#yall go look at thia

[miumura]

💭 — JAKE AS YOUR BOYFRIEND !

leaving my boyfie for last ^^ just me being accurate hopefully or it’s just what my delulu self thinks what he does 😊

warnings : none?

— follows you everywhere. if you’re there, he’s right next to you always. the others are never surprised when jake is missing, cause when he is, he’s mainly with you.

— loves watching and capturing moments of you with layla. he just finds it so cute that you love his dog as much as you do. even if you two are apart and you may be facetiming jake, he can still feel the love across the screen when you squeal over layla. layla approves of you

— just a curious partner </3 like if you go on you’re phone, he would try to see what you’re doing just because he’s curious!!! like imagine him just resting his head against your shoulder js bc he wants to know what you’re laughing at.. jake ill show u my phone anyday

— i feel like if you were on his lap, he’d be the type to wrap both arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder, watching what you’re doing.

— the type to play soccer or basketball and look at you saying “this one is for you” BUT MISSES IT 😭 . so he awkwardly walks away / picks up the ball or just defend himself heavily LIKE DAMN ITS OKAY TO MISS literally mark core

— really touchy. like idk, he just wants to be able to hold you whenever he sees you. even if you just give him your hand, he’s pleased with it even if he wants more

— uses pick up lines he thinks is soooo good and you just have to lie and pretend they r good…sometimes they hit tho

— “that was good, where did you get that pickup line from?” “come on are you serious…..heeseung.” “he’s got rizz.” “ARE YOU SAYING I DONT—”

— pretty shy bf. like sure he’s touchy n all, but any compliments that come out of ur mouth, he’s already rolling around giggling…ME CORE!!!!

— the type to tickle you when you like prank him. just hear me out on it he seems like that guy AND will only stop when he hears a bunch of apologies.

— will laugh at ANYTHING. one tiny thing you do and he’s already clutching onto his stomach for help….boy he’s odd. dw me too we r meant to be

— probably only looks forward to the mornings cause he’d probably make you kiss all over his face so he could wake up…if you’re both heavy sleepers…this won’t be apart of yalls routine just saying…

— the type to steal your blanket in the morning/night for the fun of it 😓 like jake that’s only gonna make you sleep on the couch if you don’t stop playing 😂😂😂

— gets DEFENSIVE when arguing jokingly. LIKE U CAN IMAGINE HIM BEING THESE EMOJIS ☝️🤓 . “um actually that’s wrong cause due to these facts ☝️🤓” NOBODY CARE ABT YOUR MATH FACTS SIT DOWN .

— doesn’t seem like the type to get that angry w/ you? like he’d jokingly be mad but that’s all and yk he’s not serious about it. even if he was mad, he’d probably give you silent treatment WHICH HE CANNOT HANDLE.

— probably sulks and pouts when he’s “angry” or jealous. but any attention from you makes that turn into a big smile :)

— i feel like communication would be good in the relationship.

— type to give cheek kisses and then js run away afterwards cause even after all this time, he still gets shy and turn red !!

— JUST AN AMAZING BOYFRIEND .

💭 — sawrri for leaking my relationship with jake 😓 dispatch don’t leave this info oh No!!!!! (please do)

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[gettinshiggywithit]

!Eras!

Scenario:chuuya celebrates his birthday through the years~

Pairing: chuuya x gn!reader

Type:drabble

Genre:fluff

A/N:HIII YH IK THIS IS LATE BUT LIFE KINDA LIFED...please lmk what yall think and if thia was good at all😭

Tagging: @diagonal-queen

HAAPPYY BIRTHHDAYYY TOOO YOUUUUUU!

The members of the sheep all whooped and clapped as their king blew out his candles.

“Come on!,” shirase said as he smiled at chuuya with a quirked brow, “you’re supposed to feed those closest to ya!”

Shirase obviously thought he’d be first,with yuan standing right behind him,but when chuuya nodded and cut out the first slice,the first person to be fed,

Was you.

Chuuya turned to you,beaming as he held out the slice for you to take a bite,and as you did his smile grew brighter.

You could see shirase huffing in front of you,seeming to take offense at not being chuuya’s apparent number one,and he almost refused when the slice was offered to him second.

No one could ever outrank you in chuuyas heart,you were his best friend;his confidant.just as loyal, just as kind and just as deadly.you complimented eachother completely and had gotten pretty close,even if you werent a high ranking member of the sheep you were still the most important to him.

———;—————@

Another year,another set of candles blown out.but this time he wasn’t surrounded by the sheep,no,not anymore.This time he was surrounded by his new friends,the flags.

albatross slapped him on the shoulder,making a comment about how he was another year older but not another inch taller,earning a retort and scowl in return.pianoman made a comment on how the joke was so low hanging that even chuuya could have reached it and this earned yet another punch and grumble from the targetted ginger.

