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I'll Always Come Back To You

➥ pairing: Yoongi x reader

➥ genre: fluff/angst

➥ word count: 1.3k

➥ warnings: none

➥ summary: You've been married with Yoongi for a little over a year and the honeymoon phase was ending, which terrified you. You're scared that Yoongi's love for you might fade away like people say, but Yoongi's got a different opinion on that.

a/n: I wrote a lot of this late last night, but I literally love fluff so much and ughhh Yoongi is a softie, I swear!

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With tear-filled eyes, you watch as the front door slams against the wood framing. Without a fight, you let the tears slide down your cheeks. You and Yoongi just had another fight. It wasn’t serious, but it was the bickering that you two seemed to be facing everyday that made you so frustrated, but more than anything, scared.

You and Yoongi have been married for a little over a year and you know what the adults say, the honeymoon phase ends. It was. The honeymoon phase was ending and you could see it. You were scared. Scared that once the honeymoon phase ends, you two wouldn’t love each other as much as you did months prior. You’ve heard so many people say that love wears off. You tend to not listen to any of that as you believe in eternal love, but you couldn’t help but to worry as to what Yoongi may think about it. You questioned so many things and you thought long and hard about them everyday. Will he love you the same? Will things change in the upcoming months? Will arguments be an everyday habit?

Sniffling and wiping away your tears, you shook your head, laughing at yourself, “Why are you crying over something so trivial, Y/n?”

Taking your phone from it’s resting spot on the counter, you unlock it and send Yoongi a simple, ‘I love you’ text.

It was a routine, even if you two bickered, you always sent him an ‘I love you text’ to assure him that you were both alright.

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You look at the time and decide that it was time to make dinner. Yoongi said he would be home by 6:00 so you are going to prepare dinner as you do every night. Tying your hair up into a bun, you put an apron on and begin to cook.

A couple hours later, the table was set and you are now just waiting for Yoongi to get home. Just in time, the door clicks open, revealing a tired Yoongi. He takes off his coat and walks to the table where you sit.

“I made dinner for you. Dig in,” You smile half-heartedly. The thoughts you had in the morning have been weighing on you all day making you more emotional than usual.

“You aren’t going to eat?” He questions with his eyebrow raised.

“I’m not hungry.” Your stomach shoots down your lie as it grumbles. You bite your lip, looking to the ground.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” He sets his chopsticks down on the table and looks up at you, giving you his undivided attention.

“Nothing, I’m just kind of tired so I want to go to sleep early. That’s all.” You were near to tears already and you don’t want him to see so you hurriedly walk to your bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Yoongi cocks his head to the side, clearly confused by your behavior. Now there were obvious signs that something was wrong. He stands from his chair and walks into your shared bedroom. There he sees you, tears streaming down your face, shocking him.

Carefully, he sits next to you on the bed and caresses your cheek with his thumbs, “Why are you crying, love? Don’t try lying. I’ll know right away.” It’s true. He’s kind of a lie detector with you. He always knew when you were lying.

As there is no point in hiding you, you decide to tell the truth even if it may embarrass you, “I’m so scared...” You admit in between soft sobs.

“What are you scared of?” He rubs your back in a comforting motion to soothe your crying self.

“What if our relationship changes? We always seem to be bickering these days. I don’t want our life to be like that. I want to be in the honeymoon phase the entire time we are married. I don’t want to fight. I’m so scared that what people say is true, that love dies off. I'm scared that your love for me will die off. You leave early and come back home late. I don’t get to see you often. I know that you have a very busy job and you love it and are determined and I completely understand and I admire you for that, but I never see you. I stay awake most nights waiting for you to come back but you can come home as late as 3 in the morning. I’m terrified that one of these days you are just going to get bored with me and decide to leave me. I know that we are committed to a long term relationship. I know and I want to forever keep that promise we made on our wedding day, but I can’t help but to have these thoughts.” You rant about everything you’re feeling. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. You sniffle and look at the now understanding Yoongi.

“Dummy…” Yoongi shakes his head, pursing his lips, “I love you, Y/n...You know that nothing in this world can take your hand from mine, right?” He holds your interlocked hands in front of your face. Leaning back on the bed, he pulls you with him so you are being cradled by him. Sighing, he looks into your eyes, “You know, I wish I could say that we won’t fight or bicker anymore, but that would be a lie. All couples have their arguments”

“I know…” You admit, looking down at the mattress.

“However, I can say that I will try to be a better man to you.” Stroking your hair with his fingers, he frowns, “Being so caught up in work, I didn’t know how much you were suffering from me being away. I somehow keep forgetting that It’s not just me anymore. I have a beautiful wife now who cares for me. We’ve had so many pointless arguments and I know it hasn’t only been affecting me. I’m so sorry for neglecting your feelings and making you doubt my love for you” He takes your hand in his own and kisses it, his lips lingering there for a few seconds.

“Can we please just wake up every morning to a hug and a kiss please?” Silently forgiving him, your lips tug up into a small smile.

“I think we can make that happen as long as we can do the same thing every night before we fall asleep.” He showcases his gummy smile and you were soon both laughing, holding each other close.

The laughter dies down after a few minutes and Yoongi looks at you straight in the eyes, making you do the same, “We will never change, Jagi. Sure, we are going to inevitably have some fights, maybe kick each other out of bed sometimes in the future. There will be days that we just won’t talk to each other because we are both too stubborn to apologize, but you know what will never change?” He pauses for a moment and takes a short breath, “My undying love for you will always be the same. Even if I leave the house out of anger, I will always come back the next day. Do you know why? Because not seeing you for even a day makes my heart yearn for you. I couldn’t live a life not having you around to give me surprise back hugs, cheek kisses, and sweet ‘I love you’ texts everyday.” He ends his passionate speech that displays the truth from his heart. It wasn’t easy for him to express his feelings, but when it comes to you, he will smother you with his heartfelt words.

“Yoongles…” A couple stray tears roll down your cheeks and you wipe them while sniffling, “I’m so sorry”

Guilt floods through your bones, but Yoongi just leans closer and kisses your nose, “My baby is such a dummy” He chuckles as he ruffles your hair up and you smile.

"I love you, Yoongi"

"I love you too, sweetie" He kisses the top of your head, "Goodnight"

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Mixing it up - Troublemaker! Min Yoongi X Reader - Part 1

Hey hey heyyyy! I’m back with a new series and I’m going to be honest with you guys, it’s similar to 7 Years in the sense that Yoongi is a ‘'Bad Boy’ but of course I won’t make anything the same, that wouldn’t be fun to read.

So would you believe this part has been sitting in my fics drafts since the beginning of this tumblr?

I hope you guys enjoy this story as much as enjoyed writing the first part and I’m sorry that I posted the preview so early because I know loads of you have been waiting for it to start. 💖 (This part turned out shorter than usual but don’t worry because it’s just the beginning!)

Let’s get on with it!

Preview Part 1 - Here Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 - Final

Most people would believe that by going to an all girls school, you would be a stuck-up bitchy individual who only cared about herself and although that described quite a few girls in your school, you were not included. You couldn’t be included in this group with your status. You were Y/F/N, the most envied girl in the school. It wasn’t due to your wealth because you weren’t among the students who were able to call their family first class citizens. It definitely wasn’t due to fame. It was merely because no matter how much one may try, it was nearly impossible to dislike you. You were often described as a simple natural beauty with a heartwarming smile and beautiful personality so many found it hard to find a reason to dislike you. These reasons led you to gaining the title of the purest student. Of course no one called you that straight to your face. That would be awkward.

“Suhyun, are we still going to the library later today?” You addressed the brunette girl who sat beside you in class. Geum Suhyun was your closest friend and you considered her family as you had been friends for years. She was always there to help you when you were feeling down or were going through a dilemma. She turned towards you and smiled, her dimples showing.

“Yep! Then later the sleepover at my house.” You nodded your head, returning her smile with one of your own.

“Ah! You’re so cute Y/N!” She proceeded to squeeze your cheeks and you slapped her hands away, sighing.

“I’m not an innocent child. Treat me normally please.” Suhyun just laughed and tilted her head at you. “Oh, I know you’re not as innocent as you look. You have a really bad temper so it’s scary when you’re angry.”

What Suhyun had said was true. Despite what people thought of you, they also knew about the rumours of your bad temper. Some chose to dismiss it whilst others kept their distance and you were glad as it avoided any trouble. Rumours ranged from having heated arguments with people to having full blown fights. You couldn’t say none of them were true because, contrary to popular belief, some of them were.

