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He's the best Johnny Storm for me and no one can change my mind

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guys i love him so badddd I NEED HIMMM

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hey guys!! just wanted to pop in again to let yall know i’m working on all of these requests!!

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also, i’ve updated the list of who i write for AND my prompt list!! feel free to take a look at those as well!!

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21. " i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake." With Johnny Storm please 🙏

flash over ৡ | johnny storm

johnny storm x reader

warnings: accident in space, reader getting hurt, the group gaining their powers, reader and johnny panicking.

w/c: 1k

a/n: hi anon!! i’m not sure if this is exactly what you had in mind BUT i didn’t want to spoil anything of the movie. so, i opted for the safest option! i hope you still enjoy it. i’m still trying to figure out my writing style again. but, nonetheless i hope you enjoy!!

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the ship rocks, causing everyone on board to look at each other. the creaking and shifting of the metal being warped and bent by whatever they had just entered. “whoa” sue mumbles, peering out the window.

“wat is that?” you ask, peering over sue's shoulder and looking into the unknown. “it looks like a dust cloud,” sue responds, keeping herself at bay by holding the side of the ship. there’s a silence that fills the air, everyone unsure what’s happening.

space is vast, behind every star or dust particle lies uncertainty. but, this felt different.

too different.

“guys..?” you hear ben’s voice, but neither you nor sue moves from your spots. reed and johnny quickly make their way over to the best of their abilities to aid the pilot.

what at first seemed like a dust cloud turned into one of the worst ways a flight could’ve gone.

it started small, almost going unnoticed. reed reached for his partner, pulling himself closer to see what lay ahead. no one saw the way he stretched like an elastic band. no one saw the sparks moving from johnnys finger fingertips. the ships continued to rock everyone looking at each other with uncertainty.

the sound of beeping and screaming coming from the motherboard began filling their ears alerting them of some kind of danger. the ship continued to shudder with every passing moment. the shaking only grows worse with every encounter with the unknown force causing it.

a quiet curse escaped reeds lips as he mindlessly began pressing buttons all the while ben is yelling at him asking what to do.

chaos.

“where’s sue?” you ask when turning around to look at the others. she was just by your side and now she has vanished. the other three turn back to look at you, their expressions puzzled. “she was just here” you would add.

“i’m here” she appeared from thin air, a blurry aura surrounds her figure. “okay what the hell was that?” johnny quips, pushing himself closer to his sister. “i-i don't know” sue is breathless, her blue eyes glassed over with something. it was fear, more of a panicked look. looking down at her hands, almost like something was consuming her being.

you swallowed the growing lump in your throat, this wasn’t a normal dust cloud.

you extend your hand, pushing yourself away from the window. “something’s wrong” you turn to look at the others but you freeze. Look down at your hands and take a shaky breath.

“y/n?” sues voice distorted, then johnny calls out. “babe?” he pushes himself away from sue and closer to you. reed taking his place by sue. “baby, what is it?” he repeats, but you dont say anything, their voices fading away by the second.

first, it was your vision, gone. not completely, only a little bit blurry. then, you completely lost it. you blink continuously in hopes it’ll come back, “johnny..?” your voice is small, barely audible over the yelling and the creaking of the spacecraft. you can feel your heart rate increasing what felt like minutes was only a matter of seconds. you chest begins to tighten

you lose all your senses. now your vision is completely gone, you feel nothing. you don’t feel your space suit, you can’t hear the beeping and mechanical whirring from the spacecraft. silence. “johnny?” you speak again, hoping you’d come back to reality.

“y/n what is it?” johnny reaches out, grabbing your space suit but you dont respond. your body limp in his arms. “baby, you need to talk to me.” he adds, his gloved hand coming to your cheek.

you, however, dont feel his presence. you just feel emptiness. you blink a few times, trying to wipe your eyes but to no avail. your eyes had completely rolled back. johnny unaware you were blinking in your reality. then, suddenly a piercing pain is sent through your temples followed by a guttural scream of pain.

panic sets in for the others, johnnys breathing becoming labored.

“what the hell is happening reed!?!” johnnys voice booms trying to keep you grounded. hard to achieve considering they were in zero gravity but his arms are wrapped around your midsection keeping you pressed against him.

“i..i don’t know!” the scientist yells back, his brows knitting together as he continues to press buttons. “it could be cosmic rays!!!” his voice booms through the craft. “what!?” is heard from sue.

