trying to stay serious

10 hours until the vet trip. Im an anxious mess. Im trying to stay positive that its nothing serious, because chances are that its something easily fixed.
But its really hard because we literally have no idea whats wrong.
I’m just scared. I really want to just sleep but I can’t :(

You know i love the idea of karma and nagisa starting a relationship when they were still in highschool but you know whats better? Them just starting a relationship WHEN THEY’RE OLDER:

  • Nagisa having a crush on Karma when they were still in highschool but wasn’t able to tell him, fastforward to 8 years in the middle of the year, his students are all asking “do you have anyone you like” and “who was your first love?” Types of questions
  • Him answering “well there was this one person in my class–” and the class is so intrigued by the story but it ends in a so half-assed tway hat they ended up saying NO THAT CANT BE THE ENDING” and basically scolding their teacher to man up and that he really missed his chance
  • Or Karma is the one who had a crush on Nagisa but again DIDNT TELL HIM cause he thought it would just trouble nagisa and he didn’t want that.
  • His office mates keep asking why he doesn’t have a girlfriend or wife despite his looks and job and he’ll just answer with “sorry im only interested on a person who is willing to hijack a space-shuttle and terrorize highly trained astronaut with me to save a mutant octopus” and of course they think he’s joking
  • They started setting him up with random girls but it doesnt work out so they start asking him what type of person he’s looking for and he just sTARTED DESCRIBING NAGISA and they’re just like “wow man thats really specific” and he just replies with “its just a list of things im attracted to”
  • Both of them just saying to them selves “they’re over it” but t h e y  a r e n o t and they’re completely in denial
  • OR just them not realizing ANYTHING AT ALL in their high school years, cause they never fell in love before and they just keep saying this is a “normal feeling that b r o s share” and the whole class E just watches them in pain
  • “So who’s going to tell them?”
  • They then try hinting at them multiple times and then they realize this will never ever work
  • “they’re geniuses when it comes to assassination but complete idiots when it comes to their own feelings” AND THIS LITERALLY GOES ON FOREVER
  • After so many years they meet each other again at a certain shop for the first time and it became a routine for them that visit the shop and they basically starts hanging out like they used to
  • Both of them falling in love all over again with each other but they don’t realize it again and there’s this nagging feeling of “they should say something”
  • Them being like “oh shit oH SHIT” after the dawning realization of their feelings
  • Both of them realizing they actually fell in love with each other since junior high
  • Having this awkward tension between them that they felt like they were back in school until one of them breaks it and a literal RELIEF for both of them
  • But they still were’t a hundred percent sure so it ended up with Karma courting nagisa LIKE A HIGHSCHOOLER
  • Nagisa-sensei receiving flowers and chocolates randomly and students keep asking questions about where its from
  • Especially on valentines day, everyone in the faculty gave him a rose on the way to his desk and to his surprise (and embarrassment) his whole desk is covered with petals and a chocolate cake in the middle
  • Getting random embarrassing text from karma in the middle of class as a joke
  • Karma waiting in front of the school and the students keep asking who’s the handsome guy with a suitcase upfront until nagisa walks over to him and drags him out and they’ll all be like “O”
  • Karma greeting Nagisa good morning and goodnight every single da y on text
  • Both of them texting each other when they have a bad day and they just surprise each other at their own apartment bringing them their favorite food
  • Karma trying to stay serious and cool but when nagisa texts him he Becomes REALLY GIDDY AND COULDNT STOP SMILING
  • When Nagisa visits him in the office for the first time all of karma’s office mates are like “OH MY GOD THEY EXIST”
  • The whole building instantly welcomed nagisa
  • THEY ENDED UP CREATING JOKES LIKE “the gods have answered” and “koro-sensei is so proud”
Best Undressed: Josh Dun smut

Y/N: Sorry I fell off the face of the earth. I was super busy and I still kind of am but I’m going to just see where this goes and keep doing requests and stuff whenever I get a chance. Okay love you all xoxo

Anonymous said:
concept: y/n is supposed to have dinner with tyler and jenna but while y/n is trying to get dressed, every time y/n puts something on, josh takes something else off…?

*female reader, smut

Water rushed down against your skin, hair tousled between your fingers, soapy suds sliding down your back, steam rising from the shower, your lips pressed together, eyes closed, humming a soft tune of a song your boyfriend had been caught listening to earlier that day. Warm showers were always something you enjoyed, the way the water glided down your body, messy hair cascading down your shoulders, steamy hot air surrounding you, able to close your eyes and be alone. Although you had enjoyed some pretty amazing shower sessions with your boyfriend Josh in the past, you had to admit that sometimes being alone was just as pleasurable.

As you rinsed yourself off and stepped out of the shower, you looked in the mirror, drawing a smiley face in the foggy glass simply for your own amusement, then snatching a towel and wrapping it around your body. You walked out of the bathroom and stepped into your bedroom, picking up your phone and eyes going wide. “Fuck,” you gasped.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Josh raised an eyebrow, turning around to reveal his outfit, a fine tuxedo with a tie to match your outfit. “Oh gosh.”

“Yeah,” you gulped nervously. “I’m going to make us so fucking late. In fact, I think we already are. Geez, I am so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Josh reassured.

“Not it’s not,” you argued, crossing your arms over your chest. “Dammit I even called to make sure you were already dressed when you came home from work and that I’d be ready for you to pick me up and I just feel-”

“Sweetie, it’s fine. Really,” Josh insisted, sitting on the edge of the bed across from where you were standing, nervously biting your lower lip. “We have dinner with Tyler and Jenna every month. I’m sure being a little late once won’t totally ruin our relationship with them. They’re very forgiving.”

“No, no, no,” you shook your head, closing your eyes tight, cursing yourself over and over in your head. “You don’t understand. Jenna’s been trying to get these reservations for months. It’s one of the fanciest restaurants in town and they’re constantly busy, I can’t believe I’m already running late.”

“Y/n, trust me. It’s going to be okay,” Josh explained.

“Why didn’t you knock on the door and tell me?” you groaned.

“I just got home,” he told you. “I thought you were just in the bathroom or something. I didn’t know you were taking a shower.”

“I’m so screwed,” you muttered under your breath, running a hand through your hair. “Please call Tyler and tell him we’re on our way. I’ve got to get dressed.”

“Babe,” Josh eyed you up and down slowly. “I’m telling you, honest, it’s fine.”

“Shut up and call him,” you insisted, rushing over to your closet and trying to find the dress you had agreed on wearing for over a week now. Your stupid ass ruined everything, and it was something you and Jenna had planned for almost forever, everything down to the smallest detail. You felt like crying, but forced yourself to suck it up, try to clear your mind, forget about it, and instead, use as much time as you had right now to change things and make it right. You were so angry at yourself, knowing you had already fucked everything up. You fumbled for the dress, finally picking the hanger out of the closet and taking a step back when you felt two arms snake around your hips, pulling your back so it was pressed against his chest.

“I think you need to lose the towel, sweetheart,” Josh whispered in your ear.

“I think you need to prioritize,” you narrowed your eyes, turning around and pushing him back.

“I am,” he nodded. “You’ve always been my number one priority.”

“Jenna’s going to be pissed,” you grumbled.

“No she’s not,” he rolled his eyes. You discarded your towel and Josh instantly smirked, eyes gazing at your exposed body. “Besides, we’re already late anyways.”

“Exactly. That means we need to hurry the hell up,” you argued. You paced over to the dresser, tugging it open and bending down to pick up your bra and underwear, Josh raising his eyebrows and eyeing you carefully. “Oh stop it. We don’t have time for this.”

“We always have time for this,” Josh reminded. You glared at him and slid on your panties, watching as he skillfully removed his tie from around his neck, then the suit jacket.

“We’re supposed to be getting dressed,” you snapped, fixing on your bra as he began to unbutton his shirt. “Not undressed.”

“I know,” he shrugged, undoing the last button and tossing the dress shirt across the bed.

“Josh,” you hissed, grabbing your dress and stepping into it, pulling it up towards your body as he unbuckled his pants, unzipping them, slowly sliding them down as you adjusted your dress. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“You tell me,” he winked, kicking off his pants and walking over to you slowly.

