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Yo could you share some of your headcanons for the deh kiddos :O ?! I'm really curious!!

*cracks knuckles* HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT (these are generally feel-good and going off of a Connor Lived And Everything Gets Better AU set of ten [+ one extra] headcanons for the kids where they’re all friends)

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PLL ENDGAME FINAL THEORY

Okay guys, so here is my theory. It’s long so bear with me. I hope you’re convinced with this one

In this theory, I will tell you who Uber A is. Who killed Charlotte. Who killed Jessica. How every character is involved in the story. What the initials A.D. stand for. Everything that we are yet to know at this point. 

Who is Uber A? There are two people. A twin of a character we know and her helper. We have an identical twin among us that has been behind everything that we are yet to know. Bethany Young is the twin and she is Uber A. The show is coming in full circle. She killed Jessica, Charlotte, Sara Harvey, etc. Uber A and Charlotte’s killer ARE the same person. She is not here to avenge anyone’s death like they want us to believe. She’s here for revenge for having her life ruined. 

They promoted this new A as the deadliest and most twisted A of all the As (and the one who loves the game the most). That description doesn’t fit with someone who is avenging someone’s death. 

It all starts with Bethany and Charles. The night Marion Cavanaugh died. According to Charlotte, Bethany pushed Marion Cavanaugh and blamed her. This isn’t true. Charlotte killed Marion, Bethany witnessed it, and Jessica covered it. Charlotte blamed Bethany but Jessica paid Wilden to rule it out as a suicide. Flashbacks aren’t always true. It’s visualized on what the person is saying. Jessica wouldn’t cover up the murder if Bethany did it. That’s why in Bethany’s recordings we would hear her saying to someone “she’s a bitch, she’s an evil bitch!” It’s not clear as to who was she talking about but it was definitely Charlotte or Jessica. Bethany drew pictures of Jessica with horns and the word ‘liar’ all over it

Charlotte lied in her story so Alison and the rest of the liars would feel bad for her. This is why some of the things don’t make sense. A big part of her story was a damn lie. Charlotte is the biggest liar on the show. Everything that comes out of her mouth is a lie. Bethany got payback after the time jump by murdering Charlotte and throwing her off the bell tower, just like Charlotte pushed Marion from Radley. What I love about this is that Uber ‘A’ is putting the girls through hell to find Charlotte’s killer when she is the one behind it.

Who’s Bethany’s twin? Spencer Hastings. Mary Drake had Spencer and Bethany. Both are identical twins. One was adopted by The Hastings and the other one was put into family services and was adopted by the Young family and was sent to Radley later on. Before you all say “Bethany was two years older than Spencer and the rest of the girls” Charles was supposedly older than Jason but in reality they were the same age. Jessica and Kenneth came up with that lie to keep the adoption a secret from everyone else as it was revealed in 6x20. Bethany’s information was made up to keep her a secret from everyone

Peter Hastings was responsible for this and this is why he wanted Toby to stop investigating his mom’s death and sign the papers to close Radley back in season 4. The more he was investigating the more got to the truth. 

This is why we never saw her face when she escaped Radley. She has Spencer’s face. And this is going to be the ultimate final twist the writers already talked about. Lets be real, if she was a random girl we would see her face. They could’ve casted literally any blonde for this scene and they would show us her face. We still have yet to see her face as a teenager

One of the biggest mysteries on the show are Bethany’s drawings. There is a drawing of a woman falling (Marion), the picture of a demon (Jessica) taking a kid (Charles) away. We also see pictures of her but they’re all distorted. We can’t see her face

This makes me believe that she has part of her face disfigured or doesn’t want to show her face AND this is why Uber A wears masks

I will show you proof that Mary had a third child (which is the twin) In 7x08, Spencer and Aria go visit Dr. Cochran and he tells the girls that he helped Mary delivered “Two OF her babies” as opposed to her “two babies” hinting about another child. One was adopted and the other was put in family services. Mary was giving Spencer hints about a twin in the premiere telling her how much she and Melissa looked alike. 

This is one of my favorite scenes from 7A because Mary was indirectly telling Spencer her relationship with her parents and how they met a long time ago leaving Spencer confused

What does Sara Harvey have to do with everything? Sara was killed for knowing too much. She was a girl from another town involved in all this mess. Sara ran way from her home and Charlotte kidnapped and forced her to be her accomplice. She used her as a decoy in all the stuff that she was planning to do like “The Lodge Fire”. She knew stuff about Charlotte and was going to tell the girls and run away but Uber A was outside her room waiting to kill her. Never ever underestimate “A”. It happened with Jessica, Mona and finally to Sara. 

I hate to say this but Sara wasn’t the real Black Widow. The real Black Widow is the twin Bethany. She is the ENDGAME. I have proof of this. The first time we were introduced to the Black Widow was in the season 4 premiere titled “A is for A-L-I-V-E” (the title is a clue). Her introduction was really creepy and weird. It felt like a new character that was VERY connected to the story. Whoever this person was did NOT want to be seen in public because either they’re supposed to be dead, they are secret twin of someone or they are looking for them and that’s why she was wearing a mask and we can see this at the end of the episode

In 7x01 when the girls see the fake Hanna hanging in the bell tower. There was a clue that leads back to 4x01. Caleb looks at this phone and it’s 4:01 a.m. The writers tend to use numbers as clues. The episode where we are introduced to Black Widow

Black Widow had the girls as dolls at the lair. Sara may have been bad but having the girls as their dolls is completely twisted and it doesn’t fit her with character. Sara wasn’t wearing a mask when she lifted up her veil. I’m pretty sure the writers did this on purpose so we could catch the fakeness of Charlotte’s story.

Another thing that doesn’t make sense about her story. She shot Wilden twice. Lets be real here. She would know if he was really dead after shooting him. Why would she need Sara to go and check if he was really dead? This makes absolutely no sense. Here is more proof that Bethany is the real Black Widow. Toby was getting messages to take the RV and he would know what really happened to his mom. Who would know what happened to his mom? The witness. -A was helping Toby solve his mom’s mysterious death

What I’m about to say I believe no one has said it before. Bethany was working with Mona but Mona didn’t know who she was working for. Mona created the A game so Bethany could finish it. This has always been Bethany’s game. Mona loved playing the game and the last thing she would do was to reveal herself. Someone KNEW what Mona had done that night Alison disappeared and Mona was being blackmailed about it. She had no other choice than to reveal herself. How do I know this? Easy, Mona saying to Spencer “Either you join the A-Team, or you disappear” 

And of course Mona’s monologue when she’s admitted for evaluation: “I know they’re watching me, I don’t look bad considering… I like this lipstick, what’s it called? Toffee tango? (voice changes) They think it’s over, Loser Mona is going to the nuthouse and those precious liars are going home to sleep with their windows open and their doors unlocked. Don’t they know that’s what WE want?”

Okay there’s been theories that it was Charlotte talking after Mona but it’s impossible because Charlotte was a patient at Radley and met Mona later during her stay. Whoever was talking was helping Mona all along and she was present in the season 2 finale. She was at the masquerade party. She was right in front of us wearing a red dress with a full mask. The camera focuses on her. She has been watching them all along

Now. I will talk about her helper. Her helper is Dr. Wren Kingston. Wren has been an A-team member since the beginning. Mary sent him to Rosewood check on The Hastings and the only way to continue reporting her what the Hastings were doing was to get engaged to Melissa Hastings but he fell for Spencer and everything was ruined

I will give you the biggest clue that Wren is AD’s main accomplice

In 7x01, we see Mary talking to someone on the phone and according to Mona, “It’s definitely a man. I think he has an accent. Maybe Aussie, maybe British. Note: This can’t be Rollins because Mary and Rollins were not in touch for a couple of days

This is going to sound really twisted but I don’t think Mary cared about Charlotte at all. Charlotte was looking for her and she was spending time in other countries. 

Something that hasn’t been explained is why Wren suddenly decided to volunteer in Radley when Mona was admitted there. He volunteered to continue the A game but with a new leader (Charlotte DiLaurentis). Eddie Lamb suspected and knew all along that Wren was bad news

The infamous visitor’s pass. Wren didn’t make the pass for Charlotte. it was for Bethany but under the name CeCe Drake. She used Charlotte’s “alias” when she had her out privileges. She was sneaking into Radley under that name to visit Mona wearing a Red Coat. That pass couldn’t have been for Charlotte because she was already a patient there. All she needed was to get out of her room and visit her. Why would she need a visitor’s pass?

Mona said to the liars in 3x24 “that she made a deal with the devil and she gave me a way in and out of that place”

Charlotte wasn’t giving her a way in and out of Radley because she needed Mona to get out of that place without anyone noticing as she stated in 6x10.

