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Drabble game #83. “Just once.”

→ captainAmerica!Jk finale, part 1 here → 10k words, finally I think i’m over my writer’s block LOL this monster took me all night.

a/n: i know in the movies cap!am doesn’t have his own company like stark does, but let’s just deal. you know. it might oscillate between like a ceo!jk and captain!jk, but just assume that after avengers went popular or whatever, he built himself the same name and wealth for himself like stark did.

also rated, for….well….jungkook basically. this is pretty nasty LOL

It’s been weeks. Weeks since Jungkook barged into your apartment that one time and fucked you until you forgot your own name, breaking his rules about sleeping over and doing anything but sex.

Weeks since he left you confused and helplessly sore and even more in love with him. He left you empty, no calls or even a goodbye before he left while you were sleeping, not even a piece of clothing left behind to even prove he’d been over. The only evidence was on your own body, the full ache and throbbing of your core and the hickeys and bruises scattered over your chest and hips. And in your dreams you can still vaguely remember the pressure of his hands pressing yours down into the sheets and gripping your hips as he drilled into you, the growl of his voice demanding you to scream his name…dreams that had you waking up in a sweat and with arousal slicked between your legs.

Even in the office he doesn’t give you another glance than he does the other employees. Not even a curt nod, or a lingering look to indicate a deeper relationship.

Heck, he even treats Stark better than you, which is a lot saying he absolutely hates his guts and Taehyung Stark was the only person Jungkook would actually let get on his nerves.

The nations number one role model still had his weaknesses.

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Hero ‘V’ || kth

When Taehyung’s arch enemy turns up at his door, crying and vulnerable he does the thing any hero would do and invites them in.

wordcount: 1.5k

genre: fluff, superhero!au

The wind howled through the empty streets, rain steadily hammering against the windows and Taehyung had just emerged from his shower, thick steam dispersing into the cold air when there was an urgent knock on the door.

He tilted his head in confusion, rubbing his towel over his hair in an attempt at drying it before placing it over his shoulders, walking towards the front door hoping it was just a very late delivery.

But that wasn’t what was waiting for him outside, instead, he saw a shadowed figure hunched over and shaking, pulling what looked like a hoodie further down their face. Taehyung didn’t recognise the figure and just as he began to walk away he heard a slight sniffling followed by louder knocking.

You were outside his house, Kim Taehyung, or the Hero ‘V’ as you knew him, the man who was meant to be your arch-enemy but also was the only person you could think of to ask for help.

Taehyung opened the door, a nervous tight-lipped smile on his face before he crouched slowly so he could see your face, “what’s wrong love?” But it was when he finally recognised your features, that he took a few steps back in surprise, “is-is that you Quick Kill?”

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- ̗̀ Surge  ̖́-  [BTS - Superhero AU]

Title: Surge (The Ametrine Team)

Pairing: BTS x Reader [Platonic]

Word Count: 1.55k

Includes: Superhero!AU, powers, platonic OT7 x reader, and heaps of fluff!!

A/N: I absolutely loved writing this, so I hope you like it as much as I do!!

Living in the Ametrine tower with other superhumans was supposed to be like living with civil and mature adults, but to you...it felt more like dorming with seven teenagers who had powers.

The Ametrine team assembled together to protect Passerine City, a city that always seemed to find itself under threat or in danger. You and your teammates have saved the city countless of times before, but now people were starting to question heroes and superhumans. They started to forget that you were the ones who fought to save the city and began to look at the consequences of your actions. Always pointing fingers at the Superhumans for things that they couldn’t explain, blaming damage and destruction of the city on the Ametrine team even if they knew there would be no city left if it weren’t for you and your team. Heroicness was on the verge of being banned or supervised by the government - to be used like trained super dogs for the Police - and the Ametrine team wanted none of that.

