I REMEMBER WHEN I FIRST HEARD HIS SPEAKING VOICE

Misunderstandings

IMAGINE: Years ago (Y/N) and Steve were in a relationship, however something happened that made him cruelly break up with her. Now that the Avengers need her help, what will happen between the two of them? 

[gif is not mine. tell me what you think.] 

warnings: swearing, violence, angst. 

word count: 2 k+ 


(Y/N) fiddled with her pen as she stared at Fury and Tony sitting down opposite of her desk. She leaned back into the comfortable leather seat and smiled at them.

“Do we have an agreement?” Fury asked as he briefly looked at the contract.

Her smile became more predatory, “Fury,” she started, his last name coming off smoothly from her tongue. “You and I both know that my people look at every contract before I sign them.” 

“Get one of them here then.”

“Fury, if this is how you save the world then I really fear for the human existence,” she chastised. 

“(Y/N),” Tony waned.

She smiled, this time more friendly and happy, “Just having a laugh, Stark.” (Y/N), with her left hand pressed a button on her desk. A few moments later the door opened and walked in a well dressed man. 

“Timothy, look over this for me.”


(Y/N) looked at the Seattle skyline, enjoying the beautiful view. She paid no attention to the three men behind her, paid no attention as they debated the terms inside the contract.

“Miss (Y/L/N)? The contract is ready to sign.”

“So quickly?” She asked, not turning around.

“The terms are stated clearly, and obviously they learnt from last time.”

(Y/N) smiled as she remembered what happened the last time. Finally, she turned around and walked to them. Pen in hand, she grasped the contract and signed wherever it needed her signature.

She looked up at Tony and Fury, “Guess I’m working for the Avengers.”


Steve gawked as he watched (Y/N) strut into the conference room like she owned the place. He looked at Fury who refused to meet Steve’s gaze knowing that the super soldier was glaring at him. “What is she doing here?” He spoke loudly as she sat down.

(Y/N) smiled smugly at him, “They needed my expertise on something.”

“Like what? Killing people?” Steve tilted his head, “Or hacking into the government system illegally?” He tilted his head to the other side, his tone mocking her. 

Before (Y/N) could retort, Tony stood up, “Nope, nothing should come out of your mouth unless it’s something pleasant. Wait, no scratch that, just don’t talk to Rogers. Go to the other side of the room.” 

(Y/N) licked her lips and grinned at the two men. She pretended to zip her mouth with her finger, then flipped them off. Turning around she walked towards Nat who greeted her with a smile.

“Who’s the girl and why does Steve hate her?” Bucky asked as he and Sam watched from the other side.

“You ever heard of (Y/L/N) Enterprises?” Sam watched as Bucky nodded. “That’s her family’s company, she inherited it from her grandfather. She’s one of the most powerful people on the planet right now. In terms of money,” Sam moved his lips around. “And other things.”

“She’s a dirty criminal that’s what she is,” Steve grumbled as he narrowed his eyes at (Y/N), who was watching him intently. “She’s a stuck up criminal who plays with people’s lives for fun.” Steve turned to Bucky who was furrowing his brows. “Don’t trust her.”

“Steve and (Y/N) have a bit of history together.” Sam explained and Steve scoffed. 

Their conversation was ended as Fury called the meeting. Bucky, Sam and Steve sat directly opposite of their leader and listened intently to their new mission. Bucky, however couldn’t help but watch (Y/N). The way that she spoke when Fury asked her to, her confidence. He knew that he was looking too intently at her when she turned in her seat to face him, giving him a curious look. Bucky wanted to look away, to turn to the side, to shy away from her. But something deep inside of him urged him to look at her. It wasn’t until Sam nudged him that he looked away from her.


(Y/N) punched the bag harder, watching as the dust fall from the ceiling, she knew that one more punch and it would be hurdled across the room.

“What are you doing here?” A voice interrupted her. 

