this seems like the obvious answer

anonymous asked:

im a bi girl and I dress on the more feminine side. How do I let people know, specifically girls that I am bi?

Hi there!

I answered a similar ask a little while ago, and you might find it helpful:

You sound like you might still wish to dress femininely, though, and you seem to want it to be obvious, so my best bet is a simple bracelet with the bi flag, pins, buttons, patches etc.!

Good luck!

- Mod Elena 🌻

How high can you count on your fingers?

How high can you count on your fingers? It seems like a question with an obvious answer. After all, most of us have ten fingers, or to be more precise, eight fingers and two thumbs. This gives us a total of ten digits on our two hands, which we use to count to ten.

It’s no coincidence that the ten symbols we use in our modern numbering system are called digits as well. But that’s not the only way to count. In some places, it’s customary to go up to twelve on just one hand. How? Well, each finger is divided into three sections, and we have a natural pointer to indicate each one, the thumb. That gives us an easy to way to count to twelve on one hand.

And if we want to count higher, we can use the digits on our other hand to keep track of each time we get to twelve, up to five groups of twelve, or 60.

Better yet, let’s use the sections on the second hand to count twelve groups of twelve, up to 144.

That’s a pretty big improvement, but we can go higher by finding more countable parts on each hand. For example, each finger has three sections and three creases for a total of six things to count. Now we’re up to 24 on each hand.

And using our other hand to mark groups of 24 gets us all the way to 576. Can we go any higher? It looks like we’ve reached the limit of how many different finger parts we can count with any precision. So let’s think of something different.

One of our greatest mathematical inventions is the system of positional notation, where the placement of symbols allows for different magnitudes of value, as in the number 999. Even though the same symbol is used three times, each position indicates a different order of magnitude. So we can use positional value on our fingers to beat our previous record. Let’s forget about finger sections for a moment and look at the simplest case of having just two options per finger, up and down. This won’t allow us to represent powers of ten, but it’s perfect for the counting system that uses powers of two, otherwise known as ‘binary’.

In binary, each position has double the value of the previous one, so we can assign our fingers values of 1, 2, 4, 8…all the way up to 512. And any positive integer, up to a certain limit, can be expressed as a sum of these numbers. For example, the number seven is 4+2+1. So we can represent it by having just these three fingers raised. How high an we go now? That would be the number with all ten fingers raised, or 1,023. Is it possible to go even higher? It depends on how dexterous you feel! If you can bend each finger just halfway, that gives us three different states -down, half bent, and raised. Now, we can count using a base-three positional system, up to 59,048. And if you can bend your fingers into four different states or more, you can get even higher. That limit is up to you, and your own flexibility and ingenuity.

Even with our fingers in just two possible states, we’re already working pretty efficiently. In fact, our computers are based on the same principle. Each microchip consists of tiny electrical switches that can be either on or off, meaning that base-two is the default way they represent numbers. And just as we can use this system to count past 1,000 using only our fingers, computers can perform billions of operations just by counting off 1’s and 0’s.

From the TED-Ed Lesson How high can you count on your fingers? (Spoiler: much higher than 10) - James Tanton

Animation by TED-Ed

Under My Protection

Requested by anon: jared leto joker drabble 34 please and thankyou - haley

Pairing: Joker X Reader

Word count: 837

Drabble:  He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.

Part 2

You and Harley have been best friends since you gave her shelter when Batman was after her. That was two years ago. Since then, she has been trying to drag you into her world. You can’t lie, you kinda like it. The loud music, the long nights and the expensive gifts she always brings you.

Right now you hear her, breaking in your apartment again. At 3 a.m. Groaning and tossing around, you hope she’s just looking for something. But of course not.

“Wake up! Wake up!” She swings the door open, making you jump on the bed and sit up. “Guess who you’ll meet tonight?”

“Who?” You ask in a sleepy voice.

“My ex.” Her bright smile doesn’t fade. Harley broke up definitely with the Joker.

The Joker. Like, the baddest of the bad. You never saw the man and you honestly don’t want to. It’s good to know that Harley finally got over him, and now they’re just partners in crime.

“I don’t want to meet him.” You push her away playfully when she jumps in your bed. “You can go and tell him I said ‘hi’.”

“No. You’re coming. Now go and put on that dress I gave you.”

Arguing with Harley is useless, so you get up and take a quick shower. She gave you many dresses. You choose the purple one, wich you haven’t wear yet. With a sigh, you leave the bathroom, just to put another smile on your friend’s face.

“That’s how I like it. This will be a funny night.”

“I know.”

The car is stolen, that’s obvious. When she stops, you can’t help but beg her to take you back home. But no. Harley drags you through alleys and them downstairs until the most ridiculous dance club you’ve ever seen. Everything seems expensive, and these people seem to be very, very rich.

“Holy shit. There are, like… People from the government here.”

“Well, just don’t tell anyone.”

You’d answer, but Harley screams. She guides you throughout the endless tables and many girls to what seems to be the backstage.

“He doesn’t live here, so don’t ask him that.” That’s when you notice that she’s knocking on a wooden door. Soon enough someone opens it.

“So you brought me a gift.” The man stares down at you, funny eyes and a weird smile. The Joker is even scarier in person.

“She’s not a gift. She’s (Y/N). Remember?”

“Such a pretty little thing…” When he allows you both to walk in, you pretend not to be surprised. Three dead bodies beside his huge desk, and lots of different guns on it.

“Now. Let’s get to business.” Harley says in a singsong voice.

“No. I want to get to know this friend of yours.” Joker sits on the couch, ignoring the men who come to drag the corpses to God knows where.

They both keep staring, waiting for you to say something.

“What? You’re a freaking villain, I don’t know what to say.” Rolling your eyes, you sit on his desk, not bothering to ask for permission. “This is insane. Three dead men? Seriously?”

“Oh, she’s so sweet, isn’t she?” Harley grabs Joker’s arm and shakes it. But his eyes don’t leave you until it starts to feel uncomfortable.

“Yes, she is.”

His low voice sends shivers down your spine. Crossing your legs, you clean your throat, trying to make this weird sensation go away.

“So. You two have business?”

“Yes. I actually have business with many people, as you can see.” Joker stands up, walking up to his desk.

Choosing to be smart, you jump to the ground, but when you step away from the desk, he stops right before you, blocking your way. His eyes are locked on yours, so you can’t help being a bit scared.

“Let me…”

His cold fingers touch your chin, caressing your skin.

“I have dangerous people coming and I don’t want you anywhere near them.” Joker turns to face Harley, who’s still sitting there, a smile on her lips. “Take her home, Harley. She’s under my protection.”

Before you could say anything, Harley takes you by the hand and drags you out the club. You wanted to stay. To see those men, to see more of Joker.

Harley gladly drives you home through the dark and empty streets of Gotham.

“Sooooooo. Did you like him?”

“He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.” You take a deep breath. She wouldn’t let it go. “But yes, I guess he’s not that… bad.”

“I knew it! I rather him to date you than any of those bitches.” She turns left, forcing you to hold onto your seat.

“Okay then.”

“I’m not gonna be the only one breaking into your apartment at 3 a.m. now.”

You can’t help but laugh. This life isn’t for you, well, that’s what you tell yourself every night. But you have to admit: it does make you feel alive. Now you can barely wait for Joker to break into your apartment.

How Wanna One Would Confess

A/N: I have my most important exam coming up and instead I’m sat writing for you, you’re welcome (jk). I got several requests for confessions, so I thought I’d just do all the members in a blurb – I hope that’s okay!

Jisung

Okay, so I feel like Jisung is the type who would straight up tell you that he likes you. Not in a neutral way, but one time when you were hanging out together. You’d be in a café together and he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling while looking at you, so you would ask him what he’s looking at. He would answer something like “you, because you’re cute” and after you thanked him for the compliment he would add “you know that I really like you, right?” and I swear to good he would seem so nonchalant about it, but on the inside his heart is beating faster than the speed of light until you tell him that you like him back.

Sungwoon

Sungwoon would be a bit more shy about a confession, even though he’d like to be all smooth about it. I think he would be really shy about the person he liked and probably ramble a lot and shallow half his words because he’s just in a daze when being with you. If you look extra good one day or if you’re being extra sweet to him then he would get really flustered and you’d ask him: “Is everything alright?” And his answer would be something like: “Yes, no – I don’t know, you make me nervous.” And then you’d be like ‘oh’ because you understand what he means and then have to save him from being such a mess.

Minhyun

I don’t think Minhyun would be very nervous about a confession. Well, of course his pulse would be a bit higher than usual, but I don’t think he would really confess unless he was quite sure that you liked him back. If you’ve planned to do something together one day, he’ll show up at your place with a bouquet of flowers and tell you then. “Are these for me?” You’d ask and he would just answer with a simple: “Mhm, who else would I give flowers to?” And then he would probably do something really smooth like kiss your cheek or something and that would be his entire confession.

Seongwoo

Seongwoo would be a bit extra about the whole thing. If you’ve watched Produce 101 then you know about his playful, cocky image, which he would bring into a potential love life. The way he would confess would be to try to get you to confess first, by observing your reactions to any skinship he does and things he tells you. If he tells you that you look pretty one day and your reaction is to get shy, he’ll go in for the kill and say something like: “Are you that affected by compliments or is it just because they’re coming from me?” Followed up by cutting you off with: “It’s okay, I get like that if you call me handsome too.”

Daniel

Daniel’s confessions would be the sweetest and most cheesy things. I think he would probably confess without even realising it, it could be over text message or over the phone. You would kind of already know he likes you by the way he says he misses you or all the hearts he texts you, but the real confession would occur if you’re lying on the couch at your place and watching a movie. He’s the type to want to pull you on top of him for you to get comfy if you’re sleepy. He would then stroke your hair and then say: “I like this.” And pause for a while before saying: “I like us.”

Jaehwan

Would 100% be super cheesy and sing his confession to you. Not really grand, like on a stage while you’re in the crowd, but more like sitting you down and taking his guitar to show you a new song he learned. After singing, he would say it made him think of you and smile like an idiot. This is where you should come in and tell him that you also thought of him while listening or saying that it made you very happy so you can live happily ever after. Okay, scratch that last part, just kiss him or something.

