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Misdialed Call (Part One)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero. (Drabble Series)

Author’s Note: Hey guys. I’m back from my hiatus. I’ve miss you guys so much. I hope to continue writing for a while now that midterms are over and done with. I hope you guys enjoy this series and thank you for everything!
Also, special thanks to Combat Anon for the idea of this series!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 934

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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“Wow, I know we didn’t spend a lot of time together back when we met, but your tact is all coming back to me now,” you said with a laugh, situating your phone between your shoulder and your ear. 

“Is that a yes?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, the thing is–”

“We saved your ass,” Dean interjected, and you heard Sam say his name in the background, reprimanding. You took a breath, fighting the urge to both laugh and roll your eyes.

“There’s that tact again,” you said. “No, the thing is, you did save my ass and I stand by saying I owe you one. I’m just wondering why you’re calling it in on this. Seems like something you two could handle on your own.”

There was silence on the other end for a bit, long enough that you pulled your phone away to make sure you were still connected.

“Y/N?” Sam’s voice finally came through.

“Sam?” you replied with a smile. 

“You’re right; we probably could handle this on our own,” he said.

“What the hell, man?” Dean asked.

“But,” Sam continued louder, ignoring Dean, “I think we were both just hoping to work with you again. It’s not that often to find other hunters we can trust. Or who we like.”

You chewed your lip, letting them sit in the silence this time.

“I guess I don’t have much else going on right now,” you finally said, unconcerned at the smile they probably heard in your voice. “Maybe this time I can save you two.”

x

Imagine Getting a Call Out of the Blue From Sam and Dean Calling In a Favor

More imagines!

Warmth. 

  That’s what you can feel surrounding you, along with the tightness pulling you in, holding you in place. It’s safe. It’s calming. The scent of him filled your nose each and every time you inhaled. The familiar smell of whiskey, leather and a hint of spearmint gum that he was chewing an hour ago. 

  His heart beat is steady in your left ear. Its a friendly reminder that he’s here; alive beneath you just like you need him to be. His index finger is tracing circles on the small of your back, assuring you that you had all the time in the world to lay together in complete silence.

  You wouldn’t dare admit to Dean that you loved these moments more than you should. They were a rare occurrence already; only after a tough hunt would you both take comfort in holding each other. The next day, you would pretend that nothing ever happened. He was a badass hunter and you were the strong independent girl who didn’t need anyone to fight her battles for her. It was a terrifying thought that deep down you needed a man like Dean Winchester to hold you to make you feel safe. 

  You don’t need anyone Y/N. You can take care of yourself.

  But you knew that as long as Dean held you. As long as you felt him engulfing you into him. You were letting your walls down and allowing him in; allowing yourself to fall for a man that would never fall back. 

  His arms wrapped tighter around you. “You okay?” he whispered.

 How were you supposed to answer that? ‘Yes Dean, I’m fine except for the fact that I love having your arms around me and I never want you to let go.

  “I won’t then,” he stated. He placed a soft kiss to the crown of your head. 

  “Did I say that out loud?” you muttered.

  “Yes,” he breathed out. “I never want you to let go either.” You buried your face in his chest, mostly to hide how red your cheeks were. It didn’t stop you from gripping him tighter in the process. 

Thought I’d take a smal itty bitty break for a moment from the inbox to talk about something that happened to me today. Went to the red bullseye to buy emergency diapers for my son. While checking out, at the end of the transaction the cashier and I both said “Have a good night!” at the exact same time. EXACT. We even said it at the same speed. It was so funny we both laughed about it. Simple thing but it made me smile and I do hope it made her smile too. If you follow, I still think your earrings are amazing and loved your glasses too! -Abby

◎ - finds the other injured (w/ vampire!yoongi)

If you were being honest with your perceptions of how a vampire’s being works, you’d think they were indestructible. Walking on the realms of earth with no fear of stubbing their toe and clutching onto it with a prayer it doesn’t hurt, yes, you thought it was like that.

But that’s very unlikely when you enter the bar to see him laying on the floor, no one else to be seen and your heart stops. It feels like an eternity passes before you react, five seconds in and you’re running to tend to whatever he needs but the gush of wind that gets to him first makes you lightheaded. Jimin’s voice eases into your ears and you can’t process he’s trying to hold you back when your arms are restrained by your side because you have - need to reach him. 

Someway, somehow, you had to… listen to Jimin and stay calm because - “Hyung’ll get things covered. He isn’t badly injured,”

Jungkook comes by with a glass of water, because he’s been around enough to know humans could try to feel better by staying hydrated. He doesn’t budge until you down the whole hundred and fifty millilitres and you’re not sure if it’s scarily accurate to the time Yoongi’s - “Y/N,”

Your eyes seal tight and the words that you’ve been wanting to say gets clogged up in your throat, refusing to let up as they trap themselves there. Not even his hand brushing up your arm can get you to speak, let alone open your eyes.

“Y/N…”

The first thing you say as you open your eyes is: “So that’s how it feels like, huh?”

Yoongi only looks at you, his hand still stroking over your forearm. He stops when you lift yourself from your seat, to the sofa he’s on where hie arms automatically rest upon and it’s like where they belong and the familiarity and-”Y/N, don’t just go silent on me-”

“The torment of waiting for you to wake up and… the thoughts that come to mind while you haven’t,” Yoongi raises a brow when your hands rest on his chest, hitting him there, “It sucks,”

He scoffs a laugh, attempting to sit up after laying down for a moment to come closer to you. He grunts but manages, his hand touches your cheek and stays over your shoulder, “Are you saying you don’t like how it feels?”