You couldnt help but laugh at their antics.the flags were good for him and you loved that he could find a group of people who cared for him more than shirase and the sheep ever could.the mere thought of the silver-haired bastard bringing a sour taste to your mouth,one you attempted to swallow down with some wine.

Chuuya looked to you when he heard your laugh,his anger immediately replaced by a crooked smile. “Nice to know my pain brings you joy y/n” he says as he rolls his eyes,his hands resting on his hips as he looked at You with a look of mock hurt.you scoff in reply as you get up from your seat,place the wine glass back on the table and make your way towards him. “Mhmm dam right it does.” You say with a smirk,flicking his forehead with your middle and pointer fingers, “now come on a tradition’s a tradition,nakahara~”

Chuuya rolled his eyes again and cut out the slice,feeding it to you before turning to the rest of the flags.the sprinkle of red dusting his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by any of them as they all chuckled to themselves.their little ginger had a crush~

And they weren’t wrong in their assumptions.chuuya had indeed caught feelings for you,or rather,he’d realised he’d had them all along.when the sheep had betrayed him,stabbing him (literally) in the back,you’d jumped down to go after him.None of the members has let you know about the blindside as they’d all known you’d either warn chuuya or find a way to foil their plans.none of them tried to stop you when you ran for him though,treating it more like a kind of two-birds-with-one-stone situation. And when dazai offered chuuya an ultimatum,you agreed to join too.you saw nothing in the sheep anymore.their fear of being betrayed had rotted them to the core and you held nothing but hatred for them now.chuuya had appreciated how you’d stayed by his side,how you hadn’t abandoned him.and it was then that he realized he did have feelings for you (yup ik,inconvenient but hey! Watcha gonna do?)

———————-;——-@

It was once again April 29th, and the clock had just struck midnight.chuuya stood alone in your pantry,a little cupcake which said ‘happy b day’ stood before him with a lit candle stuck in its top.he blew out the candles as you sang softly,clapping when it finally went out. “You know what time it i-!” Before you could complete your sentence chuuya crashed his lips into yours,capturing them is a passionate kiss.his hands were on your waist,pulling you closer as yours cupped his face.

When he finally broke the kiss,panting for air as he rested his forehead against yours,he finally said, “lets skip the traditions for once huh?” He’d said smiling like an idiot.you couldnt help but laugh as you replied with a, “Thats just fine by me~” you held his face and looked into his eyes before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Happy Birthday Chuuya,I love you” and in that moment he felt like the luckiest guy alive.his best friend turned lover,his one constant,was with him yet again and the look in your eyes told him you’d be there till your heart stopped beating.so in reply he said the only thing he could,it couldn’t fully encompass how much he loved you or how much you meant to him,but it was simple and sweet,

“Love you too y/n”

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[lim-boe]

Shelby's Part 2

Part 1, Part 2

(not my gif^)

Tim Gutterson x afab reader

Justified

Warnings: cursing, references to vomit, drinking

Ch: 2

You and Tim had an eventful conversation about your differing career paths.

“ So is puke the only thing kids do?” Tim said before taking a sip of his fourth beer. 

You shrugged, “ It feels that way sometimes. Do you only point guns at people or is there more to being a Deputy Marshal?” You smirked, already knowing it wasn’t from your brother's short phone calls, but you didn’t like to talk about family. 

You noticed as the night went on Tim seemed to loosen up.

He chuckled and turned his body towards you, feet on your chair’s footrest, elbow on the counter, and a beer in hand, “ I wish, that's the part I’m best at, but there is a surprising amount of paperwork involved in chasing fugitives.”

You mirrored his body language but crossed your legs instead of the half manspread he was doing across from you, “ Yeah I guess that’s where I lucked out,” you chuckled, “ being an art teacher for kids involves almost no paperwork,” you hummed, “although,” and leaned towards him a bit, “ I might trade you for the parent teacher conferences.”

You were obviously more than a little tipsy because as you were sitting back up you muttered  “,but if the dads looked like you I might not mind so much.”

When your brain caught up with your mouth you felt your cheeks heat and you sincerely hoped he did not hear that.

You avoided his eyes by looking at the couple across the bar, but before you knew it Tim was leaning towards you and putting his foot next to yours on your stool. His voice was low when he spoke. “ I wouldn't mind a little one on one with you either.”

…

You ended up staying out much later than intended, talking or rather, flirting, with Tim. You couldn’t tell whether it was going to go anywhere, but looking at the time and your alcohol consumption and realized you would probably need to call a friend to take you home. You texted your friend and luckily enough Ava was a few minutes away. You thanked Tim for his company and you were off. Or at least you tried to be off. As soon as you stood up your head spun a bit and you felt a firm hand on your arm, “ Woah, be careful now. How’s about I walk you outside and we wait for your ride.”

You thought you had less to drink than Tim, so either he had a higher tolerance, or your muddled brain didn’t keep proper count. 

