the more i look at this picture the more i wonder how the hell the guy took it

Among the Crowd (Soulmate AU)

Summary: Soulmates’ worlds go from black and white to colors when they are in the same room for the first time. Bucky is a famous actor in the middle of a convention, trying to find his soulmate, you.

Word Count: 2,232

A/N: This is a re-write of a Dean W. fic and I hope you all like it :D 

Originally posted by v-writings


Bucky took a swig of water, tightening the cap on the bottle before setting it to the side. His meet-and-greet was about to start. He could hear the bustling of the crowd right outside the door and took a deep breath. Alongside him was Clint, a co-star.

“You doing okay, buddy?” asked Clint, eyes concerned as he placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky smiled. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

After a few minutes, Nat Romanoff and Sam Wilson took their seats next to each other and the writer of the show, Bucky’s oldest friend, Steve Rogers, emerged from behind the black curtain that had been put up behind the actors.

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Wait, what?

(based on this) (look, there’s a part two)


Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”

It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.

They notice.

“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”

Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.

Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”

“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.

He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”

“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”

“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.

Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”

His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.

His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”

“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.

Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”

He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.



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Could you do a reaction request to *Got7* and BTS of their reaction to their best friend (girl) confessing there love for them?

I’m gonna just do Got7 and I’m also doing where they don’t accept and one where they do. ALSO!!! Sorry I haven’t posted in a while…I like making reactions but out of all of my blogs this one requires the most amount of time and it’s hard to set enough time aside to keep up..also sorry if this is shit…this is the only one I did tonight and it took me over an hour and it’s almost 4 a.m. where I am :/


Mark:

Feelings aren’t mutual-

The second the words “I love you” left your mouth his face would drop. I can picture him scratching the back of his neck and trying to avoid looking at you. He would apologize right away and say he didn’t feel the same. When he heard you sniffle and whisper “okay, sorry” he’d finally look up only to see you running out of the room. Mark would feel awful that he hurt you and would really hope that you could still remain friends.

Feelings are mutual-

Mark has had feelings for you for a while now so when you stood in front of him with the cutest blushing face and wearing his sweatshirt you borrowed the other day he could hardly contain his smile. The second he heard your quiet confession he just pulled you into a hug and kissed your forehead. “Ah you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say these words”.

Originally posted by ggot7

JB:

Feelings aren’t mutual-

Jaebum is not normally the gushy type. He is very straightforward and hates beating around the bush. He knows feelings may get hurt but he always cuts out the bullshit, but when it comes to you and your confession he can’t help but feel his heart break. He loves you so, so much but he can’t bring himself to love you in the way that you want him to. After he gently rejects you he spends the next hour or so wondering what the hell he was going to do to save your friendship.

Feelings are mutual-

“I love you” is what he hears echoing through his head after you confess to him. He stares at you for a good 3 minutes wondering if what he heard is correct. You start to get nervous because he hasn’t said anything and he watches as you mumble an apology and walk out and then he realizes that in order to say yes to the girl you like you should probably communicate it somehow. He’d run after you and straight up kiss you so that you knew for sure that he truly does feel the same. 

Originally posted by saranghaeyojw

Jackson:

Feelings aren’t mutual-

Jackson would mistake your confession as a joke because it isn’t uncommon to make jokes about things like that. He’d respond with a laugh and say something along the lines of “Yeah, sure we can start dating; when pigs fly” and he’d continue to laugh so hard that he’d miss the tears streaming down your face. When he noticed that you weren’t laughing his face would drop, “y/n…y-you weren’t kidding?” He’d try to walk towards you only to stop when he saw you put your hands up and shake your head no. He couldn’t help but tear up when you walked out knowing that he couldn’t give you what you wanted and knowing that meant your friendship was probably over.

Feelings are mutual-

To be honest Jackson probably has already confessed indirectly and you already acted like a couple so when you confessed he’d be like “I kind of thought we were already together?” Really the confession just made everyone else breathe a sigh of relief because they don’t have to step around the “title” of what you guys are. 

Originally posted by jack777

Jinyoung:

Feelings aren’t mutual-

Jinyoung would be able to sense that you were about to confess and before you could say anything he would make a point to stress how much your friendship means to him. “I don’t know what I’d do without you…your friendship means so much to me.” He could see your dejected face and felt a pang of sadness but couldn’t force himself to have feelings for you because that’s not fair to him or you.

Feelings are mutual-

Jinyoung would do that one smile, where his eyes crinkle, when he heard your confession. He would be similar to Mark in the sense that he has waited so long to hear you say those words. I think he would like you even more because you actually had the guts to confess when he couldn’t even tell you that you were pretty without tripping over his own words. 

Originally posted by jypnior

Youngjae:

Feelings aren’t mutual-

When you confessed he didn’t quite understand what you meant since you beat around the bush. He got confused but the further you explained the more he understood and the more his heart sank. He doesn’t want to hurt you because your are his closest friend but he can’t pretend to have feelings that aren’t there. He turns you down and when he does it seems to hurt him much more than it hurts you because he knows he’s losing you and he can’t do anything about it.

Feelings are mutual-

Youngjae would be so red in the face when he heard you confess and he would giggle. Imagine him shuffling his feet and looking at the ground and mumbling a “let’s go out on a date…if you wanna” and then getting even redder when you say yes.

Originally posted by holyfuckmark

Bambam:

Feelings aren’t mutual:

Bambam would simply say that he didn’t feel the same. He would come off as indifferent and sort of detached but he wouldn’t mean to be like this. After you walked out he realized how cold he was and it made me fear for the future of your friendship because not only did he turn you down but he did it in a way that even he saw as unforgivable. 

Feelings are mutual-

He is so extra that the second you confessed he dabbed and ran out to tell everyone; and by everyone I mean EVERYONE: Got7 members, Twice members, and JYP. In all the madness he’d forget to say yes but you could tell by the way he screamed “SHE LIKES ME; SHE REALLY LIKES ME!”

Originally posted by gyeomjjang

Yugyeom:

Feelings aren’t mutual:

When Yugyeom turned you down neither of you could tell who cried more. He was so scared that he’d lose you. With time and separation you guys would meet up again and discuss the future of your friendship and there would be more tears but in the end your friendship meant to much to the both of you end it there. 

Feelings are mutual:

You made the mistake of telling Bambam about your feelings because he threatened to tell Yugyeom that you didn’t wash your left hand for an entire week after he gave you a high-five (false rumor btw). So in the end you told Yugyeom about your feelings and thank god you did because if you didn’t he would have to because Bambam threatened to tell you that Yugyeom didn’t shower for a week after you shared a, in Bambam’s words, “a spicy, yet romantic hug.” 

Originally posted by ofsunandstars

No decency II pt.2

Jungkook x reader

genre: smut, fluff, stepbrother!jungkook

word count: 10k


The next week Jungkook’s attitude made a turn, letting you relax around him until a night escalated and you got to see a side of him you never thought he would reveal to you.

Originally posted by kookieinfirestae

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A/N: I got this template from chantenyongs and I could not find the original creator to give proper credit to.

A = Aftercare

After your wild ride he’ll retreat to his soft and caring side from being the literal beast with you just two minutes ago. He’ll pull you into his arms while still trying to catch his breath and brush his fingers through your hair and placing kisses on your forehead. Damn you’re lucky and so is he yikes.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your boobs as rude as it sounds, he seriously means it both sexually and innocently. Meaning if there’s gonna be some bed creaking then he’ll immediately place hickies on your chest and have them trail up to your jaw, but if you guys are just watching a movie and cuddling your breasts become his pillow and he won’t even ask he’ll just do it. And of course his favorite tool of his own is his tongue because he sends you to Hong Kong with his tongue technology.

C = Cum

Suga would really love it if he came in your mouth and some of it dripped down your chin so you had to lick it to clean your mess up. Even better if you went back for more.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He has secret recordings of you masturbating when you thought he wasn’t home. It all started when he texted you a little white lie about being home after midnight when he was at your doorstep at 11:45. You thought you had some time and began to pleasure yourself so when Yoongi went to your bedroom to surprise you he saw what you were doing through the crack of your door. He took about a three minute long video before the hard on in his pants was becoming too much to handle and he burst into your room and boy was that night fun.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He definitely knows what he’s doing, as one of the older members I can bet my college tuition that he’s had a few one night stands in his life and went through trial and error to master the techniques he’s learned. Maybe as a gag gift he bought himself a sex position book he looks through when he wants to do something new with you.