Jihoon

To many people Jihoon may seem like a type of tsundere, but I think he really shows it when he likes being with someone. He shows he likes someone by clinging onto them or talking to them a lot. He’ll know himself how obvious his crush on you is and just assume he doesn’t have to say it straight to you. His friends would probably comment on how he likes you so much and ask you why you aren’t together yet, but you would just answer that it hasn’t really been brought up yet. After he finds out about this conversation, he’ll go straight to you and say: “If I knew I just had to ask if you wanted to go out with me to get to date you then I would have done it ages ago.” And boom, you’re dating.

Woojin

Okay, but, if you saw the show then you know he’s such an awkward little bean. He opens up so well after a while though, so how comfortable he is depends on how well he knows you. I imagine him being friends with the person he’s confession to first and trying to leave subtle hints here and there. The thing is, they would be too subtle to notice, it would be things like just brushing his hand against yours carefully or giving you a compliment about your hair or outfit or anything here and there. After a while he might be frustrated and just ask to talk to you alone. Then he would straight up utter the words: “I like you” just like that and wait for your reaction. If you’re anything like him, the answer might just be: I like you too.” And YAY, feelings conveyed.

Jinyoung

This boy would be so nervous to confess your feelings to you, mostly because he would be worried about your reaction to it. He would probably have to admire you from afar (in a non-creepy way, just some looks and eye-contact at times) before speaking to you more and more and getting to know you. When he actually gets to telling you that he likes you, it would go something like: “Uhm, I was just wondering if yiu, maybe, would like, possibly, want to go out with me? Only if you want to of course!” And he’d be all shy and scratch the back of his head while doing so.

Daehwi

Would 100% absolutely and totally confess by accident. You could be out walking together, probably after buying some food or just walk to get some air or something. You would say something really dumb, either it being a bad pun or a silly question and he’d just go: “Oh my god why do I like you again?” And you’re like: “Uhm, you never said you liked me.” And then he’s like oh shit this didn’t go as planned, but he’d try to get himself back awkwardly and cover it up and pretend he totally meant to do it. Lastly, he would just hope for the best and that you like him back.

Guanlin

I feel like Guanlin’s confession would be the most normal one. He would be a bit quiet and lowkey about liking you, but at the same time he’d smile and laugh at a lot of the things you say and just feel really at ease being around you. When he’s comfortable enough he would ask you if you liked him, rather than telling you he liked you. That would mostly be because it’s less nerve-wracking. If you said yes, he would smile really brightly and go: “Good, cause I also like you a lot.”

Questions for Tarot Reading

Sometimes it is very difficult to come up with questions for tarot readings on the spot, whether you are giving the reading to yourself or if you are getting it done by another. Here is a small guide to hopefully help you with better wording your questions.

What shouldn’t you ask?

A good place to start is with what you probably should avoid. This does change reader to reader so this is not always true, but some typical things are:

• Avoid Yes/No questions, these may be fine for pendulum readings but they are very difficult for tarot reading which gives you more details than a simple yes or no. Limiting yourself to yes/no questions can make the reading more difficult to interpret and even in my case when I get yes/no questions I am sometimes left baffled at what the card could mean.
• Avoid questions that dig into another’s life. This could vary between readers, though such questions can be rather rude such as asking how two other people’s relationship is going or asking about a person’s secret life like “what is K keeping from me?”. these are generally avoided because well, they are rude and can make readers uncomfortable. Instead try to reword these questions such as “How could I improve my relationship with K, i feel like we are distant?” It is much more proper and involves you showing more appropriate interest in this person’s life
•  Try not to ask outrageous questions. This should be a bit obvious but asking a tarot reader “how will the world end” or “when will WW3 happen” etc may seem funny but again, it is a bit rude. It is very mocking to us, try to ask questions we can actual try to answer.
• Don’t ask about your own death or when/how you will die. Though this is not agreed on by every reader, I know myself and many are uncomfortable with this question and will not answer for numerous reasons, including that we don’t want to scare or panic someone.
• Health and Medical Advice. many tarot readers are not comfortable answering questions about your health or the health of others. We are not doctors or medical professionals, go and ask these questions to someone with knowledge in the subject, not us
• Mental Health/Illness questions. Many tarot readers will not answer these questions because again, we are not professionals. Please seek professional help about your mental illnesses.
• Always ask the tarot reader what questions they are not comfortable answering. This varies so much between person to person, so if they are doing free readings or event readers, check their FAQ if they have one or ask them what questions they are uncomfortable in asking. They will appreciate your courtesy and it can also ensure you don’t end up asking things that they won’t want to answer.

How can I come up with good Questions to ask?

This is a bit more difficult than what you can’t ask for it, again varies person to person. But as a general list of suggestions, here are some common questions that many don’t mind answering and can be nice for you too:

• How will my week/month/year go? Simple but good for a general overall reading
• How can I improve my relationship with _____? Not too nosy into the other person’s life and also gives you some information you can work with
• How will my schoolwork/career go this month/term?
• I feel distant from _____ how can we best approach this problem?
• What should I focus on this month?
• What is holding me back? What can I do to improve myself?
• What energies are around me today/this week/month?
• What should I be more aware of in my life?
• What is something i have been blind to recently?
• I want to improve my ____, how can I approach this?
• What are some good things coming my way?
• What are some bad things coming my way?

There are many other questions you can ask but these ones above are some good general ones to start with.

When asking questions, try to make them about you rather than others. This is because you are the one getting the reading, not the other person. Plus, again some tarot readers may have personal preferences not to answer questions relating to another person’s life without their permission.

Remember not all tarot readers will do the same things! Always ask, if they don’t mention it in their FAQ if they are comfortable answering the following:

• Love/Romantic Readings: I know other tarot readers who will not answer questions related to whether your crush likes you or how another person’s relationship is going. It makes some people uncomfortable due to lack of consent in some forms of these.
• Communicating with Spirits or the Dead: not all tarot readers work with spirits so they may not wish to try to communicate with them
• Questions about the Deceased or Death: again, some people are really uncomfortable with these types of questions
• Deities: not all tarot readers are willing to communicate with your deity for you or see how your deity feels, especially when they are not connected to that deity or have a very different religious standing. Please respect that
• Past Life Readings: not all tarot readers believe in past lives so not all will be willing to do a past life reading
• Spreads: Not all tarot readers if they are offering you free readings will be using spreads. Spreads take time and a lot more energy
• Entity Communication: these would include communication with fae, merfolk, dragons, angels, demons, guides/guardians, and many other things. Not all tarot readers are willing to interact with these entities for you, especially if they are inexperienced with them or uncomfortable.
• Revenge Readings: these would include questions related to how you can get someone back for something they did, if they will get punished for it, etc. Again, many readers may not be comfortable with these types of readings due to how aggressive and the wish of harm to come onto another can put people off.

Please always remember that tarot readers will be doing the absolute best to give you a clear, accurate reading. But, take readings with a grain of salt, things change all the time, so the reading may not always be 100% accurate. Don’t attack the reader for this, for they are trying their hardest to give you a good reading. Things aren’t always accurate, though we all try to be as accurate as possible to give you good advice. Sometimes the reading may seem like one thing will happen but something else happens, we readers make mistakes too. We are human. And the future is ever changing. Just remember that a reading you are given is never carved in stone.

I hope this has been helpful to you all and has aided you in understanding what questions to ask when getting a reading done. Have a wonderful day all of you!

Unexpected

I saw some people talking about the “Stiles comes back from college hot” trope, and it reminded me that I needed to make a seperate post for this fic!

Inspired by this post. (On AO3)

He’d been hoping for a reaction.

If he was being honest, he’d actually been anticipating a reaction.

While he’d been away at school, he’d started meeting people and making new friends. Some of those friends had turned out to be fitness guys, who loved running and working out. Stiles had ended up accompanying them on numerous gym trips, until eventually he liked it enough to just go, with or without them. He’d liked the feeling of being stronger, being able to trust his body to do what he wanted.

He’d become more confident with his looks, and started accepting invitations to parties. He’d started buying better-fitting clothes to show off his physique, and felt incredibly flattered when he was flirted with often. He’d kissed a lot of people, talked to a lot more, learned as much as he could, and even hooked up a few times.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a blurb where Gemma and Anne don't like Harry's girlfriend and think she's using him for money. Harry doesn't know and then finds out and is really upset about it

“’ello?”

“Harry, how many times do I have to tell you?”

“That I’m the fittest bloke you’ve ever laid eyes on?” She could hear the smirk through the speaker of her phone, knowing that he knew damn well what she was talking about. “As many times as you want.”

“You know what I’m talking about.” She wasn’t angry, per se- just overwhelmed, for lack of better words, at how much he spoiled her. “Just because I remarked how nice a bracelet was last week doesn’t mean I wanted it.” She sighed, the sparkle of the diamond on said bracelet catching the sun from where she had it laid on the kitchen table in front of her. “And if I did happen to want it, I could buy it for myself.”

“Know you could.” He didn’t sound the slightest bit phased because she put up an argument every time. “Just wanted to spoil my girl,‘s that really such a crime?”

“Yes.” She was quick to answer. “I don’t want you thinking I’m only here for the gifts and the money.”

“I know you’re not.” He shook his head, despite knowing she couldn’t possibly see him. “But it’s my way of showing you how much you mean to me.”

Admittedly, it warmed her heart how much thought and love was behind each and every gift, none of them were ever just a splurge of money because he felt like he had to buy her over.

“And I’m really thankful, but I honestly don’t need gifts to see that you’re genuine about us.” Her voice was much softer now. “Just- promise me you’ll stop spending your money on me all the time? I really do appreciate it but it would make me much happier to see you spend it on one of your ridiculously expensive scarves or something.”

“A’right I promise.” He sighed jokingly, as if she was asking a lot off him. “I hope you know I’m only going to go crazy on your birthday and at Christmas, though.”

“I guess I can live with that.” She reasoned and he chuckled.

He was one of only a few others sitting in the departures lounge of the airport and he was thankful for his own space in the corner, happier to bicker with his girlfriend than to make small talk with anyone else. After speaking for a little while longer, the voice on the speaker announced his flight, notifying him that there was only five minutes until the gates closed.

“I’ve got to go love but I’ll see you later on.” He stood up, throwing his carry on over his shoulder and making his way towards his gate.

“Ok, call me when you land safe.”