Your class’s teacher dismissed you and it was then you realised how much time you had spent lost in your thoughts. Standing up and gathering your things, you followed Suhyun out of class.

Making your way down the familiar streets of the city, you shared a light conversation with Suhyun. It was when the library was in sight that the cheerful atmosphere dispersed. A boys voice called out to both of you and you internally groaned.

“Hey there, baby.” Your sarcastic side surfaced and you placed a hand on your head, pretending to search for someone in the distance. After a few seconds, you turned towards the group of boys the voice had emerged from and shrugged your shoulders.

“Sorry, I couldn’t see your baby anywhere.” You were mentally patting your back at your quick thinking when Suhyun tugged on your arm and whispered to you.

“Y/N, what are you doing? Just ignore him, can’t you see that that’s Min Yoongi’s gang?” The name Min Yoongi rang a bell and it wasn’t until you actually took in his appearance that you realised who he was. Min Yoongi was a notorious school boy, kind of like you in a sense except it was for the wrong reasons. He was known to be all kinds of a trouble maker that swept girls off their feet, with his bad boy charm. He attended a mixed high school only 15 minutes from your own which allowed the students to terrorise the girls from your school on a weekly basis. Snapping out of your thoughts you glared at the smirking boy, obviously taking your staring as a compliment. Quite frankly, you couldn’t take him seriously, not with his mint coloured hair, multiple ear piercings and baby face.

In other words, you didn’t classify him or his friends as a threat.

“Wow. Didn’t think you had it in you princess.” The one who had addressed you chuckled to himself, taking a step forward. “My name is Kim Taehyung, but you can call me V.” You merely stared at him before you grabbed Suhyun’s hand, turned on your heel and walked towards the library.

“She’s cute.” That was the last thing said by Taehyung and you scrunched your nose in agitation. If you had bothered to give them a second glance, you would have noticed the intense stare coming from Yoongi.

Waking up at Suhyun’s house on Saturday morning, you discovered you were alone in her room. Trudging downstairs you spotted Suhyun sitting down eating breakfast, watching the news intently. When she had noticed your presence, she ushered you over and pointed at the television screen.

“That school Min Yoongi goes to was on fire yesterday after school. They’re investigating the cause.” You scoffed at the last sentence.

“If anything it was probably him. He’s practically out of control.” Suhyun nodded her head in agreement, taking another bite out of her cereal. “Yeah, but I feel sorry for them. I hope they find somewhere to study…”

You were not a heartless person so of course you felt the same. This time you nodded in agreement with Suhyun.

“Hopefully…”

You take back what you said.

Walking back into school on Monday, you received news you wish no one would ever have to receive. It effectively killed the positive mood you were in when you first entered the classroom.

“Wait, so half of their school is merging with ours? How does that even work?” Suhyun was deep in contemplation whilst you just glared at nothing in particular.

“Does that even matter? The real question is why us?” You knew the answer was obvious but you refused to accept the current situation. “Maybe because they are literally down the street from us?” You dropped your head onto the table and let out a hiss of pain at the harsh contact it made.

“Ah! Y/N be careful.” Suhyun bent her head to assess the damage you had done as you sighed. You couldn’t believe what kind of luck you had. This had to be Karma. What in gods name did you do in your last life to deserve this?

By the time lunch had rolled around it was the topic of everyone’s conversations. There were mixed opinions on the matter but the majority were, surprisingly, excited for this change. This is what happens when one attends an all girls school. They began to get desperate and if it was not for the fact that you had self respect, you were pretty sure you’d be too.

When your last lesson had finally came Suhyun had all but skipped to your desk.

“Let’s go out for bubble tea after school!” Suhyun’s energetic side had come to light as she bounced up and down, eyes gleaming. She knew bubble tea was your weakness. You cracked a small, innocent smile at her.

“You’re paying.”

She immediately stopped jumping and the gleam in her eyes disappeared. You had successfully killed her mood. You knew she would give in, bubble tea was her favourite too, after all.

“Fine… you’re paying next time though.” You shook hands to seal the deal just as your teacher began the final lesson of the day.

As soon as school had finished, you found yourself being dragged down the street by none other than Suhyun. She knew very well how busy the bubble tea café got after school and she refused to wait in line for more than 10 minutes.

When you had arrived, you quickly bought your drinks and sat on the stools by the window table. Making conversation for the whole time was what you had intended to do until you heard someone tap on the window. Looking out the window, you found none other than Min Yoongi staring back, a smirk plastered on his face.

You scowled at him and glanced at Suhyun who had confusion written in her face. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him leave and you let out a light sigh of relief. Your happiness was short lived, however, as a tap on your shoulder had you turning around, only to come face to face with Yoongi.

“Hey. It’s rude to ignore a friend.” A scoff escaped your lips. “Since when are we friends? I don’t ever recall having a conversation with you.” He rolled back on the balls of his feet and stuffed his hand into his pockets.

“Taehyung considers you his friend and any friend of his is a friend of mine.” You rolled your eyes in disbelief.

“Again, I don’t remember becoming friends with Taehyung.” He opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by his phone ringing. His eyebrows furrowed as he pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the Caller id. He returned his attention to you and began walking backwards, not breaking eye contact.

“See you in school tomorrow, ‘princess’.” He shot you a wink and left the café. You could only stare after him in irritation.

“Who does he think he’s calling princess? And ‘See me in school tomorrow?’” Suhyun’s giggle broke your train of thought and you whipped your head in her direction.

“What’s so funny?” She placed her head on the palm of her hand and studied you, slowly sipping her drink. “For a second, you two looked like a cute couple.” Needless to say, you ended up hitting your head off a table again except this time groaning In dread. That was something you definitely did not want to hear.

Your life was becoming interesting and you couldn’t tell if this was a good or bad thing.

Tomorrow you would be sharing a school with probably the worst teenagers in the city. You just prayed he wasn’t among them.

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i’m just glad you’re around ☼

summary: a sleep-deprived and beyond exhausted brain isn't the best at remembering things, like the weekly movie night hoseok has with his roommate every thursday. [ wc: 2k ]

pairing: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope x Min Yoongi | Suga // SOPE MY BELOVED

tw: none!

a/n: happy reverse bday gift from me to you! feedback appreciated, can send here or comment on ao3 <33

song pairing: every time around - vansire

-- ❝ read it here on ao3! ❞

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Masterlist

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Series!

Waste Away - pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9(END)

Dog Parents - pt.1 pt.2

LLGFFGC™️ - pt.1 pt.1.2 pt.1.3

Sweet Like Candy - pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10 pt.11 pt.12 pt.13 pt.14 pt.15 pt.16

Group Texts!

the stolen cake

you didn’t want to go to bed

it’s your birthday

you come out as bisexual

you’re afraid of dogs

they find out you and Taehyung are dating

they blame Jungkook for something they did

They are excited you’re visiting them

bts obsessing over your baby (dad!namjon)

bts obsessing over your child (dad!yoongi)

telling them yoongi proposed

Individual Texts:

Kim Seokjin!

Min Yoongi!

Jung Hoseok!

Kim Namjoon!

Park Jimin!

Kim Taehyung!

Jeon Jungkook!

Reactions!

reacting to their s/o starting to dance out of nowhere

reacting to their chubby s/o wearing a crop top for the first time

reacting to their s/o being an interpreter/translator at big hit

reacting to their s/o peeing with the door open

reacting to their s/o feeling like their mental illness is getting the best of them

Headcons!

boyfriend!namjoon

Writings!

Jeon Jungkook - A Letter

Park Jimin - Chopsticks

Jeon Jungkook - Movie Night

Park Jimin - Popular Kid

Min Yoongi - Too Much

Drabble Challenge!

0.1

Extras!

Mark (Got7) - you’re an idol

Rose (BlackPink) - you want ice cream but rosé is busy

Group Chat (BlackPink) - you’re a member of blackpink and you’re sick

Jungyeon (Twice) - daily texts with girlfriend

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When You saw Your Guy Best friend Who has a Crush on You and He’s Jealous

Title: When You saw Your Guy Best friend Who has a Crush on You and He’s Jealous [ Hyung Line ]

BTS Reaction # - 1 // 2

Member/s: BTS Hyung Line [ Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok ]

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍 남준

While the others were doing their thing, you were having fun on the water with Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok. Yoongi was sleeping on the sun lounger, Taehyung was chatting with old friends, and Namjoon, your fiancée, was reading a book next to Yoongi. “Oh Jimin, you’ll never catch me!” You screamed, sticking your tongue out, making him smirk. “Huh, you think so? What nonsense!” He said this as he began to swim in your direction. You became anxious and quickly went out on the water, bumping into a guy who seemed to be a staff member of the pool that the eight of you had reserved.