F = Favorite position

This has probably been established in a smut I read not to long ago but Yoongi would not only change positions up every so often but nearly every time you guys have sex he has to do the 69 position at least once before you guys are tapped out for the evening.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Yoongi doesn’t joke around much in real life, the occasional chuckle when you’re being cute or the lovely smile he shines only at you and music being his norm. Sex would be no different. No puns or stupid dad jokes Jin taught you are to be used when the clothes are removed.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)

He’s so chill about the little things that he doesn’t even pay attention to it so if his hair bothers you you’ll have to talk to him about it at some point. He might consider shaving if it really is a problem for you.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s not really a romantic type of guy unless you two had a fight one day and were on the verge of breaking up. Make up sex would be hella cute, he’d take his time to make sure you reach maximum pleasure and would remember to praise you every other second. On normal days it’s just rough animal sex because two hot people plus raging hormones equals so much lust for the two of you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

Why can’t he? If you aren’t around to do it for him he’ll take matters into his own hands and use those secret videos I mentioned earlier to help him along the way.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Having sex during work hours or in the studio while he’s working. This is something he won’t necessarily do but he loves it when you know just when he’s had too much going on and you walk in on him testing out lyrics with new beats for some much needed stress relief. When you guys are done he’ll quickly pack up his things and call it a night for working, leaving the rest of the dark hours for you being all to himself.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

^^^^The studio^^^^

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Obviously it’s you that turn him on but if you’re being adorable or if he thinks of you acting cute he won’t get hard. Yet when his thoughts wonder and picture you showering, naked, etc. he’ll get a boner real quick and he’s all cocky as hell and like¯\_(ツ)_/¯ “Guess I gotta get some, come here babe!”

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Despite his love for music he wouldn’t bring any into the bedroom. 1) It might distract him 2) He’ll get off topic and start thinking about a new beat he thought of while listening to the song

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

69 position, remember? That way you’re both getting tongued down tonight.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s ROUGH. Like he’ll growl by accident when he sees how you’re reacting to his current speed, being a moaning mess for him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Sex with him might be quick as it is because of how fast he goes but since one round is never enough he’ll take quickies very slowly to make it last so that way one round is better than wanting more but not having time to.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He wouldn’t like having sex knowing people can walk in i.e a public place where children or elderly may be nearby but sex in studio and in the BTS dorm is good for him. If people walk in at least they know you’re his and that they should knock next time. As for experimentation he might slowly introduce new things to know, making sure they aren’t too much for you to handle.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s an animal so he won’t stop until he’s near the point of exhaustion, that would also depend on the kind of day he had. If that particular day was full of dance rehearsal then like three rounds, but if he had a semi easy day at work expect you guys to go at it for the whole damn night. He might even call in sick the next day to spend time with you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s got the generic stuff, as well as some other hard core things he hasn’t shown you yet. So far you’ve had vibrators, robe, and gags used on you. Not yet has he brought in his whips, chokers, etc.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He wants to get down to business so he’ll only tease if you’ve misbehaved if you know what I mean.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Dogs bark and the whole town gets woken up because of Yoongi’s growls mixing in with your groans. Seriously you guys are so loud and yeah it does make you embarrassed but Yoongi’s highly proud of himself.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Yoongi is crazy for breasts fucking. No matter how big or small your chest is he just loves having his cock in between your breasts and even slapping it against them when he has already came just to see the little strings of his cum stick to him. He’s a kinky mother fucker.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

UUUMMMMMMMM DOES BS&T LIVE PERFORMANCE IN PINK SILK PAJAMAS RING A BELL YOU’RE LUCKY I COULDN’T FIND A GIF AT THIS MOMENT BECAUSE HONEYYY

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

What’s the distance between the Sun and Pluto (THE FUCKING PLANET BTW YES PLUTO IS A PLANET SQUARE ROOT MOTHER FUCKER) again? I’m pretty sure it’s like half of Yoongi’s sex drive.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He sleeps a lot but he feels bad if he just leaves you hanging so he tries to stay up for some pillow talk but ends up passing out in the middle of one of your stories.

~Blake

That Was Not Acting - Cody Christian imagine

Summary: Y/n is an actress, she stars as Theo’s beta on Teen Wolf and has been for the past 1 ½ years. Her character Rebecca is required to have a steamy make out session with Theo leading into other things. No one knows that both Y/n and Cody are actually in a serious relationship until now.

Warning: Steamy make out sesh,kinda fluff and suggested smut.

A/N: gif credit to their respected owners ps ignore the fact i used Scallison as a gif it was the closest to my imagination XD

Originally posted by asplittingoffrerard

MASTERLIST


The day started like any other I arrived on set at a quarter to 8 as I always did, as usual Shelley and Tyler were on set first. I parked my car,grabbed my phone and bag then made my way out locked the car and went on with my way.

“Hey Y/n,on time as usual” Tyler greeted “that’s my girl” Shelley embraced me sweetly “So whatcha wanna do till showtime?” I asked “I dunno how bout pull a prank?” Tyler smirked wickedly “yes totally” Shelley moved her hands like a wicked scientist “but who?” I wondered “well we’ve done Dylan,Sprayberry,Ryan,Victoria-” Tyler began but Shelley cut him off “Khylin,Michael, Ian,J.R,Melissa,Holland,Each other” I pondered “Cody..we haven’t done Cody” I smiled nervously “that’s so true” Tyler exclaimed “let’s get a move on it he gets here by before 9″ Shelley expressed.

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A Letter from You

AN: @whitechocolateperfection Thanks Emily for requesting and advising as always :) and @teen-mendes you know why 


Originally posted by anthony-samaniego

It’s laying under the flower pot at your front doorstep. There’s a small rock set on the opposite corner, like the pot isn’t heavy enough to keep it down.

Leaning over, you take it from its hiding space, realizing it’s a letter. Your name is written across the white in black ink. The handwriting is familiar. Something you’ve seen in journals and lyrics written quickly on newspaper or paper towels when his phone was too far away. You found parchment in your purse from the small train you took in Amsterdam. The song turned into roses. Who knew one lyrical line would’ve turned into your favorite song.

When the door is unlocked and your bag and keys are on the hook, you take a seat by the window. Your cat is curled up at your feet, stirring in her sleep.

The envelope is sealed, but you don’t go to open it as quickly as you should. The lip feels heavy, straining your shoulders. The breakup is still fresh, too fresh to read his letter. Maybe he wants to get back together.. maybe he’s about to show up with a bouquet of tulips and a single white rose- the only way you’ll accept flowers. Maybe it’s actually from Aaliyah, or an old friend from college. It was your birthday just last month. It could be a forgotten gift and the writer was too embarrassed to give it to you, face to face.

“What am I waiting for?” You ask yourself, knowing the longer you wait the worse the pain in your chest will feel. The words he spoke will never leave. They’re tattooed in your mind..anyone else would’ve found it beautiful, poetic. For you? It was tragic.

‘Y/N,

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heartbeat | part one

part one // part two // part three

Originally posted by yoo-ngie

[Yoongi x Reader | Jungkook x Reader]

Genre: Angst, Fluff for now

Words: 5221

—> The exact moment you experienced heartbreak with Min Yoongi would be a moment you’d remember forever.

A/N: AHHHH. I desperately wanted this to just be one entire fic, but ended up breaking it into two parts because I haven’t posted a fic in like… months lmao. I felt like a fraud for calling myself a writer, but not posting shit. So yeah, idek what this is but I hope you all enjoy it! xoxo


The exact moment you fell in love with Min Yoongi would be a moment you’d remember forever.

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Costume Party - Jason Todd x Reader

Another one of those short story (at least shorter than I usually write) cause I don’t have much time before work, but still wanted to write something. Hope you’ll like it, especially you @demigodslytherin (I’ll wrote one with this prompt for Draco or Sirius another time ^^) : 

Tiny bit NSFW. 

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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You weren’t fond of parties, and neither was Jason…So it’s a wonder really, how you two ended up here, at one of the biggest costume party of the year. 

Drunk out of your mind. 

You don’t even agree as to how things actually happened. 

