the moment we begin to forget

Here are most of my favorite Pennywise moments with explanations as to why they were chosen:

Explanation: The beginning of the movie went from Hallmark to SyFy in less than fifteen minutes, and I loved that. We see two brothers bonding over the creation of a paper boat and then Georgie finds himself crouched down near a storm drain. Pennywise emerges and speaks to him, and for a moment, he does such a convincing job that he almost makes you forget that he’s not really a clown. It’s how I felt when this moment happened. You remember what the movie is about, what he is, and you know what’s about to happen next. This stare was so unnerving.

Explanation: A ‘normal’ monster would just burst through a wall or loom out of the darkness, but Pennywise chose to emerge from a refrigerator and then he proceeded to taunt Eddie. The Losers were scattered around the property and any of them could have stopped him, but he had everything under control until he didn’t. I doubt he did anything to stall Ben, Mike, Beverly and Stan, either. He knew who he needed to keep occupied, the leader and his second-in-command, and he did.

Explanation: This moment was intense. It was the music, the deep tone that played in the background, and the look in his eyes when his focus shifted from one prey to another. There’s something so animalistic about his look too. It’s as if a lion was about to tuck into his meal when he heard the whisper of poachers in the distance.

Explanation: His drool is visible, that’s one of the obvious reasons why this was labeled a favorite moment, but it’s because we can see him. The Losers can see him. Lately, horror movies have been about what’s in the dark, what we can’t see, and Pennywise is standing in a kitchen in broad-daylight with eyes on him. He’s injured, but he could sense enough fear in the room that he continued to pursue his victims, and this scene really captured the difference between his size and the size of the children.

Explanation: This expression was hilarious! Let’s face it, I’m sure everyone thought the same thing about how Pennywise reacted to Richie calling his ‘home’ a “crackhead house.” He just looked so offended. But I know it’s something more than that. Pennywise has been putting his focus on this group of children for a reason and that’s because they posed a threat to his existence. Hearing Richie make light of the moment probably told Pennywise that he felt comfortable to make it that way, which means that there was no desperation, no worry that Bill was going to have his head twisted off. There was no fear, so he probably sensed that. But that’s just my interpretation.


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❛ what a modern fucking tragedy you turned out to be. ❜
❛ what do you think the stars wish for then? ❜
❛ maybe i could have loved you in any life but ours. ❜
❛ i used to ache for a hurricane, an earthquake. ❜
❛ i found a catalyst for disaster in you. ❜
❛ is this what happens when the poem ends? ❜
❛ i found religion in betrayal. ❜
❛ things like us only exist in dreams. ❜
❛ you can’t give your storms to someone else. ❜
❛ nothing lasts forever, not even the rain. ❜
❛ it’s okay to fear. ❜
❛ don’t claw out your own throat while waiting for someone else to scream. ❜
❛ you are memories and moments. ❜
❛ in some other universe you’re asleep. ❜
❛ everyone leaves. let them. ❜
❛ you are not a ghost.  ❜
❛ you can’t haunt those that forget you. ❜
❛ everything ends and it’s okay. ❜
❛ my heart kept beating, out of sync with yours. ❜
❛ maybe i get to have a reason for the ache you left in my chest. ❜
❛ you exist still. ❜
❛ we can’t remember how to be alive. ❜
❛ the heavens burn for you and i. ❜
❛ every star is another story, every night a different sky. ❜
❛ we end to begin again. ❜
❛ beyond every somewhere, we exist. ❜
❛ the gods lie as often as men. ❜
❛ i sit not upon a throne of bone. ❜
❛ my kingdom wasn’t chosen. ❜
❛ the dead of mine do not speak. ❜
❛ history will write that you were the bravest of them all. ❜
❛ all stars must burn. ❜
❛ the greatest things must end. ❜
❛ hell is just another place i guess i’ll go to keep you warm. ❜
❛ if the monster always dies at the end of the book, why am i still alive? ❜
❛ gods don’t care about what might have been. ❜
❛ men shall fall and gods be forgotten. ❜
❛ you will be remembered eternally. ❜

Why Adrien is Pissing Me Off With Every New Episode - Riposte Season 2 Episode 5 Initial Overview - SPOILER ALERT

Let me just start off by saying Kagami is a great character and a formidable villain. Her design is beautiful and she’s incredibly humble. However. Her presence has now made me aware of a side of Adrien that makes me genuinely irritated. His “naive” side.

Adrien seems to suspect Kagami as Ladybug initially. As soon as he sees her face (and her ring) the pink sparkles in the background come up which signifies romantic interest (I think). Even after he finds out that Kagami isn’t Ladybug, he’s still captivated by Kagami. So why does this piss me off?

Welp. Because Adrien is giving mixed signals all over the place, and Marinette is my favorite character. He’s slow dancing with Marinette, making her presents, flirting with her as Chat Noir. Yet somehow she’s still “just a friend”. The amount of times he said “Marinette is just a good friend” in this episode made me want to rip my hair out. On the flip side, when she’s Ladybug he’s holding her hand, sniffing her, taking the fall for her, blowing her kisses (as Adrien).

In the Origins episode, we find out that the reason Adrien fell in love with Ladybug initially was due to her confidence, superhero prowess, her ability to fight, and her passion for justice. This has worried me from the beginning because we know that more miraculous holders will be coming, and any superhero can possess these qualities. I’m worried that Adrien is attracted to these qualities in a person rather than actually being in love with Ladybug (whereas I could argue that Marinette may actually be in love with Adrien).

Then we get introduced to Kagami who is a better fighter than Ladybug, just as passionate, and maybe even a bit more confident. She’s checking off all the points on Adrien’s list (and let’s not forget his love for dark hair and bright eyes).

There was a moment at the end where Kagami and Adrien are shaking hands and gazing at each other like Marinette and Adrien usually do, and I started really liking Kagami while also becoming increasingly annoyed with Adrien. Especially with the added factor that Marinette saw the whole interaction.

Innocent or not, Adrien is leading Marinette on with his actions. Even though he claims she’s just a friend he acts like she’s more (toward Ladybug and Marinette). I can’t believe I am saying this, but when Marinette got upset with Adrien’s “just a good friend” comment, I wanted her to give up on him and move on. As Ladybug she’s always rejecting Chat Noir because she’s in love with Adrien. She’s even stated that she would consider Chat Noir, but she’s completely committed to Adrien - her actions and words match up. At this point, I’m so ready to meet Luka. Maybe when Marinette’s no longer an option Adrien will wake the hell up.

All I need from Adrien is a verbal admittance that he may like more than one girl. And I don’t care if that’s Ladybug and Kagami or Ladybug and Marinette or Marinette and Ladybug and Kagami - I just want him to stop being so oblivious to his own feelings. I 100% blame his parents for this emotional stagnancy, but that’s another conversation.

Other noteworthy things:

1. Gabriel is a horrible fucking person. Worst Father ever, I swear. He knows Kagami is after Adrien and still spurs her on. Have some concern for your son Gabriel ugh. (Edit: Yes I know he initially tried to divert Riposte’s attention, but since I know he can take away powers and such, I still think he’s not a good Father).

2. Marinette “beats” Adrien in fencing practice, and I’m 88% sure he was going easy on her (I’m not a fluent French speaker). Why? Adrien beats Kagami (a professional), but Ladybug has extreme difficulty fighting Kagami. Though, this could be because Kagami had extra powers and Ladybug isn’t confident in her fencing skills. (Edit: Nope I just rewatched and Marinette did legitimately get two points on him. Kagami and Adrien have a conversation on how one point from an amateur doesn’t make Kagami, not a champion).

3. Chat Noir was 100% needed in this episode, and can I just say that these past two episodes he has really stepped up. I really felt like Ladybug needed him and I was more than impressed with his contribution. Also, Chat Noir was super successful with hiding his injured ankle, I’m really proud of him (though I’m pretty sure Ladybug fixed it with her powers).

4. I said it once, but it’s worth mentioning again, Kagami is just wonderful. Her design is beautiful, she’s not a bitch or a liar. I still don’t want her to get with Adrien AT ALL, but I look forward to seeing her in future episodes. Hopefully, she’s not a recurring villain (I kind of got that vibe considering how crazy strong she was).

5. Do Tikki and Plagg know the identities of both Chat Noir and Ladybug? I’m so suspicious of them…

6. The Ladrien was cute but tainted by my newfound aggression toward Adrien “She’s Just a Friend” Agreste. The indirect kisses were cute. Oh, and the Adrien saving Ladybug moment in which he twisted his ankle was also cute. It was all cute.

Let me know what you think, and remember: just two/three more episodes until The Battle of the Queens; AKA Chloe somehow obtaining a miraculous.

When antis say Bughead is fan service

I didn’t start watching Riverdale until S1 was over, but I’ve heard that there was a pretty vocal “Bughead nOTP” contigent of fans early on. And some of the antis still claim that Bughead is only “fan service” because of how popular the ship has become.

But that’s just not empirically possible, y’all. Correct me if I’m wrong, but all 13 episodes of Riverdale’s first season before Faster, Pussycat, Kill, Kill! aired. When they were wrapping The Sweet Hereafter (around Valentine’s Day), fans had only seen three episodes.

That means when they were filming this scene:

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Basically the only interaction between Betty and Jughead was this (admittedly glorious) moment: 

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And this (admittedly equally wonderful) beginning to their partnership:

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In other words, Betty and Jughead’s relationship was conceived of, written and filmed almost entirely before fans met RAS’s version of the characters. 

So, in other other words, their entire story happened under a veil of secrecy. This

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and this

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and this

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and let’s not forget this

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It all happened before fans even really knew Bughead was a thing that we could have.

They did this even though so much of the early promo centered on the “love triangle” between B/A/V. Even with how long fans have been aware of Betty’s (inexplicably) undying love for Archie in the comics. It was, in hindsight, a pretty big risk. RAS even admitted they all – even Lili and Cole – knew it was a risk.

There’s something extra wonderful, actually, about knowing that the creative team made the decision to put these two wonderful characters together and fully committed to telling their story before knowing whether it would be popular.

And it makes me confident that they’ll give Bughead a good story in S2. It might not always be easy to watch, but this makes it clear that they knew they had a good thing from the start and they’re not going to throw it away. 

Meet Me Inside - Part 6

Part 5 | Masterlist |  Part 7

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You really wanted your last year to go without a hitch so you could finally get your Masters degree. But then Professor Barnes walks in to your lecture. And he makes it a whole lot harder to focus.

A/N: Oof this is rough. Sorry lol. HUGE shoutout to @poe-also-bucky for helping me through this one. I was ready to delete everything lol you’re a sweetheart.

Warnings: Language, mentions of dream

Words: 1838

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Of all the people you would ever have expected to see tonight, Professor Barnes was the last person you’d have guessed. But life is a fickle bitch. And so that is precisely who you have the fortune to meet.

And is if that wasn’t enough, the moment you lay your eyes on him, images of his lips pressing against your skin flood your mind and you look away immediately.

Fuck fuck fuck this is the last thing I need.

“You’re hilarious” Steve deadpans as Barnes comes to stand beside him before Rogers introduces him to the group. “This is Professor James Barnes, although I know some of you have the misfortune of being in his classes” Rogers smiles at you and trying to casually return the gesture is difficult when you see Natasha look at you from the corner of your eye.

Steve turns to order drinks for the group and Nat waits till there is enough chatter amongst the group before asking “So what did Rogers mean by that look?”

“What look?” you try to act unfazed. It doesn’t work.

That look. How did he even know you’re in his class?”

A loud guffaw from one of the guys breaks you both from your hushed conversation and you’re secretly relieved. You hadn’t told Natasha about Steve walking in on Bucky flirting with you and the more time that passed, the less likely it seemed that you would delve in to that specific event. You weren’t sure if it was because you were embarrassed by what happened or if talking about it would just make it all the more real.

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They say summer love is fleeting, but sometimes what starts as a fling can lead to the real thing. A simple trip to the beach could be all it takes to clear our heads and open our hearts. And write a new ending to an old story. There are those who got burned by the heat. They just want to forget and start over. While there are others who want each moment to last forever. But everyone can agree on one thing: tans fade, highlights go dark and we all get sick of sand in our shoes. But the end of summer is the beginning of a new season. So we find ourselves looking to the future. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

GoT Afterthoughts 7x07 The Dragon and The Wolf (Jonsa Edition) SPOILERS

So here we are -the finale. I’d like to bitch about how badly we’ve been ripped off by D&D, but I don’t want to be repetitive. lol

We begin our episode outside the walls of Kings Landing. It looks like the Unsullied have abandoned Casterly Rock for a display of power and muscle, and are quickly joined by the Dothriaki -whooping and hollering in a most obnoxious way (I truly dislike them). Jamie and Bronn watch from atop the ramparts for some lively “cock banter”, ya know, since D&D are epic writers and such.

Side note: I love how they slowed down Dany’s theme song here. At least the musical score is never disappointing.