Keep reading

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Can we just please give Freddie Highmore a fucking round of applause?!

He's probs about eleven in Finding Neverland and showing more emotion than I see grown men convey

He plays this wee little British kid that is innocent and sweet and adorable and just marvels over the wonders of the Wonka factory

Then he's an American kid and both acts and voice acts and does amazingly at differentiating emotions in his tone in Arthur and the Invisibles

A year later and he's still going and being fab and super precious (it's been a long time since I've watched August Rush so I can't comment on it too much)

Bring on twin Freddie where he portrays two different characters as separate individuals, something I have seen older actors struggle with

(And then he had another five roles in the two years between The Spiderwick Chronicles and Toast that I haven't seen - crazy impressive numbers for a young actor!)

If you haven't seen Toast then all I can say is go and do it and just see what I think is the first true grown up Freddie character (and the story is ace)

Bates Motel. I mean, this was one of his darker roles and he did it absolute justice. Playing mental illness is difficult, and he did it fucking well! He quite literally played a young lad committing atrocities in the mindset of his mother trying to protecting himself with no recollection of the acts

And my most recent addiction: The Good Doctor. Holy fucking hell, he plays it so well! Autism I always think is a tricky one in terms of not being disrespectful of it, but his mannerisms, expressions, the tone he uses, it's all so impressive and typical of those whom I have met with autism. He seems to do it so tastefully

Obviously, this is in no way an exhaustive list of his works, and a quick wiki search will show how much more extensive his rap sheet is so far, and he doesn't appear to be stopping.

So, Freddie, well fucking done!

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“Scared of my own image, scared of my own immaturity Scared of my own ceiling, scared I’ll die of uncertainty Fear might be the death of me, fear leads to anxiety Don’t know what’s inside of me”

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They lowkey need to teach me their ways :)

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Freddie Highmore appreciation post

Unproblematic

British

Very calm and down to earth

An amazing actor

Was a child actor but didn't turn out crazy like some of them

Speaks Arabic

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Nocturne

Part 52 - Love makes you cheesy

It was supposed to be easy: confess your love for Park Jimin and spend the final moments of the year locked in his arms. Only one problem – he has a new girlfriend and now you need to save face. Good thing Yoongi is willing to play pretend. But how long until you catch feelings for the quiet music man?

Word count: 3.5k

December 28th - 11am

You were early to the airport, so you decided to wait inside rather than in the hire car. The car park was criminal in the amount they charged you for an hour, but it was a small price to pay to see your best friend again.

When you made your application, your only thought had been on healing. As time passed, you realised just what it meant to avoid going home. You missed spending your birthday with Jungkook and literally shoving cake in each other’s faces (a tradition you’ve had since you were kids). You missed Jin’s legendary birthday parties (yes, plural because the man did not just celebrate on one day but three). But mostly you just missed the ordinary days with your friends. The movie nights with Jungkook, the impromptu karaoke sessions with Jin, and listening to Namjoon’s rants about how the government were trying to spy on you.

You missed them.

It felt like years since you had seen any of your friends and the minutes seemed to drag by as you waited for the arrivals board to update with Hye-jin’s plane.

The waiting area was relatively busy, although that didn’t surprise you in the slightest. Airports were where people came to reconnect with family and friends, after all. But you couldn't help but survey the room with curiosity. You watched as couples hugged each other tightly, as grandparents met their grandchildren for the first time. You watched business professionals stalk through the area without a second glance, mind probably already focused on their next meeting. Or getting to their hotel room as quickly as possible and passing out.

No, what surprised you was the grand piano that sat by itself just a little bit away from Costa. It wasn’t often that places had features like that in the UK. The only other random piano you had found had been in the large shopping centre in Stratford, but even that had been cornered off to be used by a professional you had yet to encounter.

This grand piano, however, was open to the public. And it was beautiful; the black paint practically sparkling under the fluorescent lights like it was itching to be played. You smiled when you saw it, imagining Yoongi flexing his fingers as he asked you for a request with a small smile he always seemed to have when he was about to do something he thought you might like. You would have sat next to him, resting your head on his shoulder as you told him that you didn’t mind.

You shook the image from your mind and sighed. No matter how hard you tried, your thoughts always circled back to Yoongi. He was a permanent fixture in your brain, constantly looming at the edge of your thoughts to remind you of everything you had lost.

Part of you majorly regretted not going home for Christmas. You could have casually bumped into him, apologised and told him you didn’t mean the words you had written. You were confused because of the whole nature of the fake relationship but, with the distance and time, you realised that you loved him as a friend. It would have been a complete and utter lie, but you would have seen his face. You would have heard his husky voice and his shy little smile when he caught you looking at him. You would have seen the dusting of red that flecked his cheeks when you teased him and-

You weren’t avoiding Yoongi, you chanted to yourself. You weren’t hopelessly in love with a man who clearly didn’t love you back and the only reason why you were sat at Heathrow airport was to pick up your best friend and avoid your mother’s terrible cooking.

You were going to bring in the New Year at Jackson’s apartment with some of your new friends and your best friend. And next year, when you finally returned home, you were going to finally move on.

You felt a little bad when you had turned Jackson down, but he had been pretty understanding in the end. Jackson actually turned out to be a sweet guy, even going as far as offering to fly back home and teaching Yoongi a lesson about fake dating a girl and letting her fall in love. You had laughed and told him that the only lesson to be learnt had been well and truly taught - fake relationships were not a good idea in the first place.

It was easy with Jackson and you couldn't help but remember why you had had a crush on him in the first place all those years ago; he was easy going, friendly. The literal life of the party. But the spark just wasn't there for you. There was no undercurrent of electricity that sparked in the air between you when you were alone with him.

Despite your rejection, Jackson had taken it in his stride. Going out of his way to make sure that your friendship wasn't affected and made you appreciate him all the more. Especially when you had told Jackson you had invited Hye-jin to London for the New Year, he had made it clear that you weren’t to bail from his party because he lived right next to the London Eye and had the best view of the fireworks without dealing with the crowds. How could you say no to that? After all, it was something you had always wanted to do.

You knew he would get along with Hye-jin as if they had been friends since birth. It was a shame, really, that your heart still clung to Yoongi. You knew Hye-jin would have approved of Jackson's easy banter, and it certainly didn't hurt that he was easy on the eyes. It certainly would have made sense considering Yoongi didn't reciprocate your feelings.

You knew, despite Hye-jin’s insistence, that Yoongi had moved on. You had seen it with your own two eyes and his lack of response to your letter spoke volumes.

You sighed as you glanced at your phone. You had been waiting for nearly an hour for Hye-jin’s flight to come in. You knew her flight had landed thirty minutes before, and you struggled to remember exactly how long it took you to go through customs, but you were certain it had been relatively quickly. You grabbed your phone and sent Hye-jin a text.

YN - How long does it take to go through border control? Damn, I swear it didn’t take me this long…

Hye-jin - haha, about that…

YN - ????

YN - What’s that supposed to mean?

YN - Hye-jin, stop ignoring me. I can see you’ve read my messages!

You sat back in your chair as you worried your lip, your chest tightening slightly as you tried to figure out what Hye-jin had meant. She hadn’t seemed off when you discussed your plans. In fact, she had gone through great lengths to tell you everything she wanted to visit multiple times when you called. Could she have brought someone along? Oh god, if she brought Jin along with her, you were definitely going to banish them to a hotel. There was no way in hell that you were going to live with two sex maniacs.

Your phone vibrated in your hand.

HJ - So... I never got on the flight.

You froze, staring at your phone as if it had just grown a pair of legs and proceeded to dance an Irish jig on your thighs.

YN - What do you mean you never got on the flight?!?!?!?!

HJ - I mean, I gave the money I had saved to someone else.

You wracked your brain as you tried to figure out who was going to be walking out of baggage claim and find you sitting there waiting for them.

YN - Jungkook?

Whilst the thought brought a smile to your face, you still grimaced a little. You loved your twin. Honestly, you did. But you had spent 6 years sharing a room with him when you were little and it was not an experience you ever wanted to repeat for extended periods. Ever.

HJ - Nope. Guess again

YN - Hobi?

HJ - Incorrect again

HJ - He should be coming out the gate any moment now, but trust me when I say that I am the best friend ever!

