the little smile at the beginning of the first gif

♡ — au where yoongi is a rapper and a producer while jungkook is a music student trying to become a singer
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“THE PLAN” (aka make yoonkook real)

The whole thing was a setup.

Jungkook sensed it the moment they arrived at the studio and the others weren’t there, except for Jin, who had a blush creeping on his cheeks. He was putting some bowls full of food - that smelled amazing - on the table Namjoon usually used to put part of his Ryan collection that normally stays in the producer’s room. However the plushies were nowhere to be found.

“Ah! The others are arriving… in a couple of minutes… Yeah. Hm. ” He had said, looking all nervous. “I’ve gotta run, yeah, I think I forgot to turn the oven off back home, you guys know how I am, right?”

If he was trying to sound sincere, he was doing a poor job. Jungkook knew Jin. His cousin was a little lost and scatter-brained, but never - ever - in the kitchen. It was his sacred place, he would never do such thing as leaving his oven on to leak gas.

“Are you kidding me?” Yoongi sounded annoyed. He probably sensed that something was wrong too.

“Ahhh… I’ll be back in a few, boys! Bye!” He said, already closing the door behind him with his coat halfway up his arms. They then heard a soft click from the door being locked.

Jungkook sighed and looked over at Yoongi, who was taking off his coat and throwing himself on the leather couch.

“They’re up to something”

♡ ♡ ♡

“Well? Do you think they believed it?” Hoseok asked, while practically jumping in the back seat Jimin placed his hands on his hips and tried to settle Hoseok down but failed, as expected.

“Not for a second. Yoongi didn’t buy my excuse, but whatever. The important thing is that they’re together, and alone, with the best cooking in the world. Everything is going as we planned!” Jin said while closing the passenger side door, and leaning to give the driver (his boyfriend) a sweet peck on the lips. “Now we just have to wait until they contact us. I’m pretty sure that Yoongi will be calling to ask what’s going on soon enough.”

Namjoon started the car and left the front of the building where the Cypher Studio was located. Their plan was as simple as it could be. Make Yoongi and Jungkook believe they were all going to meet and celebrate the 3 year anniversary of the studio, pretend that something came up and leave the boys alone. Jin had made some of his best dishes, brought some wine and had the stereo ready to be activated from his phone, set to play some playlist that Taehyung swore on his life that it was romantic. He hoped so.

No one could stand Yoongi and Jungkook dancing around each other anymore, saying that they were friends, when everyone could feel their sexual tension from miles. But it wasn’t just that. They clearly had feelings for the other but they acted like it was nothing. They would spend all night talking, absorbed in their own little world when all of them were around. Their touch would linger way longer than friendly acceptable and they kept staring like they were reading the other’s mind. It was creepy but, at the same time, it was beautiful. Namjoon had known Yoongi for years and he never saw his friend like that, happy, giving so many smiles and taking care of himself. The boy driving the car was praying that everything would work out and his two friends would acknowledge their feelings so they could finally be together.

♡ ♡ ♡

GROUP CHAT

Yoongi:
Where are you guys?

Yoongi:
???

Yoongi:
???????????????

Jimin:
Oh, hey Hyung!

Yoongi:
Hey?? Where are you, brat?
You guys were supposed to be here
Kookie and I are waiting for 40 minutes
Aren’t you guys coming???!!!

Taehyung:
No

Yoongi:
What the fuck, Tae?
What do you mean by “no”??

Taehyung:
It means we’re not going!
Sorry, Hyung!

Yoongi:
I knew!
I knew you were all up to something
What’s going on?

Taehyung:
You’re a smart boy
You’ll figure it out

Hoseok:
Shut up, Tae
What he meant is
Why don’t you and Jungkook just enjoy the night?
Jin-hyung left some food and wine in the kitchen
You guys can talk
And enjoy the night…

Taehyung:
Smooth, Hobi-hyung

Yoongi:
I can’t believe this
Are you guys seriously playing matchmaker with us??

Jimin:
If this is what it takes
To make you guys realize you should be together
Then yes, we’re really playing matchmaker
Good night, Hyung!

♡ ♡ ♡

Groaning, Yoongi threw his phone on the couch and turned to look at Jungkook, who was sitting at the piano, softly touching the keys almost like he was afraid of the sound. He took his time staring at the boy. He was dressed like he always was; skinny jeans, a sweater that is clearly too big for him and the damn timberlands he insisted on using every freaking time. With his hair looking like a planned mess, in the strange yellow light of the studio, casually playing the piano, he looked like a model. Yoongi didn’t know how that was possible, how could the boy look like he was at a fashion shoot all the time. Like he knew that Yoongi was thinking about him, Jungkook turned around and smiled, showing his bunny teeth and closing his eyes.
Yoongi never stood a chance.

He should have known, from the beginning, since the day that Jin-hyung called to invite him to a special welcome dinner for his little cousin that was moving to Seoul to study music. The boy had a captivating personality and boyish smile. He looked like he was really naive and shy, but as soon as he was comfortable, he would become playful and touchy. He was smart and good at nearly everything. But, above all, Jungkook was passionate about music and that really did a number on Yoongi, himself being a music lover since he was little. And then, when he sang for the first time for the older, with a sweet voice that could reach amazing tones, apparently, it reached Yoongi’s heart too.