We get a nice aerial shot of Euron’s huge fleet, as what’s left of Dany’s sails towards KL. Jon, ever a Northerner, is NOT impressed with KL.  Stay true to your roots, Jonny boy. Suspiciously (not really), Dany is absent. Gee … I wonder if she’s planning on a flamboyant dragon-styled entrance?

The Hound goes below deck to check if Bones is resting comfortably. The box is quiet -must have been that Dramamine they gave him to counter his seasickness. Nope -he’s awake, and clearly feels their hospitality leaves something to be desired.

Side note: I wonder if Jon inquiring how many people live in KL is a foreshadowing of a future disaster there? Remember that there are casks of Dragon fire buried everywhere beneath the city. I’m almost positive that will come into play next season.

We jump quickly to Cersei in the Red Keep who’s been informed that Dany isn’t with her entourage. How much you wanna bet that Cersei’s thinking the same exact thing I wrote above? She informs Ser Gregor that if anything goes wrong, he’s to kill the silver haired bitch first, then her brother and then the bastard who calls himself King.

Now we’re back with the entourage, and we get a bit of a history lesson about the dragon pit ruins, and Jorah says something I perceived to be very important (as well as synonymous of Dany and her conquering Targ ancestors):

Jorah: Dragons don’t understand the difference between what’s theirs and what isn’t. Land, livestock, children.


We learn how over time, with entrapment, the dragons withered away to nothing, small as dogs.

This particular part didn’t serve any purpose, other than to reunite the original brotp3, Pod, Bronn and Tyrion. We see that they all still have a fondness for each other -and perhaps a foreshadowing that Bronn will be switching allegiance soon. The Hound and Brienne also have a surprisingly friendly reunion, as they bond over their adopted daughter, Arya. I’m glad they brought her up, and I’m so very excited to see a Hound/Stark girls reunion next season!

So, we’re in the Dragon Pit now, and truthfully -this entire 20 minute scene was utter garbage, and I’m pretty pissed that they wasted nearly the entire finale on this flaming dumpster, tbh.

Clegane bowl is coming. Cersei is annoyed with Dany’s theatrical entrance (and truthfully, the extra-ness of it all was kind of lame). I guess it was necessary to put Drogon in the dragon pit? But when he flew away, let’s be honest -his wings would have sent those canopies hurling away and knocked everyone on their asses, too.

Euron’s a dick. Tyrion attempts to open the floor for Jon, Cersei is her usual snarky, skeptical and extra self (I fucking love her), and finally Sandor releases Bones, and ……  the Dramamine must have kicked in? Time for a jump scare!

Bones charges Cersei and is yanked back just in time. The Hound cuts him in half, but he keeps on coming until Jon does his sales pitch demonstration (how sad do you think Kit was that they made him do this terrible scene?) of fire and dragon glass (thanks Davos, for your assistance).

Euron peaces out -all but throwing up deuces upon his hasty exit, but not before propositioning Dany. Cersei agrees to the truce -tell me honestly -did you all REALLY believe her? She suddenly became so reasonable, which is schiesty as hell, if you ask me. She throws some shade at Dany, and asks Jon to stay neutral. Cersei specifically evokes the honorable Ned Starks name, insinuating that she can trust the son to be as honorable as daddy dearest.

Did this jump out at any of you? Because of course Cersei does know that Ned was honorable -yet, she also knows that he had forsaken that very honor in the end, for his daughters -at the request of Sansa (per Cersei) to save his life (and probably hers) which was all for naught because Joffrey was a cunt, as Sandor would say -but you get the point to this clunky run-on sentence, right? And not only that, but he LIED to everyone, and especially the people he loved and cared about (his wife, best friend, family) to save the life of his nephew -and he went to his grave with that secret.

So what am I saying? Honorable Ned wasn’t above lying for the greater good, or to protect the ones he loved. Does that put some things in perspective for you?

Back to our story (however shitty it is for the time being) Jon declines. Choosing this moment to back Dany, and again “figuratively” bending the knee to her -this time publicly.  

Side note: Dany’s face in this moment. She’s so smitten with Jon.

Cersei basically tells everyone to fuck off, and exits stage left. Brienne attempts to slap some sense into Jamie, uttering two words that stop him dead in his tracks: FUCK LOYALTY. This isn’t about honor and following whomever you’re loyal to -it’s about humanity. Did she appeal to his better side? Methinks so.

Now everyone takes the time to belittle Jon for doing the very thing that they haggled him about for the entire season. But Tyrion the KING of bad ideas this season, has yet another -he’ll go talk to Cersei alone.

He magically warps to the Red Keep, somehow making it through the city and the castle without being murdered for the hefty price on his head, but …. that D&D logic, tho. He and Jamie say “goodbye” one idiot to another (hey, you guys said it -not me), and as foreboding music drones in the background, the standoff begins. But, so I guess that Jamie and Tyrion decided to let bygones be bygones?

And to one of my favorite scenes of the episode -my God, Lena and Peter SLAYED THIS SCENE! After the accusations fly, Tyrion tells Cersei to have him killed -the Mountain reaches for his sword and begins to unsheath it, but the order is never given. Cersei looks torn. Perhaps she isn’t as heartless as she tries to portray? Perhaps a tiny part of her does have affection for her little brother? Or maybe she just doesn’t want anymore Lannisters to die? I’m not entirely sure of her motivations, but she certainly looked gorgeous in this scene, though.

After Tyrion collects himself (and likely wishes for a clean pair of shorts), he downs a goblet of wine and pours his sister a cup. We know now that he does regret killing his father (despite deserving it), and that Tyrion really doesn’t want to see the end of his family. Is he lying? Doubtful. He loved her children as she did (except for Satan incarnate, Joffrey). He realizes that Cersei is once again pregnant, and somehow appeals to her better senses ….

And I’m just here SCREAMING at the TV: why do you all believe her??? This is Cersei -the son Tywin always wanted -but with a vagina (oh, the irony)!!

We jump back to the Dragon Pit where Jon is back to brooding as he shuffles through some dragon bones. He lets his disappointment in the turn of events known, as Dany decides to join him. She tells him she respects what he did (is that what we’re calling it now? did ya’ll see her face when he announced his allegiance with her? It’s cool Dany -I “respect” Jon snow sometimes when my hubby isn’t around, too 😂) and then begins telling him how the end of the Dragons is what really spelled the end of her house. The dragons made them extraordinary -without them, they are just like everyone else. (BINGO).

This leads to Jon complimenting her -she’s not like everyone else and her family hasn’t seen its end because she’s still here. Dany follows up that she can’t have children -in case you missed that last episode Jon, when she said the Dragons are the only children she’ll ever have, and then you nodded your understanding when she point blank asked you if you understood. Remember? Oh, are you just double checking? Okay my son, carry on ….

*So this is important:

J: Who told you that?

D: The witch that murdered my husband.

J: Did it occur to you she might not have been a reliable source of information? (Because clearly it’s occurring to Jon).

D: You were right from the beginning. If I’d had trusted you everything would be different.

J: So what now?

D: I can’t forget what I saw north of the wall, and I can’t pretend that Cersei won’t take back half the country the moment I march north.

So -let’s do a bit of reading between the lines here, shall we? What we know now: Dany fully trusts Jon, when she didn’t before. When Jon asks her “what now?” It’s pretty clear that he’s unsure whether or not he can trust her to prioritize the NK and his army over Cersei and the Iron Throne. And her answer lets him know that he’s in the right with his suspicions.

J: It appears Tyrion’s assessment was correct, we’re fucked.

You sure are, Jon. Better think of something quick -because apparently just “bending the knee” may not be sufficient -and you do need those dragons and army.

As if by cue, Tyrion returns -Cersei and her entourage in tow and she agrees to help and delivers one of the most epic lines of the evening: “perhaps you’ll remember that I chose to help with no promises or assurances from any of you.”


Now I want to ask if ANY of you caught the look that passed between Jon and Tyrion here? Admittedly, I didn’t on my first watch -but it’s plain as day. Remember it -I’ll return to it later, because I actually think it may be important.

Now we take a ravens POV, flying through the heavy snow towards Winterfell. Sansa sits irritatedly tapping her message from Jon on her desk. She’s not happy about the news she’s received. Seems like Jon finally decided to write home and let her know he bent the knee. You broke up with the North in a text message? Really Jon?  

Little Finger does what he’s always done -acts like he’s on everyone’s side while sewing his seeds of doubt and dissension. For those of you who were waiting for the crypt scene payoff: here it was …

While discussing Jon’s “reasons” for doing this, he drops the bomb that the Dragon Queen is rumored to be very beautiful. Why? My guess is he’s wondering if Sansa has the same subconscious affections for Jon that he displayed in the crypts.

S: what does that have to do with anything?

LF: Jon is young and unmarried, Daenerys is young and unmarried.

S: you think he wants to marry her?
(the thought obv never occurred to her, due to her reaction).

LF: An alliance makes sense. Together they’d be difficult to defeat. He was named KitN, he can be unnamed.

S: Even if I wanted to (she doesn’t) Arya would never go for it.

Shut down AGAIN, LF -Sansa isn’t going to turn on Jon. So, he switches gears back to Arya, thinking that’s the key to driving a wedge between her and Jon and setting the crown on Sansa’s head -get Arya out of the way.
He continues his little mind game, encouraging Sansa to play along, and by the scenes end, we’re made to believe she’s fallen for it and is on board. Really -unbeknownst to him, he just planted the solution to Jon’s birthright situation in her lap (when it’s revealed). Unite the North and South by marriage -together they’d be difficult to defeat …. hello Jonsa season 8!

And we’ve warped back to Dragonstone. They’re planning their strategy to head to Winterfell. Jon suggests that they sail together, and Jorah thinks Dany would be safer flying Drogon. Of course because she’s hot on Jon -she’ll take his suggestion -especially since we ALL KNOW the Northerners will NEVER see her as an ally. But she’s all: I’m going north to save them, not conquer them. 😏 So many nervous glances here amongst all the men …

The meetings over, and Theon catches Jon and Davos as they pass through the throne room (anyone else curious about what they may have been talking about?). Okay, and OMG, another important conversation with so much hidden in the narrative!

(I may paraphrase a bit here)

T: What you did in KL, you could have lied to Cersei about bending the knee to Daenerys. You risked everything to tell an enemy the truth.

But …did he?

J: We went down there to make peace, and it seems to me we need to be honest with each other, if we’re going to fight together.

See above.

T: You’ve always known what was right. Even when we were all young and stupid. Every step you take  …it was always the right step.

J: It’s not. It may seem that way from the outside, but I promise you it’s not true. I’ve done plenty things I regret.

T: Not compared to me you haven’t.

Clearly, he’s referring to betraying the Starks.

J: No. Not compared to you.

Clearly he has no intention of betraying his family like Theon did -although I do believe he intends to betray someone.

T: I always wanted to do the right thing. Yada yada. It always seemed like their was …an impossible choice I had to make. Stark or Greyjoy.

Confirmation here. Jon’s angry. He’s angry that Theon betrayed their father -who although may not have been his true father, he treated him like a son-better than Theon’s own father -sound familiar?

J: Our father was more a father to you than your own father ever was.

T: He was.

J: And you betrayed him, betrayed his memory.

T: I did.

J: But you never lost it. He’s a part of you, just like he’s a part of me.

Jon may as well be having this conversation with himself next season! Well - at least parts of it.

T: But the things I’ve done …

J: Its not my place to forgive you for all of it. But what I can forgive, I do. You don’t need to choose. You’re a Greyjoy and you’re a Stark.

*I love this little nugget, because I feel like it gives credence to my Wars of the Roses meta theory -that Jon will combine both sides of his heritage/houses into one. Although, the deeper meaning behind it, is he’s allowed to be both without betraying the other. And …. he will always be a Stark.

The conversation continues with Theon explaining that Yara tried to save him -she needs him now. And Jon gives Theon his blessing to go get his sister: “So why you still talking to me.”

This scene with Jon was truly beautiful, with true healing quality for Theon. A little bit of old Theon emerges when he doesn’t stand down to one of Yara’s men and takes a hell of a beating (damn, he really is a Stark -can’t keep my babies down!) and succeeds in rallying the men behind him. Not for him -for Yara!

We return to Winterfell where a very forlorn Sansa stands upon the ramparts in her and Jon’s “spot”. Is she thinking of him? I believe so -but that might just be my pesky shipping goggles. Sophie Turner has looked exceptionally beautiful this season -like bewitchingly so. She’s always been lovely -but damn. Shaking off her sadness: my skin has gone from porcelain, to ivory, to steel -she steels herself for what must be done, and orders the guard to have her sister brought to the Great Hall.

We flash to the Great Hall. Arya is escorted in, as Sansa and Bran sit like they’re about to judge her. Arya and LF share a “fuck you” stare, and Arya asks Sansa if she “really wants to do this?” Sansa replies that honor demands it, and after Arya’s “get on with it”, Sansa rattles off charges, and then flips the script on LF, leveling the charges on him.