“I’m saying I thought you weren’t going to wake up,” Yoongi knows you know his injuries weren’t as drastic as you thought it was but he understands how it must’ve made you feel. Nevertheless, he welcomes you to rest your head on his shoulder, careful as you hug him and you sigh when he catches on - “Your heartbeat’s really fast now,”

“I was scared,” You mumble, squeezing him a bit, “Still scared,”

You can tell he’s about to ask why even though he feels it but the answer comes anyway.

“I keep thinking you’ll never get hurt so I won’t know how it feels like to process things in the event you’re actually gone and now that I’ve experienced this I’m-”you pull back to narrow your eyes at him”-you’re never leaving my sight,”

He chuckles, out to humor you when you yourself know that’s impossible. But he plays along.

“Of course, my little bartender.”

Ease - Part 9

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 5.1k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

Originally posted by jeonbase

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The library was quiet. Not that you minded; being around noise all the time tired you out. If you weren’t surrounded by Jungkook’s incessant enthusiasm, you had Hoseok and Yoongi squabbling in your ear. If Taehyung stopped talking for two seconds, Jin and Namjoon managed to fill up the silence just by being in the same room together. Even your home wasn’t quiet, as although Yeona and Jiwon still weren’t talkative, Mijung made it up for the both of them. You’d decided to visit the library on campus while classes were running, so you were certain that there would be only a few people in there.

Scanning through the books, you pulled out a hefty volume that was written in English, the gold lettering on the spine attracting you. However, you were not prepared to see a very familiar face staring at you on the other side of the bookshelf, and in shock, you dropped the large book onto the floor. Wincing at the noise, you gave Jungkook a disapproving look, ignoring the funny face he was pulling to make you laugh.

“Y/N!” he sang happily. “What a surprise to see you-”

Not missing a beat, you picked up the fallen book and shoved it back into place, cutting off his words and blocking him from view. You heard him whine disappointingly, causing a small smile of satisfaction to tug at your lips.  Continuing to scan the books as if nothing happened, you walked further down the aisle, trying to find the exact title you had been instructed to reference for a report due in the next week. You were so concentrated that you failed to notice a book at eye level slipping off the shelf of its own accord until it was too late. As another heavy hardback clapped onto the floor, you jumped backwards in fright.

Looking through the gap that had been created, you came face-to-face Jungkook once more, who still made the same stupid expression that was supposed to make you laugh, but you still didn’t crack a smile.

“Jungkook!” you scolded, aware of the inquisitive looks you were receiving from the other people in the library.

“We need to talk.”

You let yourself consider his words, trying to come up with a nice way of turning him down, but you couldn’t think of anything. A serious chat was not on your itinerary that day.

“Talk about what?” you asked innocently, batting your eyelids at the brown-haired boy.

“About getting over Taehyung. I think…”

Bending down again, you picked up the second book and shoved it back into place. Jungkook was too eager for you to ‘move on’, and although you accepted his help, you didn’t realise how persistent he was going to be.

“You need to distract yourself!” came Jungkook’s voice from the other side of the shelf.

“I’ve already tried that,” you said louder than you had intended, causing everyone in the vicinity to turn around and stare in your direction. “I’ve already tried that,” you repeated, quieter this time, but gritting your teeth in exasperation.

Jungkook went quiet again, and you could picture him biting his lip as he chose his next words. Despite his big plans of helping you, he’d not brought up the Taehyung topic for a few days, letting your mind wonder what sort of bizarre ideas Jungkook was conjuring up. “But you have me this time,” he eventually called out softly.

“Great.”

Turning away to the shelf behind you and shuffling your feet to signal that the conversation was over, you ran your fingers along the spines, although you knew the book you were looking for wasn’t even on that shelf. It’s not as if you didn’t appreciate Jungkook’s efforts; in fact, you were touched that he was willing to go to that much trouble to make you feel better. But your heart and mind still remained loyal to Taehyung. Jungkook made you laugh and was a gentleman towards you, but you connected with Taehyung on a deeper level. He’d seen you when you were screaming and crying and angry and terrified, yet somehow, he still managed to make you forget all about it after five minutes. There was an understanding that you didn’t have with anyone else.

Jungkook, however, was unaware of this, and before you knew it, he’d come down your aisle and tried again with the funny face, his head appearing in front of the random book you had begun to read. This time, you couldn’t help giggling at the way his mouth twisted and his eyes rolled upwards, but you shook your head at the same time to show your objections.

“You’re so lame,” you muttered, pushing him away and pretending to swat him with a book.

Yah, I’m trying to do you a favour!”

You bristled a little at his tone. “Jungkook, I’m trying to get some work done. Tell me what you want to say before I actually hit you.”

“You need to wean yourself off Taehyung,” he said proudly, as if he’d come up with the perfect solution to all your problems. Was that the best he could do?

“Wean?” you choked out. “Wean? I’m not a puppy!”

Jungkook ignored your protests. “Put your time into other things until this whole thing has calmed down. You don’t have to completely get him out your life, but slowly detach yourself until you can spend time away from him without overthinking.”

“Whole thing, as in why-Yeji-is-actually-dating-Taehyung thing? Plus, you’re making it sound like I have a problem. Which I don’t, by the way,” you grumbled, “so stop with the ‘weaning’ talk.”

“Well, you clearly haven’t said anything to him about Yeji, so I guess you’re not planning to ever tell him.”

“Their relationship isn’t my business. I also made it sound like I had no idea Taehyung went to the market, so I’m not supposed to have talked to Jimin either.”

“Exactly,” beamed Jungkook, flicking his hair out of his eyes and giving you a toothy grin. “His business is his business. Therefore, focus on your own business.”

