Clothing company makes custom shirt for man with Cerebral Palsy. This is what he has to say:
I am the guy in this gif and I wanted to share a few thoughts on this gif and the feedback it has inspired. Though I am glad to see that this has hit most of you square in the feels, I think it is important to keep in mind that for myself and most people in my position, our disabilities are among the least interesting things about us. I am just a normal guy, who is about finish his master’s degree and start a career doing something I love. Now don’t get me wrong, these shirts kick some serious ass, for 5 years I have been trying different methods that allow me to put on a button up shirt on with minimal effort, and these are by far the best I have had. I am happy that the folks at Balani worked with me when I brought them the idea for a magnetic shirt a few months ago, mad props to them. I see a lot of you mention that my disability makes you realize how much you take for granted, but keep in mind that I too take a lot for granted. I often take for granted that I was raised by people who taught me not to use the challenges brought on by my CP as an excuse not to try my best. I take for granted the fact that I am able to afford a life without serious financial struggles, and this has allowed me to seek an education that will propel me through a life that makes any disability completely inconsequential. Just keep in mind, the things that make us all similar dwarf the fleeting and superficial things that make us stand out.
he stands in all his glory, laughing at something Chris Nolan said to him, a
glass of whisky in his hand and his arm around her waist. And all I could do
was stand here, from afar, watching them.
notice if you keep staring, darling.” Anne handed me a glass of champagne.
not staring. Just looking how wonderful they are together.” I could feel my
face turn red by the second.
darling, don’t try to fool yourself, I know you have feelings for him.” She
smiled lightly at me. “Actually, I always thought you’re going to be together.”
My smile faltered
and I looked at the floor. Silly Y/N, of course Anne knew. Apparently,
everybody did! The boys, Gemma, Lou and now Anne. Clearly, I am not very good
in hiding my feelings for my best friend. The guy who knows me better than
anyone and yet can’t realize how much I adore him.
Harry and I
have been friends since we were kids, really. Eventually we went separate ways:
He went out to become the biggest celebrity out there and I went to college. Even
though we lived in different worlds, we never stopped talking. We’re still best
friends even after all this time.
I love him.
But it wasn’t
always like this. When we’re younger, our parents used to tell us we would
eventually get married. We’re too perfect for each other, that’s something we
always knew, even though we didn’t have this types of feeling for each other.
It was in
my senior year of college that this said feelings started to show. I spent a
few weeks with him and the boys while they’re on tour and suddenly I started to
fall for my best friend. If you have seen any movie out there, you would think
that the feeling was mutual and we’re happily ever after. Not how things turned
out, I’m afraid to tell you. I spent 6 weeks trying to find a way to tell him
my feelings, even asked for the boys’ help, but when I was close to figure a
way out, he met her. And gosh, how much he adored her. Since the beginning!
that stupid line that said when you love someone, you gotta let them go and
find their happiness? His happiness was she and I couldn’t stand in the way of
that. Even though I knew I loved him more than she could ever love him, it was
time for me to set him free.
So I came
back. Came to the UK, finished college and found a job I actually like. My life
is all put together, as Harry likes to remind me. He’s right, my life is put
together, except for my love life. I tried so hard to get over him, to not have
feelings for him. I dated, I tried everything I could, but he was always there,
in the back of my mind, even when I met my ex-boyfriend, Daniel. We broke up a
few months later because he knew I had feelings for my best friend. Poor Dan,
such a nice guy and I couldn’t love him.
back home. And moved in with her, much to my dismay. They’re together for 3
years now and they don’t seem to be breaking up anytime soon. I’m not gonna
lie, I’ve thought about telling him, just to get it out of my chest, but I can’t.
I cannot ruin this for him. I would rather suffer in silence than ruin his
happiness and our friendship.
thought about telling him?” She asked me while we watched the couple from afar.
“I did.” I
whispered. “I just can’t. He’s happy, Anne. He deserves to be happy.”
“My son is
a fool, darling. He doesn’t know, but he does have feelings for you. A mother
always know and I’m telling you he does. But I understand your side, I just don’t
wanna see you both losing time with other people when you could be together!”
a laugh. Anne was always our biggest supporter, so it’s not a shock to me she
would rather me with her son than his actual girlfriend. The poor girl is not a
bad girl; she’s just not right for him.
get it how he can be such a morning person, always waking up at a 100%, telling
everyone ‘good morning’ in his raspy voice. She thinks its annoying, but the
truth is if he doesn’t do this, we’ll go back to sleep and miss his whole day.
She doesn’t get his obsession for good health, but if she just asked him about
it, she would understand he actually believes that those junk foods can kill
you slowly, and he can’t lose anyone in his life, so we all have to eat health
food. At least around him. She doesn’t understand how he can feel so down
after reading mean comments on the internet, because for her how could The
Harry Styles feel anything less than perfect?! He thinks he’s not worth it,
even though he truly does deserve everything good that ever happened to him. However,
he has insecurities, because by the end of the day, he is just Harry. And all
he really wants is cuddles and a few reassurance words that those people are
just mean people and are not telling the truth.
know him and a part of me thinks she just doesn’t want to. Yes, she knows what
he likes for breakfast, what calms him when his in a bad mood, but she doesn’t
know the little things I do.
if you think about it. He’s been with her for 3 years and she doesn’t get him.
Maybe that’s why when he needs someone, he runs to me. He runs to my house at 3
A.M just so he could talk about his bad day. She never saw him cry, because he
only cries when we’re alone and he can truly show his feelings. I’m the first
person he calls when something good or bad happens. I’m his emergence contact
in the hospital, I’m his safe place to go when he needs to just take a break. I’m
the one who could leave her whole life on hold, just to take care of him when
because even thought I am his person, I’m not his and he’s not mine. She has
him and I can’t truly express how much I wish that could be me.
nervous.” I pointed out to Anne.
about to ask you this… Do you know why? He’s been like this for a few weeks
now.” She looked deep in thought, trying to find a reason for her son odd behavior.
I was interrupted by Louis, who looked out of breath.
to stop him, he will make a terrible mistake, please Y/N, stop him!”
what’s going on? What are you talking about? Breathe, Lou.”
get it, he’ll…”
“Can I have
everyone’s attention, please?” Harry called out from the center of the room.
The party quickly died down, waiting for his speech. “I would like to thank you
all for coming to my Dunkirk party. It’s so nice to enjoy the movie’s success with
all of you, so thank you!”
around the room clapped and Louis was fussing by side. He looks nervous and I
couldn’t understand why.
know this is a special night for me and I wanted to be even more special. Lexa,
can you come here, darling?” He asked his girlfriend to join him and I could
already feel the tension growing around me. Anne, Louis, Niall, Liam, Lou and
Gemma surrounded me and we all were just waiting for something to happen. Anything.
been together for 3 years next week and I feel so blessed to have you by side.
I was smitten with you since the moment I saw you, you can ask Y/N for
confirmation.” Everybody laughed a little and I could feel a knot in my through
already. “So, in this special date for me and surrounded by friends and family,
I would like to ask you…” he got down on one knee. “Will you marry me?”
like that my world stopped. I couldn’t hear anything, but I could see her nod
and everyone clap for them. I think the boys were talking to me, but I could
barely understand what was happening.
He is hers.
She is his.
like that I realized that all these years loving him, taking care of him, weren’t
enough to make him fall for me. I was a silly girl who believed in the fairy
tale that everyone thought we would live. I loved him with everything in me, I
was always his but he was never mine.
like that I ran out of the party, leaving everyone – including the love of my
life – behind.
