and stop looking right into my soul!

100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 4

It’s amazing to see how much we can create together, my amigos. Here’s part 4.

  1. “Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.”
  2. “Do your parents know you’re dating Death?” “No, I promised we wouldn’t get back together after he broke up with me the first time.”
  3. “Wait why am I naked and covered in cheese?”
  4. “Good god, that cake is fuckin stale and dry mate!!” “Just like how you are recently? Gee, thanks.”
  5. "There is always time for a high-five.”
  6. “Karen, what would ever posses you to find me here.”
  7. “Oh my god, put that man down! Come on, let’s go get you some REAL food.”
  8. “A demonic sugar glider?”
  9. “People always say they never thought they would be here but I absolutely did.”
  10. “And I thought I was a bit weird. But you! You are insane!”
  11. “So your hair knows kung-fu? Ha, that’s nothing! MY hair knows HAIR-ATE!” (You know, as in karate) (This used to be an insider between me and a friend…)
  12. “One day, darling, you and I are going to conquer the Universe not just our world.”
  13. “Did you seriously think they wouldn’t notice when their humans went missing?!”
  14. “Well, maybe next time you should consider that not everyone wants to be woken up at four in the morning by a- what IS that, anyway?!”
  15. “Now, how exactly did your foot get stuck in the barrel?”
  16. “I hope you realize what you’re doing. This forest never ends, you know that, right?”
  17. “You can’t just kill someone and then make it all better by saying sorry!”
  18. “Why the fuck is my cat levitating?!” “He said he wanted to feel what flying was”
  19. “You’re trying to tell me you killed three men…with a microphone?”
  20. “Hang on, are you a John Wick fan?”
  21. “IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING!” “And?” “ I have a strict no murder rule until eight. Call me then.”
  22. “I did realize you were going to be naked the whole time”
  23. “Ok, I understand you like animals, but you can’t just bring a tiger into the apparent without asking!”
  24. “I…I didn’t want you to find out like this. I’m so sorry.”
  25. “OH MY GOD CATHERINE! I JUST SAW A NARWHAL! I’M TELLING YOU, I SAW A FREAKIN’ WHALE UNICORN!”
  26. “I gotta go, I left my toaster in the oven!
  27. "Why is there a gaggle of fancy buisness men on my front lawn?”
  28. “Can you please stop referring to me as ____! That’s not my name!” “Then what is?” “I don’t know!”
  29. *Sarcastic* “Yeah, sure. I won’t at all mind being your footslave.” “Oh, goody! I knew you’d agree!” “Wait, what?”
  30. “When are you going to give up on this whole ‘evil’ thing?” “When it stops being so much fun!”
  31. “You didnt say to KILL the man!” “WELL I DIDNT SAY NOT TOO”
  32. “Mum, Dad… I’m gay.” “That’s nice, honey, but now is not the right time!”
  33. “Take a look at your soul and consider your life choices! Oh wait, that’s right! You don’t fucking have a soul!” “Oh, god, just go drown in a bathtub of syrup why don’t ya?”
  34. “I kindly ask you to please quit making your heart stop. It’s creeping me out!” “So… Y-You were sleeping in a coffin” “Yeah I’m used to it” “Are you a vampire or what?! How can someone get used to sleep in a coffin?” “No I’m used to sleep I never said that I’m used to sleep in a freaking coffin!”
  35. “Darling I love you, more than I can ever express in words…. But please stop teaching chickens necromancy.”
  36. “I wanted to know why you stole souls, not your melodramatic backstory…”
  37. “I really wish that old white man would stop rubbing his nipples at me”
  38. “You know it is written: Do not summon Satan, right ?”
  39. “Look around, what is this?” “My room?” “No, this is pathetic.”
  40. “I’ve been a professor for 20 years, and yet still my greatest secret hasn’t been revealed–I can’t read.”
  41. “Our souls don’t belong in these 'human’ bodies, every one of us is implanted here from another galaxy, and this has been the case for a thousand years. No one knows what 'actual humans’ are like without us inhabiting them.”
  42. “Did you just create a portal in time and space to pull another version of yourself into this world so I have to deal with another annoying idiot?” “No but thanks for the idea.”
  43. “You’re bleeding?!” “Nah, I’m frolicing in a field of flowers - yes I’m bleeding!”
  44. “Let me get this straight. I tell you that I make a decent omelette and you somehow equate that to qualification for piloting a spaceship?”
  45. “It’s the weekend! Let’s hit the town! See a concert, redo our wardrobes, get high, start a crime ring, I don’t know.”
  46. “Keep running, you’ve only got 4HP!”
  47. “This is clearly your first time. Stop screaming already, you’ll wake the neighbors!”
  48. “Has anyone seen the outdoors?” “What the fuck is an outdoors?”
  49. “Why do I feel like this again, I thought we were done with this?”
  50. “Look, as much as I like to hang out with you, I’ve gotta go and save the earth. Toodles!”
  51. “Have you seen?… oh shit”
  52. “Two questions: one, how many matches do you have, and two, where do you keep your socks?”
  53. “Because fuck surveys, that’s why!”
  54. “Stop yelling out the window or the koalas will rip your face off!”
  55. “I guess when I heard 'Night of Debauchery’… I didn’t picture muffins on your pajamas.”
  56. “Honey, you can’t keep throwing people to the pit of pain and despair just because they don’t like choc mint ice cream.”
  57. “Oh, no honey, put that back…”
  58. “It’s going to be too late, you know. It’s always too late.”
  59. “Hey, so, uh… I’m in trouble…” “What did you do this time?” “I got stranded in Wales….. again…”
  60. “OK, but… how do we get the dog out of a hole in space in time exactly?”
  61. “Aren’t people supposed to grow instead of shrink ?”
  62. “Wait. You’re aroused?” “Why would that surprise you?” “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  63. "I pay your taxes”
  64. “No, ____. We did not raise our hamster like this.”
  65. “You can’t run from your own shadow(s), what makes you think you can run from theirs?”
  66. “You adopted… a dog?” “Mate, that’s not a dog.”
  67. “And at this moment, he decided to punch himself in the face.” “Narrator, listen, I know you’ve been with me my whole life, but you’re a huge jerk.”
  68. “Why didn’t you tell me it was a portal BEFORE we ended up here?”
  69. “Is that…the Mona Lisa.” “…Yes…” “What did I say to you about stealing priceless artifacts!?” “…That I had to take you with me next time.” “Exactly!”
  70. “Yes, I agree, magic is pretty cool. But did you really have to use it for THIS?”
  71. “Despite the fact that was epic, you’re still suspended”
  72. “Chill, dad it’s not what you think it is!” “Well it looks like you’re making out with the demon your grandma banished to cellar…WHY IS HE IN YOUR ROOM?”
  73. “If you truly love me you’ll let me-OH FUCKING HELL DID YOU JUST STAB ME!?”
  74. “Spoon”
  75. “What began as a conflict over the transfer of consciousness from flesh to machines escalated into a war which has decimated a Million worlds.The ___ and the ___ have all but exhausted the the resources of a galaxy in their struggle for domination. Both sides, now crippled beyond repair, the remnants of their armies continue to battle on ravaged planets, their hatred fueled by over four thousand years of total war. This is a fight to the death. For each side, the only acceptable outcome is…“
  76. ”… I’m going back to bed. You brought it here, you can deal with the mammoth yourself.“
  77. "Is the food supposed to be moving?”
  78. “You mean to tell me that in the two minutes I was gone,  you bombed a minor country,  got married to a stripper,  and assassinated a world leader?!”
  79. “Is that a unicorn???? EATING MY BEEF JERKY?!”
  80. “Do I get to dream about you again tonight?”
  81. “Well now I have to change clothes AGAIN!”
  82. “All of this was because of a… OF A PLUSHIE?!” “Well…Yeah?” “Great, how are we going to get out of jail now?!”
  83. “So…you gonna tell me why my brother is upside down and why you’re wearing my purple thong?”
  84. “Did you really have to burn down another Cracker Barrel?”
  85. “Sir, that’s impossible, you can’t do that.” “IS THAT A FUCKING CHALLENGE?!?!”
  86. “We need to invade Portugal.” “…Sure, why not?”
  87. “Did you divide by zero?! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL US ALL”
  88. “Stand down, Milady, this is a matter between gentlemen with mustaches.”
  89. “Next time you get arrested I am NOT paying your bail” “That’s a lie and you know it.” “….”
  90. “I thought you were dead.” “So did I”
  91. “John dont flush the dog down the toilet”
  92. “What did I say again about resurrecting dictators??”
  93. “Cucumbers are NOT pets… what do you mean, you ate him??”
  94. “Are you and God seriously fighting right now? And what happened to Satan?”
  95. “Are ferrets supposed to be blue??”
  96. “I’m the protagonist? Well I guess that explains why I look like about a thousand other people.”
  97. “Why do I do this to myself?”
  98. “Stop eating your tortilla chips with ketchup. It’s unattractive.”
  99. “How do you eat an entire cheese wheel in one sitting?”
  100. “Why are God and Satan moving in with us?”

