#the sink its not fucking difficult to walk four steps to the trash can first. what the fuck i'm so annoyed

[vampyroteuthid]

had to fucking hand crank the coffee beans for 15 minutes to brew them in this ridiculous contraption. bro i hate la liberals

[kamino-ink]

Finifugal | Park Chanyeol [02]

✧ finifugal - hating endings; of someone who tries to avoid or prolong the final moment of a story, relationship, or some other journey.

✧ 01 | 02 | ???

✧ Genre: Bodyguard!au, angst, fluff, romance, probably smut at some point lets be honest

✧ Summary: After an ambush that leaves your left shoulder in stitches, your head bodyguard decides to scour the country in search for a new recruit to help up your safety - when Park Chanyeol shows up and his first request is to dye his hair, you can’t help but wonder who in the world Junmyeon just so happened to recruit.

✧ Word Count: 2k [ I swear I am trying to make these longer but my brain just refuses im v sorry friends :( ]

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 “I’m... I’m sorry?” Is the first thing that manages to escape your parted lips as you blink in confusion at the man - who called himself Park Chanyeol - and his rather unusual request.

 “I asked if I could dye my hair pink, boss lady,” Chanyeol snorts at your questioning stare, gesturing a bit crudely to Junmyeon, who is standing beside him and glaring at the new recruit with a stingy glare, “the other boss guy here said I can’t because its like, unprofessional or whatever.”

 You glance over at a fuming Junmyeon, who is vehemently glaring daggers at Chanyeol. Clearly this giant of a man had to be a phenomenal sort of bodyguard if his personality was shining so much that one of your calmest, most patient men was having a difficult time keeping his cool. “Honestly, I could care less. Just try to keep me breathing and you can turn your hair into a fucking rainbow for all I care.” You admit with a soft shrug, purposefully keeping your gaze locked on Chanyeol instead of your head guard who’s sharp glare was burning glares onto your skin.

 “Fuck yeah - okay so far, you are my favorite person here boss lady-”

 “Okay not to sound like a bitch, but I have a name, which is not boss lady,” you cut him off, “its Y/N. Please, no more boss lady.” It comes out as an exasperated plea, and you narrow your eyes at the tall man when he snickers and steps closer to you, now having to tilt his head down to properly look at you.

 “What, not kinky enough for you?”

 Your eyes turn into saucers. “Excuse me-?”

 “You are excused, boss,” Chanyeol takes a turn to interrupt you now, his tongue suddenly darting out to slick his slightly chapped lips, “I’m gonna go and, you know, dye my hair so if you need me, you know where I’ll be.” He finishes with a deep chuckle, running his fingers through his mess of brunette hair before he turns around once, twice, and finally a third time.

 “Hey boss, where can a guy find a bathroom around here?”

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 You really didn’t know how you ended up in one of the master bathrooms with Park Chanyeol. One minute you were being baffled by his bluntness and crude humor, then the next minute you were begrudgingly leading him into your bathroom upstairs and helping him dye his hair a pretty pink.

 Considering you had never dyed someone’s hair before, you had at first tried to convince the man to go to an actual salon where a professional could make sure his hair (which was incredibly soft and naturally curly) wasn’t completely destroyed by an amateur. Yet he had shrugged a bit too carelessly and dragged the stool from your vanity towards the sink, plopping down onto it with a grunt.

 “It’ll be just fine boss, promise. Make me pretty already for fuck’s sake.”

 And so you did - or so your pride said with a smug look once the dye had settled in, the pale but beautiful color coming through even more once you had blow-dried his hair, revealing the curls he had spoken of, curled into soft ringlets now painted pink. “Not bad, not bad.” He hums in content, staring at his reflection in the wide mirror hung onto the wall.

 You huffed in disbelief from where you stood by the tiny trashcan next to the sink, slipping off the blue latex gloves and letting them fall into trash along with the box the dye had come in. “Not bad? I think it looks great, coming from someone who has never dyed hair before.”

 Chanyeol stifles a laugh at your statement, going to rest his chin on the palm of his hand as he turns his attention to your offended gaze. “Ah, so you think I look hot, then? I knew the pink hair was going to be a hit with the ladies.”

 It is in that exact moment in time that you realize this guy is really, really going to get long with Byun Baekhyun.

 Gingerly you walk over to his slumped over posture, abandoning your façade of gentleness the second you smack his bare arm. “Fuck off, Chanyeol, you know what I meant.”

 “Uh huh, I know what you meant.” He hums with a sly, wolfish wink and grin. Before you can protest any further, he’s slid off from the stool and slung the spotted towel you had lent him onto the tiled floor. He lets out a loud groan and bends his back, a resounding ‘pop!’ erupting from his spine. Of course, you couldn’t exactly blame him, especially since you had really taken your time in dying his hair - paranoid that you were going to damage his hair beyond repair. That in itself would have been a loss to all naturally curly haired men in the world.