She paused in her movements, her arm in the middle of swinging. (Y/N) cocked her head to the side. Before she could turn around she was thrown against the wall, a hand enclosing her throat. She was faced with Steve, anger in his eyes. 

(Y/N) gave him a small smile. “Darling, didn’t you miss me?” The hand around her throat became tighter, “I guess that’s a no.”

“(Y/N),” Steve started. “What are you doing here?”

She gave him another smile, and with a kick to the stomach he landed on his stomach, she quickly straddled him -pinning him to the ground. “I got a contract Rogers. Your team needs me for that HYDRA mission you received.” 

“We don’t need your help,” Steve spat.

(Y/N) wrapped her hand around Steve’s shirt collar, pulled him up and slammed him down again. “Trust me, I wouldn’t be here if they didn’t need me so much.”

“You’re a fucking traitor (Y/N), just because the team is so enamored with you and can’t see you’re just here to fuck with us again, doesn’t mean I’m blind.”

She swallowed and let go of Steve’s shirt, (Y/N) quickly stood up. “If you really think that I betrayed you Rogers…”

“You were working with HYDRA!” Steve yelled. “I saw you! I followed you and I saw you go into their compound!”

“BECAUSE BUCKY WAS THERE!” She snapped. Steve looked at her, his anger now mixed confusion.

“Bucky wasn’t in that facility. Don’t lie to me.” Steve gritted out through his teeth.  

“They transferred him.” (Y/N) sighed frustratedly, she ran a hand through her hair, then exhaled loudly, “After the events of Washington, you told me that Bucky helped you. That he was the Winter Soldier.” (Y/N) paused and licked her lips. “You told me everything about Bucky, Steve. You were, you are his best friend, and he was yours. He was the reason why you couldn’t sleep at night, the reason why you still cried when I shared your bed. You were unhappy because there was a massive part of your life missing.”

“When you told me that, I knew that I could help in some way. Help you. So yeah, I used my fucking sketchy contacts and tailed Bucky and where he was kept. I fucking went there, I negotiated with those scum, pretended that I was one of them, that I was betraying the team so I could try and speak to Bucky, for you.” She stepped forward, hands now clenched by her side. “I was there for three months, I made progress with Bucky, little but it was there. He could still remember me from the previous times I snuck to see him. Remembered bits of you.” (Y/N) pushed him, Steve being too shocked again landed on the floor.

“Then you came at me that night, yelling at me. Accusing me of betraying the team, betraying you, betraying us! You humiliated me Rogers, the person that I loved and trusted humiliated me in the worse way possible.” She clicked her jaw in annoyance, “You fucking threw me from the compound. Banned me from ever seeing anyone, you sprouted lies about me!”

“How the hell was I supposed to know? I thought you were betraying us!” Steve fired back. 

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TRUST ME!” (Y/N) bellowed, her eyes gathering tears due to frustration. “THAT’S WHY WE WORKED WELL! OUR RELATIONSHIP AND PARTNERSHIP WAS BUILT ON TRUST, STEVE!”

“I DID EVERYTHING FOR YOU! I RISKED EVERYTHING AND ALMOST LOST EVERYTHING FOR YOU! AND HOW AM I REPAID? YOU HUMILIATED ME, YOU BROKE MY HEART. YOU FORBID ME TO SEE THE PEOPLE I CLASSIFY AS MY FAMILY! YOU BROKE ME!” 

“(Y/N),” Steve whispered brokenly. Tears threatening to spill down his face.  

She inhaled and looked at him coldly, “Just don’t. This is my last mission for the Avengers indefinitely. I made sure of that.” (Y/N) began walking away, only stopping to pick up her water bottle. “After this mission Rogers, you’re going to officially be dead to me.”


Steve gripped the rails tighter as he looked out at the New York skyline. Could it be true? He knew that it was. If there was one thing (Y/N) never did while they were in a relationship was she never lied to him. But some inane part of him wanted to tell the rest of him that she was lying, in order to get the guilt feeling of his chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Rough night?”