Find a comfy position, grab a tea and get ready to binge-read the heck out of these wonderful fics! At the beginning of the month I asked followers and stucky lovers on tumblr to send in their favourite Stucky fanfictions which had been written and completed in 2015. I cannot thank everyone who submitted their favs enough! This is the most EPIC list on this blog and it is all because of you guys! But enough rambling from me. Happy readings! And I wish everyone the very best in the New Year!
All fanfictions listed below are for the pairing Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes. There is no order to this list. Please read all tags and author notes before reading.
“It could be a relationship, it could not be. You can assume either until you see for sure the results.”
We all know those moments. Those moments when your family all gathers around you and asks “So, do you have a boyfriend yet?”. Bucky knows these moments all too well and, quite frankly, he’s sick to death of them. Unfortunately, being a 21 year old college student makes it harder for him to come up with excuses, and with Christmas coming up he needs to think of a way out fast. A chance encounter with a stranger through an old library textbook could just be the kind of miracle he needs to make it through the holidays with his last shreds of sanity intact.
Steve looks up and holds his blown black eyes. “Tell me how you want to fuck me.”
Bucky’s mouth drops open a little and his eyes roll. “Slow,” he slurs, his body is rocking back and forth with Steve’s touch, “So slow. So slow that you beg.” Bucky lifts his head again. He pushes his forehead to Steve’s and his voice dips, “So slow you start fucking yourself on it. And deep—” Bucky moans, biting his lip, “So fucking deep. Spread you open so I can get deeper. Make you come so hard you beg for more before your cock’s gone soft.”
Based on prompt: Pretend Boyfriends AU where one of their families is always wondering why they’re never in a relationship, so the other offers to pretend to be their boyfriend for some family event"
Basic Steps to Getting Yourself In a Pickle With Both Your Family and The Guy You’ve Secretly Crushed On For Five Years (A Guide):
STEP 1: After being perpetually single and constantly making up excuses to your family, give in and lie about having a boyfriend. STEP 2: Agree to bring said boyfriend to the family cottage for a week so he can be your date to your parents’ wedding anniversary party. STEP 3: Panic. STEP 4: Say ‘yes’ when your best friend and closet crush - who you’re convinced isn’t interested in you that way in the least - offers to be your pretend boyfriend. STEP 5: Try your best not to fall in love with them during the trip. STEP 6: Fail miserably.
He’s not the Asset. He’s not the Winter Soldier. But neither is he Bucky Barnes. With the help of Steve, Sam and the Avengers, James takes the long, slow road to recovery. Nothing is as easy as either of them thought it would be.
Steve Rogers has lived for entirely too long—long enough to see the world’s end. The heroes are gone, and the Earth is pushing what’s left of mankind towards the exit.
But when a makeshift team rises from the ashes, when a mysterious presence all but drags Steve there, he begins to think there may be hope yet. As they shoot for the stars one last time, Steve will get proof yet again that the future is nothing if not an echo of the past.
In which Bucky gets knocked out briefly during a mission, wakes up fine, and then spends a day enduring strange hints, clandestine looks, and cryptic texts from his friends. Steve will never let him live this one down.
Bucky didn’t even glance up from beating the trembling heavy bag to death. “You’re gonna tell me that being turned into the Red Room’s assassin and then Hydra’s fucking attack dog for seventy-whatever years wasn’t my fault and that Tony was talking crap and you can’t think of anyone more worthy to hold Mjölnir than me.”
“Well, you’re right,” Steve said, only barely surprised. “So why the hell are you still down here?”
The look Bucky threw him was too resigned for a glare. “Because we both know that’s bullshit.”
“[…] lesbians and gay men writing letters to their lovers and friends faced the special problem of wartime censorship. Military censors, of course, cut out all information that might aid the enemy, but this surveillance made it necessary for gay and lesbian correspondents to be careful not to expose their homosexuality. To get around this, gay men befriended sympathetic censors or tricked others by using campy phrases, signing a woman’s name (like Dixie or Daisy), or changing the gender of their friends. Sailors became WAVEs, boyfriends became WACs, Robert became Roberta. There must exist, hidden in closets and attics all over America, a huge literature of these World War II letters between lesbians and between gay men that would tell us even more about this important part of American history.” - Coming Out Under Fire: The History of Gay Men and Women In World War Two, by Allan Berube
“I didn’t know he did that,” Tony said. He knew Bucky liked tucking himself so far under Steve’s arm that it was like he was trying to climb into his armpit. But he’d always stayed upright, just kind of plastering himself against Steve’s side. This blanket thing was new.
“Seventy years of skin hunger,” Steve said. His voice was just as soft, but for a moment his eyes flickered hot with anger, bright as the candy-colored screen. “He was always tactile. Now, when things get…well, sometimes it helps. The contact.”
And it looked…nice, the two of them together like that: Comfortable. Familiar. Safe. Tony knew what a precarious, fragile thing it was, to feel safe in the middle of the night.
Steve took a few deep breaths. He wasn’t sure he could handle another minute with this monster. “And what about me? I’m an easy target, aren’t I? Why aren’t you killing me right now?”
The man frowned. He seemed confused as well. “I don’t want to.”
“Why did you bring me here if you won’t kill me?”
Another damn shrug. “Felt like it.”
“Oh, god,” Steve groaned. He had been taken to god-knew-where on the complete whim of a murderer. And he thought his life sucked before.
Steve’s life was normal enough. He had an average job and a crappy apartment. Boring, but he knew it could be worse. Unfortunately, it does become much worse for him when he encounters one of the most infamous serial killers in U.S. history and is swept up into his world. Steve must now do his best to survive and maintain his sanity, all the while trying to figure out what his captor really wants.
Following exposure of his past as the Winter Soldier, anonymous postings of explicit video footage, 63 charges of murder and the wrath of the Internet, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes finally steps into the limelight and tells his story to Zenat Patel of the New York Times.
Sometimes they’re just obnoxious to each other for the sake of being obnoxious. It must be some left over behavior from years of being in each other’s pockets. Playmates, schoolboys, roommates, army boys, lovers – there’s a lot of relationship in there. The others don’t even try to pretend they get it.
Steve Rogers is a struggling artist. It’s not as romantic as it sounds.
What Steve really wants is a job as a session musician. He can play enough instruments that he could make a decent amount of money doing it, but in New York there are just too many talented musicians and not enough jobs to go around. So he takes jobs in hipster bars, hotel lobbies, at weddings and bar mitzvahs and office parties.
If he gets one more request for Let it Go, he swears he’ll find it within himself to punch a child.
He lives in a tiny, shitty apartment with Sam, who was his sort-of-boyfriend for a few weeks until he decided Steve’s very domestic relationship goals weren’t for him. They’re still pretty much best friends, luckily for Steve, because when the regular pianist at Sam’s dance company runs away to Canada he’s recommended his roommate and got him the job before Steve even knows about it.
Dancers. Steve’s going to have to spend his days with dancers. Great.
They look nothing like what they used to. Time and life have completely changed them. But as they sit there in silence, eating two halves of one cupcake, letting Brooklyn remind there where they came from, and enjoying a sky full of stars… They are those same little boys, somewhere deep down. For just a second, you’d be able to see them again.
And Bucky thinks to himself that maybe it’s little moments like these – fleeting as they may be – that remind him why life is still worth living.
Steve operates a fruit & veg stand at a farmer’s market. Bucky keeps bees and has started up a honey shop just opposite. They’re failing to get along. Steve gets along a lot better with the anonymous friend he’s been writing letters to. In fact, he’s rapidly falling for him.