“ben, get us out of here!” johnny presses his fellow scientist. the atmosphere on the ship changed in a matter of seconds.

johnny turns his attention back to your stiff body. he had never seen anything like this before and he couldn’t help the emotions overcoming his being. but he couldn’t panic, not with you in this state.

“ shh, shh baby… i know i know” he’s trying so hard to stay calm, but the pain on your face is evident, and the whimpers that escape from your throat. he’s trying to bring you back to him. pull you out of this trance.

his lips are pressed to your temple, hushing your cries. “i know this hurts, baby” he whispers. his grip on your midsection gets stronger, keeping you against his chest. “but you have to stay awake.” you eyes are sealed shut, no amount of force can you pry your eyes open, you are stuck in your own mind.

you can feel the warmth from his body, it grows by the second. followed by his quiet hushes and soothing words.

grounding.

you finally come to, and a loud gasp comes from you. you begin to pull at the collar of your space suit, feeling as if it were choking you. “oh, thank god” you hear johnny mumble, his voice betraying him. his hands clasp around your wrists to prevent you from breaking the suit. There are tears in your eyes, you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

johnny looks down a you, his brows knitting together. “dont…” he begins, pulling you closer. “just breathe, please.” he whispers.

“you’re okay, babe. im not gonna let anything happen to you” he assures.

“okay..” reed speaks, pushing himself towards ben. “we’re out. ben, get us home now.”

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hii how are u? could you do dating headcanons for sue storm please?

hii!! i’m doing well!! thanks for the request!!

dating sue storm ♡ | headcanons

sue storm x reader

warnings: none! enjoy.

a/n: since readers gender isn’t specified i kept it gender neutral. however, i did write this with wlw in mind. oops!

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• sue takes an interest in you way before you even realize it. she holds a quiet and watchful gaze. it starts when you ordered for her at the cafe you two frequented between work. somehow, you got her order better than she did. that’s when she began to linger in your doorway asking innocent questions.

• sue storm is horrible at flirting. it’s so unnatural to her. instead, she’s memorized your coffee orders, or knows how to make your favorite food that reminds you of your home. she remembers small details about you, but mentions it in such a quick passing you don’t even realize she’s speaking about you.

• when sue confessed, it wasn’t a grand gesture by any means. instead, it was a moment of vulnerability. the mission had gone wrong, she was using the last bit of her strength and shields when it slipped.

“y/n…i think im in love with you.”

• sue storm is a very organized and meticulous person. you’ll find random notes, or scientific scribbles laid out in the apartment. but your favorite thing was the post-its she’d leave on the mirror. “don’t forget lunch! - s.s ♡” or “i made breakfast! love you! s.s ♡”. simple reminds of her love for you.

• she always finds the time to press the softest and warm kiss to your temple. brushing hair from your face mumbling something about how you need to rest.

• sue is a sucker for movie nights. they had become a sacred tradition in your house. after dinner on sundays you two would high tail from the dinner table for your movie. it was her favorite part of the week.

•she calls you a variety of pet names, but a few of her favorite are “darling”, “love”, but sometimes you can hear her quietly say “my world, my home”.

• her idea of romance is quiet but meaningful. late nights in the lab, shared work spaces, hand written letters and notes, or staying up late talking about nothing while looking at the stars through the skylight.

• often times, you’d find yourself tracing odd shapes on her forearm on the rare days you guys get to lounge around the apartment. that was her favorite thing. it grounded her.

• her force fields are intimately useful. ever wanted to nap mid-air on an invisible hammock? now you can.

• when you’re anxious or overwhelmed, she’ll put a gentle field around you—just enough to feel like a calming hug, her version of “i’m here.”

•she uses her invisibility for mischievous things, like sneaking kisses in crowded places or “disappearing” to surprise you with breakfast in bed.

• sue is incredibly independent, but she struggles with opening up emotionally. she shuts down when she’s overwhelmed, locking herself in her lab.

• and youre the only one who can get through to her. sometimes it just takes sitting beside her in silence until she says, “i didn’t mean to shut you out.”

• she never apologizes lightly—when she does, it’s sincere and heartfelt. “i love you too much to keep doing this alone.”

• if you’re part of the team, johnny is relentless in teasing the both of you. “eugh, get a lab, you two.”

• ben quietly adores you. he thinks you’re good for sue and often says things like, “she’s smiling more. that you.”