“Will do.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

//

On her way to the airport, (y/n) decided she could kill a bit of time by calling in with Gemma as it would beat sitting on an uncomfortable metal bench for god knows how long until Harry’s flight came in. She also figured she could pick up his charger that he mentioned leaving there last week.

Having only been with Harry for just under 10 months, she had met Anne and Robin four times, Gemma three and Des just once. There was the whole formal ‘meet the parents’ meal a few months in and, afterwards, it was a rare occasion that she was able to travel with Harry to see them on his time off- she did have her own work commitments after all.

Despite that, she wasn’t entirely nervous about meeting with Gemma again; she seemed easy enough to talk to when Harry was present so she was sure going solo wouldn’t make a huge difference. After pulling up to the apartment block and being allowed to walk on ahead through by the security guard who had come to know who she was, she made it up to the fourth floor in a matter of minutes and gave a light knock on the oak-wood door.

“Hi!” She greeted the female clone of her boyfriend as soon as the door opened. “I was on my way to the airport to get Harry but figured I may as well drop in to say hello and pick up his charger for him.”

“Couldn’t he have done that once he landed?” She tried to ignore the bitter tone to her voice, deciding instead to laugh it off.

“He’s usually too tired to function after a long flight.” She laughed.

“I know.” She gave her a pointed look. “He’s been my brother longer than he’s been your boyfriend, y’know.”

This time, she decided to stay silent and chose not to address the bitterness in her voice. Without any further word, Gemma trudged back through her flat. Not knowing if she was welcome to follow or not, (y/n) hovered awkwardly by the doorway before deciding to just follow her anyway.

She could hear her talking to someone in the kitchen, but couldn’t make out – and didn’t really have an interest in- what they were saying.

“Hi, Anne.” She gave her a warm smile once realising who the voice belonged to on her arrival to the kitchen. “It’s lovely to see you again.”

“Thanks.” She gave her a tight lipped smile, not bothering to maintain any eye contact.

“I’ll just get that charger then-“

“New bracelet?” Anne nodded to the diamond link on her arm; the brand new one that had only arrived from Harry mere hours ago.

“Oh.” She looked down at it. “Yeah.”

“How’d you afford that?” The harshness in Gemma’s voice was painfully obvious now and (y/n) didn’t miss how her mother winced slightly at the tone she had certainly not been brought up to use, but she didn’t bother reprimanding her.

“Harry got it for me.”

“Of course he did.” She laughed a dry, bitter laugh. “Just like everything else you own.”

She was taken aback to say the least and couldn’t find any words to answer with, because what exactly could she answer with?

“What she means is that you seem to be getting an awful lot off Harry lately.” Anne tried to ease the awkward atmosphere in the room but didn’t back down on defending her son from someone she thought was taking advantage of him.

“I don’t-“

“I mean, if it’s not him taking you out everywhere and paying the bill every time, it’s you getting these expensive gifts off him.”

“I don’t ask him to.” She was making a poor effort at defending herself against the two strongly opinionated women, sounding nothing short of timid and nervous. “I don’t like when he buys me things all the time.”

“Sure you don’t.” Gemma rolled her eyes. “Listen, Harry’s an adult and neither of us two can tell him who or what he spends his hard earned money on. But we just wanted to make it clear that we can see you for exactly the way you are and we’ll never accept someone into the family who takes advantage of him.”

“Gem-“

“No, Mum.” She snapped. “You said it yourself. Harry only thinks he’s in love and she’s taking advantage of that.”

She looked to Anne for confirmation that she hadn’t said such a thing after being so nice when Harry was there, but when her head stayed bowed down, eyes focused on the table, she took a deep breath and stuttered out a quiet “I’m sorry.” Before bolting to her car where she would be able to let out the hurt she was feeling.

//

Landed safe. Just getting my bags xx

In the café x

“Boo.” (y/n) jumped, startled from where she was in deep thought and didn’t have to fake the smile on her face when the familiar feeling of her boyfriend’s arms were engulfing her. “Well, somebody certainly missed me.” He laughed, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I did.” She mumbled into his shirt.

“C’mon, let’s get home, yeah?” He suggested.

“Do you want a coffee before we go?” She asked, pulling a note from her purse that would cover the price of a coffee each.

“I’d love one, actually.” She stopped him when his hand went to the pocket of his jeans where he kept loose change.

“I’ll get it.”

“Love, ‘s only a coffee.” He smirked. “Am I not even allowed to treat you to that now?”

“Not when I’m fully capable of buying it myself Harry!” Her volume had increased slightly, but not to the point where she was drawing any unwanted attention to them. “I do have a job, you know.”

“I’m aware.” He spoke slowly, trying to read her expression.

“And could you please take this,” She pulled the bracelet off her wrist. “back? I’m sick of you throwing away all your hard earned money on me.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to stay right where she was until he figured out what the hell was going on in her head. “What’s this all about? Where did you take this notion?”

“I’m not taking advantage of you.”

“No one said you were, poppet.”

Everyone says I am!”

“Well I don’t care what everyone says,” He shrugged. “I know you’re not.”

“You only-“ She took a shuddering breath in. “You only think you love me.” His face fell at her statement. “And I’m taking advantage of that.”

“No this isn’t-“ He shook his head. “This isn’t you. Is this the fans? I’ve told you not to look at what they’re saying.”

“No, it’s not the fans.”

“Who, then?”

She didn’t want to tell him; didn’t want to be the reason for a possible argument with his mother and sister. But the desperate look on his face made her want to take away all his worries.

“It doesn’t-“

“Who, (y/n)?” He was more stern now.

“Your mum and Gemma just pointed out a few things.” She swallowed. “I don’t blame them for thinking how they did.” He looked confused, angry and hurt that two of the people he cared most about were saying such things about one of the other people he cared deeply for. “It could be true-“

“It’s bullshit.” He asserted. “Complete and utter bullshit.”

“Harry-“

“Let’s go home.”

//

Much later that night, Harry crawled into bed after having a shower and could tell by how his girlfriend was breathing that she wasn’t asleep, but was still facing away from him. He decided to give her space but laid one hand on her hip, tracing mindless little patterns.

“I called mum earlier.” She didn’t respond with words but he seen how her shoulders tensed up. “I made sure she knew how wrong that was of them to say such things about you.” Still no response. “She just worries sometimes but I’ll not let them speak to you like that again.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Her voice was cracked with the emotion that had built up inside her all day.

“It’s because I love you.” He placed a kiss on her shoulder blade. “And I know I do.”

~Growing Pains~

How do a cat and dog hybrid get along? Very carefully.

cathybrid!yoongi/doghybrid!taehyung/reader

Word Count: 9,216

The sun was already going to bed and the moon was beginning to rise for her job.  You got out of your afternoon class later than normal, your professor was one of those who was very passionate about their subject so you were kept almost 15 minutes past the cut off time.  You had just finished making a few purchases from the grocery store that was right next to the campus and with your bags in hand you start the relatively short walk to your apartment.

Rotisserie chicken acquired, you head down the sidewalk, but as you are passing by a small alleyway you see movement coming from somewhere inside, causing you to freeze in place. You turn towards the general direction of the shadow, but don’t want to move any closer, not with your imagination running wild inside your head.

Cautiously taking a step into the darkness, you slowly take a peak and then there’s a loud crash.

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Since you mentioned it, Ironhawk college AU where everyone thinks tony and Clint are just friends and Tony has a terrible reputation for being a slut but it turns out he and Clint have been monogamous for YEARS and it's just rumors.

Send all your love and praise to @summerpipedream. They beta read this fic (and did a fantastic job). Without them this fic probably would not have been posted for a few more days, so thank you, summerpipedream. <3

Freshman Year

“So, how would you feel if we stored the XL twin beds and we got bunk beds instead.” Tony, Clint’s new roommate, motioned at said twin beds as he stood in the middle of their dorm room. They had bumped in each other as they had been moving in, and learned that neither one of them had a parent or friend helping them, so they’d spent most of the afternoon bringing in their boxes of stuff and building a fort instead of setting up their room.

Clint was currently rearranging one of the walls of said fort. “I can chip in to pay for bunk beds, but unless you can afford to pay the storage fee, we’re sticking to the twin beds.”

“So bunk beds it is.” Tony clapped his hands together. “You can even take top bunk. I like to stay up late, so if I’m on the bottom bunk you won’t notice the light from my computer as much. I can even put up a sheet.”

“Seriously?” Tony was going to pay for storage and let Clint have top bunk? Either Tony was the best roommate ever, or this was some sort of trap and Tony was going to be the worst roommate ever.

Tony nodded, then gestured to the wall where one of the twin beds was located. “We can put a TV over there. I’ll pay for cable, unless you’re already set up for a streaming service.”

“Dude! Are you for real?”

Tony pinched himself. “I feel real.”

A smile spread across Clint’s face. “I think I’ve just fallen in love with you a little.”

Sophomore Year

“So, you up for it?” Bobbi shouted over the music and drank from her party cup. She nodded at the yellow laminated paper dangling from his neck.

It was the makeout party of the year. Everyone had to wear tags: green, yellow, or red. Red signified no kissing allowed at all, yellow was “ask first,” and green was “go for it.”

Tony and Clint had discussed it. Both had been tempted to wear green, but they had agreed it would be better to wear yellow instead.

Clint considered Bobbi. She was attractive. Very attractive. He really wanted to kiss her, but Tony had made a comment two weeks ago that he thought Bobbi had a crush on Clint. Even if it was a makeout party with no strings attached, Clint didn’t want to risk the fall out.

Besides, he had a suspicion there was a reason why Tony had brought up the crush.

“Sorry. Tempting, but my significant other might not be happy.”

“You have a girlfriend?” Bobbi frowned and cocked her head. “How come I’ve never seen her?”

Clint just smiled.

“Clint!” Tony shouted over the music as he barreled toward Clint. He shoved people aside, only pausing to grab someone wearing a green tag by the face to kiss them loudly and comically, then push them away.

Tony threw himself at Clint, his arms flopping over Clint’s shoulder and around his waist. He kissed Clint messily around his mouth, his lips never quite landing on Clint’s just right. His breath reeked of alcohol. “I love you. This party is awesome. You’re awesome. So glad we agreed to this.”

Finally, Tony’s lips found Clint’s and he shoved his tongue into Clint’s mouth.

Clint sputtered and pushed Tony’s face away. He laughed when Tony pouted at him. “You were using your tongue like my mouth was the bottom of a Nutella jar with the last bit of chocolate inside.”