He looked to his right and watched as Bucky walked towards the railing, a small smile on his face.

“Buck,” the other super soldier looked at Steve. “I have a question.” Bucky nodded. “(Y/N),” Steve started. “(Y/N), she said that she met up with you, at the HYDRA compound. 

Bucky nodded slowly.“When she walked into the conference room today, I couldn’t help but stop looking at her. I knew her from somewhere, every night I fall asleep and dream about this woman speaking so softly to me, I can never see her, I can never make out her face. Fuck, when she spoke Steve, it was like everything came back. Bits of information that she fed me about myself back then, about you.” Bucky shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face.

“You’re in love with her,” Steve acknowledged.

“Well she practically brought me back, how can I not be in love with her?” Bucky laughed. “I’m not in love with her Steve, but she helped me. Without her it could have taken forever for me to come back, or maybe never. 

“She spoke about me, huh?”

“She did, a lot,” Bucky groaned good-naturedly. “You could hear it you know? The love in her voice whenever she spoke about you. I’ve never heard anyone speak about anyone like that.”

“I screwed it up Buck.”

Bucky shook his head and clasped a hand on Steve’s shoulder and squeezed for a moment and returned his arm back to his side. “The love that she had for you is the kind of love that can last forever.” Bucky pulled out his wallet and pulled out two pictures. “She gave me this when I started remembering her,” he passed the first picture.

Steve looked at the image and he felt his heart clench. It was him, pre-serum and Bucky standing with ice cream cones in his hand standing somewhere in New York. “Look at the back.” Steve flipped the photo and saw (Y/N)’s familiar handwriting. On the back of the photograph it said: ‘This is one of Steve’s favourite moments with you. Look at this Bucky, remember this. Come back to Steve. Come back to your best friend.’ 

“She’s a bit pushy,” Bucky commented. “Really bossy.”

Steve laughed heavily, his throat closing up with emotion. “What’s the other photo?” 

Bucky hesitantly passed it to him, “I got this during one of her last visits. A guard came to check on me, she was almost caught. While I helped her hide, I may or may not have picked it from her pocket.” 

Steve looked at the second photo, this time a more modern one. It was him and (Y/N). Specifically him and (Y/N) on the couch, his head laying on her lap. He was looking up at her with a smile on his face, while she looked down at him with an equally great smile. Steve flipped the photo over. This time his heart hurt more than ever, he couldn’t help the tears streaming down his face, nor did he do anything to wipe them away. 

Bucky watched as Steve traced the photo and the writing over and over again. He watched as his best friend cry at what he lost. He knew the feeling, he knew what lost felt like. But then, he also knew that if someone believes enough in you, you can come back. 

“You’ll get her back.”

“Thanks, Buck.” 

“Anytime, pal.”


As Steve laid down on his bed, he carefully looked at the photo again, tracing their faces, her face. He turned off his light and cradled the photograph to his chest. As he fell asleep, his heart and mind echoed the words etched on the back of the photo. ‘My heart. My equal. My soul. My love.’

anonymous asked:

I remember when we first met… with Pride? <3 <3

His heart nearly leaped out of his chest when you opened your eyes. God, Pride was so happy to see your eyes. He tried his hardest to push the talk with your doctor to the back of his head, but it was still there. Looming as Pride grabbed your limp hand. “Mornin’, sleepyhead.” He mused quietly. “How d’ya feel?”

You breathed for a moment, trying to wake yourself up. But it was hard; every move you made felt as if you were wading through warm water. It was just making you more drowsy. “I’m okay.” You replied in a hoarse tone.

Pride smiled softly, the lump in his throat getting stronger when his eyes rose to the bandage wrapped around your head. He blinked and looked away, but then remembered the situation, so he turned back towards you. Your eyes were just barely opened. Pride wondered how much of him you can actually see and process. “I just wanted to tell you I love you, baby.” Pride said, and his voice was just above a whisper because the lump in his throat was getting too painful to speak any louder. “I remember when we first met…”

It took you a moment before the smallest smile appeared. “Through Gibbs.” You remembered, and Pride was grinning more than he should.