You believe that you got dragged to this party by Dick and Barbara, and he thinks you actually came here on your own will after Bruce said he had invitations to it, but had absolutely no intentions on going because it was full of “the youth of Gotham” and he was getting tired of those “20 years old girls and boys that accosted him to hit on him and flirt shamelessly with him, while he was obviously not interested”…besides, he couldn’t go through the hassle of finding a date for that in time, and had important cases to work on. So you took the invites and went in his place…

You were both right. Bruce gave you, Dick and Babs the invitations, but you and Jason didn’t wanna go, wanting a calm date night instead…But of course, his brother and your best friend wouldn’t hear it and indeed dragged you there with them. You grumbled all the way through, and grumbled some more when you arrived at the place and discovered that it was PACKED with people. Oh and the kind of people you disliked : the rich fuckers of Gotham City that thought they were better than anyone else. Not the rich people like Bruce, who genuinely cared about their city and such…No, their sons and daughters, who were born in wealth and thought that it made them the best. Urrh. You hated those guys so much. Coming from a poor neighborhood, they always were so rude to you ! And the number of time you heard that you were dating Bruce Wayne’s son only for his money…

If any of those assholes told you that tonight, you were gonna loose it. Especially since you really didn’t wanna be here. 

The only good thing about that all ordeal, was the fact that it was a costume party, and you loved getting in a costume. Though that particular night you didn’t have much time to actually prepare anything (again, dragged by Dick and Babs), and ended up in a generic princess disguise you had in your closet, while Jason put on a pirate costume. 

Paparazzis took at least a thousand pictures of you, Jason, Dick and Barbara…”Bruce Wayne’s children out with their girlfriends to the biggest costume ball in Gotham” would be the headline of every newspapers the next day. 

You didn’t get it. It was so uninteresting to know that you guys went there, like, who cared ? Apparently, lots of Gotham folks…They loved the pictures especially, so you made sure to give them a show by making stupid and weird faces on each of them. 

Bruce thought it was the most hilarious thing ever, how you hated being a public figure so much…but he also thought it was very cute that you would endure it because you loved his son. He liked you. You and your sass. Also, you were of a calm nature, so he thought it was perfect for Jason, you were able to tame him down most of the time. 

But tonight ? Oh tonight, things went downhill pretty fast, and the first thought you had was : “Oh man, B’s gonna be so disappointed in me !”. Of course, he wasn’t, but you sure weren’t the one that would “tame Jason down” that night. Oh no. You usually never drunk, but because you were so mad about being dragged to this party, you accepted the vodka Dick handed to you and…Oh you were gone so fast.  

It took you and your boyfriend less than an hour to get angry drunk. 

“Angry drunk” was how Dick would call you whenever you got drunk, because it happened rarely, and it happened only when something was displeasing you.

You had made it clear all the way from the Manor to here, you did not want to come, but alright, to make your friends happy…

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Unbreakable (Part 2)

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Torture, Swearing, Abduction
A/N: Prompt. Part 1. So, here is the second part of ‘Unbreakable’! Honestly having so much fun writing this one, let me know what you guys think! Feedback is always appreciated!
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All Bucky could do was stand, frozen in place, watching you walk away from him once again.

“You want to know why she hates water?” A feminine voice murmured from behind him, causing him to jump, much like you had moments before.

“Wanda?” He asked, face a picture of confusion, “How the hell did you get up here?”

“I have my ways…” She smirked, twirling red mist in her fingertips, “But you didn’t answer my question, do you want to know?”

“Yes.” He answered immediately, hands clenching into fists as he took a step forward.

“It’s not pretty…” Wanda murmured, eyes clouding with concern, “I wouldn’t usually do this… but you need to understand what you did…”

“I know Wanda, just… show me.” He answered, sucking in a breath as Wanda placed her hands on his temple, red clouding his vision for a moment, before everything went black.

Eyes snapping open, Bucky immediately locked onto a familiar-looking young girl, who couldn’t be any older than 5.

“Y/N?” Bucky murmured, jaw going slightly slack at the scene in front of him, watching your small form cowered in the corner, knees drawn up to your chest as you sobbed into them. Eyes flickering around the room, he took in the peeling wallpaper and dingy carpet, frowning at the large scorch mark up one of the walls. Letting his hand run over some of the dusty pieces of furniture, he lingered for a moment over a familiar looking stuffed bear, lightly singed around the edges but otherwise fine. Just as he went to pick up the object, the door slammed open, only narrowly avoiding falling off its hinges.

“There it is!” A greying man stuttered, pointing towards your cowered form.

“Get it, before it can do any more damage!” Said another, cowering behind a large group of angry, yet scared, looking men.

Before Bucky could move, two of the men grabbed you by the arms, hauling you out of the room kicking and screaming.

“Daddy!” You wailed, tears streaming down your cheeks, “Don’t let them take me!”

The greying man seemed to slink back at your words, Bucky being able to easily identify him as your father. As Bucky felt the anger begin to build, the same red mist from earlier clouded his vision, dragging him back into the darkness.

Waking with a gasp, Bucky only felt more confused than before. Why did those men seem so scared of a small child? Why would your own father let them take you? Pushing himself up off the hard ground, he quickly realised, he wasn’t back at the compound. Eyes adjusting to the flickering light of the room, he couldn’t work out where the source of light was coming from. There was no lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, none on the walls, and no lamps. That’s when he realised. It was you. Sat cross-legged on the floor, the still young version of you let a small flame fill the palm of your hands. Letting a smile tug at his lips, Bucky watched your childlike wonder at your powers, knowing just how powerful you’d one day turn out to be.

Just as Bucky started to get lost in the moment, letting his eyes focus solely on the flame that was burning in your small hands, it was once again shattered by the sound of the large metal door crashing open, your small form immediately extinguishing the flame.

“Oh look, it’s the freak!” A malicious looking man spat out as he entered the room, your younger self immediately backing away as far as possible. “N’awww is the freak scared?” He laughed, sauntering over to you before dragging you up by the arm.

“No no no no no…” Your younger self sobbed, as the man dragged you towards a small, grimy looking tub. Turning on the rusted tap, water began to sputter out at a slow rate.

Realising what was happening, Bucky felt his jaw clench and hands ball up into fists.

Just as Bucky went to take an angry step forwards, the man hauled you up and dunked you under the water, ignoring the way you struggled in his arms, small hands clawing away at where his arms kept you submerged.

“Stop it! She’s a child! You’re going to kill her!” Bucky found himself yelling, trying to get to you, yet something was holding him back.

Finally bringing you out of the water, the man smirked as you struggled for breath.

“This is what you get for being a freak!” He spat, backhanding you across the face, not hesitating another moment before dunking you back under the water.

Letting out an enraged growl, Bucky went to storm at the man, the red mist stopping him in his tracks and dragging him back under.

Gasping awake, Bucky immediately shot up, eyes wild as he span around, trying to take in his surroundings.

“You’re back Barnes, it’s okay.” Wanda murmured, smiling sadly as Bucky let out a shaky breath and slumped to the floor, covering his face with his hands.

“It’s not okay!” He yelled, the sound only slightly muffled as he threw his head back, “That little girl, she…” He started, flinching slightly as Wanda rested a hand on his shoulder.

“She’s all grown up, Bucky.” Wanda murmured, “She’s okay.”

“But she’s not, is she! I…I fucked that up! She was okay, she was safe, and I had to go and literally throw her back into all that shit!” He shouted, tugging at his hair as he ranted.

“Then make it right Barnes!” Wanda loudly interjected, pulling his hands out of his hair, “You are the only one who can.” She said more softly, patting him on the shoulder before turning to leave.

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Forever Yours

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N Ackles, Mark Sheppard, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Cortese, Rob Benedict, Richard Speight Jr.     

Pairing: AU Rockstar!Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Being away from the ones we love ain’t easy, suspense but not angst.   

Word Count: 2100ish

A/N: I have wanted to write a rockstar!Jensen fic for so long. Thanks to @like-a-bag-of-potatoes I finally got an excuse to do so. This is written for her birthday/follower celebration challenge and my prompt song was Faithfully by Journey. I hope you like it Ida <3

Thanks to my sweet amazing friend Sana aka @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester for betaing this one for me.