So who was Mona talking to? Uber A. The real Red Coat and Black Widow. 

Only someone who works or was a patient for a long time knows the exits and secret doors. Bethany escaped Radley so she would definitely know the secret exits

Uber A manipulated everyone to do her dirty work. Just like Mona, Charlotte was addicted to the A game so why would she just give herself up? Because someone was telling her what to do. And this is why they introduced us to the board game. This is how Uber A was manipulating everyone. Telling them what to do.

In 6x10, Mona tells the girls that she didn’t tell CeCe about them but somebody at Radley did start sending her riddles and twisted rhymes. More proof that someone else was seeing her. 

The last time we hear about Wren is in 6x17 in a flashback of Hanna and Melissa in a restroom. According to Melissa, he was in contact with Charlotte when she was at Welby. Melissa tells Hanna that Charlotte ruined her relationship with him because he found out that she killed the girl in the grave. Wren was blackmailing Melissa about this throughout 6B. This is why Melissa was terrified if someone else had the tape confession because someone was targeting her.

Now the last question. Who’s in the grave? A stranger that was killed and buried with the outfit. Grunwald rescued Alison and someone with a red sleeve rescued Bethany. There are two different scenes with two people wearing different clothes and rescuing someone. Whoever was identified was killed and buried with the yellow top outfit

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i need me some jealous kara in my life, so of course i did what any person would’ve done and came with a bunch of headcanons to satisfy my own needs because that’s what self care is all about.

  • it all starts one afternoon, they’re downtown in one of lena’s favorite restaurants and kara’s talking excitedly about the new article she’s writing when lena’s phone goes off. usually when they’re together lena ignores it, she always says it’s business associates and insists they can wait but this time lena sees the name on the screen and smiles widely, “oh it’ll be just a minute kara, sorry” kara nods, motions her to go ahead and tries to focus on her pasta until she hears lena giggling “i can’t wait to see you! it’s been, what? six years?” something inside kara twitches. who is she talking to? most importantly who is making her smile like that?! that’s usually her thing. lena keeps talking to whoever is at the other end of the line as if she’s not there, beaming, chuckling… kara’s always believed herself to be someone non violent (for most the time) but she’s now wishing she could grab lena’s phone, throw it to the ground and break it.
  • turns out, lena says to her when they’re on the car ride back to l–corp, that one of her dearest friends from boarding school is planning a visit to national city and called her to see if they could get together, “her name is molly, we were together on science club and we hit it off right away,” kara knows it’s irrational to feel so… heated at the thought of lena hanging out with someone else because damn, she’s her own person and she’s allowed to have as many friends as she’d like but… it makes her extremely uncomfortable to think about lena laughing with someone that is not her. “i have to admit i had a little bit of a crush on her when we were younger,” and kara doesn’t know molly, has never seen her and certainly has no interest in doing it so but she already hates her.
  • “and then she said,” it’s game night, james and winn have paused mortal kombat to listen to her angry rant and alex is staring at her with wide eyes, beer in hand. “oh i used to have a crush on her, as if it’s the most trivial thing on the universe, did you know she was supposed to come tonight? i promised i would let her win at mario kart, but no! molly’s plane lands today and she called to say—i’m so sorry kara, i can’t make it, i’m gonna go pick her up, maybe some other time? can’t molly call herself an uber? does she really need to have lena’s attention all to herself? gosh it makes me so upset someone would be so selfish.” winn opens and closes his mouth a few times, not sure if he should say anything about the whole situation, james and alex are looking at each other, silently deciding on who should be the first to talk until finally alex breaks the silence. “kara… you don’t even know this molly person, didn’t you also say her and lena hand’t seen each other for years? it’s normal that they want to spend time with each other, catch up with what’s been going on in their lives.” kara crosses her arms over her chest and angrily stares out the window, she wants to bury her face on ice cream because though she knows alex is right she still wants to deck molly in the face.
  • lena is never late, if anything she’s always early to arrive to their lunch dates, but for the first time in months, lena luthor is fifteen minutes late and kara’s getting impatient, maybe she got caught up on work and didn’t see the hour, maybe she had to sign some contracts before leaving, maybe… maybe… she tries and call her twice but she doesn’t answer and that’s when kara gets worried, what if something happened to her? what if while she was on her way someone stopped her and hurt her? she’s tempted to alert the deo, tell them to search for lena’s location when she enters the restaurant a little breathless and with her hair disheveled. “kara i am sorry!” she sits down across from her and takes out her coat, “molly came over to my office and we started to talk, i didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” kara’s face goes dark. it’s wednesday, this is supposed to be their day, their afternoon, their time to be with one another without people interrupting and of course molly had to come and ruin it. “did you know molly has a motorbike? she dropped me off!” oh amazing, molly owes a motorbike, so does half the population of national city, she’s nothing especial. kara doesn’t feel like eating anymore and ends up leaving early. 
  • she’s punching one of the walls at the deo repeatedly, each punch harsher than the last. her knuckles feel on fire but it’s working wonders to get her mind off lena and her new best friend molly whom today decided to invite her to the beach. “what is wrong with her?” winn whispers to alex almost scared of kara’s sudden display of anger, alex shrugs and tell him she has no idea since kara refuses to talk with anyone about it. “she’s jealous,” j’onn says without looking up from the file he’s holding and both of them open their mouths in surprise. “psychic, remember?” 
  • “have i done something to upset you?” lena asks with her cheeks red in embarrassement and her voice breaking, “you’ve been avoiding me for weeks, yesterday you cancelled our lunch date because you said you had a lot of stuff to do but then you uploaded a picture on instagram with james in your pajamas eating popcorn. look kara, i know we all need our space sometimes but i’d rather hear the truth than finding out via social media that you’re lying to me.” she sounds so hurt and she’s almost on the verge of tears, kara feels awful she didn’t mean to make her feel bad, she was just tired of hearing her talk about molly and how amazing she was every single time they got together. “you want the truth?” lena nods eagerly and kara tries, she does, to keep her composure when she catches the necklace lena’s wearing… gold with rose pendant. “that is pretty,” she points to it and lena grabs it between her hands, “thank you! molly gave it to me yesterday.” kara feels her fist tighten. 
  • “well the truth is that molly is annoying,” she says standing up from her place and lena’s eyes widen. “yes, she’s annoying and she’s keeping you all to herself. it’s almost as she’s holding you captive! she’s taking you to the beach and to that art gallery i was going to take you, you are eating potstickers with her, lena, that’s our thing!” there’s no going back now… “and she’s… she’ probably ugly too—oh she has a motorcycle, how original! you know what lena, i can fly! i could fly you from here to paris in less than an hour, i bet molly can’t do that. you know what else i can do? lift you up, with one finger probably, can molly lift you up? no i don’t think she can. does she let you win at mario kart?! she doesn’t, huh, does she even know how to play mario kart, does she?!” 
  • lena looks at her in disbelief before she bursts out laughing and kara lets out a groan, “it’s not funny lena! i am much more interesting that molly will ever be and i’m—mphm!” lena’s kissing her, her cold hands are tangling themselves in her hair and she’s pulling her impossibly close and kara feels like she’s floating. for the first three seconds she doesn’t respond, but as soon as lena slips a warm tongue into her mouth her body reacts and she’s grabbing her everywhere. her face, her neck, her waist, her ass, lena gasps and they break apart. “sorry, i didn’t mean to… i just wanted to… you see this wasn’t what i had planned,” kara looks to the ground but it’s not for long because lena is grabbing her chin, making her look into her eyes and she melts. 
  • “love… i can’t believe you were jealous of molly.” kara clicks her tongue almost offended, she was not jealous of molly, she’s about to say it, to assure lena she doesn’t feel such childish emotion when lena gives her a small peck on the lips and her train of thought is stopped. “she’s married… and has two kids!” kara wants to hide under lena’s desk for the rest of the evening.
First Kiss | Jungkook

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Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff

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Synopsis: “I love oreos, but you know that thing after you eat them and your teeth are black and it looks like you’re on some crazy drugs and your teeth are rotting or something?” You snickered at your own explanation and the way Jungkook’s mouth was open agape, eyes squinted as he tried to picture the image you were so unskillfully painting. “It’s annoying, but you still like them. It’s the same for you.

A/N: I’m a bit rusty. I hope it’s not terrible. For @maroukimarouki

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It was Saturday night, just one of many you had spent with them. The setting of your friendly reunion was nothing special, just the chaotic living room of their dorm. The feast you were enjoying was not expensive wine or exotic cheeses, but coke, chips and gummy worms; and you could have not been happier, stuffing doritos in your mouth until you were about to choke, to perfectly recite the lines of Cypher Killer without stuttering —at least if you did not want to carry a penalty out.

