and he made cap what he is now

Wrong Loves Her Company (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I’m still a little sick and this weekend was crazy so it took me long than normal to finish this. This just a drabble, so it’s a little shorter than normal. Also, this part is based off the assumption that you’ve read part 6  so if you haven’t, I would read it so certain things make more sense. The finale (part 7) will be coming out on Sunday. I’m not ready, but it’s going to be long and angsty. I hope this holds you over until then. Also this is from Dylan’s POV, if I didn’t already mention that. Love you always, babes.

Thanks to: @writing-obrien

Warning: Oral

Word Count: 2612

Part 1-6 [Here]:

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Left Behind

Originally posted by multi-fandom-imagines13


Summary: Request-  May I request? It’s quite angsty and the scenario is where the reader, Winter Soldier and Captain America are in a life threatening situation, in which only two of them can make it out alive so the reader devises a plan - Prompt line: “You have to trust me on this one” that requires her to stay behind and get killed. The other two don’t realize what the reader has done till it’s too late.

Warnings/Themes: Angst, Panic, Implication of character death, cussing

Author’s Note: I’m not lying when I say that I wrote this at 2am in the morning. This has not been checked for errors, so woops. Enjoy some angst and bad fluency!

Word Count: 2,270 words

Y/N = Your Name

”Making my way to the front of the compromised helicarrier. (Y/N), Buck, do you guys copy?”

“Got it Cap. How many are you seeing, Bucky?”

“Three by the looks of it.”

You were looking for a bomb, the reason unknown to you. The problem was- it was designed so compactly that it would’ve been the size of a fucking lipstick tube and no one would know.

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gamwilliams  asked:

Your Ushijima and Daichi post is beautiful 😭 I love those two together, and your art is so wonderful - this has really made my day! Thank you for blessing us! Who's your favourite character to draw btw?

Thank you so much! ;; I really appreciate it!! And again, thank you for blessing me with this lovely message! (*≧▽≦) I hope you have a super great week! 

Hm, my favourite character to draw (surprise!) is probably Futakuchi lmao. I drew him a lot last year and now he comes so naturally…!  

toy-flower  asked:

You mention that Steve's got social anxiety in some of your posts. That's super interesting to me bc he seems so independent and confident otherwise like he'll tell you exactly what he thinks of your moral stance. and do you think any of his isolation comes from that anxiety or is it simply just one of his coping mechanisms for his ptsd?

Oh, Steve’s anxiety has been there from day one, especially when he’s in a situation where he is very uncomfortable. He fidgets, he fake-laughs, he - when tiny - has a habit of smoothing his fringe, he babbles around women he likes (that whole “I got beat up there, there, there” conversation. Oh Steve, sweetie, no).

In many cases, anxiety can be triggered by your surroundings and the way people treat you. First big trigger is the fact that Steve would have grown up during the Great Depression, in a time when the poorest got poorer and were shafted time and time again. They would be struggling for work, for money, even for food, especially in New York with such a huge population, which is bound to be a high-pressure environment.

And then there’s the fact that Steve was disabled. He had so many illnesses that would have marked him out as different. He was used to being considered weak and helpless. Look at all the times he tells Bucky he can fend for himself and that he doesn’t need help, something he has clearly said over and over again. He doesn’t want to be the burden that he considers himself. There’s a lot of self-loathing wrapped up in it. He doesn’t feel like he’s worth anything unless he can be useful and do something.

It was much clearer when he was skinny!Steve, the stubborn little mook from Brooklyn, before he ended up a superhero. Watch the scene before he goes out on the stage as Cap for the first time, his uncertainty and expressing his nervousness and looking fearful. Watch his expression when he gets on the stage for the first time.

That’s where the change happened: Cap is a role for him. Cap is big and strong and no-nonsense. Cap punched Hitler. Cap is a hero. Cap will call you out when he thinks your morals are in question.

The trouble is that while Cap has some of Steve’s traits, Cap isn’t Steve. Cap is the idealised version. Cap is what Steve aspires to be and he wears the name like his mask. Cap is how he thinks he should be and what he wanted to be. Cap will never be treated like he’s fragile. Cap can survive anything you can throw at him. Cap can get smashed off buildings and get up and keep going without complaint (even if he’s probably bleeding internally). Cap can stand up to anyone and not end up bleeding in a back alley.

Steve, on the other hand, is the man who goes and hides in a bombed out pub to cry about his dead friend, so no one can see him being weak. Steve is the man who, when confronted with someone asking about the ice, retreats behind his mask again.  He does it time and again and he only lets people see the real him when he trusts them. Peggy and Bucky could see right through him, but they knew him before the serum and they knew exactly where his issues stemmed from. Sam and Nat definitely got there in CA:TWS, along with Wanda in CA:CW.

Tony, though… I feel bad for Tony, because he’s friends with Cap, but he just doesn’t get Steve at all. He doesn’t see that so many of Steve’s issues come down to his past, who he was, what he lived through before the serum. There’s a degree of privilege going on there (Manhattan millionaire versus a poorly sick Irish son of the Great Depression), plus there’s probably the fact Howard Stark never bothered to mention much about Steve’s backstory aside from “small and skinny and I made him sexy”.

But back to Steve: it all stems from the fact that Steve remembers when he was considered (and more specifically considered himself) useless and worthless and no matter that he’s now a superhero, that’s not something he can forget. He holds onto the Cap mantle so fiercely because it let him feel worthwhile and useful. Steve isolates himself by hiding himself and his many, many issues. The PTSD definitely doesn’t help, because of his tendency to hide when he’s hurting because of that whole “don’t need help” self-loathing issue he’s had since day one.

“The fuck are you wearing ?” - Wolverine x Reader

I saw a deleted scene from Reel Steel where Hugh Jackman is shirtless and then puts on a shirt, and besides the fact that he’s incredibly sexy, I couldn’t help but think…”What the fuck is he wearing ?” cause that shirt is…I don’t know I just find it funny. So…Here we go with a short and shitty Wolverine thing, because…Yeah. Boom, here, hope you’ll like it

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It was still rather early in the morning when you felt Logan’s side of the bed shift, and you groan as he slipped the arm that was under your head away, and stood up. You slowly opened one eye. In the light of the rising sun, you could see his naked silhouette gathering some clothes from his wardrobe. Damn he looked good. You wanted him to come back to bed…

-Logan, honey, it’s like - you quickly looked at your alarm clock- 6 am…Oh my god it’s 6 fucking am ! It’s Sunday, and you’re up at 6 am. The Hell is wrong with you ? 

You heard him chuckle as he put on some boxers and pants. You gave him a disappointed pout, because you wanted to check him out some more, and he just smiled at you, giving you one of his sexy wink he reserved for you only.

-I promised Cap’ we’d go on a motorcycle ride today, road trip you know. So we can talk about old times and such. 