Maybe it was the long periods of time they spent together, maybe it was the way Jungkook was always up to eat tons of lamb skewers, or maybe it was the way that he seems to really get Yoongi understand him like no one else could. He knew when the older boy needed to chat about random things like new music equipment and anime, or when he just needed the company, just needed to know that Jungkook was there for him. Whatever it was, Yoongi knew he was too far gone, his feelings for the boy with the bunny smile too obvious to pretend they weren’t there.

Smiling back, Yoongi got up from the couch and headed to the piano, sitting with Jungkook.

“This is one of my favourite songs, and I never showed it to anyone… Until now” he heard Jungkook let a little-surprised sound before he started to play the notes he knew too well. “It’s called I Need U

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The song was a beautiful mix of delicate and melancholic, while still sounding a little happy.

Jungkook felt mesmerized every time he heard Yoongi playing and he allowed himself to really watch him. The older never looked so angelic as he looked when his fingers were sliding over the piano keys like it was the most natural thing in the world. He looked at his face and he had his eyes closed, looking so peaceful and… passionate. It was overwhelming and it felt like Yoongi was showing his soul. Jungkook felt warm inside. Looking at Yoongi’s face and hearing the song felt like it was too much. This was, probably, the most beautiful scene Jungkook has ever seen. Even if it wasn’t the first time he listened to him playing, he still needed to catch a breath.

It was like every time he was with Yoongi, he had to force himself to breathe. He would constantly catch himself staring at the pianist, getting lost in his moonlight-kissed skin, his lazy eyes and his lips, that looked oh-so-soft, that these days seemed to be a constant theme in his dreams… And before he noticed, his face was almost purple, both from embarrassment and for the lack of oxygen.

When the music came to an end, the notes slowing fading, it was like the melody still remained in the air. Yoongi took a breath, his hands still ghosting over the keys , like he refused to part ways.

Like it was the most natural thing to do, Jungkook slowly took his hand to the piano, his fingers brushing onto Yoongi’s and softly caressed them, like some sort of “thank you” for the song. The boy felt like the warmth he was feeling inside was spreading through his whole body, contrasting with Yoongi’s cold hand.

“Jungkook-ah…” His name sounded like a breath, a whisper.

He waited for the older boy to complete the sentence but he didn’t. Instead, he moved his hand, their fingers intertwining into a loose grip. Jungkook felt Yoongi’s thumb slowly move like he was drawing something on the back of the boy’s hand.

It felt oddly normal to stay like this, even though they had never held hands this way before. Sure, they touched each other’s hands once or twice but it never felt like this. So personal, so meaningful. It felt right.

Jungkook already had some plans in his mind, about how to approach Yoongi and tell him about his feelings, maybe ask him on a date or at least make his intentions a little more clear, but while holding the older boy’s hand, he figured this was as good time as any.

“Hyung, I…” his voice cracked a little, He couldn’t hide how nervous he was feeling, even if he tried. Hearing his name, Yoongi looked at Jungkook, their hands never parting.

While gazing into Yoongi’s eyes, it was hard to get his month to work and say the words he wanted to say for so long, to ask for the things he craved so much, things that made him lose countless hours of sleep. But Jungkook couldn’t and wouldn’t let this chance slip away.

“Hyung, can I kiss you?”

Yoongi blinked a few times but didn’t seem like he was shocked, as Jungkook had imagined he would be. He just kept staring at the boy, like he was seeing into his soul, until he let a hard breath leave his lungs, his voice sounding a little strange. Almost desperate.

“God, Jungkook-ah… Just… Yes. Yes, please.”

And as soon as Yoongi said the words, Jungkook moved closer, their face mere inches from each other. Yoongi’s hot breath brushed against Jungkook’s face and both held each other’s gaze, like repeating the question, just to be sure. They were so close, their noses almost touching , when Jungkook finally gave in and closed the distance between them.

The young boy couldn’t help but let out a little whisper, as soon as he realised that yes, Yoongi’s lips were just as soft as they looked. Maybe more. Jungkook felt that his fingers were no longer intertwined with Yoongi’s, but soon enough he found out why because he felt the pianist grab his sweater and pull their bodies even closer, their lips never parting.

Yoongi pressed his lips against Jungkook’s, softly, before tracing the boy’s bottom lip with his tongue. He let go of the boy’s sweater, just to let his hands move to the back of his neck. Jungkook reacted taking his hands all the way to Yoongi’s hips and holding him in the place like he was afraid of the older boy leaving. Even in the awkward position, they kept kissing and breathing on each other’s lips, their tongues slowly touching every now and then. Jungkook craved for Yoongi’s lips, like he never wanted anything in his life. He tasted like coffee and warmth, and Jungkook felt addicted, a sound of contentment leaving his lips without him noticing.

They broke the kiss reluctantly to catch a proper breath, feeling like they had been kissing for hours, but their bodies remained close. Their lips were still touching when Jungkook murmured on the other’s lips.