Giggling on your way out of the bar. Tim seemed to find your incoherent babbling and endless giggles quite amusing as he sat you down on a bench outside the establishment.

“ Maybe I shoulda grabbed you some water on our way out to sober you up a bit.”

At that you pouted, “ I am sober.” 

As Tim gave you a slight disapproving glare you burst into a fit of laughter again.

A few minutes later a car pulls up in front of the two of you. Tim was smirking at you as you folded over giggling at something he said when Ava rolled down her window. 

“ Alright yall, you coming or what?”

Tim looks up at her then back at you to confirm that thia was infact your ride. 

“Oh hi, Ava!” you yell a little too loudly for this late at night. 

She rolls her eyes while Tim smiles and helps you to your feet and around to the passengers side. 

“Am I giving you a ride too?” Ava asks as he helps you buckle your seatbelt while you ogle at him standing over you. 

“ No Ma’am, just her,” he says standing back up, “ I can’t leave my car here. Thank you though, and drive safe.”

Tim then directs his attention to you, “ Sleep Well  Darling, I had a good time tonight.”

You smile up at him, “ Me too, bye Tim.” 

You wave as Ava pulls out of the lot and towards your apartment. 

[hopeheartfilia]

oh my god. as a. Yes fuck it im saying this i have the random notes in my notes app to back it up

as a person who likes khalid, im sorry but what

Like yes he is a creep and yes id never cheer for them to be together, bit excuse me?

Im. Suprised by the comments on webtoon. To be precise their ability to completly miss all forshadowing and act as if things happen out of thin air

Another example of thia is lady loer's jealousy, which was heavily implied nad foreshadowed on many occasions. Frankly from that time in the bookstore where eosif made comments about estelle/luci looking at books about ersha

Like im sorry what. Why yall acting like you didnt expect this and going khalid has teagic backstory now but i hope it doesnt make readers forget how he acted - like it wasnt clear he had one from the get go. Yes obviously he always says some very out there shit but his line of thought isnt hard to follow. Is it dumb as bricks? Yes of course. You cant be mad at someone for now knowing something if you never tell them

You cant be mad at your friend for not knowing youre in love with them. You cant be mad at your friend for not knowing they are being manipulated. You can be mad at your commander for being incredibly dense about politics, but as a friend who knows she was a commoner and quite frankly has no reason to know half of the shit youre getting mad at her over, the fault is with the situation and aso with not saying shit

Like im sorry that people dont read minds. learn to communicate.

.... this feels a lot like the conversations me and my best friend have like. maybe neurotypicals should learn how to talk actually

but yeah he was the closest person to estelle and untill im shown a flashback of him having a conversation with her about im gonna be in camp Bitch ass maybe dont expect your commoner best friend to infer politics from thin air via telepathy

One of the main differences between zed and khalid is communicaion, honesty and respect. Zed is great on all of those points. khalid very much is not

[pcktknife]

I going through that hxh subreddit again and i don't think I've ever had a laugh go on for this long in a hot minute

[sugarcookiesandsins]

Charmed [Episode 6]

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Following your explanation, the boys sat in silence as each of them took in the various blueprints and notes spread out before them. Processing it took them some time, and Eli took the opportunity to soothe his dry throat with the remnants of his drink.

“It’s complicated, to say the least.” Namjoon’s voice was distant as his mind wasn’t all that focused on the words coming out of his mouth.

Yoongi only snorted in response, but it was more of a reaction that he had given for the duration of the discussion so Eli considered it a win all in all and looked to the other members for their reactions. Seeing nothing else of note in their eyes, he reached for the papers to clean them up, planning on returning to his room and cleaning up, before going out for supplies. Sure, Hoseok or Jimin could probably hook them up with all that they needed but call it a con’s intuition for wanting to check out the equipment themselves.

Grabbing hold of the documents, he rifled through them and aligned the corners as he always did before getting up.

“I’m headed out for some of the basic equipment so yall can break it in before D-day.” Not waiting for an answer, he headed back to his designated room, barely sparing a minute to toss the papers onto his desk before heading to the bathroom. 

With the door locked and the hot water soothing your muscles, you had some time to yourself to think. Your relationship with the rest of the boys could be simmered down to two words: grudging acceptance. Neither side was about drop their pride and invite the other out to dinner, but at least Jungkook wasn’t lunging for your throat every time he laid eyes on you.

The heist was risky, and would take some real trust and teamwork, and “grudging acceptance” wasn’t exactly the best relationship to have with the people you would be trusting with your life while completing the mission. You still were damn sure that they wouldn’t hesitate to leave you behind if they needed to; their relationship was one where they looked out for each other and solid walls were drawn against those who weren’t inside when those walls were built.

In a way, you understood. Though you didn’t have the exact details, it was obvious they went through some trauma together, one that bound them together by something greater than blood ties or brotherhood. You were the same way; the only difference was that you were alone when you built those walls and they had each other.