“That’s right, sweetheart. And I never did thank him for that. Because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Pride wasn’t even sure if you heard the second half of his sentence before your eyes closed, and your grip on his hand disappeared forever.

Drabbles are closed

monstacatz  asked:

Oh my god Frank Iero is a literal blessing to this world when I met him I was a nervous wreck but he was so sweet and understanding! And his voice is actually the best think I've ever heard holy hell like even when he's speaking it's 👌🏻

!! he is SO GOOD with nervous fans !! i remember one of the first times i met him i was like ok i want to give you a big embarrassing speech about how thankful i am for you and then i’ll never do it again ok,,, and i stuttered my way through it and he was so sweet and nice about it and i kept saying sorry because its an automatic reflex and he’s like,, no,, don’t say sorry,, every single time and i just :(

although honestly even when i’m not nervous he like looks really intensely into my eyes and does his Listening Face and i know he’s just trying to be polite and provide a High Quality Frank Iero Experience but honestly it makes me loose track of every single thought i’ve ever had and i cant take it

talk to me about frank

I GET SO STRESSED OVER HOW DEEP TAEHYUNG’S VOICE ACTUALLY IS BECAUSE HE HAS SUCH A CUTE FACE AND ACTS LIKE A TEN YEAR OLD CHILD A LOT BUT THEN HE SPEAKS AND YOU’RE LIKE HOLD THE FUCK UP

Newborn Princess CHAPTER 10

Summary: As Happy comes back from a late run he hears crying and finds a baby in a basket on his doorstep, with a letter saying that it was his. Will he raise the child or give it up. Eventual romance.

So this chapter is kind of short, but I hope you all like it. I have some writers block but the juices for this story are kind of flowin right now lol Just a reminder I hope you all remember the woman that Tiggy got pregnant cause there is some newssss!!

Newborn Princess Masterlist


“It’s a boy? Holy shit man congratulations.” Happy said as he smacked Tig on the back in cheers, “Yeah I’ll ask the nurse if I could bring him over.” Tig was in the chair of Happy’s hospital room, the little Lowman in his lap playing with ‘Bah’. “Don’t know why they won’t let me out of the hospital. I feel fine.” Happy grumbled in annoyance.

It’s been about five weeks since getting Natasha back and Happy was well…happy, that he had her back but now she had a new friend to play with and that friend was Tig’s new son, Noah. Tig was more than excited to hold his child but Beth, the mother of Noah wasn’t doing so hot and he hated to admit but Tig didn’t think she would live much longer. He didn’t love her, didn’t even find her attractive until he had some beers in his system but she was the mother of his son and it still stung to know that there was a chance that she wouldn’t make it. It was different for Hap and Natasha, she had a mother, where ever the hell she was but she had one. Noah might not have one and it hurt Tig but he would be the best parent he could be, he’d be what he wasn’t for Dawn and Fawn.

“You got the club behind you man.” Happy told Tig and the curly haired man nodded, then kissed Natasha on her head making her smile before leaning on him, her tiny arms trying to wrap themselves around him, “Ti-da.” She cooed. “She’s so gonna go with my son.” Tig smirked and Happy was about to speak but another voice cut him off.

“In your dreams Trager my son will have her swoonin’ in a second.” Kozik grinned as he took the little girl away from her other god father, “Zo Zo!” She cheered, “Hey princess.” Tig gave the blonde male a mock laugh, “Yeah right, more like she’ll come running to my son screaming that your son is a weirdo.”

Happy shook his head at the antics, “She ain’t gonna go with either of your damn kids, besides Kozik, you ain’t got a son.” Happy said as the blonde handed the Lowman his daughter. “About that.” Kozik started and Tig broke into laughter, “I guess it’s true what they say.” The two other men raised their brows and he continued, “That babies really do come in threes.”

Kozik sat on the chair beside the icy blue eyed man with a grunt, “I’ll have you two know that we’ve been talking for about a year now.”