“Kiss me again. Please kiss me again”

Yoongi didn’t have to be asked twice, kissing the boy with desperation, all the want and longing he had felt for so long finally being paid, with their lips locked together and their tongues caressing the other. It felt like heaven and Jungkook was feeling dizzy from happiness and want, a shiver running through his body like there were sparks dancing all the way down his spine.

Nothing had ever felt this good.

The man holding the camera steadied it in his hands as he held it up to Jared, “Okay we are good to go.” He said, “So are there any messages you have for the bride and groom?”

Jared looked down for a moment before he glanced back up at the camera with a smile on his face, “Oh man I don’t even know where to begin. Y/N/N when we first started Supernatural you were just this awkward twelve year old kid and now you’ve become this big time time actress who still finds the time to come hangout with my kids.”

“You’ve come so far Y/N and I know there are many amazing things ahead for you; especially since you’ve found your other half in Bryan. Now, I’m not gonna lie, when you first brought Bryan around, Jensen and I were suspicious. You’re our little sister, blood or not and we only wanted the best for you. I think it was the second time that you brought Bryan over that Jay and I decided to have ‘the talk’ with him. Honestly I thought we were gonna scare him away, but at the end of the conversation he looked us in the eyes and promised that he would never hurt you. That was when I knew he was the one for you.” Jared spoke as he let out a small chuckle, trying to hide the emotions he was feeling.

He brought his hands up to his lips and blew a kiss towards the camera, “I love you guys, I wish nothing but the best for you, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for you two.”

“I got it, thanks. Oh crap, before I stop recording can you say your name and relation to the couple? When I edit everything I wanna put text at the bottom with names and everything.” The cameraman said.

“Of course,” Jared said with a smile, “My name is Jared Padalecki. I’m the brides brother.”

TO WONDER; Chapter Two, History’s Greatest Wonder

Summary: Studying art history abroad was supposed to be easy. It’s the second semester of your Freshman year. Meeting a gorgeous woman was a thought in the back of your head. This gorgeous woman having deadly secrets of her own wad not a thought in the back of your head.

Word Count: 9,639

Pairing: Diana Prince x Reader; Wonder Woman x Reader

A/N: So, this will be a, uh, story? A series? I’m not sure yet. I do have the third chapter started. This is a long chapter. I just kind of went with it? Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it! Thanks :)

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The Louvre is full. More so than yesterday. You patiently wait near the statue of Aphrodite. A quick glance at your phone lets you know its 10 minutes past 12. All the ‘what ifs’ run through you mind like a guinea pig on a wheel. You begin to think she stood you up or just plain forgot about you. You grab your stuff slowly, hoping she will appear if you go slow enough. No show once everything was in your arms. You venture to the exit.

Your walk was slow. Your hope slowly going away as despair and anger filled you. The crisp air couldn’t bother you with the sun beating down. A beautiful combination. A wonderful day for art. Your mood keeps you from staying at the Louvre, wanting to get as far away from there as possible.

The streets are full of people hustling around. Some to are going to work, others to breakfast. The teens are walking off to who knows where, then there was you. Walking slowly, with dismay on your face. She could have been flirting to make you feel better, playing at your heart strings you think to yourself. Even more crushing is the fact you won’t be able to see the behind the scenes and learn more about what the Louvre has to offer.

You slow your walking, to the point you just stop and stare. There is this wall on an old brick building, dedicated to the late Superman. Low quality photos civilians have taken of him flying by. Some from the conference that took a drastic right turn into turmoil. Grainy pictures of what seems to be an average man interacting with normal, everyday people. It really makes you think, how many amazingly talented, superhero like people you have crossed paths with in the past.

A simple memorial means everything to people who’s lives have been affected by this one man who never asked to be the world’s martyr. You guess this world is as much of your home as it is his. Well, was his.

You look around, realizing you have never been around here before. You notice across the street a vendor selling flowers. You dig in your pocket to see if you have enough change. Crossing the street you look over the selection of flowers being offered for sell. You pay the vendor for the bouquet of flowers and walk back over to the wall of valor for a single man. A simple bow holding the bohquet together. Laying down the flowers next to the others surrounding the large portrait of the godly man, you step back to take it all in. A man that you’ve never met affects your life more than you’ve ever could imagine.

“Chrysanthemum, meaning a wonderful friend, cheerfulness, and rest. Cattail, meaning peace and prosperity. Iris, meaning your friendship means a lot, faith, hope, wisdom, and valor. Tell me miss, did you know him personally?” The little old ladies curiousity brought the attention of the crowd to you. Panic begins to fill your chest as you try to find a way to dismiss the crowd.

“He’s a friend to everyone. A savior to all. He gave us hope, faith, and peacefulness. I may not have known him personally, but in my heart it felt like I did.” You clear your throat with the intense air surrounding the crowd.

You smile at the lady, and begin to push your way out of the crowd. Your feet carrying you faster than when you first started your journey to, well, wherever your feet take you.

You stop your journey at a little café on the corner of a busy street. You stare inside the window of the shop. You can see the reflections of everyone behind you and across the street. You watch them walk by, oblivious to everything as their heads are shoved deeply in their phones.