You rolled your eyes to the sky, but couldn’t help the smile creeping on your face. To the surprise of many, the Wolverine was actually a great friend. Once you went threw his layers of being a bit rough and broody and a “lone wolf”, he was great to be around. He was always there for his close one, and if someone needed him, wether it was to talk, get drunk, or just hang out…He was up for it. Still, you sometime had trouble sharing. 

-Alright old man, alright. Can’t you promise to do things in the afternoon though ? I was so up for a lazy morning full of sex…

-He wants to go to a place that is far, gotta leave early. 

-And you completely overlooked my comment about sex…

-Well, yeah, because if I don’t, I’m not gonna leave, and I promised. I try to keep my promises you know sweetheart…

You were now sitting on his side of the bed, your legs dangling on the edge, and he laid his hand on each side of your thighs, bending down to kiss you quickly…which turned into a passionate kiss as you grip the back of his neck and pulled him toward you. He almost lost his balance and collapse on you, but he escaped your grip. 

-I’m serious Y/N. Steve hasn’t felt great lately, he needs this trip. I’ll make it up to you tonight. 

-You better. 

With another wink, he grabbed a random shirt from his wardrobe and put it on…

You had a bad habit of stealing his clothes to sleep. Like right now, you were wearing one of his button up flannel shirt. It was just so comfy. But what he had on his back at this instant… Well that was definitely a shirt you will never stole from him.

-What the fuck are you wearing Lo’ ? 

-Whatever do you mean ? 

-Exactly what I just said, what is that ? Looks like you stole Fred Flintstones’ favorite shirt. It’s like…some sort of tank top mixed with a button up shirt…and it has…a tie attached to it…What is it ? Why are you wearing it ?

-It’s just a shirt…

-For real though, what the Hell…Why does it have a tie…Couldn’t it made its damn mind about what it is ? It can’t be more than one type of shirt at the same time ! 

-Y/N, it’s just a shirt. Get over it. 

-No, it’s the ugliest shirt I’ve ever seen. You can’t go out like this. 

-I was gonna put my leather jacket on it anyway. 

-Oh God, even worse. You know me Logan, I don’t really care about clothes and such…but…even I have my limits. that thing is an atrocity. Like it shouldn’t exist. 

-Don’t you think you’re over-doing it Y/N ? It’s not that bad.

-Oh trust me it is. Look at yourself in the mirror, for real, it’s so weird. 

He rolled his eyes and went to your shared bathroom to look at himself. There was a short silence before he came back.

-Alright, you’re right, it’s ugly as fuck. 

-Right ? A monstrosity ! We should burn it. 

He smiled and took it off. You gave his pecs and abs an appreciative look. The man was muscular, and you totally had a thing for his coarse  black chest hair. 

-I don’t even know where I got it, where it comes from. 

-Straight from Hell that’s where it comes from. Created by Satan himself for soulless rednecks ! 

-Ok, I know it’s ugly, but you’re really overreacting. You’re so dramatic.

-I’m so not. Just look at it. Even on you it doesn’t look good, and you can totally pull off anything, any look. Or so I thought. 

He picked up a plain black shirt and put it on, and smirked at you. 

-I look good in everything eh ? 

-Well, duh. You’re incredibly handsome buddy. Even the baggiest jeans make your ass look great. And I’ve seen you in terribly ugly leotard and still look sexy as fuck. 

He smiled and bend down to kiss you again, this time letting you slip your hand under his shirt and feel him a bit. He had to summon all of his will to pull away from you. 

-I think you look great in everything. You’re the one that’s beautiful. Especially when you’re wearing my clothes, turns me on every time. I’m not gonna lie, I have to resist a helluva lot not to tear your clothes away and take you right now…

-Oh yeah ? 

-Yeah, you look damn good in my shirt.  

-Well, in all of them…but the one made by Satan that you threw on the floor.

-Oh my God just let it go bub ! 

-I’ll let it go once it’ll be destroyed so that no one can witness what I just saw. I’ve seen some shit in my life, but that…

He smiled, and with a quick peck on your lips stood straight again. He picked the “shirt made by Satan” from the floor, and shoved it into his backpack. 

-I’ll ask Cap’ to help me destroy it. We never know, might be booby trapped by Lucifer, might need some back-up. 

-Oh good thinking babe, it could be. Be careful my love, and come back to me in one piece. Don’t let the shirt win. 

He laughed. A genuine huge thunderous laugh that resonated in your shared bedroom. Oh he loved you. You were the only one that could have made a scene like that about a simple shirt (mind you, it really was ugly), and not annoy him to Hell. On the contrary, he thought you and you’re antics were hilarious. Just when he thought he couldn’t love you more, you pulled this kind of things on him…You were too awesome, so much better than him and though he wasn’t a religious man, he often thanked God for the day he put you on his way. If you knew he was thinking that you were too good for him though, you’d probably have punch him. You hated when he talked like that, because he was as good to you as you were to him. There was no Y/N without Wolverine. And not a day passed without you thinking about how lucky you were too. 

He gave you one last kiss, and left, a huge smile on his lips. 

-Love you princess. 

-Love you too old man. 

You went back to sleep. You spent your day chilling with your best friend Storm, and telling the story of a shirt you were sure was cursed. She laughed so hard, you had a talent to make people laugh. You spent quite a pleasant day with your friends, though you were eagerly waiting for your man to return. 

Turned out, the shirt helped Captain America relax. Logan told him about what you said, and it made Steve Rogers laugh like never before…besides, he thought too that it was the ugliest thing he ever seen. When they took a break from their ride to eat something, they burned the shirt to a crisp, laughing about how they just saved humanity from it. It was a good day for both of you.

And even a better one when Logan came home to you, where you were waiting for him, naked, a look in your eyes that turned him into the most lustful man on Earth. Beautiful or not, the shirt he wore that day was tore to shred by your eagerness, and you forgot about everything as the two of you made passionate love to each other. Great fucking day indeed. 

Worry

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve
Words:  981

This is just a little one shot I thought of randomly. It’s polyamorous…again (I have problems). 

A/N: If you want to be tagged in anything, let me know.



          You were pacing the floor of the floor of Stark Tower where your room was. You kept checking your phone for the time, texts, or calls. But the time was creeping and you still hadn’t heard a thing about the mission.

           Dating Steve Rogers, Captain America, had proven to be one of the most rewarding and terrifying relationships of your entire life. Also dating Bucky Barns, the Winter Soldier, had doubled the worry you faced when the Avengers went out on a mission.

           The guys were best friends. You had never imagined having two boyfriends. You had never imagined they would actually share. And you would have never imagined that they hadn’t once had an argument over the odd relationship the three of you were in.

           When your cell phone finally vibrated, you looked down to see that it was Natasha calling, not one of the boys.

           “Nat, are they okay?” you asked, panicking.

           “They’re going to be just fine,” she said, “They’re heros and you know how they get. They want to save everyone and save each other.”