Haha! He blinked so hard, I thought he was about to fall over! As Sansa annihilates him with charges, he stumbles with excuses, but all 3 Starklings gangbang his ass, and he’s done for.

Using his own lessons and words against him -the student has surpassed the teacher. “I am a slow learner, it’s true -but I learn.”


And with a nod of Sansa’s head, and despite his resorting to crying and begging, Arya slits his throat before he even realizes what hit him. For all his scheming, what was his legacy …? I would have liked to see him go out with a bit more fight -but maybe that’s the point.


To the Starks, who fought to make it back to Winterfell and each other -family is everything. They’re a united front.

We jump back to KL for the last time this season. Jamie is going over battle plans with the Lannister soldiers. Cersei dismisses them and asks Jamie what he’s doing- he tells her that he’s planning his expedition north. Cersei resorts to her usual cruelty: “you really are the stupidest Lannister.” She tells him it was all a ruse, and Jamie’s not happy about this. After accusing him of conspiring against her and telling him that Euron didn’t really tuck tail and run, but instead went to pick up the mercenaries she purchased with the help of the Iron Bank, Jamie finally grows a pair! He pledged to ride north and he intends to. Cersei’s last bit of treachery is FINALLY the straw that broke the camels back!

Cersei threatens his life -reminiscent of her earlier scene with Tyrion. Jamie calls her bluff, and again she doesn’t act on it. And as our hero leaves for the North, Winter has finally arrived at KL. (Told you better things were in store for my Golden boy … can he really be TPTWP?)!!

We head back to Winterfell -Sam and Gilly have arrived and Sam seeks out Bran. Not gonna lie -this part confused me a bit, because I thought Bran was all knowing ….yet, he asks Sam WHY he’s come to Winterfell. Also -it’s Sam who informs him that Jon isn’t a bastard. Also -why has Bran told this to Sam, and not his sisters? Unless he has? And we just haven’t seen it? Like the Starks conspiring against LF? Makes me wonder of the other things that may have happened offscreen this season, too ….

Bran does what he does and goes back in time to witness Lyanna and Rhaegar’s marriage -Roberts Rebellion was built on a lie. Jon’s real name is (barf) Aegon Targaryen, and he’s never been a bastard -he’s the TRUE heir to the Iron Throne -all of this over boatbang, sucking all the romance out of the coupling and painting it in an ominous light -just as I suspected. Remember when I told you all that CONTEXT was everything, and that there was a reason we found out about Jon’s parentage prior to boatbang -and the reasoning behind overlapping R/L’s wedding wasn’t to depict this EPIC romance, but to instead imply incestuous overtones and foreshadow the future Targbowl? Yep. That’s about it in a nutshell. But, more about boatbang towards the end -as well as my suspicions …

We return back to Winterfell, where our Starkling sisters are perched upon the ramparts. Here they confirm their bond, both understanding the true strength of the other, and that despite each others quirks -they love one another and will take care of each other ….just as their father would have wanted. “When the Snows fall and the White Winds Blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.”  Despite their losses, the Starks are a pack, and they will endure.

Lastly, we shoot to Eastwatch, where everyone’s favorite ginger is perched atop the lookout post -probably daydreaming of Brienne. A horn blows as the NK’s army has finally reached the wall. Viserion, gorgeous blue eyes shining soars through the air with the NK on his back, and shooting flames to match his eyes -the wall begins to crumble.

We see people getting caught up in the destruction -hopefully not Tormund, because I’ll fucking riot, as the wall falls and the dead march forward into Westeros.

Winter is here.

Okay, so back to boatbang. Aside from the basics I outlined above -let’s break the scene down.

Jon stands before Dany’s door. His expression is troubled. He heaves a heavy sigh, then he lifts his hand to knock on the door -yet he hesitates before actually knocking. Why?

After Dany bids him entrance, Jon closes the door and we see Tyrion emerge from around the corner. Unless he’s been stalking Jon -he has perfect timing. Why is this? Could it be that Jon was just with Tyrion? Could that look they shared at the Dragon Pit mean something? Could Jon be the means as to which  Varys suggested Tyrion find a way to make Dany listen? Tyrion’s expression doesn’t look like jealousy to me -he looks concerned, worried even. Has he conspired against his queen, knowing how smitten she is with Jon, to stay the course and maybe feels guilty because he knows she’s falling for Jon and he’s playing her? Have secret discussions been going on offscreen, like with the Starks, only to be revealed later? You’ve kind of gotta wonder this season …

Look, whether or not you subscribe to the undercover lover theory or not, you’ve got to admit that there’s been a lot of oddness surrounding this rushed romance. Two episodes ago, Jon was ready to hightail it out of Dragonstone and never look back (and he didn’t, although Jorah did), and we’re suddenly supposed to believe he’s smitten? I guess If I shipped them, I’d want to believe that -but what about Jon’s odd behavior? The fact that while Dany has literally poured her heart out to him, yet he’s managed to share absolutely NOTHING personal with her is a HUGE damn red flag to me.


Could he be attracted to her? Sure. She’s quite beautiful and he’s not blind, but it seems that D&D have been hiding little clues within the narrative -they’ve also managed to successfully sabotage this relationship before it even got off the ground -with the parent reveal last season. The way I see it, is we’ve got a strong case here, and a 50/50 chance that this is all for show and Jon’s actually LISTENED to Sansa -that he’s being smarter than father and Robb, that he’s NOT a Northern fool -and he REALLY does know how to play the game. All this talk of Ned, and honor?

OR, he is truly a damn fool and Jon Snow really does know nothing …. I just can’t stand by this. If I’m wrong, fine -but everything screams at me that that Jon knows Cersei was lying, or just doesn’t trust she’ll follow through. Jon knows that  once Dany figures that out, she’ll probably want to go back south with her dragons and armies -pledging himself to her clearly didn’t work (as witnessed by her words at the Dragon Pit) -but clearly she’s smitten with him …he’s seen her heart eyes. What’s a sure-fire way to get her to commit to the war and assisting the North in fighting? Why, committing to her man, of course.

So, back to analyzing the sex scene. There was no lead up -no first kiss, no tender caresses -just a closed door and then BAM two naked (damn Kit, daaayum!) people. Dany seems to have taken the aggressive stance on top. Jon  flips her into missionary, and before he thrusts, STOPS -again, like at the door, he’s hesitating as he looks down at Dany, regretful -like he’s not sure he should do this -NOT because he doesn’t want her (he IS a man, after all), but because he’s feeling guilty about what he’s about to do (to her), as she stares up at him all dreamy-eyed and awestruck, and he doesn’t feel the same way. Make no mistake that I do believe he likes her as a person, but love is not reciprocated here.

He heaves yet another heavy sigh, with this same haunted expression, and then pants as he steels himself to go on -seemingly forcing himself to continue, squeezing his eyes shut as he kisses her. All I heard in my head was Arya saying “get on with it”.

This was not romantic epic love. Jon didn’t look at Dany like she hung the moon. We’ve all seen the way he’s looked at Sansa -

Vs. a very intimate moment with the woman he “supposedly” has fallen for?


I may be wrong about undercover lover, but I think that there was so much more than meets the eye here.

Buckle up babies -we survived season 7 and boatbang.

Season 8 is ours and Jonsa is STILL endgame. It is known. 😘


hello friends!! here’s part four, i hope you love it

part one | part two | part three


questions, comments, concerns

You yawn, “Hi.” You balance the phone between your shoulder and cheek as you type something into your laptop.
“Will you be home anytime soon?”
You look at the time and realize it’s nearly 12:30. You sigh, “I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t be much longer, you should go to bed though.”
“It’s okay,” Harry says, but yawns, “We get to sleep in tomorrow so I can wait up. What’re you working on?”
“Just finishing a draft of my opening statement. I’m gonna leave it on Ron’s desk since he comes in on Saturdays, see what he thinks.” You finish the last sentence and hit save, print.
“Why don’t you just e-mail him?”
The printer begins to whir behind you, “Oh…” Then you giggle, “I’m so tired, I didn’t even think to.”
“Are you okay to drive home, love? I can come get you, we can come back for your car tomorrow.”

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The Hero Next Door

Pairings: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 2 206

Requested: heyo can you do a peter parker x reader where the reader and him are bff’s and she secretly is really into spider-man(like she has a crush on him and no one knows) and he saves her one day from whatever and she’s so nervous. ;3 (she can find out it’s peter or not and maybe a kiss??)

A/N: So so so so sorry I post it so late. I’ve no idea since when i had it in my Inbox but i finally found the time to write it. I really hope you like it ♥ Let me know what you think :) 

Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

“Hey, Pete!”, I whispered yelled at Peter who was sitting in front of me in our Biology class.

“Yes?”, he leaned back, still trying to take note of what the teacher was saying.

“Would you like to come at my place tonight?”

“What for?”, Was he seriously asking me this question?

“To have sex with me.”, I stated while rolling my eyes.

“What?”, he turned around bursting out with wide eyes.

“Is there a problem, Mr. Parker?”, the teacher and the others students were now looking at us, well him.

“Um, n-no, Mrs. Wallin.”, the boy stuttered and I tried to cover my laugh, “I was surprised by what you were saying.”

“You were surprised by how our heart works?”, Peter turned red immediately. He hadn’t paid attention to the teacher’s explanation, “I suggest you listen to me more carefully, Mr. Parker.”, and then she continued with her lesson.

“It’s your fault, (Y/L/N).”

“Am I guilty you are too excited to have sex with me, Parker.”, I smirked, “But now seriously, are you coming tonight?”, I asked again hoping he would say yes.

“I can’t.”

“We won’t have sex I promise. It will be a movie night.”

“I know, I just can’t.”, as I was about to protest and make him come the bell rang. We collected out stuff and exited the room.

“Is that a way to ditch me?”

Peter and I have been friends since I moved in the apartment next to his. He was so sweet and polite to me just the perfect boy next door. He introduced me to his best friend Ned and soon we were the powerful trio of the school. You know, the one that nobody notices. Almost every weekend we have a film marathon – Star Wars and Harry Potter are the most preferred ones. By that time I knew every second of the movies but still we enjoy them. But since Peter got in that internship the movie nights are rare. Yeah, I and Ned are doing some stuff with the Lego but it isn’t the same without our third wheel Peter Parker, as I use to call him.

“No, (Y/N)! But I have no time for movies tonight. I have that Stark internship I told you about.”, I observed Peter. He didn’t look at me which he did only when he lied to me.

“You are spending too much time with Stark. I’m starting to think you like him more than me.”

“Maybe he is way funnier than you are.”, the boy winked at me as we approached Ned who was sitting on our table for lunch.

“Hey, guys.”, he greeted us when we took our seats, “Ho-”

“Peter’s not coming tonight.”, I interrupted the poor boy but he didn’t seem surprised.

“Actually…”, Ned was playing with his fingers which meant only one thing.

“You are not coming too?! I hate you guys!”

“That’s not true and you know it.”, I crossed my arms and looked away not paying attention to Peter’s words.

“Are you giving us the silent treatment, again?”, as a respond I took my sandwich from by back and took a bite.

“Don’t worry, Ned.”, Peter reassured him as he tasted his food, “She can’t keep her mouth shut.”

“That’s not true!”, I burst out.

“See.”, Peter smirked but I punched him slightly in the shoulder.

Our days were basically this. We joked around and teased each other like 24/7. It’s surprising what a person hides when they meet someone new. At the beginning Peter was so shy and nervous but once we got close he let the beast out. When that happens, he is uncontrollable – Peter The sass queen Parker.  

I like all his sides. His funny one, which makes me feel better every time I’m not in the mood. The one when he is too much into something that he forgets the world around him. The angry one, because at these moments he is like a puppy, so sweet and harmless. His nerdy one which makes me fall asleep when he starts chattering about Stars Wars and tells you every detail you cannot remember afterwards which makes him angry. As I was staring at him right now I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Earth to (Y/N)!”, Ned brought me back to reality.

“Was it necessary to ruin my dreams?”

“And what were you dreaming about?”, he leaned closed and my heart skipped a beat but I wasn’t going to show my emotions so I leaned in too with a smirk.

“Not your business, Parker.”

“Look! Penis Parker is about to kiss a girl!”, I heard Flash’s voice somewhere behind us. I rolled my eyes and turned around to face him, “Did your friend Spiderman pay this girl to do so?”

“Fuck off, Flash. I’m not in the mood for you.”, giving him a death glare wasn’t enough.

“Not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

“If you really want to get your balls cut and then taste them, stay.”, I smiled at him as he gulped.

“You have luck I have something to do.”, he lied and turned around. But as he did so he bumped into a girl and the food she was holding was now on her shirt. The girl clenched her jaws and hit him with her bag…several times.

“I want to stay and admire the show but I have to go.”, informing the boys I stood up and took my rucksack.

“We have two more classes.”

“You have two more. I don’t. Our teacher is pregnant and there is no one to take her place for the moment so…goodbye losers!”