One woman is wearing brown sandals with a red, flowery summer dress. The wind blowing it gently around her. Her long blonde hair getting stuck to her glossy lips. Another woman wearing a baggy t-shirt with ripped jeans and dirty vans. A man business arguing with someone on his phone, French pouring out of his mouth like a rapid river.

A woman exits the building behind you, long brown hair that could be mistaken for black as it flows in the gentle breeze. Her face obscured due to her looking down at the ground mostly. A tan coat wraps around her long legs. What catches your eye is her shoes, they look more like boots. Boots covered in metal. Red and gold shine brightly as the sun danced against the metal. The lady walks fast, weaving in and out of people. You turn to watch her go, feeling a strange pull towards this lady. You soon realize everyone has stopped what they were doing, as if frozen in time.

You hear the sound of heels clicking fast towards you. You manage to turn to your right only to be surprised. Diana was dressed in a gorgeous white dress. Once again in killer heels that make you ache in sympathy. Her hair braid around her head in a crown with little diamond hair pins throughout the braid. The pins give the allusion of a crown for royalty, something she could definitely rock and deserve.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. Something came up and I was needed else where. Please accept my apology as I did not mean to make you wait. Or leave for that matter.” She looks at you with such sincerity that you can’t do anything but accept her apology.

“I just felt uncomfortable with all those people around. Needed some fresh air. Besides, I’ve never been around here before. Been site seeing actually. Quite interesting here. Also, if I knew there was a café near by then I wouldn’t starve the whole day while I was sketching.” You grin up at her, trying to ease her guilt. Her blinding smile returning, bringing warmth inside of you.

“Are you hungry now? We can grab something here. I hear they have quite fantastic food here. Would you like to join me for this meal?” She asked, grin speaking volumes of her emotions.

“What, in like a date kind of way?” You smirk at her face when she realizes what she might of implied. “Well, I thought you’d never ask. After you, my majesty.” Opening the door for her, you laugh at her expression. She’s most likely flabbergasted at your change of emotion in such a short time.

Diana gracefully enters the café, dominance flowing out of her. She commands the whole rooms attention and respect without a word being said. She crosses the room to a secluded booth towards the back of the room. You hurry to catch up as she gestures for you to take a seat on the opposite side.

Just after sitting, a small, bubbly blonde comes up to your table.

“Bonjour! May I take ya orders?” Her heavy south accent is something you haven’t heard in a long while. The states have people of all kinds. Not many workers here in France have an American accent. The accent is quite refreshing to hear.

“A coffee with lots of creamer and lots of sugar. Never can go too wrong with sweet coffee. Especially after a long day.” You look to Diana, as she stares at you.

She orders, not glancing away for a second. “Coffee. Black with two sugars, please.” Her eyes seem to turn golden in the sunlight coming in from the window. Once the waitress left, Diana set her hands on the table, gently folded.

“So, Y/F/N, how long have you been here in France?”

You think a moment, trying to remember when you arrived with your group. “I think around 2 months. Actually, no, 3 months. Yes, 3 months. The is my 1st month here. We’ve been studying at the Louvre. Of course most is on your own time while we go and do things as a group every other day usually. The professor is sick so some are meeting up as small groups while others do their own thing today. We’re here for another month before we fly back state side.”

The waitress comes back carrying both the coffees. “One black with two sugas, ‘nd one super sweet. A lady after my own ‘eart. Enjoy ladies!” She skips away, back behind the counter.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, I was wondering if we still get to do the tour? It doesn’t have to be today or anything. I’ll probably sketch something from the window of our hotel room.” You ask shyly, afraid to put a strain on your blooming relationship with this breath taking woman.

“Today is probably a bad day for me. Will tomorrow work for you?” Her relaxed body language maybe you believe maybe you didn’t mess it all up.

“Possibly. It would have to be in the morning. That afternoon I have class to go, hopefully.” You smile at her, hoping you get to hang out with her more and see all the beautiful art work he Louvre has to offer society.

You go to grab you cup when a sudden force shoves you out of your seat, sliding across the floor. Your ears ring, vision distorts. You try to focus on the moving colors. Suddenly everything comes back in force. Screams. High pitched screams everywhere. Next to you was the body of the blonde waitress who gave you and Diana your respected cups.

'Diana. Where’s Diana? She was right next to me. Across from me. Where is she.’ Your thoughts are sluggish as you try to look around, paining exploding all across your body. You curl up into a ball, sobbing in immense pain. You feel a strong arm grab around your stomach, sliding you back across the floor to the booth you were sitting at.

Someone is in your face. You manage to focus just enough to realize it’s Diana. Something about you’re safe here. Stay put and try not to move. Your senses dull back down as another wave of pain crashes over you. Red begins to fill your vision. Everything else has been shut out. 'Just survive. Just survive’ on repeat in your head.

You stare into the waitress’s unmoving eyes. Blue, blue as the ocean. On sunny days, the may have sparkled like the water. Now, now they are dull, almost gray. Your vision begins to tunnel, with only her eyes left in your site as you finally succumb to the numbing darkness.