Steve lives in Stark Tower and doesn’t have much to do when he’s not going after Hydra strongholds. He attends charity events to make Pepper happy. He goes hiking with Sam. He hangs out with Clint in Bed-Stuy and watches Dog Cops. Sometimes Tony gives him super alcohol in a sippy cup. Sometimes he sees Bucky out of the corner of his eye and wonders if it’s real or if he’s starting to lose his mind.
Alternately, the one with terrible jokes, a foot chase through the Lower East Side, and a tiny little robot named Shitcan.
And maybe, maybe someday Bucky will have to tell Natalia exactly how fucking glad he is none of her attempts to set Steve up worked, and how it has nothing to do with jealousy and everything to do with how sex, sex that works, makes Steve’s walls drop like fucking water.
And how it’s hard to tell what’s worse, because if you know what you’re looking at you know how easy it would be to fuck him up and that makes him such an easy fucking target - but if you don’t, you might just do it by accident anyway.
There wasn’t anything left to salvage. That’s what Fury believed. It would have been a kindness to put him down.
When SHIELD finally releases Bucky from custody, he is not the man anyone expects him to be. The ruthlessness of the Winter Soldier is gone, replaced with a child-like wariness as he struggles to communicate his warped understanding of who he is and what was done to him. But with Hydra scrambling to regroup, SHIELD takes dangerous measures to secure Zola’s algorithm to use against them, and Steve is dragged back into battle, forced to weigh what’s best for Bucky against what’s best for the fate of the free world.
Then Bucky is abducted.
Steve races to recover his friend before the man who was Bucky is gone forever. When the rescue stalls, he starts to crumble under the weight of everything he has lost and everything the war has taken from him.
Meanwhile, Bucky confronts a terrible piece of ex-SHIELD tech that was in development long before Project Insight, but in order to survive, he must decide who he is going to be: the vulnerable Bucky Barnes or the indomitable Winter Soldier? It turns out there might not be as big a difference as everyone seems to think.
Sam meets Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes on a Thursday night, at a burlesque show, and how it happens is this:
It’s already late, later than he should be out on a weeknight, but the theme of the show was a super hero revue and there was no way he was gonna miss that. It’s loud in the venue, which is the back space of what probably used to be a warehouse right near the Gowanus Canal, and Sam’s already had a few. He’s up at the bar during the break, watching the act. He doesn’t hear someone say, “Behind!” so when he steps away from the bar, he smashes right into the guy who’d just done the Captain America routine up on stage, and knocks his drinks to the ground.
- Or, I wanted to see more stories that captured the weirdness and complexity of being queer, in your late 20s, and trying to date in Brooklyn - which is my life - so I wrote one. Takes place in the MCU.
Peggy Carter recruits Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes to fight against Baron Zemo, a man who desires the powers of the entity that has taken a liking to Steve Rogers. The Howling Commandos search Europe for artifacts with the mission to retrieve them before Zemo’s Secret Empire can, but the Baron is ruthless and patient, willing to play the long game.
As the world explodes into a war seeped in occult forces and lead by madmen, Bucky has to admit for his own peace of mind that he’s always loved Steve Rogers and would follow him into any kind of war, no matter how strange.
Steve Rogers doesn’t meet Bucky Barnes in the 1930’s. Instead, Steve meets him April 17th, 2012.
Well…sort of meets him.
In actuality, Bucky had almost hit him with his truck.
Or: The fic where millennial Bucky Barnes nearly runs over a freshly thawed national treasure, and what Steve Rogers did to adjust to modern NYC during those two weeks before the events of The Avengers.
"Where am I? Where is this?” and he was in Brooklyn, he was on a beach, the train was shaking around him. He was in the plane, ice splintering up onto the windshield. He was in a tank, tubes trailing from his face, from his groin. Christ, he was cold. There was still ice on his fingers. He was in the Grand Canyon. He was in Times Square. This couldn’t be Times Square. Where the hell was this? “Tell me! Where am I, who are you, where's—” —Bucky?
No one knows Steve Rogers is a witch until he nearly dies and accidentally creates a familiar to save himself. The familiar is part cat, part ghost, and shares Steve’s soul. His name is James Buchanan Barnes.
But little boys don’t have cat ears, claws, or tails, and they’re terrible at keeping secrets. To protect them, Sarah Rogers asks a witch to make Bucky seem human, and then enchant the boys to forget he’s not.
Steve and Bucky grow up inseparable, but they don’t talk about how they know when the other’s hurting, and Bucky never tells Steve about the urge to hunt he can barely control.
He’s terrified he’s a monster, and then the War comes and then Azzano, and Bucky finds out he’s right.
And then he falls, and Hydra finds him.
(“What are you?” Steve says.
“I don’t k-know.” James looks at his hand, the sharp, curving claws, then at Steve again. “D-do you know? You made me.”)
Catfish /ˈkatˌfiSH/ - A catfish is someone who pretends to be someone they’re not using Facebook or other social media to create false identities, particularly to pursue deceptive online romances.
Steve Rogers is a famous movie star, known for his role as Captain America. Bucky Barnes is a bored law student who drinks too much wine. Bucky gets on match.com to boost his confidence. What he doesn’t expect is a guy using Steve Rogers’ pictures on a dating profile. Bucky decides to mess with the guy. After all, what idiot uses Steve Rogers’ pictures on a dating site?
Not like it’s really him, right? Bucky may need more wine.
Steve and Bucky write each other during the war. With more than your usual inclusion of spam & jam sandwiches, chickens, radar-evasion devices, Dum Dum Dugan’s hat, and that dumb lunkhead who plays Captain America. Who’s that, Steve? Oh, just some guy I work with.
Title is a reference, in part, to this scene from The First Avenger–
Bucky: Why are you so keen to fight? There are so many important jobs. Steve: What am I gonna do? Collect scrap metal… Bucky: Yes! Steve Rogers: …in my little red wagon. Bucky: Why not?
Bucky sometimes caught himself thinking, about the war: is all of this happening because old men saw the raw life in young men and wanted to squelch it? It was the same thing he had thought in school. Running track. When he had worked in the crew building the World’s Fair Railroad. And especially when he got his draft letter: they want to crush us like a piece of tin on train tracks.
Begins at Kreischberg prison camp, continues after the rescue.
“Can’t offer you much right now,” Rogers had said with a sad twist to his mouth, “but there’s an old cabin needs fixing up, you’re welcome to camp out there and do whatever you want with it.” He laughed. “Maybe you can even teach my boy to use a hammer.”
The pastor’s seventeen year old son Steve is the last thing Bucky expects. He’s got a smart mouth, a nose for trouble, and a habit of seducing members of the football team. Bucky didn’t think he was looking for anything, but Steve ’s got his own ideas about what Bucky needs.
Steve Rogers. I haven’t thought about him in…God, at least ten years. Probably longer.“ “Who is he?” Sharon asks, and perches on the corner of his desk, hands folded in her lap. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Bucky clears his throat, tosses the sticky note onto the desk. “Steve was…my college boyfriend. We almost got married.”
It’s been fifteen years since Bucky Barnes left Steve Rogers standing in a New York airport and never saw him again. Those fifteen years have brought him wealth and stability; everything his lower middle class Brooklyn upbringing had not provided. He is happy. He doesn’t want for anything. He doesn’t need anything. That’s about to change.
Brooklyn 1918 to Brooklyn 2015: In which Steve questions his humanity, has a mid-twenties crisis (though he doesn’t call it that), makes friends, falls in love again, and slowly learns that he doesn’t need to live in the past to honour his memories.