*             *             *

Would I be a whore for liking two guys?! That was on my mind as I was going home. I know I’m falling for Peter but there was somebody else I’m head over heels for (And don’t you dare laugh at me for this!) – Spiderman. I have no idea how that happened and why. I mean, I’ve never seen his face or so but it isn’t the appearance that makes my heart jump when I see him flying through the city. It’s the fact that he risks his life for people he doesn’t know. He tries to make this place better although sometimes he is failing. I wish I could meet him and get to know him, who he is, what he likes and stuff. Unfortunately, for him I’m probably just one of the thousands fangirls he has.

It’s 10pm and I’m lying in my bed thinking about the two boys.

“Fuck it!”, I groaned and buried my head in the pillow, “This won’t happen in hundred years.”

Thankfully to my stomach growing I forgot about the boys and though about something way more important – what to eat. I live alone so there is no one to buy groceries when I’m too lazy to do it. I went to the fridge but there was nothing in it when I opened it.

“I don’t want to go out”, I cried out, “But I will die of starvation…Well, at least I will lose the two kilos I’ve been trying to get rid of.”, I reassured myself for a moment, “But I’m hungry…Maybe if I go to the store I’ll burn the calories I will eat.”

I hurried to put on some clothes before I lost my incentive. I took the keys and some money and exited the building. When I was outside the cold breeze zoomed into my face making me shiver. It took me five minutes to reach the supermarket.

“Closed?! What do you mean closed?!”, it was written that the only day they wouldn’t work was today. I groaned in annoyance. “Maybe the destiny is telling me something… to go fifteen more minutes to McDonalds and eat there.”, or the destiny was  a bitch playing with me.  

As I was walking my stomach didn’t stop growing so I decided to take a shortcut. The path was dark and between two buildings. I quickened my pace in order to get out of it as soon as possible but the two men waiting me at the end didn’t think the same. As I saw them approaching I turned on my heel and went the other direction but there was a man there too. I was rooted to the sport with shock and fear of what was about to happen. Within seconds I felt a hand on my waist. I evaded from the grip but another man caught me.

“Get away from me.”, I shouted but one of them covered my mouth.

“Hush-hush little princess, we don’t want somebody to ruin what’s about to happen, right?”, I could smell the amount of alcohol they had drank. I kicked him between the legs and kicked the man behind me.

“Help!”, I screamed but the third man got me by my ankle as I tried to escape.

“You are not going anywhere, you lil’ bitch!”, He was on top of me, his weight not letting me move. Tears were rolling down my face as I understood what they were going to do to me.  

“I think you heard the lady. She said to back off!”, someone spoke with a familiar voice. In seconds the three men were stuck to the wall with web. Inhaling and exhaling I sought to normalize my breathing but it wasn’t happening.

“Let me help you.”, the man in red and blue suit came next to me and helped me stood up. He tightened his hand around my waist as I buried my face in his chest not believing what was happening, “Hold.”, and with that I couldn’t feel the ground below me anymore. For me it was like eternity but actually it took him seconds to land on the building I was living in.

“You okay?”, he asked but when he saw me crying he captured my face and looked at me, “Hey, shh, it’s alright. You are save now.”

In response I hugged him tightly and murmured a ‘thank you’. Removing the tears from my face I looked at the person in front of me having a clear vision. The situation which happened like two minutes ago was forgotten as this had happened to me several times. No, I haven’t been raped but such bastard can be met everywhere that’s why I’m always wearing something to protect myself…well besides now.

“No problems, (Y/N).”, he said and was about to jump and leave.

“Wait!”, he stopped and looked at me, “How do you know my name?”, maybe he was shocked or hadn’t heard me as he didn’t answer. I was about to ask him again when he spoke interrupting me.

“Peter Parker told me.”, I bit my lips. I had to thank that nerdy boy later.

“And what did he tell you?”

“That you are nice.”, Only that?! Peter told him only that!? Nice!? Oh he will see how nice I can be.

“I can’t believe that bastard told you only this. Why do I even have a crush on him?”, I murmured not realizing I spoke my thought out.


“What?”, I repeated Spiderman’s question, “I didn’t say anything.”

“You said you have crush on Peter.”

“What? No! I don’t have crush on Peter! I don’t have crush on you either! He is just a friend, a best friend. We…we are not a thing, not like I would mind that- Shit, I’m so nervous right now…I have to kill Peter for doing this to me!” while I was rumbling on I didn’t notice Spiderman taking his mask off.

“You can kill me after this.”, I looked up at Spiderman not understanding what he was talking about but as soon as I saw Peter nearing me my eyes got wide.

“Peter, what the fu-”, the boy connected our lips in a slow kiss. I closed my eyes immediately, placing my hands on his neck in order to deepen the kiss. I felt butterflies in my stomach and my body was on fire. His lips were soft and sent shivers down my spine. The feeling was amazing. I’ve read a lot about people kissing in my books but the sensation is indescribable. I’ve never thought a simple kiss can send you on cloud nine.

As we separated to take a breath I looked at him. He was smiling ear to ear.

“Peter Parker! How dare you not tell me you are the freaking gorgeous Spiderman?!”, I crossed my arms and looked at him seriously.

“I-um I-I didn’t know h-how.”, the boy stuttered nervously and rubbed his neck.

“I can’t believe the two people I have a crush on are actually one person and that I have a hero living next door to me.”, I finally gave up and a smile appeared on my face, “But the fact I like you doesn’t outweigh the fact you must make it up to me somehow.”, maybe it was the suit or something else, but his nervousness left as fast as mine did.

“Whatever you say.”

“I have something in mind.”, smirking I leaned it for another kiss. And another…and another.

“About the Stark internship.”, he mentioned it between the kisses.

“Don’t ruin the moment, Parker. You’ll tell me everything after it. There’s nowhere to run.”

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Victor/Yuuri and the Media

Alternately titled “Sachiro can find Victor character development pretty much anywhere he looks”.

As an attempt to get over the writer’s block that has been plaguing me for a month and a half, I decided to try and tackle something new. Something that’s a more outside-of-the-box idea in terms of analysis (at least I think) so let’s take a look at an aspect of the series that I haven’t seen talked about too much in terms of character development: the media!

I started thinking a while back about how we can actually see a clear change when it comes to Victor and his interactions with Yuuri in regards to the media, especially when we compare the earlier episodes to the later ones, and it got me thinking. Why does Victor act so protective of Yuuri in front of the media in earlier episodes and what changed by the later ones to the point that he’s so noticeably not there (and at what point did this shift take place)?

Victor himself actually enjoys the media attention and we have that shown to us repeatedly over the course of the show. Yuuri, on the other hand, tolerates the media but while he doesn’t enjoy the attention he isn’t actually a terrible speaker in front of the cameras.

Before we get into the meat of the discussion, let’s take a quick look at how each of them interact with the media when left on their own (at the start of the show anyway).


The very first time we see Victor, he’s in front of the cameras. His heart may not have been into it but he was still able to pull out a big smile. Even more in our faces later, we see him winking at the crowd at Worlds and sending everyone into a tizzy. He’s very much an extrovert and gets his energy from others around him.

Even after he moves to Japan, and especially once Yuuri and Victor get back into the competitive circuit, we see him thriving off any media attention he can get; whether it’s interviews, at the kiss & cry, or from the attention given to him by his fans.


On the other hand, Yuuri is very docile in front of the cameras. He’ll respond with phrases that you can tell he prepared ahead of time. You can see that he doesn’t really enjoy the attention but he’s been at this long enough to know how to deal with and tolerate it. In contrast to Victor, you don’t see Yuuri waving at the cameras and actively seeking out attention from his fans.

We can see examples of Yuuri on the far side of this spectrum in episode 1 where he actively tries to avoid interacting with his fans. We can also make the assumption that he avoided all media and social media in the space between the GPF and the Stammi Vicino video due to no one having an inkling as to what his career plans were (even though him skipping out on Worlds as the only Men’s Singles skater for Japan would have already been suspect – I wonder what excuse he gave because it definitely would have hit the press either way).

Edit: he didn’t qualify for Worlds at all due to his poor performance at Japanese Nationals, my bad!

As you can probably guess, putting both of them in the same frame would certainly cause some interesting interactions, and that’s exactly what happens! So let’s take a look from the start and see how they managed to somehow get to a point where Victor is leaving Yuuri to deal with the media alone/actually been tame in front of the cameras as seen in the last episodes!

(More under the read more due to length/images so please enjoy the rest of the analysis!)

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(NSFW) Submit and Surrender - Jumin Han

A/N - This is based loosely off the bad end, so expect some of the themes that are apparent in the CG. 

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Apologies if I’ve missed anyone out - it’s a long list as you can see xD

‘Don’t forget.’ Jumin pressed in on you, your bodies touching inch for inch, the warmth between you growing hot. ‘….We are in love.’ 

There was a silence that followed, a stillness that seemed to teeter on a strained edge. Your breaths were slow but heated, the soft rush of air as it passed your lips the only noise in the room. 

‘…Aren’t we?’ he breathed. There was a fading restraint to his tone…as if he had been tightly coiled up until this moment, as if whatever he had been winding was now beginning to come loose….

‘We are…’ you said, your voice coming out low and husky as small shivers ran down your spine… continual reminders that you were about to walk an unfamiliar path. 

‘That’s my good girl.’ Jumin murmured, slowly running the back of his finger down your cheek. ‘…But words are just words. I need you to show me. To trust me,’ he leant in, his breath caressing the shell of your ear. ‘…To submit to me.

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Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Prompt : 7. “You’re pregnant?” 11. “You bought us a house?” - Requested by anon

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

You sat in the passenger seat, feeling your stomach churn as you went over and over how you were going to tell Bucky the news. 

He wanted to take you out for a drive, and being alone, you thought this would be the perfect time to tell him. Though you were scared of what his reaction would be. 

“Hey-” He drawled out, slipping his hand in to yours. “Are you okay?” 

Snapping out of your daze, you looked to him and flashed a soft smile. 

“Y-Yeah. Im fine.” You lied. 

Bucky pulled into a beautiful neighborhood, and parked the car in front of a house. It was breathtaking. Small little home painted white, with a porch. It was something you and Bucky would talk about. 

“You know you can always talk to me Y/N.” He said, turning his body to you, meeting your gaze. “No matter what it is.”

Looking into his eyes, you felt safe. And suddenly, your worries disappeared. 

“There’s something I need to tell you.” You whispered, looking down at your stomach, one hand caressing your belly. 

Bucky followed your gaze, and immediately knew just what you were going to say. 

“You’re pregnant?” He asked. 

The way he said the word ‘Pregnant’ made your stomach flutter. And now doubt and worry had washed over you. 

“Yes.” You sighed. 

Bucky glanced away, his silence torturing you to no end. 

You could feel yourself grow more concerned with every passing second. What was he thinking? 

“Say something, please.” 

He flashed a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he looked back at you. 

“Y/N, this is amazing.” He exclaimed. 

“Wait, you’re okay with this?” You asked. 

Bucky furrowed his brows, and nodded. “I am more than okay, I am completely happy about this.” He stated. 

Taking your hands into his, he locked his gaze with yours. “Y/N, I love you. You are my family and now, we are going to have a baby to add to our family. It’s beyond anything I could ever ask for.” 

You could feel the tears begin to well in your eyes. This moment right here was the moment you never wanted to forget. 

“There’s a reason I brought you out here.” He muttered. “Welcome home.” 

Snapping your eyes back to the cute little house you were previously awing at, you were hit with confusion. 

“You bought us a house?” 

Bucky nodded leading you to let out a squeal. 

“Oh my gosh” You exclaimed with excitement. “Can we-can we go inside?” 

“Of course.” He chuckled. “Its our home. We can go inside whenever we want.” 

Solstice ║ Park Jimin [M]

Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 3,025

Summer romances were the very epitome of cliché. Working hand in hand with fate, they followed a routinary system of making people fall in love. Only to bring deceit and a bitter end when autumn begins to crawl in, eating away at the once vibrant colours that the summer had brought along and replacing them with dull hues of orange and brown.

I should’ve known better really.

Maybe it was the influence of the solstice, but all it took was one wild summer for me to confirm that I had fallen completely and utterly head over heels for Park Jimin. But much like all summer romances, it had all come to an end when reality had finally begun to sink in once again, and I had to leave for university.

I recalled the vigorous thumping of my heart as he had slipped into my bed at an ungodly hour of the night, arms tugging me closer to his body as he pressed his lips against mine, uttering three simple words that had left my head reeling.

He loved me.

The demise of the lively season, however, begged to differ. It was all in the name which indicated that the only occurrence of the said love was in that particular interval of time. And although we had loved one another much before this moment, action to step out of our friendship and into something much more meaningful and intimate only occurred after the transition of spring into summer. Therefore, pushing the relationship to fall under the category of summer love. And so, it had all ended before it could begin.