“Joshua,” you stated his name more forcefully this time, trying to stay serious and angry. “Put on your goddamn clothes. We’re so fucking late.” It took every particle within your being not to stop and stare at his chest, the way his muscles accentuated his tattoo sleeve, how wonderful he looked, how you just wanted to run your hands down his skin and kiss him all over. No, you couldn’t think about that. You had to get to the restaurant and you needed to do it now.

“Mmm I think I’d rather stay in for the night,” he insisted. “I mean, my clothes are off, I’m kind of comfortable, and you look really lovely in that dress. Kind of makes me want to see what’s underneath again, for a longer period of time than the last maybe. I mean, you did get dressed sort of quick-”

“Goodness gracious, Josh!” you finally lost it, rage boiling up inside of you, fists clenched at your sides. “We plan a dinner for how many weeks and then we can’t even get there on time, much less get dressed? This is ridiculous!”

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” he smiled, managing to somehow look past all the fury overflowing from inside you.

“Shut up,” you maintained your glare, glancing down for a split second to realize he had a hard on before flickering your eyes up to meet his, still trying to fight the temptation.

“Come on baby, you know you want to,” he sighed, slowly moving his hand down his chest to his boxers. He dipped his thumb underneath the fabric, outlining the waistband, slowly moving it lower, exposing his hips. “I’m already hard.”

“Fuck it,” you instantly placed your lips on his, both of you sharing an open mouthed, passionate, desperate kiss. He quickly went to work on the zipper of your dress, tugging down the fabric and picking you up out of it, placing you onto the mattress of the bed and laying down on top of you.

“Shouldn’t have even bothered getting dressed,” he mumbled in between greedy kisses.

“I should’ve known,” you chuckled, kissing him one last time before his lips trailed down your neck, nipping at your skin and gliding his tongue across the pain and replacing it with pleasure, leaving hickeys as he traveled towards your breasts, unhooking your bra and sliding that off of your shoulders before grazing his teeth past one of your nipples, massaging your other breast with his hand.

“So beautiful,” he barely breathed as he placed kisses on your chest.

“Shit,” you gasped, tilting your head back into the pillows as he started to move lower, palms slowly gliding down your stomach, pressing soft kisses to your belly, then your waist, and lower, until his thumbs hooked the waistband of your panties and slid them down. Before you could even say another word his mouth was on your core, licking stripes up and down your folds, making you let out a loud moan. “Holy fuck, Josh.”

“That’s right, y/n,” he mumbled, moving his hand over your entrance and slowly inserting a finger, pumping it in and out, flicking his tongue against your skin. “Say my name.”

“Oh god, Josh,” you moaned even louder, him inserting another finger and picking up the pace, his tongue tracing circles over your clit, making you grab fistfuls of his hair, tugging at it desperately. You were so close to cumming when he pulled away, making you whimper for more, and he licked his lips, smirking as he slowly sucked your fluids off his fingers, remaining eye contact with you the entire time.

“You want this, baby?” he stroked a hand over his clothed cock. “You sure you don’t want to go to the dinner? I mean, if you really insist, I’m pretty sure you were set on going. I’m sure we can just-”

“No,” you shook your head. “Josh, don’t tease me.”

“I don’t know,” he looked away innocently. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s best we just go back, apologize, still try to make it.”

“Shut up,” you demanded, turning him over onto the mattress so you were straddling his hips, tugging down his boxers and sliding them off his ankles, tossing them off of the bed. “I want to fuck you so bad. You keep tempting me, keep teasing me, I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

“Then do it,” he stared at me, brown eyes intimidating and overwhelming yet so fucking tempting. “If you want it so badly babe, all you need to do is fuck me. Fuck me good and fuck me hard.”

“Whatever you say,” you smirked, carefully taking his dick in your hands and lining him up with your entrance before pushing down, sliding every inch inside of you, gasping and tilting your head up, listening to Josh let out a soft moan.

“Oh fuck y/n,” he bit down on his lower lip. “Ride me, baby. Fuck me so good.”

“You don’t have to say it twice,” you narrowed your eyes, thrusting your hips and pushing him even deeper, moving up and down. His hands gripped your waist, pushing you faster, harder, putting you at an even quicker pace. With every thrust you grew closer, your legs trembling, gasps and moans starting to get harder to restrain. Josh was a mess too, and you could feel from the way his movements began to get sloppy, more desperate, both of you barely hanging on.

“Shit,” he moaned as you both orgasmed, riding out waves of euphoria as you both came, your sweaty and exhausted body soon collapsing on top of his, the two of you trying to regain a steady breath. “Dammit you feel so good, y/n.”

“Totally worth it,” you let out a light chuckle, his arms wrapping around you and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. “What are we going to tell Tyler and Jenna though?”

“We’ll figure something out,” Josh reassured. Just then, his phone rang from the nightstand and you both stared at it. “Maybe I should get it. It’s Tyler after all.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, reaching for it and then handing it to Josh. You were surprised there weren’t any missed phone calls or texts.

“Hey Ty, look I’m so sorry-” Josh began to say but Tyler was already speaking.

“I’m so sorry, look, Jenna and I got a little distracted and I guess we weren’t keeping track of time. We didn’t make it to the reservations, I’m so sorry dude, you must’ve been waiting forever,” Tyler quickly explained. Josh blinked for a few seconds, staring at you and then laughing. “Wait. You’re not mad?”

“It’s kind of a funny story,” Josh stifled a laugh. “Me and y/n never ended up making it either. We sort of had the same predicament you guys did.”

“Ah, I’m not sure it was quite the same,” Tyler insisted with a small chuckle. “I’m sure you both had quite the uh, distraction though, too.”

“Believe me, I did,” Josh grinned. “Anyways, we’ll do dinner some other time I’m guessing?”

“Sure,” Tyler decided. “Anyways, you two enjoy your uh, whatever it is you’re doing.”

“Why? What were you two doing?” Josh raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Watching a movie,” Tyler stuttered.

“You sure it was a movie?” Josh persisted.

“Oh shut up,” Tyler argued, you could practically hear the eye roll from on the other side of the line. “Dinner next week work for you?”

“Yeah,” Josh nodded. “See you later.” He hung up the phone and then set it on the night stand before turning towards you again.

“So, we’ve got the rest of the night to ourselves I assume?” you asked.

“You bet your ass we do,” Josh smiled. “You know what that means?”

“We put our clothes back on like normal people and go out to dinner ourselves?” you raised an eyebrow. “Come on, Josh. I didn’t buy that dress for nothing.”

“You always looked best undressed, sweetheart,” he insisted. “I was thinking something a little different.”

“Then what?” you narrowed your eyes.

“I was thinking we should just stay in for the night,” he winked. “That means we have time for round two.”
'Once Upon a Time' Stars Share the Story Behind Wish Realm Hook
Warning: This story contains major spoilers from Once Upon a Time’s midseason premiere. Read at your own risk! The years have been unkind to Wish Realm Captain Hook! During Once Upon a Time&#…

The years have been unkind to Wish Realm Captain Hook!

During Once Upon a Time‘s midseason premiere, Emma (Jennifer Morrison) enlisted the help of Pinocchio (Eion Bailey) to build a new wardrobe, thus providing a portal back to Storybrooke. However, with a bounty available upon Emma’s safe return to the Wish Realm castle, a familiar face was all too quick in attempting to “rescue” Emma so he could claim the reward. Her supposed hero? Captain Hook (Colin O’Donoghue).

However, this wasn’t the Hook that Emma (or OUAT fans) remember. Like most others in the Wish Realm, Hook actually aged, though he definitely did not keep his figure — the pirate’s penchant for rum didn’t serve him well.

“It was one of my favorite incarnations of the character,” O’Donoghue tells EW. “It was great because the guys were like, ‘Look, you’re going to be old, fat, and just a crazy version of yourself,’ and I was like, ‘Okay!‘”

It took roughly two and a half hours in the makeup chair to put together this new version of Hook. “I hoped it would take longer to make me look like that,” jokes O’Donoghue, who explains that the look was created with just makeup, not prosthetics.