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Jungkook Scenario: With All My Heart.

Request:  Hey! Please write a scenario with Jungkook in which you and him are a couple and let s say your financial situation wasn’t that good and on anniversaries you bought him not expensive but still cute gifts while he always spoiled you with beautiful presents and you felt uncomfortable cause you don’t want to make him think youre with him just because he had money.🙏💗

Genre: Fluff / Romance


Everything was set, you were giving the last touches to Jungkook’s gift, you’d placed it into a sleek black box with so much care and enthusiasm, it held a lot of meaning to you even if it was simple, but you guessed the simplicity of it was what made it the more special. You closed the box and tied the thin red ribbon on top with a huge smile on your lips. Now you only needed to get ready and make sure the dinner didn’t get burned, oh that would be so bad.

Giggling to yourself you placed Jungkook’s gift on your bed, going for a quick check up at the kitchen before showering. Jungkook had suggested to go out but you had insisted in doing something for him, it would make the day much more special and you wanted to do the effort to spoil your boyfriend as much as you could because Jungkook was always doing so many things for you, he just deserved it.

You got out of the bathroom after blow drying your hair and put on a red silky dress that Jungkook gifted you a few days ago, so what a better occasion to wear than your third anniversary? It was a fancy and fine piece of clothing that you absolutely didn’t want to know the price but were sure it was much more than you could currently pay for yourself. Your bank account had seen better times and you weren’t currently making much money, but it was ok, you were decided to manage the situation the best you could if only for pursuing your dream, being an artist meant a lot to you and these kind of bumps along the road weren’t about to make you feel bad about your decision.

Things weren’t that bad, you had just managed to cook a full dinner to your boyfriend, got a nice deal for the wine and also prepared a special gift for him, and alright, the gift was for free because you made it yourself but it didn’t make it less special, right? You looked at the box by the corner of your mattress, suddenly doubting, you’d put your heart into that gift, a full load of love and dedication into making it so it was enough, Jungkook was going to like it.

You took the gift box with you and went to get the table ready, the food was smelling deliciously and Jungkook wasn’t going to take much to arrive. As if on cue with your thoughts, the doorbell rang and that was definitely him. You almost jumped excited, and walked to the door with your heart fluttering, already anticipating Jungkook’s hug.

–Hi there gorgeous – your boyfriend said with that melodious voice of his, standing in your doorway while looking extremely attractive, dressed all black and his dark hair parted to the side. Sometimes you couldn’t believe your luck.

–Jungkook, hi – you bit onto your lower lip because you just couldn’t help yourself.

–These are for you – Jungkook was holding a bouquet of beautiful red roses for you, smiling pleased with the expression on your face. Then he pulled you closer to him, with his arm sneaking around your waist and his lips landed on yours with longing. –And this… is for you too–

You laughed against his lips, thankfully his kisses were for you only because god, did he know how to leave a girl trembling with those.

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Sneak Peek O.O

Jeff gasps and then groans, he pushing you back down and grinding against your core.

“Please,” you pant. “I need- I need you.”

But Jeff freezes before groaning, he carefully settling his weight atop of you and hiding his face there in your neck. “Shit,” he mumbles. 

“Um. Jeff..?”

It takes him a second, but eventually he says, “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

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WHAT ARE YOU GUYS MAKING ME WRITE?! LMFAO.

I TOLD YOU I DON’T WRITE SMUT, BUT THIS PROMPT SOMEHOW SNOWBALLED INTO THE BEGINNINGS OF SMUT..? I NEED TO GO TO SLEEP. WRITING THIS HAS MADE ME UNCOMFORTABLE, BUT ALSO PROUD IN A WAY. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE?

AND WHY AM I STILL TALKING IN CAPS?!?!

I think now I’m nervous. I’ve never written anything like this before.

anonymous asked:

I was aware of the controversy surrounding Nick Spencer, but I had never actually cracked open one of his issues, but GOD DAMN WHAT?? What in God's name is even happening in his story??

Well. He decided to turn cap into a secret Nazi. And he tried to back peddle by saying
a) Hydra aren’t Nazis (they are)
B) attacking Nazis in real life “Is bad we should be civil. No one deserves a hit :(”
C) “trust me I’m going somewhere”

But now turns out the story of cap being a Nazi just made him EXTRA Nazi by saying the Allies altered the TRUE timeline wth a Cosmic Cube where the Axis powers won WW2, Cap was always a Hydra agent so the Steve we knew and loved was a fake (yknow the Steve created by two Jewish men).
So.
Yeah.
(Also the writing in general is kinda crappy and he has big gaping plotholes and thinhs that don’t even make sense like how does Nazi Steve remember real Steve when its not a brain wash itsa compete alteration of time? )
I’d say to maybe avoid main titles post 2012 and read Squirrel Girl or the Star Wars comics. Or just watch Avengers Assemble.

Lost in a World of Color (2)

Summary: Now meeting he soulmate Y/N is faced with a decision. Take a leap and follow love, or be a responsible adult and move forward.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak, Reader

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Rated M

Warnings” Panic attack and language

Catch up here: Part one

Word Count: 2,626

A/N: Thanks again @impala-dreamer for looking over this! I am really loving the series, and I hope y’all are enjoying it!

Originally posted by ilivetolovetolearn


Blue, grey, greens, and browns were all you could stare at in total awe as Sam continued to look at you. His chestnut colored hair even caught your attention as it laid against the white and blue tiles of the diner. You should really be trying to get off of him, but you can’t bare to do that. Being on top of this man just feet right. As soon as your world erupted into color, you knew this was the place you wanted to always be.

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Namjoon Scenario: As You Are.

Request: Can I get a angst/(and maybe fluff) scenario w/ Namjoon? Namjoon and the reader have been dating before bts’ debut, however the reader decides to suddenly break up right before his debut and uses the excuse that their relationship will get in the way of his career. Now, in present day, they coincidentally meet up again some how and Namjoon finds out she broke up w/ him cuz she had been diagnosed w/ some sort of debilitating disease and didn’t want to be a burden (she’s still suffering from it in present day). The ending is up to you.

Genre: Fluff / Drama


– Y/N? – you told yourself to keep your cool, but Namjoon’s voice was even greater than you remembered,  thrilling a rush of memories to come back.

You held onto your umbrella’s handle to ground yourself, Namjoon was standing there in front of you in flesh and bone, looking at you with a mix of surprise and confusion.

–Namjoon…– last time you saw him in person, you couldn’t look at his eyes because if you did, then you were going to fail and say the complete opposite of what you wanted to, your ex boyfriend always made you a little nervous inside because he was just so handsome, you sometimes couldn’t really think straight. But you met his eyes this time, and he was observing you all over, maybe noticing the little changes here and there on you, maybe wondering what had been of you, did he even think about you now?