Let’s make one more ‘100 Dialogue Prompts’ list together. Leave a comment with your prompt below. Don’t forget the double quotes “”. And as always, only one prompt per amigo! Also, here is your random Dutch word of the day: pindakaas

The 2ps as shit my friends (and family[and me]) have said pt.  2
  • 2p America: Listen bucko I've seen more pussy in my 17 years of life than you ever will
  • 2p England: The first time I tried to cook I caught an oven mitt on fire and burned an orange. Don't ask how because I don't know either
  • 2p China: If you can't remember my name you can call me ling-ling or dumpling, I don't care
  • 2p France: I will literally break your finger if it comes any closer to my face
  • 2p Russia: *pouring 4 packets of sugar into a cup of tea* it's 6 in the morning and I went to bed at 4. I have so many regrets
  • 2p Canada: I'm going to slit the tires on my neighbor's car if he doesn't stop coming onto our land I swear to fucking god
  • 2p Italy: *breaks finger after catching a football**completely monotone* it seems that I'm in a bit of a situation. How unfortunate. Now, if you'll excuse me *goes to the nurse crying his eyes out*
  • 2p Germany: Yeah, I can speak German. Eat meine Dick
  • 2p Japan: The only thing darker than my soul is my hair
  • 2p Romano: *in response to 'you should wear a suit to bed'* you're right, I'll look dapper as fuck while I take a napper as fuck
  • 2p Austria: I can play skrillex on my ukulele
  • 2p Prussia: *nearly in tears* she took my flower crown
bee emoji reviews

a round friend. the gradient shading is bad though. 5/10

ADORABLE PERFECT FRIEND! SHE WANTS YOU TO HAVE A REALLY GOOD DAY! nice lineless design and cute face 12/10

Very regal looking girl. simple, but effective. 8/10

She looks straight out of fischer price or some shit. Has an :O face going on which is kinda cute. decent. shading could use serious work though 4/10