Jungkook was like Taehyung in many ways, because they both liked to wind you up and push your buttons. But one key difference was that Taehyung knew when you were in the right mood for a bit of teasing, whereas Jungkook didn’t. And you weren’t in the mood.

“Jungkook, you’re not making any sense,” you hissed, and this time someone shushed you in annoyance at your growing volume. You both looked round at the disruption, but when you turned back, you quietened your voice in consideration. “So, what are you suggesting I do? I don’t want you to get hurt in this, either.”

He looked taken aback that you were considering his emotions, but he didn’t make you elaborate. Jungkook never talked about his feelings, which is why you always believed he was closed off and secretive. Instead of questioning why, you simply forced yourself to get used to it. “Just… put your focus in other things. The first round of the dance competition is in a few days, do you remember?”

Of course you remembered. On top of everything else, the audition for the competition was looming closer, and you’d been practising every day with or without Jungkook and getting your strength up while trying to remain flexible. The first round was so that you could take part in the show, as there were a lot of entrants and only a few spaces available in the actual performance. This was the make or break round, because if you didn’t make it into the show, all your hard work would’ve been for nothing. The prize money still looked appealing, but the competition meant something more than that now. It would prove that sometimes, hard work does pay off and you’re not always trying when there’s only false hope. Like when you try for Taehyung.

But you didn’t tell Jungkook of your worries. He had complete confidence in his dancing abilities, so you allowed that courage and self-assurance to leech into you as you spoke. “Don’t worry, we’ve got this in the bag,” you nodded confidently.

“We need to practice more,” Jungkook replied bluntly, giving you a hard look.

You simply frowned. “What? But we’ve been practicing so much this week! I think my legs are about to fall off because I’ve been jumping around so much. Also, I barely have time to study because of this, so I couldn’t practice more if I tried.” You were aware that your whispering was getting louder, but Jungkook was fuelling your irritation. More and more people were turning around at the pair of you, their pens hovering above paper as they watched the drama unfold.

“Y/N, there’s always room for-”

Luckily, Jungkook didn’t get to finish his sentence, because if he did, you were certain you would’ve knocked him out with a book. But unfortunately, it was the sound of your phones ringing that cut him off, both your ringtones echoing loudly around the library. You felt dread form in the pit of your stomach and you saw one of the librarians appear at the end of your aisle, their face stony.

“Run,” muttered Jungkook, and he grabbed your hand and pulled you in the opposite direction of the librarian. You heard her shout angrily, but Jungkook was fast and, half dragging you behind him, and you were out of the library in no time, your phones still going off. There was something exhilarating about running away from the various staff members, and you caught yourself grinning at the absurdness of it all. Jungkook, too, was smiling widely.

Checking the caller ID of your phones, neither of you were surprised to see Hoseok and Yoongi’s names flashing up on the screen.

With the embarrassment fading as well as your annoyance, you evened out your breathing before answering Hoseok’s call. “Hoseok, everything okay?”

“Y/N! I thought you would never answer,” came his panicked voice, far from his usual bouncy tone. “Can you do me a massive favour and come over to the shop? I need your help.”

You looked up at Jungkook who was on the phone to Yoongi, and it seemed that Yoongi was also delivering the same distressed message, as Jungkook’s eyebrows had disappeared into his hairline in bewilderment.

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

“I’ll start walking now,” said Jungkook, also ending his call.


Arriving at Cake Corner, you immediately understood why Hosoek was so worried. Every inch of the place was covered in sponge and cream, from the windows to the stained cushions. It looked like a bomb had gone off, but you couldn’t help noticing how the pastel colours added highlights to the café. However, you didn’t tell Hoseok or Yoongi of your observations, because their faces looked stricken and frail as they gaped at the mess, and telling them it looked pretty wasn’t going to help the situation.

“What happened here?” questioned Jungkook, his eyes wide.

“Kids,” was all Yoongi said, using a dustpan and brush to get rid of the remains of cake.

“Some parents decided to bring the children’s birthday party in here,” Hoseok explained, “and there were only two parents supervising. Yoongi and I were in the storage room for a couple of minutes, but when we came back, they were already in the middle of a food fight.”

“Scared all the customers away,” Yoongi grumbled, ruffling his black hair as he glanced around, overwhelmed by the mess. “We’ve got our manager coming around at 8pm to do some stock checking, so this has got to be gone by the time he gets here, otherwise we’ll be sacked.”

“There’s always supposed to be one of us on the till at all times, and if he checks the cameras, he’ll know that neither of us were there.”

You and Jungkook nodded, still slightly in awe at how much devastation a few kids could make. “Don’t worry, we’ll help,” you assured, nudging Jungkook out of his stupor with your elbow, urging him to agree.

Hoseok bounded over and gave you a firm hug in gratitude, with Yoongi sighing in relief. Quickly getting to work, Hoseok paired up with you to work on getting the cushions the right colour, while Jungkook and Yoongi were on the other side of the room sorting out the windows and floor. However, Hoseok must have regretted his decision pretty quickly, as you leapt at the chance to complain about your earlier conversation with Jungkook.

“…it’s not like I need to stay away from Taehyung, he just wants me to. That’s not the same thing, right? I know I’m taking this way too far but I can keep my distance from him when I want to, and I don’t need to be trained, like a dog may I add, to do so. Plus, he was going on about having more practice for the first audition? You’ve seen me in that dance room. I practically live there now. I’m perfectly good at dancing, thank you very much, and I’ve got this routine down.”

The older boy giggled throughout your rant, and by the amount of concentration put into cleaning the soft fabrics told you that he’d barely listened to anything you told him. “Take it seriously, Hoseok,” swatting him with a tea towel.