You laid numerous folders containing files and photos onto the Arthur’s Table in the middle of the meeting room. You’d been assigned to redesign the Ametrine uniform to make the team look more “heroic” and try to make the people trust you again. Various concept photos of the new uniform were spread out on the oak table. You clutched the Ametrine Team files in your hand, each one containing a team member’s abilities, weaknesses and information. It was only logical to incorporate each member’s individual personality into their uniform.

Kim Seokjin (or his alias Epiphany) was the first file you opened. Quite frankly, his uniform was the easiest to design. Having telepathic abilities meant that not much was needed to be designed for his uniform physically. He would still have the black Ametrine color scheme for stealth and “Jin’s aesthetic reasons”. He would also have a band of vibranium, a sort of crown he wore around his head, that enhanced his telepathic abilities. The prototype was a bulky silver headband that weighed him down and squeezed his head. The new design was much lighter and thinner, like a minimalistic diadem that was black and silver to satisfy Jin’s aesthetic.

“I like it,” You heard Jin’s voice in your head say, “It looks good.”

You thanked the telepath in your head and continued working. As you drew out his uniform on your tablet, a rush of wind entered the room and sent your papers and files flying.

You rolled your eyes, “Jeon Jungkook, what did I tell you about running in my office?”

Jungkook - Gold Rush - was a speedster that just couldn’t slow down. He disappeared in a golden blur and in an instant, your files were back to where they were before. You thanked him and continued to design Jin’s uniform. Jungkook bounced on the balls of his feet and peeked over your shoulder.

“What are you doing, y/n?” He asked with wide eyes, “Is that Jin-hyung’s new uniform?”

“It is,” You said as you lifted up your tablet to show Jungkook, “Do you think it’s okay?”

Jungkook nodded feverishly, “It’s amazing, y/n!”

You let out a sigh, “Good because I was starting to think that you guys wouldn’t like the new designs.”

“We would never! You make the best designs and inventions for our team! I’m excited to see what you’ll design for me!” He beamed.

“I was actually going to start doing yours. Do you wanna help me?” You asked, reaching for Jungkook’s file.

“Of course!” He said happily, moving to sit in the chair next to you.

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Welcome To The Wild Side [1]

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A/N: So, after much consideration, I’ve decided to repost this story. I originally posted it back in January, and delete it soon after, but I recently discovered it in my BTS folder, read it over, and decided that I still really enjoy the idea–SO–here we are!! xD

Introducing, my superpower college AU–which will basically be crack, humor and drama. There will be no certain pairings (as of this point) and will most likely contain hints of OT7 (random pairings) x Reader.

Anyway! I’ve talked too much, I think, so let’s just get down to the good part :p And please note–I’m literally just writing this for fun. If you decided to stick along, I hope you enough, though <3

Genre: Superpowers + College AU

Rated: T

Words: 1,537

The world you know is quite an odd one. A person either lives normally or abnormally—you’re pretty sure there’s no in between. Not when super powers are involved, at least. Not when the boy that lives five doors down from you can run to class in a minute flat while you have to take a 15 minute trek across campus. Not when your professor graduated from Harvard in a year thanks to their ability to know every piece of information in the world without blinking.

They live abnormally—with an advantage.

And then…there’s you. You, who is part of the 2/3rds of the population that is born into a fairly-safe, powerless life.  You, who is forced to live life normally and within its set guidelines.

It’s really not as bad as one would think. Not having powers means not having enemies. Not having powers means not being discriminated against—you’re the majority, after all. Not having powers…well, actually, that’s about it. There are only subtle differences in the lifestyles of the “gifted” and “non-gifted”, and therefore you don’t find it very hard to live your life knowing your genetic make-up is uniform and nothing special.

You are nothing special.

Wow…what a shitty way to put it.

You laugh, lips quickly zipping shut soon after when the girl sitting a few seats away from you sends you a nasty look. Your lecture hall is packed, utterly quiet save the echoing sounds of pencil against paper and the occasional snore.

You can’t blame whoever it is for falling asleep honestly, because you’ve been day dreaming for the last half an hour anyway.

