#if it was Phil directing I also would’ve said there was a deeper meaning

[philsbrownquiff]

Also Dan was directing and if that means Dan was largely in charge then there is NO WAY there wasn’t a deeper meaning and we should absolutely continue analyzing

[delicatelyherdreams]

Seeing Stars

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You loved your soulmark but the problem was you could never find its twin. Only when a new guys shows up at work do you find any hope at finding the one. (Soulmate AU)

Warnings: language; partial nudity?

Word Count: 2346

“(y/n), I’d like to introduce you to—”

“Captain America!” you squealed, running forward to shake the man’s hand. “Oh my God, it is such an honor to actually meet you!”

Steve Rogers, the man himself there in the flesh, laughed boisterously. “It’s nice to meet you too. I hear you’re a sort of a big shot here.”

You flushed. “No, I’m really not. Coulson’s lying.”

Phil grinned from his spot besides Steve. “I am not. (y/n) here is one of our top field and undercover agents. If you ever need a job done, she’s your gal.” He turned to face the hero. “She’s currently stationed and living in the Avengers’ Tower, so I expect that you’ll be seeing a lot of her.”

You shrugged. “He probably will. I literally have no social life outside of work so I’ll be around.”

Steve chuckled. “Well, (y/n), I hope we’ll become fast friends.”

“Oh I’m counting on it,” you said, shooting him a cheeky grin. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some paperwork to finish up. It was nice to meet you, Steve.”

“And you.”

You spared him one last smile before turning on your heel to walk back to your office.

“Wait!” Steve called out suddenly from behind you.

You paused in your step and turned to look at him over your shoulder, a confused frown etched on your face. “What is it?”

His face was white and his eyes were glued on your right leg at the spot just behind your knee. “Wh-What is that?” he asked in a shuddering voice.

Your gaze flickered down to see what he was referring to and frowned. The only thing on your leg was a little mark, your soulmark to be precise, in the shape of a small blue star right behind your knee. “It’s my soulmark,” you responded simply before a teasing smirk crept across your lips. “Why? Do you or someone you know have its twin?” you teased lightly.

“I-I...” he stuttered before slowly closing his mouth. “No, I don’t.”

You shrugged, purposely annoying the little part of you whose hopes had just been dashed. “I figured so. But hey, give me a call if you ever find them!” You shot the captain one more smile before slipping back into your office and buckling in to do the daily work.

But, unbeknownst to you, Steve did know who had the small star’s twin. He hadn’t seen that mark in a long, long time, but it was painfully familiar to him. After all, his best friend had had the exact same blue star in the exact same place. But he had died over seventy years ago. How was Steve going to tell you that your soulmate was dead long before you were born?

The answer: he wasn’t. Instead, he was going to befriend you, get to know the woman his friend was supposed to be with, and help ease the pain of being alone. He too had lost his soulmate to time and bad luck, and he knew how bad it would hurt you to find out the one was dead.

And so, he chose to befriend you.

You both would go out for short coffee dates in the morning and late night McDonald’s runs at ten til midnight. You’d help him catch up on pop culture and what he’d missed by hosting Netflix marathons and he’d hold your hair back if you’d had just a little too much to drink at a club. You two grew really close in a relatively short amount of time. It even got to the point where you could finish each other’s sentences if you really tried.

You told him everything and he did the same with you.

So when his best friend from the 40′s made a miraculous reappearance and moved into Avengers’ Tower, you were the first he went to tell. 

Steve couldn’t believe it at first. Bucky was alive and (sorta) well, even after all this time. And with Bucky being alive, he knew that he would need to meet you, the girl whose mark matched his. He couldn’t tell you who you were to each other. No, he figured that that would be something the two of you needed to find out for yourselves, but he didn’t think it would hurt to give you both that little nudge in the right direction.

You were in your office on the tenth floor when Steve introduced you two. 

You were swamped with work, trying to catch up on some reports that had gone unfinished from your last few missions when you heard the faint knock on your door. “Come in!” you called, not even glancing up from your paperwork.

The door opened with a quiet click and two figures entered the room.

Steve smiled at you. “Heya, (y/n).”

You looked up at the familiar voice and grinned brightly. “Steven! To what do I owe the pleasure of your surprise visit?” you asked patronizingly. Your eyes wandered behind the super soldier towards the large man behind him who seemed to be trying to disappear into the wall behind him.

He was around Steve’s height, but the two couldn’t be any more different. Where Steve was blonde and had his hair closely cropped, the man had longer chocolate brown hair that hung just below his chin. Where Steve was somewhat tanned from his time out in the field, the man was pale with dark circles under his eyes. Where Steve was clean shaven, the man had the beginnings of a beard making its appearance in the form of stubble on his jaw. You had to admit that, in a rugged and mysterious kind of way, he was quite attractive.