“What?!” Tig and Happy both asked in shock, Natasha pouted at their loud voice and put her little hand on Happy’s mouth, “Shh.” She said and the three men laughed at her cutest, “No you hush baby.” Happy said kissing her nose and she wiggled happily then played with her octopus that Tig put in front of her. “Anyways what do you mean a year, you never told us.” Happy grumbled.

Kozik scratched the nape of her neck, “I know…I wanted to keep it between us, didn’t want shit flyin’ on her ya know? She’s awesome man, short, funny, hot as hell.” Kozik chuckled and Tig raised a brow, “You whipped?” Kozik groaned, “I ain’t whipped asshole I’m…”

“In love?” Happy asked with a smirk and Kozik looked away slightly red in the face, “She’s not bad.” Tig nodded, “What’s her name?” Kozik’s smile told the other men that he truly was in love and it was shocking since he was such a ladies man, “Acacia. Different but it fits her.” He told them and Tig nodded, “I like it.”

Happy nodded, “Sooo…is she pregnant?” Kozik shook his head, “Nah but I’m thinking about making her my Old Lady.” He smiled and Tig slapped him on the back, “Shit…then you’re stuck man.”

Kozik rolled his eyes, “Whatever, I love her, so what kill me.” Tig grabbed his knife, “Glad you finally asked.” He laughed when Kozik pushed him in the arm, “Stupid ass.” He grumbled. They all stopped when their was a knock on the door, “What.” Happy growled and the door opened revealing an older woman who wore pastel purple scrubs, her light blonde hair pulled into a loose bun, “Just here to check on you Mr. Lowman.” The woman sighed in annoyance and Happy scowled, damn I can’t stand this ugly bitch, he told himself mentally.

“Dim da bo!” Natasha said then smiled and the nurse gave her a fake smile to which Happy responded with a scowl, “I feel fine.” He told her and she sighed, “Just protocol Mr. Lowman.” She told him and Happy felt his jaw clench but he nodded anyways and stood up, letting the nurse lift up his shirt, checking his wounds. “Well it seems you are fine.”

“Thanks I get that a lot.” He joked yet a smile, or even a smirk, didn’t reach his face and the nurse just chuckled, “I don’t swing that way Mr. Lowman but, I think you are fine to be let out of the hospital.” Happy nodded then lowered his shirt when she stepped away, “You will still need your prescription meds and no riding just yet. So whenever you feel ready you may leave.” The nurse walked away not even returning his daughter’s wave, “Da?”

“Yeah she’s a bitch but guess what…Daddy can come home.” He grinned as he lifted up Natasha, “I’m signin’ out then I’m seein’ my nephew.” Happy said looking at Tig and the other two men nodded, “Sure thing brother.”


“What’s up little man?” Happy asked as he held Noah in his strong arms, their complexion in skin tones a giant difference, Happy’s dark tan skin compared to Noah’s snowy white skin. Happy looked at Beth who wore a small smile, “You did good little mama.” Happy winked at her and she gave a small laugh, “Yeah…he sure is cute.

Happy gave a nod and walked around the room gently bouncing his arms, his eyes looking down at the small newborn. Noah’s eyes were shut, and he had a head full of dark hair, which wasn’t surprising to any of them considering all the hair Tig had. His lips a light pink and pulled into a slight pout, his cheeks rosy as well and it made Happy smile as he remembered when he first got Natasha. “I remember when she was that small.” Happy mumbled but Tig heard, Beth’s voice speaking, “She’s beautiful can I hold her?” She smiled and Happy nodded, “Yeah, course you can.”

Tig stood up and handed the little girl into Beth’s arms, a big smile on the older woman’s face and it made Tig happy. Natasha looked up at Beth with slight confusion and wonder, “Hi I’m Beth.” She smiled and Happy glanced at Tig, the curly haired man looking at the scene with a small smile, his eyes slightly glossy. Beth, she looked bad but still happy as she stared down at Natasha, the young woman’s hand pushing back Natasha’s hair, “She’s beautiful.”