 Maybe two hours was a bit much. Maybe.

 But he hadn’t complained - not once, oddly enough. That also surprised you, especially since he had muttered complete and utter nonsense about the “fucking enormous” mansion and its “stupid ass three floors and shitty amount of staircases, like, boss, no one needs this much.”

 And you thought you had a potty mouth.

 “Thanks for the assistance boss,” he says casually, straightening out his back and running his fingers through his newly dyed pink hair for just about the hundredth time, “now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to go explore for a bit. See you.” Chanyeol does a mock salute that you just nearly laugh at, watching as he retreats from your bathroom and goes about his business elsewhere in the mansion.

 You turn back to the mess that had been made in your bathroom, a disgruntled sigh passing through your lips.

 “Fuck, I really need to hire a maid.” Is the first thing you utter when he leaves, now left to your own devices in the muggy bathroom. The sink had water droplets splashed onto the counter it was dug into, with vivid pink splotches still on the gray steel of the sink itself (and a bit on the marble countertops as well.) Not wanting to leave your own bathroom too messy, you decide to get to work, first picking up a washcloth hung onto the neck of the sink so you could wet it and begin to wash away the leftover dye and excess water.

 For the next few minutes you simply wash away at the sink and counter, humming an old tune under your breath to entertain yourself. In your head, you wonder why you don’t just ask FRIDAY, the intelligence system constructed throughout the mansion, to page one of the boys and ask them to clean up. It wasn’t like they could necessarily refuse - but then again it would be a dick move to have your bodyguards clean up such a small mess.

 Its because you need to take your mind off of things - off of everything.

 You remind yourself of this almost unwillingly, your bottom lip jutting out into a silent grunt of reminiscent pain when you scrub away at a particularly jarring speck of god-knows-what on the marble counter, the damaged nerves in your left shoulder sending prickles up to your head. You are thankful that you didn't change into a tank top after Chanyeol had left, like you normally would have before cleaning, because then you would be able to see the nasty stitches embedded deeply into your still healing skin.

 Whenever you even caught a glimpse of them out of your peripheral vision you were struck with flashbacks. Flashbacks that gnawed at your conscious mind, screaming and pleading with you to just forget everything that had happened that night.

 You shake your head in a desperate attempt to rid yourself of those horrifying memories and go back to scrubbing at the dirty countertops, the throbbing of your shoulder starting to become all too familiar.

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 Once the sun has set over the horizon, you can see the distant dots of the city lights glowing and flickering in the background, a long ways away from the window you had been gazing through. If you were to bother yourself with concentrating hard enough, you might even be able to picture yourself back in the heart of Busan; exploring the bustling nightlife with your friends, tipping a talented group of buskers as you pause to watch how their limbs glide through the air almost flawlessly while they dance to the music.

 You miss Busan, no matter how much it doesn’t miss you.

 Luckily though, the boys have all seemed to welcome Chanyeol with open arms; albeit Junmyeon, Minseok, and Sehun were still cautious around him - which was expected of the trio, as they usually took time to warm up to just about anyone who wasn't you. While you probably would have pushed for the three men to not be so cold and rigid to the generally warm, bubbly newcomer, you knew now it was best to leave them be and hopefully develop a bond with him themselves. You were far past making the mistake of putting your full-hearted trust into someone so soon.

 Yes, Park Chanyeol was relatively kind and incredibly outgoing, a trait that became obvious when he willingly started to drag the ever stoic and quiet Kyungsoo into a debate about whether snakes had feelings or not with Baekhyun and Jongin. Even now you jumped a little whenever you could hear the four of them throwing themselves into a fit of loud, booming laughter - a pleasant sound you had come to miss for some time now. You were tempted by their laughter and joy, wishing to join in their carefree fun, but you were distracted by something else.

 “Is FRIDAY still down?” The man merely a few feet away questions you, to which you turn your longing gaze away from the shadows of Busan and to him, watching as he swiftly chops another onion without shedding a single tear. “Ah, so she is.” He concludes after not hearing an instant reply, noting the hesitation in your silent answer.

 “I don’t understand why she suddenly shut down, Dae. I’m the only one who can deactivate her system besides Yixing, and he’s still in Europe with Taeyong and Doyoung.” You express your growing concern over the intelligence system, pinching the bridge of your nose. It wasn’t normal for your systems to just, crash - in fact it had never happened before, not including the time Yixing shut her down so you would get out of bed and stop telling her to ‘bug off.’ Junmyeon and Minseok were the only other two of the boys who knew FRIDAY was currently out of commission, since you knew it might start a panic if the others figured out the biggest chunk of the security system was down.

 A panic was the last thing you needed on your plate, that much was for sure.

 Jongdae, who had moved the chopped pile of onions into a glass bowl to the side and was getting started on chopping a few peppers, opened his mouth to speak once more when the house shook a bit, causing him to pause abruptly.

 Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked outside the window once again, the lack of rain or even murky clouds merely fueling your wariness. In the background you could still hear the four boys laughing and chatting to their heart’s content, Baekhyun letting out a high pitched squeal in the midst of their fun.

 “Dae, it isn’t supposed to storm tonight, is it?” You ask him, still gazing outside the window.

 He makes a noise of confusion. “No, it’s supposed to be a dry week until Thursday. Why do you ask?”

 “Because there is no way that could’ve been thunder-”

 And suddenly you were being thrown backwards, your body going limp as the back of your head smacks the wooden floor with a sickening thud.

 There is no alarm, only the surprised shouting of the others and the sounds of shoes scuffling against the floor in a rush.

 And then, there is nothing.

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[x-reader-theater]

You Called?

Relationship: Peter Parker X Fem!Reader

Summary: Finging out your crush is Spider-Man would be crazy for anyone, but finging out he loves you in teh same day? How did you even handle that? 

Warnings: Cursing and bribery. I don’t know why that second one is a tag, but if you hate criminal activity, then why do you like a crime fighting superhero? It’s the spandex isn’t it? Most just can’t pull it off but he can! I get it now XD

Word Count: 1,532

A/N: AYYYYYYY! Guess who’s finally returned from the grave! You know, being dead is a lot less fun than I thought it would be. It’s a bit like cryostasis, I wouldn’t recomend it. Anyways, I spent some time on this one for once, and I actually really like it! It’s not as bad as my others! Though I bet when I go back and read it later it’s going to be really bad and I’m goign to hate all of it... Anyways, I hope you like it! Please like, reblog, and send in your own requests! They help me post regularly! <3

(P.S. I know I kinda missed my 100 follower milestone by a fuck ton, so consider my coming back from teh dead my 100 follower thank you to all of you! I love you all so much! You keep me going!)

“Hey! Peter!” You call out in the hall. He was distracted again, looking into his locker, staring at nothing. When he heard your voice, he shoots up, slamming the back of his head into the top of the locker. “Ooh, sorry.”

He rubs the back of his head but still smiles at you as you turn around. “It’s okay! What’s up?’

“I just wanted to know if you would study with me tonight? My mom’s making cookies and you always know she makes enough for ten people!” You exclaim and Peter’s expression darkens, like he’s regretting something he hasn’t done yet.

“I’m sorry, I can’t. I… I have the… The Stark internship…” He trails off, not looking in your eyes.

You sigh and roll your eyes. “What is with you and this internship? Why don’t you have time for your friends anymore?” You ask and Peter visibly deflates. He goes to speak but you hold up a hand to stop him. “No. I don’t wanna hear it. Go to your internship. I’m coming over tonight so we can study.”

You grab hold onto your backpack strap, and walk away. You turn the corner to the entrance and wait. A few minutes later you see Peter walk out of school, his walk slower than normal, but there was still a pep in his step, like he was excited to go somewhere.

You follow him through the streets and into a deli on 6th, a new one from the looks of it. He stays there for about five minutes before walking out with two packs of gummy bears and a sandwich in a bag.

You follow him two more blocks down and he turns into an alleyway, picking up speed as he rounds the corner. You peek around the corner and see Peter throw his backpack onto a garbage bin and stick it there with something. As soon as he does this, you see him starting to take off his clothes, one by one.

Your cheeks go red and you whip around the corner, making sure not to make a noise, stifling a small gasp that threatened to escape. You peek back around and see the ripping muscles that made up Peter’s back.

“What?” You let out quietly as Peter struggles to get out of his jumper, hitting his head on the brick wall next to him.

He pulls something out of his bag and if you had super powers, you would be Reed Richards with how much your jaw was hanging open.

Peter slips into the not so skin tight spandex and places an amazingly tailored mask on to his face. It was all a little big, until he pushes a button you can’t see, and the suit immediately tightens, allowing you to get a fantastic view of his ass.

Peter, or known in this form as Spider-Man, jumps up, and shoots out a web, and flies above you, oblivious to your presence as he gets lost in the thrill of being a superhero.

You turn around, your back hitting the brick wall of the building you were hiding against, your jaw still open as you sink to the street, not caring about the grime that was for sure coating your skin.

Your head is in your hands immediately, and you rock back and forth, muttering under your breath, “Holy shit! The guy I like is Spider-Man! What the fuck! How the fuck did I not know this?”

You calm your breathing and eventually get back up, slowly making your way into the alley, and see a guy trying to pry Peter’s backpack off the trash can. You bend down and pick up Peter’s clothes, stuffing them into your backpack as you cautiously make your way closer to the man.

“Hey! What are you doing?” You yell to him. He startles, and turns around. He was old, had one good eye, and only four fingers on each hand.