You had gone to that exhibition only to accompany a friend, but she messaged you that she couldn’t make it, so you were outside wondering what to do now when you saw Namjoon coming, part of his face was covered with a scarf and a cap but you would have recognized him anywhere. You tried to make yourself invisible but your neon red umbrella didn’t help much with that.

–Hi… I thought it was you so I had to get close and confirm it by myself– he laughed softly, pulling down his scarf a little so his voice didn’t sound muffled. You felt the usual endearment that Namjoon’s smile caused in you and it hurt, because the sensation was too familiar yet foreign now with all the time that had passed.

You smiled softly, still unsure of what to do. –Well, it’s really me… hi Joonie – the usual nickname escaped your lips before you could really refrain yourself.

It had been ages since Namjoon heard your calling him that, it felt nice, and he never noticed he missed it until you pronounced it again. Now he felt somehow lucky of letting Hoseok and Jimin drag him to that place.

He couldn’t look anywhere else, you were still the same, yet so different at the same time. He observed you holding your red umbrella and noticed how you looked paler than before, your hair was shorter, you were skinnier and overall, looking more fragile than the last time he saw you, but you still had the same pretty and flirty smile that could lure him in.

He had so many things left to tell you, back in the day you broke up with him he’d been just to frozen and surprised to manage to say even the slightest of coherent things, and as days passed he’d tried to contact you to no avail and Namjoon’ thought he’d moved on, he’d gotten himself busy, successful, yet seeing you again proved that you still had an effect on him. One of the last things you said was that your relationship just couldn’t be, that he would have too many things to take care of and it would get on the way of his work, that you weren’t going to be the one ruining his dream for him, that you weren’t going to be the burden on his back and those words still haunted him.

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random-fireworks  asked:

“You smell really nice.” + Wincest + nostalgia :)

ooh this was a good one! 263 words.

“You smell really nice,” Dean says and it’s a grumble and he’s been thinking it for the last half day, for at least, twenty miles but especially since Sam opened the window. The cool breeze sweeps through all that hair, brushes the scent and the sweetness right into Dean’s face. It itches his brain, scratches out memories he can’t place, vague foggy things he stretches into to no avail. “Like, uh, like something I can’t get hold of. What is that?”

Sam turns slow-motion commercial-pretty, wind in his hair, white white smile no less dazzling for all the placation. “It’s the shampoo,” he says, and he might as well be saying it flipping his hair ad holding a bottle aloft because that’s what Dean sees.

The answer’s meaningless anyway, so Dean raises his eyebrows, waits for more.

Sam rolls his eyes, gives in, runs his hand through his hair. “The shampoo. Y'know, white bottle, gold cap?”

It floods back, a hundred motel rooms at least and Sam made that bottle last, stretched it out from seventeen to eighteen. Cost more than the rooms themselves in some cases. Dean used it once or twice but it smelled better on Sam and anyway, he took it with him when he -

“They still make that?”

“Yeah, man. It’s a hundred-fucking-dollars a bottle now.”

“You didn’t.”

“Shell out? God, no.”

“Atta boy,” Dean beams.

Sam rolls his eyes but shuffles closer, lets his fragrant head fall on Dean’s shoulder. He’s got more hair now than then but Dean’s sure he’s going to make it last again.

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They Don’t Know

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

@blameitonssamd OMG OMG OMG OMG Congrats babe!! Do you think you can write me something super fluffy and cute with me and Simon Daddy? I’m leaving the rest up to you. Just make our daddy so cute that it hurts.

Thank you babe! I’m sorry if this took long. I want to make it perfect for you and I am worried because it may not be ‘super fluffy and cute’, but I hope you’ll still like it. ily~

Summary: When your parents saw you talking with Hyukwoo, they thought that he was your boyfriend. They insisted on you bringing him to your family dinner. The man seated alone in his chair watched the scene unfold, and he’s not very happy.

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The air was thick with silence inside Hyukwoo’s car. He was behind the steering wheel, you were riding shotgun, and Kiseok took the backseat.

You stole a quick glance at him through the rear-view mirror as you gripped your seatbelt that ran diagonally on your upper body. The scowl on his face was getting darker each second that passed by. When he saw you looking at him, he flicked his eyes away and set his scowl deeper as if it could be engraved on his facial bones.

The fact that you were sitting beside Hyukwoo didn’t help, but what can you do? He was the one who shut and locked the doors of the backseat before you could go inside.

Hyukwoo gulped as he stared at the road. He hadn’t been moving his head since the three of you left your restaurant, and you’re worried he might strain his neck with the lack of movement.

You leaned the side of your head on the window, sighing, and recalled the events that led up to this predicament.

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Okay so I don’t know if someone has talked about that yet but this morning I thought about it so here it is.

From what I know and remember, it has been said, by the Russos and/or Renner, that Clint had mostly joined team Cap because “he was the first to ask”. It had always kind of bugged me, and now I’m convinced that Clint had actually been against the Sokovia Accords all along.

The gifset I made is here to proove my point. First I want to say that I know most people think Clint was already retired, and I agree that it might be the case. During Age of Ultron, he says, through a metaphora about house renovations, that battling Ultron is his “last project”. Then, he went back to his family and hasn’t been shown to come back, though being still in touch with at least Natasha.

But remember when Laura says “Then you’ll find another part of the house to tear apart”? Sure, Clint says after that that it’s his last project, but the fact that Laura mentions that she knows he’ll find something else after the current situation means he’s done that already. The very fact that he comes out of retirement to help Cap is a proof that he can’t stop, he always needs to help. But yes, maybe Clint went into retirement back then, right after Ultron. Makes sense considering he was to be a dad not long after. But then… Why would Steve ask if Clint signed the SA? If he’s already retired, he isn’t an Avenger anymore and don’t need to sign them. So this is where my theory (because let’s face it, that’s a theory and no less) lands, Clint didn’t retire after Ultron. He took vacations, some paternity leave maybe, but didn’t leave the Avengers for good.

Now I’d like to come back to the gifs. In the ones on the left, Secretary Ross mentions that if you don’t sign the Accords, or if you do something that doesn’t please the ones in charge, then you’re send to retirement. And on the right, Natasha mentions that Clint “says he’s retired”. Now if we consider he was already retired, there’s nothing about it. But if you consider he wasn’t, then it means something else entirely.

Clint says he’s retired. What a strange choice of words from Natasha. She doesn’t say he consider it’s not his business, nor that he puts his family first. She doesn’t say he’s signed nor that he hasn’t. She doesn’t say “You know he’s retired”. No she specifically quotes him saying “I’m retired”. Exactly what happens when you don’t sign. Now one can only imagine Clint asking Natasha what happens if he disagree, and upon hearing the answer, saying something like “Then I’m retired.”

I’ve seen a lot of people saying that Wanda is the reason he’s team Cap and I agree with them, but I also think that he wouldn’t have been that involved if he hadn’t share Cap’s opinion. Getting out of retirement, compromising himself, risking not to see his family (including a baby possibly not one year old yet) only because someone “asked first” doesn’t makes sense to me.