A friend who looks lost in thought. the wings are placed kinda weirdly though like I don’t think that’s how wings work. overall relatively cute 7/10

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ looks like a shrug emoji which is good. rather simplistic design. solid. the wing coloring just bothers me a bit 9/10

Realistic looking friend. I don’t like the color palette though, the yellow isn’t very bright and the brown just makes her look kinda dirty. 5/10

Semi-realistic friend. Looks like she’s reading whatever texts you send after you send this one. has the right number of legs. A fine girl. 9/10

She thicc. A nice girl but what is the body doing. it looks incomplete above the wings. Needs a bit of work just in general so she’ll stop looking like a top. 6/10

A beautiful, well executed girl. Simple design which does wonders. perfect in every way 10/10

What. Return of fischer price I think. I’m scared. I think she’s seeing into my soul. please make her stop. 0/10 cursed girl

wHAT THE F U CK -100000/10

maybe he’s alive
maybe he’s out there
thinking of me the way I am him


but what ifs don’t keep me warm at night
and what ifs don’t keep my heart beating
because maybes doesn’t make it all right 


and looking up at the stars
knowing that his story is going into the constellations
doesn’t make me stop missing him


because I’m missing half my soul and all of my heart
and I’m missing most of my reason and half of my head
oh, I’m missing what makes me alive, without him beside me

—  North Star, guide me back by Abby S
Big Weekend || Dan Howell

A/N: this imagine was requested by @let-it-go-and-live-again! I really like the idea. yeeah body positivity!! btw I added an about me page to my bio in case you want to check it out!

Word Count: 1.6K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by constantlymyself

The sky was cloudy but the air wasn’t too cold. Thousands of people were just hoping that it wouldn’t start raining. I was one of them. I stood there and hoped while my body was made of 60% pure adrenaline by now.

“I can’t wait for them to start!” I had to yell because the crowd of talking people was just so loud.

I smiled at Dan whole heartedly. The huge grin on my face was so big that my cheeks hurt.

“You are cute when you are that excited.” Dan laughed and took my hand in his.

His dimples were showing and just the sight of him made me feel like my heart was going to burst. Although Dan and Phil had stopped doing their radio shows they were still asked to do some interviews at Radio 1’s Big Weekend, an annual music festival.

Dan surprised me by inviting me to come with him. I obviously had to say yes, especially since my favourite band was performing. They were going to enter the stage soon and thousands of excited fans including me and Dan were impatiently waiting for them.

Although Dan was allowed to watch from back stage we decided to mix into the crowd because there was so much audience participation during the band’s concerts.

For a second the crowd grew all silent, then the first fans started screaming. Welcomed by loud cheers and squeals my favourite band ran onto stage. They immediately started with their first song. The air was filled with bursting energy and excitement. I hadn’t felt so alive in a long time.

I started singing my heart out to the songs I had listened to a million times before, but they sounded and felt so different live. When the whole crowd started chanting the chorus of my all time favourite song I jumped up and down, not being able to stop myself from moving and dancing.

“You are damn beautiful, Y/N!” I heard Dan shout into my ear.

I only now realized that he was watching me the whole time and blushed a little bit.

As one of the band’s slow songs sounded from the speakers Dan wrapped his arms around me from behind and we swayed to the music. His broad chest was pressed against my back and he rested his chin on top of my head, kissing my hair now and then.

After the ballade ended I got on my tip toes again in order to be able to watch my favourite band member’s every move.

“Do you know how lucky you are, Dan?” I asked him laughing, pointing out the height difference between us.

Dan was by far one of the tallest people in the crowd and I looked tiny next to him.

“You could sit on my shoulders.” Dan suggested with a wink.

“Dan, everyone behind us would hate us.” I laughed but had to admit that I kinda liked the idea.

“Enter the world of us giants. Just one song.” He pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

I had to admit it sounded tempting. Very tempting actually.

“Okay, but if people start shouting at us it’s all your fault!” I gave in and Dan didn’t really have much convincing to do.

He bent down so I could sit on his shoulders. After I had gotten on top of him I was able to overlook the whole crowd. His head was in between my thighs and I couldn’t stop myself from running my fingers through his soft chocolate brown hair. I crossed my legs behind Dan’s back and he held my thighs for extra stabilization.

Dan and I were enjoying ourselves and I was so happy to have an amazing boyfriend like him.

Just as the song ended and Dan was about to set me down, we were stopped by the band’s drummer and my favourite member.

“Listen everybody! Do you see this pretty girl who got on top of somebody’s shoulders? I want you all to do the same!” he shouted into his microphone and pointed right at me. The crowd started cheering and moving around.

Everybody who was here with somebody followed his instructions. I, on the other hand, had an immensely hard time processing the fact that my favourite band member had just called me pretty!

The heat rushed to my face and my hands started shaking. I felt like my 16-year-old fangirling self again.  

“O my god he called me pretty!” I squealed once my feet touched the ground again.

“Because you are!” Dan said with twinkling eyes and made me smile even wider.

I pecked his lips quickly before I faced the stage again. Just as my eyes landed on the drummer again he took off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and perfectly defined abs. The whole female part of the crowd completely lost it. Never before had I heard such high-pitched screams.

A few teenage girls actually looked like they were about to faint. I had to stare at him in awe. I squealed along while he smashed his drums, sweat dripping down his forehead.  

“Damn I forgot how hot he is.” I breathed in disbelief and was too busy to notice the look on Dan’s face as those words left my mouth.