*Requested - Reader gets tired of waiting for Rocket so instead turns her attention to Kraglin. Rocket gets extremely jealous and upset about it so he sets out to win back her affection. 😄 So so so sorry for the wait - first upload didn’t work and cut off all my writing meaning I had to rewrite it all 😭. Hope you enjoy guys!😂💚*

You were tired of it. Rocket didn’t seem to catch on to any of your flirting so you figured he just didn’t feel the same. Rocket was the first person to make you feel like part of the Guardians. He showed you around the Milano and taught you all you needed to know about ship maintenance. The pair of you had become inseparable and soon you had developed feeling for your little friend. You decided to take a step back and start to distance yourself gradually.
Spending less time with Rocket took an obvious tole on your emotions but Kraglin was there for you. He had always been a shoulder to cry on besides Rocket. He was a sweet guy and you were drawn to his goofy nature. Unlike Rocket he was more of a caring type and the longer you spent with him the less you thought about Rocket.
No one had seen him for a few days now. Rocket had taken to hiding away and fixing the ship. Even Groot hadn’t seem him in a while. He had noticed your absence. He missed you and didn’t understand why you had left him. Did he say something mean? Did he hurt you? Did you finally realise what he was amd decide to leave? He supposed everyone did leave him eventually…
Rocket lifted his safety goggles and turned the blow torch he was using to patch up the wall off. His little hands reached up to wipe away the tears that had begun to fall. He wouldn’t let anyone see him cry again. He didn’t need another reason for people to percive him as weak. With a sigh he took the goggles from his head and cast them aside, slumping to the floor and resting against the wall. His shoulder drooped as he tried to catch his breath.
When was the last time he had ate something? It must have been at least four days… He decided he should probably go and get something even if it meant seeing you with Kraglin. Rocket felt his jealousy begin to bubble up again.
At first Rocket hadn’t minded you spending time with him. He just figured you wanted to have more than one friend but then the odd chat turned to days of conversation meaning Rocket barely had any time with you to himself. He hated how you gave him no attention and missed the comforting hugs and little smiles you gave him. The truth was he was starting to fall for you. He had never been good with relationships. He’d always find a way to fuck everything up and ruin the entire thing so he just couldn’t bring himself to do anything.
When he finally ventured up to the main part of the ship he was met by the view of Kraglin with his arm draped over your shoulder as the two of you sat at the table. Rocket holds back the anger and tears and grabs some food before hurrying off to his room. You had noticed his reaction and the way his eyes seemed to brim with tears. With a sigh you excused yourself from Kraglin and hurried after him.
You found him in his room crying over half a sandwich. You walked over to him and wrapped your arm around his small trembling frame.
“Come on Rocket - what’s the matter?” You asked quietly.
He looked up at you with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
“What’s the matter?! What’s the freaking matter?! Are you kidding me?!” His sadness became anger and it startled you.
“You dropped me! What did I do, huh?! I don’t know what I did…” His voice cracked and a fresh wave of tears washed over him.
“Rocket… I… I couldn’t do it anymore. I fucking loved you and it hurt that you didn’t feel the same way. It wasn’t fair do I left. Kraglin was there for me, I don’t know what you want me to say other than km sorry.” You felt tears pricking your own eyes.
He looked up at you trying to catch his breath.
“You loved me?” He echos back to you. “If you loved me why didn’t you say anything?!”
“Because I couldn’t stand the thought of you rejecting me!”
“If wouldn’t have!” Rocket chest heaved as he tried to calm himself.
“What?”
“I freaking love you… I would never have rejected you.”
You leant back against Rocket’s bed and closed your eyes. Rocket did the same amd sighed heavily.
“I promise you,” He started after he had calmed down completely. “I will fix this. I’ll do whatever it takes to get you back.”
“Rocket, you don’t have to do that.” You whisper.
“I need you (f/n), and I need to do this.”

During the next few weeks Rocket stayed true do his word. He would make you gadgets and guns, help you with bounties and make an effort you tell you how much you meant to him everyday. He melted your heart and you realised that although you liked Kraglin you could never truly love him the way you did Rocket. Kraglin understood, he had from the very beginning. He was just happy to have a friend after the loss of Yondu. The two of you were still extremely close friends but it would never be more than that.

As you snuggled up with Rocket in his bed you cursed yourself for all of the time the two of you had wasted. He kissed your cheek and traced lazy shapes on the back of your hand as you both lay there. In that moment everything was perfect and you prayed to every god you had ever heard of that things would stay that way. You knew what it was like to live without Rocket and you could never go back to that way of life again.
“I love you.” You heard him mumble as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
“I love you too Rocket.” You smiled.

Let me tell you - finding gifs of a specific spiderman gets harder with every film they release. This one will have to do. I didn’t mean for this fic to end in such a sad way but the request was nice and open so ultimately my angsty side took over. Thank you to the anon who requested it and to @agentpiku for stopping me making this fic way sadder than it needed to be. Enjoy, everyone!

Prompt[s]: Reader x [Peter] where reader is ticklish? :)

‘Make The Best Of It’

Peter Parker was a walking irony. The same kid who could swing from skyscrapers and save orphans from burning buildings struggled to recite Spanish idioms and ask out the girl he liked.