“(y/n), I’d like you to meet my friend,” Steve said pulling the man forward by his upper arm. He swung him so he was standing in between you and your friend on broad display. “This is Bucky. Bucky, this is that friend I was telling you about, (y/n).”

Bucky’s blue eyes flickered slightly up towards you, their nervous gaze fluttering around your face. “It’s nice to meet you,” he said in a quiet and small voice.

You nodded in response, a smile covering your lips. “You too, Bucky. I can’t wait to get to know you better. Any friend of Steve’s is a friend of mine.”

A soft smile crossed his lips and he nodded his head. “

Over the next few months, you and Bucky grew closer much to both yours and Steve’s delight.

You found joy in Bucky’s company. Granted, it took you a little bit of time to bring him out of his shell, but when you did, you couldn’t be any more pleasantly surprised. The man was funny. Like, really funny. He always had a joke at the ready that was usually some form of an arm pun. You pretended to be annoyed by it, but really you found it endearing. He was also quite kind and attentive, nothing like how you had expected an ex-HYDRA assassin to be like. Slowly but surely the two of you grew close, much closer than you and Steve even.

But beneath the surface of your blossoming friendship, there was something else; something deeper. You didn’t even realize it was there until one fateful day when he had gotten seriously hurt on a mission.

Sitting there at his bedside, his hand encased in yours, you could feel your heart shattering at the thought of losing him. It was then, in the darkness of that hospital room, that you realized that there was a small but decent chance you had developed feelings for him.

And it was at that moment that you were faced with an impossible situation. In this world, a world where soulmates existed, dating was almost unnecessary. People just waited around for their soulmate to appear and then the two would be together for life. Bucky had to have a soulmate out there somewhere, and he belonged with her. You couldn’t imagine dating somebody else’s soulmate and stealing that away from them. You’d be angry if someone dated your soulmate and so you refused to do that to anybody else.

You couldn’t help the way you were feeling, but you could stifle it. From that day on, you vowed to be his friend and his friend only.

And so friends you were.

When he got out of the hospital you found yourselves over in each others’ apartments in the tower quite often. Some days you’d come home from work to see him sitting on your bed with a book and others he’d find you lying in the middle of his floor fast asleep.

That day, it was his turn to find you in his room.

You didn’t even bother to knock as you barged into his room. “Buckyyyyy,” you whined as you entered. “Steve’s being mean again and I—” Your voice caught in the back of your throat as you saw him.

He had his back turned to you and he was wet. His damp hair clung to the sides of his face as he looked back over his shoulder at you at you. Little beads of water covered his face and his bare torso. Down a little further, a towel was wrapped loosely and low on his hips, only just covering the goods completely. He was stark white and shocked and he had every right to be. After all, you had just walked in on him getting out of the shower.

You blanched. “Shit! Oh my God, Bucky! I’m sorry I didn’t—” You stopped short as your eyes trailed over his body, halting when they locked on a spot right behind his knee.

A spot where a tiny blue star sat; perfectly etched into his skin and painfully familiar.

His soulmark.

Your soulmark.

Your jaw slackened.

Bucky’s eyes were trained on your face as multiple emotions filled his features: shock, embarrassment, and concern being among the mixture. “(y/n)? You okay?” he asked in a surprisingly steady voice. You had to admire his calm demeanor. If you were in his position you would be a blushing and flustered mess..

Your eyes snapped up, losing their lock on his mark and you began to stutter unintelligibly. “I-I-I... Y-You! Star!”

He frowned. “What?” He scanned the look on your face and followed your gaze down to the spot on his knee. “Oh, that? S’nothing. Just my soulmark,” he said with a shrug.

Your eyes grew to the size of saucers as you sputtered. “Bucky!” you shouted, excitement creeping into your voice as you hiked up your pant leg and turned so he could see the matching mark printed on your skin. 

His eyes wandered down towards the area you were indicating, sparking with recognition at the sights of you identical mark. His face melted into shock. “No way...”

“Bucky!” you shouted again, glee seeping into your voice. You wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and hug him tightly, never letting go.

He stared at you dumbstruck. “Th-That’s not possible. She... You would’ve died years ago. I’m not...” he trailed off, his voice growing smaller in his disbelief.

“Bucky, we match,” you said as you let your excitement creep into your words. “You’re my soulmate! The marks don’t lie! I just can’t believe I didn’t realize it sooner. I should’ve known!” You were on the verge of laughter now, the joy of finding your soulmate getting to your head.

Bucky was still in a stunned silence, his eyes staring at your soulmark intensely.

You breathed a laugh. “So where do we go from here?”

That question seemed to snap him out of his daze and he looked up. “Um, well, the first step is for you to get out so I can get some clothes on,” he said, shifting his towel so it was a little higher up on his waist.