“It wasn’t until I got the makeup on and the hair and the costume that I figured out who he was going to be,” O’Donoghue says. “I really wanted him to sound like Hook, but different, older. It was just funny. He was a big bumbling idiot. I wanted him to be a complete contrast to who Hook is at the minute, but also he, in his mind, believes that he is God’s gift to women and that he has this fantastic debonair air about him when in actual fact, he’s just a mess.”

Seeing the creation come to life was a treat for Morrison. “It was so fun,” the actress says. “He had such a good time doing it. We’ve been calling it Old Hook. It’s a really fun exchange where we come across him and, obviously, Emma is trying to stay serious, but it’s pretty funny because she knows that the repercussions of this aren’t real, as long as we get out of this realm. But maybe we should lay off on the alcohol a little bit.”

Once Upon a Time airs Sundays at 8 p.m. ET on ABC. Read our postmortem with Morrison and executive producers Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis on Emma surviving the prophecy here, and read our postmortem with Kitsis and Lana Parrilla about Robin’s return to Storybrooke here.

anonymous asked:

Travelling with Tom?

If it was a trip, you’d probably travel around America, being stereotypical tourists all the way. You’d even convinced Tom to wear one of those awful ‘fanny packs’, though you didn’t manage to get him in a floral shirt, no matter how much you’d insist he’d look exactly like Harry Styles.

Or maybe you two would just travel around the UK, driving down to Cornwall, thinking it would be a nice journey where you two could ignore your phones for a couple hours. What neither of you realised that it took five hours. SO naturally, after the first two hours, you were complaining that it would take less time to get to Greece.

But if you were travelling around the world, you’d insist to try all the local delicacies, no matter how weird they were. However, Tom threw that back in your face when you refused to try Zebra, mocking your voice, ‘But Tommy, we have to try the local food, to get the full experience.’ Which earned him whack on the shoulder.

You’d get him back when you were on a night flight, and drew a moustache on his top lip, and then wrote ‘MUG’ on his forehead in massive letters. When he woke up, he would be so delirious from the change in times, and still being a little sleepy, that he wouldn’t realise until you got to the hotel and he was brushing his teeth. He’d then storm over to you, trying to have a go at you, but you couldn’t stay serious with that bloody moustache on his lip, reminding you of the time you visited him on the set of ‘The Lost City Of Z’.

Though when he’d finally managed to scrub the ink off his face, he saw the bed empty, then saw your figure on a sun lounger on the balcony starring at the stars above you. He crept forwards, not wanting to disturb you, so you only knew he was behind you when you felt his arms around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I know this is gonna sound cheesy,” He whispered, his lips directly next to your ear, “But I couldn’t imagine travelling this world with anyone, other than you.” Then pressing a kiss on your cheek.

You let out a light chuckle, twisting in his arms, and wrapping yours around his neck. Resting your foreheads together, quickly giving him a peck, and pulling away and walking into your room.

“You’re right, Thomas, that was incredibly cheesy. But I guess, I’ll love you anyway.”

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“Could you just a jealous Happy imagine?🙈”

Fastening your gold high heels, you wiggle your freshly painted toes, the metallic paint shining back at you. You walk to the long length mirror, assessing your appearance and making sure everything was perfect. The red dress you were wearing showed all of your curves off beautifully, your ass looking particularly plump.

A knock on the door makes you jump, before you grab your clutch from the chair, triple checking your hair one last time and opening the door. “So? Will it do?”

Happy’s eyes roam up and down your body, causing you to smirk. Tonight, you were working for the club, sweetening some deal with an investor that the club needed. Being the good old lady you are, you agreed pretty much straight away, accepting that you couldn’t be given too many details just yet.

Even though you were completely fine with doing this, your fiancé took a little more convincing, not wanting any man to even think he had a chance with you, let alone spend a whole evening with you.

“I should just take you here, right now.“ he growls, his hands grabbing at your hips and pulling you towards him. “This job is bullshit.”

You smirk in response, placing your hands upon his face and bringing his lips to yours, trying to reassure him through the kiss. Nibbling playfully at his bottom lip, you pull away, hunger in his eyes. “It’s just a job, baby. I’m all yours.”

“Don’t you fucking forget it.” he warns, his insecurities being hidden by his dominant tone. Smiling lovingly at your man, you entwine your fingertips with his, the two of you heading downstairs.

“You look beautiful.” You squeeze his hand at the compliment, wishing you could just stay here, lost between the sheets with Happy.

You walk into the living room, being welcomed with whistles and hollers from Jax, Tig, Chibs and Juice. You feel your man stiffen up in anger, him pulling his hand out of yours and sitting down, a murderous look on his face. Rolling your eyes, you grin. “Thanks, guys. We all set?”

Jax looks around to the other members, them nodding in confirmation as they all stand, Juice and Tig walking past you, squeezing your shoulder in encouragement as they leave.

“Tig and Juice are going to ride ahead, stake the place out just to make sure it’s all good.” Jax explains, your mind racing with ideas of what could go wrong. He must notice the change in your expression, a reassuring grin slipping onto his lips. “It’s just a precaution, darlin’. We’ll look after you.”

Nodding, you blow out a deep breath, telling yourself to calm down. “Me and Hap are driving you there, and we’ll walk you in and introduce you. You good?”

“Yep, I’m good.” you reply, looking at your sulking partner on the sofa. Jax follows your gaze, sympathy on his face as he looks at his brother. Happy stands, refusing to meet your eye, and nods once at his brother, leaving without even acknowledging you.

“He’ll be fine.” Jax starts, his hands resting on your shoulders comfortingly. “It’s gonna be hard for him to watch, we’d all be the same. Thank you for this, (Y/N).”

Sighing deeply, you stare at the door Happy just left out of. “I’m happy to help. I just hope he understands that.”

“That sounds awful.” you laugh, taking a sip from the fruity alcohol in your glass. Tony, the man you were trying to persuade, grimaces at the memory.

“Believe me, sweetheart, it was.” You were actually having quite a good time, the sleazeball you were expecting actually turning out to be a pretty decent guy. Although, you found it hard to focus, Happy glaring at Tony’s back so harshly you were surprised he hadn’t dropped dead.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to powder my nose.” you state sweetly, grabbing your purse and heading towards the toilets.

You’ve barely washed your hands when you hear a light knock on the bathroom door, your heels clicking on the floor as you walk, pulling open the door. “Juice?”

“Jax told me to come get you, it’s time to go.” he explains, your eyebrow raised in confusion. You’d barley eaten your starter, how was it already sorted?

“Oh, christ,” you groan, your head shaking in disbelief as you solve the puzzle yourself. “Happy?”

Juice chuckles nervously, not wanting to land his brother in the dog house, but not wanting to lie to you either. Looking across to the table you were sitting at just minutes before, you see its been vacated, a few notes left on top to clear the barely there bill. “Let’s just say Happy made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”

Juice leads you outside, his hand on your back protectively as you move past wandering eyes. Once you reach the outside, you catch eyes with your dumb ass boyfriend, giving him no expression. “Take me home, Jax.”

You hear low whistles as you shut the door, Happy telling his brothers to shut up as they wish him luck, your wrath having its own reputation.

“Babe?” you roll your eyes as you take off your makeup, the apologetic voice behind you being one you know oh too well. Enjoying the effect your silent treatment is having, you move past Happy, plugging in your phone and placing it on your bedside table.

“I’m sorry for ruining the fun you were having with that slimy prick.” Happy growls, jealously dripping from his words. Scoffing, you walk up to your man, pointing your finger at him accusingly.

“Don’t you dare try and make me feel guilty, Hap.” you scold, his harsh eyes softening as you tell him off. Folding your arms, you try to stay serious, wanting Happy to know he’s not going to get off the hook so easily. “It’s not my fault you can’t control your jealousy. All I wanted to do was help, do my bit for the club.”

“You did, I just sped up the process.” Happy argues, smirking at you, your hard shell cracking at his playful demeanor. You hit his chest warningly, a sigh leaving you.

“I wanted to do this, Hap, prove my loyalty to you and SAMCRO.” you explain, pulling him by his arm and pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed. He pulls the front of your shirt, spreading his legs for you to stand between, his hands resting on your hips.