(++ When Tony comes to the Raft, Clint welcomes him with a great speech that includes “He knows what’s best for you, whether you like it or not”. Wait a minute. Knowing what’s best for someone, making them do things they might not want? Doesn’t that sound like what the Sokovia Accords are proposing? Yes it does. That’s a clear criticism of Tony agreeing with the Accords and what they imply, that would seem a little off coming from someone who came because “Cap asked first”. Clint isn’t some guy you feel with your opinion and he takes it, he makes his own opinions and he’s clearly against the Accords.)

So yes, things works well without this theory, but it had always bugged me, and I think it had always bugged some other Clint fans, so I tried to think about why it bugged me so much. I think I might have found it. At least it works for me.

Night Terrors

A/N: Lol guess who faceplanted into a new fandom?  Enjoy some angsty Teddy/Billy post “Young Avengers and Runaways.”

           The pain in Billy’s ears helped. When they’d gotten back to the safety of Cap’s underground base, Teddy had helped him put antiseptic on the perforations, and Billy had made a crack about hey, at least he didn’t have to shell out money to get his ears pierced now. But it was hard to focus. Iwanttobeallright, he tried to mumble, but he didn’t want to say it when Teddy might hear and get the idea into his head that maybe Billy wasn’t all right. Then he’d worry, and Teddy seriously did not deserve to be worrying right now. Not after what he’d been through.

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its-a-goddamn-heartbreak  asked:

I've been missing Gang 1, so I was wondering if you could do the old 'sick at the cinema' trope for Eden and Jude? Maybe one of them is feeling off but goes because they know how much the other wants to see the film? (also in memory of the post that went round for ages about how bad it is to throw up popcorn...)

A/N: I have been missing Gang 1 too, so thank you for this prompt! I can’t even remember how many ‘sick at the cinema’ fics I’ve read (probably too many) but I always forget how much I love it! 😍  So I really really hope you enjoy, because I really loved writing this one! 


Jude was in a hurry. 

He’d promised he’d meet Eden outside the cinema at quarter to six, which was cutting it fine after his mentor meeting at the school he was on placement at. But Eden very rarely wanted to go to the cinema – normally it was too crowded, with too many things that had the potential to trigger his anxiety. Yet he’d really wanted to see this new horror comedy film and Jude knew how much it meant to him, so they’d arranged to go to a midweek showing, in the hope that it might not be so busy. Jude had even made it sure to have all his planning done so he wouldn’t have to stress about it as soon as the film was finished.

Jude’s stomach was grumbling with hunger as he left the school. It’d been a long and busy day, so he ducked into a shop just outside the subway station and grabbed something that he could easily eat and assuage the rumbles of his belly. When seated on the subway train he ripped open the lid of the pack of sushi and stuffed a whole tuna maki into his mouth and chewed fiercely. He only had four stops, so he had to eat fast. He caught the eye of the woman opposite him in the compartment as he shoved one of the salmon rolls into his mouth and struggled to chew, blushing slightly.

He’d managed to finish the packet, which he disposed of into the bin as he exited onto the platform, then headed for the escalator up onto the main street, checking the time on his watch. He quickened his pace, he didn’t want to leave Eden hanging about on his own at the cinema.

Eden was smiling as Jude rushed up to him, and Jude noticed that Eden was wearing his black shirt that he wore when he wanted to look smart.

“Sorry I’m late,” Jude panted as he reached Eden. “You look wonderful Ede.” Jude felt vastly dishevelled as he gave Eden a quick peck on the cheek, which flushed pink as Eden grinned.

“I bought tickets for us already,” Eden said, struggling to hold back a grin. “I know you’ve had to run, I thought it might help.”

“Oh thank you,” Jude slipped his hand into Eden’s as they began to walk towards the escalator up to the higher levels.

“We’re in screen six,” Eden told him, checking the tickets, “which I think is on the third floor. I was thinking about getting some popcorn!” Jude was surprised, and happy, that Eden was so upbeat and confident about this cinema trip. “How about we get half and half?” Eden suggested as they stood in the little shop before the screen; Jude loved sweet popcorn, but Eden preferred salted, so Jude knew this was him compromising.

“Yeah, I’m up for trying that!” Jude nodded, feeling himself beginning to relax after the stress of getting from placement to cinema.

As they’d anticipated for a midweek showing, there was about twelve other people in the theatre screen, and they had the pick of the seats they wanted. They settled in roughly the middle of the seats as the trailers began. Eden propped the popcorn on his knee and slipped his hand back into Jude’s, resting it onto the arm rest in between.

“How was your day?” Eden whispered, leaning his head across and onto Jude’s shoulder.

“Busy,” Jude answered lowly, “I’m just glad to be here with you.”

“Aaw,” Eden kissed the side of his face gently. “I love when we get to spend time just the two of us.”

“Me too,” Jude squeezed his hand, and with his free hand reached across and grabbed some popcorn from the bucket.

The film had only just started when Jude felt his stomach gave an uncomfortable squirm inside his stomach and he shifted around in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. He tried to focus on the film, but the vague level of discomfort inside him kept pulling his attention away from the action on the screen. He glanced across at Eden, whose hand was periodically dipping into the popcorn and traveling up to his mouth, and Jude smiled at how calm Eden looked as he watched the film.

Maybe it was just him having been running about all day, but Jude felt like the theatre was really warm. He felt perspiration gathering around his neck and chest, and he wiggled in his seat as beads of sweat began to run down his back. His stomach was beginning to feel bubbly, like someone had filled his stomach with coke and chucked a mento into it. Perhaps he was just really hungry – he’d not eaten a lot today, and now was roughly the time that he would normally eat dinner… It was very possible, so he reached across and grabbed a handful of popcorn then began to feed one bit of a time into his mouth. He turned his attention back to the screen and tried to pick up the threads of what was going on.

Jude struggled to swallow down another mouthful of popcorn, his mouth felt ridiculously dry and he could almost feel each kernel scraping his oesophagus as it travelled down to his stomach. The mixture of sweet and salty popcorn had left a strange taste at the back of his mouth, and an intense thirst made him lean forwards so he could fish his water bottle from his bag.

When he found it, he pulled the cap open and drank roughly half of the bottle down in one go – the cool liquid soothing the weird dry sensation in his throat and removing the taste from his mouth. He slotted the bottle into the cup holder at the end of the arm rest and tried to pay attention to what the main character was saying, but he could now feel the sweat that had been running down his back and gathering across his forehead turning cold.

He tried to relax his muscles consciously, first he tensed his toes, then his feet, and continued to work his way up until he reached his abdomen. Then he realised that the tensing in his stomach was beyond his control. In fact, his stomach was not only tensed tight, but incredibly unsettled. He could feel the water he’d just drunk sloshing about inside his belly, and as he shifted very slightly in his seat the contents seemed to bubble ferociously, threatening to erupt. He was definitely sweating now, he could feel rivulets beginning their journeys down the side of his face.