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It’s not even that Bitty doesn’t think he’s cute, because plenty of people think Bitty is cute. Hell, he’s got a vlog - over half his audience call him ‘adorable’ and the rest use words like ‘nice boy’ and ‘such a sweetheart’ 

He carefully retakes, crops and filters his selfies so that he (and whomever he is with) always look their best, and he is aware that he’s got a great body - he has to, what with the hockey and all. 

Not that anyone would know about the great body though, because it’s not like anyone has ever made a damn move to get their hands on it. 

Or so he thinks.

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february 2017 - dan and phil

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first week (1-7): still up on the isle of man for phil’s birthweek! phil goes on a pleasant walk on the beach. accompaniment confirmed by dan howell (and martyn and cornelia). dan fell or something while trying to be an aesthetic hoe (a sprained wrist and knee? sorry my honeybee). dan posts another pic from iom and i don’t know why i’m crying in the club right now? (also he posted a flop of it on twitter…whatever). phil liveshow! (highlights: birthday present haul includes cool shoes from martyn, sock book, rewined candle, cool beetle jumper from parents, sushi gummies from dan (nostalgia from tatinof uk), firefly on blu-ray, terrarium, big lava lamp from dan, basically just spent a lot of time walking on the seaside and stuff for his bday celebrations, dan falling was hilarious and also genuinely concerning, “He’s a tall guy so it’s a long way to fall,” magic 8 ball predicted that a dog is on the horizon ???!!!!???!!!, if he does anything interesting he’ll do more day in the lifes??!!!!?!). another seaside walk picture plz stop. new gaming video: Dan vs. Phil: QUICK DRAW! phil gives us a relaxing video of the lava lamp dan gave him. nailbaiting occurred by phil. dan and nathan zed interacted and i ascended. phil takes pictures of dan a lot and dan likes posting them (aka dan lays on the floor trying to script). new danisnotonfire video: MY EVIL PIANO TEACHER (aka dan playing the piano thank god). phil still has jingle bells stuck in his head. dan liveshow! (highlights: sweaty and sensual dan ://, they help each other film because setting up tripods is for losers when you have your own person, they cried laughing filming the piano video, dan was excited about this sext marcus butler sent him from this video but then realized it was a joke, phil’s birthday week has extended until forever, dan dramatically fell and talked about it for five minutes, has hamilton tickets, he might rebrand to Dan Howell on youtube wow plz, he went to the dentist :/). 

second week (8-15): dan and phil hang out with zoe and meerkats as her wish for make a wish foundation! new gaming video: IS IT PAINFUL TO DIE?! - Dan and Phil play Google Feud #2. phil liveshow! (highlights: dan got phil a signed nude of david boreanaz, when they saw manchester by the sea a man tripped into dans popcorn oops, wow! there were three gas leaks in their house! it’s like the universe is trying to say something! *cough* move, if there are more gas leaks they will have to leave the house for three weeks and they would probs go on holiday…japan plz.., phil has pretty houseplants with pretty flowers, he bought a fluffy coat, loved the meerkats, petbaiting). cute australia pic (i wish i was that kanga). new phil icon which has effectively made me dead? (also accompanying pic) new gaming video: DIL GETS A FREEZE RAY. dan gets wet and sticky with phil in phils bedroom. new amazingphil video: Dan and Phil PASTEL EDITS IN REAL LIFE! (i dont know how to feel? i have been overwhelmed). also dan calls phil hubby but like not really but also really and… why. phil wishes us a happy valentines day with a sloth. dan liveshow! (highlights: i don’t really know dan destroyed gender roles and wore a grey wig and a flower crown and tried to scrape off his tattoos just watch the video plz). another australia selfie :( another belated birthday meal for phil but he ate moss that was attached to his drink (is he just gonna keep turning 30 forever jeez). 

third week (16-23): phil’s parents come to london to visit (no phil liveshow) but during their next liveshows they confirm they saw book of mormon again with the in-laws *cough* parents. new gaming video: IS THIS THE END? Dan and Phil play THE IMPOSSIBLE QUIZ! #6 (twas a good one). there are seagulls outside phil’s windows (side note: hector aka shitty watercolour made a painting of it and the livestream of it was good not that anyone cares). phil spent his weekend watching time lapses of cats when they are home alone. dan threw an entire salad out (aka his agenda to force phil to eat pizza and not get healthy even though phil has signed up for the gym and gone jogging i hate him). new gaming video: HORSE BOYFRIEND SIMULATOR?! - Dan and Phil play: My Horse Prince. phil is a bad lurker irl #confirmed as he tried to watch a couple argue but it didn’t work out that well. dan said chicken instead of ordering coffee at starbucks and now he can’t go to that one anymore. also on the same day someone spotted dan and phil out on a bus wow. dan and phil were watching a property show (moving? stay woke) and saw their merch. dan liveshow! (highlights: pastel beanie: on, curly hair: worn, dick: out, i am forcibly removed from the liveshow, he said chicken because of the cow and chicken theme song stuck in his head what a weirdo, he has a cheeky idea for a video thats important but not really and he doesnt know if hes ready :), he has realized he could murder someone because he just spaces out aka the salad event, they forgot to paint their nails and put in earrings for the pastel edits video wow thats great, asmr, he loves moonlight thank god, he and phil play sing star and are only good at toxic and muse, his reblogs on tumblr don’t mean anything, he had a very long shower). phil keeps buying weird things for their home. phil liveshow! (highlights: storm doris, had a haircut in his house again and it goes without saying dan got one too, liveshow haul, he froze younow is philphobic, seven exo planets and countless universes! phil is so smart, final fantasy is too long for dapg, excited for the oscars, and then that’s it because phil likes to keep his liveshows short). 

week four (24-28): oops i counted the days wrong this week is too short, dan is a sad pimp, new gaming video: BATTLE OF THE BALLS - Dan vs. Phil: Golf With Friends. phil had a cozy day and ate cookies. dan believes moonlight should win for best film as it is the most important (thenks dan howell for my life). phil tries to stay up for the oscars but fails and dan lets us all know. “at least i didn’t fuck up as hard as the 2017 oscars envelope guy”, new gaming video: DIL BURNS THE PANCAKES - Dan and Phil Play: Sims 4 #36, dan didn’t have a liveshow because younow was broken

a nice month. what in februation

Andrew thinks he doesn't like kids. Andrew's wrong.

Andrew doesn’t like children on principle. They’re noisy, excitable, annoying, and regularly deplete the chocolate ice cream supply in his local shop before he can get to it.

So why he is now driving hundreds of miles solely to visit a pair of four-year-olds is anyone’s guess. Although, he has to admit, the blue-eyed man to his right might have something to do with it.

For some reason, Neil adores Dan and Matt’s kids. He met them as babies - crying, sniveling, wrinkly things - and yet was not put off. Andrew can’t understand it. They’re twins, for God’s sake. Double the attention-seeking nuisance. He gets enough of that from the cats. He ended up having pictures of them shoved in his face for the next four years as Neil excitably told him about Willow’s first steps, Clara’s first word, their first baby teeth …

Then Dan and Matt had moved to just a state over, and Matt had started urging Neil to visit.

“No,” Andrew had said firmly, when Neil mentioned it. He should have known something was up when Neil let him put extra syrup on his pancakes that morning. Their coach had been trying to put Andrew on a reduced-sugar diet and, annoyingly, Neil was on the balding man’s side. “We are not driving five hundred miles to visit a couple of kids. If Matt wants you to see them so badly, he can bring them to one of Allison’s stupid Fox reunions.”

Neil had just looked at him for a minute, expression open and eyes so, so blue. “Clara gets nervous around new people. Matt doesn’t think she could handle meeting everyone at once.”

Andrew felt his resolve cracking, but kept his expression stony. Not that it did much good; Neil seems to be able to read him no matter what walls he puts up.

“He also tells me there’s an ice cream parlour near their house which gives you unlimited toppings for two dollars.”

Andrew frowned, and Neil knew he’d won. It was written all over his smug face.

“Is that a yes?” he asked with a cheeky smile.

“I hate you. Yes.”

“I’ll tell Matt we’ll see them next month.”

And so, on the first weekend of the off-season, they stock up the cats’ food and water dispensers that Neil had bought for when they were at away-games, pile into the car, and set off on their trip to visit the Boyd-Wilds household.