“I am!” he replied defensively, plonking down on his butt so that he was no longer squatting, and then stretching out his legs with a satisfied sigh.

You can dance, but you can’t lie,” you mumbled in English, half tempted to tickle his socked feet in petty revenge.

“Yah, I understood that!”

“Y/N, can you help me with something in the storeroom?” Yoongi came up to the two of you, shoving one hand in his pocket as he looked down at the collapsed Hoseok. Hoseok’s eyes shot open, giving Yoongi questioning looks, but he must have received some sort of signal from his friend as a flash of understanding crossed his features.

“Yeah, good idea Yoongs. Go on, Y/N.”

You knew something was up; you weren’t oblivious, and Hoseok definitely wasn’t subtle. But seeing as you couldn’t figure out why Yoongi needed you in the storeroom, you went along with his plan anyway, throwing a quick look over your shoulder to see Hoseok slip down further until he was lying flat out on the floor.

Laughing to yourself, you followed Yoongi behind the tills and into the back room. You sincerely hoped it wasn’t to do with organising shelves, because that would create more damage than there was to begin with. However, once you stepped in, you saw Jungkook sitting down on a cardboard box just as you heard the lock click behind you.

“Wait, what?” stammered Jungkook, seemingly also unaware of why he was in there. “Why did you lock us in?”

“Sort out your problems between you!” came Yoongi’s voice through the wood. “If I have to hear another complaint, I’m going to go mad!”

Spinning round, you cast an accusatory scowl at your dance partner. “Have you been complaining about me?”

“Have you?” he shot back.

“Yoongi, let us out!”

“Not until you stop fighting!”

In a sulk, you strode down the room and threw yourself down on a box, crossing your arms in protest. Although it wasn’t a serious fight, you were stubborn and Jungkook was hot-headed, so neither of you spoke or even looked at each other for several minutes. Hearing Yoongi’s footsteps fade as he walked off, you had the sinking realisation that you were going to have to come to an agreement about Taehyung. You understood why Jungkook was so anxious to get you away from him, but he wasn’t taking into consideration what sort of friendship you had with Taehyung. Sitting there while throwing a strop, you pondered why Jungkook hadn’t figured out why you were so reluctant to ‘move on’. You’d told him enough times why Taehyung was your best friend, but he didn’t seem to accept that fact. On top of that, because he refused to talk about himself, it was hard to pinpoint the reason behind his actions. Maybe he’d never had a best friend before, could that be it?

“Y/N, I’m sorry for making you sound like a dog,” he said weakly, barely loud enough for you to hear. You huffed out a small laugh, but he shuffled on his seat restlessly. “No, seriously. I’m jealous, can’t you see?”

You could. After feeling jealous for so many months, watching Taehyung laugh and smile and love someone else, the way Jungkook behaved was all too familiar.

“I hate myself for it,” he sighed, hiding his head in his hands and looking completely dejected. This was enough to shake you out of your grump and sit down next to him, rubbing his back in repetitive motions with the ball of your palm. However, you stayed quiet, knowing that if he was having trouble talking, then coaxing him was going to be the opposite of helpful. This had happened many times with Taehyung, as he’d always clam up more if you tried asking questions.

“You like Taehyung, and not me, I get that. But I don’t want you to think that I want you to stop obsessing over him just so you can spend more time with me. I want you to learn that if someone doesn’t appreciate that a beautiful person has a crush on them, then that person needs to move on. Find someone who does appreciate them.”

“I know where you’re coming from,” you said truthfully, trying not to blush about being called beautiful, even if it was an indirect compliment. “Although Taehyung doesn’t see me in that way, he still cherishes our friendship. Don’t you cherish ours?”

Jungkook didn’t reply, his mouth forming a thin line. You mentally kicked yourself, realising how your words could’ve come across as inconsiderate as you reaffirmed the fact that you were only friends.

“It’ll stop me worrying that you’re crying over him,” he swallowed, his expression subdued and his eyes hazy. You were already hurting him, and you hadn’t even begun to let him help you.

The idea of Jungkook liking you had only crossed your mind briefly, as you didn’t want to get yourself caught up in emotions. But you had still thought about it, and you couldn’t lie: it felt nice knowing that someone took an interest in you. Especially Jungkook, who was sweet and humble and had been a great friend to you the past couple of months.

Hesitatingly, you tried to explain yourself. “I can’t admit that I like you in that way, too,” you mumbled, “because I’ve been fixated on Taehyung for so long now. I’m sorry, Guk. I’ve been doing to you what Taehyung’s been doing to me. I’ve been ignoring your feelings because it felt like the easiest thing to do, all because I don’t want to cause you any pain. From first-hand experience, I know that I’d much rather have someone tell me they don’t like me than keep me in the dark.” You grabbed one of his hands and pulled it away from his face, squeezing his fingers.

“If you want me to leave you alone because you feel uncomfortable, I will, and I’ll understand,” he nodded.

“You’re a good person, Jungkook. But… I guess you are quite cute, so who knows.”

It was a lame attempt to lighten up the mood, but it worked, as Jungkook muffled a laugh with his hand. “Only quite? Wow, that’s harsh, but I’ll take it.”

He took your hands in his as he smiled, making your heart jolt slightly. You weren’t sure whether it was because you knew it was intended as a romantic gesture, or due to the shock of his forwardness. “Would you ever consider dating me?” he asked you gingerly.

Your breath hitched. Biting your lip and forcing yourself to keep eye contact, your mind reeled for something to say. How come in movies it looked so easy? In reality, your gut was twisting, not wanting to lie and fake your feelings.

“I’m not sure, Guk,” you admitted.