“Hey, Tony,” Bobbi started hesitantly, “Clint is wearing yellow.” She pointed to Clint’s tag for Tony.

Tony scrunched his face, his alcohol addled brain not comprehending. “I think you’re missing something, Bobbi.”

Clint waved away Bobbi’s concern. “It’s okay, Tony can kiss me whenever he wants, as long as I’m not mad at him.”

Tony grinned. “Isn’t he great?” Tony asked Bobbi.

Bobbi gave them an odd look. Like she didn’t know quite what to make of them. “Yeah.”

Junior Year

“Looks like Tony’s made a new friend.” Sam chuckled as he elbowed Clint in the side.

Clint looked up from his stir fry bowl.

Tony was chatting with Helen Cho from his Cellular and Molecular Biology class outside of the checkout line for cafeteria food. The two were laughing. Helena hugged her tray in one arm then reached into her pocket with the other. She pulled out a pen. Tony offered his arm for her to write on.

“Damn.” Sam smirked at Bucky across the table. “Tony may have more game than you.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re still single.” Bucky snatched a fry off of Sam’s plate.

“Quality, Bucky. That’s what I’m looking for.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have fun while looking.”

Tony and Helen had separated. Tony headed over to Clint’s table.

Clint smiled and nudged Sam to scoot over to make room for Tony.

With a grunt, Sam did so. “So how’s the new girlfriend?” Sam teased Tony.

Tony rolled his eyes. “More like lab partner.” Tony sat beside Clint. Tony had only been seated for a second when he wrapped his ankle around Clint’s under the table. “Clint’s the only person for me.”

Tony pecked Clint on the cheek.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “We get it. You two are soulmate-roommates. No need to kiss each other in front of us.”

Clint and Tony shared a look and grinned.

Clint grabbed Tony’s face and gave him a hard, messy kiss that went on until Sam threw his french fries at their faces.

Tony and Clint laughed as they broke apart.

Senior Year

“Clint. Tony,” Steve spoke like he was talking to a potential jumper who was standing on the edge of a rooftop. “We all know you love each other.”

“Maybe a little too much,” Rhodey added.

Steve sent Rhodey an annoyed look, and Rhodey sent it right back.

“Listen, you two can’t marry each other just because you make good roommates,” Sam cut in when he saw Steve and Rhodey headbutting.

“I don’t see why not,” said Tony, who was pacing his dorm room as he looked up wedding venues on his tablet.

Clint laid sprawled on the couch, his chin resting purposefully in his hand to show off the gold band around his finger. “I think it’s the perfect reason. I mean, we have been dating for almost four years now, and we clearly enjoy living together, so why not-”

“What!” Steve, Rhodey, and Sam shouted in unison.

Clint smirked. “Have you three really been this oblivious?”

Tony scoffed. “More like they assumed I was banging every girl I talked to.”

Clint feigned ignorance. “But the kissing, Tony. We kiss all the time. We’ve even held hands when walking. For the last two years we’ve gone on vacations with each other for the holidays. We also share clothes and stuff. I feel like we’ve been pretty blatant.”

Tony gave the trio a pointed look. “I don’t know why they’ve never figured it out. All I know is, none of them should become detectives.”

“This has gotta be a prank,” Sam said.

Rhodey shook his head. “Nope. I know when Tony is lying. He’s serious. Congrats, you two. Sorry, for being a thick dumbass.”

“Does anyone else feel like everything they know is a lie?” Steve asked.

Sam huffed and clapped his hand on Steve’s shoulder. “I feel you on that. However, you have to admit, looking back on it, it does seem obvious. We should have questioned them when they started talking about sharing showers to conserve water.”

“Or you know, when we both answered the door naked that one time,” Tony added.

“So, do you three think our last name should be hyphenated, or should we make up an awesome last name?” Clint asked. “How about ‘Legend of Zelda’ for a last name?”

“Only if both of us change our middle names to ‘the’,” Tony responded.

Clint looked up at Tony adoringly. “You complete me.”

Homecoming... With Me?

Request: Some peter angst that he doesn’t want people to know that he’s dating Y/n and some other guy asks her for homecoming in front of all the people in school so they (peter and reader) fight because she feels like the other boy is not “ashamed” of her, and Peter gets all jealous and the other day he’s like showing everyone that she’s his girl

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: So I got a bit confused on your request, I wasn’t sure if you wanted the reader to like say yes to the request or no? So, I thought it’d be better and fit with the story more (also because i’m evil) that she does say yes, but more to see if Peter does really like her.

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Warnings: angsty?

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“Will you go to Homecoming with me?”

His questioned stunned you, never in your life did you think that Flash, Flash of all people, would ask you to Homecoming. It hadn’t, also, really crossed your mind that you needed a date to Homecoming because despite not having a date, you had a boyfriend. And even if you weren’t going to publicly share your relationship or act like a couple on the night of Homecoming, in your mind you had a date. Even if no one else knew.

Didn’t mean it hurt any less though, or didn’t nag at the back of your mind that your own boyfriend wouldn’t even ask you to Homecoming.

Looking over at Peter, your boyfriend, for some kind of guidance, you found none. What had been a peaceful lunchtime, chewing on your sandwich as you sat with Michelle at a table, directly beside where Ned and Peter sat, had been ruined, or more messed with when Flash had made his way over. Surprisingly, he hadn’t even given Peter a glance, which seemed to be his number one target for his teases, and instead only focused on you.

And while you weren’t all that popular, you definitely had your fair share of friends. You just chose to stick with Michelle because she’s where you felt most at home, besides when with Peter. But you couldn’t be all that close with Peter in school because… he didn’t want anyone to know you were dating. You weren’t even sure yourself why the reason was, but you’d gone along with it because of the long time you’d pinned after his affections.

“Um…” You found yourself at a loss of what to say, and when looking at Michelle you found even she was shocked. It seemed Flashes unusual question had caught most of the cafeteria’s attention, much to your dislike. “I’m not sure… Flash. I think- I think i’m good but tha-”

“Come on, Y/N.” Flash interrupted your decline, no loss of confidence in his gaze. And while you’d never quite gone as far to say you hated Flash, you most definitely didn’t appreciate the way he treated Peter or the way he held his ego as if he was better than everyone. “You know no one else is gonna ask you, not two days before the actual dance, so why not?”

Okay. That hurt. Not only his comment, but even if you’d secretly been dating someone, no one had even taken the time to offer you or ask you. Flash was the first one. Again, Peter not even mentioning it when alone and if you brought up the topic of Homecoming he’d change the topic as soon as he could.

But still, even if Peter was admit on not having your relationship out to the public, part of your hurt went to him, hoping he’d say something to defend your honour. But he only turned his head away from the both of you, sticking his nose back into his lunch tray. And that. That hurt more than anything else.

“Listen here, you-” Standing up you held your hand to Michelle, stopping her from defending you. Smiling thankful at her, you nodded before turning back to Flash. “Sure.”

“Sure?”

“Sure, i’ll go to Homecoming with you.” You repeated, clarifying. You heard the echo of gasp around the cafeteria, probably all expecting you to say the opposite of what you just had. Flash’s expression twisted into one of shock for just a second before he nodded; “great. I’ll pick you up at your house at seven.” You nodded in confirmation, watching his back as he walked away.

If Peter wasn’t going to show his true feelings for you on his own, you needed to give him a little push. You only hoped that he wouldn’t prove you wrong. But, your hopes dropped a bit when you turned in the direction Peter had been only to find him gone, no where in sight and only Ned was left. Before you could even react, a slim hand grabbed ahold of your wrist, yanking your attention back to Michelle. “What the hell were you thinking?” She asked incredulously.

Biting your lip, you shrugged; “honestly. I don’t know.”

For the rest of the day, you didn’t see Peter. Even in the one afternoon class you’d shared with him, he had failed to show up. You’d asked everywhere, anyone you thought could possibly know Peter and either they had no idea who you were referring to (which only lessened your like of the school) or had no idea where he’d gone. All saying the last time they’d seen him was at lunch or before.

Soon enough the end of the day arrived and you found yourself at your locker, packing up whatever you didn’t need. Looking up from the book you’d dropped off, you sighed, your hand coming out to grab ahold of your locker door. Shutting it close, you jumped in surprised when Flash appeared beside you. Holding a hand against your chest, you took a deep breath, turning to your new companion with a glare. “Jesus, Flash. You can’t just sneak up on people like that.”

“So,” Flash started, ignoring what you’d previously said. “If you’re going to Homecoming with me… does that mean we’re dating?”

“W-What?”

“We’re dating.” Flash repeated, though this time the questioning tone lacked presence. Opening your mouth, you found yourself unsure of what to say. You mentally cursed yourself, you really hadn’t thought through your decision to say yes to Flash earlier. Even if he was a jerk, he didn’t deserve to be used, not like this.

But still, his question or statement, brought a feeling within your stomach. Flash was so… forward with the idea of dating you. He wasn’t ashamed to ask you both times and certainly was shy or embarrassed to be dating you. Which at the moment seemed to be exactly what Peter felt in regards of your guys relationship. He wasn’t ashamed of you or the idea of him dating you. So, swallowing the lump in your throat, your hand unconsciously found each other, fiddling with nervousness. “Would you be… embarrassed to date me?”

And in a very Flash like way, he snorted, answering like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “No. Why would I? You’re like really hot.” He commented was anything but flattering but still, it meant more then he probably understood.

Flash took your silence as a answer to step forward, his hand moving up to land on your arm. His hand was rough, way more rough than Peter’s had ever been. Anytime Peter ever placed his hand on you, touched you, he was gentle. Probably more gently than he ought to be, but it was sweet. It was calming. Flash was aggressive, quick, and before you knew it his face was nearing yours, dangerously fast and close.

You couldn’t even move away, because even if Flash had flattered you with his denial of embarrassment, you definitely didn’t want to kiss him. Definitely didn’t want to cheat on Peter. But his grip was so tight, so forceful that before you knew it you back was against the back of your locker and you couldn’t get out. You braced yourself before the weight disappeared, the grip left as well and opening your eyes, you found Flash on the other side of the hall and Peter in front of you.

Your mouth opened in shock, stunned by the force it would’ve taken Peter to fling Flash that far. Force a normal teenage boy doesn’t have.