“No cigarettes near the kids,” says Neil sternly, tucking the carton away securely in the glove compartment. Andrew scowls but doesn’t protest, and when they next pull up at a gas station he buys four packets of boiled sweets in defiance and sucks on them obnoxiously for the remainder of the journey. Neil glares at him every time the packet rustles, and eventually snags Andrew’s free hand in his own to keep it occupied. Andrew links their fingers together and says nothing, opting to grab a new sweet with his other hand whenever they stop at a red light.

They arrive in the early afternoon, pulling up outside a uniform-looking white house in a row of many others. It’s a quiet neighbourhood, and their car had drawn attention from more than one passer-by on their way here. Andrew swipes the keys from Neil, who had been driving the last leg, and makes sure the car is locked before turning to walk through the gate Neil holds open.

The door is open before they can even think about ringing the bell and a tall figure emerges, carrying a much smaller one in his arms.

“Neil!” exclaims Matt. “And my favourite Minyard. Come on in.”

Andrew narrows his eyes but follows Neil and Matt inside without complaint. Matt sets twin number one down and immediately clasps Neil in a fierce hug, releasing him a second later with a wary glance at Andrew.

Neil rolls his eyes. “Good to see you too, Matt.”

“Looking good, Neil,” calls Dan, emerging slowly with twin number two clutching onto her leg - Clara, Andrew presumes. “What’s all this I hear about you two being signed to the US Court?”

“Nothing, yet,” replies Neil slyly, hopping out of the way as Willow barrels past him. “You shouldn’t put so much stock in what the media says.”

“Right,” says Matt, grabbing his unruly daughter and hoisting her into his arms again. “Like your supposed rivalry for the first few years of your career. Or how you supposedly got married in the Bahamas last year - wait, you didn’t, did you?”

Neil shakes his head with a grin. “Hello,” he says to Willow, who is now taller than him from where she sits in Matt’s arms.

“Hi!” she shouts, wriggling in Matt’s grip until he puts her down. She then proceeds to skip in circles around Neil, who stares at her in bewilderment. Andrew feels a strange sense of smugness.

They haven’t eaten since breakfast, not counting the sweets on Andrew’s part, so Dan makes them each a sandwich as the kids retreat to the garden to play with Matt. From what Andrew can see through the large French windows, they appear to be playing catch with a tennis ball. He shakes his head. There is no escaping the sports junkies. As if to prove this point, Neil goes out to join them at the first opportunity.

Andrew retreats to the living room, taking a seat on one of the large leather couches as he receives a text from Nicky, who has apparently been kept well-informed about their trip by Neil and is now eager to find out if Andrew’s opinion of children has been miraculously changed by what he calls ‘Dan and Matt’s angels’. Andrew is just about to type out a resounding ‘no’ when Clara appears at the door to the room, staring silently at Andrew for a minute before crossing to sit on the sofa with him.

He tilts his head to look at her for a minute, but when she doesn’t make any attempt at conversation he turns back to his phone.

‘Don’t know’, he sends back, just before everyone else piles into the room, loud and excitable. Neil glances at Andrew and Clara on the sofa, curiosity clear on his face, but when they make no move to interact with each other he turns his attention back to Matt and Willow, who appear to be reenacting one of Neil’s impossible goals from the previous season. Andrew hates that Neil doesn’t seem concerned that Andrew is in such close proximity to a small, defenceless, unpredictable child, hates that Neil has so much faith in him when he’s sure Dan and Matt still see him as a monster, and h a t e s the gentle smile that spreads across Neil’s face as he watches Matt and Willow play.

Clara lets out a small laugh when her sister mimes being checked rather dramatically into the wall of the court, but when Andrew turns his gaze to her she looks down again, hugging her knees to her chest in an obvious attempt to make herself smaller. Andrew knows the move well. His hands shake slightly as he’s tugged back into his past as a foster child, and he pulls out a sweet to unwrap to keep himself distracted. He wonders absently if there’s a child out there who’s like him - who’s crying out for help from people who will never understand them. He shakes the thought from his head. He may understand, but he’s in no position to help.

Then he looks at Neil, who rescued two stray cats and coaxed them back to health, who’s now managed to calm Willow down enough to crouch down and talk to her animatedly about something, grins covering both their faces, and he can’t stop the shiver that runs through him. He thinks, what if -

He’s jolted out of his thoughts by the realisation that Clara is looking at him - or, more accurately, she’s looking at the sweet wrapper he’s worrying between his fingers. He blinks, watching her for a moment before pulling out another sweet. He glances across the room, but no one’s looking at them, so he surreptitiously slides the sweet across the surface of the sofa and pulls his hand back, staring forwards the entire time. Clara snatches the sweet up and unwraps it, popping it in her mouth. The next time their eyes meet, she smiles.

By the time Neil’s ready to leave, Clara has visibly relaxed, a smile stuck on her face as her sister teases her and she responds by sticking out a tongue stained yellow from the lemon sherbets. When they’ve all said goodbye, she steps towards Andrew with her arms held out questioningly. He stiffens for a second, then crouches down, allowing her to wrap her arms around him briefly. He almost - almost - mirrors her smile when he sees the shocked looks on Dan and Matt’s faces, but it’s their very presence that prevents it. He instead turns his attention to squashing the warmth blossoming in his chest, but fails miserably when he sees the grin that lights up Neil’s face.

“Don’t even think about it,” he says once they’re back in the car, but his words hold no heat.

Neil just smiles wider. “So, ice cream?”

“Ice cream,” Andrew agrees, reaching for his cigarettes where they lie in the glove compartment. At the last second though, his hand stills, and he reaches for another sweet instead.

After all, there will be no smoking around the kids.

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Petals - Bucky Barnes x Reader

PAIRING: Bucky x Reader

WORD COUNT: 4k+

WARNING: references people being sick A LOT

➳ A soulmate & hanahaki (The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love.) au

[Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to write a soulmate au and figured seen as I’m making a new start on this new blog it’d be a great time to write one. Also I wanted the first thing I post on here to be something good and I’m content with this, it should end up being three parts but that depends on if people want more.]

The name of your soulmate appeared on your wrist when you were thirteen. You’d been overwhelmed by this uncontrollable delirium and a soft sensation passed over your wrist, like fingertips grazing your skin, and as they passed on they left the name ‘Steve Rogers’ printed in their wake.

You first met your soulmate when you were twenty four, it had felt like an eternity really but in the end it seemed to become worthy of all those years, years full of staring at the name ‘Steve Rogers’ on your wrist, tracing the bumpy letters on your wrist and revelling in the way your heart would stutter every now and again at the thought of him. Never did you think that the Steve Rogers on your wrist would be the Captain America though.

And you were twenty five when you found out that you weren’t his soulmate. The memory of that day was fresh and clear, it was early December and you were sat in your freezing cold studio apartment looking through pictures of Steve and your other friends. There was a smile on your face that didn’t match the unrelenting coldness of the month that had already begun to settle, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth filling your chest as you went through the pictures. Pictures of you and Steve out on walks, making funny faces, the memories of convincing him to take the pictures were what had you smiling the most.

You loved him. You loved Steve Rogers so much that one look at his toothy smile had you soaring up in the heavens, bliss being the only thought you have, that and how much you love Steve Rogers. But the thing about love is that it’s very fickle, working in funny ways. On one hand it can be a beautiful and thrilling thing, but then on the other it can also be inhumane, barbarous, mercilessly slicing apart hearts with an already blood stained sword so sharp it doesn’t even let you take a second breath before all the air leaves your lungs. And that edged sword got to you on that particular night, being as unforgiving as expected.

Pain had suddenly spread to your limbs, causing you to throw down your phone onto the floor which still showed the nicest picture of you and Steve, you staring at him smiling and him looking back for once, you looked down at the name written on your wrist in letters shaped much like how you would write them. Every other time you’ve looked at that name you felt only elation, but on that day there was only stinging dread passing through the underneath of your skin until it reached your stomach and began to swirl strangely.

That’s when you noticed it, the discoloration of the words, the solid black beginning to fade. “Why is it- why is it red?” You croaked out, rubbing at the letters but quickly giving up and pressing your hand against the your aching belly.

Steve’s face was still clear in your mind - bright smile, smooth blond hair that he styled to what he liked rather than what the 20th century would want, timid blue eyes, playful lips that hid behind them plenty of sarcastic comments - it was all so incredibly painful and you were in love, so in love.

That was the first night you threw up flower petals.

After it happened all you could do was stare at your lap with confusion, throat tight as you observed the vivid petals that were now scattered around your figure on top of your bed. Picking one of the petals up, you got a closer look at them, finger tips caressing the petals smoothness. You quietly wished that the petals beauty didn’t have to be associated with the same despair that was burning your lungs and causing your hands to shake restlessly.