Shutting off the water, you stepped out into the foggy bathroom, the heat blushing your skin red. The mirror was fogged up, and the metaphor almost made you snort. It seemed that even the world was trying to tell you that within all the personas and costumes, you had lost sight of your true self, even as it stood within reach, blurry but there.

The skin on your chest was red and irritated, most likely from the bandages you used to keep your secret. You needed to spend a night away from them, if only so you could let your skin breathe.

Getting your costume back on, you waltzed out of your bedroom towards the living room, most of the boys had disappeared, but Jimin was still where you had left him, albeit in clothes more appropriate for your shopping trip. In a way, you expected Hoseok to be there as well, but Jimin oversaw their equipment.

“Do you know the weights and heights of everyone,” Eli casually asked as he thumbed through a small journal filled with more of his chicken scratch trying to find the specific page he wanted.

“Don’t tell me you’re interested in us,” Jimin scoffed obviously getting the wrong impression from Eli’s words.

“Interested in keeping you all alive yeah.” Eli turned his back on the still lounging Jimin, who had somehow managed to get even more attractive as he leaned back invitingly on their soft couch. “Don’t fool yourself shorty. I doubt you have anything that would make me want to chase after you.”

Making his way to the foyer of the apartment, he didn’t even look back to see if Jimin was following him before he slipped out and towards the elevators.

The ride down was silent once Jimin joined him, each absorbed in their own devices to pass the time. Upon exiting the tall high-rise building, Eli was none too surprised at the sleek black SUV waiting for them. They needed to buy a lot of equipment and they would need a large car to hold it all.

While in the car, both still maintained the strict silence that they had started in the elevator. Eli’s eyes were focused on the passing scenery, letting out tiny grins at the snapshots of daily life he saw beyond the tinted glass windows. They were all so oblivious to the harsh realities of the world and even if they did know, their brains would probably cut out the information deeming it too harmful to remember. 

PJM

He seemed utterly uninterested in anything other than the mission. It really was odd to see how quickly his attitude adjusted when he explained the plan to us this morning. Not once did he let out his signature smile, all teeth and stupidity. It was long, complicated, and required a lot more trust than I felt anyone was willing to give him at this point in whatever relationship was forming between us.

Going out with him was most definitely not my choice, but Namjoon had insisted on it because apparently it was obvious that I was the one with the most prejudices against our new add-on. We all knew it was a blatant lie, but Jungkook had no qualifications to go shopping therefore here I am.

The car is surprisingly silent, and looking over at Eli, he’s focused on the outside world. There was longing in a sense, something we all felt from time to time; we wonder and dream of our lives with intact families and normality.

The car stops in front of a hotel, conspicuous and in the center of town; it’s perfect. Getting down, it’s no surprise that we make an impression on the surrounding people. Jimin’s face is common on the news channels and everyone knows the people he associates with, so everyone gives us a wide berth as we enter the hotel.

Walking to the front desk, the person manning the fort gives us the biggest customer service smile that I have ever seen. Jimin merely nods back before handing over a medallion and asking for, “Room 113 please” with the most conversational tone.

“Forgive me sir, but our staff is still cleaning the room for you. Please feel free to wait in our lobby and I will call you when the room is prepared.” When you enter this line of work, you should always be prepared to deal with word games and subliminal messaging. We both understood what his words meant, there was already someone shopping so we could not go in.

Most places like this did not worry about anonymity between guests, hoping that it would work as sort of a motivation to not betray the location; if someone got captured then they could name everyone else that they saw. It was more commonly seen in stores that had not gotten a footing in the black world of crime. Yet, the truly powerful locations did not need to rely on such childish motivations as that.

Jimin and I made our way to the couches a couple feet away from the receptionist. The world continued to move on around us. Initially, some were focused on our identities, but as they each needed to be somewhere else, we were left alone in the middle of the lobby. The hotel itself seemed to be the playground of the higher class based on all the brand names glittering around me and the large entourages that revolve around a single person.

In a way, that life seemed bland to me. What fun was there to have everything handed to you, sure it was novel for a little while but then it would lose it’s charm. Inherently, people get bored which is why you see celebrities always doing.

It wasn’t long before the receptionist approached us from behind the desk and informed us that they were ready for us. He motions us to follow him and we do.

The receptionist returns to behind the desk and programs a reader card to let us into our requested room. He faces us again and hands that card over with that same sickeningly bright smile. “I hope everything is to your standards.” He knows, though I do not know why I ever doubted it for a second.

Jimin nods and I follow his example of silence as he leads me down a hallway and to our room. Unlocking it with the given card, he lets me inside before shutting and locking the door behind us both. The space is small and not a room at all; it was an elevator.

Surveillance was full force as someone welcomed us to the store and instructed us not to touch anything as the decent began on its own. By my estimate, the level that we stopped at was one below the basement. The doors opened before us and we walked into a well-lit room, almost as big as a proper ballroom. Certainly, not as high but just a big in width and length. The rich vibe continued down here as well with the red walls and gold trimming on the walls and on the cabinets filled to the brim with guns and other equipment.