Gentle cascades of snow and bitter breezes of wind were what had announced the arrival of winter as well as, the beginning of a 3-week long vacation that provided me with the perfect opportunity to relax and forget about the stressful environment that had come with the tedious years spent at university.

I sat by the frost-glazed window of my room with a soft blue blanket wrapped around my body as I took my time to observe the fixed scenery outside of my childhood home that had remained unchanging, despite the years that had swiftly passed by.

Silvery grey clouds lined the horizon, engulfing the usual cerulean blue coloured sky, causing a melancholy curtain of shade to fall upon the fair-sized locality. And to match the typical conventions of the season, crystal-like snowflakes begun descending elegantly onto the frozen concrete ground, creating a breathtaking image to gaze upon; it was a view that I had taken a particular liking to ever since I had been young.

At first, all had seemed ordinary, pacific even, but what had perked my curiosity was the coal-black vehicle that had made its way down the street and pulled into the Park’s driveway. With a furrow of my brows, I straighten my slouched posture and watch as the car door is pushed open and a dark haired man steps out, two bags clutched tightly in his grasp. With a kick of his leg, the back door slams shut behind him audibly. He moves with measured steps as he advances towards the driver, uttering a few words of what I expect are salutations before he draws back further onto the patch of lawn and surveys as the car retreats onto the street, beginning its return journey.

With a visible sigh, he turns on his heels to face the house, almost as if he had never caught a glimpse of it until now. He remains rooted to his spot for a brief period before he leisurely rotates his head to his left, lifting his gaze to stare directly at my window. As he catches sight of my figure, he throws me a casual wave to which I respond with gaping eyes as I hastily rush to my feet and yank the curtains shut. The breaths that tumble past my lips become increasingly intermittent as I finally realise who I had been caught by; Jimin.

Presumptuous chestnut orbs seize my gaze for what seems to be the umpteenth time tonight. His lips are pulled into a mischievous grin, right eye dropping in a subtle wink as he secures eye-contact which sequentially, causes me to shift restlessly under his scrutinising watch.

The assertive act, petite as it may have seemed, doesn’t fail to shatter the mythical mental wall that I had built around the past occurrences that revolved around him and me. Entombed reminiscences suddenly resurface, clouding my mind with all-too-consuming thoughts of the way his sweaty body had felt pressed against mine or how his breathy voice had whispered risqué utterances into my ear as he hastily jerked his hips forward to meet mine.

At the mere remembrance of these memories, an unwelcome echo crawls down my spine. The sudden recollection retrieves my lost focus to my entourage and brings it back to the small bundle of close family and friends who sat around the dinner table, an amiable discussion of past and present events entrapping the atmosphere in a light-hearted tone.

I shake my head softly, almost disappointed with the thoughts that currently possessed my mind; lust filled recollections, similar to the ones I was experiencing, had no place in an environment as chaste and unsullied such as this one. So with a gentle outward push of my chair and an apologetic smile, I excuse my presence, muttering a quick goodnight to everyone before I amble en route to the tranquillity of my room.

“Fucking, Park Jimin.” I curse under my breath as I tug the thick fleece jumper over my head, letting out a sigh of relief at its removal before I throw the material onto the floor and move on to the next layer. My fingers clasp tightly around the hem of the additional coating of fabric, preparing to shed the material when my eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror rendering me to halt my action. I watch as he pushes himself away from the door-frame and takes an individual step into the room, grabbing hold of the inside doorknob as he does so.



Jimin stands momentarily still with his back facing me, almost as if contemplating his next decision, before he leisurely turns around, his footsteps thudding softly against the wooden floorboards as he comes to stand behind me.

“Why don’t you let me help you with that?” He enquires, the low timbre of his voice resonating in my ears as he pushes his body closer to mine, large hands overlapping my smaller ones.

My breath hitches in my throat as he conducts my hands to hoist the shirt upwards, exposing more and more of my skin in the process. I divert my eyes down to the floor as I feel my cheeks flush and a familiar sensation of want begins to coil in the pit of my stomach when he elusively brushes against my waist.

“Are you not going to look at me?”

A nervous gulp shifts down my throat as I with-hold meeting his gaze and instead maintain focus on the ground rather than the man stood behind me with utmost proximity.

“Baby,” He whispers, pushing my hair to the side and pressing a singular kiss on my neck. “Look at me.”

His breathy utterance had felt like a sensual embrace, drawing me into a familiar ethereal world that had me greatly intoxicated by the affectionate and amorous aura he possessed. It may have been because I was so enamoured of him that I found myself turning in his arms, gaze lifting up to meet his nut-brown orbs finally. But I knew that either way, I’d have eventually given in.

“Finally.” He murmurs, tipping his head forward to brush his lips against mine before he seizes my mouth in a kiss. His soft lips move fluidly against mine with a searing desire and his grip tightens around my figure as he takes swift steps towards the bed.

It doesn’t take long before the back of Jimin’s knees hit the side of the mattress, and when they do, I softly push him to down on it, his body falling with a delicate bounce on the bed and mine following likewise.

Once our lips reconnect, his tongue flicks against my bottom lip, and I part my mouth to let him in, sighing into the kiss when I feel his wet muscle swirl around mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to mine and lower my hips to grind against his crotch in a desperate attempt at creating some friction. The action elicited a groan from him, and he soon reciprocates the gesture, his hips jutting forward to meet mine, showing me exactly how hard he had become as he grinds his hardening length into me, to which I whimper in response.

Pressing one finally peck to his bruised lips before I finally pull away from him, I gasp for air to sooth the burning sensation in my lungs.

Maybe it was because my body was far too intoxicated in him or that I simply wasn’t paying attention, but somewhere along the way, I had ended up straddling Jimin while his back was firmly pressed against the bed’s headboard.

Jimin lets out a melodious moan, followed by a strained ‘fuck’ as my clothed core presses onto his hardening member, his hips propelling in an upward motion, prompting me to grind steadily against him.

“Mmm,” He hums softly as he snakes his hands down the curve of my back, bringing them to rest on my ass. “I can tell that you’re enjoying this.”

His simple yet racy words, laced with an unmistakable tone of teasing, draw intermixed curses and strangled whimpers from me, ones that cause him to bite down on his lip harshly.

“Don’t do that. You know how much it drives me crazy.” I breathe out.

Jimin tilts his head in faux confusion, the corners of his mouth transitioning from a downward curve of fixed concentration as he tried to suppress his husky groans to an up-sloping smirk. With repeated oscillate manoeuvres of his index finger, he beckons me closer, capturing my mouth with his in a hot kiss when I obey his demand. I tug at the hem of his shirt, silently demanding him to shed the piece of fabric from his body. Heavily, and oh so unwillingly, I detach myself from him to allow him to discard the unwanted layer of clothing that only seemed to be getting in the way of a more intimate proximity.

My hips do not cease or stutter in their motion, grinding desperately against his crotch to create a satisfying friction that causes my head to tilt back as a wave of delectation rushes over me.

“I missed you so much,” He admits, the abuse of his lips on my skin ongoing as he advances towards my neck, sucking and biting at the flesh brutally until divergent shades of purple and blue paint my skin. “You know what else I missed? That sweet pussy of yours and the way you squeeze around me as you take me in like a good girl. You liked that, didn’t you? You’d beg me to go deeper, faster, harder.”

I emit an entranced and desirous moan, his name rolling past my lips as I allow my fingers to card through his hair, tugging gently when the feeling of ecstasy becomes overwhelming.

“Shh, you need to be quiet for me baby. We don’t want to get caught do we?”

I promptly shake my head, burying my head into the crook of his neck as his thrusts become more irregular and faster in pace.

“Jimin, please,” I beg.

“You’re going to have to be more specific about what you want princess.”

I inhale shakily, lifting myself momentarily from his rutting hips as I press a kiss to his sweaty neck before moving to tug his earlobe between my teeth. This gesture draws a quiet groan from his throat, his fingers now digging roughly into the flesh of my thighs.

“Fuck me.”

Jimin wastes no time after that, his hands moving quickly to unbutton his pants before he raises his hips to shimmy out of both his black jeans and boxers, leaving him bare from his pelvis downwards. After ridding himself of the material, he reaches for my trousers to repeat the process and with poised movements, he successfully pushes the button through its loop in record time, sinking his fingers into the elastic band of my lacy panties as he drags the pair of jeans down my legs.

Feeling a sudden wave of confidence, I take hold of his hand, pressing it flush against my core. He emits a strangled noise as he presses his fingers against me, coating them in my moisture as he begins to rub my clit in circular motions, sending me into overdrive.

“Shit,” Jimin rasps. “You’re so wet.”

My back arches as his fingers continue the assault on my core, his pace becoming more rigorous as I gasp for air. Heat starts to pool in my stomach at such a quick rate, my brain short-circuiting as a familiar feeling of fire pooling low in my abdomen begins to become prominent.

“O-oh, fuck. S-shit. I’m going to come if you carry on doing that.” I stutter, jerking my hips to his motion.

His manoeuvre instantly ceases, fingers ripping away from me all too quick for me to comprehend.

“Not yet baby.” He purrs, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “You’ll only be coming when I’m buried deep inside your pussy.”

Groans of frustration tumble past my parted lips.

“Please, just fuck me already.” I beseech, ghosting my fingertips across his chest, which subsequently causes him to shiver. He places a single open-mouthed kiss onto my neck, sucking gently before his chapped lips brush against my ear.

“Don’t make a single sound baby girl.” Jimin rasped as he teased the tip of his cock along my folds, arousing a weak mewl from my mouth. “If you do, I’ll stop and wait until you’re completely silent again; just like an obedient little girl.”

Taking his words into consciousness, I nod my head softly to show my compliance to his command.

“Good girl.” He murmurs, curling his fingers around my waist as he guides my body to sink on his erect cock until I was pressed firmly against him. Jimin’s mouth falls agape as he enters me, a rush of familiarity washing over him as he filled me up entirely. Impatient hands slither behind me, unhooking my bra and throwing it in the array of discarded clothes that lay on the floor.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He whispers, lolling his head backwards and screwing his eyes shut.

Splaying my palms against his chest, I begin to bounce on his cock, rocking my hips back and forth lethargically, which only seemed to drive Jimin up a wall as he snaps his pelvis into me in an attempt to gratify his increasing libido. I bury my face in the crook of his neck as Jimin’s hips impel forward in a violent motion, having no issue in hitting my G-spot perfectly.

“Jimin, fuck” I moan, quickening my pace in the process.

“That’s it, baby, ride me faster.” Jimin husked.

“Is this pussy yours?” I purr into his ear, my fingers snaking up the nape of his neck to tangle in his hair.

“You know that I own this pretty little pussy princess,” Jimin growls. “Mine, mine, mine.” He chants between robust bucks of his hips. As intense waves of bliss and titillation establish an electric sensation in my abdomen, trails of warmth pool at my pulsing core, washing over the remnant of my body. Jimin’s length fucks into me continuously and mercilessly, hushed gasps and whimpers becoming lost in a hungry kiss.

“Ah fuck-, J-Jimin.” I gasp, his name wrenching from my throat in a hoarse croak. “I’m so close.”

His large hands caress my body before he lets his right one sink south, slick digits dipping past my folds. Jimin briefly runs his fingers along my slit before he lightly pinches the nub and then proceeds to add pressure against my clit. He begins massaging figure 8’s into it to match the snapping pace of his pelvis, as I bite down on my lip to suppress the loud cry that threatened to wrench past my bruised lips. Jimin continues to jolt his hips up and into me at a fast pace, hitting my G-spot inch-perfect with each erratic thrust, causing my breath to hitch and my core to flex around his pumping length.

“Fuck, shit.” He curses. “I want you to cum for me baby girl, hard.”

The crude, yet encouraging utterances that cascade from his mouth are what coax me as I come undone, minuscule black dots corrupting my vision as the euphoric pressure that had coiled in my lower abdomen dissolves into nothing but pleasure. Jimin’s pace doesn’t cease but instead becomes increasing irregular and accelerated as he chases after his release, right hand still vigorously rubbing at my clit while the other, grips harshly onto my waist, sure to leave marks later on.

The faint, husky moans of my name tangle themselves with heavy pants and lewd curses that he croaks out in a mantra when he finally seizes his release, shooting his hot seed into my pulsating core. Neither he or I falter in our movements as we ride out our high, my hips proceeding to roll in slow, languid motions while Jimin’s thrusts become increasingly sluggish and sloppy as he feebly propels his pelvis upwards before whispering one last hushed ‘fuck’ as the waves of pleasure finally diminish.

“I love you.” Jimin breaths, inclining his sweaty forehead against mine, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips and pulling me flush against his heated body, his length still deeply buried inside me. I sigh at the feeling and letting my fingers scratch down his back, loving the way he shivered under my touch.

“I love you too.”

A/n: @romanticfall I promised I would dedicate this post to you so here it is babe. Also @hobiemin , @godsavemefrombts & @writeiolite thank you for being there when I needed help (This is my first time writing smut so please be nice 😅)


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wedding preparations

part 2 of The White Dress series

part 1

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special thanks to @infinityywar again for helping me write this!!!