This is a soulmates AU, written for bisexualstevenrogers to explore what this kind of universe would look like in the day-to-day—that is, the idea of soulmates against our actual world and histories—as well as what it might mean for someone like Steve or Bucky, who have had their bodies altered and subjected to someone else’s control. For them, I think, the idea of soulmates and soulmate tattoos—which direct you without your permission—can really highlight how much they struggle for their individuality and personal freedom (and to sort themselves out in the 21st-century).
barefootbucky: heyyy! sorry it took me so long to reply. hope you got the last few postcards i sent. ok so i’m in istanbul now and there’s a dirt cheap direct flight to dc. thinkin about stopping by for a bit. mind if i crash with you? the road is great and all but i think i need some time to recoup.
All Bucky wants is to get back to New York in time for his meeting, but his luck runs out when a blizzard traps him in D.C. It gets even worse when the guy looking like Bucky’s every dirty fantasy come to life catches him giggling at the erotic thrillers in the romance section of the airport bookstore.
Fury glared. “Fortunately, I am smart enough for the both of us and have created a narrow pathway of recovery. This option has a little bit of opportunity-cost, but I’m eighty-three percent sure that it’ll be worth it and it’ll work in the long run.” Nick paused, then amended, “Eighty-two percent.”
AKA A Fake Dating AU in which Steve and Bucky are famous.
The asset wears blue jeans, a t-shirt, a denim jacket. The asset wears one glove. The asset walks around the city. It feels as if it remembers something. It doesn’t know what it remembers. Perhaps it remembers everything.
After two days the insects crawling over the asset’s body become intolerable. The asset uses its metal arm to attempt to remove the insects from the meat arm. The results are not satisfactory.
“What the fuck are you doing, man?” says a pile of refuse.
Steve can’t help but be a little annoyed when Natasha signs him up for a cooking class - a couple’s cooking class. At least, he’s annoyed until he meets the instructor, who might just be the most attractive man Steve has ever laid eyes on.
Featuring chef!Bucky, bitterly single Steve, and their meddling friends.
Tired of being kept awake at night by a screaming baby, Bucky decides to take matters into his own hands. Mostly he wants a good night’s sleep, but what he gets is beautiful baby boy with big blue eyes, a lonely father trying to move on from tragedy, and a chance at a family he never expected to have.
Prompt: Oh god I live for Steve and Bucky acting like the 20somthing they are together, loving junk food, and doing stupid things (like the time they made a sex tape and mistakenly shared it with all the avengers… and by mistakenly I mean totally on purpose because Bucky’s probably a bit of an exhibitionist too, like “LOOK, LOOK AT MY BABYDOLL, ISN’T HE GORGEOUS? AND HE’S ALL MINE, NO YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM HAHAHA”)
Today, Peter was honest-to-god going to see Captain America himself up close, in person, and not from a rooftop or tiny crevice like a creepy stalker fanboy.
Even better, he was going to watch Steve Rogers make history by soldiering his beleaguered way through the most intensely awkward and honestly ridiculous press conference in the history of ever– jaw thrust out and spine ramrod straight. Trying hard to be polite and respectful in the face of adversity.
While a bunch of assholes with cameras and microphones shouted at him about Iron Man’s adolescent dick.
rated teen . 4k
Note: The entire series called “Workplace Hazards” was also submitted and can be found HERE on AO3.
Between Their Names by Sproings
What would a background check have turned up about Steven Grant Rogers?
Hopefully not the fact that Bucky could still remember the guy’s middle name. But certainly the fact that Steve and Bucky (and Jesus how their names still flowed together in his head) had spent three years living on the same street, going to the same school.
And now they were strangers.
AKA The one where Steve teaches a knitting class, and Bucky hides in a tree, and there’s a cat named Peepers
“This is a serious coup, James. Steve Rogers has never sat down with a member of the press and given an interview. Ever. Do you know how rare that is for the fourth-string star on a cable reality show, much less the biggest movie star in the world?”
Even below the layers of armor and muscle, Steve feels the bite of the cold. It’s not quite as intense or racking as it used to be back when his body was thin and offered little to protect him from the elements, but it’s present and pulling and unpleasant. It’s high on his list of immediate concerns, though not for himself. The numbness brings him back to the last time he was in Russia, 70 years earlier. But that was back when Bucky had been watching his back, alert and dependable, not glued to his front and immobile as he is now.
He’s finally found the ghost he’s been chasing. The question now is how does he bring him home?
“To be a Lead’s Support is a substantial responsibility,“ Natasha says. "You must be Agent Rogers’ personal assistant, bodyguard, chef, maid, best friend, boyfriend, and whatever else he wishes you to be.”
"What do I do?” Steve appealed into the phone. “I’m freaking out.”
There was silence on the other end of the line. It lasted so long that Steve pulled the receiver away from his ear and frowned at it. Pay phones were old. Maybe this one wasn’t working despite the obvious dial tone when he picked up.
“Ok,” a stranger’s voice said over the phone. “First acknowledge the fact that you dialed the wrong number, but be quick about it because my cab is a few blocks away from my own plans and I’m about to drop some truth bombs on you.”
rated teen . 6k
That’s it! It’s been a great year of amazing fics and I can’t wait until we are all overwhelmed with the feels and inspired to make even more Stucky fic in the coming new year and the release of Civil War. Huge kudos to the dedicated writers, many listed, and the thousands that aren’t - your fics have helped make 2015 a really good year.
Because there’s not enough miritama and it’s a beautiful, wholesome ship.
- Tamaki tries to confess to Mirio first. It doesn’t go the way he wants it to. He’s standing before Mirio after school, blushing all the way to the tips of his pointy ears, and he can’t help but stare at the ground. The confession comes out as a stuttering mess, it’s incomplete and Tamaki barely manages to get out the ‘like you’ part. But Mirio understands, gently places his hand on Tamaki’s shoulder and tells him he likes him, too.
- Due to Tamaki’s shyness, they decide to take things slow, like almost painfully slow but Mirio is content with the way things are and he won’t pressure Tamaki into anything. Mirio makes it his priority to make sure Tamaki always feels safe and comfortable with him.
- It takes about three months for Tamaki to actually work up the nerve to hold Mirio’s hand without feeling nervous. The first time it happens Mirio is so happy. He goes around and tells everyone about it. “Guys, Tamaki held my hand! Midoriya! Tamaki held my hand, I can’t believe it! This is the best day ever!” Tamaki is plastered to the wall the for an entire week.
- Their first kiss happens about a year and a half into their relationship. It’s a short, sweet peck on the lips but it’s enough to make Mirio speechless the rest of the day. Tamaki worries if he’s done something wrong to which Mirio instantly reassures that he’s fine and just really, really happy. Mirio keeps this milestone to himself but everyone can see the way he glows even just slightly so when they see him.
- For their first date, Mirio takes Tamaki to one of those large butterfly habitat exhibits. Tamaki sheds his shyness and excitedly tells Mirio every single fact about the species of butterflies in the exhibit. Mirio smiles and nods even though he only absorbs half of the information Tamaki told him. It’s during this moment when a couple of butterflies decide to land on Tamaki’s hair, some on his shoulders. Mirio thinks Tamaki looks like some sort of butterfly fairy prince. And then it happens, Tamaki looks at him a smiles. Bright, genuine, and pure.
- This is the day that Mirio Togata completely and wholeheartedly falls in love with Tamaki Amajiki.
Hello. I’ve never been the best at starting letters such as this one, so please excuse me if the beginning is a bit unusual. There were so many things left unsaid when we went our separate ways. I’m here to tell you the words that I have kept inside me for the longest time. I’m trying to move on and this is the first step.