I was still jumping up and down like a bouncy ball after the concert had ended. Dan was guiding me backstage with him because I was too busy talking about the concert to concentrate on where I was going.  

“I can’t believe that just happened. Best concert ever!” I babbled ecstatically.

“Mhm” Dan mumbled quietly and I was again too excited to notice his resentment.

Back in the hotel we were staying in for the weekend I had calmed down a bit again. After changing out of my sweaty shirt and drinking what seemed like 4 bottles of water I was back to normal.

Since Dan and I were extremely exhausted we decided to go straight to bed. It was only Saturday so we still had the whole of Sunday ahead of us. When I was done with brushing my teeth and exited the bathroom I noticed that Dan was in bed already. I got under his duvet as well and was immediately greeted by his comforting body warmth.

I snuggled up next to him and rested my head on his chest.

“Thank you for taking me with you. I really enjoyed today.” I whispered softly and pecked his pink lips.

With a grin, I decided to deepen the kiss and quickly straddled my surprised boyfriend.

“I thought you said you were tired.” Dan asked raising a brow, teasingly.

“I am never too tired for this.” I breathed seductively.

As soon as those words had come over my lips Dan immediately flipped us over so he was on top. I ran my hands up and down his chest, taking his t-shirt off soon after. He connected our lips again, we didn’t start out slow, it was heated since minute one. The tiredness from before was gone as Dan moved his hips against mine. I couldn’t hold in a silent moan.

“Am I hurting you?” Dan asked suddenly sounding insecure.

I broke the kiss to look at him in confusion. Did he misinterpret my moan?

“Why would you be hurting me? We haven’t even.. you know.“ I asked him confused, looking up at him.

“I thought I crushed you under my weight..” Dan’s words were barely a whisper. He swallowed hard as has face turned the colour of a tomato.

My eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

“Daaann-“ I trailed, waiting for him to tell me he was joking, but he didn’t.

“What are you talking about, Dan?” I wanted to know, scared of his answer.

He got off me and let himself fall down on the bed next to me. I lifted myself up on my elbow to be able to look into his dark brown eyes.

“I- I’m just really heavy. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He explained and I could tell that he was uncomfortable.

“You are way over 6 feet, Dan. How are you supposed to not be heavy?” I argued.

“Yeah sure.” He mumbled unmotivated. My face fell, finally getting what he was implying.

“That’s not what you meant, right?” I breathed totally aghast.

“No.” He whispered and slowly shook his head.

“Why do you suddenly feel like that? You are so beautiful, baby.” I gently traced his biceps, taking in his beauty.

He seemed to quietly ponder for a while before he decided to voice his thoughts.

“I just, I don’t have abs or a toned chest and I’m not that fit and-“ he made himself stop in the middle of his sentence.

He grew all silent. His words brought tears to my eyes. Why didn’t he see how perfect he was?

“You are not saying this because I called that stupid drummer hot today, right?” I tried, but the look on his face at the mention of what I had said earlier totally gave him away.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would make you feel that way. Listen I don’t care if he is hot or not. He will never be you and I love every tiny bit of your body and your soul.” I whispered softly, meaning every word I said.  

I cupped Dan’s face with my hands and deeply looked into his eyes. “You are perfect the way you are and I love you more than anything.” I slowly said so he could take in every single word.

Dan blushed and I noticed that a small smile had found its way back onto his face.

“It’s not just about having a fit body, you know that. Now c’mon let me show you how beautiful you are.” I breathed and started leaving kisses all over his chest and neck, straddling him again.

Summoning

Originally posted by byaseashore

Originally posted by valeryd

Summary: Imagine casting a summoning spell to try to create a familiar for yourself, but you accidentally summon demon!Bucky.

This imagine is from @after-avenging-hours.

Words: 1466

A/N: I got inspired! Hope you like it :D.


Ten minutes to midnight, and I was so nervous. I’ve never made a summoning spell so everything had to be perfect. I double checked the pentagram, the runes and signs I just draw with a special paint. It took me a week to prepare it with the extracts of different flowers and plants. Carefully, I placed the burgundy candles at each point of the star and lighted them with my magic.

I stifled a yawn, trying to focus on the task. The past two months were a nightmare. At the beginning, the doors would slam once in a while. And sometimes the mug I was using suddenly would fall to the floor but that was just the first week.

With each day passing things got odder and creepy. Dead birds and rats would appear on my doorstep, even someone mailed me the head of a goat. Each night I would be haunted by horrible nightmares. In the last month, it didn’t matter if I was wearing 5 layers of clothes, a permanent feeling of coldness would never disappear. It was like my whole body was permanent immersed in cold water, everything ached and felt numb.

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one week since u looked at me

James and LIly fight and it’s 100% the other person’s fault, and everyone is just a little bit unhinged. 

3371 Words

For @expressopatronum​, who requested a jily fic based on the Barenaked Ladies song. :D


tues.

James Potter to M8S B4 D8S: well. Fuck.

James Potter: im broken up

James Potter: literally

James Potter: and metaphorically

James Potter: and every other kind of shitty ally tbh

James Potter: hello?????

James Potter: im in Crisis here

Peter Pettigrew: we know, mate. You ok?

James Potter: how??

Peter Pettigrew: well…

James Potter: she texted u???

Remus Lupin: she texted me

Peter Pettigrew: then he told us

Remus Lupin: wtf, Prongs

James Potter: u believe her???

Remus Lupin: didn’t say that, mate. Just a weird situation, yeah??

James Potter: Weird = shitty, then yea. her fault tho for being so dramatic!! And do u arseholes have a group chat w/out me???