Jensen was laying awake in the tour bus staring up at the ceiling. He always had trouble sleeping when he was on the road and away from Y/N, but tonight it was even harder than usual. He kept going over tonight’s phone call over and over again in his mind. He longed to be with her more than ever before, but he knew he wasn’t scheduled to have time off for another month and Y/N wasn’t able to get time off from her job this time to join him on the road. It hadn’t been more than a few weeks but he missed her. Every fiber of his being, every molecule of his body was screaming for her after what she had told him tonight.

Jensen loved being on the road. Part of him missed it when he was at home. He knew he had the soul of a gypsy and that he needed his music, like it was oxygen. It was his drive and passion and for a long time that had been all he needed. Right until he had ran into her, literally.

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You're Mine

Paring: Seth Rollins X Reader
Rating: Smut, Explicit
Length: 3k+
Includes: Smut, lots of angst, and fluff

Summary: You and Seth still aren’t an official couple after three years. You hatch a plan in anger and spite to make him realize how much he cares about you. It doesn’t go as planned. Angst and smut and a little fluff.

“Why do I even bother?!” You shouted at Seth as he rolled his eyes. You were in the living room of his new house, but this was an old fight.

“Look, I told you,” he sounded angry even though he had no right. “I don’t like titles. We’re dating. I don’t have to be your boyfriend.”

“It’s been three years! You don’t want a title. You don’t want me to move in. You just want me around. It’s not cool!” You were at your wits end with this conversation. You had talked to his friends, and they were as confused as you.

Roman was the most helpful. He told you Seth talked about you a lot. Seth would say “You’ll never guess what y/n did. It was so awesome-” and “Y/n loves those things.” Stuff like that. You did the same thing too, but less and less lately because of this situation he put you in.

The two of you weren’t getting any younger, and you wanted to settle down with him. He was the man you loved, but you were starting to think he wasn’t your future.

“I just don’t want labels. I’ve told you that for like, years,” he said, getting up from the couch, adjusting his basketball shorts and hoodie. “I’m going to hit the gym.” He grumbled as he walked past you.

“I guess I’m going home then,” you said, snatching up your things furiously. “Just tell me one thing,” you turned to him as he put his hair up and picked up his gym bag.

“What?” He asked, clearly irritated and not wanting to actually listen to you. His tone stoked your ire and you decided to change your question.

“Do you mind if I date other people?” You asked, shrugging a bit, keeping your face blank.

“Excuse me?” He asked, looking aghast. You gleaned a bit of satisfaction from his horrified face.

“Well, I’m not your girlfriend, so…? I can date other people, yeah?” You shrugged again.

He glared at you, and you could see his brain working behind his eyes. He didn’t like what you were suggesting, and he was trying to find a way to say ‘no’ without giving ground on his position.

“Sure,” he finally said after a very long pause. “I personally won’t, but sure, go crazy.” He said with a condescending tone. He was trying to guilt you out of the idea by volunteering that he wouldn’t see other people, but at this point… /Fuck him/.
***
“Hey, y/n! What’s up?” Cesaro’s voice over the phone was just as pleasant as you remembered. “Did Seth lose his phone again? He’s right here somewhere.”

“No,” you laughed. “I wanted to call you specifically,” you admitted.

“Okay,” he said, waiting.

You had planned to just ask him out, but he was too close with Seth. He would say no. You quickly thought of something he’d say yes to.

“Seth is giving me the same argument against labels again,” you sighed.

“The 'Oh, I don’t like labels. I just want to be me. Blah blah blah,’ thing. I’ve heard it.” Cesaro said, sounding as incredulous as everyone else that heard Seth give the excuse.

“Yeah, but this time, I got pretty hot and I kind of said I’d start dating other people,” you winced, realizing how that would sound to one of Seth’s closest friends.

Cesaro sighed. “I don’t blame you.”

“Yeah, so here’s what I want to do, and why I called,” you said, getting down to business. “I would like you to take me on a date. Like, pretty publicly. If that’s okay?” You said, biting the tip of your thumb.

He surprised you by laughing. “Oh boy, that’s evil y/n. Yeah, I’ll do it.”

“Really?” You asked, bouncing in your seat.

“Yeah, lets fuck this tomato,” he said, making you quirk your face in question. What kind of idiom was that? Swiss? You took it for the agreement it was.

“Okay. Bye.” You said, laughing.

“I’ll text you.” He said before hanging up.
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You were sitting on your couch watching TV when you heard a furious knock on your door. It was late. About midnight. And you wondered who in the hell it was.

Opening the door cautiously, you peeked out. It was Seth.

You didn’t know he would be back so soon. He usually texted you when he was getting on the airplane or making the drive back home.

“What’s up?” You said, pulling the door open all the way. He rushed inside and you closed the door behind him. He didn’t say a word. He looked rattled. His hair was a mess and he smelled like the cold air outside. It was like he had stopped whatever he was doing and just rushed here.

“Seth,” you started to say, but he just held up a finger. That’s when you noticed his hand was shaking. You looked up to his eyes and saw they were black with fury.

You had seen Seth angry before, but you hadn’t ever seen him livid. You were guessing that’s what this was. You were guessing he saw the photos. The photos from your date with Cesaro.

“You said you would date other people. Not my best fucking friend,” his voice shook as he spoke. You were quiet for a long time. The TV the only sound in the room.

“I’m just-” you tried.

“No. You don’t talk til I say,” he told you. His voice was hot with rage. You felt yourself shrink in. You thought this little stunt would remind Seth how much he liked you. Needed you. Maybe loved you. But maybe it was the thing that would finally tear you two apart.

“Did you ask him, or did he ask you?” He asked, staring you down.

“I asked him,” you said quietly, beginning to shake yourself.

“And he said yes? Just like that?” He was silently waiting for your answer, but his lips were parted with heavy breath.

“Well, I- He-” you tried to figure out what to say.

“Never mind. I just want to know one thing,” he said. “Just tell me…” Seth’s voice broke just a little. “Did you fuck him?”

You shook your head. You hadn’t.

“Did you want to?” His eyes were like open windows to his soul. You could see it howling in pain, and it was about to get worse.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Yes?!” He asked in disbelief.

“I want to sleep with a lot of guys, Seth, but I don’t.” You told him simply. “Cause there’s only one guy for me.”

He looked angry again. How did he still not understand this?

“Then why date other people?! Why put me through this?!” He shouted, looking more distressed than you’d ever seen him. Even when his knee tore in half and he vacated his title, he was more together than this.

“Because I need a commitment!” You shouted back. “I need to know that at the end of the day you’ll be there for me!”

“I’m here for you!” He argued.

“As a friend? As a fuck buddy? As what?!” You fired back, becoming quite livid yourself. If this was the last fight, if this was the last time you talked, you wanted to make yourself clear. “Come on! Tell me what I am to you!”

He stared at you. He was silent.

“Really?” You said, feeling a knife through your heart. “Nothing?”

“Y/n,” he said, reaching for you. His anger seemed to have slipped away, but that didn’t matter now. You were too flustered. Too mad. Too frustrated.

You slapped his hand away, shocking him. You shocked yourself too, but you didn’t let it show. Not now.

“Get out,” you hissed. You couldn’t look at him anymore. You couldn’t be around him. It hurt too much.

“When I saw the pictures… When I saw you with him,” he started.

“I don’t care anymore. Leave,” you said, feeling tears roll down your cheeks. You didn’t even know you were crying until then.

“Let me just-” he tried, but you couldn’t listen.

“No. I want you out,” you said, realizing he wasn’t going to leave. He had rooted himself like a tree. You had to do something drastic. You had to topple him to get him the fuck away from you. “I already wasted three years of my life with you. How much more of my time do you want to waste?”

He recoiled at that, and it broke your heart to see him in pain. But he couldn’t give you what you needed, so he wouldn’t give you anything anymore.

“I’m- I- Please,” he stuttered. He looked shattered, but you had no idea why, or what it meant. He either couldn’t or wouldn’t tell you what you meant to him.

You went to the door and opened it.

“Goodbye, Seth,” you said, looking down at the floor. You could still feel the fury coursing through your veins, but the anguish was starting to overwhelm it. You needed him gone before you could collapse to the floor.

He walked over to you, and gently put his hand over yours, closing the door for you.

“You’re mine,” he said quietly. His hand was still on yours. You stared at where your hands met. “And I’m yours.” His eyes were pained, but soft as you looked up.