They were carnation petals. Radiant and soft, filled with all the love that was never destined to fill your heart. Because Steve wasn’t yours. It turned out that he was never meant to be yours.

***

Three years later and you’d finally learnt why your soulmate’s name had turned red, it was because of a rather charming lady named Sharon Carter. You had no reason to hate her at all, and yet during hers and Steve’s engagement party you couldn’t bare to look in her direction.

You’d stayed by Steve’s side for most of the night, your connection to him making it almost impossible for you to refuse the impulsive desire to be in his proximity at all times. There was so much about him that you desired; the way he always smelt like a cabin in the woods, the way his smile was so familiar to you after years of staring at it, making traces in your mind so that when you weren’t near him you could imagine up the perfect replica, your mood instantly brightened by the image.

“Fate did it again,” Sam Wilson began to cheer, raising his glass up after finishing the speech that you’d easily ignored, not desiring to hear the story of your soulmates profound connection with another woman.

Everyone yelled in agreement, glasses rising everywhere and faces turning to stare at Steve. Sharon was sat on his right but you were sat on his left, making it easy for you to pretend in your head that they were raising the glasses in celebration of yours and Steve’s connection instead. Or at least you could until they all chorused, “to the soulmates, Steve and Sharon.” Breaking the marvellous dream you’d gotten lost in up until that point.

You did not cheer along but you did raise your glass for a quick second, toasting more to your official transformation into a glitch, before downing the champagne flute in it’s entirety.

It sounded stupid, but you’d actually been holding onto hope that maybe somehow you could get the writing to go back to black and just maybe Steve could become your soulmate. The hope had come in like the tide would, smoothly drawing itself closer and closer to your shores and filling you, but it was quick to fall back, taking with it any remnants of light you once possessed as the tide would scrape away the surface of any beach. Painfully slow, the pain making it clear just how real your situation was.

Once the yelling was done Steve turned to you, that bright smile of content glowing on his slightly sweaty face, the space in the Avenger’s tower now clumped full of people that were relevant to Steve and Sharon’s life in some way.

“You look so awkward right now,” you laughed at him.

His smile didn’t falter, a sign that your friendship was still as solid as ever because it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to banter. “I asked Tony if we could do a small celebration, only I forgot that Tony doesn’t know the meaning of the words ‘small celebration’.”

“Then this is your fault really,” a waiter walked by and Steve grabbed two more of the champagne flutes, handing one to you. You guessed that he was trying to use the alcohol (as ineffective as it may be on him) to push down some of his nerves, meanwhile you were using it to push down the lump of petals that had been at the bottom of your throat the entire night. “He really did invite everyone,” you murmured, eyes returning to the crowd in front of you, “including your postman.”

“What, really?”

His eyes had followed where yours had travelled and you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled past your lips, though you did try by placing your hand in front of your lips. “Made you look.” You commented, welcoming the joking glare Steve threw your way.

He took another sip of the champagne, a drink more suited to Tony’s taste than Steve’s but he knew that Sharon was a fan of it so the star-spangled man did not complain, especially because you’d already revealed that the engagement present you’d bought was one of his favourite whiskey’s.

“I’m glad you came, Y/N, this night wouldn’t be nearly as fun for me.” Steve blurted out, making that cursed feeling sizzle at the bottom of your belly. His words inspiring too much hope that he did actually love you. Now every time you became hopeful you were hit with the image of the black names stamped on Steve’s and Sharon’s wrist.

“You know I’m always here for you.” The words passed through your lips with ease because they were the truest thing you could possibly say, another curse that came with being a glitch. No matter what he did to you or other people, you would forever be by his side, saying yes to his every whim. “Always.” You whispered afterward, a reminder of your tie to the man who would never love you as much as you loved him.

“And yet you won’t let me be there for you,” he said, making you turn your head towards him in confusion because, as far as you were aware, you gave him everything. Every part of you and all the things that you could offer as perks. “Why won’t you let me help you find your soulmate? All Tony needs is the name and then he can find them.”

Except that, you gave Steve everything but the truth about the name on your wrist. You could never tell Steve about that.

“I just want you to be happy.” His last words were full of meaning and the tone which laced around what he said easily broke your resolve, the pain threatening to take over, making you realise that no matter how hard you try to keep a clean facade it will never be enough to bury your feelings in front of Steve’s affectionate eyes, genuine and dripping with concern.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, voice monotonous to cover up what you were truly feeling. You’d told so many lies to Steve by this point that they passed your lips far too easily now. “I want to do this alone.”

Steve looked down, smile completely gone as he pursed his lips in a tight line that matched the way your lips were. “I don’t want you to.”

Ever since the moment when you first met Steve you knew he was far too kind. Ever since you met him all he’d done was try his hardest to help you in anyway I can, much like how he would with every friend. But for you this wasn’t being nice, Steve was killing you with kindness and you could barely handle it anymore. You rushed to hand him your champagne though he’s confused by your actions so he reacts slower than you’d like. “I need to go to the bathroom,” you reveal after he finally took the flute, “I’ll be right back.”

You’d barely given Steve time to react before you performed a vanishing act in your high heels, making your way over to the bathroom and feeling especially relieved when you found it unoccupied. It took you seconds to collapse inside of the bathroom, falling against the toilet as petals burst from your mouth, your stomach emptying itself instantaneously.

The numbness gained from getting all the petals out is brief but alleviating, and for a short while you’re able to pretend that there’s no tightness around your heart whilst the petals continued to pour out, making you feel light and dizzy as the relief that comes from the flowers mitigates the pain for a few seconds. You weren’t sure how much time exactly you spent inside that bathroom surrounded by yellow carnations which had previously been built up in your stomach thanks to the engagement party. You only realised that you’d stopped throwing up the petals when the swell of pain returned back in your stomach, sharply pressing against your insides like razors rather than petals.

You began to glare at your right hand, the red print on your skin covered to others but far too visible to you. Always far too visible. You hated it so much. You hated how in summer you had to cover it up with gauze and how you’re only ever allowed to wear long sleeved dressed, and you especially hated how shameful the red print was. You wondered how destiny could be so cruel, not holding any kind of clemency against those that it chooses to bear the red words for the rest of their lives.

All you were was a glitch, and such a word always had you feel dry and raw on the tip of your tongue, the truth still so impossible to accept even after you bered the secret for years. The secret being that you were a glitch in fate, condemned to love from afar, doomed to accept the fact that your feelings were never going to be reciprocated, that your heart will always long for a missing piece that you won’t find in your lifetime.

It’s weird how the words in red changed your perception of life. How your innocent feelings for Steve turned into something much more intense and arduous, a desperate longing that came with the mark of a soulmate which is only satisfied in the moment when you find the person that also holds your own name on their hands. There would not be such a climax for you because you were a glitch, a name lost in the wind and never imprinted on someones skin.

Eventually you force yourself to get up, cleaning the bathroom by flushing down all the evidence of your disease. That’s the one good thing about being a glitch, it was easy to hide. All you need to do is keep the name covered and the petals out of sight; the only times the disease got hard to keep hidden was when you were with Steve.

You were surprised to find Natasha silently standing outside of the bathroom, blank eyes finding yours as she lifted her head to look at you, she proceeded to nod her head towards the empty balcony. When she spoke to your her voice was low, the tone sounding almost bored as she dragged out the words. “Come on, I’ll get you a strong drink.”

You don’t say anything to her, knowing that with Natasha there was no need to as she knew what you were going through better than anyone else in the party.

Natasha takes the lead through the swarm of fashionable guest whilsts you kept your concentration completely on the sight of the bar, slightly crowded against the other side of the grand room. Natasha placed her hand on your lower back when you approached the wooden counter, keeping you steady but not asking you to speak, instead she just orders the drinks. It was because she understood that your voice wouldn’t be out of use for a little bit longer, your throat probably raw and broken after all of the petals that had spilled out of your throat. As soon as the drink was in your hand you were quick to sip from it, sucking on an ice cube to cool down your burning throat. “Fuck,” you hiss once the sip was swallowed, “that’s strong.”

The tip of Natasha’s lip rose up, as she took a seat on one of the stools whilst guiding you onto the other. “Don’t worry, one glass won’t turn you into a sloppy drunk.”

“I’ll probably need another one of these,” you think out loud, infatuated by the idea of losing your mind in a glass of some unknown but very strong alcoholic beverage.

“No,” Natasha replied calmly, drinking out of her glass with a smoothness that comes from years of drinking strong liquors, building up an immunity. “I’m not dragging your drunk, crying ass out of here.”