Even if the girl was his best friend, and was in his home on a regular basis.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You asked, leaning on the kitchen counter as Peter put the take-away refuse into the bin.
“How hard could it be if you’re doing it?” He said quietly.
“You’re hilarious,” you smirked as you placed your hands on the back of the sofa and began to push. Apparently, Peter owned very heavy furniture. “We’ll need lots of space. Your Aunt May and I get on; I’d hate for that to change because I broke a vase letting you help me rehearse.”

“I’ve got it,” Peter assured you, rushing over to take over the sofa-pushing. “You sort out the music.” As soon as your back was turned, Peter let his strength kick in and moved the sofa across the room like he was kicking shoes under his bed. “When is this audition of yours again?”
“The dance club hold auditions every two weeks but I’ve chickened out every time. My last shot is this weekend.”

Once you’d found the right song on your iPod, you rested it in the dock and started showing Peter the routine you’d choreographed.
“Maybe if the audition goes well,” you chuckled after finishing your instructions, “they’ll offer you a place too.”
“I’m already not well-liked. I think joining the dance club would probably be the last straw.”

You jogged over to the kitchen and poured yourself and Peter a glass of water.
“But think it through, Peter. Whilst all the other guys are busy turning their noses up, you get the pick of all the girls in sparkly shorts that you want!” You laughed. Peter shook his head to dispel the image of you in ‘sparkly shorts’.
“That’s… I don’t want that.”
“Oh come on, Pete. You’ve not got a girlfriend, right? What are you waiting for?”

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On April 21, 1967, the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville – a blue two-door Caprice.

There was a big ceremony, speeches. The lieutenant governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car – no, the most important object – in pretty much the whole universe.

She was first owned by Sal Moriarty, an alcoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries. On weekends, he’d drive around giving Bibles to the poor “gettin’ folks right for Judgment Day.” That’s what he said. Sam and Dean don’t know any of this, but if they did, I bet they’d smile.

After Sal died, she ended up at Rainbow Motors, a used-car lot in Lawrence, where a young marine bought her on impulse. That is, after a little advice from a friend. I guess that’s where this story begins.

And here’s where it ends.

Imagine Chris skyping your family while you are upstairs sleeping.

“So I wanted to ask all of you a question.” Chris muttered, his stomach churning by the second.

“Go right ahead son.” Your father exhaled.

He took in a deep breath, growing more nervous now than ever. “I was wondering, if you will allow me to marry your daughter.” He hesitated.

Both your parents glanced at one another, a smile plastering on both of their faces.

Your mom was first to respond, her excitement showing. “Oh yes! Of course!” She exclaimed. “Oh god we have been waiting for this day!”

Your dad let out a chuckle. “What she said.” He motioned to his wife. “Look Chris, we love you. And you make our daughter happy. We couldn’t ask for a better man to marry our little girl.”

“Thank you. That means the world to me.”

Chris could feel a knot begin to form, a warm sensation coursing through him.

“Now when is the wedding!?” Your mother asked, loudly.

Chris put his finger up to his lips “shh, she is in our room.” He whispered.

“Oh, sorry!”

He shrugged his shoulders a chuckle escaping him. “It’s okay.” He muttered. “But I do have one favor to ask from you guys.”

Your dad raised a brow, and nodded. “Whatever you need.”

Chris leaned in closer to the screen. “I have the perfect plan. I want to take her to Disneyland. You know, the place she and I met. I just need help from you guys.”

Could you do one when w/Jensen at a concert ? A sexy one if you can ! Thank you very much !



You watched as Jensen punched his fist into the air to the beat of his new favorite song. Smiling, you sang along to the lyrics. You’d been waiting for a long time to see Kaleo, and he’d even taken the weekend off to make it back home to Austin to go. Jared tagged along, standing to the right of your boyfriend. They kept sending each other secret glances all night, but nothing seemed unusual.

When the first chords of Vor í Vaglaskógi started playing, you stood there smiling, waiting for the words to begin. Jensen moved to stand behind you, his arms laced around your waist and his chin resting on top of your head. JJ, the lead singer, pointed directly to you. Your eyes went wide as you turned your head and looked at Jensen. He nodded and gave you a little shove toward the stage. JJ reached his hand down and grabbed yours, helping you jump up on the stage. Your knees felt weak. You didn’t know Jensen was following you. JJ brought a chair to the center of the stage as the band continued playing.

That was when you saw Jensen. He was standing next to you, an arm laid across your shoulders. You tucked yourself into his side, finding comfort in him. JJ started singing, staring you in the eye as the Icelandic melody flowed from his lips. As the first chorus started, he shot Jensen a wink. You felt Jensen’s arm leave your shoulders, so you turned to him. You were not expecting to see him next to you, down on one knee, a sparkling diamond ring sitting in the box in the palm of his hand.

JJ passed him the microphone. Jensen already had tears in his eyes, and you knew you did too. One hand was covering your mouth as the other reached out into the air, grasping at Jensen’s shoulder to make sure he was really there, that this was really happening. The band was still playing softly behind you. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“[Y/N]… You have seen me through so much, you deal with my hectic filming schedule, you love me no matter how miserable I am after flying home to you. You’ve made my family your family and you’ve accepted my best friend and his family as your own. I want to continue this life with you, forever. I want to start our own family, make some adorable little babies that look just like you. I want to be with you until the day I die. Will you marry me?” Tears fell as he spoke.