• reed respects your relationship, though he sometimes forgets personal boundaries. “do you two mind if i scan your brainwaves during arguments?”

• sue is incredibly protective of what’s hers. if anyone even thinks about threatening you? good luck. sue will trap someone in an invisible force field and suffocate the air from around them without blinking.

• she’s scarily calm in danger. she’ll keep you behind a force field while taking down entire groups without letting a scratch get near you.

• but when the fight is over, she always checks you for injuries first—even before herself. “let me see your arm—no, don’t say you’re fine. I know that tone.”

• being in love with susan storm feels like living inside the eye of a storm. everything around you may be chaos, but with her, there’s peace. she loves with intensity, not noise.

• and when she looks at you, like, truly looks at you…it’s like you’re the only thing in the world that makes sense. with sue, love isn’t loud. it’s strong. invisible maybe, but never, ever absent.

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i promise i’m working on requests for all the fantastic 4 inquires!!! i work on them in between work so it may take a few days!!! please keep checking back in 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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just saw fantastic 4. you know what the means.

requests are open!!! pls pls pls request!!! i’m itching to write anything for the fantastic 4!!!!

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FORGET ABOUT SMUT. PLEASE I AM TIRED OF IT. I NEED ANGST. I NEED GUT WRENCHING EMOTIONAL TURMOIL THAT MAKES ME SICK TO MY STOMACH. I NEED TO BAWL JUST FROM THINKING ABOUT IT.

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HELLFIRE | RLK

prologue.

st francis de sales cathedral

louisiana.

12:45pm.

i clasp my fingers around the cold beads of my rosary. the pews are relatively empty, a few other people scattered between the pews but enough space so we wouldn't disturb each other.

the smell of wood polish, stale insense, and the perfume of the older lady in the middle pew. she had been coming here since i was a kid, she always sat in the same pew, she wore the same jewelry, kept her hair the same, and always smelled like old perfume and mothballs. she always stayed after mass to get a few extra prayers in.

sometimes, i wondered. why did she pray so much? sure, i understand the importance of prayer but why weren't they being answered? she was here so much i could only wonder...what was the point?

maybe that was the beginning of my turn away from the church and god. if i prayed so much..why did i still feel this way? why couldn't he just give me a sign? something.

i close my eyes, bowing my head to rest on my hands and begin my prayer.

"lord, i am seeking guidance and clarity.

please, grant me a sign, a gentle nudge, or a clear indication of your will in this matter.

may i be open to your guidance and may your will be done."

amen.

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Hihi do you still write for Austin butler???

hi anon!! yes, i still write for austin!

requests for him are open if you’re wanting anything in particular 🥰

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tower fics are so back baby

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be my lover | kim hongjoong

mob!hongjoong x fem!reader

synopsis: in which hongjoong doesn’t like that fact you don’t care he’s cheating on you. arranged marriage or not.

warnings: arranged marriage, cheating, swearing, mentions of blood and killing people, hongjoong is kind of a dick but he’s in love, probably more.

w/c: 2.8k

a/n: oof okay i haven’t written for kpop in SOOOO long and this is officially my first ateez fic. i saw the ateez in cinema thing and wow. hongjoong wrecked me SO HARD HAHAHA OMG (jongho ily look away) anyways, i decided to finally write for my ult group!! enjoy!!

a/n: pt.2 ALSO readers personality is kinda based off of polly from peaky blinders iykyk. nonchalant badass!!!! happy reading!!

disclaimer: this is purely a work of fiction and does not represent ateez or kim hongjoong as a person.

not proofread

requests open

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growing up, every girl has their dream. maybe it’s becoming the first woman president, or to travel the world. but for most, it’s getting married.

the most romantic proposal. trying on the dress until you find the perfect one, wearing that ring your significant other picked out, the flowers, venue, and marrying your true love.

that was your dream, too.

but you didn’t get to live that dream. no, you were thrown in the deep end after your twenty-third birthday. no proposal, no wedding, no dress, no flowers, not even a beautiful ring. a simple gold band was all you were given by the man you married.