  • his mom comes to help you pick out a wedding dress and every one you try on she keeps telling you “that’s the one”
  • harrison is with you two and he keeps going through the racks and picking out more and more dresses for you to try on.
  • “you know we only have an hour to try on dresses, haz.”
  • when you find THE dress all three of you are crying and it’s a wonderful moment and you almost call tom to have him come see it but harrison took away your phone at the beginning of the appointment bc he knew you’d try
  • “tom we should probably take some kind of dance lessons?” and toms looks at you sO offenEd bc hEs the woRlds bEst danCer how coUld his wife-to-be forgeT that?
  • “love, i’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.”
  • there’s a huge fight about who’s going to be tom’s best man so tom decides to do a best man contest and the winner gets to be his best man.
  • tessa ends up being his best gal, even though harrison to this day says he was the winner sam says it was him but lets harrison live
  • they are all super offended but paddy’s all “you know what i respect that”
  • debating about where you’re gonna actually have the wedding because your family is in the us and his is in london
  • theN toms all “maybe we should get married at the irish castles ? because you’re my queen ”
  • the entire avengers cast is invited
  • you ask robert downey jr to walk you down the isle bc he’s always been like a father to you and he gladly accepts with tears in his eyes but you’ll never tell anyone he cried
  • tom waits until the last minute to get a tux and so he runs around the whole city with his brothers trying to find one without getting fitted bc that takes months and he’s got 2 weeks.
  • you guys both prepare your vows and it’s super sweet but you warn tom about the spider-man references and limit him to 5
  • “but babe! you can’t limit me i’m spider-mAN”
  • he tried to get you to agree to this cake topper
  • he debated wearing the suit under his tux, but after lots of convincing, he decided to just carry the mask in his pocket
Road Trip with Monsta X

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Shownu -

  • Switches between him and Wonho in terms of driving
  • Mostly silent, but tries to initiate conversation with random topics
    • Makes a lot of the members go, “What?” And then laugh with Shownu
  • Asks the other members if they need to eat
  • Rather have all the other members eat the food they brought along the way instead of him eating
    • Feels grateful when Wonho or Minhyuk asks him if he wants his coffee
    • Even better when he gets to rest or strecth for a bit
  • Luckily, Wonho asks to switch at the right time when he’s about to fall asleep
    • Falls asleep on your shoulder in the backseat
    • Puts his earbud in your ear as the two of you listen to the soft music during your roadtrip
  • Likes to play simple games to pass the time

Wonho - 

  • Quite focused on the road; low-key cursing out the other members who are too loud
    • But he can’t help but laugh when someone decides to be stupid
    • Like those window wiping sounds
    • Lord help them all
  • Has you sitting in the passenger seat beside him, because he’s a bit lonely
    • Also, you’re the most sane person (or so he thinks) he can talk to
    • Is it also the reason because he likes you?
  • Likes to talk, like long conversations, when he’s driving
  • When he’s not, he’s playing games on his phone or hand games with I.M and Minhyuk
    • Pouts when he loses
  • Silently eats most of the pre-packed food Kihyun made
    • Yet no one figures it out it was him who ate most of it
    • Suggests for ramyeon at every rest stop
    • “NO.”
  • First one to get out when you arrive
    • Oh and he would document the trip along the way; pictures of animals in the countryside, and road signs

Minhyuk - 

  • Too lazy to drive; sometimes keeps to himself when he’s tired so he listens to music
    • Surprisingly (kind of), according to Wonho, he thinks Minhyuk, Kihyun, and Shownu will have a sudden change when they’re driving
  • Loudest kid when he finds something out of the ordinary along the way
    • “Why does that sign have a–” “MINHYUK NO.”
    • Almost plasters his face against the window as the car passes by it
  • Turns the atmosphere into Right Now again
    • Bobbing his head back and forth as he sings Rhythm Ta… AGAIN
  • Buys the silliest souvenirs at gift shops
    • Sometimes forgets where he’s at or where he’s going
    • Plays with those American coin machines where they turn pennies into flat football-shaped coins
  • Sings to his own music 
    • Doesn’t mind sharing it with you, though
  • Winks at you every time your eyes land on his
    • Holds your hand throughout the trip, even when he’s sleeping

Kihyun - 

  • Making sure everyone eats; knows all the rest stops wherever they go
    • Ain’t going back when one of them didn’t go and suddenly they need to
    • “We left ten minutes ago, hold it in.” “How far are we then?” “Two hours.” “I’m going to be dead by the time we get there.” 
  • Quite organized and has the trip planned
    • Until he forgets the skin products for the night
    • Oh jeez
  • Sings English songs along the way
    • Almost rips his vocal chords, too
    • It’s Wildflower, everyone
    • Jooheon tried, too
  • Worries for Shownu and Wonho when it begins to rain
    • Offers to drive
  • Cuddling with you in the backseat
    • Takes pictures of the two of you 
    • When you’re sleeping because he thinks it’s cute
  • Sings loudly when everyone wakes up

Hyungwon - 

  • Sleeps the moment he gets into the car
    • But he ends up having to get gas
    • And passes it too if you know what I mean *wink *wink
    • Silently freaks out when the pin starts going to the ‘E’
    • But if he’s driving, he’ll act like he can go for another twenty minutes
  • According to the other members, he can get pretty loud
    • Watch out for him and Minhyuk
  • Makes hilarious remarks or sarcastic comments when someone doesn’t know directions or questions where they’re going exactly
  • Looks like a boy who came out of a manga/manhwa when he sits next to the window
    • Starts a V Live for the heck of it
  • Likes to pat your head or draw on the iPad with you
    • Makes some “artistic” drawings of the other members
  • Cheering super loudly the moment they arrive or just waking up in the car, noticing that all the members left the van and just left him there

Jooheon - 

  • Likes looking out of the window, pointing at little sights here and there
    • Sticks his head out of the sunroof and notices the other cars behind him
    • Goes back in
  • Falls asleep with his eyemask for half the ride
    • Misses the rest stop
  • When he’s awake, he’s filming the other members sleeping
    • Well, except for Wonho
  • Drinks six bottles of water the whole trip– apparently he didn’t realize his predicament in the first fifteen minutes of the trip
  • Takes several selfies with you
    • One too many 
    • You can stop now, Joohoney
  • Piggybacks on you as you get out of the car
    • Please don’t die

I.M - 

  • Makes funny comments and jams out to the radio
    • Wears his shades and dabs uncontrollably
    • But usually just stares out the window
  • Does a lot of deep thinking than someone might imagine
    • Just to reflect on his career while the images of nature fly by
    • That kinda sounded poetic
  • Likes to scare you as you’re about to fall asleep
  • Buys like five bags of convenience store food for the rest of the trips
    • Including canned coffee, pretzels, the like
  • Low-key complains about how long the trip is taking
    • Checks his watch occasionally
    • Hoping that they won’t arrive late for their hotel
  • Likes to poke your cheeks and show you pictures throughout the trip

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Silver Storm (5/?)

Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you,  and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *

It’s kind of a slow chapter guys, but itll step up for the next ones!

Pairing: none so far, but Bucky x reader (eventually) , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, torture, violence, sadness slight smut , little fluff

 - I wasn’t aware there was already a superhero with this name, so my character is in no way connected to  Marvels Silver Storm! *

                                                     Chapter 5

  It’s been a couple days since your almost kiss with Bucky. Since then, you’ve noticed more details in your interactions with him. Like that he always seems to be touching you, whether it’s holding your hand, moving your hair out of your face, or even sitting right next to you so you have your shoulders touching. It was always something. You haven’t had any memories appear, but the one of you both saying I love you replays in your mind constantly. You never told him what memory hit you in the shower; you managed to avoid answering when he asks. The only person you trusted with that knowledge is Wanda. You’ve grown extremely close with her, confiding in her and finding comfort in her presence. When you aren’t cuddling up to Bucky you’re usually in a similar position with Wanda. The other members of the team were just as nice but you weren’t as drawn to them as you were to Wanda. You don’t quite understand it, but you don’t care. Tony was starting to ease up on you, but he wasn’t as welcoming as the others still.

   As you lay on the couch, slightly snuggling with Wanda, the all too familiar ache in your head sets in. You cry out, resulting in Wanda pulling you closer into her.

You were in a fancy hotel room. Winter was sitting on the edge of the giant bed. He watched as you slid off the beautiful dress off your body.

“It’s sad that I look forward to undercover missions,” you sighed. He didn’t reply, just kept his eyes on you as you laid the dress over a chair. You were left in a lingerie set as you walked around the room. You were always chosen for undercover operations, what with Winter’s arm being a dead giveaway for him, but your handlers always sent him with you to keep an eye on you. You removed the lingerie, exchanging it for a plain black t-shirt Hydra supplied in your mission bag. You and Winter both laid in the bed, sleep apparently not coming to either of that night. You listened to his breathing, noting he was also awake.

“Winter, what’s wrong?” you asked.

“Your mission…tell me about it.”  What? He knows what the mission was. Why is he asking this?

“I was sent to retrieve information on the senator’s hard drive, you know that. What-”

“What happened during the mission, Silver.“ Oh.

"I had to seduce him to get to the computer. I was told to do whatever it takes, same rules as other missions, my love.”

“I saw all of it.”

You rolled yourself over to him, straddling his lap. “Солнечный свет, it isn’t uncommon, you’ve seen me have to do that before. It didn’t go further that just riling him up.”

“Do you know what is was like? Watching you all over him? It made me si-”

“Jealous?” you teased as you ground yourself down on his hardening cock. He flipped you both, then smashed his lips to yours in a heated, desperate kiss. You allowed him dominance, letting him lead the kiss as his tongue tangled with yours. You moaned as his hands freely roamed your body, ending up at the waistband of your panties. You had never gotten this far before, the cell not really providing as much privacy as you have with him right now.

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His hand slid under the band and you felt his fingers brush against your damp folds. An obscene moans left your lips as you arched your back into him. His lips landed on your neck now, leaving sloppy kisses until he got to the collar of your shirt. You pushed the shirt off your body, giving him full access. As he sucked on your nipples, you couldn’t help but beg.

“Winter, please,” you whimpered, clawing at his back. He locked eye contact with you as his tongue swirled over your hardened nipple.

You look past Winter and see a girl, her name escaping you at the time. But she keeps repeating a name at you.

"Y/n, you need to pull yourself out of this memory, it will only cause you pain,” she says.

Confusion floods your system as you watch your surrounding fade away. Winter begins to fade also, a cry leaving your lips as he does.

 You open your eyes, finding two sets looking back at you. Wanda is cradling your face in her hands as Bucky looks towards you with concern.

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“How did you get in there?” you ask, trying to shake the flood of  emotions from the memory off.

“You started crying… I thought you were in pain. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it’d be-”

“What was it?” Bucky asks. You shoot Wanda a pleading look, silently asking to keep it between you.

“Just a childhood memory,” she quickly lies, helping you off the couch. “Come on, let’s try making a cake.” She drags you into the kitchen, the entire time questioning you about why you won’t tell him what you’re remembering. You wave her off, telling her you don’t want to make him feel like he has to be a certain way with you. You get her to drop the subject and switch it to baking.

  That night, as you crawl into bed with Bucky you feel the sense of deja vu. The memory from earlier replaying in your mind.

“You haven’t told me about your last two memories… Is something wrong? I don’t want to pressure-”

“Bucky, I just - they were of you. You aren’t pressuring me, it’s just… I don’t want to freak you out with them,” you quietly say.

“Doll, you can tell me anything. Trust me, I think it’ll take more than a couple memories to freak me out.” You sigh, turning so your back is to him now. Might as well.

“Both memories were intimate moments of us.”

He stays silent, waiting for you to continue. When you don’t, he scoots himself so he’s spooning you. His arm slides around your waist, pulling you flush against him. What is he doing?

“Глупая девчонка (Silly girl), there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re forgetting I have the same memories.” His words hit you hard. How did I not think of that? His hand slides under your shirt and he begins running his hand up your bare thigh to rest on your stomach.

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“Everything is different now… we are different now. You’ve made an entirely new life for yourself. A life I still know nothing about actually,” you confess, tears sliding down your cheeks. “I just - I reappeared out of nowhere, disrupting it. I don’t want to shake it up even more than I have.”  I really don’t know anything about him now, just little things I’ve picked up over the time being here.  But what does he do when he isn’t here or on missions? Does he have other friends? You know he will deny that you’re shaking anything up, but you know how much your presence has changed his world already. He hasn’t gone on a mission since he brought you back. His friends (no matter how welcoming they are) are still adjusting to having another Hydra creation in their home. You can’t help but feel like a burden.

You feel his grip tighten around you. “You are not disrupting anything. You being here- I just- now that you’re here, I can’t let you go again. It’s hard finding someone that’s been through the torture of Hydra. It’s nice having you here. It’s comforting knowing that I’m not alone,” he admits.