“You got nothing to prove, baby girl. Club loves you, I love you. You’re family now.” His fingers squeeze at your skin as he talks, your own fiddling with the neckline of his leather kutte.

Locking your arms around his neck, you straddle Happy’s lap, his touch slipping under your shirt as he traces soothing circles, goosebumps appearing on your body. “What am I going to do with you?”

He grins at your statement, knowing he’s back on your good side - not that he ever left - as he falls back on the bed, bringing you down with him. His grip slips south as you bring your lips down to his, squealing into the kiss as he roughly squeezes your ass.

Pulling back, you tease the man beneath you, hovering over him but not letting his lips connect back to yours. “I love you, you protective bastard.”

He smirks, knowing that despite his uncontrollable jealousy, you’d never want him any other way.

Originally posted by bringmesomeanarchy

A/N - I find it so easy to write about Happy, I feel like he’s got so many layers to him, so many different personalities. What a daddy😂😍


Okay so I might be the last person on earth who has seen this but damn that’s so very sad and entertaining at the same time. I mean look at them, doing their awesome acting (which I couldn’t but actually really want to after seeing stuff like this) while trying to stay serious. Those Deatheaters waving their wands, pretending to be fighting their greatest battle while it just looks like little kids having some fun with some sticks. I don’t know why I’ve never seen this before but it makes me so happy that I want it to play again and again and again. 

I know that filmmaking works like this.. it’s just so.. awesome seeing all this stuff from such a perspective. 

BTS reactions:They hide from paparazzi in the changing room you are in.

A/N: You guys keep coming up with all these awesome requests.Sorry for any mistakes made

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: “  Can I have BTS reaction when they go to the mall but they see paparazzi so they have to hide in a random changing room? However, you are in there, wearing nothing but a bra and undies. You guys don’t know each other and he has to stay there for a long time because the paparazzi is still there. Thanks :))) “


  He will turn around immediately.When he tells you why he was in there ,you would let him stay until the paparazzi were gone.As a gentleman he will offer you his jacket to put over your body. “I am really sorry about this.”He will try to stay as serious as possible just so he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable. No matter what the atmosphere will get awkward, so be ready for some of his ‘dad jokes’. 

Originally posted by jjilljj

Min Yoongi/Suga: 

  He will start bowing immediately after he walks in the changing room. Yoongi will tell you how sorry he is for doing this, but he had no other choice.After he notices that you are feeling a bit uncomfortable because you are in underwear, he will take of his jacket or grab something around you and tie it around his eyes. “I promise I can’t see anything, but just so you can feel comfortable ,I will face the other direction.

Originally posted by jeonbase

Jung Hoseok/J-hope:

 Hobi will start goofing around to make you laugh a bit.You will be facing his back too, but that won’t stop him from telling you jokes or making strange poses.You will get used to his funny stuff and won’t even notice when the time passes.He will once more say that he is sorry before leaving.

Originally posted by jhope-ah

Kim Namjoon/Rap Monster:

  The moment he walks in the changing room he will be shocked and turn around immediately, saying that he is sorry and telling you why e was in a situation like this one.There will be a sudden silence that will make the atmosphere awkward.He won’t be able to say anything.As he is walking out, Namjoon will stop and say something like “By the way, black lace would look great on you.

Originally posted by https-km

Park Jimin:

  He will be all smiley and stuff.You won’t be able to see his face as he will be looking in another direction.He respects your privacy and is doing this not to make things awkward.His face will start getting red after awhile and the smile onto his lips won’t disappear. Jimin will say that he is sorry and run out of the changing room in a hot second.

Originally posted by princejimin

Kim Taehyung/V:

  Tae will act a bit like a child and jump around in the changing room, because he feels awkward and shy as hell.He might not blush like Jimin would, but if by chance he touches your arm, he will jump and hit the wall or mirror.He won’t stop saying how sorry he is for this.

Originally posted by sekaiz


  Once he turns around as sees you in just underwear he will freeze, his brain trying to fully comprehend what is happening right now.”Don’t stair so much!” when you cover your chest, Jungkook will immediately take off his jacket and give it to you”I am so so so sorry.I really didn’t mean to stair, I was just a bit shocked.”

Originally posted by buy-me-jams

its just a cough! - evak drabble

i just wanna give a big thanks to @sanabckkoush for some of these great ideas i included in this drabble!! i hope she enjoys it and that all of u enjoy it too, thank you

It just started with a light cough for a couple of days, and then a fever set in, and Isak and Even both knew - Even had a cold. Great. Not even the biggest of colds, but Isak made a big deal out of it anyway.

“You’re not going to school today! And quite frankly, neither am I because I need to stay here and take care of you,” Isak exclaimed as he saw Even getting ready for school and he was just about to head out the door before Isak took his bag and threw it on the couch. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, c'mon baby! It’s just a little cold, I’ll be better in a few days..”

Isak shook his head, clearly not having it, “You’re gonna go back and change and come out here and have breakfast and then you’re gonna go into our bedroom and take a nap, okay?”

Even sighed, but he didn’t really mind. He changed into some sweats and sat at their newly built dining table as Isak set out a galore of scrambled eggs and toast. Even smiled at his boyfriend, happily filling his plate and they began the usual. 

“Sleep well last night?” Even asked as he took a bite of toast. 

“Well, besides your wheezing and coughing, sure,” Isak noted, smiling at Even from across the table. Even laughs, shrugging, finishing off his plate just as Isak got up to clean up the table. 

“Now, get your butt in the bedroom and sleep. You need it. If you need anything, call me in, okay?”

Even smiled, kissing Isak on the cheek as he walks into the bedroom, tucking himself into the bedsheets and easily drifting off to sleep to the sound of Isak’s feet pattering across the flat and the smell of his boyfriend still lingering on the sheets.

By the time Even wakes, Isak is lying beside him on his side, staring at him, smiling. Even smiles back at him, tapping his nose as he turns on his own side to face him.

“What time is it?" 

"Around noon,” Isak said. “Are you hungry? I can make you something.”

“A little.. but if I refused food you would make me something anyway,” Even mused, grinning as Isak laughed.

“You’re right. I’ll make you some soup, okay? Something easy, right?”

 "Okay, thank you. I love you,“ Even replies.

"Mm, I love when you say that. And I love you, too,” Isak says, giving Even a quick kiss before jumping off the bed and hurrying to the kitchen.

“Hey! I’m sick, you shouldn’t be allowed to kiss me!” Even shouted after him, sitting up in their bed, smiling and holding back a laugh.

“I don’t really care! I love and care about you so I will give you as many kisses as I want!” Isak shouts back, and his laugh echoes through the apartment.

As soon as Isak gets back into the kitchen, he’s lost. He has not the slightest clue of where to start when making soup. Sure, they have instant soup in the cupboards, but he wants to impress his boyfriend with his culinary skills, so that’s exactly what he’s going to do - but he doesn’t even know where to start.

As soon as he even tries to begin, he’s already making a mess. Spices everywhere, vegetables sitting on the counters, pots and pans scattered about the whole kitchen, and Isak is getting frustrated. Very frustrated. As he reaches for a saucepan in which he thinks is capable of making soup in, and just like everything else, he drops it - but this time, it’s way too close to his foot. He jumps back just as the pan clatters to floor and yells ‘fuck’ and he knows there is no way to turn back now. 

He quickly picks up the pan and as he sets it on the counter, Even walks in, a concerned look on his face and he spots the mess and his lover is in the middle of it all.

“Isak, are you..? Alright? Do you need help?” Even asks, walking into the middle of the kitchen where his boyfriend stands. As soon as Isak spots him, the stress leaves his eyes and it seems like he could just completely melt into Even’s arms, but he doesn’t. 

“What the hell are you doing? I specifically said to stay in bed. You should really listen to your boyfriend because he cares about you!” Isak says, basically stuttering out the words. “Go, go go now. Back into bed.” Isak ushers, following/pushing Even back into their bedroom as Even just chuckles, and Isak bites back a smile, trying to stay completely serious.

“Okay, Doctor Valtersen, I think I’m safe and tucked into bed now,” Even jokes, smiling as Isak gives him an evil look, but his dimples show that he’s clearly amused as he heads back into their kitchen.Isak quickly pulls out his phone from his pocket and eagerly decides to text Eva - a natural cook, which he needs in this time of need - and asks her a simple question.