Your heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t mean…

You locked your phone as a small surge of people started to leave baggage claim and you fought the urge to sink lower into your seat to avoid him. Well, that was if it were actually him.

Of course, it was him. You knew deep down there was nobody in the world Hye-jin wanted you to talk to more than Yoongi.

And you weren’t sure anymore if you wanted to see him.

You turned in your seat so your back was to baggage claim and placed your head in your hands.

What were you even going to say to him? Hey Yoongi, sorry for telling you I love you on a piece of paper before skipping town and planning to avoid you for the rest of eternity? It was real mature of me, but hey ho, it beat seeing you be happy with what’s her face.

God, your head hurt. All you wanted to do was go back to your apartment with your loud roommate and bury yourself under the covers for a good ten years before you faced Yoongi again. It was one thing thinking you would be ready to face him, quite another to be seconds away from seeing him.

But you couldn’t leave now. What if you stood up and the movement was what revealed you? Then what would you do? Squeak out an awkward hello before running back to the hire car?

Like that would work.

But staying meant that he was definitely going to see you.

Indecision seized your heart. You felt the area slowly vacate, the rumble of voices slowly dispersing towards their taxis and trains and continue on with their lives whilst you hid your face in the palm of your hands and pretended that you were anywhere else. There was no doubt in your mind that Yoongi had seen you already. Only a few voices lingered, talking casually about the sights they would see or where they would go once they reached home.

He had seen you, and clearly, he’d left without saying a word. You closed your eyes as a single tear rolled down your cheek. You were so stupid to believe that even for a second Yoongi would want to see you again.

You wiped your cheek as you sat up straight. You weren’t sure what you were going to say to Hye-jin, or if you were ever going to speak to her again, but you knew waiting at the airport to figure it out wasn’t the best idea. You needed to go home before security thought you had something other than a cardigan and a three-day-old bottle of Pepsi in your bag. You bent down to pick up the strap of your bag and froze at the sound of a piano chord breaking through the quiet. You left your strap on the floor as you turned your attention to the grand piano and the black-hooded person sat on its bench.

They played a higher chord than the first. Then a lower one. The person seemed to take a deep breath as you lost yours. And then they began to play, their fingers dancing delicately across the keys as they wove the sound of a song you hadn’t realised you’d engraved into your heart. You closed your eyes as you imagined him on stage in his suit. You remembered the way the song had made you feel, the way it had said so much without saying a word.

You stood, leaving your bag beside your seat as you slowly made your way towards him. You tried not to distract him as you approached but he turned towards you with a smile, like his body was wired to notice you. His gaze wandered your face as his fingers continued to play, slowly winding the song down towards its end. You searched his eyes, hoping to god that he felt the way you did.

The last chord rang out into the nearly empty room. The few people that had remained clapped politely, but they might as well have been clapping at a blank wall for the amount of attention you and Yoongi paid them.

“Hi,” you said softly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Yoongi rose from the stool. “Hi.” He smiled as he stepped towards you.

“I missed you,” you said at the same time he said, “I love you.”

“What?” he asked, a blush rising on his pale cheeks as he ducked his head slightly.

“I said I missed you.” You stepped towards him, biting your lip as you looked up at him. “Now what did you say?” you teased. You had heard him, despite the clash of your words. But you wanted to hear him say it again.

“I never got the chance to tell you.” He looked away from you as he scanned the room.

“The chance to tell me what?”

He looked at the floor as he replied, “The name of the song.”

Your heart dropped. “Oh.” That’s what he had meant. He wasn’t saying the words to you, just telling you the name of the song. Of course. How silly of you.

“Yeah. I couldn’t figure out what to name it and then on the flight over I realised.”

“It’s nice. It suits the song.” You nodded your head as you tried to keep your face looking like a supportive friend when, really, your heart was quietly breaking inside of you. Of course, he didn’t love you.

Yoongi frowned as he looked into your eyes. “I haven’t told you the name yet,” he whispered.

“You haven’t?”

“No.” He stepped forward. “You see, I started writing this song well over a year ago. Before I officially met you, actually.”

You closed your eyes, not sure if you wanted to hear him or not.

“It kept popping into my head, these three notes and I couldn’t get them out. Yet, every time I sat at the piano I couldn’t figure out where to take it. I was stuck with nowhere to go. Namjoon invited me out and initially, I said no. Then he mentioned that you were going to be there, so I changed my mind. I thought, maybe if I saw you away from the coffee shop then I could move on. Get the damn song out of my head.” He laughed bitterly as he shook his head. “If only I knew I would wind up kissing you and the song would lodge itself into my brain. I thought I fucked up that night, you know? When I kissed you?” He gazed into your eyes, searching for an answer to a question you weren’t sure was being asked. “I thought you were drunk and I took advantage of you because I’d only been thinking about kissing you for months and you didn’t even know my name.”

“I knew your name.” You whispered as you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers with his.

“I know.” He sighed. “But it didn’t stop me from feeling guilty. And then you wanted to bake me muffins and, even though you were in love with another guy, I thought that maybe I had a shot of getting to know you.” He stepped closer to you, bringing his free hand to graze your cheek for a moment before dropping it down to his side. “And I did. Do you know how hard it was to hang up on you when we talked? How hard it was to leave your apartment and go home? How hard it was to…” He looked away from you as the tears started to collect in the corner of his eyes. “I thought I’d lost you to him and I didn’t know what to do.”

“Yoongi…” You reached for his cheek, cupping it as he closed his eyes and leant into your palm.

“When I realised what was going on, I felt like an idiot. I wanted to apologise to you but I didn’t know what to say. That I was sorry for overreacting because I’m in love with you?”

Your breath caught in your throat as your hand slipped from his cheek.

He laughed mirthlessly. “Because that wasn’t insane.” He met your eyes again. “But I am.” He cupped your cheeks with both hands as he leant forward and rested his forehead against yours. He whispered, “I’m so desperately in love with you, YN.”

You wrapped your hands around his neck as you pulled him down to meet your lips, crashing your body against his.

“I love you too,” you whispered as you leant your forehead against his once more.

“YN,” Yoongi whispered.

“Yes?” You pulled away from him slightly, searching his eyes as you waited for him to answer.

“That’s the name of the song. I named the song after the woman who inspired it.”

“Me?”

“There was never anyone else.”

You stepped back slightly. “But I saw you.”

“What?”

“After your recital. I went to go and find you. I was going to tell you I was leaving and I saw you and that blonde girl.”

Yoongi relaxed and he laughed, “Rosie.”

“Am I missing something?” You resisted the urge to slap him. You weren’t crazy. You saw her kiss him, saw the way he looked at her.

“A little, yes.” He pressed his lips together in an attempt to suppress his laughter. “Rosie is a first-year photography student and, if you had stuck around a little longer, you would have seen her congratulate her girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Were you jealous?” Yoongi’s brow rose as he stepped towards you again, this time not concealing his smirk from you.

You slapped his arm. Hard. “Of course I was jealous, Yoongi. I thought what I felt for you was one-sided and that you had already moved on! I cried the entire flight because, despite everything, I missed you. I missed you so much that I cried myself to sleep for weeks.”

His smile dropped from his face as tears started to roll down your cheeks. You brushed them away harshly as you turned away from him slightly. You were embarrassed by your own admission. Especially now that he had told you the truth.

“If I could go back in time,” he stated quietly. “I wouldn’t have kissed you.”

“What?” You frowned as your eyes returned to his.

“I wouldn’t have kissed you. I would have taken you somewhere quiet and just… talked. I would have talked your ear off about anything. I would have got to know you, I would have asked you on a date. A real one. And I would have kissed you when I walked you to your door. I would go back in time and I would do it right. But I can’t and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t want you, because trust me. I did.”

“Yoongi…”

He kissed you. This time, he really kissed you. It wasn’t like he had something to prove like your first kiss. Or chaste like every kiss that followed. This time, he kissed you. He kissed you as if his life depended on it. His hand tangled into your hair as yours dragged down his firm chest. You didn’t care that people were watching you, that they were judging your shameless displays of affection. For the first time in your life, you didn’t care what they thought because you had Yoongi. And that was all that mattered.

You planted one last peck on his lips before pulling away slightly with a smile. “As thrilling as the airport is, there is a big old city beyond those doors that needs exploring.”

Yoongi hummed as he kissed you again. “Who needs a city when I have you?”

You laughed as you stepped away from him, shaking your head as you walked over to grab your bag from your seat. “Ew, love makes you cheesy.” You called.