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t know what to say.

“That’s all I’ve got,” he confessed.

“What does that mean?” You asked, feeling so unsure. Like the ground would drop away from your feet at any moment.

“You’re mine,” he shrugged sadly. Probably thinking that wasn’t enough, he kept talking. “You’re my best friend. You’re my favorite person. You’re the person I lean on. You’re… mine.” He said. “And I’m all that stuff for you, right?”

You sniffed and nodded.

“Then I’m yours.”

“Okay,” you said, looking at him in question. A silent 'what else?’

He reached out and pulled you to his chest. He did that thing you loved. Sometimes after a long or particularly rough road trip; he pulled you in, held you tight, rested his chin to your forehead, took a long inhale of your hair, sighed deeply, and kissed the top of your head. He loved you. Seth might not have known it, but you did. You wouldn’t say anything now. You weren’t about to tell him how he felt.

“What was Cesaro saying to you? In the picture, I mean,” he asked, holding you close.

“Which one?” You asked. He pulled back a bit to get his phone out of his pocket. Then he pulled up a picture of Cesaro whispering in your ear and you blushing with a little smile on your face. “I don’t remember.” You didn’t remember what he said. “Is- is that the one that bothered you the most?” You asked, knowing there was a photo of a goodnight kiss.

“Yeah,” he said, laying his cheek on the top of your head as his hand flexed around your side.

“Why?” You were perplexed.

“I don’t know. I guess- I like to make you smile, and- I know lots of people make you smile, but- I don’t know. We make jokes. Our jokes. I didn’t like thinking about you and Cesaro- I don’t know? Having jokes? That doesn’t make any sense,” he sighed. Seth was talking about intimacy. He didn’t want you to be intimate with other people. You smiled to yourself. What a big dummy, you thought, unable to contain a laugh.

“It does make sense. But I have bad news, Cesaro and I do have one joke.” You had remembered what Cesaro was telling you when that picture was snapped.

“What is it?” He frowned, looking at you.

“I’ll never tell,” you smiled at him evilly. He smiled back.

“Come on!” He laughed, shaking you gently, teasingly.

“I’ll tell you my secret for one kiss,” you teased, pointing to your lips. He smiled and paid the toll of one kiss. It stared as a quick peck on the mouth, but then his lips softened and he stayed a bit longer.

After your lips parted, you looked up at him and forgot what you were going to say. He was staring at you, looking at you like you were a stranger. Just blinking, trying to take all of you in.

“Seth?” You asked, putting a hand on his chest. He looked lost.

His hands came up to cup your face. His thumb traced your cheekbone as he stared at you. His beautiful, intelligent brown eyes gazing between your eyes and your lips. You moved forward just an inch and he kissed you again.

He kissed you over and over, pulling you closer. His hands gently, desperately grasping your face. Usually, he’d be pulling your body to his, making his desire clear, but this was different. He was making his desire clear just by kissing you. Fiercely, passionately clinging to your lips.

“I’m not wasting your time anymore. I’m yours,” he said, before sealing your lips again.

You put your arms around his neck. One hand diving into his hair. Saying, with your body, 'I’m here. It’s okay. I’m yours too.’ As soon as you did that, he picked you up and started toward your bedroom.

“I want you,” he said breathlessly, as he set you on your bed. You moved away a bit to start undressing, but he grabbed you back to him.

“Come here,” he huffed, pulling the hem of your shirt over your head. He kissed your shoulders, chest, tummy. He removed your bra. Then he started on your jeans. “You’re mine. You understand?” He asked, pulling your panties down with your jeans.

“Yes,” you said, putting your hands in his hair as he kissed down your hip bone to your pelvis. You knew where he was going.

His mouth found your folds wet, and you moaned in want as his tongue worked magic on you. He was so good at eating you out that sometimes the orgasms brought tears to your eyes.

He groaned as he realized just how slick you were and the husky sound made you even slicker. He brought his hands up to your center and used them to spread your pussy lips so he could give your clit direct attention. You cried out as he lapped at your pleasure center with deadly accuracy. Your hands shook against his scalp as he got you to the edge, making you gasp in desperate need to come.

“Please!” You cried as you felt your peak so close. He licked quicker, more forceful, to make sure you came and came hard. “Yes! Seth!” You practically screamed as your body shook with pleasure.

He climbed up your body, laying between your thighs. You used your fingers to wipe your wetness from his beard, running your thumb over his talented lips. He placed a kiss on the pad of your thumb just before he pressed forward.

You gasped as his cock filled you. He looked down at you with stars in his eyes.

“God, you feel so good. You always feel so good,” he said, holding you close as he started to thrust.

“You too, baby,” you moaned as your hands roamed his back. And he did, he felt so good filling every inch of you with his length.

He took his time, building up the pace, finding out what made you gasp and your pussy clench. The whole time his own breath caught and masculine moans emanated from his throat, driving you wild.

“Louder,” you told him. He looked at you for a second, but then it clicked.

He started going faster, making you throw your head back. He was hitting your g-spot with every thrust, his powerful arms were around you, and his moans hit your ears like music.

“Oh God!” You cried as he lifted your hips a bit.

“You like that?” He huffed, leaning back to look at you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, nodding furiously. Your fingers digging into his shoulders to pull him to you. Your lips landed on his right before he pushed you over the edge.

“That’s right. You’re mine. This is my pussy.” He said, reaching down to your clit. You had already come twice but that wasn’t enough for Seth. He wanted to remind you why you were with him.

“I’m yours! Yes!” You told him, looking in his eyes.

“Come for me again,” he demanded of you. “Come for your man.”

You screwed your eyes shut and just heard and felt everything. His cock inside you, his fingers on your clit, his breath hot on your ear, his groans, and the sound of your flesh slapping together. Seth was inside of you and all around you. It was perfect.

“Oh my God!” You gasped as you came for the third time. Tears streamed down your face from the intensity of the pleasure.

“Oh! Y/n…!” He groaned as he came inside of you and went still. You could hear his heart pounding, and you put your hand over his chest to feel it too. “I love you.” He said quietly.

“I love you too,” you said, running a hand through his hair and kissing his forehead. “I’m yours.”

“Damn right,” he chuckled, rolling over and bringing you with him.

“I think you should move in with me.” He said, running his hand over your bare back as you snuggled to his side.

“Really?” You asked, peering up at him. He was completely serious.

“Yeah, really,” he smiled at you and then kissed your forehead.

“Alright then,” you giggled. “Let’s fuck this tomato.”

“Let’s what?!” He laughed. His face quirked in mirth and his eyes shining like no tomorrow.

“Apparently, it’s something Sami says.” You confessed and pecked his cheek. “Cesaro picked it up from him. That’s my joke with Cesaro.”

“It’s lame,” Seth said, trying to frown. “It’s a good thing you have me to make better jokes with.”

You laughed. “Yes, better jokes with my man.”

“My girl,” he sighed, pulling you closer. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

Texts Between Strangers

Note: female/woman ‘reader’


Hey, it was really nice meeting you last night. Maybe we can grab lunch tomorrow? This is Cisco btw.

The text pops up on your phone screen as you’re scrolling through social media. You’ve been lounging in bed on this rainy Saturday morning planning on doing absolutely nothing for the rest of the day but binge watch The Walking Dead and order thai take out later. You just stare at the text for a minute, blinking.

You definitely didn’t give your number to anyone last night because all you did yesterday was pull a double shift at Jitters because they’ve been short staffed lately. A long day at work usually left you looking a bit wrecked so you’re damn sure there wasn’t anyone slipping their digits your way either.

This person has the wrong number.

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AU where Geno and the pens are part of a secret organization that time travels to maintain the flow of historic events, and on one mission, Geno is tasked to go back to the 1820s to save a man (whose great-great grandson will eventually be key to a medical breakthrough that will change history) from a freak accident involving a horse carriage gone rogue. 

Anyways, the man is super thankful and insists on treating Geno to dinner, and Geno is hesitant because he’s really not supposed to interact this much with the subject but the man won’t hear a no. So Geno gets taken to this guy’s estate and meets Sidney, the man’s youngest son, who is beautiful and intelligent and basically Geno’s exact type. So right there and then Geno knows that he’s screwed. 