At the far end of the room, a man in a fitted suit stood relaxed in his posture. Not single strand of hair or muscle moved out of place as we approached him. “Welcome. Please take a look around at your leisure and feel free to ask any questions. We are here to assist.”  

Jimin jets off towards the far end of the room, firmly in the directions of some automatic handgun; they suited him. I had initially pegged him at a knife person, but then again he wanted efficiency more than any perceived bloodlust so I relented on my initial judgement. His steps were quick, barely holding on to the perception of calm, but he was like a child in a candy shop, no doubts about it.

Letting him satisfy his own curiosity, I turned to the tactical gear. I would worry about the boys later, getting their measurements from Jimin now would be impossible when he seems much more interested in the custom grips on an Italian classic.

Shopping for harnesses was ironically reminiscent to shopping for clothes; they were all on gold hangers and organized by size and prices. The boys (read: Big Hit) were paying for all this anyways so I’d take advantage of that; only I knew what was really needed for this.

Shifting through them all, I decided on one with multiple points of weight distribution that had multiple clip combinations so one could vary their support based on their preference or on the limits of rope. As I was looking, I felt a presence on my 6 or 7 o’clock; it was either Jimin or the attendant.

“Is this what you wanted the body measurements for?” Jimin.

“No,” I scoffed. “I needed that information to plant fake bodies when we all fail this and need to get the heck out of dodge.”

“The confidence you have in us is astounding.” He didn’t waste time is coming back for me with the same amount of sarcasm.

“I have as much confidence in you as I do in my own survival with the group of you.” Snatching the paper with the written measurements out of his hand, I didn’t bother to head his response as I pulled out different sizes of the same harness. They would cost a pretty penny, but you weren’t footing the bill.

“Take these to the table.” I was already searching for the ropes; something strong preferably suspension or paracord, but mountaineering might work.

“Do it yourself.”

“Like you know what we need for this. Just do what I ask and maybe my confidence that we’ll survive this increase by a tenth of a percent.”

“You’re difficult.”

“But I’m good and that’s what you really need right now isn’t it? Now go.”

Deciding on some dark colored SWAT rappelling rope in 200 feet lengths. It was double braided and would be more than enough to carry our weights at 9mm in diameter. However, ti was a hefty weight, but I’d leave that to the boys. Additionally, I picked up some paracord, just in the case of an emergency lashing or situation.

Next, some infrared googles. They were also a hefty price, but trusting the boys to already have their own, I waited until Jimin returned from his second trip from the far table to confirm. Given a OK, I think he had given up on arguing with me for the sake of it, I picked out some durable ones with a heat sensor attachment.

Last in terms of tacticals, would be body suits. These would go under our regular clothes, additional protection and heat without the bulk. Of course, some bullet proof clothes would be going on top, but still a good base is always necessary.

Now to the fun part, weapons.

Jimin had already beat me to it, having laid out some stuff that he wanted for himself or that he got at the request of the other boys. A computer chip, most likely for Yoongi, catches my eye. Having a computer for research and planning would be so much easier than having to piece together scraps of paper.

Grabbing a sleek laptop off the shelf, I added it to the ever-growing pile of supplies on the table under the raised eyebrow of Jimin. He reaches for it, but I smack his hand away and firmly state that “I like doing these things myself.” I hear no further argument.

Then comes the guns. Semi-automatics have a soft spot it my heart so I grab an all-American Hollywood classic, twin Desert Eagles, metal caps, and a spool of wrapping leather; custom grip can only be truly custom when you make them yourself. Snagging some holsters, I argue mentally between thighs and sides, before just getting both; no point wasting time. Then for knifes, I grab a classic butterfly, before grabbing some more practical Damascus hunting daggers that were lightweight so they could be thrown as well.

Nodding at Jimin, I let him take care of the payment as I continued to explore the room for anything else that we might like. Closer to the door, I see a locked cabinet with oddities that most would not look twice at; they sell information. A couple flash drives being bid off, probably filled with some military programs or governmental passwords. I wouldn’t put it pas them to have one or two automatic Trojans with a logic puzzle for those dolts that didn’t know how to use a computer. Then on the far side, something unexpected.

“They say that’s a charm from the Banshee herself.” Jimin, seemingly done with the purchase, came over towards the elevator as the store took care of sending our goods topside.

“The Banshee?” This was one I hadn’t heard before.

“Yeah. She’s an assassin with some sort of moral code apparently when she kills. And she takes or makes charms from each kill to remember them. Morbid, but then again anyone who’s that good ought to have a few screws lose to not go crazy.” He wasn’t wrong.