Yoongi’s laughed joined yours as he followed you to your seat with his suitcase in one hand. The moment he was close enough to you, he let go of his suitcase and grabbed both of your hands and pulled you back to him. “What can I say, you make me feel cheesy.” He placed a line of kisses along your jaw before nuzzling into your neck.

“Seriously, you’re only here for a week and I plan to make good use of it.” You smiled as you placed one final kiss on his lips. “And we can’t do that here at the airport.”

Yoongi groaned. “Fine.” He rolled his eyes as he grabbed the handle from his suitcase once more. “Lead the way.”

You grinned as you laced your fingers with his. “Trust me Yoongi, you’ll love London.”

“As long as I’m with you, I’ll love anywhere.”

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AN: And there we have it, the last part to Nocturne. I hope it lived up to all of your expectations. I'm sorry there won't be an epilogue to Nocturne. I tried to write one, but nothing could live up to this final moment with YN and Yoongi and I didn't want to cheapen the moment by writing something I was less than satisfied with.

What I will do instead is answer any and all questions you have with complete honesty (after all, I have no spoilers left to hide!)

If you're not ready to say goodbye to the Nocturne world, I still have Hye-jin and Jin's story to come out. I'm still in the midst of editing it, but I will officially add it to my tag list now so if you want to read it just add yourself (unless you're on the permanent tag list. Then you have no choice in the matter lmao).

Once again, I want to say thank you for sticking with me and Nocturne over the last two years. You have no idea what it has meant to me to have so many of you invested in the story, even with the (unintentional) stops and starts to the story. It has been an honour ♥

If you're interested in the next SMAU, I'm hoping to start releasing parts in August, with the goal of releasing teasers at the end of the month.

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Hi, could make a boyfriend bucky where he is grumpy with a scowl on his face, so the reader, his girlfriend, start peppering his face with kisses to make him laugh.

Hundreds of Kisses

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 483

Summary: Bucky comes home grumpy....hangry maybe? Either way you fix him right up!

Author's Note: Thank you for this sweet request anon- I'm really loving this grumpy Bucky, especially when we get to make him smile! Hope you enjoy and you're having a nice day! HUGS! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Warnings: Grumpy Bucky, lots of kisses and fluff

Gif not mine: Credit to @unearthlydust for this beautiful one :) Thank you!

You hear Bucky come in and his heavy boots drop to the floor. When you finish putting the last of the clean laundry away you walk into the kitchen and watch him slam cabinets shut with a scowl on his face.

“Hi baby,” you say cautiously, wrapping your arms around him from behind.

He drops his head and places his hands over yours.

“Hi baby girl,” he whispers, bringing your fingers up to his lips.

You give him a tight squeeze before releasing him and sitting yourself on the island behind him.

“Are you looking for something Buck?” you ask as he continues to angrily search the cabinets.

“I don’t know,” he declares. “I’m hungry.”

“Is that why you’re grumpy?” you ask with a giggle.

He whirls around and stalks the three short feet to stand between your legs.

“I’m not grumpy,” he states plainly. “I’m hungry.”

You lift your eyebrows with a smile and grab the belt at his waist, pulling him as close as possible. Circling your arms around his neck, you lightly scratch your nails down the back of his neck and pull his lips down to yours.

The kiss is quick but you continue to trace his jaw with more kisses before sneaking one just below his ear. Your lips meet his again and this time you draw out the kiss, pulling away and winking when he pouts.

“Don’t worry,” you tell him, kissing the corner of his mouth, “I’m not done.”

You start on the other side, your lips pressing against every part of scruff that lines his cheeks and then working their way down his neck. His hands settle on either side of you, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter as he leans closer.

When you reach the spot just above his collarbone you start back up until your mouth covers his. This time his hands ghost up your arms until they reach the back of your neck and he tilts your head, deepening the kiss.

You only pull away to get some air and you find him smirking.

“Almost a smile,” you say with some sass.

“I think I need more,” he whines. “Definitely not enough.”

You peck his lips, now wide with a smile, and then pepper his cheeks with kisses, giggling when he starts to do the same. You stop him, taking his face in your hands and pressing your lips softly to his forehead then down his nose and across his cheeks before finishing at his lips.

When you pull away his eyes are closed and he’s smiling again.

“More, baby doll” he whispers, gathering you in his arms and carrying you to the couch.

You land with a plop and his body covers yours.

“I thought you were hungry,” you squeal when he attacks your neck with kisses.

“Mmmm, after. Dessert first,” he hums, bringing his lips back to yours.

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Bucky Barnes/Sebastian Stan Masterlist Part i

Welcome to the land of Sebastian Stan/Bucky Barnes Part i- I'll update this often as I find new stuff that I want more people to read :)

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Bucky/Sebastian Masterlist Part ii

KEY: Angst-☔️, Smut-🔥, Fluff-☀️, Crack/Comedy-🎭, In Progress-✏️, Complete-✅, Social Media AU-📱, Sebastian Stan- (SS), Bucky Barnes- (BB), Winter Soldier- (WS)

*Emojis in order of how prevalent each category is

One Shot

~Baby Fever by @buckyblues 🔥 (BB)

~Lose Control by @/buckyblues 🔥 (BB)

~No Touching by @/buckyblues 🔥 (BB)

~Love Me Harder by @celestialbarnes 🔥 (BB)

~Stay by @/celestialbarnes ☀️ (BB)

~Something New by @/celestialbarnes ☀️ (BB)

~Scripted by @/celestialbarnes 🔥 (SS)

~Friday Night Dates by @angrythingstarlight ☀️ (BB)

~Let Me Give You A Hand by @/angrythingstarlight ☀️ (BB)

~Bend and Break Me by @/angrythingstarlight 🔥 (BB)

~Can't Keep My Hands To Myself by @/angrythingstarlight ☀️ (BB)

~Girl of My Dreams by @/angrythingstarlight ☀️ (BB)

~Ride Me by @/angrythingstarlight 🔥 (BB)

~Storm by @marvel-diaries ☀️ (BB)

~A Winter Kind of Morning by @blackberrybucky ☔️☀️ (BB)

~Bucky Barnes in Love by @/blackberrybucky ☀️ (BB)

~Pretending Not To Feel Alone by @/backberrybucky ☀️ (BB)

~Eighth Wonder by @belladonnabarnes ☔️☀️ (BB)

~All Yours by @babyboibucky 🔥 (BB)

~Spilled Wine by @sunmoonandbucky ☀️☔️ (BB)

~Have You Seen Baby (ft Natasha Romanoff) by @/sunmoonandbucky 🔥 (BB)

~Blackbird's Lullaby by @blackvelvetbarnes ☀️☔️ (BB)

~Lose Control by @navybrat817 🔥 (BB)

~Practice Makes Purrfect by @/navybrat817 ☀️ (BB)

~It Ain't Yours by @/navybrat817 🔥 (BB)

~Perfection by @/navybrat817 🔥☀️ (BB)

~Here and Now by @/navybrat817 🔥 (BB)

~Ruined by @/navybrat817 🔥 (BB)

~Thrill by @/navybrat817 🔥 (BB)

~Lovestruck by @jobean12-blog 🔥☀️ (BB)

~Tangled by @/drabblewithfrannybarnes ☀️ (BB)

~Moon and Back by @/drabblewithfrannybarnes 🔥☀️ (BB)

~Lemme Deep Clean Your Hardrive Girl Part 1 / Part 2 by @/drabblewithfrannybarnes 🎭🔥☀️ (BB)

~Toys In The Attic by @sagechanoafterdark ☀️🎭 (BB)

~White Wolfs Call Podcast by @/sagechanoafterdark 🔥🎭 (BB)

~Peaches and Cream by @river-soul 🎭☀️ (BB)

~The Wedding date by @/river-soul 🎭🔥☀️ (BB)

~The Art of Self Defense Part 1 & Part 2 by @/river-soul 🎭🔥☀️ (BB)

~A Helping Paw by @/river-soul 🎭☀️ (BB)

~You Are The Wilderness by @/river-soul 🔥🎭 (BB)

~With Friends Like These by @/river-soul ☀️🎭 (BB)

~Icing, Cupcakes, And Confusion by @tuiccim ☀️ (BB)

~Touch Starved by @/tuiccim 🔥☀️ (BB)

~Surveillance Sucks by @/tuiccim 🔥☀️ (BB)

~Beauty by @nano--raptor ☀️🔥 (BB)

~Falling Into That Feeling by @/nano--raptor ☀️ (BB)

~Soldier Eyes by @/ nano--raptor 🔥 (WS)