“Hey! Back off! I found it first!” He yells back and you roll your eyes, pulling out your wallet. You take out two twenties and hold them up. It seemed to catch the guy’s attention.

“I’ll give you forty bucks if you let me have this one,” you say, and he pauses for a thought, before nodding and walking towards you.

He grabs the money and looks like he just ripped out off, before stuffing the money into his pocket and grabbing a cart that was in the alley. “Good luck getting that one off! It was more difficult than the last!” You see as he leaves he had a shopping cart full of backpacks, and at least seven of them were Peter’s.

You roll up your sleeves, and put some elbow grease into it as you pull and pull. For what seemed like hours, you tugged at the backpack, not giving up as you pull and pull. Finally, the backpack springs lose, and you stand triumphantly, until you notice the webs have dissolved like they weren’t there in ten first place.

You wipe your forehead of sweat, most likely getting a large smear of dirt across your forehead. You pick up both backpacks and sprint out of the alley, down a few streets, until you reach your apartment, thanking Peter for unintentionally putting his “secret stripping spot” so close to home.

You unlock the door and sprint up to the roof, the backpacks slapping against your back, making you go slower with each flight of stars.

“Why the fuck do you have so many books in your backpack?” You curse to no one and everyone at the same time.

You finally get to the roof of your building and let out a sigh of relief, dropping the heavy bags onto the gravel rooftop. Walking over to the edge you make a promise to yourself to come up here more often. You would like to see the city from this angle more. When you’re not down in the dirty, crime ridden city, it’s kinda beautiful. With its 80s architecture you could see Queens being a hot spot for 80’s remakes.

You bring yourself back to reality and gulp down a large breath if air, before yelling at the top of your lungs, “Help me Spider-Man!”

You don’t know if he heard you, but if he didn’t respond in ten minutes you would try again.

It didn’t take that long thankfully, and after only three minutes, Spider-Man arrives on the rooftop, letting out a distressed, “What happened, what happened! You called?”

You lean against the railing dramatically, a hand to your forehead as you crank the dramatics up to eleven, saying, “Oh Spider-Man, whatever shall I do? My can pushed my brother off the roof!”

Peter, even though he’s wearing a mask, looks shocked to see you. He covers it though with anger as he says, “I knew I shouldn’t have even come here in the first place.”

You roll your eyes and go to speak, but you misplace your hand, and a piece of broken railing gives way, and you let out a shriek, before you feel and hand grab yours, and an arm snake around your waist. You’re being held up by Peter, the mask’s eyes wide.

You let out a breathless, “See? If you weren’t here I wouldn’t be either for much longer.” You let out a breathy chuckle but Peter just stares at you. You reach a hand up and put it on the side of his face, and say quietly, “I know it’s you, Peter.”

You lift the mask off to reveal Peter’s shocked face. You just hold the mask up to the side as you stare at each other. “How did you…”

“Find out?” You finish for him. “You’re not exactly stealthy Parker. You literally have a designated stripping spot. I met the man who steals your backpacks. You should really take better care of them.” You smirk. “Luckily, I bribed the guy with forty bucks, though it did take an hour to remove your backpack from that garbage can…”

You’re cut off as Peter’s lips are on yours. He wraps his arms around you more and you let out a shocked noise, before wrapping your arms around his neck. After a few moments he lets you go, panting.

“What was that for?” You asked, breathless.

Peter’s face goes redder and he mumbles out, “I-I just-I don’t know I-I just thought you were amazing and-and I wanted to kiss you, so-so I did…”

You snort out a laugh and break away from him, walking over to your backpacks. “I thought you were still in love with Liz?”

Peter walks over and says quietly, “I was never in love with Liz. I was always in love with you…”

You give him a pout and kiss him lightly. “Well I feel the same Spider-Boy,” You say, and you pull down his mask onto his face so it clings to it awkwardly, you just laugh and grab both bags.

“It’s Spider-Man!” He yells to you, pulling his mask off.

“Yea yea, do you want cookies or what?” You yell back, and smile at the hesitation, before there’s a pounding if footsteps behind you.

[justtextmeoppa]

Our Son

HIIII!!! Umm could I request a scenario where y/n has Jungkook's child but he doesn't want it and leaves y/n and y/n is all alone until Taehyung says he'll take care of the y/n and the child and you fall in love with Taehyung and Jungkook Regrets it after the child is grown up... Its kinda long sorry!! BUT I LOVE YOUR BLOG❤❤💙💙💙❤💙

For anon

Here it is

Hope you like it

M

Yet another test, another result. Unless they were all flawed, they were clearly saying that you were pregnant. And it was a big deal. You were too young, you would have had to give up the University and mostly you did not know how your boyfriend would react. Jungkook was as young as much as you are and you were always so careful. You could not figure out how it happened when memories of the night a few weeks before get into your mind. You were so taken by the passion that you had given up the condom and that was the result; a completely unexpected pregnancy. "Baby, you're locked in the bathroom for nearly half an hour. Are you feeling okay?" Jungkook's voice jolted you and you quickly threw the tests in the trash near the sink, by covering them with a paper towel so as not to make them visible. "Sorry, I was removing makeup. You know things for women, Kooks " You apologized, coming out of the bathroom and smiling at him mildly; "What are you staring at?" "You look pale. Are you sure you're okay? " He asked curiously, coming closer to you and brushed your cheek with your fingertips; "Don't make me worry." "It's okay, Kooks. Everything is fine. " And that was the first lie in a long line.