Even Master had told me it was odd when he saw the charms, but he got used to it. The box of filled bracelets I left with Master, the only thing of personal value that I really owned anymore so my wrists were naked and empty. Yet, the feeling never hit me until now, when I saw the only charm I ever lost (a round mosaic for a contemporary artist who also profited from fakes) for sale. The Banshee name had power and with power comes profit; the betting for the charm already past the million mark.  

“Don’t think to hard. You won’t ever meet her.” Jimin laughed, the kind that came from his belly and was not held back by propriety.

“And you have?” It was a good enough act, lovestruck youngster falling for a power girl he had never even met before.

“Nope. But I want to. Her story sounds interesting enough.” That was the most uncharacteristic thing I had ever heard come out of his mouth.

“Her story,” I snickered, my face trying very hard not to mock him with its expression. “A mafioso and an assassin on a coffee date. That sounds more like the first line of a joke.”

He didn’t respond, but looking back as he pushed me towards the elevator told me he was thinking. The cogs were turning either to make up a lie or to figure out how to put it in words.

“I want to know what made her this way. She is truly someone that does not care, and something must have happened to make her that way.” His voice was quiet and rippling under the surface I could hear some semblance of emotions from him. It was a change, and I let him talk. “Even you can agree with this; we didn’t just wake up one day and decided we wanted to be like this. We went through the ringer and decided that we never wanted to be that low ever again, so we went for the heights.”

“We braved the cliffs and grew wings.” Simple words, but with more meaning that even a full paragraph could hold. He simply nodded in response and the rest of the ride up was silent, each lost in our pasts.

The ride back to the apartment was no different, except for the back piled with our new supplies. Quiet and heavy, not even the driver disturbed us in our thoughts.

The boys were waiting for us when we went upstairs, all cleaned up and hair coiffed to perfection.

“How was it?” Namjoon, objective as ever wanting to make sure the boys hadn’t lost their biggest weapons source because the two of us butting heads.

“Uneventful.” Me, as I turned to the boxes.

“Normal.” Jimin, as he joined the boys on the couch.

“Did you bring us presents?” Taehyung, relaxed as always, stretching his legs on the coffee table as he watched me organize.

I put everything that I had bought for myself in one box, including my harness, a loop of SWAT rope, the extra paracord, and the body suit. The rest was laid out on the floor next to the boxes that Jimin had already organized the others’ stuff into, most likely at the store itself.  

“I bought all of you harnesses and new rope. I suggest getting used to wearing them around and working with the additional weight so break them in to your own comfort.”

Jungkook scoffed, “We have our own already.”

“Of course, you do. But do they have at least a 5-point weight distribution and at lest 10 hold holds for various roping combinations?”

He stayed silent.

“No? Then I suggest you break in the one I got for you or I won’t be responsible for you screwing this up for the rest of them. I didn’t bother holding back with him. Jungkook had started to get on my nerves. I was starting to get the feeling that no matter what I did, I would never get on his good side. I had reached a conclusion; it wasn’t me personally he hated, it was the idea of me; all fun and games when matched with his cold perfectionism. He thought I was stupid and infuriating, I thought the same of him; it worked out.

Walking back to my own room, I could practically hear Namjoon trying to figure out a plan to get me and Jungkook back on better terms. But that would have to wait for another day; I needed to get my stuff together.

Making it back to the relative haven of my room, I unpack and start customizing. First was the guns, taking the leather, I cover both handles in a primitive but more familiar imitation of custom grips, adding in the end the metal cap at the bottom of the grip because if you can’t shoot, you can at least swing. Sure, it does mess with the balance of the gun but you get used to it after a couple years of practice. Next, comes the computer. Booting up, I have never been more thankful for technology and resolve to ask someone to scan the document to upload, but after spending a couple hours with Jimin, I am ready to be alone.

Then again, when does the plan of the universe ever work in my favor? Just as I put away the rest of the gear, keeping the harness out to break in after I relax, I hear a knock on my door.

“Can I come in?” Taehyung. Lovely.

“Sure.” I didn’t bother to try to contain my annoyance, but this was Taehyung we were talking about; he was selectively blind, and deaf for that matter, to the world around him. He heard me say that he could come in but he somehow didn’t hear my annoyance.

He waltzed right in and seated himself on my bed as turned around from my desk. Glancing out the window, I could see the first signs of the evening clouding over the brightness of the day, so it was no surprise that he was dressed to go to work. Silk shirt unbuttoned just enough for anyone watching to get a peak of tanned skin tucked into tight denim. A lone silver chain hanging around his neck and thin rings of the same material making his fingers seem longer than you have ever thought was humanly possible.

Once again, he lounged. Looking back, you have never seen him as anything other than relaxed, except for that one time when you technically broke in so context matter with him. He didn’t even bother taking of his leather shoes which made you scowl.

“Any particular reason you’re hear or is it just to grind my gears?”

“Both, but mostly I have a question for you to answer for me.” He reached for his pocket and pulled out a swatch of white fabric that almost made my heart strop.