~A Christmas To Remember by @saiyanprincessswanie ☀️🔥 (BB)

~Prank Wars by @tilltheendwilliwrite 🎭☔️☀️ (BB)

~Magic Hands by @/tilltheendwilliwrite 🔥☀️🎭 (BB)

~Everything by @/tilltheendwilliwrite 🔥☀️ (BB)

~Rules of Engagement by @amythedvdhoarder ☀️ (BB)

~Let's Take Five by @chrissquares 🔥☀️ (BB)

~Newfound Kink by @/chrissquares 🔥☀️ (BB)

~My Best Girl by @constantwriter85 ☀️🎭 (BB)

~A Little Old Fashioned by @gogolucky13 ☀️ (BB)

~Pretty Boy by @/gogolucky13 ☀️🎭 (BB)

~Twinkle Toes by @/gogolucky13 ☀️🎭 (BB)

~Clandestine & Harmony by @honeysucklesteve 🔥🎭☀️☔️ (BB)

~The Feeling's Mutual Part 1 & Part 2 by @/honeysucklesteve 🔥🎭☀️ (BB)

~Three A.M. & Five A.M. by @/honeysucklesteve 🔥☔️☀️ (BB)

~Swipe Right by @/honeysucklesteve 🎭☀️️ (BB)

~Nailed It: Tony Stark’s Greatest Matchmake by @imanuglywombat 🎭☀️️🔥 (BB)

~Rainstorm by @mypoisonedvine 🔥☀️☔️ (BB)

~Teacher's Pet by @nsfwsebbie 🔥 (BB)

~A Better Man by @nomadicpixel ☀️☔️ (BB)

~Some Of Them Want To Get Used By You by @peachyteague 🔥☀️☔️ (BB)

~She's Got The Look by @/peachyteague ☀️ (BB)

~Perfect by @/peachyteague ☀️ (BB)

~Jealousy And Dog Tags by @cloudystevie 🔥 (BB)

~Use Your Words by @punani 🔥☀️ (BB)

~Secret Girlfriend by @buckyhoney-library ☀️ (BB)

~Only You by @buckyhoney-library 🔥☀️🎭☔️ (SS)

~Flight 124 by @/buckyhoney-library 🔥 (SS)

~Eyes On You by @kleohoneyao3 🔥☀️ (BB)

~All Night & All Day ft. Loki by @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog 🔥☀️☔️ (BB)

AUs

~Text Me Masterlist by @soap-bubble-nebula ☀️📱✅ (BB)

~Adore You Masterlist by @/soap-bubble-nebula ☀️☔️✅ (BB)

~Polyonymous Masterlist by @/bubblebuckys ☀️☔️📱✅ (BB)

~Cinnamon Sugar Donuts Masterlist by @/drabblewithfrannybarnes ☀️☔️🔥✅ (BB)

~All Good Things Masterlist by @/sagechanoafterdark ☀️☔️✅ (BB)

~Strange Courting Rituals of Reformed Hydra Assassins by @/river-soul ☀️🔥🎭✅ (BB)

~Picking Up The Pieces Mini Series Part 1, Part 2, & Part 3 ☔️🔥☀️✅ (BB) by @/gogolucky

~Safe by @stargazingfangirl18 ☀️☔️✅ (BB)

~Nosy & Posey by @/afriendlyblackhottie ☀️🔥🎭✅ (BB)

Drabbles/Head Cannons

~Sugar Daddy Bucky Drabble by @/celestialbarnes 🔥 (BB)

~Sebastian Teasing During A Phone Call Drabble by @/celestialbarnes 🔥 (SS)

~Airplane Sex Drabble by @/celestialbarnes 🔥 (SS)

~Sweetest Dessert by @/chrissquares 🔥☀️ (BB)

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Loki Masterlist

Welcome to all things Loki - I'll update this often as I find new stuff that I want more people to read :)

**if an author's tag is @/username it's because they appear multiple times and tumblr only allows a proper tag like once before it breaks the post

Back to the information desk

KEY: Angst-☔️, Smut-🔥, Fluff-☀️, Crack/Comedy-🎭, In Progress-✏️, Complete-✅, Social Media AU-📱

*Emojis in order of how prevalent each category is

One Shots

~Crush Culture by @belladonnabarnes ☀️

~Conquest by @tuiccim ☀️

~Edges of A God by @/tuiccim 🔥☀️

~The Neighbors Will Here by @just-the-hiddles 🔥🎭

~Unwind by @stargazingfangirl18 ☀️🔥

~All Night & All Day ft Bucky Barnes by @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog 🔥☀️☔️

~All This Hassle, And What For? by @starshipsofstarlord 🎭☀️

~Precious Little Flower by @propertyofpoeandbucky ☀️🔥

~One Of Those Nights by @imaginedisish 🔥☀️☔️

~Commanding Loki (Just Kind Of Happens) by @/stanknotstark ☀️☔️🎭

~5 Times Loki Held Your Hand And One Time You Held His by @/stanknotstark ☀️

~Friends? by @/stanknotstark ☀️

~Grocery Shopping by @alohastyles-x ☀️

~Jotun! Loki shows you his true form for the first time by @tokoyamisstuff ☀️☔️

~Loki catches his s/o masturbating by @/tokoyamisstuff 🔥☀️

~Insecure Loki thinks you’re embarrassed of being his girlfriend by @/tokoyamisstuff

~Beast Inside by @/tokoyamisstuff 🔥☔️☀️

~First Date by @/tokoyamisstuff ☀️

~Chilling by @/tokoyamisstuff ☀️☔️

~This Is New for my by @/tokoyamisstuff ☀️☔️

~Sweets And Snuggles by @/tokoyamisstuff ☀️

~Ignored by @earlgreydream ☀️☔️

~Little Miss by @/earlgreydream ☀️🔥

~Regal by @/earlgreydream ☀️🔥

~Time For Us by @/earlgreydream ☔️☀️

~Pay Attention by @/earlgreydream ☀️

~Presidential Toy by @/earlgreydream 🔥

~Pregnant by @/earlgreydream ☀️

~Favor by @/earlgreydream 🔥☀️

~Pain by @/earlgreydream 🔥

AUs

~Nothing Yet

Drabbles/Head Canons

~Least Of His Worries by @stanknotstark ☔️☀️

~It's 3am I Must Be Lonely by @blackberrybucky ☀️

~Guys My Age Don't Know How To Treat Me by @/blackberrybucky 🔥

~Being Loki's S/O HC by @/tokoyamisstuff ☀️

~Slumber Party by @jobean12-blog ☀️

~Duckling by @/earlgreydream ☀️

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verglas- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: hydra, coldness, so many synonyms for cold. seriously so many about: prompt- bucky letting y/n warm her hands under his shirt a/n: verglas is basically cold lol

greenland was cold.

sure, new york got to low temperatures in the winter, but you would always be safely hidden in your room inside the compound, snuggled in a mountain of blankets and watching a movie with bucky by your side, wrapping you in him so as to not let any cool air in; or, you would be wrapped in various jackets as you trudged outside, leaning against your personal walking heater while he kept your hands warm and pressed kisses to your nose, making lovely hot sparks glimmer from head to toe and melt the chill off of your body like citronella wax dripping off of the long candles thor likes to place in candelabras.

however, your personal furnace is off doing avenger things just a short distance away from you, as you should be. you’re trying, though, you really are, but it’s just so cold and your fingers feel like they’re about to fall off, so you don’t bother actually using your fists, rather wrapping each person that runs at you in a vibrant purple that freezes them still. you scowl with each burst of energy, angry at everything- the way your boyfriend was literal feet from you, yet you couldn’t even hug him, even if you really needed it, that, and how damn piercing the icy air was, pricking at your skin even under all the layers, especially angry at the thought that you could be in bed right now, swaddled in fluffy blankets and swathed in bucky’s secure arms.

the image, so close you can feel the ghost of bucky’s skin pressing heat into yours, yet unbearably far, makes you huff, your breath visible in white puffs that drive you to subconsciously tighten the violet hold you have on the people you’re supposed to fight. you can already picture steve sighing, reminding you to use all of your abilities and not just the ones forced into you by the organization you’re fighting. you would snit with an annoyed exhale and remind him of how the frost of the frigid air stuck to you like fingerprints to a piece of tape, riddled in you like you couldn’t ever get rid of it.

until bucky came and thawed it away, of course.