He nodded, the smile he wore not quite reaching his eyes. “At least think about it.”


You went home just before 8pm, your back aching and your limbs exhausted from cleaning. Hoseok demanded to walk you home, linking arms with you and happily telling you stories about Yoongi’s sleep talking habits. After he’d left, you dragged your body through the house until you reached the door to your dorm, your mind focused on grabbing some food and going to bed early. However, what you weren’t planning on was seeing Taehyung slumped against the front door, dozing with his arms crossed against his chest and his mouth slightly open.

“Tae? What are you doing here?”

Taehyung cracked open an eye, but when he realised where he was and who was standing there, he leaped up, straightening his jacket and muttering apologies.

“I didn’t mean to come this late, I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes open wide. “I really wanted to see you and I should’ve checked to see if you were here, but I thought a nap sounded like a better idea.”

So much for spending less time with Taehyung. “How did you get in the building?” you asked incredulously.

The familiar mischievous glint appeared in his eye. “I found the spare key.”

“Taehyung!”

“Are you going to let me in or not?”

There was no point in arguing with Taehyung. If you ever came close to having a falling out, Taehyung would always change the topic or apologise, just to stop the conversation from entering dangerous waters. A cheeky grin stretched across his face, knowing that he’d won.

You sighed wearily. “No boys are allowed in, including carrot heads.”

“Not even cute carrot heads?” He puffed out his cheeks and poked them with his fingers, hoping his charm would be enough to persuade you.

Not even bothering with a reply, you pushed him out the way of the door and let yourself in, motioning for him to stay where he was. Going around the house quietly, you knocked on all the bedroom doors and looked inside, checking to see if anyone was home. Luck seemed to be on Taehyung’s side, as the coast was clear.

“Okay, you can come in, but if any of my housemates find out that you’re here, you’re coming to my funeral and you’d better cry.”

The first thing Taehyung did was explore every nook and cranny of your home. He examined the bathroom, the fridge, the cupboards, and every food packet and every flyer stuck on the pin board, while you sat on the sofa and watched the inquisitive boy poke around. Although Taehyung had never been there before, it didn’t feel strange to see his slim frame plodding around your house barefooted. No matter how much pain Taehyung put you through, the joy and comfort he brought always outweighed the negatives.

Eventually, you showed him your bedroom, and observed as he picked up a photo frame of the two of you with a tender smile on his face, rubbing your frozen grins with his thumb. The picture was taken when your families went to Japan together on holiday, and you and Taehyung had decided to go up the Tokyo Skytree at night. Taehyung had his eyes closed in the photo, and it was also slightly blurry, but it brought back a lot of good memories that the quality didn’t matter.

“I was so happy back then,” said Taehyung slowly, gently placing the frame back in its place. “We didn’t have a care in the world.”

“Aren’t you happy now?” you asked softly, trying to not let the sudden feeling of worry enter your voice.

“I am, I really am. It’s just… things are a lot more complicated now.” He turned around to face you, but his expression was blank and you failed to grasp the true meaning behind his words. Taehyung refused to meet your eyes and instead peered around your room, and you knew he wasn’t going to open up easily. Whatever was bothering him he obviously found hard to talk about.

Looking around your room for something to say, your gaze fell upon the pile of blankets on your bed. With an idea forming, you began pulling out each blanket and draped them between your desk and your bed, creating a makeshift shelter. Taehyung quickly figured out what you were doing and helped you build your blanket tent, setting pillows and cushions on the floor to sit on and plugging in a lamp in the corner to provide light.

When you got the idea, you weren’t sure whether Taehyung would join in on your plan, as the last time you created a blanket tent was during middle school. It was originally Taehyung’s idea; in the tent, you could talk about all your secrets and problems, with nothing being off limits and no judgements about whatever was spoken. Usually you were the one doing most of the talking, as Taehyung’s friendly and sociable nature ensured an easy ride through his school years. But he seemed to think it was a good idea as you both crawled in to your newly resurrected tent.

“So, Kim Taehyung, what’s troubling you?” you began, grabbing a blanket and sitting down next to your friend, watching him fiddle with his fingers.

He licked his lips but didn’t say anything, and you could practically see his mind looking for the right words to say. “It’s hard to explain,” he breathed. “It’s probably just me overthinking things, and it’s probably not even true, but… I feel like something’s up with Yeji, you know? Everything’s going fine, there’s nothing wrong, but there’s something missing.”

Forcing yourself to breathe regularly, you asked, “Missing, how?”

“I’m not sure. She’s always been lovely to me, but the other day I saw her with Jimin and they were having an argument. Yeji walked away upset, and when I asked her what was wrong, she wouldn’t tell me. Ever since then, she’s been acting different. So, I asked Jimin, and he said it was nothing to worry about. But I am worrying. Yeji doesn’t treat me how she used to. She’s still wonderful, but it’s not the same anymore, and I don’t know why.”

Guilt was clogging your lungs and punching your heart, but there was nothing you could do. If you told Taehyung what you knew, he would be broken, and it would take a massive toll on your friendship. What could’ve Jimin said that would upset Yeji? Should you tell him now, while you still had the chance?

“I might just be paranoid,” Taehyung continued, not sounding entirely convinced, “but it’s just been getting me down. I wanted to see you because you always cheer me up somehow. Even if you don’t think my carrot hair is cute.”

You snorted, nudging his knee with yours, but your heartstrings tugged as he spoke, knowing that Taehyung’s presence made you feel the same way. Taehyung laughed, looking brighter and more relaxed than he had earlier.