“Peter?” You questioned hesitantly, pushing your back off the wall. Peter turned instantly, making you jump from the speed of it all. Peter wasted no time in grabbed your wrist and while you’d prepared yourself for a tight grip, it was nothing but gentle as usual, maybe a tad bit more tight. Then you were being dragged from Flash, who only stared at the both of you (mainly Peter) in absolute shock.

“She has a date to Homecoming.” Peter snapped before he led your through the hallways of the school. You both said nothing as you were dragged through the halls, still too stunned by what you’d just seen. Had Peter just asked you to Homecoming…?

When you were far away from Flash and in an empty wall, which didn’t surprised you seeing as the bell had rung nearly a half hour ago, Peter was still dragging you. But your semi long walk had given you time to process everything, to think, and you felt anger burn within you. You were quick to halt your feet, stopping Peter from dragging you through the hall and ripping your hand from his grasp. He didn’t fight you, letting you go easy enough. But not without turning around to face you, a baffled expression on his own face.

“Y/N?”

“How dare you?” You snapped, making Peter’s once frustrated gaze turn into only more confusion. You were quick to answer his questioning look. “How dare you come in here and act like some kind of hero? Especially after everything during lunch and then disappearing and not answering any of my calls or texts-” Throughout your rant, you’d begun beating on his chest repeatedly, leaving no room for a breath.

“Lunch?” Peter interrupted, his voice raising slightly. “You mean where you accepted Flash’s proposal?” You’d never seen Peter so angry, so frustrated. His nose was flaring, his cheeks tinted red and he was huffing and puffing. If you weren’t so angry yourself, you might have been a little scared.

Peter stepped forward, shocking you once again and grabbing ahold of your hands. Effectively he paused the wounds you’d been inflecting on his chest, bringing you so close to him you could feel his breath on your cheeks. You found yourself unable to say anything as he opened his mouth again; “why the hell would you say yes? We’re dating, remember? You’re my girlfriend!”

“Oh, am I?” You questioned, just as flared up as he. You fought his grip, trying to gain use of your own hands but he held fast. It wasn’t even a bruising grip, but for some reason you couldn’t wiggle your way out. And while the grip didn’t necessarily hurt, there was so much strength in his grasp, strength you didn’t even know he had. “I wasn’t too sure anymore since the only ones who know are you and me!”

“Yeah, so what?”

“So what? So what is that I don’t want to be your girlfriend if I can’t even tell anyone!” You yelled, tears bursting from your eyes as all your pent up emotions flooded through you. Peter paused, his grip not slacking but his expression softening. Sniffling pathetically, you tried to hold yourself together but only failing tremendously. “At least Flash isn’t ashamed to date me. Not like you. He’s not embarrassed to date me, love me, like you are!”

Peter said nothing. Nothing at all. Which only made your heart sting even further. So finally, shoving you managed to break one wrist free, pushing at his chest. All his strength seemed to disappear as an expression you couldn’t read washed over his face and he stumbled back. Grabbing your other wrist, you turned, walking away.

Then, something held fast on your sweater, swinging you back towards Peter. You opened your mouth, to say something as suddenly you found yourself back in Peter’s arms, them securely around your waist as he held you against his chest. You looked up at him and then his lips were against your own. Kissing you with such force, and holding your hand so tightly as if he was afraid to lose you. Panting, you pulled away and looked down. “What-?” You mumbled, staring down at the string like web connecting you to Peter’s writs. “H-How? I… don’t-”

“I’m not ashamed to date you, Y/N.” Peter interrupted your rambling, making you turn back to look at him. Still only inches apart, he smiled softly down at you. “I never have been.”

“You-…” You shook your head; “you’re Spider-Man?”

“Yes.” Peter nodded, “and that’s exactly why I thought no one could know. Y/N, I have a lot of enemies. If they knew how much I cared for you, then they’d use you against me. Hurt you.” It made sense. Perfect sense. Even if you didn’t like the fact of it making sense, it did.

Pulling at the webbing on your sweater, you ripped it off, bundling the rest up. Peter watched your face for a reaction but you only kept your head down. Even if there was now a valid reason for why you couldn’t share your relationship with anyone, it didn’t help. Because it’d only go back to being the same.

Hands grabbed ahold of your face, turning your gaze back at Peter. You pouted slightly as he smiled, shaking his head. Rubbing his thumb over your cheek, he chuckled; “but I know now… that that doesn’t help either. I want people to know your mine to, Y/N.”

Hope filled within you, and your lips immediately turned up at the corners into a smile. “You mean?”

Peter nodded, chuckling at your excitement. “Will you got to Homecoming with me?” You threw your hands around his neck in excitement, squeezing him tight as you squealed. “Yes!”

Needless to say, the next day Peter and you walked into school with his hand around your waist and a smile on both of your lips.

I Forgive - Jimin

This is pretty long, sorry not sorry. Oh well.

This was requested by a lovely anonie, and actually, I want to thank you for all your requests! They’ve really helped me :)

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“All I’m saying is; Maybe you should stop flirting with other girls! At least when you’re on a fucking date with your girlfriend!” You yelled, your hands clenched into fists from the fury you were feeling, to your bones.
“I wasn’t flirting with you for fucks sake Y/N!” Jimin yelled.
You were both in the kitchen, the only light coming from the cooking canopy.
You were dressed in a silk black dress, your jewelry hanging loosely on your chest, your earrings swinging back and forth.
Jimin, standing only with a couple inches taller than you, dressed in his suit. His face was red and a thin layer of sweat tickling on his forehead.
“Oh so you just randomly kiss other girls’ hands? Laugh at every fucking thing that leaves their mouths?” You were out of breath “Fuck you Jimin!”
His eyes widened, and he stepped closer to you.

“Say that one more fucking time” His voice was cold as ice. Your mouth was shut, as tears began forming in your eyes. But you wouldn’t let him see you cry.
“You’re so full of yourself, Jimin. You shouldn’t flirt with others while you have a girlfriend. Show at least some respect” You shot back, your chest rising and falling in an agile pace.
“You’re just so damn clingy!” He raised his voice even more. You saw nothing but fury in his eyes, making a strike of fear run down your spine.
“I hate how you completely steal my friends! And how I need to let you meet the person, before I can even think about befriending them! I just really hate you sometimes” You were startled to say the least.
You knew that you at times, could get overprotective, but he was out of hand tonight, and you couldn’t be blamed.

Your bottled up emotions, got to the best of you, and your knees gave in under you, your tears falling freely, ruining your mascara and the eyeshadow you’d spent a handful of hours on. But you didn’t care. All you could think of, was his words that kept replaying in your head; “I just really hate you someti-” your cries were louder than your thoughts.
“Y/N, please don’t cry” You came back to reality. Jimin’s arms were holding on to your shaking body, his head in the crook of your neck.
You felt wetness staining your neck, letting you know that he was crying too.
“Don’t cry” He whispered again, rocking you back and forth.
“I’m sorry I said that. I was so mean and-” A sob escaped his plump lips, startling the both of you. “I was caught up in the moment. B-baby please don’t” Words were leaving his mouth like a waterfall.
“Don’t cry” He repeated. His voice was cracking and hoarse from the crying he’d done.

You shifted in your bed, the sunlight blinding you.
Sitting up, you pulled the silk sheets closer to your naked body, feeling slightly colder.
You looked down at Jimin, who was beside you. Lips apart with hair falling over his closed eyes, he looked ‘fuckable’.
The thought sent a smile to your lips.
The smile was replaced with a frown as your mind wandered to the incident, just a few days back. Sure, you and Jimin had made up, but his sour words still haunted your mind.
Shaking your head, you decided to push the thoughts away.
“Jimin” You whispered. Your head was so close to his, you could hear his breathing.
You placed your hands on his chest, the sheets falling down, exposing the top half of your naked body.
He groaned, his morning voice making it sound a hundred times better, as his eyes fluttered open.
He looked at your face, and then his eyes began traveling down your body. He got up, resting on his elbows, his eyes fixed on your boobs.
“Y/N, wha-?” You captured his lips with yours, not wanting to talk, you didn’t need to talk.
You held onto his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb, as you deepened the kiss.
Jimin pulled away, breathing heavily. His lips were a bright pink and swollen with your love. You smiled at the picture in front of you.
Jimin ran his fingers through your hair.
“Shouldn’t we get up?” You asked, your voice low and tired. You leaned against his chest, still straddling him, letting him wrap his arms around you.
“We should” He chuckled, caressing your back.
He patted your butt through the silk fabric and slowly got up, hands on the back of your thighs.
“Mhm, Jimin” You closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder as he lifted you up and placed you on the end of the bed.
He picked his dress shirt, from a couple of days ago, and handed it to you.
You placed the shirt next to you on the bed, not wanting to wear any of his clothes anymore.
You knew deep down, that it was silly to hold onto stupid words, but they still haunted you. And you didn’t want to seem like that kind of girlfriend.

You quickly took your silk robe from the hook near your closet, and tightened the belt around your waist.
“Let’s get some breakfast” You smiled sourly as you walked past Jimin, heading for the kitchen.

“Y/N! Want to come with?” You looked up from the couch. Namjoon was curiously looking at you, from where he was in front of the front door. He was waiting for Jimin to get ready.
You guys had planned for you to come with too, but you had declined kindly, saying you weren’t feeling well, when Jungkook asked you for the hundredth time, why you decided not to come with.
You had thought a lot about what Jimin had thrown at you, a couple of weeks ago, and you decided that it was for the best, to just not go.

“Bye Y/N!” Jimin yelled after you, as they closed their door, probably running to the car, where the other boys were.
There you were alone, for the first time in a while. You couldn’t tell if you were comfortable with the thick silence.
You’d been used to being either with Jimin or the other boys for so long, that the silence of the secret loneliness, had become an unfamiliar feeling.
“Yah, don’t be stupid” you scolded yourself as your mind wandered the wrong way.
“He loves you” You assured yourself, not quite believing your own words.