Sirius Black: nah. y would we do smth like that to u prongs. go chill @ mine. AND i for one am being a good mate and withholding judgment. (except on evans cos shes clearly at fault here)

James Potter: damn straight she is. 100%!!! and im already @ urs, actually. where r u tho?

Sirius Black: alcohol

James Potter: Good Man

Remus Lupin: I’m getting pizza

James Potter: don’t bother?? never eating again

James Potter: PS no more talking to evans unless its for espionage

Peter Pettigrew: this should be fun

 - - -

 James Potter to Not Lovely Lily: ready for ur apology, like, whenever, babe

James Potter: no?

James Potter: sirius’s sofa is super fucking cosy, btw

James Potter: PS whatever the current differences between us, pls dont stoop so low as to eat Mums biscuits

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Lost In Translation (OT9)

Description: You recently moved in next door to 9 guys. You have befriended Jongin & Yixing but don’t really know the others yet. One morning you wake up in the wrong place and everything starts to change.

Requested: No

Genre: Starts out with fluff, angst and smut to come later

Pairing: Probably everyone x Reader

Author Note: The first couple of chapters set up the background and general storyline, then the pairings and smut will ensue, promise!

Word Count: full fic currently at 38k

Originally posted by damnitsehun

Chapter One & Two  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21


Chapter 1 - A State of Confusion

Chapter 2 - Arrival

Bliss, you were feeling utter bliss. You didn’t remember ever feeling this comfortable, when the hell did your bed become a cloud? You didn’t care and you sure as hell weren’t moving for anyone. There was no possible reason for you to leave the complete and utter comfort you were feeling. You hadn’t been this comfortable in months, not since…well not since you left home. Suddenly your heavenly comfort was interrupted… something was trying to move you. ‘Hmph’ you groaned 'Go away, I’m sooo comfy’ The light shaking got more forceful but you figured if you didn’t yield it would go away. Then the poking started. 'WHAT?!’ You woke up with a start. You sleepily glared at the eyes that were shocked, amused and as usual, confused at your outburst.

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I remember the first time I learned about homosexuality.

“Homosexuals are sinners.” My grandmother spat, an open bible sat on her lap. There was such an intensity to her voice that it made me recoil. I saw that homosexuality was in the same section as murderers and thieves, but it didn’t feel right. Why would people loving one another be considered a sin?

But my grandmother talked about it with such a disgust that she might as well have been talking about rotting flesh. So if my grandmother hated it I would too.

Even though my stomach turned.
                                                             ____

I remember when I first heard the word ‘gay’ hurled as an insult.

It was third grade and I was on the playground. I watched as two boys fought over who was ‘hotter’. One of them shouted, “Well you’re gay so it makes you ugly.” The entire playground erupted in laughter, and the other boy’s face lit red with shame.

And even though the insult was hurled at him, I was the one who took the biggest hit. There it was again, the belief that two people in love was gross. But my family and friends were against it, so I had to be too. So I shook off the hurt and laughed as well.

Even though it stung.
                                                             ____

I remember the first time I saw two girls kissing.

My mother gasped in horror, like we’d just been flashed. Maybe to her, it felt like we were. She turned, grabbed my hand, and sped by the couple, like they were fire and she didn’t want us getting burned.

“Don’t you ever do that, do you hear me? God doesn’t like it.”

But all I can remember thinking is that I’d give anything for someone to look at me the way those two girls looked at each other. But mom was disgusted so I had to be too.

Even if it hurt.
                                                           ____

I remember the first time I saw her.

It was a new school and a new start. I didn’t know what to expect, but then our eyes met. I didn’t know it was possible to feel lost yet right at home at the same time. Every heart stopping, butterflies flying, knee shaking cliché sucker punched me in the gut. Her smile marked my soul like a tattoo.

But then my family’s words crashed over me, drowning me in a sea of prejudice and discrimination. I felt self-disgust morph into a dragon, my only weapon a wooden sword. So I tore my head away from her and buried my feelings. I killed them every time they came to life.

Even if it left open wounds on my heart.
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I remember the first time I decided not to give a shit.

I evicted years of self-loathing from my body, because I would never let my heart be its home again. I let the love in instead, providing shelter to all the feelings I’d been trying to kill for years. Because at the end of the day, love is not defined by gender or sex. Love knows none of these things, does not need to know any of those things.  Love is a basic human right, and I finally understood that I needed to treat it as such.

Even if not everyone could see that.

—  Above all, remember this; we were all built to love, and who we love is not a broken part of us (N.O)
Dean - Simplicity

Originally posted by jinkiguk

“What?” You raised one of your eyebrows at him. He had been giving you that weird look for the whole evening now. “If you want to criticize my cooking skills, just go ahead,” you laughed, knowing too well that you sucked at cooking.
But you wanted to surprise him with a nice dinner, since he probably hasn’t had a proper meal, ever since he started to work on his new album. He was usually the one planning surprises for you, so this time you wanted to be the one to spoil him. You even asked his mom for the receipt of his favorite dish that wasn’t too hard to make. But he arrived at your apartment way too early, you barely even began cooking.

“No, you’re doing great,” he shook his head as a grin appeared on his lips. “If it was up to me, I’d put in the meat first, but whatever works for you,” he added making you roll your eyes. You knew he was only teasing you. The cheeky smile on his face didn’t match the seriousness in his voice. But Dean was actually a great cook. He could just throw all the leftovers in your fridge into the pan and it would taste great.