Isak: Eva, I need your help. How in the fuck do you make soup??

Eva: What? Why do you need to know how to make soup?

Isak: Even is sick, help out a worried boyfriend pleeease?

Eva: Alright, alright. Here’s an easy recipe you should be able to follow. Best of luck, hope Even gets better soon.

Isak smiles to himself, grateful for the help, and immediately begins, limiting his mess on the counters with only things he needs. He quickly gets started, preparing the ingredients and such and so, and finally - it’s finished. He smiles to himself, proud and confident and ladles some into a soup bowl for Even and carefully carries it into their room, gently sitting right next to Even who is patiently waiting.

“So, what did you make for me?”

“A potato something soup,” Isak answers, confidence flowing through his veins as Even takes the bowl from him and eats one spoonful. Isak grins as he sees Even face light up just as it always does when he eats something delicious.

“Holy shit, this is amazing! Isak, you’re a star,” Even praises, taking another spoonful, sighing in delight. “Wait.. this tastes familiar.. Did you ask Eva for this recipe? Because this tastes like the soup she brought to the Christmas party last year..”

Isak blushes, looking away from Even, nodding in embarrassment, “Yeah, kind of…”

Even sets the soup bowl gently in his lap, taking his hand and grabbing Isak’s chin lightly, forcing him to look at him, “Listen.. I don’t really care. I love it. And you made it. That’s all I care about, okay?”

Isak nods, giving Even a kiss, smiling and eagerly pushes the bowl back into Even’s hands and Even graciously finishes it, playfully asking Isak for more but Isak refuses, telling him cooking is a pain in the ass and Even laughs, smiling at the fact that yes, cooking is a pain in the ass. And so is trying to impress your boyfriend with your cooking.

Isak decides that around 4 PM, it’s safe to take Even out of isolation - aka move him from the bedroom to the living room. 

“Do you feel like watching some movies?” Isak asks as he sits Even on the couch, the duvet covering him from head to toe - Even claims he doesn’t have chills but Isak doesn’t listen.

“Um, yeah, should we watch.. Romeo and Juliet? The Leo version?” Even offers, and Isak doesn’t object. Obviously. 

He quickly slips in the DVD and Even opens up the blanket, inviting Isak in, and he cuddles up to Even and clings to him like there’s no one else in his life but him.

About an half an hour through the movie, Isak finds Even asleep, his head lightly placed on his shoulder, the discomfort making him notice, but he doesn’t have the heart to move him, so he just bares through it while the movie plays on as he rests his head on Even’s, the movie soon droning out into the distance as he, too, falls asleep, the steady breathing of Even right beside him and the fact that Even is right beside him, draws him into a deep sleep, - even though it’s half wheezing, half breathing. 

High School AU: Phil Coulson & Melinda May

“I promise it was an accident,” Melinda said sincerely, in the way that only she could.

“How could you possibly do that accidentally?” Phil retorted, trying to stay serious in spite of the absurdity of the situation, “who pours a gallon of honey on the most dangerous guy on campus by accident?”

“Technically, I didn’t pour anything on anyone,” she pointed out, because she cared about that sort of thing, “it was balancing on the door.”

“I’m serious, Melinda,” Phil sighed, shaking his head, “You’ve really done it this time. We’re going to have to change our names and transfer to a school out west.”

Melinda smiled sweetly, “Sounds like fun.”

If AIDA gets an AU, then I do too!!

hey so this is kinda unrelated but over hiatus, i wanted to make a chatfic of l&c but had no idea what to do. so i spit out this trash and then did nothing else with the idea ever again lol 

lockwood.epee has added luce_carlyle and gcubbooks to the chat.

lockwood.epee: Hey, everyone! :D

luce_carlyle: Hey

gcubbooks has renamed the chat ‘the motherfuckin clique’

gcubbooks: in the words of our lord and savior kanye west

lockwood.epee: George, we’re trying to stay serious about this; it’s the club’s main chat!

luce_carlyle: No swears either since barnes has to be in the chat too

gcubbooks has renamed the chat ‘the motherfencing clique’

lockwood.epee: Yeah, that should do.

Heartbroken Part 5

Request: Hi Tori! You’re like my favorite author ever. Could you maybe write one where Bucky cheats on the reader, of course she’s heartbroken and when he realizes what he’s done he does everything to get her back? With happy or sad ending, whatever you prefer

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Bucky trying (not really a warning but eh)

A/N: My best friend’s phone was fucking up (I could hear her perfectly fine but she couldn’t hear anything but static) and she told me that she could hear laughter from my end through the static noise and I flipped my shit because I wasn’t laughing. At. All. It was creepy as hell. But anyways, continue on :)

Bucky went the rest of the week not talking to you, not because he didn’t want to talk or be around you but because he was giving you space and because he had been planning on how to gain your trust back.

He couldn’t start big, you know, asking you to have dinner with him or be alone with you in general. He feared you still may not be comfortable around him and just him. He decided to start small.

“Please?” Bucky whined, clasping his hands together as he stood in front of Natasha and Steve.

“What movie are we gonna be watching?” Steve questioned. Bucky didn’t know why he asked, Steve would watch it with them no matter what.

“Burlesque.” he responds.

Natasha groaned. “Ugh but that’s her favorite movie and I hate that movie and then she’s gonna sing literally everything and then I’m gonna want to punch her because she has such an amazing voice and-”

“Hater.” Steve cut Natasha off from her rambling and she glared at him.

“So what do you say?” Bucky asked.

Steve looked at Natasha who pouted and smiled. “We’ll be there.”

“Great!” Bucky exclaimed at the same time Natasha groaned. Again. “I’ll go call her, hopefully she’ll answer and I’ll invite her over. Can you guys set up the living room?”

Steve smiled at his friend who was overly excited. “Yeah we got it pal.”

Bucky nods and runs off to his room. He grabs his phone and dials your number but something dawns on him and he quickly ends the call.

“Maybe this whole thing was a big mistake. I shouldn’t call her. She needs time away from me and I need to give her that.” He tells himself. “Ah, screw it.”

Bucky dials your number again and held the phone up to his hear. He hears the first ring and quickly ends it again.

“What are you doing? Just leave her alone!” he scolds himself. Bucky runs his fingers through his hair as he looked down at your contact. “Fuck it.”

For the third time, he calls you, only to hang up again after the second ring. “That’s it. I’m done. I’m not gonna call her, this was a mistake, she would’ve said no anyways.” he mumbles to himself. Bucky was just about to get up to tell Natasha and Steve it was off when his phone began ringing. He looked at the screen and gulped. It was Y/N.

Without hesitation, Bucky pressed the answer button. “Hello?”

“Hey Bucky.” you say, a little awkward. “Why’d you call?”

Bucky’s face paled. “Um.. It’s not - I just - it’s nothing actually.”

“You called me three times, it’s something.” you state.

Bucky sighed. “I.. Was wondering if you’d like to maybe come over and watch a movie with me?” you open your mouth to respond but he beats you to it. “-well not just me. Steve and Nat will be there to.”

At the mention of Natasha’s name, you calm down a bit. It won’t be awkward with those two with you. “Yeah sure, I’ll be there in ten.”

And sure enough, you were there, laying your head on Natasha’s lap on one couch while Steve and Bucky were on the other. While you were so focused on the movie, singing along with Christina Aguilera to Bound To You, Bucky watched from the opposite couch with a smile on his face.

He loved your voice. The days when you stayed the night together and he’d have nightmares, you would sing him back to sleep. Your voice - how do you even describe such a beautiful sound?

After the movie ended, you called it a night. You hugged Steve then Natasha before moving along to Bucky. You had almost hugged him but stopped yourself from doing so. Would it be too awkward?

Bucky gave you a small smile and waved. “Bye Y/N, see you later.”

You let out a sigh of relief, mentally thanking Bucky for not pushing it. “Yeah, see ya.”

It was like that for a while, he would hang out with you with the others around as to not make it so weird or awkward between the two of you. He didn’t want it to seem like he was forcing you to be around him. Bucky wanted you to be comfortable with his presence, and after a while, you were.