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anonymous asked:

Can I get a bts reaction to when they cheat on you but later find out you’re pregnant

First off my dudes, cheating is never ok, if you truly love someone you’d do anything for them not to get hurt. (And I feel like the majority of bts knows that but shhhh it’s ok we’re thinking outside the bubble)

Each scenario is different from the other aight.
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Nams: You leaned on the wall as you saw him slip in, he didn’t notice you at first until you cleared your throat. The smile on his face vanished instantly. “So, what’s her name?” You asked nonchalantly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He responded almost as if this was scripted. “Cut the crap Namjoon. I know you’re cheating.” A wave of anxiety rushed through him as you not only called him by his name and not a nickname, and two, you had figured him out. “Y/n, I-”“stop,” you’d cut him off, “I have something more important to say.” You said as you reached into your back pocket and pulled out your pregnancy test before throwing it at him. “I was going to tell you, I had my doctors appointment yesterday, but obviously you don’t really care now do you?” You said coldly as Namjoon fliched as he remembered he didn’t even come home yesterday. He looked at the test and then at you, pain and guilt engraved into his eyes. “Y/n I, I’m, I’m sorry. I didn’t think-”“save it.” You said as you pulled out a mini suitcase from out behind you, “if you still have my number, I’ll text you the date of the doctors appointments and the due date, you can show up if you still care about me or your kid. But I wouldn’t be surprised if you just forget about us.” With that, you walked past him to the door and let youself out. Guilt and pain washed over him as he stood there looking at the test, realizing how he fucked up, on a big scale. He wanted to fix it, he just didn’t really know how to. What he had done was unforgivable.

Originally posted by pjkook



Yoongi: he knew it was wrong when he found himself on another girls bed, he knew it was wrong when her moans filled his ears, room and apartment. He knew it was wrong when he bit down on her collarbones and whispered sweet nothings to her, the same ones he had said to you. He knew it was wrong, but why couldn’t he have stopped? He knew he could have done all this to you, fuck, even better than his. So why didn’t he? Instead he found himself laying next to another girl on her bed. As he walked home he didn’t even know how he was going to face you. He didn’t even know how he was going to look at you the same way. When he came home and saw your smile, the one you give before you tell them something that you’ve been dying to say, he couldn’t take it. He spilled out his heart and watched as you smile become a pout and your exciting energy become a broken sad one. He watched as your tears stained your cheeks before you turned around and wrapped your arms around yourself before chocking out a sentence that broke his heart even more. “I’m….I’m pregnant..” he stood there as he watched you grab your car keys and wallet. He stood there in shock and in pain as he watched you walk past him and finally snapped out of it when he heard the door slam closed. He stood there was his eyes filled with tears and whispered out your name. “Oh god, why’d I do this to you?”

Originally posted by shittyoongi


Jungkook: when he came home to find the house quite as a ghost town, he instantly became anxious. When he walked into the kitchen and found a card standing on the table with his name on it in your handwriting, his heart sank and shattered. He frantically ran towards it as he gripped it and read it. There it was, in your handwriting, straight up addressing the issue. Jungkook had been straight up cheating on you for the past 2 months. And of course you couldn’t just stand by and be ‘deceived’. You had explained in the letter that this wasn’t healthy for you, thinking about him cheating on you made you sick to your stomach. That if he truly loved you he wouldn’t have been sleeping around with another woman. That’d it be best if you don’t see each other for a while, that he at least owe you that much. Of course he didn’t delete your number, of course he didn’t unfollow you on any social media. But he did cry. He had done this, through smiles and childish fights you’d gone through thick and thin, only for him to throw 2 wonderful years of a romantic relationship and 3 years of friendship down the drain in 2 months. It took him one day to straight up cut off ties with the other woman. He hadn’t checked out how you were doing in a month, and he missed you, he missed you a lot. So he finally went on your Instagram, only to find the shocking surprise of you displaying a baby bump. He frantically tried to reach out to you.
Jungkook:y/n!
Jungkook:look I know I fucked up, I fucked up big time
Jungkook: I threw away 5 wonderful years of knowing you, and loving you down the drain
Jungkook: I know I can’t easily get you back because what I did was awful and unforgiving and I can’t forgive myself either
Jungkook: but from your pictures, I know it’s not just one
Jungkook: y/n, please, I just need to know if they’re mine
Jungkook: please y/n you can’t rob them of a father
Jungkook: please let me make this right for at least them

Originally posted by btssavemylife

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Jin: Jin and y/n first met during their second year of culinary school when Jin had accidentally whipped his meringue a little too harshly, thus causing it to splatter all over y/n. What started off as mutual, apology coffee dates lead up to brief smooches before organic chemistry exams and sweet love making behind closed doors. Y/n and Jin were like the most perfect dessert; sweet and satisfying to ones needs. They just, worked, and Jin wouldn’t have it any other way….
At least, y/n thought so.
She laid there in bed hearing the headboard hit the wall. She laid there as she heard her roommates moans, she laid there as her heart hurt. She was supposed to hang out with Taehyung today, she was supposed to have a good time with her good friend who majored in art. He was supposed to help her choose a way on announcing her pregnancy to him, if it weren’t for the fact that her nausea got the better of her and canceled at the last minute. “Ah~ fuck.” The muffle moan hit her like a tidal wave. Tears started to form in her eyes as she finally stood up and grabbed the pregnancy test from her night stand. She walked to her door and marched to her roommates door, not even bothering to knock or anything. Slamming the door open you’re greeted by your roommate riding your ex-boyfriend. “Wow how awkward of me to interrupt my boyfriend sleeping with my roommate.” She said with a bitter laugh. “Y/n! T-this isn’t want it looks l-like!” Jin said as he stared to sit up, “oh? No? What are you guys playing naked twister or something? I’m not stupid.” You said as you gave them a disgusted look. “Y/n I’m-” Jin was Interrupted as you threw the pregnancy test at him without saying anything before you turned around and walked out their room. Jin looked at the pregnancy test dumbfounded as your roommate looked at him in horror of what had just happened. You grabbed your phone, charger, earbuds, jacket, wallet, spare clothes and car keys as you dialed Taehyung’s number. You took a deep breath as it rang, “tae? I’m sorry to wake you up at this hour,” you said as you stuffed your bag with clothed and cleared your throat. “I, I-uh, was wondering if I could crash at your place, I can’t stay here.” Taehyung obviously catching on and reassuring you it was no problem. As you hung up and slipped on your jacket Jin, only wearing pants stood by the door way looking at you distraughtly. “Y/n, please we-we can work this out.. I’ll change I-I swear I’m sorry I-” you completely ignored him as he begged for forgiveness, you simply walked around him with bag over your shoulder. As you walked towards the front door, he followed you rambling apologizes in a shaken voice. Just as you were opening the door he desperately caught your wrist. “Y/n, please.” He looked at you with painful eyes, “don’t touch me!” You screamed at him as you ripped your hand away from him, tears of anger and sorrow filled your eyes. “You get me pregnant, you cheat on me with my fucking roommate, and now your pleating at me to take you back? Don’t touch me, don’t ever touch me again.” You said as tears streamed down your cheeks and slammed the door on his face as you walked out.