“You don’t need to give me advice. Thanks for, you know… letting me talk,” he said shiftily, his neck going slightly red in embarrassment. “It’s silly, I know. But enough about me. There’s something I want to know, too.” A panic rose in your chest, wondering what dark secret he wanted to unearth. “Y/N, what do you do with Jungkook every morning?”

There was a moment’s silence where you let Taehyung’s question settle in the air, but all thoughts of Jungkook faded as you heard the electronic beep of the front door as someone entered. One of your housemates was home.

“Quick, we need to get you out of here,” you hissed, pushing Taehyung from behind as he scrambled out of the tent.

Luck still on your side, as the bedroom door that opened and closed was in the distance, meaning Jiwon was home. If it was Mijung or Yeona, getting Taehyung past their shared room that lay opposite yours would’ve been difficult.

Putting a finger to your lips, you entered the main area of your dorm, taking off your slippers so you could tiptoe quietly across the wooden floor. Taehyung had a death grip on your hand, not wanting to be left behind as you led him through your house and down the steps, inching past Jiwon’s room where you could hear her taking off her raincoat. Your heart was in your mouth, praying that she couldn’t hear the slight squeak of one of the steps down into the foyer. Slowly and painfully, you slipped on your shoes and made your way to the front door, freedom in your sights, but at this point, your luck ran out.

As soon as you heard Jiwon come out of her bedroom, you bolted, flinging open the front door and yanking Taehyung along.

“Y/N!” you heard her shout behind you, but you were gone, racing past your landlady’s door and out into the cold night air.

The rain was coming down heavily as you stood outside panting, slowly getting soaked as your heart pumped furiously.

Taehyung, on the other hand, let out a small chuckle. “Your face,” he spluttered, and soon he was doubling over as he laughed and laughed. It caught on, both of you in stitches as you shakily recovered from your dramatic exit.

You could feel the rain drowning your skin and clothes, your hair sticking to your face in clumps, but Taehyung still gave you a beaming smile. “You’ve got to go and face her some time,” he pointed out.

“Let me live for a few more minutes.”

He paused his shivering briefly, looking slightly unsure about something. However, it must have been the night to bring back old traditions, as he stretched out his hand for you to take in yours. “Care to join me for a dance?”

“In the rain? How cheesy.”

But you took his hand all the same, and before long you were spinning and twirling in the puddles, getting more and more wet by the minute. Taehyung’s hair deepened to a burnt orange colour, but his smile remained constant and ever-glowing. Not once did he let go of your hand as you threw your head back in delight, feeling the water splash onto your eyelids. Taehyung continued to giggle, pulling his familiar dance moves with added sound effects to accompany them.

It was just like the night at the Tokyo Skytree; a moment where you felt on top of the world, and no one was going to take that away from you.

EXO react to you listening to rap/rock music

Thank y’all for these requests! Thought it would make sense to combine them so here we go:


Sehun:*after he discovered that you do indeed like rap music, even though you’d denied it blue in the face, he used it as an excuse to show off his rap skills. He’d appear behind your shoulder at least twice daily to promote his imaginary mixtape or rap in your ear about his mixtape*

S:“Since you’re so fond of rap, buy my mixtape please, Y/N.”

Y/N:“You haven’t got one after 5 years, what makes you think SM’s gonna give you one now?”

S:


Kai:*definitely surprised when you eventually tell him your guilty pleasure is rock music, but he doesn’t mind listening to it. Tbh he actually quite likes it and he finds it makes a change to the music he usually listens to aka the weeknd can you believe kai invented the weeknd*

i didnt know what gif to use so have this pureness


Tao:*confused when he walked past your room and saw you sat on the bed listening to rap music and chilling. Mainly confused because you supposedly hate this kind of music, but he saw this as a chance to introduce you to some bomb rappers*

“If you like rap music you should check out this rapper, his name is Z.Tao. Thank you, bye”


D.O:*he was kinda taken aback when you said you like rock music, especially since you’d hated on it many times before. But eh, it didn’t make any difference to him except that he now chooses music for sex otherwise you’ll be banging to metallica or smth*


Chanyeol:*honestly he didn’t think rock music would be your kind of thing, but when he said you could choose the music in the car one day his eyes were opened. He couldn’t help but start laughing out of surprise which you kindly didn’t appreciate*


Chen:*was more than glad to show you his own rocker skills when you admitted your secret love for this kind of music. Got pretty butthurt though when you sat on the couch looking unimpressed after his private performance*

“Want another kind of private performance? ;)”


Baekhyun:*oh boy the teasing and mockery would basically never end when Baek found you listening to rap music. The teasing might not have been that bad had you not ranted about your hate of Kanye West literally earlier that same day*

“How’s my little rockstar today?”


Lay:*really surprised when he heard you listening to hard rock and lowkey screamo music, and then started insisting he could do it and that he was scary too which was so adorable that you struggled to function*


Suho:*didn’t care that you liked rock music, didn’t make any difference to him. The only thing he didn’t approve of was the song you’d chosen as your alarm ringtone - it was so loud and scared him so much when he woke up to it he fell off the bed*


Kris:*he walked into your room and pulled your headphones off to see what you were listening to only to hear Juice blasting through. Considering the way you’d dismissed the song when it came out, it was a bit of a surprise to him*

K:“Thought I wasn’t your style”

Y/N:“Make that joke and I’m removing this from my playlist”

did i just make that joke end me make me delete my account


Luhan:*saw you lying on the couch with headphones in and wanted to hear what you were listening to so he unplugged them from your phone. Over the protesting coming from you he heard heavy rock and a song he didn’t once think you’d enjoy listening to so he backed away out of the room*

“Well this is mildly terrifying”


Xiumin:*since he thinks you’re the softest bun like him, he was shocked when he heard you listening to Drake. But he didn’t give a damn, because it’s just a music taste, but he did use it as an excuse to tease you lowkey*

“Yknow I’m pretty sure Drake got a lapdance…”


I don’t own the gifs, credit to respective owners

BTS React to You Scared of Thunder

Awaken by the loud booms of thunder, you don’t just snuggle closer, you actually roll over on top of him to find comfort during the thunderstorm.