Once he knew you were okay to be around him alone, he decided to level up.

“Hey Y/N.” he says as he walked into Tony’s lab, spotting you at the table with a box full of bunnies in front of you.

With your tight grip on the box, you turn your head to Bucky. “Hey what’s up?”

“Um.. I was.. I’m sorry, what’s up with the bunnies?” he questioned, slowly walking over to you.

“Tony’s trying to make little stupid suits for them. That’s torture!” you respond, looking into the box with loving eyes. “These poor bunnies.”

Bucky thought it over, once, then twice before grabbing the box of bunnies. This startles you and you jump up from your seat, eyeing the brunette.

“Let’s get them out of here then, yeah?” he says, causing a smile to grow on your face. You look around the room and nod, the two of you quickly making your grand escape. When the elevator doors open up to the lobby, you smile, rushing out with Bucky following behind you. Before you made it to the door, Wanda walks in, smiling yet confused to see you with Bucky.

“What’s going on here?” she asked, trying to stay serious but she couldn’t help the smile that was easing its way on her face.

“Saving bunnies, no time to stop and talk. See you later Wanda.” you respond rushing past her but stopping and backing up. “And don’t tell Tony.”

You exit the building and Wanda looks up at Bucky with a smirk. “My question still stands.”

Bucky shrugs. “You heard the woman, saving bunnies.” and with that, he walks out to meet you outside.

“We should probably walk away from the building.” you say, trying to catch your breath. “Wow, I barely ran and I’m out of breath. I need to work out more.”

Bucky laughs, glancing at you ever so often as the two of you walked down the street.

“So what are you gonna do with these bunnies?” Bucky spoke up, half way down the road.

You shrug. “I dunno, keep them and raise them as my children.”

“That’s a good idea.” Bucky chuckled before you suddenly gasp, causing Bucky’s eyes to widen.

“What’ll I do if my apartment has an inspection? My building doesn’t allow pets. Oh no.” you groan.

Bucky thinks quick. “You could drop them off with me.” he suggests. “I’ll sneak them in my room, Tony will never know I have them and besides, no one ever comes in my room except Steve and I know he won’t say anything.”

You think it over for a bit. It should be fine, you consider Bucky to be a friend. Not a good friend or a best friend or even a close friend, but a friend. And friend was enough.

“Yeah, okay.” you nod, continuing your walk.

Bucky then remembers what he was meant to ask you in the first place, before the whole ‘saving bunnies’ thing took off. “Hey do you want to get some coffee with me?”

You let out a laugh at his outburst and he continued. “Actually I really want hot chocolate. The weathers really nice for hot chocolate.”

It really was. It was nearly December so it was pretty chilly outside. Soon they’d have snow falling.

“Aw now I really want hot chocolate too.” you whined, causing Bucky to chuckle.

“Let’s go get some. The bunnies can come too.” he says and you nod, allowing him to lead the way.

“Hey Bucky.” Tony calls out as he entered the kitchen where Bucky was rummaging through the fridge. He stands up straight and closes the fridge door.


“You and Y/N are on good terms, right?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah. Why?” Bucky was now intrigued.

“She left this in the lab the other day. Mind taking it back to her?” Tony held out a jacket and Bucky nods, grabbing the clothing.

Bucky made it to your apartment in record time and knocked on your door.

“One minute!” he could hear you shout before seeing you peek through the little window right next to the door. You open your door and pull him in quickly before shutting and locking the door again.

By the look on your face, something was going on but before Bucky could ask you what was wrong, you spoke.

“Remember when I thought it was a good idea to take care of seven bunnies?” you ask him and he nods. “Well it’s not. It’s a horrible, horrible idea.”

Before he could ask why, seven bunnies come hopping out of your room and into the living room.

“They won’t stay still. One hopped up on the counter and knocked over a plate. I can’t do this.” you say. Bucky held in his laugh as he watched one bunny continuously hop on the curtains until they fell, causing you to let out a frustrated groan.

“Okay, okay, I have an idea.” Bucky spoke.

“I’m listening.”

“We can give them away to people walking along the street.” he says and you ponder over it, tapping your chin in the process.

“For free?” you ask.

“For free.”

“And we’ll give them away to people who look like they’d be the perfect person to love and take care of a bunny?”


You look around, seeing the mess that the bunnies were already making and nod. “Okay, let’s do it.”

Which is how you both ended up on the street, asking people that were passing by if they wanted a free bunny. You had gave away almost all of them, only leaving 2 in the box.

“Hey little boy!” you say, catching the young boys attention. His mother looks at you before they both walk over to you and Bucky. “You want a free bunny?”

“Yeah!” he then looks up at his mother. “Can I have one, please mom, please?”

The mother looks at the bunnies, then at you and Bucky. “Why are you giving them away? Is there something wrong with them?”

“No, there was just too many of them to take care of all at once. I promise you they are completely healthy.” you respond with a smile.

The mother looks down at her child who was smiling up at her with hope in his eyes before nodding. “Okay. You can have one.”

“Yay!” the boy cheers and Bucky reaches into the box, pulling out a bunny and handing it over to the kid.

“Look, I even bought him a little jacket.” you say before standing up straight. Bucky thinks back to just ten minutes ago when you forced him to help you put tiny jackets on all seven bunnies. You didn’t want them to get cold.

“Thank you!” the child grins.

“No, thank you.” you respond. “Have a nice day.”

They walk away and you look down at the last bunny. His fur was white. Completely white, no specks of black or gray or any other color for that matter.

“Six down, one to go.” Bucky says, bending down to pick up the bunny but you stop him. “What is it?”

“I think I’ll keep this one.” you say.

“You sure?” he asked, looking up at you from his position on the floor.

“Yeah.” you pick up the bunny and smile. “His name is Winter.”

Bucky stands up and throws away the now empty box before strolling over to you. “Alright well let’s get you and Winter back up to your apartment. It’s freezing out here.” he says, placing his hand on your back as he gently pushed you over to your building door.

“Thanks for helping me, Bucky.” you say, not taking your eyes off of Winter.

Bucky smiles. “No problem.”

A/N: jeez this was pretty long, I kinda got carried away.


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Begin Again: Chapter 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 End
Word count: 2,373
Warnings: a couple of swear words, mention and brief description of a panic attack
(Tags at the end)

Bucky had been standing at the head of the bench press spotting Steve for the past twenty minutes, only half concentrating on his friend. Steve could handle dropping the weight on himself, probably. His mind was still reeling from the conversation he had had with you last night on the balcony. He had woken up at two in the morning and had ran into you in the kitchen when he got up to make himself some green tea to calm himself down.

He figured Sam had been exaggerating, but dammit the tea actually helped. 

Bucky knew that as much as you liked to talk, you also treasured your peace and so he hadn’t expected for your eyes to widen momentarily as you took in his panic-stricken form. You had been in the compound for … almost a month? And yet it was so easy to open up to you.

‘What are you thinking so hard about?’ Steve panted. 

Bucky blinked, losing his staring contest with the wall opposite. ‘Nothing,’ 

‘If you wanted to ask her out, she’d say yes.’

Bucky snapped out of his daze, looking down at his friend, but stayed calm. Steve was a dork but he was also observant, especially when it came to his teammates. Bucky wasn’t surprised that Steve picked up on his crush. 

‘I don’t think so,’ Bucky replied, abandoning Steve on the bench and hooking up a punching bag at the opposite end of the room. ‘She’s just being friendly.’

Steve smirked. ‘She doesn’t take the time to coax everyone back to sleep, Buck.’

Bucky blushed furiously. ‘How’d you know about that? And she doesn’t do it all the time, just happened like twice.’ 

‘Still, that’s more than enough.’

Bucky tried to suppress his broad smile. ‘You know she told me to screw Hydra,’ he chuckled.

‘What?’ Steve laughed breathlessly, resting the bar in place and sitting up.

‘No seriously, it was awesome,’ Bucky said. ‘I mean, I appreciate everyone’s patience but I think I needed to hear that.’

‘You’re only proving my point,’ Steve said knowingly. 

Bucky made a face and shook his head. ‘We’re friends, Steve, but I don’t think she’d want someone with so much baggage. Relationships are different.’