“A bandage? You want me to wrap something for you?” I didn’t let it bother me. The bandages I wore were a dime a dozen and he could have gotten it from any mom and pop medical store along the road.

“No I was wondering why you had these. If you’re hurt, that’s not good for any of us see?” Sitting up, he kept waving that bandage in front of me, taunting me like he knew all my secrets, but he didn’t.

“You went through my stuff?” Sighing, I relented. “Should have expect nothing less from a sneak thief. They are bandages for emergencies. I don’t trust for a second that Jungkook still doesn’t want to put a bullet between my eyes.”

“True. You and Jungkook really don’t get along. Though that is to be expected when the both of you have different ways of surviving.” Taehyung was smarter than you, and probably anyone else, gave him credit for. His mouth was working to distract while his eyes watched and learned from the people around him.

I didn’t respond, but I didn’t need to. Even Taehyung seemed to sense that our conversation was over as he left my room with some important parting word. “The most dangerous liars are the ones who give themselves to the lies, body, soul and heart.”

[chrysanthemumpink]

Before I really do something I regret, I should tell everyone why I’d never fuck with a white man ever again.

There is this guy who is into nature and for a while I played along. I used up all my glossier samples and everything. He’s also 6’3 which is the devil’s number. (To give an example of how cute this guy is, ge’s a bit older so he was an instructor the year rate my professor ended the hot chilli pepper. And he always got peppers)

Anyway, he asks if I want to go swimming and we’d have to hike in order to get to his location. “Don’t wear shoes you don’t mind getting wet,” he said. I put on my cutest most thot worthy swim wear and that stanky ass Replica Perfume titled “woodstock.” (It smells like cigerettes and grass). He picks me up because like a dumb ass I let him and he pulls over to the side of the highway.

what the fuck?

And he’s like, “this way.” We walk twoards a highway bridge, one of those ones with a lake underneath. This idiot LIFTS a loose highway bar and climbs underneath it, talking about some “come on. Before a car tries to cross the bridge.” I follow him down a muddy, rocky hill and INTO THE DIRTY HIGHWAY LAKE AT THE BOTTOM. We take off out shoes and start wading in this ugly wateR because “the spot he likes” is still a short “hike” over. “But the water’s not that high.”

Bull Shit.

I am 4’10 and he is 6’3. I cannot swim. And the thing about lakes is that they are full of algae. It’s green and disgusting, and the worst part is that it’s slippery. So his 6’3 ass is just walking, meanwhile, I’m about to drown. The rocks feel sharp on my feet and I kept slipping! “Is this what I get for making out with white men,” I thought to myself. “Am I gonna drown in a dirty lake beneath the highway.”

It did get kind of dangerous at one point so I rode on his back halfway there. That would have been sexy but at this point I hated him. I’m in a lake, my thot outfit is covered in dirt, AND MY HAIR HAS LAKE WATER IN IT. I wasn’t even planning on swimming, let alone lake surfing.

We get to his spot and I am done. D. O. N. E. I shut down and lament. Like my ancestors waded through water to run away from white people. They did that so I didn’t have to and here I am, getting back in the dirty water tryna follow a white man. This is not hot girl shit, it’s not even city girl shit. Meg the Stallion would be ashamed. And yall. He told me liked to do yoga in “these parts of the woods,” and do so “naked.” Nigga back tf up. Inside im pissed but I stay positive and let him do his swimming. Eventually I tell him we have to leave.

My hair had lake water in it. It needed URGENT care. So we wade BACK through the water and I make him take me to the black owned beauty supply store. It was literally so embarrasing because I walk in looking like a swamp demon. Thia older lady was like, “Girl are you OKAY? You gOoD?!” Of course my awnswer is NO! But I need shampoo, conditioner, and a hair treatment, posibly some scalp care. And I need it STAT. A cashier was like “what brand”. I literally said “Idk. but it’s red and gold.” But she takes me to an isle and is like “this it?”

It was most definetly it. She takes the shampoo, conditioner, and moisturizer to the cash register because I probably shouldnt be touching anything. He takes me to bojanglez before dropping me off. BUT FUCK A CHICKEN DINNER. I took the food but I couldnt even eat it until I showered, washed and condiotened my hair, deep cleansed my skin, and put on a foot mask. (I was not getting foot caluses because of this!)

(My hair is fine now. But it had to air dry. Caring for natural hair is a difficult skill that I have poorly negleted so I don’t know what to do with it when I don’t have the heat of a flat iron. I’m also transitioning so I’ve got two different hair textures going on. I don’t get paid till Monday so I’m just wearing a head scarf untill the blessed hands of the african braiders can give me cornrows for $40. No. I don’t know how to cornrow myself)

But Im done with nature boys. Im done with white folks too. Because only white people will get out thier car and do yoga naked in the lake beneath a highway bridge.

[thestuckylibrary]

Im really in the mood for pre-war/wwii fics but i was hoping yall who run thia blog could give me some personal reccomendations? Like your personal favourites?