“Ouch,” you muttered, hiding your smile behind the glass whilst taking another sip. Conversation had died down and a comfortable silence stretched between you and your unlikely friend you’d made after meeting Steve. It’s a welcoming peace amongst the buzzing excitement that always seemed to vibrate around the rest of the avengers, you’re casual and quiet behaviour too dull compared to the vibrancy Thor and Tony seemed to possess on these occasions.

It had you wondering if Natasha ever felt that way, feeling locked in as she was incapable of sharing the passion that is brimming around her, only able to focus on her own matters as she ignores the sickness of love that was always heavy in the air. But one look at her face made you realise that she probably doesn’t even care, and the jealousy that suddenly curses through you is so sharp even Natasha seemed to feel it, turning towards you to give you a curious look. “Spill,” she said, finishing her drink in one gulp.

You couldn’t hold back the words that spilled from your mouth, far too curious. “Dd it hurt?” Natasha seemed slightly startled, and that might have been the strongest emotion you’d seen on her face in years. “The surgery,” you cleared up, heart beating nervously as you realised that it may have been a sensitive subject, but as per usual she looked barely fazed.

“They all the pain away, Y/N. So no, it didn’t hurt.” Even though Natasha didn’t seem affected at all, even ordering another drink, you had a feeling of dread faintly tugging at the inside of your chest. Memories of Natasha’s wide smile and quiet yet vibrant laugh still fresh in your mind and very much missed. All that is left of her after the surgery is a mere shell of what she used to be, a rougher facade that sometimes glinted with the ghost of a smile and half hearted laughter. But Natasha isn’t suffering anymore, she got rid of all the pain that came with being a glitch even though it meant sacrificing every single feeling in the process.

“What do you feel for him now?” You prodded further, carefully watching her reaction for any inclination that you’d gone too far.

“For Clint?” There was no emotion in her voice as she pronounced the name of the person that used to be tattooed on her skin, sharp letters in bright red. The name had completely vanished, after the surgery the name had turned fainter and fainter until the letters were completely gone. “I’m happy for him, I guess. Laura is a nice girl, and they look pretty good together.”

“Did you ever tell him?”

Natasha glanced briefly at you, beginning to look slightly tired of your questions, “no way. It’s not that I care, but I know he’d beat himself up for it. He never asked when he found out that I was a glitch, and I’m glad he never prodded.”

You nodded quietly, “sometimes I think about telling him, you know,” you say softly, biting down onto your lip when your heart began to jump against your ribcage. “My delusional brain likes to believe there’s still a chance. That fate got it wrong, somehow. That maybe he loves me and not her, down down.” You couldn’t stop the bitter smile on your face as your own thoughts came out of your mouth, even as you said them you realised how unrealistic they were.

“I’m not going to lie, when I first saw you two together I thought you could be soulmates.” At her words you tensed up and she seemed to notice your distress straight away, fidgeting on her spot. “Sorry. I forget to be tactful sometimes.”

“You always used to pick your words so carefully,” you gave her a dejected smile, one that she doesn’t return. “Don’t you ever miss it thought?”

Natasha blinked at you, confused, looking at you straight in the eye. “Miss what?”

“Being love. Feeling things so intensely.”

She seems to mull your words for a moment, eyes gazing at the liquid in her glass before trailing upward, stopping on something and so you look that way too. Clint stands on the other side of the room, drink in hand. When you turn back to Natasha you feel like you see her eyes turn melancholic for a second, sparkling faintly before the gleam is gone, but then you convince yourself that it was just your imagination.

When she finally answered, her voice came out almost fragile, a ghost of the old Natasha Romanoff resurfacing in the forlorn quirk of her lips. “I’m not even sure what missing feels like.”

The two of you settled in a comfortable silence after that, you forcing the putrid drink down your throat so that you could get the pain to be numbed by the buzz of alcohol if only for a moment. You didn’t know what was going through Natasha’s mind and you never did really. It was still hard for you to imagne what it must be like to have all emotions taken away. As a glitch though you understood more than most the need to have it taken away, but for you there was always fear stopping you.

As you dismayed in that silence, your eyes often scanned your surroundings. Perhaps you were making sure that Steve and Sharon weren’t anywhere near, or perhaps you were looking for something else.

Though you weren’t sure what that something else was, you found it in the form of James Buchanan Barnes. The encounter didn’t fully bloom into something else in that moment, but it was the start. Like a matchstick when it first grates it’s way across the rough texture of the matchbox, the beginnings of flames blossoming but not executing a full flame. No that came after after two or three more times of being struck. In this situation you were the matchstick, and Bucky was the matchbox.

You’d heard of Bucky from Steve plenty of times beforehand but you had never met the damaged soldier as he was a bit of a introvert. An introvert to the point of hiding himself away from most people whenever he possibly could, you assumed that this engagement party was not one of those occasions.

His eyes were a blue you’d rarely seen. They were bluer than Steve’s and had your mind conjuring up a number of new metaphors, though most of the words you could think of had already been wasted on metaphors for Steve’s eyes.

Bucky seemed to be staring back at you but you couldn’t truly be sure as he was hidden in the shadows of the corner of the room, long brown hair falling in front of his face in a way that hid his eyes very well. But the shadows nor the hair could hide what he was playing with in his hands, it looked to be a familiar shape but that wasn’t what truly gave it a way. It was the colour that had you recognising what was in his hands instantly. It was the petal off of a carnation flower, a yellow petal.

The drink you had in your hand was spilled instantaneously, slipping out of your weakened grasp and falling onto the floor with a loud smash that had your surprised condition announced to everyone. It felt like the entire world was looking at you then and there, you simply had no choice but to run away despite Natasha’s disgruntled moans about your surprise attack.

As if the urge to throw up more petals wasn’t already taking control of your instincts, placing you instantly into panic mode, the compulsion only worsened as you slapped your body into Sharon’s.

She was as kind as ever, placing her hands around your shoulders and checking to see if you were okay. But her hands felt like fire pressed flush against your skin, melting the layers of skin and scolding your bones, the pain flowing it’s way through your body as easy as blood passing through veins. Impulsively you cast her hands aside, having to force the words ‘I’m sorry’ as you ran past. In reality you wanted to scream at her, possibly murder her because she won. Even if it was never a game, she’d won the life you would now only be capable of dreaming of. But what use was such a dream when you’d have to wake up to a living nightmare?

Steve looked extremely concerned when you passed him, the petals already weighing down your tongue.

You had to get out.

No one could see the petals.

Even as you thought those things heavy doubt fell on your shoulders. Bucky knew, and you didn’t know him well enough to figure out if he’d go around telling everyone. You couldn’t even decipher what that show in the bar was meant to be, a threat? A show of understanding? Either way your mind had jumped to the worst possible scenario and it had you running out of the avengers building as fast as your feet would allow you.

Once outside you went to find the most private place you could to finally let the petals be freed once again. That would have been the fifth time that day.

What If I Kissed You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N Y/L/N, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Brianna Buckmaster  

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: A few adultish thoughts, Drunkish!Jensen, tipsy!reader, not much. Mostly fluff.      

Word Count: 1700ish

A/N: So I have been writing a lot of angst lately for my series and for and for angst day (yep I am gonna make y’all cry that day). So I kinda needed a change of pace. When I heard Temecula Road’s What if I Kissed You this one shot popped into my mind.

Thanks a billion to the bestest little sister in the world @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this one for me

Note hate against Danneel - I love her. For the purpose of this fic Jensen is single. 

Being around Y/N on set was bad enough, but tonight it was down right impossible for Jensen to focus on anything else but her. It was a beautiful night in Rome. All his friends, well work friends, were there. Misha and Jared were laughing and talking about something right next to him, but Jensen didn’t pay attention to them at all.

His eyes were solely fixated on Y/N and the way she was laughing and dancing with Brianna. Hell, he couldn’t even hear the music over the sound of her bell like laughter ringing in his ears. He was drunk and not only on the “apple juice”  he had been drinking all day, but on her. She filled his senses and Jensen allowed his mind to wander as he watched how the short summer dress she was wearing clung to her curves in all the right places. Her tanned skin was almost shining in the lights of the club and her hair was swaying with her every movement. She looked happy and free.

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Pen Pals - Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean wants to take the relationship to another level. Would the Reader want to take that risk or will she back out?

Word Count: 1.8kish

Warnings: AU, Fluff, Light Cursing

Author’s Note: Here is the second part of Pen Pals! If you want to catch up, read the first part here –> Part One. I hope you guys like this chapter. I’m sorry for not posting it fast enough. Life got in the way and I had to stop everything for a cool minute. I hope you enjoy this and feedback is always welcomed!!


