SHORTS-SHORTS

anonymous asked:

okay I can't stop thinking about mute!neil and neilsexy mentioned something in her tags on your last post about how this would change the entire interaction with the FBI and was curious is you had Thoughts on the matter

I cant find the exact reblog but i remember reading them and yes, of course, i have Thoughts on the matter i always have Thoughts on everything

  • so while neil does know enough asl to communicate w/ people like cashiers and stuff, but not a lot of people sign 
  • so when he first gets pulled in for interrogation, they have a translator and andrew just looks at the girl and says “she has no reason for being here. she won’t understand what he is saying.”
  • but they make her stay and within the first couple sentences neil signs she just leaves the room and says, “that’s bullshit, i have no idea what the hell he is trying to say”

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anonymous asked:

So Bucky Barnes has nightmares, right? And there are a whole bunch of blurbs about you calming him down after them, but what about when you have a nightmare? How do you think he would react?

Originally posted by sebastianstahp

He knows what it’s like. He knows what it’s like to wake up absolutely terrified, having no idea where you are, sweating like you were in an oven, muscles clenched so tight they felt as if they would snap. But for him, watching you cling to the sheets like someone was trying to take you from him was the hardest part.

His immediate reaction is to wake you up as quickly as possible, but he knows he can’t do that. He has to wait it out, wait until you’re scared enough that you wake yourself up, and it breaks his heart every damn time. 

But he always seems to know when the night terror is coming to an end, your face relaxes just a little bit and your toes uncurl. When he sees this, he knows it’s okay to touch you, to comfort you, hold you close.

“Baby,” He’d whisper softly, his hands rubbing over your arms. There’s always a chance that you’ll jerk awake and become violent, but he’s always there to calm you down, assure you that you’re here and you’re safe. 

“I got you, you’re okay, you’re okay.” He repeats over and over again when you wake, gasping for air, tears already streaming down your cheeks. 

Your broken sobs are too much for him and he always seems to be near tears at that point as well, “Baby, Baby, please. I’m right here, I got you. You’re safe, I got you.” 

And he’ll pull you onto his lap, pressing your small hand against his metal arm because you like to follow the grooves and ridges with your fingers. He knows it calms you and he doesn’t even care that his arm is one of his biggest insecurities because you’re all he can think about in that moment. 

You’re all he ever really thinks about.