__________ Your lies were getting too many and it was becoming increasingly hard to hide the truth to Jungkook. After making up some courage you had decided that that night you'd have said everything, hoping that he would have taken it good and above all being happy. After initial shock, you had begun to accept that pregnancy more and more until you felt happy to bring one creature in your womb. It was the fruit of your love and what could be wrong with something so pure and beautiful? "Kooks... Do you have two minutes? I need to talk to you. " You began, sitting on the bed beside him, busy playing a video game that you didn't know. "Sure baby, talk to me." He smiled and hope kept increasing in you. "A few weeks ago I discovered something. Of course at first, I was scared… but I mean this is an amazing thing, believe me. " "Don't keep me in suspense, tell me what's going on, Jagi" He encouraged you, slipping on the mattress as he approached you; "Have you found to be the best of your course? Is your brother getting married? Have you won a vacation? Teeeeeeell me. " "I'm pregnant." Your emotion was palpable in the tone of your voice and your gaze was bright, but Jungkook's look made you freeze completely. His smile had vanished, his eyes were wide with shock and his look was totally blank. You immediately took his hand, stroking the backs with the pad of your thumb, waiting for the news to make way into his mind and the happiness you felt became his own. "Kooks.. I know we're you--" "No, I don't want it." He immediately stopped you and those few words were a stab to your heart. There was no happiness in his eyes, only anger and you could feel it on your skin as he stared at you. "What you wanted to tell me, huh? I don't want that son, Y/N, and you should think about your future, how it will be ruined by this child. " "You can't be serious!" "Yes, I do. We're nineteen, we are kids ourselves. How are you going to raise him? Huh? " "Kooks…" "No, I'm sorry but... It's not what I want. " He almost screamed as he rose from the bed, jostling you away and reaching the wardrobe. You looked right at him while he was taking a duffle bag and started to throw in his clothes, without bothering to fold them and place them. He was leaving you and just because you were pregnant, the idea itself disgusted you incredibly much and hurt you so much to leave you speechless. "I'm sorry Y/N; but this is not the life I want. " "So you don’t assume your responsibilities?" "I… I can't do that, I'm sorry. " He whispered, turning to look at you. You could understand his fear, but not his actions. You looked into his eyes for a moment and after that little moment he turned back again, taking the bag and leaving the room. The sound of a door closing, shortly after, made it clear that he was gone. Forever.

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"Yah, Y/N ... He's a jerk, I've always said that. " Taehyung said for the umpteenth time, while his arms welcomed you with joy and you were hiding among them. It was in days you were in those conditions, struggling to eat, to sleep, that everything reminded you of him and it hurt you. The only relief came from the presence of Taehyung, who tried in every way to help as best he could. He even volunteered to come with you to the check up that you had hoped to do with Jungkook, but all your hopes and dreams were completely blown away. "How... How do I do it now? " "What does it mean? Do you want this baby? "   He asked earnestly, looking down at you and shifting a lock of your hair so he can see your eyes. "Of course, Tae. " "All right, then fuck Jungkook. The only thing that you have to think about now is your health and the health of the baby " "I'm alone..." "What am I? A Unicorn? " You heaved your face, upset by his attitude. He could not have really understood that if he wanted to help you during those months, he would have had to be close. It was too much to ask him and you did not want to ruin his life, it was the last thing that he deserved. "Taehyung... I can't ask you this. " "Listen, Y/N, you know me. I love children and you're one of my dearest friends. Let me help you, I want to take care of both of you. " He said, then giving you one of his brightest smiles. Tears pinched your eyes  (but not enough to make you cry, just smiling back. He was there and for the first time in days, you did not feel alone anymore.