You felt the blood rush to your face as you remembered his severe lack of clothing. “O-Oh. Right. Well, I’ll just be waiting outside then.”

He laughed, the sound making your heart flutter and your stomach do somersaults. “You do that, (y/n).”

You quickly scampered out off his room and shut the door behind you. Leaning against the wall, you bit your lip in a smile and closed your eyes.

You found him. You never, in all your years of searching, thought you would, and the ecstasy running through your veins was overwhelming. You couldn’t describe the joy you were feeling right then. The man you had developed feelings for was the man you were meant to be with.

Moments later, the door opened and Bucky emerged fully clothed and dried. “(y/n)...” he said slowly, his voice hopeful but hesitant. 

“Bucky,” you responded. “Look, I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to be a part of, but I’ve been waiting to find you and now that I have I—”

“(y/n),” he said again cutting you off. He hung his head and his shoulders shook in silent laughter. “I never thought I’d actually have a soulmate to be with, especially after being kept the same for seventy years. I would’ve thought that my soulmate was dead for sure. And if not dead, she’d be old, married, and not able to be with me,” he said, bringing his gaze up to meet your eyes. “But, here you are.”

You chuckled. “Here I am.” You hesitated before reaching out and taking his hand. “And I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

He squeezed your hand back gently. “I’ve been looking for you too, and I’m so happy I’ve finally found you.”

You hummed as you smiled up at him. “Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” you asked as you looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes.

He chuckled. “Come here, doll,” he said opening his arms to embrace you.

You didn’t have to be told twice.

And it was that moment right there that began a beautiful relationship.

Bucky Barnes Taglist: @cauraphernelia​

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Requested by: @dragonborn791924 

[kurlykookster]

Forbidden Fruit: Part 20

Pairing- Yoongi x reader (ft all of BTS and some of Got7)

Type- Mystery, supernatural and angst here and there and i guess some fluff

Warnings- Swearing n’ stuff + violence and blood

Word count- 1,526

A/N- ooohhwaahhoooohhwaahhoooawaahhh.... Idk what’s wrong with me today. I seem excessively happy. This doesn't seem right for a teenager.

Yesterday I realised that I completely forgot about Gary and his brother Phil for like a week. Phil needed watering asap, but luckily Gary was still moist. But i’m a lil worried cause some of Gary’s leafs at the very base have rotted and made him a lil unbalanced. i steadied him with more soil, but I’m worried that it happened cause he’s too moist...

| Part 19 | Part 20 | Masterlist |

The tapping of a keyboard and the clicking of a mouse was the loudest noise in the building that night. Yoongi sat in the dark, only the light of the screen illuminated his fixated face as he worked away late in the night. He would’ve preferred to be asleep, but a delay on some of his orders set him back a few hours and gave him more time consuming work to do that night. The cooling fans in the computer buzzed and huffed as they tried their best to keep up as they pushed on into the hours which drowned out any nose coming from your sleeping body.

Tiredly, he rubbed at his eyes when they began to sting, and he released a laboured sigh as the night seemed to turn to morning while his work still seemed to be endless. A quick break felt necessary, so he leaned away from the computer screen and further into his chair as it tilted under the weight, but continued to support him. As he slouched in the seat, he used one of his limp hands to spin the chair around to the direction of the occupied bed where you rested. ‘Jealous’ would be the best word to describe how he felt. You were sound asleep while he was hard at work; it didn’t seem very fairly balanced.

Before he could spin the chair back around, the delicate sound of flapping paper caught his attention and stopped him. A drifting white form went past the corner of his eye and onto the ground. He looked down with scrunched brows as a single piece of paper rested on the floor straight in front of him after floating to that spot, however despite his confusion he still picked it up to get a better look at it.

‘I need to talk to you in my office in private.

-Jin

Ps. No, you’re not in trouble.’

As soon as he read it, the note automatically crumpled in on itself until nothing was left but air. You could say it was just like magic, because that’s exactly what it was.

Yoongi picked himself up and stretched his weak limbs as he reached forward to turn the screen off. The room was left in darkness as he slid his feet across the floorboards in an almost gliding motion until he reached the door and closed it behind him, but just before he did, he gave you a quick glance to make sure he didn’t wake you (which luckily he didn’t).

Knock knock. Yoongi softly tapped his knuckles against the wooden door, he waited a few seconds before letting himself in.

He looked around the dimly lit room in search of a living being. “Jin?” he whispered into the room, unsure of where to look. Quickly some noise arose as books shuffled and a hard knock on wood appeared which was followed by an ‘ow’ from whoever made the noise. Jin appeared from under a table while holding his hand against his head in discomfort.