I know I wasn’t the greatest friend, as a matter of fact, I was a terrible one. I took advantage of your loyalty and friendship and for that, I’m so sorry. Sorry will never be good enough to make amends for all that I have done but there’s nothing else that I can do. We were both lonely when we first met and from the moment we started talking, I knew that we had a bond. Granted, I initially thought you were some creep trying to hit on me. You constantly tried talking to me and my friends and so I decided to give you a chance. I never thought that we would’ve grown that close but we did and I truly miss that. You always defended me and did your best to help me with anything and everything. We would constantly partner up for projects and we made one hell of a team. A lot of people thought we were dating and I couldn’t help but laugh. At that time, I was crushing on another guy and you were so supportive of me. You encouraged him to talk with me more and even ask me out, not that it worked, but you helped me throughout that whole fiasco. We often had mishaps, well I was actually the one who created unnecessary problems, but you still fought for our friendship. I’ve always had this fear of losing my friends for they always, and I mean always, left me. You promised me that you were here to stay but I was still skeptical. As the school year passed, you became closer to my ex best friend who had hurt me in countless ways. She left without telling me why and whenever I’d hang out with my friends, she would sweep them away. I don’t know if she did it so that I wouldn’t have anybody else to hang out with, but nonetheless, it hurt. You knew of this, you knew what she did and you still were determined to become close friends with her. At the time it felt like a betrayal but you wanted more friends so what could I do? I left you because I didn’t want to make you choose between the two of us. You were clueless as to why I wanted to end our friendship and so I drew you a small comic book. You responded back with an email and I had no idea what to do. You told me that you loved me and not in a friendly manner. I was shocked honestly. Thinking about it now, you were so selfless, you encouraged the guy I had liked to pursue me even though you were in love with me. I felt like such a terrible friend at that point. I could never tell if I felt the same way as you did. I loved you as a friend but I didn’t know if it was ever more than that. We eventually made up and our friendship was still like a roller coaster, up and down and up and down. I always created drama and conflicts and I think that’s what caused us to drift apart. Somehow we started talking less and less and I didn’t understand why. You started ditching me to hang out with more popular people and at that point, our friendship was gone. I asked you why, why did you stop talking to me, but you never responded. I had to respect that and I still do. I now realise that it never mattered why you left because you were doing what was best for you. About a year after we went our separate ways, my life began to fall apart but you were no longer there to support me. Meanwhile, you became even closer to her, my ex best friend that is, and it stung but I was happy for you. I think a couple of months later you guys finally started dating. I’ll admit, I was jealous but not because of the romantic feelings you both shared, but because you were happy without me. I miss you so damn much. I miss adventuring with you and essentially everything about you. You’re living your life and I’m so proud of you. I wish I didn’t take your friendship for granted, maybe we would still be close to this day. You were my first male friend who didn’t bully me, well you called me a slut sometimes but as a joke (I hope). I won’t ever forget you but I’m trying to get over the pain of losing you. I’m trying to live my life just as you are. I hope life treats you well because you deserve happiness. You deserve more than me…
Summary: Loving him wasn’t easy, leaving him wasn’t easy, but you broke him and he needed you.
Best Of Me - Series 2/7
Word Count: 4,672
Congratulations Y/F/N Y/L/N you have been accepted into the study abroad program starting next semester! You will be attending the University of Barcelona, alongside of 150 other study abroad students. We are excited to have you and your academic skills here, and cannot wait to see you soon! Please check our website and email for more information.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” You said it like a mantra. You re-read the letter, two, three times, even more. Your adrenaline kicking in, your heart beating faster, and then you were jumping up and down holding the letter in your hand. Once you were done, you placed your hands on the countertop and took deep breaths to calm you down. “I have to tell Namjoon.”
You had told him that you had exciting news, but his version of exciting wasn’t exactly the same as yours. When you told him that you had applied to a study abroad program in Europe, it was like he got punched in the stomach and all of the air came out of him.
“That’s great Y/N.” He forced out a smile, he saw how excited you were. He couldn’t rain on your parade, as he knew that this was something you’ve always wanted to do.
“I know! I’ll be there for a whole year! Who knows if I’ll ever come back.” You winked at him as you took a sip of your soda, waiting patiently for your food to arrive to your table.
The rest of the time spent with you that night, it was forced. Namjoon couldn’t believe that you would be leaving for a year if you got accepted into the program. A year without his best friend, the one person he could always turn to whenever things go wrong, the one person that he could talk to about anything, and the only person that understood him. You were the one person that made him not feel like an idol, that made him feel normal when things got to be too much. How could you up and leave him? How could you not think about him?
The guys noticed it as soon as he walked through the door. When he came out into the living he just looked at them all sitting there and drug his feet all the way to his room. As time ticked by, the guys started heading off to bed, and Tae was soon in their shared room, laying in his bed. He made little to no noise as he slid into underneath the covers, not wanting to disrupt Namjoon, or cause a fight, but he wanted to make sure all was well with his leader.
“Hyung, are you alright? You seem…off.” Namjoon still stared at the ceiling, not moving an inch at Taehyung’s words.
“She applied for a study abroad program in Europe.” Those words caused pain to Namjoon when they left his lips.
“That’s great!” Tae smiled brightly, he was excited for you. You would always showed him pictures of the places you wanted to see, and travel in Spain. He would stare at your laptop for hours on end with you, fascinated at all the places, as you were his teacher telling him everything.
“No, it’s not great Tae.” Namjoon covered his face with his hands. Confused, Tae turned to his side and looked at Namjoon. Why was he having such a hard time dealing with this?
“What do you mean it’s not great Joon? She’s gonna live her dream, it’s fantastic really.”
“She’ll be gone for a fucking year.” His voice was flat, filled with bitterness. “She’ll leave me for a year Tae.”
“We leave for months on end and that doesn’t seem to bother you.” Taehyung told Namjoon. Namjoon licked his lips and held back what he was going to say. When Namjoon and the guys left to tour, it seemed natural. You leaving him, it was something new. Was this how you felt every time he left you to do his job? “I think you need to be more supportive hyung. She’s been by your side up until now, and she’ll need you by hers.” Even though Taehyung was right, he didn’t want to admit it, and he didn’t want to listen to his advice.
*End of Flashback*
Smiling as you knocked on their dorm door, the envelope that contained the best letter you have ever received was in your hand. You heard shuffling of feet, then the lock came undone and Namjoon was at the door. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.
“Well good afternoon to you too Y/N.” He placed his head on your shoulder and his arms got placed around your back pressing you closer to his body. When he let you go, you let out a breath, tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and handed Namjoon the envelope. “What’s this?” He opened up the letter and read it word for word, twice, three times, maybe more.
His world shattered. You were leaving him. You were looking down at the letter, smiling, you were proud of yourself. “Wow,” Namjoon folded up the letter and stuffed it in the envelope, handing it back to you, “that’s uh, that’s great.” He forced out a smile, trying to show you that he was happy when even though he was hurt.
“I know!” You squealed, and Taehyung walked out in the hallway to see you there.
“Y/N! What’s up!”
“I’m going to Spain!” Taehyung eyes went wide and he started jumping up and down with you. “I’m so proud of you Y/N, you’ll have so much fun and learn a lot.” He said while he pulled you into his embrace for a hug.
“We should celebrate.” He suggested, but you shook your head.
“No, I can’t do that to you guys. You’re too busy, I just wanted to share with you guys that I got accepted, and will be leaving in a month.” Namjoon’s heart stopped, if it weren’t for the voice in his head telling him to breathe, he’s pretty sure he would have been passed out on the floor. He only has a month left with you, before you were gone.
