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if you’re not gonna be there for people when they need you, then your friendship is literally pointless. like what is your purpose????

Jumin Savage Han Pt. 2

Zen: I can’t do this shit anymore. Seriously, why does V keep making us work together.

Jumin: Well you don’t to need keep asking such rhetorical and pointless questions.

Zen: And I didn’t ask for your attitude either but here we are.

Jumin: I wouldn’t have an attitude if you knew how to cooperate with other people.

Zen: You’re one to talk about team work when you act like a dictator towards your employees.

Jumin: Who’s the hypocrite when you throw a temper tantrum at your rehearsals because you’re not noticed for 0.8 seconds.

Zen: V! Can’t you see how much he bullies me!?

V: I’m blind.

Jumin: He’s not the only blind one here.

Zen: I heard that!

Jumin: Good. I’m proud of you for understanding basic functions.

Zen: I’ve had it. You think you’re so great-

Jumin: I don’t think, I know I am.

Zen: Well you’re not! You think you’re so amazing because you’re hot and-

Jumin: You think I’m hot?

Zen: Wha- No! Don’t twist my words around!

Jumin: -small smile- You’re not bad looking yourself.

Jaehee: What?

Jumin: I said he’s ugly!

Zen: Well you’re uglier!

Jaehee: I give up.

Hidden Feelings

Request: Oh my god! I just started read your imagines and I loved so much! ❤❤❤ Could I request one where the reader is the new avenger and Bucky loves her, Wanda can’t wait to see them together and encourages him confess to her? Thanks! (Terrible English 🙄) - @mimisari234

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong


You joined the Avengers not too long ago after Nick Fury recruited you, saying he was in dire need of your abilities. You’ve been apart of the team for about 6 months now and you couldn’t be happier. Everyday to you felt so pointless, you needed something to fill the empty space in your heart, and the team did just that. You felt needed, wanted, appreciated, and loved.

There was a certain Avenger you had grown close to more than the others. Bucky was tough to open up to and you could tell he was holding back like you were. Time passed and you began to have feelings for Bucky, but you felt like he wasn’t ready for something so deep. So, you remained silent about your feelings.


You were currently in the common room, talking to Sam and Steve about the next mission. You were trying to be serious, but the other two childish members were making it difficult. “Guys, just pay attention! Ugh, Sam get your finger out of Steve’s ear!” You yelled frustratingly as you stomped your foot.


Meanwhile, Bucky was watching near the entrance, gazing at your beautiful face. “She’s cute, isn’t she?” Wanda asked Bucky as she walked up. Bucky’s smile only got wider at the words Wanda spoke. “Oh my god, she’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Especially when she’s angry, it’s so-” Bucky stopped during his mini-rant about you to look down at Wanda.

She was wearing that smirk again, raising an eyebrow at Bucky. “Please, continue.” She said as Bucky’s face turned red from embarrassment. “Wanda, do not repeat that to anybody.” Bucky said, embarrassment bubbling in his stomach. There’s no way he’d ever be able to tell someone so innocent and beautiful, that he likes her. No, LOVES her.

Wanda sighed and shook her head. “Steve is going to take your chance.” Wanda stated as she watched Steve tickle you so hard, you were writhing around in his lap. Sam was in hysterics and denied your pleas for his help. Bucky turned his attention to you now and he frowned, his heart sinking in his chest.

Bucky knew he needed to tell you how he felt, he just didn’t know how. Would you even like him back? The answer is yes but he would never believe it.

Wanda sighed. “Bucky, I know you love her. She’s amazing and you can’t let her slip away because you’re scared. Who cares if you’re scared? Love is scary. You have to take risks and chances or you’ll never know.” She said, shaking her head as she thought of her own feelings for a certain someone.

A few minutes passed and you were able to go over the mission plans with your two teammates. Bucky thought about what Wanda said after she had left. He watched you put your guns in your holster and slide your knifes in your pockets with the cases over them.

You’d be gone for a week and if Bucky didn’t tell you how he felt now, he knows he’ll regret it later. Bucky walked into the room and felt his flesh hand start to get clammy. He was thankful Sam and Steve had left the room so he wouldn’t be embarrassed if you let him down.

You heard footsteps approach and you smiled when you saw Bucky walking over to you. Your heart started racing in your chest. “Hi, Bucky.” You said with a soft voice. Bucky smiled down at you and handed you your last handgun from the table. You gently took it from him and put it in your thigh holster.

You could tell something was bothering him. Bucky sighed heavily and looked down at you. “Y/N, I need to tell you something.” Bucky said nervously. Your eyebrows knitted together. “What is it?” You questioned, hoping he was finally going to make a move.

Bucky shifted his weight onto his other foot and he ran his hands through his hair. “Good luck out there.” Bucky said, his voice small and low. Your heart sank a tad at his words. “Thank you.” You said, noticing the sadness flash in Bucky’s eyes.

Steve and Sam came into the room all suited up now. “Y/N, we’re ready. Oh, hey Bucky!” Steve said with a wide smile. Bucky waved at the two men and you started to walk off to join them. “Y/N, wait!” Bucky yelled before you walked away.

You felt Bucky’s hand grab your arm and you turned around, only to be met with Bucky’s soft and plump lips. “Oh,” Steve said with a small gasp. “My,” Sam muttered with raised eyebrows. “God.” They both finished together.

You kissed Bucky and he pulled you closer by the small of your back. You smiled into the kiss and held his cheeks, his stubble tickling your palms. Bucky pulled away with a deep chuckle. “I’ve been meaning to do that. Y/N, I love you.” Bucky said, looking into your eyes.