‘You’re just talking hypothetically,’ Steve argued. 

‘Steve, she -’ Bucky scowled. ‘She’s like the sun, y’know? She’s so good at everything I’m terrible at and she’s so smart and she’s gonna graduate from college and have this fancy high-tech job and fucking live this life that I can’t be a part of because I’m still trying to learn what the fuck this century even is!’

Steve surveyed his friend as he voiced all his thoughts that had been accumulating for the past few weeks; maybe longer, maybe since he had come out of cryo in Wakanda. It wasn’t news to Bucky that his experience under Hydra was an unfortunate, horrific chain of events that were never a result of his own doing, and although Bucky was still healing from his past he didn’t quite need to be comforted as much on the issue. It was that Bucky felt like he was falling behind; it was combination of his PTSD and his frustration with his PTSD, and the incredibly rational fear of his captors and the organisation they were part of. Bucky was just scared. 

‘I really like her but I like being her friend and I don’t … I don’t want to push my luck.’

After three weeks of living in the compound, the butterflies in your stomach were getting increasingly harder to ignore. Around you, Bucky completely eased into this charming, dorky, guy whose smile could reverse climate change and outshine the sun. 

The worst part was that there was a completely rational part of you that was content with being Bucky’s friend - not only that, but that part of you knew that it was the best thing for him. The man was only just starting to adjust to life here after seventy years spent as a weapon, two spent alone trying to salvage bits and pieces of himself to construct a new level of normalcy, and then ending up in the middle of a crisis resulting in being sent back into cryo. Bucky didn’t need a love life, he needed a friend (besides mum-friend Steve) and you were more than happy to fill in the blanks. 

And then there was the irrational, irritating part of you that wanted nothing more than for Bucky to grab you and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe. You wanted everything you had with him now - the times when you taught him basic mechanics, binge-watching Parks and Recreation after everyone had gone to sleep, midnight pizzas, and drag races (him in one of Stark’s flashy cars, you on your first born child-slash-motorcycle) … You just wanted to kiss him while you did all of that. 

And of course there was the one most poignant worst moment of your life where you and Bucky were driving together just to get some time away from the bustle of the compound; the sun was setting, highlighting the sky with brilliant fiery oranges and golden hues and the light kissed his skin and made his eyes glow like stars or water when the moonlight hit it just right. There was a comfortable silence in the car, save for the music coming from your phone which you had plugged into the speaker system. You were passing through the older, more crooked part of Brooklyn when Bucky knitted his eyebrows and said -

‘I think I used to live here.’

You turned in the passenger’s seat to face him. ‘Really? How can you tell?’

Bucky turned the car back around, circling around the block. ‘There’s gotta be a street sign somewhere,’ he muttered under his breath. ‘Yeah, look!’

Bucky ended up parking the car on the pavement. You both got out and he lead you down between two decrepit apartment buildings; the fire escapes were rusting, black paint chipped, and the brickwork was starting to crumble. Still, with the way the setting sun was hitting the buildings and casting long shadows from the window panes across the walls, it was picturesque. 

Bucky made a point of walking next to you, so close that your arms brushed together. He had his hands tucked in the pockets of his jacket.

‘It used to be kinda sketchy,’ he admitted by means of explanation. ‘But Steve and I lived close to each other and there was this lady who lived with her niece next door and they were always real nice to us. Steve and I used to babysit her niece in the summer while she was at work …’

You smiled at him as he spoke endlessly about his days here. It was the first time he had told you memories of his past before Bucharest, before Hydra, before that period of time where his lifeline knotted and frayed and unraveled. You knew that Steve must have been aiding Bucky in regaining his memories and that there was a time where Bucky held no emotion for the things that he remembered while he tried to place himself back in some sort of timeline, but right here you sensed that Bucky knew he had reasons to be happy. It was all you could ever really ask for, all you realised you wanted for him.

Bucky broke off his sentence, looking at you and realising you had been staring at him. ‘And, yeah, that’s - that’s how we …’

You smirked at his blush and looked away. 

‘What?’ Bucky ducked his head down, smiling nervously, that animated glint still prevalent in his eyes.

You shook your head lightly unable to stifle your smile. ‘Your Brooklyn accent was getting really strong there.’

Living in the compound also meant picking up on the habits of your housemates, meaning you soon found that your window of solidarity rested between one and five o’clock in the morning. No one slept before eleven; people would start to wake at five; no one slept after nine a.m. (except Wanda who, like you, appreciated the art of sleeping until the sun was high in the sky sometimes. You really liked Wanda); Between eleven at night and one in the morning, Sam, Natasha, and Bucky would be playing video games and binge-eating. You loved the team but you also loved being alone sometimes. 

Which was why you were surprised to see Steve in the kitchen at two in the morning. If not asleep, he should have been in the gym.

‘Shouldn’t you be beating the living sand out of a punching bag, Cap?’ you asked as you dug around in the fridge looking for last night’s leftovers. You’d be damned if Sam got to the vegetable lo mein before you did.

‘I wanted to talk to you,’ he replied. 

‘How’d you know I’d be awake?’

‘FRIDAY monitors our activity,’ said Steve smiling somewhat tauntingly; his arms were folded over his chest. ‘I figured a genius such as yourself would know that over a hundred year old man.’

You rolled your eyes. ‘What do you want, Steve?’

‘What’s going on between you and Bucky?’

You choked on the mouthful of noodles, eyes streaming as you took several sips of water to calm yourself down. 

‘What?’ you coughed.

Steve seemed completely unphased by your shock. He didn’t say anything. 

‘Me … Bucky and I - no, there’s nothing,’ you said trying to sound calm.

Steve stayed quiet.

‘I’m serious,’ you emphasised. 

Steve blinked. 

You scoffed. ‘I think Barnes is a little too old for me, Cap, no thanks. We’re just friends, I’m catching him up on something called the twenty-first century, mother, so - I don’t think so.’

There was another beat of silence where your heartbeat pounded in your ears and blood crept up your neck, a blush colouring your cheeks.

Steve quirked an eyebrow and smiled. ‘He’s the same way.’

You paused. ‘What?’

‘He likes you.’

You shook your head and smiled self-deprecatingly. ‘I know that relationships work a little differently now but you’re reading too much into this, Cap. Bucky and I are friends.’

‘I haven’t seen him like this - ever,’ Steve added. ‘Even when we were in high school, Bucky was never this carefree.’

‘It doesn’t matter, Steve,’ you said firmly. ‘I don’t even like him, I have the emotional range of a grape.’

‘That’s not true.’ The bastard didn’t even acknowledge your grape comment. 

‘Steve, I’m not some saving grace that’s gonna get Bucky out of whatever pit he’s in.’

‘That’s the point though, that’s why he likes you,’ Steve implored. ‘Bucky’s been through hell and all he wants is to move on from that. Stark and Natasha thought it best to throw him into missions to get his mind focused but you’re grounding him. I don’t wanna sound dramatic -’

‘You are dramatic, Captain I-Don’t-Need-A-Parachute,’ you grumbled.

‘But you’re basically giving Bucky a reason to be happy here.’

‘Anyone who makes that guy a new arm would,’ you muttered. ‘And that doesn’t mean that he feels anything for me.’

‘You don’t see the way he looks at you,’ Steve argued, ‘and he’s too shy to say anything.’

You stared at him, speechless, with your arms folded, your snack abandoned on the kitchen counter. How does he look at me? The question was on the tip of your tongue but …

‘Bucky’s nice and all, Steve, but I don’t think he’s interested,’ you mumbled. ‘Now,’ you cleared your throat, ‘if you aren’t going to damage Tony’s gym equipment, then I will.’ 

On your way out, you passed through the dead silent corridor, pausing when you noticed that Bucky’s door was ajar. Approaching cautiously, with a stealth Natasha would be proud of, you peered through the gap.

Bucky was sitting on the edge of his bed hunched forward with his head in his hands breathing raggedly; Natasha was sitting next to him, close but not touching. You could hear her murmuring words you couldn’t understand - she was speaking in Russian. You remembered Natasha once saying that she wanted to give Bucky some positive affiliation with fragments of his past, including the language of Bucky’s days as the Winter Soldier.