“You’re making me nervous, stop staring at me,” you mumbled under your breath as you added the other ingredients into the pot. But he didn’t stop. His eyes followed every of your movements and he just sat there, staring at you silently.

“It’s getting creepy Hyuk!” You whined and tired to chase him out of the kitchen, but he only laughed at you.

“God, I love you,” he blurted out gaining a confused look from you.



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I won't come into your store anymore, but no one else will either.

So I mentioned this story in a previous comment, and it was recommended that I post it here. So here we go…

A couple years back I bought my wife flowers for Valentine’s Day from a national florist that had affiliate florist shops all throughout the country (we’ll call the big company NF for national florist and the local florist LF). So the flowers get delivered, and they look like complete garbage. The arrangement was smaller than advertised, and the flowers were a few days from fresh and wilting. Now, in my opinion, it’s Valentine’s Day, the one day a year a florist NEEDS to be on point. So I call LF to complain. I wanted either a replacement arrangement, or a refund so I could go elsewhere to get decent looking flowers for my wife (the grocery store would have been better honestly).

When I called to complain, the person who answered the phone was very rude right from jump. I have to assume it was a crazy busy day for her, and my arrangement wasn’t the only one that had issues. The woman became very defensive, as if the flowers were a part of her soul and I was personally attacking it. I asked to speak to a manager, she replies “I’m the owner”. We continued to argue for the next couple minutes, when I threatened to stop payment on my CC. She said “alright, I’m going to refund you the money, but you’re NEVER allowed to step into my store again”. And hung up on me.

Alright bitch, I got you.

So I spend the next few hours on the phone with NF, bouncing all over the country from call center to call center moving one rung up the ladder of their corporate structure at a time. Until I get about 4 steps from the top, someone gives me a boost, and I got the actual number of the CEO of NF. I spend about 20 minutes on hold after speaking to the secretary and briefly explaining my situation.

I tell the CEO what happens, and he couldn’t have been nicer. I told him, I had ordered from different NF stores from many different states in the past, and was generally satisfied, and I felt like LF in no way represents the NF brand, and they should lose their affiliation. He did not immediately respond to that request, but said he would investigate the situation, and in the meantime send me flowers from a different florist locally within the NF brand. I received those flowers from a florist an hour away, within 2 hours, and they looked amazing. Better than I could have asked for. About 2 weeks later, I received a letter in the mail (I didn’t go into all this detail in my original comment, but the result is the same) and the letter apologized profusely, and thanked me for bringing this to their attention. Apparently, they keep tapes of the calls made to the florists, they reviewed the tapes and agreed, LF did not represent how NF wants to treat its customers, and LF will no longer be a part of the NF brand. He gave me a $250 gift card to any NF store.

Within 2 years, LF closed because it couldn’t support being an independent florist in this suburb when there was already another florist under the NF brand.

So, sure lady, I won’t step foot in your store again. But neither will anyone else.

My Messy Artist

Jughead x Reader

MASTERLIST

Requested: Anonymous-  Can you do an imagine where jughead is fond of a art student?? And he’s kinda shy about it?

A/N: okay so I’m thinking of posting twice a week now because I liked posting on Wednesday idk, what do you guys think?

Words: 3027

Warnings: N/A 


Originally posted by wwhatfinn

I sat alone in the art class swirling one of my paint brushes in a clean glass of water trying to think of something to paint for my last portfolio piece. I had to come back after school to paint and draw for my portfolio because it was considered an outside project by the school because I was only a sophmore so most days I stayed after school and spent my afternoons painting and drawing.

Usually I start right away but today I had run out of ideas so I sat in front of my easel mixing paint colors and stirring the water in my glass, trying to think of something to paint. I suddenly jumped at the sound of the door slamming open, “Geez,” I said before turning in my seat to see who had caused the huge commotion, “Want to pick up the door there buddy?” I chuckled as the boy stood there looking quite sheepish.

“Sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be in here.” He chuckled nervously, “Do you know if I can find tape in here?” He said quickly before I could answer his first sentence.

“Depends, you’re not going to use it for anything kinky are you?” I smirked and hopped off my seat in search for tape.

“Oh with who?” He smirked and followed behind me, “You and I are the only ones here, everyone has left.” He said watching me pull boxes off the shelves and rummage through them.

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When I look at you it’s as if God has put everything
I’ve ever dreamt of right in front of me. Your eyes
remind me of the moon; so bright and full of light.
Your smile is like magic, it has the power to remove
any sadness within my soul. Your laughter is the
most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, I don’t ever
want it to stop. Your voice is the most soothing
thing to play in my ears, I could listen to you talk
for the rest of my days. To me, you are more than
perfect. Although, I’ll never let you know of this as
I have buried it within the deepest depths of my
heart and it’s a secret I wish to keep. I once wished
to disappear, but loving you is a truth I never want
to escape. Call me crazy… but a part of me wants
to love you for the rest of my life, no matter how
painful that may be. I wish I could change destiny
and make you mine, I swear I’d never let you go.
You are my dream but this is reality and life has
given me no option but to accept that you’ll never
be mine.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #36
Jenseternity / instagram