Resting his free hand onto his stomach he pressed down experimentally and immediately wished he hadn’t. A wave of nausea washed over him like a tsunami, he sat up straighter in his chair and took some slow deep breaths in through his mouth. He wasn’t quite sure why he’d suddenly begun to feel so ill, but he glanced back across at Eden, who was fixated on the moving pictures. He couldn’t bother Eden now – not when he was so engrossed into the film, especially as this visit had been quite a big deal in the first place.

Yet after another few minutes the churning in Jude’s stomach had gotten much worse, it was now the only thing he could focus on. He could feel the glugging and burbling in his belly, and the urge to burp was overwhelming him. He moved his hand as it looked like he was leaning on it, and waited for a loud part of the film that he could try and disguise a burp behind.

Bbbrrrrrppp!” The belch was low and prolonged as he felt the expulsion of air behind his hand. He looked across at Eden, but he hadn’t noticed so Jude was relieved. His stomach still felt gurgly and full of air, so he tried to burp again in the hope that it would ease the discomfort in his abdomen.

Brrrrrrruuuuuuuuuurrrrrrp!” The next belch was deeper, wetter, and to Jude’s consternation he suddenly tasted a bitter acidity at the back of his mouth. He took another deep breath in and reached, once again, for his water bottle and took a few small sips. His stomach protested, though, at the addition of more liquid to its contents; he could feel his hand trembling as he replaced the water bottle into the holder.

Gguuuuuuuuuurrrrrllllluuuuurrlllluuuullll.’ At a brief moment of quietness in the film, his stomach let out one of the noisiest upset sounds he had ever heard it make. Eden glanced across, and Jude forced an apologetic smile onto his face and hoped it didn’t look like too much of a grimace. Under the dim lights of the cinema Jude’s face was clearly hidden from displaying the discomfort he felt, and Eden’s attention returned to the film.

A rising, expanding like sensation was creeping up his chest, but he didn’t particularly feel safe in burping again so he put his hand onto his chest and massaged gently to try and alleviate some of the odd feeling. He couldn’t seem to make it fade, even as he took slow steady breaths and gave up entirely on watching the film. 

Hnnnmmmmmmmmrrrrrf!” The sudden heave burst out of Jude unexpectedly, and in the urge to not make a mess his arm jerked out to grab the popcorn bucket on Eden’s knee, making his boyfriend jump in surprise. He was shaking fiercely as he took a gasp in as the sudden spasm subsided, but his mouth overfilled with really watery saliva which he was struggling to swallow back.

“Jude?” Eden’s hand was suddenly on Jude’s back, but he had leant forwards in the seat and was staring at the floor, breathing heavily as his belly lurched repeatedly.

“ ‘m gonna be sick…” Jude forced out, realising that there was no point in hiding how he was feeling. “Hmmmmmmmrrrrkk!” He retched harshly again, trying to keep his lips forced shut as he felt liquid flood the back of his mouth.

“Here!” Eden unceremoniously dumped the last of the popcorn out onto the floor and thrust it under Jude’s face. At the sight of the bucket Jude’s stomach gave another lurch, and he could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he knew everyone in the cinema was about to witness him vomiting.

Hiiiccccrrrrr!” He heaved again, his stomach leaping up into his mouth and his head was spinning. Eden’s hand rubbed firmly across Jude’s shoulder blades; the discomfort in Jude’s chest and throat was becoming more intense.

“Let it out Jude,” Eden encouraged, his entire focus redirected onto his boyfriend rather than film. Jude’s hands were gripping onto the popcorn bucket so tightly that he was in danger of crushing it; he felt so horrendously awful, and was waiting for that final lurch that would bring up the offensive contents currently mimicking a Jacuzzi.

Baaauuuurrrrp!” The belch gripped at Jude’s chest, stinging all the way up his throat and he pitched forward in his seat.

“Oh Jude, don’t hold it in!” Eden sounded terrified, not relinquishing his hand pressing against the nape of Jude’s neck.

Uuuuuuuurrrrrrr,” Jude heaved again, and he could feel the popcorn that he’d forced down scraping its way up his throat and making his eyes water in pain. “Huuuuurrrrrk!” A small spattering of water and mushed popcorn landed in the bottom of the bucket.

“That’s it,” Eden whispered into Jude’s ear, “well done.”

As soon as that first wave was up Jude felt a gush of liquid creeping up his oesophagus and brought the container up to his face in preparation: “Buaaakkkkkuuuuuurrghh!” It caught him so strongly that he wobbled in his chair and Eden steadied him as a copious amount of puke poured from his mouth and nose.

“Oh Jude…” Eden held tight onto his boyfriend’s shoulders as he coughed and spat away the tendrils of spit that were clinging onto his lips. Eden heard a deep gurgle from Jude’s belly, which turned into a heave and resulted in another large outpouring of sick into the popcorn bucket, and Eden winced at how painful it sounded. Then a further gurgling burp produced a smaller wave of vomit and he retched over the bucket that was getting precariously close to being full.

“Sorry…” Jude’s voice was hoarse, his hands were trembling severely, and he could feel the sweat clinging to his face.

“Oh Jude,” Eden’s heart was hammering as he touched the side of Jude’s face and felt how sticky and clammy it was. “Let’s get you out of here.”

“Mmm,” Jude shook his head miserably, “wait – uuurrp… I need a moment.”

“Okay, okay – that’s alright,” he reassured. “Can… can I take that away?” Eden indicated to the popcorn bucket that Jude was still holding onto with trembling hands. 

“Yeah…” He whispered somewhat reluctantly, and Eden slowly began to prize the receptacle out of his boyfriend’s hands, being extra cautious not to spill it.

“Are you feeling up to moving?” Eden asked once he’d placed it down onto the ground, and Jude nodded. “Okay, I’ll get your bag.” Jude was visibly trembling as he rose from the seat, and he wobbled while trying to exit the row, and Eden scooped up Jude’s bag as he rushed to follow his boyfriend. He caught up with Jude as they reached the bottom of the stairs, and as they rounded the corridors which led towards the doors out of the screen Jude clamped his hand suddenly to his mouth, stopping abruptly.

“Go! Quick Jude!” Eden gave him a gentle push in the small of his back to encourage him; Jude took off, bursting through the double doors and out into the small foyer area where they’d bought popcorn earlier. Eden followed him at a slower pace, blinking at the change of the lights from inside to outside the screen; he glanced around and spotted the toilets, making a beeline for them as he suspected that was where Jude would be.

Swinging the door of the toilets open, Eden could hear the sounds of retching and as he continued further in towards the cubicles he saw spots of sick in a trail along the floor leading to one of the stalls.