“it will benefit our family, don’t you want to make your family proud?” your father would say, after you had gone off on him. yelling in his face about your freedom, how you didn’t ask to be born into the life that your family had. of course, you did.

you left home for college, left the country to focus on schooling, unaware that your father was tracking you down and had his henchmen kidnap you and bring you home.

you were married two weeks later to kim hongjoong.

boss of sector one.

he was the most successful and notorious bosses of the current era, your father trailing somewhere behind him. hence, your involvement.

a contract written up years ago between your father and hongjoongs father. then, hongjoong inherited his father's gang, and the members who held his closest friends. all he needed was a wife.

you.

it was truly your worst nightmare, sharing a home with a violent and dangerous man, with equally dangerous henchmen.

but you managed. you had your routine and adapted to the way of your new life. you could adapt to anything, it was one of your many talents.

hongjoong wasn’t a man of many words. on the field, giving orders, he was straight to the point and commanding. no time for jokes or anything of the sort. when hongjoong had a mission, it was to be done and done quickly without getting caught.

in and out.

however, in his time being the leader, he found it to be incredibly lonely. he had no one by his side, he was often left alone with his thoughts and an unlimited amount of liquor.

hongjoong always knew about the marriage; his father would hold it over his head whenever he acted out of place. truthfully, he didn’t know what to expect when that day came. but it wasn’t you.

you were normal. you dressed normal when you two were married. hongjoong told himself that he could easily ignore you and continue with his job.

you acted like he didn’t exist, you’d barely look his way, you wouldn’t even speak to him unless you were working.

eventually, hongjoong made it his mission to break your walls. he was growing tired of the nonchalant facade you had. he couldn’t stand it, he couldn’t fathom how you just didn’t care.

because deep down, hongjoong cared immensely about you. more than he’d ever admit out loud.

the first time hongjoong ever actually treated you like his wife was during one of your first missions when both of you had to be present. something about a money laundering scandal on hongjoongs territory.

yeah, that didn’t last long.

the two of you walked in the gala, his hand around your waist. to your surprise, his touch was rather gentle and soft. hard to believe, coming from the man who could command a country with a wave of his finger.

he was accommodating your every need, making sure you were safe and secure by his side. though, you could easily fend for yourself.

“relax, sweetheart,” he’d whisper in your ear, out of earshot of everyone else. his breath was hot against your skin, pulling you back to reality. “i’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

after that mission, you found it hard to view hongjoong with the person’s you had made up for him in your mind.

it’s cliche. you live with someone for two years, and you start to learn things about them. even if you didn’t share a bedroom or bed together.

you knew his favorite food, the way he’d stay up all night working on files while you’d be picking away at books from his library. you knew he stocked the library for you, he’d always has yunho on side missions to find books you had on your list to be read.

you hated how much you cared for him after so long. all because of that damn mission.

the walls of the mansion were covered with miscellaneous paintings, the dark oak complimenting the colors on the paint on the canvases. each stroke holding a story that the artist was trying to convey.

you sat across the stretched dining table from your husband. a glass of chardonnay in front of you on the table, and a novel in her lap.

tensions in the mansion had been high for a while now. it was to be expected since you were married to one of the most feared men in the country, and you, nonchalant, quiet, and reserved.

you scared most of the men working for hongjoong. wooyoung, mingi, and san probably fearing you the most. more than their boss. one look from you could shut them up in a heartbeat.

you curated that facade to navigate life when hongjoong wasn’t around.

god you were frightening.

secondly, hongjoong had been cheating on you for some time now and you didn’t care. after all, you had no say in this marriage. you’ve navigated life after being married for two years and going on missions by his side.

you were living the life you sworn off years ago, you wanted to live a life of normalcy and peace. you deserved that.

and now it was second nature. the fighting, the threats, the killing, the violence, and the ruthlessness that came with being married to kim hongjoong.

the others, bewildered by the fact that you even let him get away with sleeping with other women. often coming to you asking why you didn’t care, how you just brushed it off. to which you’d reply with, “we sleep in different rooms across the house. i could care less who he brings home”

and it usually got them to shut up.

but, it bother you. somewhere deep down, you wished he wouldn’t do it. but you figured he did it because he doesn’t love you.

hongjoong blatantly cheats in your presence. you personality, the quietness, the way you wouldn’t bat an eye when the woman he had in bed the previous night would waltz through the kitchen fumbling for her belongings. all while you sat at the table, sipping your morning beverage of choice.

he wanted to break through your icy exterior. no, he needed to.

hongjoong fails, though, since you always choose to ignore him.