Chapter Two: Long Distance Relationship

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lettiekim  asked:

Hiii the story you wrote about Andrew and Neil that I asked for awhile ago was awesome even though I know it was a hard one. I was wo dering if you can do 98 about Ronan and Adam?

(that is SWEET and also I bastardized your prompt a little >:))

98: “I want to thank you for putting up with me. I know that I’m not the easiest person to get along with.” 

He’s locking up the repair shop with his arms full of backpack and keys clamped between his teeth when someone honks behind him. He startles so hard that everything landslides down onto springy wet grass.

“Sorry!” Gansey calls, head popped outside of what must be the pig, if Adam could see past the dizzy glare of the headlights. “I’m in a bit of a hurry. You’d better come sit down.”

Adam breathes deep, mentally slicing his evening into pieces like he always does when an expensive car rolls up and his name is called. He stoops over to gather the textbooks spilling out of his bag, the scatter of his few precious pens and his bike lock.

When he looks up, Gansey’s switched on his high beams to passive aggressively hurry him along. He slows down a little out of halfhearted spite.

Adam tucks his backpack through the headrests to the backseat and then leans into the front of the car to look at Gansey expectantly. He’s making a face that’s about as close to a grimace as a Gansey can get.

“Ronan ran away.”

Adam blinks. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Gansey breathes. Adam feels his newborn worry ebb and blink out.

“Well he’s at home, then. He’s not going to run far from the Barns.”

“That’s what I’d imagined, but he’s nowhere on Lynch property. Blue and I went on a merry hunt all afternoon.”

Adam feels his chest kick and fight and try to make a scene. “And you didn’t tell me until now?” He hates that his voice sounds like the raw insides of undercooked meat, like he’s delicate and bloody.

“Well we thought it was fixable, and you were at work—“

“I’m always at work, Gansey, and it’s never deterred you before. If my— if Ronan really did disappear—“

“He did,” Gansey says emphatically, and Adam frowns.

“Opal—“

“Knocked on my door at 6 am this morning holding this.” He produces a sheet of torn off looseleaf from his breast pocket and hands it to Adam gingerly.

Adam unfolds it.

Tell Adam I’m sorry.

He looks up, swallowing. Gansey’s watching him closely, obviously trying to gauge a response.

“At least he’s started apologizing,” he says weakly, a thin needle of hurt pinning his words together.

“It doesn’t seem like he’s starting anything,” Adam says, his anger and worry taking each other by the throat. “He’s giving up.”

“I think,” Gansey says, “that he’s very bad at grieving.”

“No one’s good at grieving. Not that you’ve ever had to know.”

Gansey recoils. He has a flighty look on his face like he would very much like to abandon this conversation if it weren’t taking place in his most prized possession. “I’m not the one that left, Adam,” he says pointedly, and Adam swears, apologizes, and climbs into the passenger seat.

“Take me to the Barns.”

Gansey looks at him sideways, and Adam would have the pity in his eyes for a punching bag. “He really isn’t there.”

“I know,” Adam says impatiently, “I’m going to steal his car.”

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Wings of Butterflies

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

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


Who knew the South of France could be boring?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why?

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

So he called.

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

“Hello?”

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❝ It’s impossible not to love me ❞

Plot: You and your boyfriend Yoongi are at Gayo Daejun and he shows a lot of skinship. 

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 1,6k+

Genre: Fluffy 

For @tairn13, I hope you like it! -M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

It was a day like any other for you and your group, except that for the first time you got out of the car with your boyfriend.  

Now it’s been months that the media knew of your relationship, but you never appeared at a public event together. Not if that event were the Gayo Daejun, so important to shake your legs just at the thought.  

“Y/N, breathe. You look like you’re about to die. ”  

“Sorry, sorry… It’s that I’m afraid. ”  

“Of what? You look beautiful tonight. “He murmured in a tone almost flatterer, winking at you;” Indeed… you’re even too beautiful and sexy. “ He added, biting his lower lip with malice, bursting out laughing because of your gaze.  

You bowed your head your own thighs, covered by the black fabric of the dress you were wearing and you bit your tongue not to answer them in kind.  

Yoongi loved to tease you like that and you couldn’t ever figure out how to react. Indeed that night he was even more upbeat than usual, and your hands clasped seemed glued together.  

“Yoongi, we’re here.”  

“So Jagi?  

"Let go of my hand..” You hummed looking out the window, knowing that the cars behind you hosted yours and his friends.  

Yoongi’s gaze slid mischievous on your body, shaking his head and then opening the car’s door. The blue suit he wore that night was so good that for a moment you have enchanted by his beauty.  

Only his delicate touch on your hand brought you awaken and like a gentleman he was holding your hand and helped you get off the car.  

Immediately he laid his hand on your hips as you approach him without leaving even one centimeter of space between your two bodies. Even with heels, you were lower than him, your meter and fifty had never been a problem for you, and his presence at your side could totally brighten you up.  

“I repeat… you’re too beautiful tonight, ” He whispered into your ear, gently touching your skin with the tip of his nose.  

His hot breath stroked your neck and a thrill ran through your back, but with your great effort, you got to not let go any moans from your lips.  

“THERE, THERE!!” your best friend, as well as bandmates, yelled, getting you two and giving a loud kiss onto your cheek.  

You greeted them all with a huge smile and a bow, addressed to the other members of BTS because anyway they were your sunbeam and respect was really important.  

Finally, you began to walk along the velvet carpet laid out for the occasion, you along side Yoongi while the others were in front of you.  

The smile didn’t leave for a second your lips and Yoongi loved to see you so happy. And for one night, he decided to be what usually he was into intimacy with you, because he knew that somehow it was what you wanted.  

He stopped, making stop you too, in front of some photographers and holding his hand firmly on your side began to greet them, allowing them to take pictures of you two.  

“YOONGI, YOU TWO LOOK BEAUTIFUL TONIGHT!” Shouted one of the photographers, making you blush completely.  

“Isn’t it? But I think she’s the most beautiful of the two tonight. Although I admit that jealousy is eating me alive. ”  

His answer made all of them burst out laughing and you could both do but remain silent, completely surprised by his behavior.  

It was an idea of your manager to get together at the party, by pure publicity, but he seemed to enjoy the moment.  

“Can you kiss her for us? Your photos together are what everyone is calling for! ”  

“N–” you were to answer when his hand leaned against the back of your neck, making you turn toward him.  

His lips were on your moments later. They were hot, though the temperature that night, and immediately began to ask to yours to blend in with them. Despite the surprise, you began to reciprocate that kiss that wasn’t innocent, but passionate as those exchanged in the privacy of your bedroom.  

Your legs shuddered and when he moved slightly away from your lips he had to hold you up because that kiss had been a real act of betrayal.  

“Are you okay babe?” He asked with a small amused smile.  

“N-No..” You whispered with the voice hoarse with emotion.  

He winked, waved at the photographers, still in total turmoil, and joined his friends, who were waiting at the entrance of the huge building that hosted the event.  

“Did you have to kill her in that way?” Hoseok asked, chuckling delightedly.  

“I love to kiss her. Why hold me? ” He replied and you raised your eyes to heaven, even if oddly you loved the Yoongi of that night.  

                               ___

The evening was continued with joy, all the performances were great and Yoongi never missed an opportunity to show you to the cameras. Hugs, stolen kisses, his hands always in contact with your skin, the whispers into your ear. He never missed an opportunity of touching you and show some pda in public.

He was incredibly proud to say to be your boyfriend and that left you bewildered. The private Yoongi, the guy you loved for almost a year, was another person that night.  

“Yoongi… are you okay? ”  

“Huh?”  

“You’re all … Skinship and public displays of affection. ” You point out, while his smile widened and his hand ended up on your shoulders, discovered due to the cut of the dress.  

“Don’t you like it?”  

“Obviously.. But you’ve never been that way. ”  

“True.. But you’re so and for tonight I want to make you happy. ” He murmured and the sincerity of his words struck you completely, threatening to make you cry.  

You leaned gently your hand on his cheek, moving towards to him and touching his lips with yours. You didn’t care that others look at you or took a photo, you just wanted to kiss him.  

“And this?”  

“I wanted to kiss you, that’s all.”  

                                  ___

Y/F/N continued to yell into your ear, as she attempted to reach the notes only Jimin seemed able to reach, while with a huge smile you observed the performance of the BTS.  

Performance that ended too soon for your tastes, but fortunately they didn’t send them off the stage but the two MC began talking with them and ask what they had in store for their fans.  