You blushed and heard Sam and Steve cheering in the background. Bucky hid his face in the crook of your neck and you giggled. “I love you, too.” You said and you felt Bucky’s smile widen. “I’m sorry it took so long.” Bucky said with a sigh.

You pulled him away from you and gave him a tight hug. “When I get back, we can continue this. But the idiots behind us aren’t going to let this go easily. The torture begins the moment I leave the room.” You said, causing Bucky to laugh.

Bucky leaned down and kissed you again. “Be safe.” Bucky said, tucking your hair behind your ears as he held your cheeks. You felt as if you were dreaming, but you were so glad it was really happening. It was so sudden and you knew you looked as red as a tomato.

You kissed Bucky once more before joining Sam and Steve to go on your week long mission. You waved bye to Bucky and heard Bucky yell, “I love you!” to you.

Your heart skipped a beat and you smiled. “I love you too!” You, Sam, and Steve yelled. You rolled your eyes at the two and Steve pulled you into his side, chuckling.

“So, my best friend, huh?”

Note: I hope this doesn’t suck. feedback is ALWAYS welcome! thanks for the request! .c

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I’m very suicidal right now. Prayers would be greatly appreciated.

There’s also something sitting on my conscience that might not be anything big but it’s adding to my anxiety and I will have to talk to my SD about it, which is making me feel so humiliated in advance, it’s making me want to kill myself even more, which is… illogical. But I’m in a really bad state in every way. I don’t want hell. But I’m seeing no way out. Telling me to trust God is, unfortunately, pointless right now. I just need prayers badly. Thank you.

I don’t chase people anymore,” she said, turning up the collar of her jacket against the freezing cold, “either they want to stay or they don’t.” He handed her a cup of coffee, gently brushing her fingers, so lightly it might as well have been an accident.
“Sometimes you have to chase people for a while, just to make sure they know how you feel about them,” he replied. She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of hot coffee and burning her tongue. “That’s just stupid.”
A knowing smile formed on his lips as he watched her. “See, there are a lot of people like you,” his smile widened while her face transformed into a scowl, “people who are always on the run and unaware of what others might feel for them. Unaware that they make someone else’s heart race, that they make their days brighter and their worries seem pointless. It’s people like you that I need to chase because you’re always too far gone before I can hold on to you, and quite frankly, I’m tired of chasing, too.
—  “So do you want to stay?”
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n.j.

Last night after Ghostbusters, I stopped to talk to one of the young men about my age. (We had previously established that we both had an interest in film, and he was a relatively well-mannered individual who gave me some recommendations for research websites.) We were both enthusiastic about the film and its quality, but suddenly he stopped and frowned.

“I’m just not sure about Kevin,” he said in confusion. “He’s kind of pointless, isn’t he? Why did they need a character like that? I’ve never seen anything like it before…”

I gaped at him briefly. “Haven’t you ever heard about the Dumb Blonde Trope?”

He wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, but isn’t that typically for…” His eyes got wide, and he looked at me in absolute terror. “Oh.”

“Oh” is right, buddy.

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I like the color yellow.

Honestly I think there’s little chance of Makkachokechin actually dying, because it’s kinda pointless plotwise.

They needed him very sick to give Victor a good excuse to leave Yuri’s side at such a critical moment that meant nothing bad about their relationship. They needed Yuri away from Victor so that he (along with Yurio) could learn to deal with love and support that wasn’t physically by his side. All of that was achieved just by his trip to the vet.

Makkachin actually dying doesn’t add anything to the narrative as far as I can see…unless they want to open a subplot of Yuri helping Victor cope with the huge loss, but with 3 episodes left I think that’s unlikely.

So while it’s not impossible that they kill another poodle, I don’t think it’s the most likely scenario.

My Green Valentine

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Words: 1898

Warnings: Fluff… 

A/N: I had to write something since I’m drowning in all the Loki feels… I hope you like this. Also, I apologize in advance for all the grammar and spelling mistakes I may have made. Hope you enjoy this!  💖


You never really liked Valentine’s day too much. To you, it was pointless. Why would anyone ever need a special day to make someone feel loved, when you had more than 300 days to do it again and again.

But it was the middle of December when all that changed. You met Loki.

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I don’t want an apology.
I don’t need the two pointless words
“I’m sorry”, to spill out of your mouth with little to no truth in them.
I want the recognition. I want you to know how the words you said to me sometimes still keep me up at night. Or how I still spend days trapped in my own bed wondering what I did so wrong for you to leave me the way that you did, even though I know in my heart that I was too good for you. I just loved you too much to walk away first.
I want you to know that I’m absolutely terrified to give someone the power to make me happy again. You proved to me so violently that happiness can be given to me on a silver platter with a pair of innocent eyes and soft hands to hold. But those eyes can turn a sad shade of grey and a hand that is calloused and refuses to be touched within what seems like a few days.
And before I can catch my breath and figure out what the fuck is going on, why your hands turned cold or why you stopped looking at me with love, it’s suddenly a Tuesday morning where I find myself gathering every piece of me from where I once called my home.
And suddenly it’s been 7 months since I walked out your door. It’s been 4 months since we’ve spoken. It’s been 2 days since I’ve made eye contact with you.
Time is a funny thing. Some people say time heals all wounds, or makes them painfully deeper. I can’t agree with either. 7 months ago I wanted an apology. Today, I don’t need or want that. I want it to hurt for you. Even if it’s just for a day, or a moment, I want you to look at the girl you once called the love of your life, and realize everything you could’ve had, everything you should’ve said, everything you let go,
And everything you lost.
—  I was always too good for you