"why aren’t you mad?" he questions, frowning.

looking up from the printed words on the paper, you find him sat in the leather chair in front of you.

your face doesn’t falter, you keep a calm and composed expression. finally speaking, “why would i be mad?” your tone is flat, not giving any indication as to your mood.

hongjoong leaned back in his chair, studying you like he always does. his blond locks mussed, eyes half-lidded as he watched you flip through the pages of your novel.

the light coming through the window illuminated your side profile, his gaze darkened, his slender fingers tapping against his arm in irritation. your nonchalant attitude was beginning to make him agitated.

"because any self-respecting wife would be furious right now." he replied, eyes narrowing.

you say nothing at first, fixating your eyes back to the book nestled in your lap. your free hand reaches for the crystal glass to raise it to your lips.

you know hongjoong is fuming, absolutely raging but you don’t falter. “wife is a strong word considering we don’t even share a room” you begin, returning the glass to its original spot.

“let alone love each other.”

over the past year, you’ve learned how to get under his skin by being the way you were. you didn’t care much about how you affected him, you were simply just coexisting.

hongjoong didn’t know the nights that you’d cry yourself to sleep, mourning the life you used to have.

hongjoong's lip curled upward in a bitter smile, eyes flashing with annoyance. he pushed himself off the chair and walked over to where you were sitting, his footsteps heavy against the floorboards of the manor.

“a wife is a wife. regardless if we share a bed or not.”

he leaned against the polished oak table, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze locked onto you as he stared at you for a few moments.

"who says i don’t love you?" he asked, a hint of mockery in his tone.

you still refuse to meet his gaze. you could even list the times you actually looked him in the eyes on one hand.

you hear him let out a laugh, a scoff, whatever, and he shuffled a few steps away.

you look up, finally ripping your eyes away from the pages, you close the book and move it to the table.

you let out a breath of air, sounding more like a scoff. “are you serious right now?”

you lean back against the chair, watching him. how he stands there watching you, his hand crossed over his frame.

“i am.” he bites.

hongjoong was seething at the fact that you've gotten used to this, he had expected anger, jealousy, but he was met with.. nothing.

you begin to chew on the insides of your gums, trying to find the words. “i don’t care what sleaze you bring home, hongjoong. i really don’t” you finally spit.

hongjoongs expression hardened upon hearing your words. he didn't like that you didn't care, didn't like that you didn't react like every other woman would. it was infuriating, yet fascinating at the same time.

he slammed a hand flat against the table, causing the glassware on it to rattle. his jaw was set in a tight line, teeth clenched in irritation.

you flinch, clenching your jaw. you inhale sharply trying to ground yourself.

hongjoong continues, “you’re my goddamn wife. you’re supposed to care!” he snapped, his voice rising.

"you’re supposed to be jealous, angry, sad. not act like you don't give a damn."

you shake your head, looking away from him again. you purse your lips as his words ring in your head. “what do you want me to say?”

hongjoong leans in, his hands gripping the edge of the oak table with so much force that his buckles are turning white.

"why don't you care? don’t you have any self-respect? don’t you have any damn feelings for me? I'm your husband!"

his words spill out of him like an overflowing river all while he’s staring at you intently.

“hongjoong-“ you try to interject, closing your eyes and holding out your hand. but, hongjoong is quick to shut it down. “damnit, y/n, look at me!”

“i know you are!” you finally break, the palm of your hand slamming on the table. the nonchalant facade slowly slipping away.

“i’m reminded every fucking day!” you hold up hand, showing the gold band on your ring finger.

“of course i have feelings for you, hongjoong! i’ve been in love with you for damn near two years now!” she spits.

hongjoong's eyes widened in surprise as you yelled back at him. he was not expecting such a reaction, not from you, not ever. his grip on the table loosened as you continued to speak, your words sinking in.

“you... what?” he sputtered, his expression morphing from anger to shock.

his mind tried to process your words, struggling to wrap his head around the fact that you had been in love with him this entire time. be had cheated, he had disrespected you, and yet... you still felt something for him. it was mind-boggling and almost unreal.

you run you hands over your face taking in a deep breath to calm yourself but it doesn’t work. “i was robbed of everything. my life, my decisions, the way i live. all of it.” you can feel the burning sensation in your chest, crawling up to your throat and turning into a lump.

you had never cried in front him before, and you didn’t want to now.