“YES! Jensen, yes!” You nodded vigorously and stood up from the chair.

He stood and slipped the ring on your finger. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, not caring that a stadium full of people were watching. He whispered in your ear.

“I love you. And I cannot wait to see you laying in our bed later wearing nothing but that ring.” He nipped at your neck before pulling away.

You yelped, hoping no one noticed, but judging by the smirk and wink Jared gave you, you knew he did.

Title : Who do you like?
Pairing : Barry Allen x Reader.
Word Count : 1214 (oops)

      AT CC JITTERS – 1:45pm  

  “You still love Iris don’t you?” you ask your best friend Barry. “why do you say that?” he questions. “well, whenever she’s around, you only seem to notice her, and you also stare at her a lot!” you chuckle and take a sip of your coffee. “What?! I do not stare at her!” he exclaims, his face full of shock. You put your coffee down, tilt you head and rise a brow “Uhhhh you were just doing it a moment ago! While she was talking, your eyes didn’t leave her face and you had such a goofy look on your face! It’s a little sickening to be honest! Im glad she got up when she did to use the bathroom or else you probably would have jumped up and declared your undying love to her right there and then!”

  Barry sqinted his eyes at you like he was tring to figure something out, then he looked back over his shoulder making sure Iris wasn’t walking back. He leaned forward and you mimicked his stance with a grin. “(y/n)” he said in a hushed tone. “I don’t like Iris like that anymore. I thought I did but she still cant get over Eddies death and I don’t blame her. But I can’t wait forever for someone who really doesn’t seem to be able to see me as anything more than a brother.” He leaned back in his chair and raised his cup to his lips “besides, I have my eye on someone else.”

  “OH MY GOSH WHO?!!” you shriek. He simple smiles as he takes an EXTREMELY long sip making you frown in anticipation.

“whats wrong (y/n)?” Iris asks spotting your frown as she heads back to the table. You turn and face her and she takes a seat. “Barry says he has a crush-OW!” you yell as Barry rams his foot into your shin. “I was just explaining to her how useless that Marvel Character Hawkeye is and she couldn’t handle the criticism!” you shoot him such a look of pure hatred as you rub your sore leg and he smiles sweetly back at you.

  “Barry you know better than to insult her favorite characters!” she leans toward him “She’s really into that fantom stuff!” she sneaks a glance at you. “its fandom actually Iris, and yes I love Hawkeye because he doesn’t need super powers to save the world, much like how amazing Oliver is wouldn’t you agree barry?” you ask with a smirk.

  He narrows his eyes at you since you know how sensitive he is about being compared to Oliver. Iris looks back and forth between the two of you. “okay well I’ve clearly walked into a tense situation so im gonna just leave you both to your bickering” she says as she rises from her chair and puts her coat on “I’ve got to head back to the office anyway. Play nice you two!” she says as she throws her purse over her shoulder.

  “Bye Iris.” Barry says without taking his eyes off you. “yes, have a good day!” you yell watching as she walks out.  When you turn you head back to Barry you still find him looking at you, though the glare has been replaced with a smile again. “what?” You ask becoming a little self-conscious. “nothing… I’m sorry for kicking you, I just didn’t feel like explaining myself to Iris, not yet anyway.” Putting both arms on the table you lean in a bit and tilt your head “why not? I thought you told her everything.” Barry looks down as his smile fades and begins to fidget with the nearly empty cup. “ever since I woke up nearly a year ago with these powers and found out she was dating someone else, we really haven’t been as close as we once were… and I get that since usually the first person you would usually talk to or confide would be your boyfriend verses you guy friend, but even now that Eddie is gone we really haven’t picked up where we left off. I don’t know it just feels weird to talk about my feeling about another girl with her.”

  You reach out and take his hand causing him to look up “I understand Barry, its hard seeing your first love, love someone else, but you know you can always talk to me right? You know, as long as you don’t kick me anymore!!” he laughs and apologizes one more time before becoming silent. His eyes travel down to your hand still holding his. You quickly realize that you’re still holding it and pull back blushing. He looks back into you eyes with a small smile.

  You self consciously twirl your hair and finish your coffee. You become a little nervous holding his gaze so you look off to the side at the other patrons giving their drink orders wondering if he had any idea of how big a crush you had on him. When you turned back you realized he was still looking at you as his smile grew. His eyes seemed to shimmer as his right hand rocked the coffee cup back and forth on the table. “So (y/n), did you wanna know who it is im interested in?” he asked playfully.

  Secretly you didn’t wanna know since it broke your heart every time he jumped into another relationship with someone new; but at the same time you were dying to know so that you could look up this girls name and learn everything about her. Not in a creepy stalker way or anything, you just wanted to make sure she was good for Barry of course. You know, being his best friend and all. “sure.” You said with a shrug acting as though you couldn’t care less.