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"TAEHYUNG." "WHAT WHAT?" Taehyung screamed, running out of the kitchen with a fork full of food in his hand, looking upset. "I THINK… I THINK IT'S TIME ... " "I'M NOT READY Y/N, CAN'T HE WAIT?" "ASK HIM!" "SOOYOUNG, WHY YOU GOTTA GET NOW I'M EATING GOOD RAMEN?" You, as a reply, threw against him the remote control while the umpteenth and violent contraction made you fold in two for the pain. They had begun that morning but were mild and your gynecologist had made sure they were normal in calving. "KIM TAEHYUNG!" "OKAY, OKAY... WE'RE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL, YOU ... THE BAG, I GOT IT, " Yet another scream as he ran to retrieve the bag, ready for days, for the hospital and came back to you. " I HAVE TO TAKE YOU IN MY ARMS OR CAN YOU WALK? " "JUST GET YOUR ASS TAEHYUNG, IT HURTS TOO MUCH." You did not know what to expect, you were afraid that something could go wrong, that your little boy would be likely to hurt himself. A thousand thoughts invaded your mind but when Taehyung, without saying anything, took you into his arms and came running out of the house, all the negative thoughts vanished. Your guardian angel was with you, nothing could go wrong.

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It was the most difficult and painful twelve hours of your life, but in the end, the little Sooyoung had seen the light. He was perfect, with already a bushy little of hair, powerful and clear voice so as to make the nurses laugh when he started to cry. You were too dazed to figure out anything and you accepted willingly the anesthetic in order to rest for at least a few hours without the slightest pain.

"Sooyoung, you look exactly like your mom. Yes… You'll become a beautiful little man. How about I wake her up? " A deep and full of sweetness voice woke you up and opening your eyes you laid your gaze on Taehyung, sitting in a chair beside you, holding your child in his arms. "Hey.. Look who's here. " He muttered with sweetness, getting up and approaching you. Gently, he put Sooyoung into your arms and a swirl of emotions made you break down and cry, while you kissed and caressed with your lips that perfect and small face. "He's beautiful." "As his mom... I'll leave you alone, you need some time to get to know him. " He rose from his chair but immediately you gripped his wrist, blocking him from leave you alone. "Stay." "But... I mean, I think you want to enjoy this time with your son. " "O-our son." You faltered while he stared, caught off guard by your words. "Taehyung.. In these months you never left me alone and ... I... Don't go away. " "Why? Let me hear you say, Y/N ". "Because I fell in love with you, Tae."

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"Apppppppppppppppppppa!" "Why is my champion screaming like that? What's going on? "

You were sitting on the couch, checking out some books to write the next chapter of your thesis, while Sooyoung kept running around the house chasing Taehyung. Their screaming did not bother you, indeed ,somehow, they helped you to stay more focused. After four years you were completely accustomed to their madness.

"Appa I want ice cream!" "You have to ask mom." Taehyung gave to you the "problem", causing you to raise your eyes to heaven in a fake desperate way. Immediately the little Sooyoung jumped on the couch, holding onto your neck and stuffing your face with kisses. He was a corruptor, just like his father. "EOMMAAAAA, I WANT ICE CREAM" he screamed, pouting his lips as he always did Taehyung whenever he wanted to get something. "PLEAAAAAASE". "All right, let's go get some ice cream." You agreed, squeezing him softly in your arms and getting up off the couch completely ignoring your studies; "But when we finish the ice cream, we get back home." "YES, EOMMA!" It was a day in June, the sun was high in the sky and the temperature was perfect. You were holding hands with Taehyung while Sooyoung was two steps ahead of you who hopped, unable to contain the enthusiasm that he was trying at that time. "Sometimes I wonder if he'll run out of his energies ..." Taehyung whispered into your ear, making you smile and shake your head immediately; "But he's so bea--" His break concerned you right away, so your eyes returned to alight in front of you. And the reason why he had stopped was immediately clear to you. Sooyoung was in front of Jungkook, the last person you wanted to see.   Jungkook bowed to reach the cap that your son had lost and your looks have met. "Your cap, kid." "Thank you! " Sooyoung thanked him and you could see his toothless smile even though you were a few steps away from him. "Sooyoung, come here. Let's choose our ice cream, come " Taehyung recalled the child without deigning to glance Jungkook. The little boy immediately turned and ran up taking his hand he was holding out. They went into the ice-cream parlor, leaving you alone in front of your biggest regret and disappointment. Jungkook came up to you, his hands in his jacket pocket, and a guilty look drew onto his face. He smiled but you did not smile back, remembering only at that moment how much pain he had inflicted on you. "You're looking good." "Thank you." was your answer, totally icy. "You and Taehyung, huh?" "It's none of your business." "Already... He... What's his name? " "It's none of your business, Jungkook." His smile faded away to your answer, but you did not felt sadness at seeing that look on his face. "Now I’ll go back to my son and my husband if you don't mind." "I regretted my choice every day for the past four years, Y/N". "Jungkook... I don't regret instead. Because I found a person a thousand times better than you, who didn't leave me. On second thought, I just have to say thank you for abandoning me. Thanks to you, now I know what it's like to be really happy. "

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Ride With Me (Part 12)

PAIRING: readerxbuckybarnes au

WORD COUNT: 2.0K

WARNINGS: swearing, 

*The arrival of Commander Coulson to pull apart the butting gangs unravels secrets unknown to (Y/N) that change everything, completely.  