I have to thank my ex boyfriends for teaching me the most valuable lesson I have learned in life. How to love myself. My past relationships, though there have been very few, were filled with constant belittling. I was either too skinny, or too fat. My boobs were too small, or too big. My ass not big at all. Not pretty enough, not nice enough, not smart enough, not fun enough. Only to in the end, leave me for woman who actually did fit the image they were trying to project on to me about myself. After a few heartbreaks, I decided and became adamant about not taking care of myself. My mind had the right idea, but my feelings created the wrong approach. People don’t love you for your looks. They love you for the way you love them. For how you make them feel. For the way you take care of them. I digress, eventually I stopped working out, I stopped dressing up. I decided that I did not want a man to be with me because of my appearance. And after a while, I felt even worst about myself. I felt like I wasn’t giving myself 100% to my heart, goals, soul and who Itruly was. I lost sight of who i was just so that someone could love me. I realized that I couldn’t lessen myself as a woman, just to make it comfortable for someone else. I realized that I had so much more to grow. I realized that these men didn’t love themselves and didn’t want me to love myself either. That these women, were probably at their best, but I could still be better. And I slowly found myself again. Slowly regained focus on my goals, and becoming better and better every day. And when I was at my best, continued to do even better. You will be so many amazing things to someone, and so many wrong things to another. But you can never be anything less than amazing for yourself. You can’t water yourself down for someone else to feel whole. You have to learn to be whole all by yourself. Become the person you want to be. Attract greatness in your life by projecting greatness.

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All I ever need in life is you only and only you,                                                   

I’ll do whatever it takes with all my heart and soul,                                          

That’s to keep loving you no matter when or where,                                         

Every single piece of my heart belongs only to you.                                           

Cocktail - คู่ชีวิต (Soul mate)

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Silent Treatment

Requested: reader and Juggy get in an argument and Juggy proceeds to give reader the silent treatment, Betty thinks it’s her chance.

Pairings Jugheadxreader

Warnings: Swearing? Fluff

A/N requested via ask box, some asked me for a different Jugheadxreader argument one not involving Betty and I want to let them know this is not it. Enjoy kittens!

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“jughead…jughead…Jughead…would you just listen to me” you attempted to pull your boyfriends crossed arms apart.
“You’re not seriously still mad about this?! This was before we were even a thing!” He continues to attempt to walk past you as if you weren’t there.  

“Jug stop!” You put both your hands on his chest and pushed against him to stop his meandering through the school halls.

“Jughead, it’s been like 4 days! Can you stop with the silent treatment!” He gave you one solitary blink before exhaling loudly and continuing his course leaving you standing there.

Putting your hands to the sides of you face and squeezing your eyes as closed as possible you wanted to scream the halls down.

“Hey YN!” You jumped at the sudden appearance of Betty.
“Oh hey bets”
“So I saw that…that little moment with you and Juggy there….trouble in Paradise?” Betty had managed to stifle the smirk begging to grow across her face.

“Ugh Betty, I’m so over it, im just finished with him…oh shit Betty I’m late, talk later!” you jogged away from the girl who was about to throw a live grenade into your relationship.

See, if you had time to find you would have gone on to say “finished with him ignoring me, I need to make it better” but no, you didn’t get a chance to finish. Betty heard what she wanted to hear and began to test the waters.
It started with small things, things he didn’t even notice and things you couldn’t notice because you were never around to see them. Betty wanted Jughead for herself and before you came along, she almost had him.
She then decided to swan dive into it, after all you and Jughead hadn’t spoken in almost a week and he avoided you, she didn’t really have much of a reason to believe ye were together in the first place.
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Jughead POV
I was angrily slamming the keys of my laptop when Betty came in out of the Friday rain to Pops’

“Hey BeanieBrain!” I shuddered slightly at Betty’s use of one of Yns endearing names for me, it didn’t sound right coming from her. Then again it had been nearing on 168hrs and 38 minutes since I last spoke to yn let alone heard her call me that. I stopped counting the seconds after second 172800.
Betty slid in next to me in the booth, miles closer than usual. I wish it was yn there now not Betty, god I miss yn, I’m such an idiot, I should go apologize for being an idiot. Idiot, idiot idiot.
“So juggggggggyyy whaaatcha dooooing?” Is betty drunk? Or high? She better be one of those because her hand is very much more than half up my thigh.

“uhhhh nothing Betty…what are you doing?” I half laugh in an attempt to diffuse the situation.

“im just going to do this” she whispered before leaning in and attaching her lips to mine. I have no idea what is going on right now but I do know this is wrong and nothing has made me want yn more. I’m about to pull away when I hear her.

“Jughead?!” yn stood at the other end of the diner, hands by her sides and hurt on her face. Oh my God oh my god

“Wha…what…what…you text me to meet you here for this?!” Her voice was breaking and I stood to say something but she was gone like a flash out the doors and into her car, swerving out the gate at fierce speed.

“Why did you do that Betty?! You knew I was with yn?!” I can’t tell if I’m angrier with myself or her right now. I grabbed my things roughly stuffing them inside my bag
“I’m sorry I thought you were broken up and and and”

“Broken up?!” I can’t believe what she’s saying “do you really think id be just sitting here if yn and I broke up?! Do you really think i could still go on breathing without yn in my life?!”
No answer.
“Well after tonight I guess we’ll find out the answer won’t we?” I take off out the door after ynn.

Yn pov

I’m just happy my parents aren’t home to see the state I came home in. They would have been full of questions before full of told you so’. I had been with Jug a little…a very little over a year but still I knew a little bit of them didn’t trust the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Maybe they were right….no no they weren’t yn shut up! Were they?
I threw myself on my bed before rolling as tightly as possible into the wall.

I wasn’t on the bed two seconds before banging came to the door. I sat up and looked out the window above me adjacent to the bed.
Jug. Nope. I threw myself down again. More knocking. More ignoring. More knocking. More ignoring. No knocking. Good.