You turn yourself in his arms, your nose nudging his from the closeness. “Bucky-”

You’re silenced by his lips on yours, slowly moving with yours. You pull away quickly, despite your body begging you to stay in that spot.

“I don’t want you feel like you have feel this-” He cut you off again, with a harder kiss this time. You don’t pull away, instead pushing him to his back rolling on top of him. His hands land on your hips as the kiss turns slightly more heated. Your hips roll against his, pulling a half groan/half moan from him. You remove your lips from his, trying to catch your breath.

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“I don’t feel like I have to do anything. It took everything in me not to pull you to me and kiss the hell out of you when I saw you on that rooftop. I remember everything, every intimate moment we had,”  his voice is raspy, his hands still holding your hips to him.

  "Everything?“ you ask, resting your hands on his chest.

"Everything, doll. I love-”

He’s cut off by the sound of his door sliding open. Standing in his doorway is a beautiful woman, straight brown hair just hitting below her shoulders and dazzling hazel eyes, staring at the both of you. You can see by the expression on her face that she is just as surprised as you.

“Oh, James, I didn’t mean to-” James? Why is she calling him that? You move off of Bucky, a blush blooming across your cheeks.

“Katie what are you doing here?” he asks, his voice emotionless. Who the hell is she?

“What are you talking about? I always come after a mission so we can….talk,” she says, but you know by the way she pauses at the end that they don’t just ‘talk’. I’m such an idiot. Of course he has someone. You pull on a pair of pants from the shopping bags,  avoiding the eyes of the other two in the room.You bolt to the door, and as you pass Katie you look over your shoulder at Bucky.

“Y/n, you don’t have to-” you don’t let him finish.

“But I do, I wasn’t aware I was disrupting previous plans. I’m sorry, miss.” You make your way out, passing Steve before you get to the elevator.

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“Y/n, it’s not what it looks like-” he begins, but as you step in the elevator you stop him.

“He’s a big boy, Steve. He can do what he wants and doesn’t need anyone to defend him anymore.”  The doors begin to close, and Bucky comes sprinting your way.

“Y/n, wait!” A tear rolls down your face as the doors shut right before he gets to you.

How could I be so naïve?

 Your thoughts are spiraling in your head. You’re not hurt just because of the idea of Katie, you’re upset because you really don’t know who Bucky Barnes is. You knew the Winter Soldier, but he no longer exists. Realization hits you: Everything I knew… Winter, myself, how people function, how the world works… isn’t the same as it was just two weeks ago for me. Life is different now and you have to adapt to how things work in the real world, not the falsified world Hydra surrounded you with. One thing really hits you particularly hard though. The man I loved didn’t exist outside the walls of that cell.

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“Stop right there… you can’t just leave when you just… me too jagi… I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a long time now…”


*Can’t even say a world* “Is this… really happening.. my girl just… it’s not a dream right? This is real… we… I… love…”


*Completely forgets you were even fighting* “Jagi.. I love you too.. I’ve always loved you… I knew since the moment I saw you… come here let me kiss you”


*Graphical description of what happens after that*


*Happy puppy in three.. two… one…. you can even see his tail beginning to wag* “My girl… don’t even doubt for a second that I don’t love you back… because I do.. I love you so much”


*Was definitely not expecting it… baby is moved to tears* “Jagi you are making me cry out of happiness… can we stop fighting and just… love each other…? I hate fighting with my girl… I love you”


“I think this is the right time for me to shut up and just kiss you…”


“I’m an idiot aren’t I? Here I was fighting with you and you just… you are the sweetest of them all and I’m the worst boyfriend… baobei I love you too… I’m sorry”


*Goes from upset Chen Chen to a smol ball of fur Chen Chen in three seconds* “She loves me! She actually loves me! I love her too… oh my god!”


*It’s the best day of his whole life* “Jagi… you are so precious… I.. I love you.. too…my jagi…”


“Say it again…” *Giggling* “Please say it again… I need to hear it again… it sounds so.. perfect”


*Can’t even hide how happy that just made him* “Did you just… my girl… I love you too..”

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Secrets || Hogwarts AU! || 01

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader // BTS x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 3.3k 

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Torture, Slight Smut, SLOW UPDATES! UNEDITED!

Description: As the newcomer of Hogwarts the school of witchcraft and wizardry, you are immediately sorted into a house and given an escort to show you around the school, and attempt to make new friends.

A/N: I read a really good Jimin Hogwarts AU one shot and this really got me inspired! @dest-writes thank you for your amazing Jimin x reader Hogwarts AU! - Lonely Hearts Club! <3 

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Your body trembled visibly, as you stood before the giant eagle statue which was the entrance Professor McGonagall’s office. After Dumbledore’s death over 20 years ago, McGonagall had taken over and become the new headmaster of Hogwarts. Over the years, many former students who fought in the Battle of Hogwarts, have come back and become teachers at the school. You, on the other hand, were a new student. You originally went to Beauxbatons Academy, until your parents made you move. They believed that Beauxbatons Academy focused on beauty rather than education. So they suggested Hogwarts, as it was one of the best known wizarding schools for education. 

“Sherbet Lemon,” Professor Longbottom’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked at the man questionably. “The ‘password’ was Dumbledore’s, Professor McGonagall wanted to keep it, for the memories,” he explained, his tone of voice changed, to a saddened one.

“Sorry, I hadn’t realised,” you muttered in reply, fidgeting on the spot.

“It’s quite alright Miss (L/N). Now let us head up, shall we? We don’t want to meet Professor McGonagall waiting,” Longbottom smiled as he guided you up to the office. “Please go in, she’s expecting you,” and with that, Professor Longbottom turned around and left.

Quietly you opened the door and stuck your head out from behind it. Your eyes widened in awe as you stared at the marvellous house sized office. At each side of the room, stood two large staircases, leading up to a globe of some sort. and in the middle of the staircases stood a desk, where Professor McGonagall sat, staring at you from above her glasses. Quickly she adjusted them further up the bridge of her nose and stood up, her long green robe dragging behind her on the floor.

“Good Evening, Miss (L/N). To be honest, I was expecting you sooner,” she spoke in a stern tone, clearly disappointed at your late arrival.

“I’m sorry Professor McGonagall, I had a little trouble with my parents before I arrived,” you replied quietly, rethinking over your argument with your parents before you left.

“Hmm, alright but please do arrive earlier, I began to worry when you hadn’t arrived. I feared something wrong had happened on your journey,” she sighed in frustration. You nodded, understanding where she was coming from.

“So, uhm? If you don’t mind me asking, why am I here?” you questioned.

“Ah yes of course! We need to get you sorted into your house,” Professor McGonagall replied, more cheerfully than she was seconds ago. When you didn’t reply she continued. “Hogwarts has 4 houses. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin. Each house has different traits, and the sorting hat will put you into the one he sees you fit best,” she continued after a short moment. “Hufflepuff represents the hard work, dedication, patience, loyalty, and fair play in a person. They are kind and try hard to find a way to make others happy.”

Your eyes widened when Professor McGonagall spoke. The way she talked was inspiring, confident and intelligently. She knew what she was doing and she definitely wasn’t afraid to speak her mind.

“Ravenclaw values intelligence, knowledge, and wit. They represent how power isn’t always found through brute strength, but can rather be found through the mind. They are hard working and strive for improvement. Ravenclaws don’t believe in failure and will continuously work hard to get where they want in life.”

“So basically-” you were immediately cut off when McGonagall put her hand up to shush you.

“Gryffindor represents the bravery, daring, nerve, and chivalry in a person. Gryffindors prefer to take the lead, as they are normally relied on during tense situations. Just like Ravenclaws they also work hard, but they work hard to protect people they care about and aren’t afraid to start a fight if someone is in trouble.” McGonagall took a quick sip of her water that was on her desk.  

“And finally Slytherin. They value ambition, cunning and resourcefulness. Most Slytherin’s have a bad habit of pulling pranks on the other students in the houses, but please do not assume that about all Slytherin’s some are very caring towards, and I sometimes question the sorting hats choices, but obviously, deep down, they are cunning and filled with ambition. Now any questions before we begin?” Instantly you shook your head. “Good now, excuse me a moment. “

Your eyes widened in awe as Professor McGonagall’s body began to shrink and she formed into a black cat, her amber eyes piercing into yours. Quickly she turned around and hopped up into the desk. She then jumped up onto a bookshelf and continued to hop further up until she stood at the very top of the bookcase. Carefully she grabbed a wizard’s hat between her teeth and leapt down from the shelf. Turning back into her original form, she coughed slightly.

“I forget how dusty this hat gets over time,” her face was scrunched up, disgusted at the fact she had dust in her mouth. After a moment she cleared her throat and looked back over to you. “Please take a seat and we shall begin.”

Nervously you sat down in a seat opposite her and she gently placed the hat upon your head. 

“Ah! Another new student I see!?” the hat spoke loudly, frightening you. “My apologies dear, now let’s get you sorted! Hmm, I sense bravery, but also kindness. Hidden in there somewhere is also intelligence and cunning. It appears you have a bit of everything, but we can only put you in one house,” after a short moment the sorting hat spoke again. “I have decided. Ravenclaw!” he yelled dramatically.

A small smile spread across your face at his words. From the moment Professor McGonagall had told you about each house, you instantly took a liking to Ravenclaw. You definitely worked hard and was intelligent, so you were glad to be placed in Ravenclaw.

“Now, I shall go get Namjoon and he will give you a tour around Hogwarts. Because it’s after dinner, the first, second and third years should be in their dorms so there won’t be that many students going about,” McGonagall spoke quickly as he headed out of the office.

Moments later she had returned, but this time she wasn’t alone. A tall blonde boy stood behind her, wearing Ravenclaw robes, his big brown eyes look right back at you.

“Namjoon, this is (Y/N), (Y/N), Namjoon. I want you to take good care of her, and make her feel welcomed alright? I don’t want her coming back complaining about how much of an annoyance you’ve been,” McGonagall joked. Namjoon laughed lightly in reply and beckoned you to follow him. You quickened your pace to catch up with Namjoon and he made his way out of the office and onto the grand staircase that twisted and turned to different locations and floors.

“So (Y/N), we’ll head to the Ravenclaw common room first and let you get changed?” Namjoon suggested as he looked down at you. 

“Yeah, sure. I don’t mind,” you replied, unsure. 

“Don’t be so nervous. I’m sure you’ll like it here!” Namjoon beamed, his dimples visible as he smiled.

“Oh, it’s not that! I’m sure I’ll enjoy being here! It’s just I got into an argument with my parents before I left you see,” you muttered sadly, avoiding eye contact with the tall male.

“My apologies, I hadn’t realised,” Namjoon replied sympathetically. 

“Please don’t be sorry, it was a stupid argument over my education that’s all. I’m sure I’ll make my parents proud no matter what,” you smiled brightly at the tall male, who returned the gesture.

You both continued your way through the school until you reached the 5th floor on the grand staircase. As you went through the main door on the fifth floor, you almost immediately came face to face with a much larger door, with a plain design. The only thing making the door stand out (except its enormous size) was that of a bronze knocker shaped as an eagle. Namjoon made his way towards the door used the handle to knock on the door 3 times. Almost immediately the knocker came to life.

“Answer me this riddle!” it boomed, it’s loud voice echoing throughout the room. “Which came first? The Pheonix or the Flame?” the knocker questioned. Namjoon readjusted his robe and stood tall.

“A circle has no beginning,” he replied confidently. His smirk grew wider when they door opened wide revealing the spacious circular room inside. “Please follow me,” he instructed as he led you into the centre of the room. You turned on the spot, staring at the room in awe. The walls were painted a silvery colour, with blue furniture. The curtains also had a silver border around the outside, giving them extra detail.

“This is amazing!” you beamed as you looked back at Namjoon who smiled gently at you.

“Welcome to Ravenclaw Tower, or in other words, the Ravenclaw Common Room,” Namjoon spoke. “Now let me show you to your dorm, and then we can get you settled. As it’s only 7 pm, so my friends should still be up, I’ll introduce you to them,” Namjoon explained as he led you up to a small flight of stairs. “There’s your dorm,” he spoke as he pointed to the door on the right. Nodding you walked over to the door and opened it. Luckily for you, the dorm was empty so you didn’t need to worry about introductions with any of the other female students. 

The dorm was the same shape as the main room, and bunk beds were placed at the perimeter of the room, allowing the small gas fire in the middle to heat up the room. After finding robes, and spell books on one of the top bunks, you had come to the conclusion that was your bed. Not wanting to keep Namjoon waiting any longer, you quickly changed into your uniform and headed out of the door and down the stairs where Namjoon awaited you, sitting on one of the dark blue couch in front of the fireplace.

“Shall we go?” you questioned as you ran your hands down your robe, in an attempt to get rid of some of the creases. Namjoon nodded and guided you out of the common room.