there’s another agent coming at you, and you briefly forget about the other people you’re holding hostage, furrowing your brows and extending your arms towards the man, pushing him back with a blast of energy as the others drop to the floor. seeing some of them stand after a few silent seconds, you sigh, rubbing your hands together roughly, attempting to spark heat into your palms and stomping your foot in frustration, trapping all the the agents in a huge expelled plum swirl.

when you notice bucky dusting his hands off after socking a guy in the jaw and making him drop to the floor, you hum, small smile growing at the prospect of your very toasty boyfriend wrapping you in his embrace. the idea alone is enough to get you to render all the people in your hold unconscious. you walk over to one of them, a hasty look into his mind confirming the usb is kept in one of his pockets. you shake your head at how idiotic the whole organization is to believe a few weak guards with a drive “protected” by the pocket of their best- yet lousy- guard is enough to keep two of the best avengers away from what they are so desperately trying to keep from their hold.

you twirl it in your fingers, watching as it disappears into a billow of lilac. now stored safely within the confines of your magic, you turn to your boyfriend, already walking towards you with a demeanor that tells you he knows exactly what you want. “hey doll,” he murmurs, hands wrapping around your waist to pull you closer, “you okay?” his cerulean eyes scan your figure nonchalantly, almost like he’s checking you out, although you know it’s to confirm there isn’t a part of you that is even scratched.

you let yourself shiver when he’s finally close to you, catching his frown as he runs his hands up and down your arm. “c’mon, we still have to wait for cleanup,” he reminds. you sigh, putting your hands inside his pockets before you follow him close to the quinjet, away from the bodies that shield will be by to pick up later. “i’m cold,” you whine when bucky leans against the jet. he tilts his head at you slightly, encasing your hands in his and blowing through the little spaces between his fingers. you smile at him, biting your bottom lip. you press a kiss to the outside of his hands in thanks, but remove yours from his and tug at his shirt. “still cold,” you pout, and he sees right through you, identifying what it is you want immediately and thinning his eyes.

“please?” you implore, jutting out your lip and tugging on his fingers. bucky is normally unable to say no to you, but the way your eyes stare up at him, the mere thought of it seems impossible; he nods gently as a sign of consent that you squeal at. “oh, thank you, bucky,” you say, peppering kisses on his cheeks and nose. you tug at his gear, pushing it away enough to let your frozen hands crawl up his stomach. he flinches when your ice fingertips splay across his abdomen, “jeez, doll, you’re freezing,” he observes. you nod, “i know. that’s why you’re so good for me, you melt away all my verglas.”

bucky chuckles at your honest words, either getting accustomed to the glacial temperature of your hands or the heat of his body dissolving the frost of yours- like it always has. you drum your finger pads against the taut skin of his belly, sighing softly, “see? already working.”

the sweet sound of bucky’s laughter twinkles in your ears again, feeling his lips on your forehead and their movement as they whisper, “anytime you need it.”

and, yes, he thinks, he’ll warm you and your iced fingers up forever and always.

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creatures of habit || a best friend!bucky drabble

summary: Bucky is a creature of habit and when you say something unusual, he gets upset.

wordcount: 640

warnings: none ? bucky is a grumpy baby, reader and bucky are idiots in love but won’t say shit. this is maybe not good

Buck’s mind was reeling. It wasn’t uncommon for you to show up to his place after work—it was only a 10 minute walk and saved you from the stir-crazy feeling you get when you get home too early in the night. And honestly? He loves when you show up, partially because you were his best friend and partially because he was in love with you. It wasn’t uncommon for you to let yourself in with your own set of keys, kicking your shoes off with a “Hi baby, I’m here” as you sought him out.

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winterdumpling · 3 years

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five. topeka

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pairing: rockstar!bucky barnes x journalist!reader

summary: after a fight between steve and bucky breaks out during rehearsal, bucky walks out on the band and you follow him. while you're taking a walk through the streets of topeka, a group of fans recognizes him and invites the two of you to a house party.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: language, drinking, fluff (wow, finally!), angst, chaotic bucky, overwhelmed reader, a lot of feelings for just one night

author's note in the end!

“What’s up with you and Bucky?”

You were scribbling a piece of landscape on the corner of your notebook when you heard Scarlet’s slightly accented voice address you from her seat next to you. She had been quiet through the whole trip, knitting a blood red scarf with her delicate hands - you had no idea how she could concentrate like that inside a moving bus filled with men that behaved more like sugar high toddlers around her. Scarlet’s calm and inherent insight were some kind of magic.

“Um… Nothing, I think. Bucky is Bucky, you know. You know him.”

Your friend watches you splutter through her pink, heart-shaped glasses. Under her scrutinizing green eyes, you feel small, as if you were a child lying to their parents. Sighing, you put your worn out pencil down, and thought of what could say to avoid her question - only because you didn’t know what to say.

There wasn’t anything “up” with you and Bucky other than your initial, mutual dislike of each other, and the consequent animosity that followed. It wasn’t because you’d decided upon a truce and that you were on speaking terms now didn’t mean there was something up.

In your eyes, at least.

You started simple, throwing a question back at her. “Why do you ask?”

“You two seemed pretty cozy without the rest of us that night at the pool.” She’d stopped working with hands, letting her needles fall onto her lap. Her words had a hint of teasing, though her face remained serious. “And backstage in Arizona. It looked a little too up close and personal for two people who barely talked to each other not too long ago.”

“Fair.” You pointed. “He’s the one who came to me at the pool, I was just minding my own business. He was weirdly chatty that night. And yesterday… Bucky was concerned about something he told me and he didn’t want me to write about, so asked me not to, that’s all.”

“Are you going to?”

“Going to what?”

“Write what he asked you not to.” Scarlet threw back, chuckling, knowing you were averting the subject. It wasn’t pressuring, she was just teasing you - but something inside you stirred, agitated with the question.

Shrugging, you avoided her gaze. “I don’t know. I don’t think so…”

“So now you’re keeping his secrets?”

“I don’t keep anyone’s secrets. Just my own.”

That went out a little too fast, and a little too defensive. Though you were telling the truth about not keeping secrets - your place there wasn’t to hide anything, but expose it - you admit you were being too lenient with Bucky - someone who, as Scarlet had just said, you barely spoke with only a few days ago. You didn’t know if you could explain that, so you didn’t.

“Yeah.” She nodded slowly, looking away from you, smiling and picking up her knitting tools where she’d left them. “I can see that.”

Moving to shoulder her lightly, so as not to disturb her knitting, you let out a nervous laugh. “Stop!”

There was more to those three words than what was on the surface. You tried not to think about them as you stared at the blurred images running through your stained window for the rest of that morning.

Soundcheck, incredible as it may seem, was the most peaceful part of your days - usually, that was, until things changed in Topeka.

Topeka, Kansas, was a small town, and your second-to-last stop on The Howling Commandos’ national tour - their concert venue was also small, and during the band's rehearsal, you sat backstage alongside Peter, who was helping you sort through your notes and interviews - which were almost finished, with the exception of one dark-haired, bad tempered guitarist.

It was all you needed to wrap things up and go home, but Bucky seemed to be avoiding you anywhere you went since the incident in Santa Fe, and his little game of push and pull was getting on your nerves.

Not that Bucky didn't get on your nerves on a daily basis.

The brash and sudden sound of feedback echoed through the room, as fast as lightning, and you watched, stunned, as instruments were dropped and Steve raised his voice, settling his microphone back in the stand.

"Seriously? Do you really need to show off during fucking rehearsal?"

Steve wasn't one to raise his voice - his presence was commanding, as frontman that was practically his job, but he was also collected, the band's guiding hand, a steady force. Things were tense between him and Bucky, however, but you hadn't seen it explode until then.

"And by showing off," Bucky emphasizes with air quotations, sarcasm dripping in his every word, "you mean playing the song the right way?"

"That's not what I mean and you know it, Bucky."

As much as you, sadistically, liked seeing Bucky being told off, it hurt to see them fighting. There was no Steve without Bucky, and no Bucky without Steve - like Mick and Keith, Page and Plant - you couldn't conceive of them apart.

"You know what? No. I don't, Steve."

"We talked about this! You can’t just run off a song anyway you want, if you want to change something, you tell us. This isn’t your band, Bucky."

"Maybe I need to hear it again. Maybe I refused to listen the first time you tried to tell me how to play my own music."

Exasperated, Steve sighed, planting his feet in place in a defiant manner. His sky blue eyes turned to you, then. “I’m not saying anything in front of the goddamn writer.”

Before you even had the time to feel offended, Bucky interjected. “No, please. Anything you have to say, you can say in front of her.”