When the lecture finally ends another twenty minutes later, you leisurely pack your notebook into your bag and make for the door. A warm summer breeze greets you as you step out of the building, the sun staring you straight in the face as it slowly makes it’s descent towards the horizon. It’s already nearing dinner time, and while the other students around you split and make for the dining halls, you turn the opposite direct and head for home—or, rather, work.

Your life follows a schedule that goes uninterrupted for the most part: sleep, school, work. Throw in some food breaks in between and you’re good to go. It’s nothing exciting, but you find it fulfilling nonetheless, and that means it’s enough.

The door to your workplace chimes as you step through the entrance. Behind the counter your female manager greets you and you wave politely in reply, hurrying into the back of the café to grab your apron and work shirt from your locker.

You’ve been working at this café since you started college a year ago. Your managers—Ryeowook and Nana—are nice and pay you well (hallelujah!), plus the job is fairly easy, so everything works out well for you.

Your shift is until 9, and you work diligently the entire time, serving all of the after-hours businessmen and other college students that stop in for some chow and coffee. Everything goes smoothly, just like it always does. At 9, you clock out, wave goodbye to Nana with a smile, and start down the dark streets.

Not many people are out on a Tuesday night—even if it is summer. Midterms are approaching and this end of town isn’t known for partying anyway. That’s why you like it—not that you’re a party pooper! You slide into the occasional frat party, of course, but…it’s just not your style. This side of town is quiet and safe and—

“Help me!”

…apparently not that safe.

You’re in motion before your brain can catch up with your feet, your backpack bouncing heavily against your back as you bound up the block towards the sound of the cry. It was a woman yelling and you’re sure that it’s just some petty crime going on—a purse snatcher or something of the sort. That you can handle. It’s not too hard to kick a guy in the balls and run to safety, after all.

You got this.

Turning the corner, you hear more strangled cries and slow down, a chill creeping up your spine. Something…something doesn’t sound right.

However, you still don’t stop, creeping slowly along the front of a shop as the sounds get closer and closer. An ally nears you, and you peek your head around the corner, searching for the source of the cries. A little ways up the dark alley you spot a woman flat against the wall, a man standing a foot from her.

He’s not touching her, but she’s still letting out a strangled cry, the veins in her neck bulging as she throws her head back in pain. The woman’s mouth opens but no sounds come out, and you know that something terrible is going on here—something that is beyond your ability to stop—but your brain once again fails to communicate with your feet, and you step out into the open.

You only make it a few hurried steps forward before suddenly there’s a swift snapping sound—the woman’s eyes rolling back into her skull, her body promptly dropping to the ground. Her limbs sprawl out awkwardly against the pavement, bent at angles that you know humans can’t make, and you freeze.

She’s just been murdered—right in front of you. And now—

The man a few feet up the alley twists his head to look at you, eyes glowing blood red and piercing through the silence that stretches between you.

And now…some dude looking like he bought color contacts to cosplay Sasuke Uchiha is standing there looking ready to just about murder you too.

Christ.

Sneakers scraping against the asphalt, you take a tentative step backwards. His eyes narrow immediately, and before you can even begin to think of screaming and running away a force overtakes you.

Your limbs become stiff, pain shooting through your body as you struggle for air. You can feel your body shaking, trying to fight against the power he has over you, but you know you won’t prevail. You don’t have any powers—nothing is going to get you out of this.

You’re as good as dead.

Lungs screaming, body thrumming excruciatingly as all your muscles constrict, you finally manage to throw your head back and let loose a tortured yell. Your nervous system is starting to freak out, running into overdrive and ready to pull the plug at any moment. And then…everything stops.

There’s a sharp crack followed by boom—the sound of bricks crumbling to the ground.

You drop to the floor, your knees and palms digging into the gravel as you barely manage to save yourself from a face-full of cement. Your lungs are screaming in demand, your breaths quick and shallow as you brace yourself on your forearms, trying to get your head back on straight.

Your body is still aching from the man’s powers, but you’re alive. That’s the important part.

“Hey, you ok?”