A door slamming, woke you up from your deep sleep.
You placed your phone on the coffee table and sat up, rubbing your eyes.
“Hey baby” Jimin said, as he sat down beside you.
He was wearing a denim jacket, actually the one you’d bought for him as a birthday gift.
“Hey” You said, getting up from the couch to go make some tea.
You felt your back aching and tried to lift your shirt up, to massage yourself, but forgot that you were wearing one of your tight shirts today, making the action impossible.
You’d been so used to wearing your boyfriend’s clothes, that it had felt like your own.
Jimin walked into the kitchen and stood behind you, rubbing your belly through the tight fabric.
“I’m going out tonight” He said as he placed a gentle kiss on your neck.
“Okay, that’s fine” You simply answered, his voice replaying in your head, over and over.
He pulled his arms from around your waist and turned you around.
“What?” He asked, a smile playing on his plump lips.
“I said okay?” You chuckled, and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Oh?” He seemed surprised, searching your eyes for an answer for your obvious strange behaviour.
You smiled reassuringly at him before turning around, pretending to be too busy with your tea.

You kissed him bye at about 9 PM, again chuckling at him, pointing out that you were acting strange.
You shook your head at the boy as you closed the door in his face, trying to get rid of him before hurrying into the living room. Turning on your TV, you found your favorite drama.
It was actually Jimin who got you into watching drama. You would always watch it on saturday nights, or any days when he had a day off.
Those were the good times, where there were no fights. No other girls, no jealousy.
You’d thought about breaks, or maybe even breaking up, and a while back, you’d shared your thoughts with Jimin, but that didn’t result in anything but tears and pleas for you to stay with him till the day you took your last breath on this World, and even *after* that.

You did love Jimin. With every atom of your body, and every second of your existence you fell even more in love with him. No argument on that point.
But sometimes, holding on can cause more pain than letting go.
But you were not mentally nor physically prepared to loose Jimin, not now, not ever.
And that was crystal clear to you.

“Y/N” Jimin was standing in the door to the living room, looking at you with red eyes and ruffled hair.
“Yes?” You asked, standing up. He fell into your arms, which made you fall down on the couch.
“Did you have a good time?” You asked, running your fingers through his locks, feeling him relax under your touch.
“Y/N” He whispered and lifted his head to look at you. You could now see how red and puffy his eyes were. Had he been crying?
“Have you been crying babe?” You asked, a frown forming on your lips.
He nodded silently before burying his head in the crook of your neck.
“Hey hey, Jimin. What’s going on?” You asked, your voice below a whisper as you rocked back and forth.
“I’m just” He gasped for air “So sorry”
He wiggled out of your grasp and sat beside you, holding onto your hands.
“I’m so sorry for the things I said that night. They haven’t left my mind, and they haven’t left yours either. You talk in your sleep sometimes” He lowered his eyes, not daring to look into your eyes, that were brimming with tears.
“But I’m sorry. I was so stupid for saying that shit, a-and *of course* I’ve noticed how you’ve retreated yourself from me *and* the boys. But Y/N please, please, don’t change because of the stupid things I said. They were out of line and not near the truth!”
“Breathe Jimin” You said, caressing his cheek as you watched him, struggling to get everything said, like he was trying to escape from something.
“I just, I love when you wear my things, I love when you’re overprotective, I love you so much” He finished, his cheeks damp from the crying he’d done.
You sniffled and pulled him into your arms.
“It’s okay now Jimin”
“I forgive you baby boy” You said, meaning it in every bone of your body.

Riverdale Jughead Imagine

He’s Just Not That Into You’ inspired - (Gigi and Alex)

- You are a hopeless romantic. Every guy you date you look for signs that he’s the one

-You go on a date with Archie Andrews to Pop’s, it’s entirely casual and on the whole he seems rather uninterested.

-He tells you he’ll call you sometime, and that maybe you can do this again.

-You readily agree and are excited at the possibilities of your future together, oblivious to his disinterest.

-A few days pass and you receive no call and he doesn’t acknowledge you at school, it’s almost as though he’s forgotten who you are.

-You go back to Pop’s that night, he’d left one of his guitar picks and you hoped maybe you’d find him there and would be able to start a conversation with him.

-Instead you find Jughead Jones, who you know is his best friend, you sit across from him and explain your predicament, Jughead laughs sourly.

-’Listen, you seem like a cool girl so I’m just going to tell you - Archie’s never going to call.’

-’What? How do you know?’

-’Because he’s a guy, it’s what we do.’

-’But he said he had a nice time?’

-Jughead told you that it didn’t matter, it had been a week and he hadn’t called and wasn’t going to. You tried to argue that maybe he had tried to call but he had dialled the wrong number or had just been busy.

-’Or he’s just not into you.’ Jughead would bluntly confirm.

-You begin to rattle on about your friend Ginger who had the same thing happen to her and in the end it had been one massive misunderstanding and now she and the guy were happily together.

-’Okay no, your friend Ginger is the exception. You’re the rule. And the rule is: if a guy is treating you like he doesn’t give a shit, then he genuinely doesn’t give a shit.’

-’Every time?’ ‘Every time.’

-After your eye-opening conversation with Jughead Jones you continued to return to the booth at regular intervals.

-Usually after a date

-You’d tell him all about it and ask him his verdict, his answer was always the same.

-’He’s not into you.’

-Sometimes you’d take your dates to Pop’s and he’d casually observe from his booth, mouthing those same words with a knowing look.

-Slowly a friendship was beginning to blossom between the two of you. You had exchanged numbers so that you didn’t have to run to Pop’s after every date to ask for his.

-You rang him one night, halfway through a date, the guy had made up some obvious excuse as to why he couldn’t see you for a while - you knew he wasn’t into you, yet you needed Jughead’s opinion on the matter.

-He answers in what seems to be midway through conversation with another person - probably Betty, you feel kind of touched that he answered. You let him know the situation and he laughs that you should just run out of there.

-’What so I’m just supposed to run from every guy that doesn’t like me?’

-’Uh, yeah.’

-’But there’ll be nobody left.’

-Over the following weeks you started to go on less and less dates.

-You hung out at Pop’s a lot more, sometimes with Jughead and sometimes just hoping he’d show up.

-He always seemed pleasantly surprised to find you already sat in his booth.

-You had your own inside jokes with each other and shared what you believed to be flirty glances, small smiles that you took as signals that maybe there was this mutual feeling between you both.

-He’d nudge your shoulder, you’d share your fries, you’d take it in turns to pay the bill.

-Were you in a relationship?

-One night you decided to broach the subject.

-Oh God were you wrong.

-’But the signs?’

-’What signs?’

-’The smiles, our conversations, picking up the bill’ You had started off cheerily, ‘I - I felt something?’ You faltered.

-’Y/N, what are you talking about? Oh man. What have I been saying since I met you? If a guy wants to date you, he will make it happen. He will ask you out. Did I ask you out?’

-No.

-’Then why would you do this? Oh shit. Why do girls do this? Why do they build up every little thing in their minds, take each little thing a guy does and then - then twist it into something else?! It’s insane.’ He had gotten up to leave the booth.

-’I’d rather be like that than be like you.’ ‘Excuse me, what’s that supposed to mean?’

-’I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there too much but at least that means I still care. You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way but you don’t fall in love that way either.’ You had pulled yourself up from the booth, ‘You have not won, you’re alone Jughead!’

-You stormed to the door before turning around and staring at a dumbfounded Jughead.

-’I made do a lot of stupid shit, but I know that I’m a lot closer to finding someone than you are.’

-’I’ll call you.’ You said and smiled as Reggie Mantle placed a kiss to your cheek and got up from the booth.

-’I had a really nice night, Y/N.’ ‘Me too, Reggie.’ With that he exited Pop’s.

-You stared down into your milkshake until a cough alerted you to another presence. ‘Did you forget something? You questioned without looking up, believing it to be Reggie.

-’Yeah, I did.’

-You looked up and saw Jughead looking down at you sheepishly.

-’Oh yeah, and what did you forget?’ ‘To return this.’ He held up a hair grip.

-’So you came all the way to Pop’s, at a quarter to 11 at night, to give me a hair grip?’

-‘Yeah, yeah I thought I should just come up with some really great excuse to come over here, that’s how its done isn’t it?’ ‘Sometimes.’

-’Look I can’t stop thinking about you it’s a problem, I keep walking by your locker, writing out texts and deleting them, I’m turning into-’

-’Me.’ You smiled at him softly.

-’Yeah.’ He smiled.

-’A wise person once told me, that if a guy wants to be with a girl he will make it happen, no matter what.’ ‘That’s true.’ ‘But when I was throwing myself at you, it didn’t seem like you wanted to make it happen.’

-’Yeah, well here’s the thing about that.’ He was sat beside you now, his body was drawn closely into yours. ‘You were right, I’ve gotten so used to keep all of these people at a safe distance, that I didn’t know - didn’t know what it actually felt like when I fell - fell for one of them. I didn’t know.’

-Silence fell over you, your cheeks felt like they wanted to break into smile but you couldn’t allow yourself to bend that easily.

-’Look I just went out with Reggie, maybe he’s exactly what I need right now? No drama. He calls when he says he will, does what he says-’

-’I can do those things too.’ He drew himself even closer to you with desperation.

-’But you didn’t! And that same wise person told me that I’m the rule, that I have to stop thinking that every guy will change, that I have to stop thinking that-’

-He cut you off with his mouth. He brought his hand up to the side of your face, his hands curling into your hair as he cemented his mouth to yours, his thumb gently caressing the side of your cheek. He pulled back almost unwillingly.

-’-I’m the exception.’ You finished your sentence.

-’You are my exception.’

Okay geez that went on for longer than I expected (I just couldn’t stop) and yes I used a lot of dialogue from the film but I think some of the things Alex says can totally be applied to Jughead! All mistakes are my own and basically this is a substitute for me being too lazy to write a fic right now and I’m also procrastinating from doing real work.

Hope you enjoyed regardless of the fact this isn’t a real fic.

Touch ;

a/n; i wanted to finish this now but i had to go to a play !! but i like this idea/au, so here’s a taste. // should i continue this?? maybe this could be a THING //

Pairing ; phan

Warnings ; cursing, mild panic attack, mentions of shooting/guns

Genre ; fluff, mostly SFW

Summary ; shy!theatre nerd! phil, popular!soft! dan

Phil has been silently in love with Dan Howell for ages now, the popular boy who’s nice to everyone and wears nail polish and always speaks his mind, and he has hardly even talked to him. Just the occasional bump in the hallway or Dan asking for a pencil will make him fall deeper and deeper in love, and it hurts him that Dan doesn’t even know his name. His world completely changes when there’s a lock down at their school, however… and they get stuck in the bathroom together for four hours.