Originally posted by lavender-kills

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ANGGSSSSTTTTTT
Jimin:
Coming home in the dead of night was not Jimin’s idea of a ‘fun time.’ Coming home covered in hickeys and smelling like cheap ass perfume was a different story. His eyes navigated through the dimly lit living room, tiptoeing over so quietly towards the bedroom, carefully stepping over some lose floorboards. Jimin was maybe a foot or so away when he realized that the light was on…only it was coming from the room across; the bathroom. Peeking through the light crack along its doorframe, Jimin could see y/n, hunched over on the ground with her head submerged in the toilet, releasing a horrid retching sound.
“Babe!” Jimin bursted inside, clearly forgetting about his appearance and sat down beside y/n, gently caressing her side. “Y/n, baby talk to me. What’s wrong?”
Y/n coughed dryly, head lifting up she could peer at Jimin with tired, squinted eyes. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” Her face suddenly began to flush with anger. “Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?! You leave without saying goodbye and don’t even have the nerve to tell me where you’ve been all night nor have you sent me a text and you’re asking me what’s wrong?!”
Jimin backed away, taken back by y/n’s harsh words. He also noticed the way her skin appeared more ashen than usual.
“Y/n, I—”
“Also, are you going to explain to me how you got these.” She flicked her hand across his collar, revealing the array of purple, red bruise across his neck.
“Baby, I can explain, please if you—” Jimin was once again interrupted by a bitter laugh. Y/n threw her head back and laughed, which turned more into a sob.
“Like hell you will.” With that, she stood up and started making her way towards the door, grabbing her bag, phone, and wallet. Jimin rushed into the living room, eyes following her movements and flashing with horror when he realized what was happening.
“No, no, no, please y/n. Please don’t go, we can work this out.”
Y/n’s hands froze as she reached for her keys. She stared at the floor before thrusting her gaze back towards her…boyfriend.
“I used to believe every single word until now Park Jimin. Now I can’t even tell truth from lie. What happened? Did you just grow bored of me? Did you think I wasn’t enough or that I didn’t give you what you wanted?”
Jimin could only shake his head in sheer desperation.
“Do you have any idea how terrible I felt spilling my fucking guts into the toilet while your out there getting your face sucked off by some other girl, without even realizing that your other girlfriend is lonely, scared, pregnant, and—”
“Wait.” Jimin froze. “You’re, you’re pregnant?”
Y/n scoffed, “if only you knew.”
With that, y/n stomped out of the house, slamming the door shut, leaving behind a shell shocked Jimin who finally crumpled to the floor in a mess of tears and wails.


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Taehyung:
“Y/n, could you pass the salt please?”
Y/n didn’t respond, nor did she look up from the plate of food in front of her (some medium rare steak that had long gone dry).
“Babe?” Taehyung tried again. At that, y/n finally lifted her gaze, hand immediately flying towards the salt shaker, passing it over towards the male seated across from her.
Taehyung smiled in thanks then munched on his food. “So, I heard that Hoseok’s going to be treating you on a trip to hongdae, right?”
Y/n hummed, cutting her meat with slow movements.
“That’s cool, Hoseok’s is a great tour guide, so don’t worry about not having any fun.” He snickered. “Unless you start to miss me.”
Something finally seem to jog her memory as she dropped the knife and fork, resulting in a loud clattering sound. Taehyung cocked his head to the side. “Is, is something wrong?”
“Taehyung, be honest; what are you going to do while I’m gone?”
Taehyung’s brows furrowed in confusion before he responded with a shrug. “Mm, probably invite Jungkook over, go to the karaoke bar with Jimin? Just stuff?”
Y/b could feel her heart ready to leap out of her chest. Her lips suddenly began to tremble. “Taehyung, I told you to be honest.”
“Y/n,” Taehyung scoffed. “What are you—”
“I know, Taehyung. I know about the phone calls and the text messages, the dinner reservations and the late night clubs. I know about the people you’ve been with and what you do, with them.”
At that, Taehyung’s eyes suddenly widened. Hoping to mask his panic, he immediately barked out a laugh.
“Psh, babe, what are you saying. You know I’d never do that!”
Y/n could feel her heart start to rip in half. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, an ugly sob slipping past her lips.
Taehyung’s face fell. Rushing to her side, he crouched down next to y/n, hands. flying to clasp theirs. “Y/n, y/n, please don’t cry. I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I-I don’t know why, I just…”
“I know. I know, Taehyung.” Swallowing slightly, she gave his hand a squeeze before slipping out of his grasp. “I forgive you, but I can’t stay with you anymore. This,” she gestured a hand between them. “Has to end. I’m sorry.”
Taehyung’s lips were parted slightly as he stared at y/n, eyes wide with shock, almost as if he had heard wrong. He opened his mouth to reply, only to realize it had started to close up as tears blurred his vision.
Y/n grabbed her bag and stood up, leaving Taehyung on his knees in the kitchen. Before taking her leave, she took one last lingering look, only to leave something white on the table. Lifting his head, Taehyung stared at the object through blurry eyes.
A pregnancy stick, with two lines.

Originally posted by humanseoul

listen its rlly hard to find crying tae gifs ok

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Hoseok:
“Babe, I’m home,” Hoseok hollered, dropping his things on the hardwood floor. In his hand was a bouquet of flowers; marigolds and roses (y/n’s favorites). He trotted into the kitchen, expecting to see her wearing an apron while cooking up some food, only for him to sneak up behind her and sneak his arms around y/n’s waist, but frowned when he noticed that the kitchen was unoccupied.
However, on the table was a plate of Hoseok’s favorite slice of peach cheesecake and a letter written in familiar, curvy handwriting. Hoseok’s hearts dropped to his toes, flowers slipping from his fingers. With lead legs, Hoseok shuffled towards the table. Picking up the letter with shaky hands, he brought it up to read.
“Dearest Hoseok,
By the time you read this letter, I will be gone. Who knows where I’ll go, but whatever you do, don’t come looking for me. I’m sorry Hoseok, I’m truly truly sorry for having to leave like this. These past two years have been, complete bliss. I mean it, but I’ve seen the way you look at him. I’ve seen the way your eyes wander to Yoongi whenever we’re talking, or whenever we’ve kissed, I’ve seen the way you wanted him more than me. I know it was selfish of me to deny your feelings and even have the gall to talk with Yoongi, but now it’s time to face reality. Yoongi loves you and I know he can provide you with more happiness than I ever had. I forgive you for the times you used to sneak out, or the times when you wouldn’t hug or kiss me, or the time I found Yoongi in our bed. I forgive you. And remember, I’ll always remember you as my first love. I have a piece of you, with me right now.”
Flipping the paper over, Hoseok realized, with blurry vision, that the paper y/n had written on was an ultrasound photo.
Hoseok felt his knees give out as he slipped to the floor, crumpling the piece of paper to his chest, weeping softly.
“Y/n, y/n, I’m so sorry.”
BECAUSE I DO NOT HAVE THE HEART TO BREAK HOBI’S I MADE HIS SHORT AND (bitter)SWEET. 

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy


- Pheo & sara

Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 1

Words: 1600+

Request: [screams] tIME TRAVEL AU WITH A. HAM (like bam u wake up one day in the 18th century) 👌 @ghcstflower

Warnings: Cursing, small mention of linnamonroll

A/N: making this into a series peeps! i didn’t think that a one-shot would suffice for what i wanted to write, soooooo, here it is!

Part 2


You grew up in Northeast New Jersey, so taking the bus back from NYC and your hometown wasn’t as hard as many might think. You soon heard about this new musical that many were anxious to see, and even your friends were constantly telling you about it. You ignored them, of course, because Broadway felt like an opera to you. Listening to showtunes and watching a show about one of the founding fathers just was not your cup of tea.

“Come on, Y/N! Just one song, please!” You friend begged, holding out their phone to you. You sighed, sipping on your coffee. It was freezing outside, below zero. You wore the biggest coat you owned, with giant earmuffs you found in one of your boxes.

You recently moved back to NJ, tired of the city life in Manhattan. Your family was right; living in the city was for people who were always on the go. Since you were the opposite of that, a writer, bumping into people in the streets every day, passersby’ stepping on your toes, was not the most entertaining thing you’ve done. Living there for four months was enough for you.

“No.” You grumbled, looking out the window of the local coffee shop. Your friend continued to whine about the stupid musical, and you eventually gave in, putting on the earbuds that she gave you. She played the opening song, called Alexander Hamilton. You smirked at the cheesiness, but pressed play.

“How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore, and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean…”

The song trailed on, and you bumped your head to the beat unconsciously, listening to the lyrics. You were surprised on how it sounded more like a mainstream song than a play. You didn’t notice your friend grinning at you, doing a little fist pump.

After the song finished, you gave her back her phone, sipping on your coffee once more. She looked at you, expecting a reaction. You shrugged, playing with your straw.

“It was alright.” Her eyes widened at your response. You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of saying that you actually liked it, so denying it was the best way to go.

“Alright? It’s amazing, Y/N! Lin Manuel worked on this play for years, it’s anything but alright.” She mocked your tone, and you frowned at her.

“I told you, I don’t like Broadway shows. They’re boring and follow the same theme. I’m not interested.” She put her face in her hands, shaking her head slowly. You grinned at her actions, bringing your gaze back to the scene outside. Everyone seemed to be always on the move; headphones in and ignoring the world around them. You pitied them; they will never understand the world outside their screens.