“Nonsense, let’s celebrate.” Taehyung left your side walking to get the other guys. You stood there still dazed that this was actually happening.
“Guys thank you so much for dinner, I owe you!” You were still laughing from the conversations you had with them, a smile still on your face.
“Don’t worry about it Y/N.” Jin waved you off as you entered their dorm. Namjoon left everyone’s side and walked straight to his bedroom. You all stood there silently wondering what happened to him at dinner. He wasn’t talking much, and he looked uncomfortable.
“What’s with him?” Yoongi scoffed as he shook his head and walked into the living room. Taehyung looked at the direction of their shared bedroom with worried eyes. He knew exactly what was going on, and wanted to say something to you, to tell you that Namjoon was upset with you leaving, but it wasn’t his spot to tell you something so personal.
“I’ll go talk to him.” You entered his room and shut the door behind you. He was laying on his bed staring at his phone, not paying any attention. “Thanks for dinner tonight Joon.” You smiled as you sat on the bed by his feet. He just grunted in response. “Maybe you should come over and help me pack soon! I’ll get us chicken and beer.” You nudged his feet and he moved them away from you.
“We’re busy Y/N. I can’t help you.” His eyes never parted with his phone.
“Well let’s plan a day then, we’ll have a whole day together, me and you.” He locked his phone and set down to his side.
“Y/N what don’t you understand? We are busy, I can’t make time for you now.”
“You can’t make time for your best friend?” You batted your eyelashes at him and started to laugh at your actions, hoping Namjoon would do the same but he didn’t.
“Y/N can you leave.” He was annoyed at you, it showed in his voice.
“Joon are you alright?”
“Just wonderful.” You frowned at him, and placed a hand on his knee. He stopped his movements and laid there, still as a rock.
“No you’re not, something’s wrong, you can tell me.”
“Okay,” he sat up on the bed. “You’re leaving me for a year, you leave in a month, and I don’t want you to go. Happy?” There it was, he dropped the bomb. You removed your hand from his knee and placed it on your thigh.
A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE! First of all, I’d like to thank you for keeping up with me for seven months! All your love and support means so much to me. Shout out to all my friends and mutuals who always push me to be a better writer. You guys are the best 💖💖💖
the kind of boyfriend that would probably start out shy??
lots of nervous laughters and hides his laughs w his hands
but then as the relationship continues he’d start showing his dorkiness
would say the most random things??
you know what I’m talking about
barging into the room all of the sudden shouting “yoo, what’s up, what’s up?”
“what the heck, josh?”
late night phone calls and falling asleep to each other’s voices
GOOD MORNING AND GOOD NIGHT TEXTS ARE A THING
bc he wants to be the first and last person you talk to aww
“sweet dreams, dream of me :)”
treating you how you deserve to be treated
goes out of his way to make sure that you’re always comfortable
very considerate and always asks you if you’re okay with things
“are you okay with eating spaghetti?”
“can I hold your hand?”
and “can I kiss you?”
opens doors and letting you walk on the inside of the road
does that cheesy af but sweet gesture of taking of his jacket off and draping it on you when you seem cold
takes you out to dinner and plays guitar for your birthday
loves to just sit on the sofa and stroke your hair and talk in whispers
sometimes you get random bouquets of flowers at work and you just??? who in the world???
but then you’d get a text from him
‘Flowers may be pretty, but I think you’re even prettier :) Have a beautiful day, sweetheart.’
ffff get me a Hong Jisoo
now excuse me while I get heart palpitations
jam sessions in the practice room
whips out all the love songs he knows to serenade you
loves to hear the details of your day and asks you questions
sweet texts like “have you eaten?” and “it’s a little cold today. don’t forget to wear something warm~”
loves your laugh — no matter how ugly you find it, he’ll love hearing it bc that means you’re happy and your happiness means a lot to him
the type of boyfriend who is genuinely interested in the things you do
like, you paint? coolio!
you do sports?? he’ll be cheering for you!
very very supportive as long as it’s good for you and you’re happy
loves it when you fix his hair or his shirt for him aww
tucks your hair from your ace bc he wants to see your beautiful face unobstructed
“you look so beautiful today.”
oh yeah, this guy has no shame okay
but not like Jun, he’s just shameless in a way that if he wants to say something to you, he’ll just say it
which means most of the time, his compliments catch you off guard and you couldn’t help but blush bc WHY IS HE LIKE THIS
“you look pretty today”
always notices if you do anything to your appearance? he’s observant
“did you cut your hair? it looks good on you.”
asks your opinion about everything
ANIME MARATHON DATES!!!
seeing him so hype about Bleach lol
jamming to the opening songs together
and if you’re not that into anime, that’s okay, too
he’d really appreciate it if you sit next to him while he watch it tho
matching cool but low-key couple items like bracelets or maybe shoes
he loves watching you ramble on and on and see your eyes light up when talking about things that make you excited bc it’s cute
the rap line are shookth
he loves taking filtered silly/ugly pictures with you
YOU FAMILY FELL IN LOVE W HIM WHEN YOU FINALLY BROUGHT HIM HOME
would probably bring a bouquet of flowers for your mom and some desserts for the rest of your family when he first visits
bc he knows how to charm people and get him into their good side
your mother made you promise to “keep this one” lol
the type of boyfriend that even though you may have been dating him for a while, he’d still look at you as if it’s the first time
GUYS I MISSED IT BUT JUNE IS NATIONAL ROSE MONTH!! I’m a month too late but that’s okay,, I don’t need one specific month to admire beautiful flowers :)) This actually tells you what roses mean which I find SUPER intriguing! I personally love the yellow, lavender, or the peach ish ones the best so it’s cool to find out what they symbolize. At least to me :p Next year, if I remember, June will be filled with extra roses :) you guys have to remind me!! Also,, do you guys like the quotes? I just want to make my audience happy!! Thank you petals! You’re all beautiful. Never think any different :)
When I was sixteen, my best friend Sam* (name changed) began dating a guy in the same grade as us named James who she’d had a crush on for a few months. They were cute at first and she seemed happy, but things changed for the worst very quickly: it wasn’t even a full month yet before he began showing subtle signs of being controlling. She had been dying her hair bright red for years (her nickname was ‘Red’; it was a bit of a signature), and he literally demanded that she stop dyeing her hair for him. He also wanted her to stop wearing so much black, wearing so much makeup, etc. She was raised with two older brothers; she wasn’t the type to be pushed around by men (not that any woman is “the right type” for pushing around). Naturally, she said, “Fuck you, no”. He let that issue drop, but then he started to get jealous and possessive.
He started demanding that she skip school with him so they could go hang out. At the time her father was an alcoholic and would yell at or abuse her and her two older brothers if they skipped or didn’t do well in class, so she told him that she wasn’t willing to skip school just to hang out with him. He sulked for the entire rest of the day. Just before the last class, as we were getting our binders from our lockers (our lockers were right next to each other), he strode up to her without a word, grabbed her by the arm so hard that she ended up with a bruise, and literally pulled her into the staircase and started yelling at her. She tried to walk away and he grabbed her again so hard that she almost fell down the stairs. A couple of us saw what was happening and went to get her, at which point he stopped; but after that, she wouldn’t tolerate his weirdly controlling, aggressive advances anymore, and she broke up with him. Their whole relationship lasted a little over three months. (By comparison, she is now 25 and has at this point been dating the same guy for seven years.)
That’s when the really crazy behavior began.