“Jude?” Eden said, pushing at the door and finding that it wasn’t locked Jude was curled over the toilet bowl, heaving dryly. “Oh Jude…” Eden knelt beside his boyfriend, able to see the grey colour of his skin and the way his face was coated with a slick sheen of sweat. “Please, please tell me you didn’t feel this ill when you arrived?” He asked, brushing Jude’s fringe away from his sticky forehead.

“No – mmmmmmmrrr…” Jude shook his head, heaving once again, then panting heavily. “I ate – uuuuuurrrrpp – sushi on the – huuuuuurrr – subway…” He forced out in between retches.

“You think you’ve got food poisoning?” Eden asked in horror, stroking the back of Jude’s neck which was also damp.

“Mm – hhhhhuuuuuuurrrmmm…” Jude confirmed, his eyes closed as he gagged again; then he gave a small sob.

“Don’t worry,” Eden assured, and was surprised at how calm his voice was when his heart was pounding so fast that it almost hurt. “You just take your time, it’ll be alright.”

“I – uuuuurrrrgh – sorr – iaaauurrr…” Jude was no longer bringing anything up, but still heaving persistently.

“No, no, it’s fine Jude,” Eden moved so that he could rub his back properly. “We’ll stay here until you feel up to moving, then we’ll get you home.”

“Tha – aaaarrrghh – thanks…” Jude murmured, resting his head against the edge of the toilet seat.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Eden said, almost trying to convince himself as well as his very ill boyfriend. “You are going to be fine.”

4

CALLING IT:: 11X20 CHUCK REVEALS THAT HE’S GOD 

When he falls in love with you, a normal girl

Words: 2285

Fluff because like come on, it’s Jinjin

Not requested

Originally posted by astrofantastic


You were going through your phone’s photo gallery, deleting some old pictures. You were sitting at the cashier’s table in the shop where you worked as a part-timer. It was starting to get dark outside and you looked at the clock. A small sigh escaped your lips. Three more hours…

You sometimes took evening shifts just because any of your coworkers couldn’t and it was just as tiring every time.

“Hello,” you greeted a customer who bought some snacks. The customer paid and left, leaving you alone in the store again.

Another sigh left your lips, this time a louder one. Friday evening… It would be nice to be home or hanging out with friends…

A small group of people entered the store. They quickly disappeared behind the shelves and you couldn’t catch a glimpse of them before they walked over to the cashier with some snacks and soft drinks.

“Hyung it’s not about matching OUR steps,” one of them said when they stopped in front of the cashier and put their stuff on the table. “It’s about matching the beat.”

“Yeah, yeah,” another one said. “You’ve told that to me like a million times already Minhyuk.”

“It’s because you never listen hyung,” a third person said, chuckling a little and earning a nudge from the person he was talking to.

“It’s 20,000 won,” you said and they all looked at you as if they just noticed your existence. They were wearing masks and caps to hide their faces. You figured they were idols or at least some sort of celebrities but didn’t think much about it. They were people too and it’s not like you recognized them anyway.

One of them pulled out their wallet and paid with cash.

“Thank you,” you took the money and handed the receipt to the person who had paid. He thanked you in response and started walking towards the door. One of the guys looked at you with a weird expression for a few seconds before following his friends. You ignored it and sat back down on the chair where you had been sitting and continued your boring shift.


Some weeks passed and you were on evening shift again. Your shift lasted until 10 pm unlike last time when you got to go home a lot earlier. You were sitting on the chair once again, going through your phone.

“Excuse me?” you flinched when you heard someone’s voice in front of you. You immediately stood up and bowed. “I’m sorry.”

The person chuckled quietly and set his things on the table and you started scanning them, blushing a little since you had messed up.

“I’m really sorry for not noticing you,” you said apologetically to the person in front of you. “Not many people visit the store this late…”

“It’s okay,” he said.

You still felt bad for him and didn’t dare to look at him until you passed him the receipt. He was wearing a mask and a cap. A celebrity again.

“Thank you,” he received the receipt while smiling with his eyes.

“Come again,” you said and he nodded, keeping the eye smile on his face.


“Hello,” you greeted the familiar face – that was once again covered with a mask and a cap.

He smiled behind the mask. “You’re working late once again,” he said and you scanned the bottle of water he had bought.

This idol occasionally visited the shop. He came almost every time you were on evening shift and he had come a few times when you were on day shift too.

“Others refused to take this shift so I took it,” you smiled a little. “You’re not buying much today,” you pointed out.

“I wasn’t planning on coming today but I was passing by with some friends,” he pointed towards the shop’s windows and you saw a few tall figures standing outside. “And I was feeling thirsty so I dropped by.”

“You must live close by since you visit so often,” you said. “Or is your agency’s building nearby?”

He went silent and you realized what you had said only after you had said it.

“Don’t worry, I’m not interested in knowing your identity or anything, I just noticed that you seem like an idol so I assumed you’re one,” you spoke fast, making him chuckle.

“I’ve been exposed,” he said and handed you the money. “Oh, well. It’s not like I was trying hard to cover it up.”

You put the money in the cashier and handed him the receipt.

“My agency’s building is nearby,” he admitted and took the receipt. “That’s why I drop by often.”

“Aa,” you nodded.

You could see him smile. “Work hard,” he said and walked to the door.

“You too,” you said and he left after waving to you a little.

After he had left, you just stared at the door for a few minutes. It’s not like you were excited about the fact that an idol had been talking to you. You were flustered because he didn’t care even if you knew he was an idol.


A middle-aged man entered the store, wobbling a bit. He glanced at you before disappearing behind the shelves. You grew nervous. He’s drunk…

You hated dealing with drunk people. They were always really unpredictable and you hated it so much.

The man wobbled to the cashier and put a ramen cup on the table in front of you. You greeted him and he just looked at you in a way that made you feel uncomfortable. Your shift was going to end in ten minutes and you hoped he wouldn’t cause any trouble during that time.

You told the man the price of the cup of ramen, he paid and – without taking the receipt - wobbled over to the table where he could cook the ramen. You ignored his grunts and mumbling, staring at the clock. The man went over to another table, sat down on a chair and waited for the ramen to cook. He sat in a place where he was facing you directly. You avoided his unpleasant gaze and looked at your phone.

After what felt like a forever, your coworker arrived to take over. You thanked him a billion times in your mind and left the store to head home. You felt good since the old man hadn’t caused any trouble during the ten minutes. He had been staring at you for the whole time though, making you extremely uncomfortable.

“Hey!” you heard a yell behind you and without stopping, you turned your head to see who it was. You felt your heart skip a beat when you saw the middle-aged man wobble towards you. You acted like you hadn’t noticed him and started walking faster. You heard his footsteps behind you even after you had fastened your pace and your heart started to beat faster. You were starting to feel scared.

“You!” the man yelled behind you but you ignored him. “Stop!”