“How am I friends with you?” She mumbled.

The rest of the time you were enjoying your break, she told you all the facts of the musical, even showing you some of the cast members. You couldn’t help but stare longer at the man who created the musical; Lin Manuel Miranda.

He was handsome, really handsome. You made a mental note of searching him up later, when your friend wasn’t bugging you about some tickets that she got. She convinced you to join her to see the musical, since your other friend cancelled on her last minute.

“If I go see this with you, would you stop trying to make me listen to the rest of the soundtrack?” You asked, throwing away the empty container into the recycling bin. She nodded quickly, to the point where you wondered if she gave herself whiplash.

“See you tomorrow!” She skipped away, trying to catch the next bus to bring her back home to Manhattan. You looked the train back to your town in NJ, taking less than twenty minutes to get there. You dragged yourself up the stairs, and into the apartment, closing the door behind you.

Later that night, you researched Lin Manuel Miranda. You were surprised that he wrote other plays, and won various awards for things that he created. It was a shock that he was single, his good looks and achievements made you think he’d be married and have children already. As you stalked this man online, your eyes began to close, blinking slowly. Before you fell asleep, you clicked on a link. Your eyes drooped closed, your face falling on your keyboard.

The sun shined in your face, causing you to blink quickly, glaring through your semi open lids. You groaned, rolling over. You reached for your phone, feeling a plant tangled in your fingers instead. You blinked, pushing yourself off the grass.

Wait.

Grass.

You were sleeping outside.

On the grass.

You looked around you, realizing that you were in an open field. It was eerily quiet, not even the birds chirping or the scurrying of squirrels climbing trees. A tent a few hundred feet away caught your attention, so you decided to approach it. You were still dressed in your sweats and tank top, what you thought you wore to bed. Before you reached the tent, a man came out, dressed in what seemed like a colonial uniform from the 1800s. His back was to you, but you noticed that his brown hair was long, pulled back into a hair tie. For some reason, your stomach churned staring at the man.

Did you stumble across some revolutionary reenactment? Is that why the man looked threatening, like he would shoot you at first glance? You searched your mind for some reason as to why you were outside, but the last thing you remembered was sitting next to your laptop.

You went against every instinct that told you not to go to the man, pushing your feet forward. He stopped moving, and you hesitated. He held his musket tight in his hand, quickly turning around to face you. He pointed his gun at your chest, an angry look on his face. You raised your hands quickly, shaking.

His eyes met yours, and he lowered his gun, confused. You gasped at the face in front of you.

It was Lin-Manuel Miranda. The famous guy you were researching last night.

“Miss, what are you doing out here?” He questioned, his hands still tight on the gun. You stumbled on your words, star-struck.

“Uh, I’m, um…” He put his gun in his holder on the side of him. His eyes were stuck on your body, the heat rising in his face. You wondered if he never saw a woman in a tank top before. “Excuse me, my eyes are up here.”

His eyes quickly made it back to your face, clearing his throat. “You did not answer my question, miss.” He replied, standing up straight.

“I’m sorry, but I have no clue why I’m out here. I woke up on this field. Maybe I sleep walk?” You said, lowering your arms. The leaves rustled on nearby trees, causing you to shiver, holding your arms tight against his chest. Lin realized how cold you were, and took off his overcoat, passing it to you. You thanked him, quickly throwing it on your body.

“Do you know where your home is? It must be close by.” You looked around, recognizing nothing in the vicinity. You turned back to Lin, and he had a small smile on his face.

Strange.

“Well, I live in an apartment complex near 42nd street. I don’t remember seeing any open fields in the middle of the city.” You mumbled. He stared at you, a puzzled look on his face. He chuckled softly. “What?” You questioned.

“Are you okay, miss? I never heard of this forty-second street or an apartment complex? We’re in Virginia.” He stated, crossing his arms. “Were you sent by Laurens to play a joke on me? Wait, are you trying to seduce me?” He moved his hand back to the gun on his side.

This guy must be crazy. He lives in NYC, he grew up in Washington heights. For crying aloud, the Richard Rogers theater is right in the heart of Manhattan. You glanced around him, noticing more tents around. Wait, there was more than just ten.

There were hundreds.

You stared at Lin.

His outfit seemed quite authentic, to the dirt under his nails to the blood-stained pants. You don’t recall seeing the pictures online having red marks on the pants. He looked young, too, maybe in his early twenties. Not the man you recall seeing on the internet that was in his late thirties. He was staring at you as well, still cautious.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Alexander Hamilton.” He said simply, with a small bit of pride in his voice. You still fought off the idea that this may not be the time you were supposed to be in.

“Do you know who Elizabeth Schuyler is?” He shook his head, his foot tapping against the ground.

“What is a television set? A laptop?” He frowned.

“Are you telling me about a new weapon the British created? Who are you, miss?” He took out his gun from the position on his hip. “Who sent you here? And I’m not going to ask again.” You realized what’s going on.

“Tell me the year.” You said, your eyes widening. He didn’t say anything, his mouth in a straight line. “Tell me the year.” You repeated sternly. He smirked at you, rolling his eyes.

“1776.” He said, and you dropped onto the ground. He jumped back, confused.

1776. The year, it’s 1776.

What the hell is going on here?

With All My Heart - Part 6

Word Count: 2636

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Illness. There it is. 

A/N: Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. Tags for this series are closed. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always welcome

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When your eyes finally fluttered open again, the afternoon sun was peeking in your hotel room window and shining on your face. You rolled from your stomach to your side, lifting yourself up on one elbow and running your hand over your face and through your hair. You felt much better than you had earlier, more like yourself. When you moved to get out of the bed your hand landed on a sheet of folded paper with your name scrawled on the front in Jensen’s handwriting.

I had to run down and get ready for the con. Breakfast will probably be cold by the time you get it, but it’s in the tray on the desk in the living room. Text me when you’re awake, please? If you feel up to it, we’d love to have you down here.

 

- J

 

You decided to surprise him instead of texting him and quickly showered, ate your breakfast, and got dressed. You ran down to the convention and walked into the open green room door. Rob saw you first and waved, but you put your finger to your lips to shush him as you walked up behind Jensen, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his back.

“Misha?” He teased and you kneed him in the back of his thigh. He spun in your arms, wrapping his arms around you and leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Feelin’ ok? I was worried.”

“Just massive jetlag I think.” You shrugged. “I feel normal now.”

“Ok. Are you gonna watch this panel? I’m gonna warn you…Daniela gives us apple juice and things get…weird.” You sniffed the glass he was holding and scrunched your nose.


“That ain’t apple juice.” You took the glass and downed a large gulp. “But it’s good.”

“Jensen?” Adam Fergus said from across the room. You both turned to look at him, his own glass held firmly in his hand. “Keep her.”

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Auston Matthews - Fourth Of July

anon request: Hey can you do a bunch of cute Auston Matthews imagines? I’m so sad about their loss but so extraordinarily proud of them and how they’ve played this season especially in this series! Some Auston imagines would be much appreciated right now!

i liked this one alot although i dont know much about austons family i made much of it up other than his parents and my spanish is all google translate since im canadian i learn french:))

requests are open:))

Originally posted by matthews-nylander-marner

“aus stop” i grinned at hit as he kept trying to throw me over his shoulder. today we were on vacation in arizona visiting austons family. since i was canadian it wasn’t like i was missing anything this week. as of right now we were in austons huge backyard waiting for all of his family to arrive for the party.

it was about half hour till people began arriving. i was in the kitchen helping ema bring out some finger foods. “so how’s auston been?” she asked breaking the silence. “he’s been good,was stressed during the off season” i laughed awkwardly although she nodded agreeing with me.

“tia!” was yelled from across the room. all i could see was the blonde hair of a litte girl running through. “hola bonita niña” (hi pretty girl) ema spoke in spanish to the little girl, she just smiled in response. “do you want anything to eat kayla?” ema asked and she nodded. ema brought kayla outside to the backyard for some food, i stayed in the kitchen to cut up some more vegetables since someone brought in an empty tray.

“i always thought a girl who knew her way around the kitchen was hot” i heard the deep voice that sounded all too familiar from behind me. i turned around and saw auston standing there with open arms. “where have you been?” he asked after i accepted his embrace. i took a look at the clock and saw i’ve been in here for forty five minutes.

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