Previous Chapter 

Well, this has taken me a while, sorry about that. Life got a bit crazy then I have writer's block for a while. But I pushed on through and decided to finish this chapter because I needed a good distraction from today. 

Gif Not Mine 

Friday nights were the busiest nights for Hawkeyes and add onto the little fact that it was St Patrick’s Day it was all hands on deck behind the bar. Even though you had been working flat out for four hours and your feet could do with a good hot soak you were happy for the distraction. Not to mention your friends had claimed the end of the bar as their own so you could listen to their conversation and chip in with your own thoughts.

“I never knew you had Irish roots Steve” Wanda laughed as she cleared away their dirty glasses, you and Sharon were busy stocking up the bar with new bottles of spirits while Luis, Clint, and Darcy were busy serving the ever coming on slaughter of customers.  

“They are faint but Ma’s family are all still over here, St Patrick’s Day is always a big celebration” Steve grinned holding up his beer glass.

“I think Clint could have toned it down with the decorations” you wafted the stray green paper streamer out of your way as you collected the empty spirit bottles to discard in the bin.

“Not a fan of the color green?” Natasha smirked at you as you tore away a cardboard cut out of a leprechaun blocking the bin.

“Not really, it always reminds me of being angry” you screw your nose up slightly.

“I thought that was the color red?” Sharon looked confused at you as she handed Sam another whiskey.

“No, not red. Red’s my favorite colour...reminds me of lust” you grin cheekily to Bucky as Sam and Steve's wolf whistles.

“Damn (Y/N) as if we need another thing to boost his ego” Sam chortled throwing an arm over Natasha who laughed along with him. You shook your head still giggling as you moved up the bar slightly. There seemed to be a lull in customers ordering drinks so you took this small opportunity to wipe down the slightly sticking counter surface.

“Red equals lust huh doll?” Bucky slid up to you grinning slightly. You pursed your lips in amusement.

“Please, like you didn’t already know” you flicked him with the damp cloth slightly earning a surprised yelp.

“You never fail to surprise me (Y/N)” Bucky chuckled as you threw the rag into the sink behind you. Turning back around you caught him looking down at a certain part of you.

“Enjoying yourself there Buck?” you raised an eyebrow as he smiled shamelessly.

“Can’t a guy just enjoy the view his is given” Bucky grinned wolfishly as he leaned across the bar; you smirked shifting your weight onto your toes as you drew your face closer to his.

“I think you more than enjoyed the view last night” you both smirked at the memory of him waking you up in the middle of the night for a snack. Even though he never set foot in the kitchen at all.

“Get a room you two” Sam hollered.

“Bite me, Wilson,” you snapped earning a few cat calls from other bar patriots

“No that’s Bucky’s job” Natasha grinned wickedly at you as her comment earned a louder uproar.

“And here I thought we were going to have civil company tonight” the cool deep accented voice chilled your bones as you looked over to Schmitt, he stood with the strength of his crew behind him.

“Such hostile faces on such a night of festivities” Schmitt tutted softly as Hela winked at you from behind him.

“I thought I made myself clear the last time you were here you bastard” Bucky growled standing up to face Schmitt.

“Back off Bucky” Hela spat, she reminded you of a snappy little terrier protecting its master. You swore you heard Bucky emit a deep growl at the woman.

“Don’t get me started with you, don’t think I haven’t forgotten what you did you (Y/N) and Wanda’s place”

“Oh you can hardly pin that on her love, it could have been someone completely different” Amora’s smooth voice purred from next to Sam, who looked down at her like he had stepped in something he shouldn’t have.  

“I think it was pretty fucking obvious to me” you seethed marched around the bar, ready to fight tooth and nail if you had to. Bucky shot out his arm before you could get any further. The tension had raised sky high between the two gangs, each of eyeing off the other waiting for the signal to pounce.

“Let’s everyone just calm down, such things should not be said frivolously.” Schmitt stared down at you hard but you refused to look away.

“Let’s get one thing straight Schmitt, I don’t have time for your little rats running under my feet. I will stomp out every single one until your scurrying back the damp dark shit hole from where you came.  

“Is that any way to speak to an old friend Barnes” you couldn’t stop yourself from looking up at the back of Bucky’s head. Or noticing the feelings between the two groups shift significantly. Before you could question him the bar doors opened storming in Peggy with two unfamiliar men.

“Commander Coulson, Lieutenant Carter. Sergeant Ward what a pleasure it is” Schmitt smiled at them like old friends.

“Cut the crap Schmitt, you’re lucky we’re not throwing you in jail right this second” The older man strolled up to the German; as if he was oblivious to the dangerous situation he was walking into.  

“Calling back up Barton, how weak” Rumlow sneered at the blonde, leaning against his office doorframe.

“I didn’t want to redecorate again, sue me,” Clint snapped crossing his arms over his chest.