The walk down the stairs and to the great hall was quiet, but not awkward. The silence was almost comfortable. Namjoon had explained that if there was anything you wanted to know, you just had to ask, so he didn’t speak like most tour guides did, as he explained it ends up annoying the tourist.

Upon arriving at the great hall, your jaw almost hit the floor at the size of the room. Four long table stretched out and went to almost the end of each side of the room. Laid on the tables, was left large amounts of leftover food from dinner. And a few students sat at tables chatting and laughing about their days. The group that caught most of your attention, however, was the largest group, which had a mixture of students from all four houses.

“Hey, guys!” Namjoon called as he made his way over to the group of friends. Each one of them replied with a loud or quiet hello before he stood behind two of the boys and wrapped his arms around their shoulders.

Cautiously you followed Namjoon and stood behind them. As one of the boys looked up his eyes widened in surprise and he instantly smiled.

“Who’s this?” he asked excitedly. Namjoon looked over at you and then back at the others.

“Guys, this is (Y/N), a new student of Hogwarts, originally went to Beauxbatons Academy,” Namjoon explained. You were about to speak up when he looked back at you. “It’s my ‘mission’ to know most things about newcomers, it’s helpful for my studying,” he explained.

“Ah right okay,” you smiled back awkwardly.

“Aw she’s so adorable!” a Hufflepuff squealed happily causing you to blush. “I’m Taehyung! But you can call me Tae!” he giggled uncontrollably. You laughed lightly in return.

“Nice to meet you Tae,” you replied.

“This is Jin and Jimin, they’re both Gryffindors. Jin has a bad habit of calling himself handsome, and Jimin’s just a cutie,” Taehyung explained. Jin leant back in his seat so he could see you more clearly, and blew you a kiss. Taken aback by the sudden gesture you blush deeply and rubbed the back of your neck. “You’re gonna have to get used to that by the way.”

“You’ve got Yoongi and Jungkook, who are both Slytherin’s. Yoongi can be rather cold hearted but if you get on his good side, he’ll be able to stand you. And Jungkook can be a right prankster, but he’s awfully shy around new people,” Namjoon carried on, as he pointed to each person.

“And finally Hosoek, he’s a Hufflepuff as well. He never seems to stop smiling, and except a lot of screaming and hugs. Same goes with Tae,” Namjoon finished as he sat down at the table. When he noticed you not sitting down he patted a seat next to him offering you to sit down. “Sadly we’re missing Choa and Hyuna, where are they anyway?”

“They had to do ‘girls stuff’ apparently we’re no fun,” Taehyung pouted childishly as he pretended to cry and clung onto Hoseok who did the same thing.

“I don’t think you’re no fun,” you smiled cheerfully at the 2 boys who were ‘crying’ moments ago. They now had huge smiled on the faces.

“Oh did you hear about the Christmas ball they are throwing for the 5th and 6th years? Originally they do it for all years, but since 5th and 6th years can’t go home for Christmas this year for exams, they’ve decided to throw a ball for us, as an apology for not letting us go home,” Jimin piped up with a smile.

“I really hate balls, they did one last year and it seriously didn’t go according to plan,” Yoongi growled in annoyance.

“You need to remember Yoongi, that was with every year, this time it’ll just be us 5th and 6th years,” Jin reassured the smaller male. Yoongi scoffed

“When is this ball anyway?” Yoongi snarled.

“I heard it was on Christmas day. The teachers allowed us to take a break from studying and have a little fun. They understand we’re under a lot of pressure at the moment and they want us to relax at some point,” Hoseok replied. The thought of a ball made you tense. Even though your mum was strict about your grades she still wanted you to be able to relax once in a while and have fun. You mother always went on about the balls that were held at Hogwarts and how magnificent they were. You panicked as you thought about the ball.

Should I even go? What if I don’t get a date? What if I embarrass myself? What if I don’t find the right dress? You had so many many questions rushing through your head you hadn’t realised you were being spoken too.

“(Y/N)? Are you going to the ball?” Jimin asked you again.

“Sorry I was lost in thought,” you replied awkwardly. “I don’t know if I’ll go. I mean, I just got here, and I’ll probably have a lot to catch up on, I don’t want to get bad grades,” you mumbled.

“You can’t not come! Seriously! Tae and I will help you find a dress any get everything sorted out for you! While you study!” Hoseok offered and you smiled.

“It’s fine. I’ve just never been to a ball before so-” you were instantly cut off.

“You’ve never been to a ball!” most of the boys yelled in unison, causing the other students in the great hall to turn and look your way.

“Okay listen here, you’re definitely going to this ball now. We are gonna get Hyuna and Choa to help you out once they come back from wherever they went,” Jin spoke dramatically.

“Okay, so what will we need. We’ll need to get you a dress, a date a-” you had cut Taehyung off from speaking.

“Guys seriously, I can be pretty independent you know. I was put in Ravenclaw for a reason. If you want me to go that badly, I’ll come. But just to let you know, I can’t dance for shit,” you muttered, embarrassed.

“That’s fine! Hosoek can teach you! He loves to dance and I think he’d be more than happy to help!” Namjoon smiled as he looked over at the older boy for consent. Hoseok nodded in reply and looked back at you. 

“That’s great, now we’ll work on that over the weekends, it doesn’t take long to learn the dances for the balls. They’re actually very simple,” Hoseok explained, trying to ease you tenseness. 

“Alright, I think about 2 pm would be the best time for me,” you said. “I’ll most likely be studying when I wake up, so I’ll need a break round about that time.”

“Good! Then it’s settled! I’ll come to your common room at 2 and then we’ll make our way to the room of requirement,” Hosoek beamed. Nodding in reply you raised your arms up and stretched. 

“Luckily tomorrow is Friday, and we’re on study leave, so we can start tomorrow, technically it’s not the weekend but still, it would be good to get started,” Hosoek suggested. 

“Alright. Anyway, I better get up to the dorm. I need to unpack and start studying I guess. Good night guys,” you yawned as you stood up. As soon as you left the boys all looked over at Jungkook, who’s eyes were on you.

“I think our Kookie has a crush,” Taehyung giggled cheerfully.

“W-what! No, I don’t!” Jungkook instantly denied his cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

“It’s alright Kookie. There’s nothing wrong with liking someone, but next time don’t stare at them like they’re a piece of meet,” Jin laughed loudly with the other boys.

“She is very beautiful though, and has a lovely personality,” Yoongi spoke up. The others stared at him in disbelief. “What? I think she’s a nice person okay? Plus I feel as if she’s the savage type,” Yoongi grinned. “She’s almost got as much swag as me.” Jimin groaned in annoyance as the others sighed 

“Hyung, there’s a time where you need to stop,” Namjoon spoke as he laid his head on the table. “I think I’ll be heading off to bed too, I’m really tired. Night guys.” With that, Namjoon left.

“Ugh Namjoon’s so lucky (Y/N)’s in his house!” Jimin whined.

“Why you got a thing for her too?” Taehyung teased.

“Don’t act like you don’t like her either, I saw the way you all looked at her. Especially you hyung,” Jimin pointed to Yoongi. “You actually took interest in what she said, and focuses all of your attention on her,” Jimin snapped.

“So what? She’s cute. You jealous you’ve got competition?” Yoongi taunted. Jimin huffed.

“We’ll see who she chooses, plus I’ll be asking her to the ball,” Jimin replied proudly.

“In your dreams idoit!” Hoseok growled lowly. “I’m teaching her how to dance, therefore I should be taking her!”

“No way! I was the one that suggested it! So I should take her!” Jin piped up angrily. 

“How about this? Whoever she dances with at the ball will be hers,” Taehyung spoke up.

“Guys! Stop it!” Jungkook groaned. The others glared at the maknae in annoyance. “Think of it like this okay? We’re fighting over a girl, we’ve barely known for like 30 minutes. She might not even think of us in that way! You can’t claim her, and she hasn’t even gotten a say in this! Think of her feelings as well!” Jungkook explained.

“Oh, Jungkook. Why are you not Ravenclaw! You’re definitely smart enough to be in that house. Kookie is right. We’re fighting over a stranger we barely know. Allow her to decide who she likes,” Hosoek spoke.

“Deal?” Jin asked. The others glanced at each other for a moment.

“Deal.” they all replied in unison. 

to be continued…

you are the best one of the best ones

This is kind of a mess but it’s been sitting in my drafts for over a week while I try to kick my writing habits back in gear, so here you go. CS pregnancy/daddy Killian tooth-rotting fluff, because we all know that’s the best kind.

Word count: 1,060 | spoilers for 7x02

He wakes to an empty bed and the sight of Emma standing in front of the mirror beside their closet, her shirt- his shirt- pulled up above her midsection as she examines her reflection.

“What exactly are you doin’ there, love?” he asks, voice thick with sleep as he rubs his eyes to get a better look at his wife.

“Trying to figure out if it’s starting to look like there’s actually a baby, or if I just ate too many cookies at Mom and Dad’s last night.” Although people they hadn’t yet shared their news with likely wouldn’t notice, there was indeed a subtle curve to her thin frame that wasn’t there a few weeks ago. 

She rubs her stomach with one hand and smiles at herself in the mirror. It makes Killian smile, too. When they had first began discussing the idea of trying for a baby, Emma confessed she was worried about how she might handle pregnancy a second time considering her circumstances when Henry was born. He’d tried to comfort her and reminded her that things were different now, and she would never be alone again as long as he had any say in the matter. While her fears still crept up from time to time, his efforts obviously paid off in one way or another- she had been beaming with excitement the day she came to find him at the station, clutching the plastic stick in her hand that would change their lives forever.

“I dunno, Swan. I think the little one is beginning to make their presence known.”

Emma hums in agreement as she readjusts her shirt and comes back to bed. He opens his arms to her when she lays down and she scoots over to curl up against his bare chest. “How are we this morning? Are you feeling alright?” He was surprised to see her up and acting like herself after the awful bout of morning sickness (which, he’d learned, was not at all reserved to mornings) she’d dealt with for the majority of her first trimester so far.

“I’m okay. I’m still nauseous but I haven’t actually been sick, and it feels like I have a bit of energy back for once.” The exhaustion had almost been harder for her to deal with than the morning sickness; there had been more than one instance when he’d found her asleep at her work desk before lunchtime. 

“I’m glad to hear it. The books say most of the sickness and fatigue changes after the first trimester; for your sake, I hope they’re accurate.” 

Since her first doctor’s appointment, Killian had made an effort to comb through every pregnancy book and website he could find. Of course, he knew some of the basic facts, but learning more about pregnancy and seeing it play out firsthand through his wife was a different story he never knew he’d be a part of. He was trying to learn as much as possible to make things go smoothly for her sake as she was already doing more than necessary.

“Me, too. And at this rate, your kid could be kicking the daylights out of me in no time.”

He can’t help but chuckle at the mental image. “Perhaps the wee lass wants us to be prepared for what’s to come.”

Emma rolls her eyes and swats at his chest with the back of her hand. “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: already as stubborn as their mom. And do I need to remind you yet again that we won’t know for at least another month if it’s even a girl?”

“Pirates intuition, love. Don’t question it.”

“I’m not doubting your intuition. I just don’t want to think you’ll be disappointed if we have a boy.”

Killian can sense by the hesitation in her voice this has been something she’s thought about since he’d absentmindedly been referring to the baby as “she” or “her.” “Emma, my wife is carrying my child. As long as you and the babe, whether it be a he or she, continue to be in good health, there’s nothing I could possibly be disappointed by.” He presses a kiss to the top of her head and rubs her small bump, hoping she believes him.

“I believe you,” she tells him, as if she knew what he was thinking. “You know hormones get the best of me and I still tend to forget things aren’t the way they were last time, even though you try so hard to help me remember that they’re different now.” She hasn’t said as much, but he knows this must be related to telling Henry goodbye just a few weeks ago. “I want to make sure our kid doesn’t have the same kind of childhood we did, y’know?”

“Aye. They won’t, Swan. Our child already has a home and two parents that love them, not to mention the rest of the family.”

“You’re right.” She pauses for a moment and then begins to laugh. “If it is a girl, can you imagine just how over protected she’ll be between you and my dad? I kind of feel sorry for her already.”

He laughs too, and Emma yelps as he rolls her onto her back and scoots down the bed until he’s at eye level with her midsection. “Apologies, but I’ll have nothing but the best for you, princess,” he says, more so to the bump than to Emma. “And no suitors until you’re thirty; I’m sure grandpa Dave will agree with me there.” He pulls up the hem of her shirt just enough so he can press his lips to her stomach while she runs her fingers through his hair. The idea of being a father has managed to change him so much in mere weeks; he can only imagine what it will be like when he’s finally able to hold in his arms what he and Emma have created together. “I love you so bloody much.” 

He feels a tug on his arm as Emma pulls him back up to her and kisses him softly. “We love you. You’re gonna be such a good dad, Killian. You already are.”

That’s a lot of faith she’s putting in him, and it’s not for the first time.

“I’m going to try my best, love. My absolute best.”