“i don’t even have a wedding..” you sigh, feeling tears well in her eyes. “i don’t even have a proper ring.”

and then you mentioned not getting a ring. it was such a simple thing, but it felt like a knife stabbing through his heart. the realization that he had neglected you, that he had treated you as if you were nothing, hit him like a ton of bricks.

he had been so focused on himself, on his own needs, that he had completely disregarded your feelings. and now, he was faced with the consequences of his actions. “y/n” his voice is hoarse

you stop him, shaking your head. you can feel the embarrassment running you fingers through your hair and looks down at the table.

“i can’t do this..” you mutter under your breath, followed by a sniffle as tears fall from your eyes. “just forget i said anything.”

hongjoongs hand shoots out instinctively, his fingers wrapping around your wrist as you attempt to leave. he tugs you back, forcing you to stay where you are.

you try to push away, try ripping your wrist from his grasp but he’s much stronger than you.

his expression is a mix of shock and disbelief, his eyes glued to your tear-streaked face.

"how can i forget it? you’ve been in love with me this entire time?"

his grip on your wrist tightens, almost as if he's afraid you'll slip away if he lets go. his eyes dart across yous face, studying you like he always does.

"why didn't you say anything?“ he asks, his tone almost desperate. "you should have told me.”

you stifle a cry, looking up at him again. clutching to the book with one hand with every fiber in your being.

“stop.” you try to cut him off but it doesn’t work.

hongjoong continues, “you shouldn't have let me keep on with the cheating, on the treating you like crap... you should have said—"

he cuts himself off, his voice catching in his throat.

you chew on your bottom lip while he continues. shaking your head, you felt like she was at her breaking point.

when he finished speaking, you looked into his eyes for the first time. your bottom lip quivers but you quickly composed yourself.

“we didn’t even say vows, hongjoong.” you begin, balling your free hand into a fist.

as far as i was concerned, this marriage was written on a piece of paper by our fathers.” she frowned. “i don’t know what else you want me to say.”

hongjoongs heart clenches, the weight of your words hitting him like a ton of bricks. you were right. you didn't have a proper wedding, you didn't even get a ring. it was all a sham, a means to an end. a way to secure a partnership, nothing more.

“y/n..”

and yet, somehow, he had hoped that there was something there. he had longed for some semblance of a normal marriage, one where he could come home to you and hold you in his arms at night. “please..” he asks.

the mansion is quiet, you walk down the dimly lit halls to your bedroom. with a turn of the doorknob you’re met with the welcoming smell of your bedroom.

it was barely lit up, a few warm toned lamps by your bedside were the only thing on. you flipped the light switch and kick off your shoes.

you just returned from a two day mission with seonghwa, your feet ached, body bruised, your head was reeling with a leaving pain behind your temples.

trudging over to your bed you didn’t acknowledge the neatly wrapped box on your pillow at first. too preoccupied with cleaning up so you could get into bed.

you took off your earrings, tossing them into a jewelry plate before finally looking down at your gray bed sheets and that’s when you spotted it.

there’s a letter next to it, you unfold it to see just a few simple words.

“let’s start over”

then, you pick up the small box and open it to reveal and gold wedding ring. your breath got caught in your throat, staring at the piece of jewelry.

it was dainty, yet extravagant. obviously hongjoong must’ve spent a pretty penny on it. you carefully slip it out of its box and onto your finger, replacing the band you once had.

maybe hongjoong wasn’t so bad after all.

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hey guys!! it’s me again lol, i know i post all the time but i just wanted to ask if any of you guys would be interested in a obiwan one shot?

i posted an anakin one shot a few months ago and it did VERY well and i know everyone was wanting a part two (i was going to do it i swear)

but i have just been so obsessed with obiwan, so i just wanted to see what yall would think! lmk!

[bartxnhood]

40s! bucky barnes headcanons

synopsis: a collection of 40s!bucky barnes bc he is very dear to me.

warnings: none really, mainly fluff, just a tad of angst at the end.

a/n: hiiii all!! this is the first installment of my headcanon series. i’ve never really done headcanons like this before but i thought it would help me find my groove of writing again. i do have another bucky fic in the works along with a bob one!!

not proofread

requests open

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40s!bucky who first met you in a medical clinic when he was getting medicine for whatever sickness he had conjured up this time. but, it was really an excuse to see you again.

40s!bucky who never believed in love at first sight, it was a lame fairy tale for kids to believe in. but on that fateful day and his eyes landed on you..oh he was absolutely smitten.