At the sight of Bucky’s open arms, not backing down from Steve’s stubborn threat, Scott stood from his place at the corner and intervened, putting himself in between the frontman and the guitarist, calling them out. “C’mon, break it up, let’s take five. Everyone out of the room for five minutes!”

Suddenly, your mismatched papers and post-it notes scattered over the amp you were sitting on got immensely more interesting. Your chin dropped as you kept your head low, trying to make yourself smaller and out of everyone’s gaze - you knew your presence was, at times, unwanted - but it was in times like this that you felt you were overstaying your welcome.

You liked the illusion of belonging, a little too much even. It was easy, pretending you were accepted, the reality of being an outsider was a lot harsher.

After gathering everything into your notebook, you noticed the room was empty - except for you, and a pacing Bucky.

It was an eerie atmosphere. The yellowing white paint chipping on the walls, the empty seat on Clint’s drum kit, the hushed voices on the corridor outside - you held onto the notebook, pressing it to your chest as some sort of shield, and braced yourself to make your way out.

“You!” A voice calling out startled you. Turning, you found Bucky, in clear distress, pointing at you, in the middle of the room. Likely sensing your confusion, he repeated himself. “Yeah, you. C’mon, let’s go.”

You stopped in your tracks, fazed. Bucky didn’t seem to care, grabbing his trusted, brown leather jacket from where it hung on the back of a chair and putting it on in a haste. Sudden movements and manic behavior weren’t usual for the smooth, quiet man you knew, until now. “Go… where?”

“Anywhere. Everywhere.” He sighed, running a hand over his wild hair. “Anywhere that’s not here.”

Contradicting your own best judgment you followed Bucky’s steps to the double doors - and when he sensed your uncertainty, he grabbed your hand, keeping it in a firm hold as the two of you made your through the small group gathered just outside of the entrance, guiding you away from the venue and into the street.

The strange comfort of Bucky’s calloused hand in yours was short lived - and if your skin still tingled after you let go, feeling all too empty at once, you did your best to ignore it.

Uncomfortable silence wasn’t uncommon between you and Bucky - and it’s not that you were shy to start a conversation, but you often didn’t know how to act around him. His volatile attitude and the fact that you didn’t know where you stood with him didn’t help. Still, seeing a tormented Bucky sit down at the curb, blank stare directed at the parked car on the other side of the street, your compassion spoke louder than your uncertainty.

When you joined him, sitting side by side, the fabric of his battered jeans touching the bare skin of your thigh - which made you wish you’d worn something a little longer that day - he looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

“I’m sorry about… whatever happened between you and Steve.” You started, offering him a kind smile. “It mustn’t be easy.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Bucky shook his head. “That’s showbiz for you, it’s all a fucking joke. Right now, I just wanna focus on what’s real. Real feelings, real people.” You had a feeling Bucky was more talking to himself more than anything, until he turned to you again. "You know, you know all about us and I don't know shit about you…" He questioned. "Tell me, what's your family like?"

"It's always been me, my mom and my sister. But, a few years ago, my sister felt that my mother’s overbearing ways were too intense, so she left for San Francisco with her boyfriend, Darryl, and became a stewardess. Plus, she left me all her albums, and she and mom won’t talk to each other.” You laughed at yourself, reminiscing. “I left for college, too, and now I only see her on holidays. I wonder if she’s lonely, but I don’t really miss home.”

Taking a deep breath after confessing it all, you laughed, again, this time in relief. "It's good to talk about that. Really good. But here I am telling secrets to the one guy you don't tell your secrets to."

“Don’t you dare use my words against me!” He teased, shouldering you lightly, lingering a little at your side, causing you to snort.

“Oh, please. That’s what I do best.”

“What am I going to do with you?” He mumbled, rolling his eyes.

As the mood lightened between you and Bucky, you watched a white van approach from your peripheral. The vehicle slowed down as it passed in front of you, and you could see a dark skinned girl behind the wheel, her long hair tied with a bandana, and, unexpectedly, she waved at you.

"Hey! You're Bucky, from The Howling Commandos!"

Smooth and used to the attention, Bucky stood up, a charming smile on his face. You stood along with him, feeling awkward, as if you weren’t supposed to be there. "Yeah, on my better days I'm Bucky, from the Howling Commandos." Bucky chuckles, and places a hand at the small of your back, pushing you a little forward. "And this is my journalist friend, Y/N Y/L/N."

"You wanna go to a party at my friend Thor's house? I know you're a big rockstar and all but you wanna hang with some good people tryna have a good time?" The other kids in the van cheered, calling Bucky to join.

“I, uh- I’m not sure if we should…”

“We’ll be there.”

You and Bucky spoke at the same time, and as you saw him nodding profusely in your direction, you knew you were up for a long night.

Watching Bucky Barnes, rising rockstar and virtuous guitarist, charm a bunch of college kids from Kansas, was something to behold.

It turned out, Thor was the girl’s boyfriend - Hilde, as she presented herself - and he had his parent’s house free for the weekend, which was why there was a huge party happening. There were trucks parked in the front yard, beer kegs spread through the yard, their backyard pool surrounded by people, and the inside of the house not doing that much better. Thunderous rock music bounced from the speakers placed in his parents’ living room. Following Bucky around all night, playing babysitter to a 30-something guitarist, wasn’t how you liked partying, but then, to be fair, you weren’t there to party.

Bucky, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. He smiled freely, telling his road stories to the curious boys and girls who would listen, crowding around him as any fan would - their eyes sparkled, not believing what they were seeing. You found it adorable - not the dazzled kids your age, but Bucky. Carefree and weightless, a beer in hand, dancing with a bunch of kids who didn’t want anything other than having fun with him.

That was the Bucky you wanted to have around, but you watched from the sidelines, knowing he wasn’t the one you could have.

You found him alone, later in the evening. Standing by the pool, blue eyes reflecting the swirling light. He’d shed off the jacket, flushed from the heat in his white henley. It was the most vulnerable you’d ever seen him - and not only because he was clearly drunk - smiling to himself, swinging the beer in his white plastic cup. As if he was just a guy you’d meet at a regular party - but Bucky Barnes wasn’t just any guy.

“Don’t you think we should… go back to the others? They must be worried about you.” You suggested, stepping in front of him. Speaking quietly, you tilted your head to look into his downward eyes.

“No. They can deal without me.” He stood his ground, downing the rest of the beer in his cup. “You can leave if you want to, I’ll be back when I feel like it.”

“No! No, I’ll… I’ll stay with you. I don’t think anyone wants me near right now.”

Bucky smiled, all teeth and danger. “Oh. See, I knew you liked me.”

“Hiding together at some college kids’ party doesn’t mean I like you.” Flustered, you crossed your arms as you argued.

“Yeah. That’s what you tell yourself, princess.”

A groan escaped your lips before you could suppress it. “I liked it better when you…”

“Wanna get in the pool?”

Bucky’s interruption had you taking a step back. You stared at him as if he’d grown a second head. “The pool? Bucky, we’re not even…”

“C’mon.” He stepped to meet you, suspiciously slow. “Don’t you ever have a little fun?”

“I have plenty of fun, thank you. And stop interrupting me!”

With each step forward from Bucky, you took a step back, avoiding the touch of his body, until you couldn’t, just one slip away from the water, and he placed both hands on each side of your waist. “C’mon... It’s just water, or are you afraid of getting a little wet?”

Just like that - in the middle of your weak protest, holding onto his bicep for dear life - Bucky managed to lift you up, just enough to jump, and in a very long, slow motion, second, you were falling in the water, holding onto Bucky, his arms still around your waist, and not letting go.

You spluttered as you resurfaced, trashing against him, soaked through and chest deep in dirty, pool water. Bucky laughed freely, steadying you. “Tell me you didn’t like that!”

“I can’t believe you!”

“Believe me, sweetheart.” His softened tone and close eye contact had you stopping in your tracks. He was too close, closer than you’d ever let him. The smirk on his pink lips draws your attention, and he must’ve had noticed it, because the next thing you felt were those same lips, closing into your open ones, in a light and, but the furthest from innocent, kiss. “The night has just started.”

You gasped in stunned silence, as you heard the noises of all the other people around the pool deciding it was as good a time as any to jump in as well, splashing and screaming all around you - but all you could see was him.

a/n: i'm gonna be honest here and say that i'm not sure about how this chapter turned out... but i really wanted to give you guys an update and i missed this story, so here we are! as always, reblogs and feedback are very welcome - i really want to know what you thought of this one.

sorry for the cliffhanger! i'll see you when i see you <3

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