“Gentleman that’s enough” Peggy cut through them.

“Everyone clear out now, Order of NYC Police force.” The younger man ordered everyone in the bar, their attention now focused on the two bike groups stood head to head at the bar. You stood frozen behind Bucky, your heart beating fast as your stomach churned. Something wasn’t right you could feel it.  Soon only the gang members were left in the bar along with the three police members, you could only image there were more stood just outside the bar.

“So are you here to arrest us Coulson?” the older man, Coulson just smiled slightly.

“Unfortunately not today, you and your friends better clear out of here before I let my partner here show you what good clean punishment really looks like” Schmitt’s eyes flicked towards Peggy who all but smirked at the man. With a subtle raise of the brow, the Red Skulls backed off, not before Hela sent you a mock kiss. You felt your body fill with rage at the smug look on her face. The rest of your friends were left to watch as The Red Skulls sauntered off out of Hawkeyes.

“You better have a good reason for this Coulson” Bucky growled at the older man.

“I suggested you stand down Barnes, were not here for you this time” Coulson gave Bucky a stare that could rival his own.

“I’m sorry Bucky, but it’s (Y/N)” you felt your stomach drop at the soft tone of Peggy’s voice.

“No” Bucky’s voice was final, he shifted in front of you. Placing his entire body before your blocking you from Coulson.

“We don’t have a choice Barnes, orders from above” Ward moved a step closer towards the pair of you.

“If you even think about touching her” Bucky’s voice was deep and laced with danger.

“Bucky, I’m sorry. You always knew this was coming” Peggy walked calmly towards the pair of you. You could feel your heart racing in your chest what did the police want with you. Why was Bucky so adamant that you shouldn’t go with them. The thoughts spun through your head like a carousel, you watched as Bucky turned to you. Crouching down slightly he whispered faintly in your ear.

“Whatever they tell you, whatever they show you. Remember I love you (Y/N)” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, you could barely look back at him as Peggy whisked you away and into the police car outside to register the back that Bucky had told you he loved you for the first time. You were halfway down the road when you realized the look of fear and pure terror in his eyes as he watched you be pulled from him.

“How well do you know Mr. Barnes” you swallowed the urge to scream at Coulson. You have been trapped in the interrogation room for what seemed like hours now. Peggy had stayed with you until the movement Coulson pulled you into the dark cramped room.

“Pretty well considering we live together” you watched Coulson and Ward share a look.

“Did you know he use to date Helena Laufeyson” Ward started to sift through the files before him.

“I did, she trashed my home not three days ago.”

“She did?” Ward’s interest perked at this as you scowled at him.

“Look I’m sorry but I don’t understand why I’m here? I don’t know anything about the Red Skulls” You shifted in your seat eager to get back to Bucky.

“Really because I think you use to know one of them quite well” Coulson gently placed a photograph in front of you. The sharp tingling sensation ran through your body as the blood rushed to your ears. It was Jeremy.

“You honestly didn’t know?” Ward gave you a suspicious look, you were sure all color had drained from your cheeks as the urge to be sick churned in your stomach.

“He never really talked about it, I knew it must have been something dodgy but never….” you trailed off, your fingers brushing the smooth paper. He was straddling his motorbike, the one he would take you on away on day trips. You swallowed the bile rising in your throat as he was photographed with Amora and Rumlow. Rumlow looked like he was in the middle of slapping him on the back in a very friendly and familiar way as Amora laughed. Her blonde hair catching the sunlight.

“Miss (Y/L/N) I know this must be very difficult to process…”

“But it seems like you know more than one ex-member of The Red Skulls” Ward cut Coulson off throwing another photo in front of you. It was like someone had pulled the chair right out from underneath you.

“No” you felt your throat tighten at the familiar faces, the two men were stood side by side. The photograph was obviously taken at a distance by you identified the two men instantly, Jeremy… and Bucky.

“Before he was known as Bucky, he used to go by the name James Buchanan Barnes. I think you’ll find the name familiar” blinking through the tears you looked down at the sheet of paper before you. It was a list, a list of witnesses to attend a court hearing for the investigation of suspected murder of Jeremy (Y/N/L). With the first character witness being a Mr. James Buchanan Barnes, listed as failing to attend court.

“There was no evidence he was even there when your brother was killed, his death was declared an accident….as you are aware of” Coulson cleared his throat awkwardly. That’s why the name Barnes was familiar; you had seen it two years ago when you were sitting in that courtroom. Before you ran away to Chicago, that’s why Clint was so concerned as to your return. Why Hela had more than just a jealous ex-girlfriend vendetta towards you. Schmitt’s comment in the bar…

“Is that any way to speak to an old friend Barnes”

You could feel the rage pouring out from you, at everyone keeping this from you. At yourself for not putting the pieces of the puzzle together. This whole time James or Bucky, or whoever the fuck he called himself had been playing you like a damn fool.

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