“i’m gon be marryin’ her, steve!” his dopey smile is something steve has never seen before, his eyes glittered with something steve wasn’t familiar with. only seeing that gleam in his eyes whenever your name came up in conversation. “does she know this, buck?”

“she’s about to!”

40s!bucky who showers you with anything your pretty little heart desires. new diamond earrings? done. flowers? done. that dress you’ve been eyeing in the boutique down the street across from your work? it’s lying in the break room for you at work.

“bucky, this all too much” you’d finally confront him as you stand in the living room of your apartment as he’s handing you a new gift.

“what do you mean, doll?” bucky hesitates, afraid he’s crossed over a line. his step towards you is light and gentle, he drops the box to the table. “did i overstep or cross a line?” he asks softly. “never” you say, smiling softly. “i just..i don’t feel like i deserve this”

40s!bucky who doesn’t understand why you think like that. to him you were the brightest star in the night sky, the light of his day, you were every good thing that bucky didn’t deserve.

40s!bucky who calls you a plethora of different nick names, ‘doll’ and ‘baby doll’ were his two favorite. you would always blush, the nicknames stirring up butterflies in your stomach.

40sbucky who is pretty affectionate, even in public. considering his past, he’s so proud to show you off. bucky feels like the luckiest man in the world knowing you’re with him.

40s!bucky who tells you he loves you multiple times a day. there’s not really a reason behind why he does it, he just feels the need to make sure you’re aware that you’re the only one for him.

40s!bucky who found out he was a jealous man because of you. not anything you’d do, of course. but when he took you out dancing one night he couldn’t help that burning sensation he felt in his chest as he saw a man across the room eying you.

40s!bucky who keeps a collection of records tucked away in his apartment just for you, knowing how much you love music.

40s!bucky who dances with you in the living room with nothing but a small lamp lighting up the room. the two of you swaying to the soft jazz that bucky picked.

40s!bucky who picked out the perfect ring only a year of dating. keeping his promise that he’d marry you, even when everyone around him told him he was insane.

40s!bucky who asked your family’s permission for your hand in marriage promising to give you the best life you deserve.

“this is awfully soon, james.” your father would say, sitting across from bucky. “understandable, sir. but i do not wish to be away from her. i will give her the best life possible.”

40s!bucky who told you to wear your best. there were over two dozen roses in his kitchen, all prepared for you.

40s!bucky who is surprisingly a wonderful cook and prepared a huge candlelit dinner to show how much he loves you.

40s!bucky who finally popped the question after dinner, standing on the fire escape of his apartment while drinking wine.

“i have never met anyone quite like you. from the moment i met you, i knew you were the one for me. you make my heart skip a beat and fill me with more joy than i ever thought possible. will you do me the honor of becoming mrs.barnes?"

you’d say yes of course.

40s!bucky who holds you close when he finally confessed that he was drafted. gushing your cries as you grip onto him for dear life. feeling your world crumble beneath you. terrified.

“don’t cry, doll..” he says into your hair. “i’ll be home. i’ll come back to you”

“you better, james. god dammit you better come home to me.” you sobbed.

40s!bucky barnes who writes you letters every day after he was drafted. long letters, you can feel the anguish and pain from the way he scribbles his words on the stained paper.

40s!bucky who always professes his love at the end of the letters. “my heart aches for you. my soul yearns for your touch. i love you baby doll. i’ll be home soon.”

40s!bucky who sent back his dog tags so you’d have a piece of him while he’s away.

40s!bucky who wears his wedding band around his neck every day. often finding himself fiddling with it absentmindedly. missing you more than anything else in the world.

40s!bucky who gives steve the rest of his letters and wedding ring and tells him to look after you. he didn’t know why he didn’t, maybe a hunch.

40s!bucky who never returned home. but steve made sure everything was sent to you.

40s!bucky who pledged his undying love for you in each word on the paper. thoughtful words you never expected him to conjure.

40s!bucky who now only lived in your heart with every beat.

[bartxnhood]

hi all, just wanted to say a HUGE thank you for all the support on my bucky fics!

i haven’t written in so long so it feels a bit weird lol but i’m getting back in the groove.

i just wanted to pop in and say that i was thinking of making a headcanon series! starting with bucky ofc bc that’s my man. but i just wanted yalls opinion!

and yes, requests for headcanons will be open as well as requesting for anything else!