He sounded angry and you fastened your pace even more. You heard heavy footsteps behind you and panicked when you realized he had started running. You started running too and tried to think of a way to escape the man. You felt your hands shake as you ran. You could hear the man mumbling loudly which made you feel even more frightened.

You took a left turn to an alley that you used as a shortcut every now and then. The man was still following you and you glanced back to see how close he was. Before you knew it, you ran into something and stopped running. You looked at what you had run into.

“Sorry,” you looked at the man’s face for a bit. His eyes caught your eye and you recognized him. He wasn’t wearing a mask or a cap this time.

“It’s you,” he said, surprised. He was holding a door open and there were a few people standing behind him.

“Yah!” you flinched when you heard the old man’s yell. You looked back and he stopped running, looking at the idol in front of you. He frowned and turned around before walking away, cursing loudly.

You looked at him walk away and held your breath until he disappeared from your sight. You started panting heavily and leaned on the closest wall. “That was close,” you said under your breath, forgetting there were people next to you.

“What’s going on Jinwoo hyung?” a voice made you look at the people in the doorway who were all looking at you, confused.

“Are you okay?” the one who always visited you at the store – apparently his name was Jinwoo – asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said and straightened up.

“Who’s this?” a tall guy asked behind him.

“Oh, she works at a nearby store,” Jinwoo explained to the people behind him and you figured they were his bandmates.

You bowed to them a little and they did the same.

“Is she your girlfriend or something?” one of them asked.

“No, not really,” Jinwoo said. “What was that all about by the way?” he asked you.

“That old man started following me,” you answered.

“Why?” he questioned.

“I don’t know.”

“Did something happen?” the tall one standing behind Jinwoo asked.

“No, I ran into you guys before he could do anything,” you smiled, relieved.

Jinwoo’s expression changed to one you couldn’t read at all.

“Well that’s good,” the tall guy said and walked out of the building, past Jinwoo. “Let’s go guys,” he said and the other people who had been standing behind Jinwoo came out. “It was nice meeting you,” the tall one said and they started walking away except for Jinwoo who stood still.

You looked at him. “You aren’t going with them?”

“When’s your next shift at the store?” he asked.

“Tomorrow evening, why?” you asked, confused.

“Okay,” he said without answering your question. He started walking away and turned a little. “See you.”

“Have a nice evening,” you said, still confused.


“Excuse me?” you stepped out of the store. “Why are you here?” you asked Jinwoo who had been sitting on the bench in front of the store for at least half an hour now.

He turned his head to look at you. He was wearing a mask and a cap once again. “I’m waiting for you.”

You tilted your head a little. “Why?”

“Just because,” he answered and turned his attention back on his phone.

You looked at him for a few seconds before going back into the store to finish your shift.

For the remaining hour of your shift, Jinwoo really sat on the bench outside, waiting for you to finish.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said when you stood in front of him in your normal clothes. He stood up and shook his head.

“It’s okay, I had spare time anyway.”

You two started walking away from the store.

“Did you want to talk to me about something or?” you asked after the silence had gone on for minutes.

“No,” he said.

“Then why did you wait for me to finish my shift?” you questioned, looking at his side profile.

“To walk you home,” he answered.

“Why?”

“You never stop with the questions, do you?” he smiled behind his mask and glanced at you.

“But why?” you demanded an answer. “It’s not like we’re close anyway.”

His smile faded slowly and he was silent for a bit. “You scared me yesterday,” he stated.

“What?” you furrowed your eyebrows, thinking you heard him wrong.

“I just want to make sure you get home safely,” he said calmly.

You were really flustered by the whole situation.

“Can you pinch my arm?” you asked and he did without hesitation. It hurt.

“It’s not a dream,” he said, amused.

“Then what is this? Why would you want to do something like this? It’s not like you’re interested in me.”

He chuckled. “Who said I’m not?” he looked at you.

“Oh…” you looked away, trying to process what was going on.

You two walked in silence for a while. He walked next to you the whole time but you led the way since obviously he didn’t know the way.

“So,” he broke the silence. “What’s your name?”

You glanced at him. “_____.”

“Hmm,” he hummed. “_____,” he repeated your name.

You stopped walking since you had arrived in front of your home. “This is it.”

He glanced at the building. “I see.”

There was a short silence during which you two looked at each other.

“What’s your number?” he asked.

You were so taken aback that you couldn’t even get a word out.

“You don’t have one?”

You shook your head. “I do have a phone number.”

He smiled behind his mask. “Could you give it to me?”

You looked at him. The situation was unfamiliar to you so you had no idea what to do.

“I’ll give you mine too,” he took out his phone.

You took yours out and just like that the two of you exchanged phone numbers. The situation was over before you knew it. Jinwoo smiled widely when you looked at him.

“I hope we can get along in the future _____,” he said and put his phone into his pocket.

“Are you sure this is okay?” you asked, slightly worried about his agency and career.

“I’m not forbidden from making friends,” he said. “We can worry about the dating rules once the time comes,” he said, probably smirking behind his mask.

You could feel your cheeks blush and looked away.

“See you,” he said warmly before leaving.

Did that just really happen? You thought to yourself while looking at Jinwoo who was walking away with light steps.


i had to do this

Fuck insecurities!

Hey love bugs! I kinda combined two requests.
If you like then send me a request or even just a message saying hey!!
Phil x reader

Warnings ⚠️smut, self hate.

1. Could you a Phil smut where the reader is super self conscious about themselves since they are a little on the heavier side (so stretch marks everywhere, chubby arms, large-ish thighs, chubby face/chin) & so it’s their first time intimate & reader is very nervous & thinks phil might leave them/hate them for not having a model body & “even tho they’re fat they have like B cups” & the reader is always hesitant & always wants to hide their body Sorry if thats a lot & all over the place luv ya. -iluvharrypotter 

 2. Oh! A Phil x Reader where the reader has depression or something?? Please?-thesugargalaxy 

 Tonight was definitely, probably, maybe the night. You and Phil had been seeing each other for just over four months and you could cut the sexual tension with a spoon. Phil would never rush you before you were ready but the both of you were in need of a release. You hadn’t been shy about the fact that you were a virgin. It wasn’t really because you wanted to be but rather you never really found anyone who you wanted to share it with. That was until you met Phil. You never knew you could feel so much love for someone. He made you feel special and wanted. It sounds silly but he consumed your thoughts. If you weren’t with him you were wondering what he was doing. When you were with him you were just wondering what was going on under that fringe. Phil interrupted your thoughts with him sitting on the bed next to you placing his arm around your side. The two of you had the place to yourselves and you decided to watch a movie in bed.

 As the movie started to get closer to the end you felt more and more anxious. Your mind started to go into over drive. First you started to feel self conscious about your legs. At the current moment Phil was resting on of his hands on your thighs giving it a squeeze every once in a while. What was he doing? Seeing how fatty your thighs were? No Phil had seen your thighs before and never made a comment. What was he going to say to about them? 

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