“Yoongi, tonight you’re here with your girlfriend, right?”  Baekhyun asked, provoking you another wave of embarrassment. Hide behind your friends was unnecessary because the lights were already focused on you and the only thing you could do was greet the cameras and smiling.  

“Yes, we’re here together Sunbae.”  

“You get along well! Your secret?? ”  

“Be in love.” Yoongi hummed with shyly smile and even if you were far from him you knew that his cheeks were stained pink and his gummy smile would make an appearance. “Y/N understands my needs and even though we are completely opposite, she’s still with me. Then look at her.. How can I not feel lucky with a girl like her? ” He added, trying to catch his breath and triggering yet another wave of the spotlight on you.  

“In fact, she’s really gorgeous!”  

“Yeah and she’s mine. That’s my girlfriend … It’s like a dream. ” He admitted running a hand through his black hair, making whistle Namjoon and Hoseok who had teased him.  

Meanwhile, you were in utter embarrassment, so when they returned to their seats close to yours, you tightened his hand and you dismissed from the spotlight.  

Walk on high heels was difficult, especially with the split of the dress which threatened to make you stumble, but you needed to speak to him.  

You Loved his attention but didn’t want him to act in a different way just because you loved displays of affection.  

Coming into a dressing room, you didn’t know who it was, you tightened your arms onto your chest looking at him seriously.  

“What is it, baby?”  

“I don’t want you to be who you aren’t.” It was the only thing that you whispered, looking into his eyes.  

“Do you think this is not who I am??”  

“You hate these things.”  

“But I love you.” He Noted, making you jump for the umpteenth time. Rarely he admitted his feelings openly and that, like the others, he managed to melt you totally. Your heart melted and you could not do anything to stop him.  

“Y/N.. What I said on stage is real. I’m lucky, damn lucky. ”  

“Also I..But… it’s just … ”  

“Baby, shut up and get back from the others, or they could think that we’re doing something dirty.” He giggled, taking your hand and as he approached the door.  

“Yoongi?”  

“Huh, baby?” He asked into a breath, stopping with his other hand on the handle of the door; “What’s the matter?”  

“I love you too.”  

“I know, it’s impossible not to love me.” He winked at you, with that smile to take the breath away and you never tired of seeing onto his loveable lips.  

And it was true, it was impossible to not love him.

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pairing: jughead jones x reader

word count: 1139

request: Hiya! Love your blog! Maybe a jughead one where he is dating you but is more in love with Betty than he is with you. He tells you this and just a lot of angst. Thanks!!

warning: there’s a curse word in this, if anyone cares. also this is super depressing, yikes, sorry.

On that fateful day, there were three things you knew for certain.

The first, was that you were in love with Jughead Jones.

You really wish you could just say it was a stupid, teenage infatuation— a high school boyfriend that was nothing serious, but every time you looked at him you felt something that you couldn’t even place into words. Every time you saw his face in the hallways, pictures, down the street, in the distance, or up close— your heart would light up in some way. You remembered that looking at him when you first met felt like your heart was full of Christmas lights. You remembered very clearly, the feeling of sitting across from him at Pop’s, each of you doing your own thing, but sometimes you would look up at him and notice how beautiful he looked when he was concentrating: blue eyes reflecting computer screen colors, biting his soft lip harshly. Even worse, when he looked up at you and smiled.

You couldn’t help it: he was your first everything. Your first kiss, your first boyfriend, first everything. Sure, he was not the first person to call you beautiful, but he was the first person who made you believe it. He would often find you sitting on the roof of his tiny room at the drive-in, crying. You would always say it was because of the movie, but he would always know when it wasn’t. He would bring his hand up to your face, the pad of his thumb wiping a stray tear away. He gave you such a fierce look of sincerity in his eyes when he said it, “You’re so beautiful,” it was impossible not to believe him.

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Full of Surprises

Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: none really.      

Word Count: 1003 (exact cause I know steph - sorry bout the 3 girl!)

A/N: This is for one of the best people I have met on tumblr. She is the first friend I gained on here and she has put up with my ass ever since. It’s your birthday Stepie so I am gonna say this even if it is gonna make you barf. I love you so so much <3 Happy birthday @torn-and-frayed Hope you enjoy your Jensen you impossible woman ;)

Psst the aesthetic I promised you is at the bottom of the fic. It is kinda a give away so I hid it :P

Thanks a billion to the sweet @impala-dreamer for betaing this one for me <3 I owe you one Beka!

“Jensen! You missed the turn,” you scolded as Jensen blew past your street and continued into town.

“No I didn’t,” Jensen merely replied, making your blood boil. You knew he had wanted the two of you to go out on your birthday and make some big deal out of you turning 30. You had steadfastly refused. It was just another birthday and you hated all the fuss. You didn’t wanna be the center of attention all night long. Your idea of a perfect birthday was sitting in front of the tv, eating pizza with your boyfriend. You knew Jensen knew that and you couldn’t believe he didn’t wanna accept it.  

“Don’t make me jump out of a moving car, Jensen. Take me home,” you warned him, just enough anger in your voice for him to nervously shift in his seat.

“You don’t wanna go home, babe,” he answered you in a slightly shaky voice.

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Research

Characters:  Sam x Reader

Summary:  Research leads to more between Sam and reader.  Basically a little plot, a little poetry and some good old fashioned smut.

Word Count:  2313

Warning:  Smut, language.  Sorta rough sex.

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom.

Research

It’s a Thursday night and you are seated at an enormous table in a public library after hours. And no, you didn’t enter through the front door. The method of entry for you and Sam had been a window around back that Sam had managed to open with his pocket knife. Because that’s how hunters roll.

Sam is seated across from you. Books are stacked all around, piled high. Dean, the lucky bastard, is staking out the apartment where the suspect lives. You, however, drew the short end of the stick and are stuck doing research for the next ten billion hours. At least, that’s what it feels like.  

The upside is that between paragraphs, you can sneak peaks at Sam Winchester. The way his eyebrows draw together as he concentrates, the way his hair falls down to cover his face as he reads, it does things to you. Fucking hell, it doesn’t’ help that he’s wearing his Fed getup. That white button down shirt? Jesus Christ. It makes your cheeks feel hot in a cool room, your stomach does somersaults. He always has this effect on you, he just doesn’t seem to realize it. Which only serves to make him more desirable.

Blowing out the lungful of air that you’ve been holding in, you force yourself to return to the centuries-old text in front of you. It smells comforting, old leather and musty pages. As much as you hate research, you have a fondness for books. Fiction is more your speed. When it comes to research, you’d prefer some wifi and Google. Ancient lore, unfortunately, isn’t usually found with a few keystrokes.  

Okay, time to concentrate. Grabbing another book from the stack to your left, you quickly scan the table of contents. A chapter labeled ‘Kamadeva’ catches your eye. Flipping quickly to the right chapter, you read the text. Hmm, this sounds like it could be useful.

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only fools fall for you (I’m a fool)

pairing: jikook

rating: nc16

genre: soulmate au, angst & fluff, implied smut

a/n: for day 7 of #jikook fluff week <3 combining the name tattoo au with this song & post! yall might wanna grab a fluffy bolster/stuffed toy to hug :^))) ahh I’m not even sure this came out coherent omg anyway, comments and notes are very much appreciated u ____ u please enjoy~

summary: “Those who pretend as if they don’t love you,

are the ones who would hate to see you love another person.”

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The Price of Privilege - Part 5 (A Kyungsoo Series)

Genre: Angst / Romance / Arranged Marriage / Royalty AU

Characters: Kyungsoo X You

Description: The time has come to marry the man your family has selected to take your hand. As royalty these important matters are arranged for you, but when you meet your soon to be husband, he is nothing like you expected.

The Price of Privilege: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, Part 6



The name written on that post it note had its own judging eyes. It looked up at you with contempt. You could feel the hatred scrawled out in that hand, the hard lines of the letters, the quick stabs at the paper that scratched at your skin with each pass your eyes took over the message.

“You–did this?” Your question felt weak and you hated the vulnerability in your own voice.

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The emergency room is warm, the heat spitting out through the vents on the ceiling, but Harry can’t stop shaking no matter how tightly he wraps his winter jacket around him, his fingertips cold and his breathing uneven. The fluorescent lights above him cast a yellow shadow across the room, the one to the far left flickering every so often. It’s distracting, but not in the way he’d like it to be, and every time it blinks off, he flinches, wishing it would stay on, or off, one way or the other.

It’s all one, big cinematic cliche. Harry can’t fathom that this is actually happening, that he isn’t on the other side of the screen at the theater, trying to imagine what it would be like.

He doesn’t have to imagine.

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