It started out innocently enough: a note in her locker that she didn’t remember putting there. It was from him, a six-page letter oscillating between begging for forgiveness, pitying himself for being such a fuck-up, and berating her for being a heartless bitch. She ignored it. A couple of days later, in the middle of class, she got a call from the office to come down because her dad had randomly signed her out of class. Luckily she had the presence of mind to call her mom to confirm, because it turned out that her father had done no such thing - James had called the office pretending to be her dad in order to lure her out in front of the school in the middle of the day so that he could be alone with her and talk to her. The next day, when she came into school, there was something drawn on her locker. It turns out that after she had figured out it was him, he went back into the school and punched a wall until he started to bleed, and then drew a heart on her locker in his own blood. I shit you not, this actually happened. To this day you can still see it, eight years later.
After this failed attempt at communicating with her, he began “randomly” biking past her house, even though the bike ride from his house to hers was at least an hour (and this was in the middle of the Canadian winter. I lived across the street from him, it would have taken him well over an hour and a half to bike to her house through the snow and the ice). She woke up once in the middle of the night and looked out her window to see him sitting on her roof, watching her sleep. I’m dead serious. While their house was being renovated, they moved to a temporary house owned by her grandparents in another part of the city. Nobody knew where she was living at the time except for me (because I’d once been there to hang out with her after school). She saw him more than once biking past that house, too. The only explanation for him knowing where she was living at the time was that he must have somehow either followed her home from school, or had been watching her on the day that she moved.
But I think the worst part of this whole experience is that the whole time it was happening, various people kept pressuring her to go back to him, saying that his harassment would stop if she’d just give in a little, that he was a nice guy and she was doing this to him, that she should give him a second chance, etc. Two of the people saying this were her own parents, who had witnessed the whole thing but just couldn’t get past his charming, parent-friendly demeanor.
I know that this story isn’t as dramatic or violent as the other posts on here, but I think it highlights a very important fact: the idea that women are somehow ‘responsible’ for the thoughts, feelings and behaviors of men, and that men are somehow entitled to a second, and third, and fourth, and fifth chance after displaying violent and aggressive tendencies. After my friend, James went on to date and marry another woman, who I’ve since heard he frequently abuses.
This is a few days late, but guys, can I say a massive thank you to everyone who took part in CS January Joy?! So many authors stepped up to create amazing fics to inject a bit of happiness into what can be a very dreary month. And of course thank you to everyone who read, liked, reblogged, commented and reviewed those stories too!
Here’s all the fics from the past month for your reading pleasure!
Request: Hi I was wondering if you could do a Gdragon au/imagine in which he is in love with his best friends gf and ends up dating the reader to get over his friends gf and the reader notices how jiyong can’t seem to keep his eyes off the other girl & does whatever he can for the girl & goes all out for her especially on special occasions. Please and thank you. ☺
Maybe you should have listened to your mother, you shouldn’t go falling in love with the first handsome face that shows interest in you. You end up breaking down at 11 PM in the back of a cab taking you home.
It started almost a year and a half ago months ago…..
Your good friend Song Hanbi, a co-worker gone best friend began dating this boy Do Minchan who she had known basically all her life. You were happy for her and one night she invited you out to meet him and you met his best friend Kwon Jiyong. It was love at first sight for you, he just seemed like the most perfect guy. He even shared an interest in you. But you didn’t know how forced it was at that point. You didn’t know he was in love with his childhood crush still. You didn’t know that he was doing his best to get over her by getting with her best friend. You didn’t know how heart broken you would end up with him.
It took 4 months to see the way he seemed to be so sweet with Hanbi still, he bought her treats when he was out. You always felt disappointed that he didn’t seem to get you something, he would always apologize and say he thought of her when he was passing by it. He would bring flowers to your work and give them to you, he would give glances over at Hanbi until she came over and joined your conversation. She was oblivious as you wish you could have been but you avoided it because you wanted to pretend even for a short time that the first time in your life a guy actually liked you.
You weren’t Miss Popular in high school. Most boys wouldn’t come to you unless they needed help with something or wanted to copy your homework. You were friendzoned by most men because you just didn’t seem to fit anyone’s type. Jiyong was the first boy to kiss you, the first boy to hold your hand, and to hug you with real emotion other than quick excitement. He was trying his damnedest to fall in love with you but Hanbi was still the light in his eyes.
Your first anniversary came along, you waited for him for hours. He didn’t call you, text you, or let you know in anyway where he was. You ended up leaving the restaurant alone and embarrassed. You went to work the next day and saw that Hanbi didn’t look the best herself, she explained that Jiyong had dropped everything and came over because she had a big fight with Minchan. He comforted his best friend, well that’s the way you were trying to make yourself feel then. He ended up in front of your placed with a teddy bear and chocolates hoping you would forgive him and what he had done the night before. Of course you put on a smile and hid the monster hurt that was building up so harshly in you.
He had never seen you cry. He didn’t really seem to notice anything other than your smile. He didn’t question why you were always so positive and he didn’t want to know. He wanted to pretend that you two had something good with one another and that he was slowly getting over Hanbi but he was lying to himself so horribly when he did it.
Your birthday was last week, he took a notification on a SNS for him to realize it. That was the first time he realized how disappointed you were. He tried to make it up to you but it was the first time he knew he was on rocky ground with you. He managed to talk you into a kiss and took it a bit farther and the two of you had your first time together to attempt to forget it all. The rest of the week you put on a smile and pretended to be okay but you were going to break soon, he didn’t know that and you didn’t know that yourself but it was going to hit you like a 2 ton brick that you were in a very shitty relationship with Kwon Jiyong.
Today you had taken Hanbi out until Jiyong texted you to come to a location so you all could meet up for dinner. When you arrived you realized that she got a surprise party, it wasn’t until Minchan told you that it was all Jiyong’s idea and that he was determined to make it special for one of his best friends. Jiyong had even told him that he did some super amazing thing for your birthday to justify what he was doing today. You realized Minchan and Hanbi were so clueless while you were the only one who seemed to realize what he was doing.
“Jiyong is so sweet” Hanbi says as she grabbed your hands “he’s always been so amazing for my birthday” she then says “Minchan told me that he cooked you a meal, made you a bath, and sealed the deal” she says bumping you lightly. You gave a light smile “yeah” you say quietly hoping your voice didn’t crack at all. You were lying to keep the mood happy. “Do you mind if him and I dance then. When we were younger he taught me how to slow dance-” “go ahead, it’s what the two of you want” you tell her as she smiled and headed off.
You saw the way his face lit up and he made sure it was okay with Minchan who was a bit tipsy but was nothing but okay with it. Stood off to the side as everyone watched the Jiyong and Hanbi dance, they looked like they were having so much fun and were nothing but happy. Alone in their own world.
That was the first time you felt a tear slide down your cheek. You would never have him. His heart would never be yours. You had given this man everything and now he was breaking you apart.
You wiped your cheek and grabbed your jacket off the back of the chair. You gave them one last look before you ran out. Flagging down a cab you had climbed in and told him your address. You leaned back and let out a light sob before growing quiet. Your eyes were gushing silent and sorrow filled tears. You wiped them and checked your phone which had been vibrating harshly in your hand the past few minutes. Jiyong and Hanbi had wondered where you went, you simply sent a text to Hanbi saying that something had come up at work and you were needed. You apologized a bunch and hoped that you didn’t ruin anything. You didn’t bother texting Jiyong back. You weren’t planning on it ever again.
Going on with your week you stayed as peppy as you could. You bought Hanbi a sweet little cupcake as an apology and she was nothing but happy. It wasn’t her fault and you weren’t going to hold it against her, she was mad for Minchan and had never seemed to talk about Jiyong in any other way than a best friend who was always so kind to her.