Blinking in shock, you look up to find a male looking to be around your age knelt in front of you. He’s got styled black hair and dark eyes, his head cocked to the side innocently as he stares at you.

“I…what?” you question, pushing yourself so your seated on your knees. You look past him, eyes widening in shock when you see the man who had been hurting you earlier lying at the foot of a crater which had been knocked into the buildings wall.

“Heyyyy~,” a hand waves in front of your face, and you turn back to the boy yet again. He frowns.

“Are you ok, or what?”

“That motherfucker just used the goddamn force on me!” you yell instead, pointing a finger accusingly at the unmoving red-eyed male, and the boy blinks in shock. Then…he laughs.

“Oh man!” he cackles, gripping his gut as he falls onto one knee, his giggles echoing down the now-quiet alleyway. You watch him absolutely loose his shit, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and wonder because…wait, did…did this kid just punch your assailant into the wall? And cause the wall to dent under the impact?!

Finally, once the boy gets his breath back, he stands to his full height and smiles at you, offering a hand. You take it mindlessly, too distracted by his cute, bunny-like smile, and when he tugs you up you fly into him with shocking force.

“Oops,” he says somewhat sheepishly as you disconnect you face from his rock-solid chest. You send him a warning look, but don’t fully separate yourself from him, his hand still gripping yours tightly.

“…who are you?”

“Me?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “I’m Jungkook. What about you?”

“Y/N…”

“Y/N,” he repeats, testing your name on his tongue as his lips stretch into a grin. “Nice to meet you. I—”

Suddenly there’s the sound of a trash can being knocked over behind you and you both turn just in time to see your attacker scramble out the other end of the alleyway, disappearing from sight. Jungkook sighs.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, and, like I was saying,” he turns back and smiles again. “Looks like we’ll be seeing each other around from now on.”

Lucky Cat

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Kim Taehyung/Reader [F]

Genre: Superhero/Civilian, Miraculous Ladybug AU, Flirting, Bad puns, Tae = Chat Noir, It’s in France (duh)

Warning(s)?: Did you think I’d leave out the awful persona of Chloe Bourgeois? She’s here folks. 

Words: 2.6k

Summary: Taehyung grew up homeschooled his whole life until he finally broke away from his father’s iron grip in highschool.  Finally permitted a public education, he’s learned a lot of new things and met new people and of course, experienced the ever-blooming flower of romance.  Though, even as sheltered as he was he knew not to go blabbering off that he happened to be one-half of a pair of superheroes that Paris knew all too well. He knew to keep this secret all through high school as he started his college courses.  Not even able to tell you. 

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GALVANO ; the first war.

pairing ; winter soldier!40s!taehyung x reader (gender-neutral)

chapter summary ; falling in love with kim taehyung was surely a pleasant surprise, but never had you imagined your tiny friend, jungkook, to become the world’s first superhero.

words ; 19.3k

themes ; marvel au, superhero au, winter soldier au, 40s au, scifi, action, romance, angst, fluff, slowburn, drama

warnings / includes ; war/violence/death, mentions of n*zis, cursing, lots of angst ;-; i’m so sorry, jungkook is captain america in this fic and he’s a dumb fuck just like steve !!, this is a tae fic but jungkook is in it more i hate it here, irene is super cool, oc can’t catch a break honestly

a/n ; this chapter follows the movie captain america: the first avenger! upcoming chapters will follow the general mcu timeline !! this is also for @ficscafe​’s trope event, using trope number seven :D

series masterlist. series playlist. bucky barnes version.

The city streets smelled of smoke, heavy in your lungs and stinging in your eyes. It didn’t help that a car blew its gaseous exhaust into your face as it sped down the damp road, leaving you to turn over with a grimace while waving your hand over your face. Amidst your discomfort, there came the clattering of trash cans in the dark alleyway behind you, followed by a groan of pain.

Now, your ma always told you to stray away from danger. Keep your eyes straight and your feet marching along, she used to say with a stern tone.

You always had a hard time following directions.

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