JIN: He’d immediately ask “princess, what’s wrong” and then wrap his arms around you tight but not so tight it’d be uncomfortable when he heard you whisper, “thunder”. At that moment he’d hear the big boom himself and run his fingers through your hair as he sang you back to sleep.

SUGA: He’s going to hand you earbuds and tell you to put them in. You’ll begin to wonder if that’s his idea of comforting you when your scared of the loud booms of thunder. Then you’d feel the covers being pulled up over your heads, his arms wrapping you up in a bear hug as his tongue technology begins to ring out in your ears.

J-HOPE: He’d be surprised to feel you roll on over on top of him and then he’d hear the thunder and know what was going on. He’d wrap his arms around you and tell you everything was alright. You were in his arms and he’d keep you safe because he was your hope after all.

RAP MONSTER: He’d snuggle you close as you lay on top of him during the storm. He’d remind you that you were his baby and like always in every situation he would protect you no matter what it’d take.

V: He’d most likely be half on top of you the way it was. When he felt you jump from the sound he’d roll over, pulling you over on top of him, hugging you tight. He’d start acting goofy in hopes you’d start to laugh forgetting all about the storm going on outside.

JIMIN: He’d most likely start grinning mischievously but before he could put his thoughts into actions he’d hear the thunder. He’d just giggle as he wrapped his arms around you. He’d coo your name and play with your hair until he felt you begin to relax.

JUNGKOOK: He’d hold you close to him there’d be no doubt about that. He’d try to convince you to think of thunder as being him playing the drums. Since you loved hearing him play the drums.

Dear Reader,
I was woke up this morning by thunder and to do a reaction about this came to mind.

EQUALITY

You declare you see me dimly
through a glass which will not shine,
though I stand before you boldly,
trim in rank and marking time.
You do own to hear me faintly
as a whisper out of range,
while my drums beat out the message
and the rhythms never change.

Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

You announce my ways are wanton,
that I fly from man to man,
but if I’m just a shadow to you,
could you ever understand ?

We have lived a painful history,
we know the shameful past,
but I keep on marching forward,
and you keep on coming last.

Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

Take the blinders from your vision,
take the padding from your ears,
and confess you’ve heard me crying,
and admit you’ve seen my tears.

Hear the tempo so compelling,
hear the blood throb in my veins.
Yes, my drums are beating nightly,
and the rhythms never change.

Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free. 

Maya Angelou                    
                   

Ride With Me (Part 8)

PAIRING: readerxbuckybarnes au

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNINGS: light swearing. 

*(Y/N)’s working double time to cover Wanda’s shift she is confronted with a handsome stranger who is as dangerous as his silver tongue   

 I did it, I bloody did it. A whole day spending time with my Aunt and Uncle and I was still able to write this chapter. I may suffer for it in the morning but who cares, I can sleep when I’m dead ahaha 

Previous Chapter 

GIF NOT MINE 

Originally posted by paininmyasgardiansoul

“It’s been over a month (Y/N) and you didn’t call of course I was going to worry” You rolled your eyes as you shimmied into your jeans.

“I’m sorry Jess, I really am. Thing’s just got a little crazy” you trailed off trapping your phone between your shoulder and ear as you fiddled with the button of your jeans.

“This is my point, you left to get away from crazy. Now you’re six feet deep in Sheild and Red Skull shit,” You sighed knowing she was right.

“How are things on your end? How’s Trish” You asked tentatively.

“She’s ok, coping as best as anyone can. She still didn’t think you had to move away”

“It was the best thing for everyone if I left Jess, you know that” you pulled on a shirt as you did your best to sort out the bird’s ness that was your hair.

“I know, I know. It still sucks” Jess huffed, you could imagine her now. Stood on the sidewalk smoking glaring at any passerby.

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Great little auditory stims: (since allistics are always telling us to be quiet, not draw attention to ourselves, etc)
-Vocalizing along with songs (not necessarily singing) and dancing a little
-humming “mhhm” repeatedly
-clicking your tongue
-clicking a pen near your ears
-high pitched “eeeeeee"s
(Feel free to add more)

Friends, Enemies, Fucktards lend me your ears.....

I’ve been lurking about Social Media for longer than I care to admit following all things Outlander. For I am first and foremost enraptured by the story. Secondarily, I am fascinated by people. I like watching other humans. I enjoy puzzling out what makes them tick. I covet thought processes. Tumblr has turned out to be a goldmine of sorts in regard to both passions. I’ve learned a lot.

Don’t fret, I’m not here to detail out my perception of the how and why of a mysterious chemistry between two actors timorous of new found fame and its aftermath. Shipper, Anti, Fence Sitter, or Rainbow Brite Diva, no matter how you categorize yourself, I think the one thing that we all can agree on is:

👉🏻They don’t want us talking about the matters of their hearts. 👈🏻

What if we all stopped discussing it? Maybe that’s all they want. If every Outlander Tumblr blogger committed to never posting another word, musing, article, or ask about the intimacy of these two then the fandom could exist without doing harm to the very ones we claim to love. Make no mistake, all this public speculation is hurting them deeply.

I think of all the gifts they have received and all the money given to charity as homage to them and it’s clear that the vast majority of fans are a gracious, generous, and grateful bunch. Why then can’t we as a fandom give them the one gift that costs nothing and that they can never bestow upon themselves… Privacy.