“What did you wanna talk about?” Yoongi began, ignoring how Jin rubbed at his head after supposedly knocking into something under that table. He didn’t reply, but simply gestured with his hand to get him to sit down.

“It’s about Y/n. She told me some stuff today that I thought you’d want to hear.” He said as he sat himself down opposite the chair he gestured for Yoongi to take. Yoongi followed suit and sat himself without a word while he waited for Jin to continue.

“First of all, do you know anything about Y/n having a brother?” he started.

Yoongi paused before answering, his brain being too tired to come up with answers quickly. “Uh… I’m not sure; I couldn’t find much information about her. It’s just like when I first got cursed; practically everything about me got erased… Does she have a brother then?” he groggily answered.

“Hmm I see… Well while I was checking up on her I asked her if everything was ok, and she told me that she had a hallucination of her brother recently, and she also said that he died 7 years ago. I was wondering if you knew anything about this.” Jin continued in a hushed tone.

Yoongi sat deep in thought, mulling over the information Jin was feeding him. “7 years ago? Are you sure?” he asked. Jin nodded in response and Yoongi leaned forward so that his elbows rested on his knees and his chin lay in his palms while he stared into space. “Fuck…that’s when the crash happened...” He whispered to himself.

“The what?” Jin piqued, unsure of what Yoongi was on about.

“Nothing…” Questions flooded Yoongi’s mind as he pondered deeper, and all would probably go unanswered, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. This was pushing him at least a step closer to finding some answers. This definitely meant something, if you were hallucinating about your brother, that most likely died in that crash, then there’s clearly a link between it all. It couldn’t be a coincidence that this was all playing out like this. “Did she say anything else? When exactly did she hallucinate him?”

“She saw him a few nights into her stay here after she had a dream about something, I don’t know what the dream was about though cause she didn’t look like she wanted to share that with me.” Yoongi remained silent, he remembered coming into the room while you looked around as if you had seen a ghost.

“I think I know when that was. I was going into the room to see if she was awake and I could hear her talking to someone, but when I came in and looked around, there was no one there and she looked so lost.” Yoongi admitted. “Also…I was half asleep at the time so I thought I was mad… but I swear I heard someone else’s voice in the room talking to her too. But my brain might just be making things up at this point.” Jin listened intently, giving all his attention to the subject at hand.

“She seems to dream a lot yunno? Sometimes I hear her whispering to herself in her sleep and one time she even woke up crying. I’m kinda worried.” He added. “Could it be due to trauma or some shit? I’m not a psychologist so I wouldn’t know…”

“Well I’m not one either, so you’re asking the wrong person.” Jin breathed out. “I was wondering this earlier but I’m curious as to what happened to the brother…” He leaned back, stared up at the ceiling and laced his hands together.

Yoongi didn’t look up at him. His stare locked onto a random vial on a shelf to distract himself. The world didn’t want to give him a break. Eventually the silence beckoned unwanted thoughts to fill his mind. “Jin…. I did so much reckless shit in my life. So much shit that I’m gonna be stuck regretting for the rest of my life… And there’s nothing I can do about it.” He began breathlessly, needing a release from all the pent up emotions. “Whenever I think I find a way to fix things, suddenly it’s all shattered again and I realise just how fucking much I’ve fucked up and can’t undo.” He covered his hands over his face in attempts to hide all the weakness that was suddenly showing in him.

Jin was still staring up at the ceiling, but he was smiling. “We’ve all done stuff that we regret Yoongi, it’s part of growing up and it’s what makes us who we are today… so don’t try so hard to fix things that aren’t ready to be fixed, a solution will eventually appear when it’s time.”

“But I don’t like what I’ve become, and I want to change it so bad.” He sighed out with a low voice.

Jin’s expression loosened a little and showed some dejection. “So do you regret becoming part of our family?”

“What? No! I don’t mean it like that. This family is the only good thing that’s ever happened to me, and I don’t deserve it.”

Jin chuckled in response and smiled again. “I was just kidding, you do deserve us and we’re not the only good thing that happened to you. But if you really don’t like what you are right now, you’ve got your whole life to find your perfect self; after all, we are all still growing even until the day we die.”

“I don’t know how to argue with you Jin.” He uncovered his face once he calmed down and took in Jin’s meaningful advice. “Also what do you mean not the only good thing that’s happened? I’m sure I’d remember such an event.”

“Well, you seem to get on very well with Y/n~” He made kissy lips and winked at Yoongi while making heart shapes with his thumbs. “–you even seem happier lately too.”

Glucose got up without hesitation. “I’m going to bed. Bye.”

“Aww, are you gonna leave me and go sleep with Y/n now?” he pouted.

“No, the couch is comfier.”

A/n- Why does everything I write feel so small? And whoopsie daisy, it seems I accidentally went a little deep with Jins advice...