Check out our history, pre-TFA, and WWII tags. Also, here are some more fics. :)

The Diaries of Bucky Barnes by afterlifeoftheparty (complete | 15,208 | T )

“This young soldier was writing about war, but not only that. No, the most remarkable extracts from his diaries are the ones about emotions; those passages in which he writes about loss and pain and loyalty and love.”

When Bucky Barnes’ diaries are leaked in the 70s, reactions vary from one thing to another, even decades later.

Don’t Ask* by AnnaFugazzi (complete | 21,491 | M) *canonical character death

Captain America and Bucky Barnes were like brothers. Everyone knew that.

Kiss Me Hello by kehinki (complete | 5,611 | M )

Bucky and Steve take to kissing each other hello, goodbye, goodnight. It’s all very platonic until it isn’t.

Pianissimo by Odsbodkins (complete | 15,216 | E )

Steve and Bucky from the 30s to 1945. Inspired by an Avengerkink prompt about Steve and Bucky hiding their relationship.

Orders came for sailing by Ark (complete | 2,982 | E )

Bucky drops into the trench. It’s pitchy black, and he’s good; there’s no warning save the displacement of air. Steve is wedged into a sentry stance beneath the earth, on guard and half-awake, when he feels Bucky come in like wind.

“What’s the secret password?” stage-whispers Steve.

“It’s ‘fuck off.’” Bucky displaces more air, wending Steve-wards. “Didn’t wanna startle you. Hoped you were gettin’ some sleep. You don’t sleep enough, Steve.”

“Whose fault is that?” Steve says, smiling under the ground in the dark. “C’mere.”

asked and answered by surgicalstainless (complete | 5,914 | T )

“You should marry me, Bucky.”

“What?”

“You should marry me.” Steve said again. “Sister Eustace said that marriage is the purest form of love, and I love you more than anybody. So we should get married.”

Steve and Bucky. Five marriage proposals (and one time they didn’t have to ask).

All The Angels and The Saints by Speranza (complete | 48,740 | E ) 

In which Steve Rogers loses God and finds God and loses God, and also: Bucky.

Captain America Has a Fella by PR Zed (przed) (complete | 2,361 | G ) 

“Welcome to the USO,” the director tells Audrey. And with a handshake, she’s in.

Six month she’s been in New York, slinging hash in a diner and going to every audition she hears about. Now she’s finally got a job dancing. She’s ecstatic.

She’s not so sure about working with this Captain America guy, though.

Or how one showgirl finds out there’s more to Captain America than meets the eye.

ampersand by kaydeefalls (complete | 6,024 | T )

They’ve been steveandbucky since they were kids, but that ignores the parts of their lives that don’t wrap around each other, that never did. (Bucky needs to figure out who he is, just him, with or without Steve.)

You gotta know by MMXIII (complete | 1,830 | unrated ) 

After a long day Bucky’s frustrated about the way things are.

Count the Rings Around My Eyes by caughtinanocean (complete | 2,630 | T )

In the wake of his time with Arnim Zola, Bucky doesn’t trust anyone to tend his wounds—Steve, however, is not just anyone.

“I know it ain’t as nice as what you see in the mirror, Cap, but that’s not the sort of reaction a guy likes when he strips,” he quipped, face still covered by fabric that had once been white (before all the dried blood and sweat).

“Sorry, Buck.” Steve tossed the shirt out of the way. “Just, I know I owe you a lot of taking care of, but did you have to get it all outta the way in one go?”

it’s just a spark (but it’s enough) by paradis (complete | 1,038 | E ) 

James Buchanan Barnes is a thing of beauty.

He kisses Steve in 1937, 1942, and later in 2014, 2015, and the kisses are different, to match the difference in Bucky, but they still light Steve up, spread fire through his veins and make him needy and greedy.

Photo Booth by copperbadge (complete | 2,318 | T )

Seventy years ago, Steve and Bucky had their picture taken.

Memorabilia by ipoiledi (complete | 5,452 | E ) 

“You know,” says Buck, considering, “When I first shipped out, I realized pretty quick that all the guys had something from their girls back home. Letters, handkerchiefs, pictures … you gonna give me something to look at?”

Tête-à-tête* by Odsbodkins (complete | 7,555 | E ) *brief Bucky/OMC

The worst thing was, he wasn’t even getting laid.

No, the worst thing were the rumors.

Screw that. The worst was the homesickness. Or the food. Or the godawful uncomfortable groundsheets to sleep on. Or missing Steve so bad it felt like he was being punched in the chest if he let himself think about it.

There were a helluva lot of worst things.

Bucky Barnes in wartime.

Bad Becomes Worse by monicawoe (complete | 11,542 | M )

Good becomes great. Bad becomes worse.

Angsty Post-Zola Bucky and Steve. Really I just needed an excuse to write lots of sex in tents. With biting.