It’s all they want. It’s all they have ever wanted. I say we give it to them. If there is no demand from fans for the information, the vulturous media will stop trying to undermine their efforts to control their own private world. It begins and ends with us right here on Tumblr.

Boring as this may sound, I promise from here on out not to post, like, reblog, snark, or jackass about anything involving the private lives of Sam or Cait.

Who is with me?

Serious...

I started to reply to @just-a-wretched-wumman’s post:
http://just-a-wretched-wumman.tumblr.com/post/157713162036/friends-enemies-fucktards-lend-me-your-ears

(sorry-on phone and can’t do the cute link) but my reply was too long so I thought it best to do my own post.

Here goes. I have NO problem with never posting about Sam/Cait’s personal life in the future (unless they share their status openly) because they have pretty much made me not care. I was very disappointed at the deception but I guess I’m over that too. I love the books and show. That won’t change. I hope they’re both happy personally and successful professionally; I owe them that for the pleasure they’ve given me in their portrayals of Jamie and Claire. That’s it.

In fact, I’m sitting here watching 48 Hours and this episode is “Stalker”. In Hollywood. It’s very real. “The current access to celebrities via social media breeds erotomania, a condition wherein you fantasize you are in a romantic relationship with someone you don’t know.” LA was the first city, nationally, to have an anti-stalking law that eventually became a felony. It was due to the Rebecca Schaefer case for those who remember 1989. Their PD now has a whole unit (Threat Management Unit) that just deals with stalking and threats. They talked about Christina Grimmie, shot and killed by a fan as she was signing autographs after a concert. She’d never met him. Many people were interviewed. It’s horrifying. “Many celebrities find themselves plagued by stalker.” (Pauley Perrette, Gwyneth Paltrow, Sandra Bullock…)

Then there’s the regular stalker who is upset over a breakup. I have had several friends go through this and can’t count the times my ex-husband police officer took calls from friends (his and mine) asking advice on what to do about this problem. Truth is, not much can be done except a restraining order, which is pretty useless. I worked with a nurse who was stalked after she broke up with a guy. He beat her to death. She left behind a small child.

It’s very possible to me that with so many women obsessed with Sam, there could’ve been a threat. Remember the odd rambling Twitter person? That wasn’t funny to me. It’s a scary thought. How many more of those are out there about which we have no idea? Maybe that explains why they (who some refer to as C Listers but I have no idea about the Lists) are going to such lengths for privacy. So I think I can just leave it and enjoy what they give me. I know it might not make a huge difference, but it’s what I can do. And as my dad used to say, all we can do is what we can do.

Simple Mistakes

Dean x Reader

A/N: Requested for my fic game thingy. You can view the request list HERE

Prompts: “My horoscope says no”
“Wait no! This is my favorite song!”
“What are you talking about? I’m very mature.”
“remind me to never let you talk me into anything ever again.”

Requested by: @caroldanversinatardis


“Wait no!” Dean reached over and shut off the radio with a click. “This is my favorite song!” You huffed out.

“What’s my rule? Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.” His words rang through your ears, irritating you with every syllable.

“Shitty rule you’ve got! I mean you can let me drive and I’ll gladly put my music back on.” You chimed. Smiling happily, even though you knew the answer.

“Hmmm, let me check. My horoscope says no.” At the last word his neck tilted and his head rolled four direction dramatically. “You’re too immature to drive Baby.” He added in.

This earned him a scoff and a jaw drop.

“What are you talking about? I’m very mature.” You folded your arms together in a huff and began pouting. “Tell ya what,” you beamed with excitement as a light bulb clicked in your head. “let me drive and I’ll make you a giant pie.” This for his attention.

Instantly his door pressed the brakes as she came to a smooth stop. He hesitated to get out of the driver seat but you happily skipped over to it.

Within seconds you were speeding down the empty highway. Blasting your “shit music” as he said.

“Hey hey! Watch out on the turns!” Dean was totally on edge as you pushed 90mph on the barley curvy road.

“Oh come on, grandpa! This is the most fun we’ve had in ages.” Your voice was barley heard over the music and acceleration of Baby.

“Remind me to never let you talk me into anything ever again.” He sighed while closing his eyes in regret.

morning [grant gustin]

you rolled over in the bed and snuggled further in grant’s side.

you loved spending the night with him because you would always end up sleeping in one of his shirt and you got to see him with his bed hair.

“morning.” his voice filled your ears as he tightened his arm around your waist, and you looked up from his bare chest to meet his sleepy eyes.

your heart would still speed up every time you saw him and he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“i should probably get up, i have to be on set in like an hour and a half.” he breath out, then pulled the blankets back and got out of bed heading into the bathroom, and you smiled as he walked away.

you got up making your way into the kitchen and started making coffee and breakfast.

just as you were flipping the last pancake his arms wrapped around your waist looking over your shoulder and he chuckled.

“look, it was supposed to be a lightning bolt, so stop laughing and eat.” you said moving out of his grasp and setting it on a plate piled with pancakes.

“i love it, thank you babe.” grant murmured as he kissed the side of your head, then grabbed two coffee cups and filling them both.

•••

“do you have all your stuff?” you asked him as you walked him to his front door so he could leave for the studio.

“wallet, keys, and a kiss.” grant answered smiling at you as he leaned down and kissed you.

“i love waking up with you in the morning.” he breath out as he pulled away from you smiling at you and you leaned forward, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“see you when you get back?” you asked him and he smiled nodding his head, as he opened the front door and walked to his car.

“best morning ever…” you mumbled to yourself, as you closed the front door.

AN: this is a repost from my wattpad account