10:14 am

“Students of Jackson Highschool, we urge you to stay calm. Please make your way to the nearest classroom, and remember, no running.”

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xalreadyoverx  asked:

You are the reason I am a tinhat! You rock so much and now I can't believe I didn't see it before!!

Oh my god, that is amazing, darling-whose-name-I-don’t-know-but-that’s-okay!

(Anyone who has followed me for awhile probably realizes that I kinda have a weird thing about liking to know people’s names, I dunno, I’m weird. It’s not personal.)

Anyways, I have no idea how you stumbled across my blog or where you were in your J2 journey before you found me, but that makes me so delighted to hear that my posts (honestly mostly just reblogs of other wonderful people’s thoughts and musings and insight, they deserve the credit) actually convinced you over to the tinhat side!

(Quick shoutout to @glass-closet which was the first tinhat blog I ever found, and in just like a week or two Sera’s posts and patient answering of my questions made me go from not even really interested in the Js past the show *coughandwincestcough* to being a diehard, go down in flames tinhat. Love you, doll.)

So, yeah. Welcome to hell (it’s the best, don’t worry).

It’s also really fucking hot.

I mean, yeah, they’re fucking adorable…

But seriously, why does everything seem so sexual with them??

I mean, could you be more obvious?

No, really. Could. You. Be. More. Obvious??!??!?!

Because Jared’s not a chick yeah yeah we get it

YOU LITERALLY ACT LIKE YOU’RE MARRIED ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE CLICHED-BUT-TOTALLY-FUCKING-CUTE-WEDDING-CAKE-IN-THE-FACE THING

I don’t even fucking know what I’m doing anymore

Jared violently regretting his decision to make Jensen wait to fool around until after the panel

Yes I use that gif all the time because LOOK AT IT

Ah, who knows. Anyways, thank you SO MUCH for the message, darling. And welcome to the tinhat community! Come back to chat anytime :)))

anonymous asked:

Reaction to you wanting to have sex in the first date, how would it be when you start teasing them?

Jin

“Are you okay?? you seem fidgety” *You tell him you want to have sex* “We haven’t even gotten to the dinner yet ..”

Yoongi

*Is completely oblivious to your obvious touchiness* “What’re you doing ??” *You tell him you want sex* “Oh .. “ *feels just the slightest bit awkward*

J-Hope

“You want to go see a movie in theater or order one at home” *Waits for your answer but instead you move closer to kiss him* “I think I like this choice better”

Namjoon

“So what do you want to do next, we’ve eaten..” *You cut him off saying you want sex* “Well what’re we waiting for??”

Jimin

*You guys are sitting watching a movie* *You start touching his thigh, eventually tell him you want to* “Well we’re not doing anything why not” “I’m not sure though, it’s our first date”

Taehyung

“What’s the matter you keep touching and squeezing me” *you shyly confess you want to have sex* *He giggles slightly before bring you onto his lap* “Ok but you have to cooperate”

Jungkook

“Stop doing that,, Stop seriously it’s annoying” *you keep provoking him, keeping your intentions secret* “Seriously , gonna have to fuck the obedience into you and it’s only our first date”

xxNiNi

In the spirit of the same rhetoric-style, you tell me why Kubo had Ichigo ignoring Orihime time and time again?

And its a fact he KNEW she liked him, it’s confirmed apparently in We Do Knot Always Love You (Renji says “Haven’t you kept her waiting long enough”, and Ichigo says “I know”)

So, Ichigo knew she liked him and still did this;

LETS NOT FORGET all he cared about was her failure of a shield –

“You shouldn’t make such a nice girl wait for so long.” (Renji)
“…I know,” he answered in a voice that seemed to vanish. (Ichigo)

So, Ichigo canonly knew her feelings and still mistreated her?

The IH ending wasn’t planned, it was crammed because god knows what reason. The statements made makes the retcons look even more obvious and also depreciates Ichihime even more than it already was.

Stop putting this stuff in our tag.

Nostalgia Critic Quotes Starters

You know the deal. Feel free to change pronouns, add names to blanks, etc. There is some profanity in this one.

• “Why do they always want to do it the hard way?”
• “What can’t we do with an acre of land?”
• “We’re talking softly because it’ll upset the souffle?”
• “You know…like your head!”
• “You think you’re gonna get away from me, but you’re not, because it’s on.”
• “I’m sorry, but who thought this would be an exciting idea?”
• “This is even more exciting than that time I dangled keys in front of my own face!”
• “DON’T fall to the ground like a bloody corpse.”
• “Bad is rad and I’m ballistic!”
• “Oh, come on, it’s obvious. It’s so incredibly obvious.”
• “It’s junk food, brightly colored junk food for the mind.”
• “The orthodox levels on this are most un!”
• “Ah-ba-ba-ba, don’t tell me the problem, I only want to focus on the solution. I see…a banana. Use a banana.”
• “We are not on the same level as them! WE ARE HEALTHY!”
• “This looks like a job for flamboyance!”
• “Yeah! The opposite of what we saw before! The opposite of what we saw before! The opposite of what we saw before!”
• “Hey! You seem very…two-people-ish!”
• “Because that’s funny, right? Right? The correct answer is no.”
• “Punctuation is so wild!”
• “WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAAAAT?”
• “Clearly, we are dealing with artistic genius here!”
• “Please get in this evil device which is in no way an evil device. Joke’s on you; it’s an evil device.”
• “What do kids normally do? They make tofu or something?”
• “Stop it! Stop it! Stop trying to sound cool!”
• “All is lost.”
• “You’re so gosh darn wonderful.”
• “I’m sorry, ____. I like your place. It’s a nice looking place.”
• “I don’t care if it’s innocent and cutesy; it’s a piece of shit.”
• “But I don’t wanna laugh, I wanna get better.”
• “If its purpose was to bore the living shit out of us, I agree.”
• “You have to have one before you can lose it.”
• “Wait a minute, so you’re saying that if I jump aboard the bandwagon before it even becomes a bandwagon, I can be one of the frontrunners of the bandwagon?”
• “Redundant much, redundant?”
• “Was I really just a pawn in your lame-ass little punchline?”
• “Is this actually a popular thing and I just never noticed?”
• “My God…it’s full of shit.”
• “Put traffic cones around that apple juice; that shit is lethal!”
• “What is this, just another day at the store for you?”
• “Why are you being so blatant with how evil you are?”
• “Yeah, you know what’s living? Dying.”
• “No, wait, that’s not living. That’s…that’s fucking dying.”
• “I remember it so you don’t have to.”
• “You’re listening to frogs! It’s all a lie!”
• “I don’t know, it means I’m angry!”
• “Gee, does it have something to do with ice?”
• “I just wanna bring love and joy to the world.”
• “I haven’t been this shocked since I found out the secret to living a long lasting life…was breathing!”
• “You know, for kids!”
• “Start off with something innocent and lighthearted and then smash it down into cruel, cruel reality?”
• “I hear it’s a dictatorship where people disappear.”
• “Stay back; I think that’s real ketchup.”
• “That’s so out of the ordinary, I dare call it wacky.”
• “Get off my wet banana!”
• “B-B-B-Bullshit!”
• “Don’t encourage him. You’ll jiggy-jiggy regret it.”
• “Maybe you could start by getting out of the fucking bed.”
• “Well, that’s odd. It’s almost…normal.”
• “Gee, does THAT…SOUND…FAMILIAR?”
• “If we’re going through with this, I want to be prepared.”
• “Fucking bubbles!”
• “Inspire us! Say something stoic!”
• “Oh, by the way, we have to mail this to fifty or more people or else we get bad luck.”
• “I would LOVE to play a game with somebody!”
• “Fuck yeah, sparkle sparkle sparkle!”
• “If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna take the occasional break to look at myself in front of the mirror and cry.”
• “Cause let me tell you, it’s not always easy.”
• “People may die, but stupidity is forever.”
• “Stop calling it that!”
• “So, your argument is…you fucked up, you’re glad you fucked up, and you will continue to fuck up in new and spectacular ways?”
• “I did not just hear that.”
• “Time for a game of disappearing brain cells!”
• “I think he drank the cactus juice or something.”
• “I thought I had these burned!”
• “My heart soars every time. The monotone. The absolute lack of any human emotion. The way he doesn’t even refer to her by her name.”
• “I just remember that it was weird and childish.”
• “I know that it’s just my opinion, but I’m right.”
• “I remember it…but I don’t wanna!”

I got this idea in my head, and I don’t know exactly where to go with it.

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Silver Storm (7/?)

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

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *

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

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

Warnings: swearing, angst , a little fluff , SMUT FINALLY

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

Chapter 7

Your chest continues to tighten as your eyes stay on your parents. You feel your knees begin to weaken but Bucky’s arm wraps around your waist, keeping you upright. You move your gaze to his, confusion clear from your expression.

“Well come on, it’s been years, there’s no need for awkward silence!” Tony pushes, but no one responds.

“Tony, I don’t think -”

“No one asked you, terminator,” he shoots back at Bucky.

You know Tony thought he was doing something to help you but you don’t know what to do. Your Dad finally speaks, stepping forward and away from your mother.

"Y/n? I - we didn’t believe it when Mr. Stark called us. But you’re here, you’re you.“ He moves closer with every word. You panic. "You’re You.” His words echo through your mind. But I’m not. If they knew of the things I’ve done, the people I killed, they wouldn’t be here. They wouldn’t want me. You take a step back from you father, placing yourself slightly behind Bucky. The familiar pain appears in your head, but instead of seeing a memory you see just fragments of multiple. Flashes of your Father’s face while he says he loves you, moments where you were scooped into your Mother’s arms, so many memories keep flickering in your head.

You snap out of flashes, seeing the worried look from your parents. “ I’m okay , it was just a memory,” you whisper. You move closer to them, the memory of your Father sending a different kind of warmth through you. You stand right in front of them, fidgeting with your hands.

“I don’t know how much Tony has explained to you-”

“He told us you were kidnapped and forced to do very bad things,” Your father says. You nod, confirming what they were told.

“I’m not the same as before. I don’t know who I am. Memories resurface but it’s as if they aren’t my own. When I look at the two of you, I feel intense love, like I should be pulling you into my arms. But I don’t exactly remember why. I know you are my parents, but as of right now I don’t- all the memories aren’t here yet, ya know?” You try to explain without further upsetting them. Your dad takes your hand in his and takes a shaky breathe.