Jiyong even called you in the middle of your conversation and you simply ignored it “are you two okay?” she asked you, you smiled again to her “no” you spoke truthfully as your eyes glossed over “he’s a great guy but I don’t think that I’m the person he wants to love” you tell her. “Oh honey, he likes you a lot-” “Hanbi please don’t” you whisper as she stopped “his eyes are on another girl” you tell her as your phone went off again and Jiyong’s picture popped up again. “Please don’t be mad at me for this” you say to her as she shook her head “no, you should be happy even if it’s not my best friend” she said to you. She took your hand and gave it a light squeeze.
You packed up a few of the things that Jiyong had left at your place along with a few little gifts including the teddy bear given to you for your anniversary and sat them by your door. Jiyong showed up at your door later on that week with a concerned look on his face. “Y/N is everything alright?” he asked as he stood there at your door. “I get it that’s all” you tell him “what do you mean you get it?” he asked you. You picked up the box by the door and smiled softly at him “I know what it’s like to be in love with someone who doesn’t feel the same” you tell him as you passed the box to him.
It clicked in his head at that moment, you knew. You knew he had a thing for Hanbi and how he put her first above you, his own girlfriend. That two weeks ago was really the moment you guys were standing on thin ice. He realized he was horrible for using you like that.
His mouth opened as his eyes glassed over, he wanted to say sorry. He wanted to say so much but nothing would come out. You were trying to stay as tough as you could “good bye Jiyong, I hope you can find someone who can make those feelings disappear” you tell him as your front door closed. “I’m so sorry” he whispered, something finally came out of his mouth. “I’m so sorry for hurting you” he whispered as he stepped away from the door.
On the other side of the door you were leaning against it, quietly crying and listening to the words he spoke. You listened to his heavy shoes walk away from your door and you were all alone in your world again.
Your mom was right.
Never fall in love with the first boy to show interest in you.
“Hey Buck.” Steve said softly, and Bucky looked up from his book with a hesitant smile.
“Hey guys. How are things?”
“Hey Bucky.” Tony was fidgeting rubbing his chest. “So this might seem a little weird but–”
“But what?” Bucky put his book down slowly. “What’s going on?”
“Hey you know, I’m just going to kiss you.” Tony blurted. “Surprise kissing worked on Steve, Im sure it will work on you.”
Bucky’s mouth dropped. “You’re going to what?”
But Tony was already moving, already leaning over the chair and running his fingers through Bucky’s long hair, touching their lips together gently.
Bucky didnt do anything for a few seconds, but then he made a desperate sort of sound and wrapped his right arm around Tony, tumbling him into his lap and Steve’s soulmark started tingling and burning so badly it nearly sent him to his knees.
“Oh damn.” Tony broke their kiss and stared down into Bucky’s eyes. “That’s um—”
“Please. Please kiss me” Bucky muttered and Tony him in for another long kiss, reaching out with his left arm and motioning for Steve.
“Bucky–” Steve took his hand and allowed himself to be pulled closer. “Bucky do you know what this means—”
“Of crouse I do. Come on. Please.” Bucky sounded like he was begging. “Stevie, been waiting forever for you.”
“What?” Steve asked, but Bucky didn’t let him finish just lifted his lips from Tony’s and pressed them right to Steve’s, swallowing the shocked sound he made.
They kissed for a long moment, and when Steve pulled away his eyes were wide, his face flushed. “Bucky. That was…that was….”
“Me next me next me next.” Tony said impatiently, and tugged Bucky back over to him again, working his hand up Bucky’s shirt to press firmly against his soulmark.
A few days ago, I hit 1k followers and I literally don’t know what to say except thank you so freaking much for sticking around. I’ve been on Tumblr for over 8 years but I decided to make my Tom blog almost 8 months ago and I’ve just hit the biggest milestone I’ve ever hit and it’s all thanks to you guys!
This fandom has it’s ups and downs but it’s honestly one of the best fandoms I’ve ever been a part of and I’ve got to know some wonderful people because of it!
Our shared love of Tom makes my heart so full, it could burst and it always makes me so happy to come to this blog to see you all expressing your love in the most creative and lovely ways!
I’ve wanted to do a follow forever for the longest time now and this is the perfect excuse to finally do it!
Under the cut is a follow forever of all of the blogs I follow (I think, I’ve been through my following list several times, but we all know how temperamental tumblr is!) You guys make the time I spend here happy and enjoyable and I can’t thank you enough!
I’m also going to include shoutouts to some of the blogs that I don’t follow that I see in my notifications all of the time because I appreciate the love you guys give my blog on the regular!
I love you all so much and this blog wouldn’t be what it is without you all! I’m hoping to do a celebration soon where I can make some stuff for you guys but I’m still trying to think of an idea! If anyone has any, please send them my way!
Request: Long distance relationship with Wonwoo Requested by: @j-wonwootrash Word count: 4,791 Genre: FLUFFFFF Warnings: Wayyyyy tooo much fluff abort mission
A/N: I am sorry this is so late! I really wanted to post this on my boy’s birthday! And also, I will be starting my first year of university next month, so this drabble means a lot to me :) Hope you guys like it, and all the best for the next half of the year!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SUNSHINE, MY LOVELY ECCENTRIC CUTIE. I LOVE YOU ALWAYS!
(And I apologize for the random cameos they’ve written themselves in cuz they pushy af >//
Your eyes crack open at the sound of your alarm that had rudely interrupted your pleasant night’s rest. Your hand feebly reaches out from under the quilt covers, blindly slapping the nightstand until you are able to grasp the mobile device to silence it. The clock flashes at maximum brightness at you, making you wince.
🔔 7:15AM: DAY ONE OF THE SEMESTER. YOU GOT THIS BABY! WHOO!
Your sleep-dust-filled eyes narrow at the almost mockingly overenthusiastic message you’ve written for yourself just the night before. What were you thinking, waking up at such an ungodly hour?
Woojin didn’t mind the age gap between the two of you. He dated you regardless of that. He’s mature and responsible, it wasn’t a problem for you. He was really supportive in your career life, he wanted the best for you.
Chan thought that dating someone older could be nice. You were here to help when he had a problem. The fact that you’re older makes him feel happy because you choose him over hundreds of guys.
Minho, at first, felt awkward for dating someone four years older than him. The first months of your relationship were a little bit strange, but after some time he got over it. He’d slightly tease you, telling you that you were so old.
He liked when you were acting maternal with the boys. The fact that you were older did not make him afraid. He asked you so many questions like : did went to nightclubs?
Even if you were older than him, the height gap between the two of you was still here. And Hyunjin had a great time reminding you that. You’d pinch his arm in order to make him stop. He’d stop only because you were older, meaning that he had to respect you.
When Jisung found out that you were older than him, he was quite startled. Was it going to work? You had a whole different life, and he was starting to build his career. Nonetheless, after a few weeks, he began to understand that it wasn’t a big issue. There was love, that’s all that mattered.
He was kind of insecure, he thought that you might end up break up because he wasn’t mature enough. He always thinks that an older guy would fit well. You had to reassure him a lot.
There were times where the age gap was difficult. You had other priorities than him, and it could be conflicted. You both were aware that you hadn’t the same passions, activities. Now, seungmin is proud to say that someone as wonderful as you choose to date him.
Jeongin would like when you take care of him, and share his passion. He’d be open to discover your work/what you study. He was inscure, but grew confident. You were with him, you dated him. He shouldn’t be self-conscious.