  “Well…” Barry licked his lips causing you to smile like a goof. “She’s actually sitting in Jitters right now…” your eyes widened and you instantly sat up straight and began looking around. Barry leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “Think you can find her?’ he asked with a smirk. You turned back toward him with a puzzled expression. The only women you had seen was 2 elderly old ladies in a booth, one middle aged woman yacking on her phone in line, Three teenagers at the table across from you and mother with a small child a few tables over from you. The only viable options in our age group would be the red headed barista, Tasha, that you knew was single; the tall blonde in the corner with some guy you assumed was her boyfriend; and you, which you knew couldn’t possibly be the answer. “….Sooooo…… you like the barista now?”  you ask.

  He laughs “well actually –“ he is interrupted by his phone suddenly ringing. His face drops as he answers. “ok cisco, we’ll be right there” he hangs up and looks over at you. “we’ve got to get to the lab” his voice drops to a whisper “a new meta-human has been spotted with enhanced strength, and a short temper!”

  “Ok lets go!” you say as you both dump your cups and head for the door. But you cant help but wonder at what he about to say…

One-Shot: Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

Disclaimer: Contains swearing.

“No way!”
“Absolutely not!”
“Don’t even think about it.”

The protests of the Avengers rang out amongst the room. Cap had walked in and, sick of the amount of obscene language used by his friends, placed an empty jar on the table on which was stuck a label containing the words “Swear Jar”, scribbled in barely legible writing. Standing with his arms folded, Steve tapped his foot angrily.
“It’s not that bad an idea.” He protested. Bruce approached him and softly placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Believe me when I say that it is.” He said in his usual quiet and sincere tone. After giving a weak smile, he left the room. It wasn’t really going to affect him anyway as a naturally calm person but even he knew that the idea was not going to be easy for the others to digest. Steve had anticipated as much and so continued to talk to the others.
“I think it would be helpful.”
“Oh I’m sorry,” Tony said, stepping forward and placing a hand over his chest.
“Did we not make fun of you enough already?” He flashed an insincere smile. Cap rolled his eyes.
“Well I don’t care. It’s staying here. I’m not saying you have to stop altogether, just the more profuse terms.” Clint had his arms folded.
“Well, what counts as profuse?”
“Oh, don’t worry, I have a list.” Tony turned to Clint and gave him an exaggerated nod with raised eyebrows.
“He has a list.” He mocked with a wink. Clint stifled a smirk but Steve shot daggers at him whilst searching for the piece of paper.
“Это абсурд.” (This is ridiculous.) Pietro whispered to Wanda.
“Чертов смешно.” (Fucking absurd.) She replied. Natasha picked up on her native tongue and turned round subtly. Wanda gave her a wink and she smiled. After pulling out the crumpled piece of paper, Steve placed it on the table. The others gathered around and examined it.
“What the fuck?” Tony exclaimed – Cap winced. The jar was not yet in effect.
“Why is “hell” on there? That’s not a swear word!” Tony waved his hands dramatically to emphasise his point and Natasha nodded.
“Yeah, I have to say Cap, some of these are a little extreme.”
“Everybody gets to choose one word to cross off.” He said, handing them a pencil.

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This fic was great fun to write and I had a blast picking a song that would work. The description of the dancing was difficult so I am grateful for that challenge. Other than that, I’m really happy with how this turned out. Plus now I have a little headcanon that the Avengers hold dance battles and dance offs. Thanks to nerd-kat–hell-yes for the request.

The song that goes with this fic can be found here.

Perhaps a fanfic about a dance with the Cap? Maybe some of the avengers are talking about good and bad dancing and reader tries to show them what good dancing looks like while trying to teach Steve…

“The Soldier’s Plan” (Part 1)

A gentle knock distracted you from the task at hand. Turning around you saw that the infamous Captain America was sticking his head around the door to your sleeping quarters.
“Steve?” You said, wondering what reason the man could have for visiting you of all people. Placing the knife that you were polishing down on your bedside cabinet, you went to unhook the chain so that Steve could get more of than his head through the door.

Whilst on an exchange trip in Italy, you were taken captive by HYDRA agents and experimented on. They transformed the genetic makeup of your bone structure so that it was incredibly light but also very strong – an excruciating process that devastated your memory. However, HYDRA succeeded and you were able to take hard hits without breaking bones, and break through walls using your bare hands. They didn’t count on you using your ‘gift’ to escape. Clint had been on a mission which required him to take a high vantage point. Due to your light bone structure, you were able to leap to incredibly heights and he clocked you hopping from street level to the roof of a house with ease. As a result of the testing, your appearance was drastically altered leaving you unable to locate your family. The Avengers took you in afterwards at Clint’s request.

“What’s up?” You asked after allowing Cap into your room.
“I hate to ask but I need a favour.” You smiled. You relished any opportunity to be able to repay the Avengers for the kindness that they showed you.
“Sure. How can I help?”
Steve shifted uncomfortably.
“Well, it’s a little unorthodox but… I need a dance partner.” He said. Why he was coming to you, you didn’t know. ‘I’m easy to lift, I suppose, but that can’t be the only reason.’ You thought.
“Um… okay.” You mumbled. As much as you wanted to help, you weren’t sure that you were the best choice. You could definitely dance but it tended to be when there was no-one else there to watch.

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