Beth looked over at Happy when he walked beside her, putting Noah in her free arm so she was holding both babies, and Tig laughed, “I so need a picture of this.” He said. Happy and Tig both took out their phones taking a picture of Beth, Noah and Natasha. “One more.” Happy smirked but right before he clicked a button to snap a pic his little girl leaned over kissing Noah on the forehead making Beth grin wide.

Kozik popped his head in the room after giving a small knock, “Ain’t that the cutest shit ever.” He laughed as he gentle rubbed Noah on the head, leaning down to kiss his god daughter on the head, “Hey Beth you look better.” He smiled at the woman, her skin pale from it’s usual sun kissed glow. She had light brown hair but it looked dull, her eyes though looked joyful and full of life as she looked at her three day old son and his new best friend. “Thanks. Aren’t they the cutest, they’re definitely going to be together I can see it now.”

Instead of battling and saying that his son would surely go with Natasha, he just nodded, “Yeah they are.” He smiled. Noah pouted and began to cry but Natasha put her hand on his cheek, making a hushing sound, “Awe!” She cooed and Happy took his girl, “Shh baby don’t say that. Well he must be hungry so we’ll leave ya three.” Kozik nodded and Beth waved, “Thank you.”

Happy winked, “No problem, see ya brother.” Natasha hugged her octopus happily but the second she noticed that they were leaving her friend she pouted, “N-no. Dada no no.” She pouted and he poked her cheek, “Don’t worry we’re gonna go meet the woman that’s gonna carry your other best friend.” Kozik raised a brow, “Who’s that?” Happy chuckled, “You’re gonna introduce us to your fiance.”

Kozik gasped in shock making the little girl giggle, “I am?”

“Yup we gotta see that baby mama.” Happy smirked and Kozik smiled, “Yeah you’re right, it’s like Tig said, babies come in threes.”


Babies coming in threes is something my grandma and mom always said and I think it’s true because my sister just had her baby in December, my cousin is about to pop in a month and now my other cousin’s girl is pregnant lol so I believe they come in threes lol Just wanted to clear that up :)

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Word Count: 1150

Warnings: None

A/N: I’m excited about this one, guys! Get ready!


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I remember her black round eyes that shone like oasis in a deserted crowd and her smooth hair that flew freely when the wind blew gently on her skin. I remember her melodious laugh and her coffee-stained breath that conquered the atmosphere when she spoke. I remember her dulcet smile as she asked for favors and her clumsy steps as she made her way through the corridor. I remember how she always wore black yet still brought all the colors with her and how she used to bounce like a seven-year old girl whenever she hears the song of her favorite boy band. I remember her words that glowed brighter than the sun and how she could speak of hope in a lot of different languages.

Then I remember her scarlet cheeks that grew redder than the roses on the bouquets that young ladies receive on Valentine’s day as she held her phone while talking to him. I remember her mellifluous voice as she sang love songs that she just heard for the first time.I remember her summery touch when we walked and when asked why all of a sudden she became so cuddly, she’d just smiled playfully. And when I looked at her face, I saw his name vandalized on it. I remember how she wrote thousands of letters and poems all dedicated to the man she handed her heart to and even when I warned her about the possible ending, she just looked at me with a gentle smile and said, “It’s okay.”

Lastly, I remember her flooded eyes as she spent another night waiting for a presence she never felt. I remember how she hid in the darkness as she draw another scar on her skin. I remember how her voice sounded like a requiem and how her lips forgot to curve into a smile she used to give away. I remember how her hands were always shaking violently and how her stares became so empty. I remember how she tilted her head as she looked for her lost flame that burned her beauty into ashes. I remember how she lost herself over a love that she thought she found. I remember her regret. I remember her agony. I remember how badly she wanted to turn back everything so that she could go back to how she used to be.

I wish I could go back in time to save her but now all I could do is to remember her.