Bucky was rubbing his hand harshly over his heart.His eyes were screwed shut.

Natasha must have sensed you were there because she looked up and beckoned you closer; as if pulled by an invisible string, you complied and sat by Bucky’s left side.

‘Barnes, you okay?’ you breathed, brow creasing when he nodded without looking up.

‘Breathe through your nose,’ you said in the same tone. ‘Nice and slow.’ You did the motions with him. ‘In … and out …’

Bucky repeated your instructions and you could tell by the gradual ease in his shoulders that his breathing was starting to regulate.

‘What happened?’ you murmured to Natasha.

She bit her lip. ‘Panic attack,’ she replied almost silently.

You looked briefly around you, eyes falling on a glass of water, full to the brim.

‘Is this …?’

‘Yeah,’ Nat replied. ‘I’ll leave you guys alone.’

You knelt down in front of him, one hand cupping the back of his neck and rubbing it gently with your thumb, and the other squeezing his knee. Keeping one hand on his neck, you brought the other to his chin, prompting him to look at you. His eyes were circled with darkening shadows and were streaming with fatigue. You smiled softly at him, brushing the hair at the nape of his neck soothingly.

‘I-it was -’

‘You’re fine,’ you hushed. ‘Breathe now, tell me later, yeah? We’ve got all the time in the world,’ you smirked gently.

It was like clockwork the way you were with him.

‘C’mon,’ you prompted, handing him the glass. ‘Small sips.’

You could feel another set of eyes boring into you and you shifted your eyes past Bucky’s figure and saw Steve watching you with a raised brow and a knowing smirk - past the despondency he felt for his friend - and then retreating to his room.

You ignored him, pushing his words to the back of your mind. You didn’t need his assumptions that Bucky felt anything non-platonic towards you; right now you just wanted Bucky to get his breathing back to normal and get some sleep.

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Too Young

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“I don’t know he’s different than most guys.” Your friend says with the biggest smile on her face. “You know how picky I am with the men I date.”

“Yeah I remember.” You say laughing. She smacks your arm lightly and laughs along with you.

“Enough about me! Tell me about your famous boyfriend.” You smile and sigh.

“He’s amazing. Literally my ideal guy!” You say falling back on the couch dramatically.

“Really!? Finally! I honestly thought you would never find him!” She says and you sit up and glare at her.

“It’s not like I wanted crazy qualities. Just simple ones.” You say sticking out your tongue.

“Sure.” She says rolling her eyes.

“But the only problem is our age difference.” You say as your face falls. “Don’t get me wrong it doesn’t bother me, it’s just I’m only 22 years old and he’s 30 years old. I get scared that sometimes I’m too young for him.” She furrows her eyebrows.

“You met your dream guy and you’re letting age bother you?” She says.

“Kinda.” You say as you bite your lip avoiding eye contact. “I don’t let it bother me…I just think about it sometimes when I do something childish or if I want to go somewhere childish.”

“Have you talked about it with him? How he feels?” She asks and you shake your head.

“No because I don’t want him to feel some type of way. He’s not like other guys his age where he’s serious all the time. He jokes around a lot but he’s 30 now. I don’t know….”

“People don’t change that quickly with age. Trust me.” She says laughing. “If it bothers you then just talk about it with him so you can see where he stands with the whole age gap.” You sigh and look away.

“It’s fine.” You say and she gives you a look and then shrugs her shoulders.

“Ok whatever you say.” She says rolling her eyes and you shake your head.


After hanging out with your friend you had decided to surprise your boyfriend at the studio. You loved coming to the studio to watch the magic happen.

He showed you some of the new songs he had recorded.

“I really like this one.” You said as you sat next to him. He smiled and took your hand in his.

“I knew you would.” You smiled back as he clicked to the next song. “This ones my favorite so far.” You sat and listened intently to his favorite song. He stopped it midway and turned to you. He bit his lip and you sensed something was up.

“Can I ask you something?” He says and you move closer to him.

“Yeah. What’s up?” You say smiling trying to make him smile. His expression stayed kind of serious.

“How do you feel about me?” Your eyes widen and you let out a small laugh. As you open your mouth to speak. He puts up his hand to stop you. “Honest feeling.”

“Why are you asking me this? You know how I feel about you.” You said calmly as your heart raced. Why was he asking you this all of a sudden? He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair.

“You had butt-dialed me while you were hanging out with her friend earlier and I heard what you said about our age gap.” Your eyes widen and you bite your lip looking away. Scared of his reaction after what you were going to say.

“I get scared that I’m too young for you. That one day you will get sick of me and break up with me.” You say looking at the ground to avoid his gaze. He laughs a little and pulls your chair closer to him. Having both his arms on the armrest he stares at you. You continue to ignore him with your hands in your lap.

“Can you look at me?” He says with a small laugh. You slowly look at him. “Age to me is nothing. I don’t pay attention to our age gap. When I’m with you I don’t feel like age is a problem. We are both children at heart and love joking around and pulling pranks. You’re different from other girls your age and I like that about you. Heck your even more mature than most girls my age.” You laugh and shake your head. “Don’t ever for a second think that I’ll leave you. You make me the happiest man and I plan to be together with you for as long as you want me.” You pull his face to yours and kiss him.

“Forever?” You say in a childish voice and he laughs nodding.

“Forever if that’s what you want.” He places his hand on your cheek and rubs it with his thumb. “I love you. If anything ever bothers you just talk to me, ok?” He says laughing and you nod your head as he places another kiss on your lips.

BTS REACTION: On your wedding day

Rap Monster: Probably would be the most dangerous day of Namjoon’s life, after all he’d be nervous and anxious because of the ceremony and that would make him more clumsy than usual. Wait for you at the altar without freaking out was impossible, would say a lot of nonsense things and end with a nervous smile.

During the party he’d try to enjoy as much as he could, but wouldn’t leave you alone. And in the end of the night would make clear that he was the happiest man in the world.

Jin: His focus on this day would be making sure that everything is perfect for it to be the best day of your life. He’d prepare many events for the ceremony and the party and would be proud every time something worked out well. Would be very excited while waiting for you at the altar and before you two could be side by side he’d be crying.

The party would be something spectacular, full of details to impress all the guests,but for Jin that was his way of saying how special you were to him.

Suga: I think he’d try to stay serious all day, always checking to see if everything was okay and would send a message or call you every one hour. At the altar couldn’t take his gummy smile off his face and would spend the whole ceremony holding your hand to make sure that everything was real.

At the party he’d release, and would probably do a special event for you, like sing a unreleased song or making something with all the members. He’d also steal you lots of kisses and love to watch the details of your clothes, makeup and hair, wondering how much time was spent just for him.

J-Hope: He’d be crazy,because would miss you during all morning and would be questioning  this “rule” of  not to see each other. I believe he’d deal well with the nervousness, but his tense laugh would be there until he sees you walking down the aisle.

Hope would be very happy and especially excited for the rest of the ceremony. Would try to control the tears, but at some point let get away and then wouldn’t care for anything else. Already at the party he would be the most excited, would dance all the time and could be hard even for you to keep dancing with him.

Jimin: Smile and cry, it’d be Park Jimin during all day. He’d wake up already agitated, would try to see you, but would be stopped; at the altar would not stop and the moment he saw you’d be hooked and it would be just you in this (his)  world.

I believe he would cry a lot, especially after hearing your “Yes” and wouldn’t t stop to say a second how he love you and would love you for all eternity. During the party he’d also only have eyes for you and probably would cry even more.

V: He’d take some time to understand what was happening, he’d look calm until the moment you were in front of the priest, making your marriage vows. And he’d say phrases like “Jagi… We are really getting married, woah!”

After that he wouldn’t let you alone anytime, he’d kiss you and repeat for himself that now you are definitely the woman of his life.

Jungkook: I imagine him with serious face without speaking a word all day, so he wouldn’t show all the jitters he was feeling. Kook doesn’t seem to be the type of person who really care to marry, so you should be someone who he really loves.

I believe that the ceremony and the party would be small, but very well organized and he would be with a cute smile on his face every time and at some moments he’d watch  you, thinking how lucky he is.

~ADM Cherry and Misso~

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