“We don’t understand exactly what happened to you, but no matter what it was, no matter how you’ve changed, you are still our daughter. We’ve spent years grieving thinking we lost you for good. We will not let you go again. We love you for who you were and who you are. When the memories come back, when you remember why you feel love for us, we will be here. We didn’t come expecting you to instantly remember us, to jump in our arms. We were told it isn’t safe for your health to try and force you to remember. We came to remind you that we are here, and whenever the memories comeback we will be here waiting with open arms.”

You can see tears falling down your Mother’s face, and as if on instinct you move your hands to her face, wiping her tears away. Her hand moves to cup yours, holding it to her face. The warmth of her cheek creating a familiar feeling for you like you’ve done this a million times. You pull your hand from your Fathers and use it to cup your Mother’s face. You lean your forehead against hers. “I don’t remember. I want to but I can’t. But I do know that I love you both. I can feel it through my entire body. I may not be me yet, but as soon as I am I promise I’ll explain everything. But right now, while all of this is still new, I have to do this on my own. I’m sorry you were put through all of this, I wish I could take the pain away.” You move yourself away and back to Bucky.

“Take care of her, please,” your dad requests, watching the way Bucky’s hand engulfs yours.

“I will, sir,” Bucky responds. You send them one last glance, then bury your tear covered face into Bucky’s chest.

You hear Tony making small talk as he escorts them out. When Tony returns, you remove yourself from Bucky and hug Tony.

"Thank you, but next time can you warn me?“ Tony smooths your hair down and places a kiss on your head.

"I thought maybe some big wind of memories would hit you and it would be this wonderful moment. I knew it was a long shot, but if I made you upset I’m sorry.” You reassure him you’re not upset which isn’t a lie, it’s just not the entire truth. You weren’t ready to face your family or anyone from before, not until you figure out who you are now. You can’t blame Tony though, it was all an act from his heart.

It’s been a couple days since your encounter with your parents and you’ve been glued to Bucky’s side since. He tells you everything you could ever want to know: his favorite color, tv shows, movies, music, food. He tells you of the things he’s done since being accepting into the Avengers. You slowly realize he kind of is the same as he was before, just with more depth to him. The little things he does, like when he runs his fingers through his beautiful locks or the way his face scrunches when he laughs, all send a warm feeling through you. After having a movie night with the team and being reintroduced to Star Wars (you slightly remember it from when you were young), you and Bucky call it a night and say goodnight to the team.

When you enter his room, you go right to his drawers, pulling out one of his shirts then moving to grab a pair of panties out of your bags. He just watches you with an amused look on his face. When you close the bathroom door behind you it doesn’t shut all the way, leaving a slight view of you to Bucky. He pulls his eyes away as you begin sliding your pants off and copies your previous actions, grabbing his pajamas. He swaps his clothes quickly and looks into the bathroom again to see your bare back and (barely) covered ass as you move to pull his shirt down over your head. You begin to turn, making Bucky rip his eyes off you before he gets caught being a creep. He flops down on his bed, trying to act natural and conceal the bulge that is starting to form beneath his pajamas. You stroll out, completely unaware of the slightly panicky Bucky. You jump into his bed beside him, going right to snuggle yourself against him. You feel his body tense at your touch at first, causing you to pull back.

“Bucky, what’s wrong?” concern in your voice. He clears his throat,

"Nothing, why do you ask?“ You raise your eyebrow.

"You’re really going to lie? Your entire body just twitched when I touched you. Did I do something wrong?” Your heart drops at the thought of doing something to cause Bucky not cuddle you. His turns to you, cupping your face.

"No no no, you didn’t do anything. I - oh God, this is embarrassing.“ He sighs, dragging a hand down his own face.

"What’s going on? You know I won’t jud-”

“Isawyouchangingandnowihaveabonerandididntwantyoutothinkimcreepy.” He doesn’t take a breath as his words jumble together. Your eyes go wide and a loud laugh bursts through you.

“That is what you’re freaking out about? Jesus Buck, it’s a natural thing! Calm down, you dork,” you say between laughs. His face and body relaxes at your words. Your lips twitch into a smirk, a devious plan forming in your head. Wouldn’t hurt to try, right? You trail your hands on Bucky’s chest, gaining his full attention.

“So, you like what you saw Bucky?” You run your finger down his chest.

He gulps, not able to meet your eyes. “I think that answer is obvious, Doll. ”

“Say it.”

“I love what I saw. Those panties seem to fit you just right. What are you up to, Y/n?” He squints his eyes at you.                                                                      The smirk stays glued to your face. You move your body over his, hovering slightly above him. You sit yourself over his lap, your core resting against his erection. When it rubs against you, a spark shoots through you.

You hold back a moan and move yourself against him again, reveling in the feeling. His hands fly to your waist, guiding your actions. He groans as you move, encouraging you to go faster. You brace your hands on his chest as you grind your soaking panties against his rock hard cock. After less than a minute of rough grinding, Bucky flips you both, landing between your legs.

“If you want to stop tell me now because I don’t know if I can stop myself if this goes any farther.” You can hear the struggle in his voice, like he’s barely holding himself back from you.                                                                                       “Bucky, I want you.” A wide smile spreads across his face. You don’t hesitate in pulling him into deep kiss, your tongue immediately finding his. You part from the kiss, looking into his eyes. Your lips meet again, drawn to each other like magnets. You scratch at his back as his lips move down to your neck. You release sweet moans as he sucks at the sensitive spot under your ear. You wiggle out of your shirt, your bare chest now barely pressing against his. His lips create a path from your neck down to your chest. Before he goes further, he sends you a look silently asking permission. You frantically nod yes, whimpers pouring out of you as his lips wrap around one of your hardened buds. He switches between nipples, paying equal attention to both. You can feel yourself soaking through your underwear as his tongue runs down your stomach. In one swift move, he rips your underwear off, leaving you completely bare to him. His fingers slide through your folds, spreading your wetness over his fingers. You arch your back into him, urging him to keep moving. His lips return to your neck as he enters two fingers into your dripping center.

“Bucky please, Мне нужно больше (I need more),” you whine. He withdraws his fingers and you pull him into a bruising kiss. The room is filling with your combining moans as he slides his hard cock between your folds, teasing you.

“Это то, что ты хочешь, любовь моя (Is this what you want, my love?)” he whispers as he nips your ear.

“Please.” He pushes in slowly, filling you completely. You gasp at the sting but it quickly turns into pleasure. He starts slowly thrusting deep into you.

“You’re so tight, Doll. You feel so good around me.” You moan and meet his thrust with your own.

“I’m not going to break. Stop treating me like I’m going to crumple.” You know he’s holding back but right now that’s not what you need. He sends you a devious smirk then begins pounding into you like there is no tomorrow. You dig your nails into his back and he slams into you at an animalistic pace. Whimpers slip out of you as he slams into you, hitting the perfect spot and driving you insane. His lips are all over, sucking at your neck, ear, and chest. You pull his lips to yours in a sloppy, desperate kiss. You bite at his bottom lip, causing a growl to sound in the back of his throat. He mashes his lips against yours, the dominance clearly his now. His hand slides down your body, toying with you clit. The feeling of his lips on yours, his fingers swirling around your sensitive clit and his hard cock pounding into your g spot, has your walls clenching down around him. You feel the rubber band that’s been wound in your stomach near its end, causing your breathing to pick up.

“Oh my God, Bucky, I’m-”

“Cum doll, I’m right behind you.” He slides his hand between you, rubbing tight circles on your clit. He sends one particularly hard thrust in you and your orgasm bursts. A loud, filthy moan escapes you as you’re thrown into pure ecstasy. He finishes right behind you, a strangled moan falling from his lips as he releases inside you. He slumps on top of you just as spent as you.

“I love you,” you say, trying to catch your breath. He pulls your body to his, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I love you, Мой солнечный свет (my sunshine),” he says. You drift asleep in his arms, staying peacefully asleep throughout the night.

You wake up in the morning, a soreness aching through your body letting you know last night wasn’t a dream. When you look to the other side of the bed, you aren’t met with the sight of the man you love, just an empty bed. Your face drops and you sigh as you pull yourself out of bed. You throw on a pair of shorts and sleepily find your way to the kitchen. Bucky’s back is turned to you as you walk in so you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around him.

“No one likes waking up alone, jerk.” Your voice is muffled as you bury your face in his back. He chuckles, turning himself in your arms.

“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. You have to be starving from your long night.” He winks as a blush spread over your cheeks. You recognize the smell of pancakes.

“Oh my God, yes.” You pretty much moan at the thought of food. Bucky chuckles, leaning down to place a quick peck your lips. He returns to making breakfast and you help him after you both decide to make enough for the team. Eventually everyone files in and you all sit together eating a nice, relaxing breakfast together. It doesn’t last long though, because the elevator doors open, tearing you all from your food and conversation. A man walks in wearing a completely black outfit and a matching black eye-patch. You see the entire team tense up, confusing you.

“Was anyone going to alert me of the new addition or did you all pussy out?” He spits, rage evident in his voice. Bucky grabs onto your hand under the table.

Who the hell is this guy?

Sunflower Letter | Jungkook

Summary: This is just the Yule Ball, so Jungkook shouldn’t be that nervous, right? / In which Jungkook tries to ask you to the infamous Yule Ball and, well…
Genre: Fluff/Humor, Harry Potter!AU
Word Count: 6,223
Author’s Note: I’ve been meaning to write this for a super long time after finding some short drabbles in my drive, rereading @jungkxook’s Amortentia for the umpteenth time, and just having an everlasting love for Harry Potter. Also, Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them is coming out soon and I cannot handle it.

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Jungkook’s relationship with you could be documented by a series of self-inflicted, awkward moments—courtesy of Jeon Jungkook himself. To be fair, it’s not exactly your fault he could never get through anything involving you without tripping over something, stumbling into something, crashing against something or just doing something in front of you that constantly contradicted the cool, smug, collected facade he had spent years trying to build and maintain.

The worst part of it all is that the nerves that gathered together at the mere thought of you is not something he could take out of his system by dating other girls—the gender isn’t the problem. It’s just you.

God, the journey of insanity and embarrassment he’s had to go through because of you—and you don’t have the slightest clue.

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