My soul almost left my body with the fright Jughead gave me from knocking on the my bedroom window.

“JUGHEAD! I told you to stop climbing the drain pipe! We’re not kids anymore you could have fallen and died!?” I flung open the sash window and pulled him in through it and onto the bed.

I rolled over with my back to him immediately after that. I felt him lie behind me before slowly, gently putting an arm on my side. He slowly edged closer to me until he was cuddled against my back, slightly wet from the rain crashing outside. I felt his face nuzzle lightly against my neck and I fought the urge to shiver at the drop of water that leaves his hair and landed on me.

“Yn…” the voice I haven’t heard in a week makes the hair on my neck stand up.
“No”
“Let me just explain…”
“Oh so now you want to explain yourself I’m supposed to listen?! You kissed some other girl jug?! you kissed Betty! That’s way worse then what I did!” I couldn’t stop myself from crying.
My body started shaking before jughead wrapped his grip around me tighter to steady me,

“I know yn, im an idiot, I didn’t give you a chance to explain, please please let me explain” Jughead whispers before gently kissing the nape of my neck and then nuzzling me again.
“If you want to be with betty then…” Jughead flipped me over and pulled me into his chest before I could finish the very soul crushing thought.
“Ynn I don’t want to be with Betty, I’ve never wanted to be with Betty, i only want to be with you”
“I’m really sorry about…”

“Don’t apologise for that, it was stupid. I’m sorry for what happened with Betty but you have to understand she kissed me, i didn’t want what happened to happen” he kissed the top of my head before I buried myself into his chest and tangled our legs together.
“Juggy I don’t want to fight anymore”
“I never want to fight again, it nearly killed me not speaking”
“Yeah it wasn’t great for me either…then again it was very peaceful” jughead nudged me with his head lightly in response, breathing a chuckle.

“i love you so much yn”

“I love you too Juggy….but you’re soaked from the rain and need to get out of my bed” I playful shove him away as he smirked, shoving me back.
“Hey I ran here in the rain, that’s some notebook shit right there”

“I’m pretty sure in the notebook Ryan Gosling didn’t kiss another girl to have to run in the rain sooo” he rolls his eyes ((I fail at being a stereotypical girl and I haven’t seen the notebook so idk maybe gosling does 😂))
“Seriously though Beaniebrain you’re going to get sick, go take a shower”
“Yes” a wicked smile grew on his face before he climbed over me and stood up.

“Let’s take a shower” he suddenly threw me over his shoulder.
“Jughead!!!! You lovable idiot put me down!!,” I couldn’t not laugh, I love him so much.
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An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

Sooo. I needed some practice after my writer’s block so I decided to write this random tumblr prompt and make it slightly bokuroo. Please don’t shoot me. Enjoy!


“Grandma, what the fuck.”

Language, Tetsurou,” his grandmother scolds goodnaturedly.

Kuroo stares and stares and stares, because seriously, what the fuck, grandma.

“Hey hey!” The man beaming behind her waves a hand enthusiastically in greeting. “Nice house!”

“It’s uh, not mine.” Kuroo says awkwardly, and pats his grandma gently on the shoulder.

“Thank you, dear,” she also beams.

Why the fuck is everyone beaming, Kuroo thinks, what is so great about this. The attic is a bit of a steep descent, and at his grandmother’s age, she really shouldn’t be climbing up and down with those knees.

“I got it,” the man and his incredibly thick arms literally block the way when Kuroo moves to lend his grandma an arm.

“Right,” Kuroo grits. It’s my grandmother, he thinks viciously, but the guy looks so damn happy it’d be like kicking a puppy.

‘The guy’ is a bit of an understatement, to be quite honest. Maybe grandma’s just left her specs at the kitchen table again, but those weird horns- not to mention the black and white hair- are definitely not ‘guy’-like. They’re… evil-like, and Kuroo is really worried about his grandmother.

Those claws don’t look too comfortable either, but her thick jumper solves that problem. At least he’s got proper feet, Kuroo supposes, it’d be a bit awkward getting about with hooves.

“Satan?”

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You are so very passionate about loving people. About helping people love themselves. You praise them, both outloud and excessively inside your head. You tell them that their flaws make them unique and different and oh so wonderful. You remind them of that all the time.

And then you look in the mirror and frown. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, as if your own reflection causes you pain. All you see are flaws, but not the ones that make one unique. Simple flaws. Just.. flaws. Flaws that can’t be described as unique and wonderful and everything inbetween. Flaws that somehow ‘ruin’ you.

How? How can you do this to yourself? How do you sit there preaching self love and self care when you do neither, not one. You self hate and self loath and you compare yourself to death, knowing that you’re killing yourself, slowly but surely. It’s happening. What a horrible way to die.

Stop putting such importance on physical beauty. Stop reducing all that you are to the shape of your face or eyes or body. Stop reducing yourself to the thickness and texture of your hair or the curves of your nose or the depth of your fine lines. Stop it, stop it right now.

Can’t you see you’re beautiful? That smile it’s amazing. That voice, so soothing. That personality? Priceless. You’re one in eight million. Literally. There is no one remotely like you.

Its okay to want to look good, but don’t become so obsessed with beauty and western standards or even your own culture’s standards of beauty that you lose sight of all that which is truely important.

Take care of your skin, your body, your hair, your health, but take care of your mind and heart and soul along the way too my friend. The body does not last forever, it will deteriorate sooner or later. It will sag and wrinkle and die.

So take care of your character, your personality. Leave a mark on people and their lives by showing how beautiful one can be. How you can possess a beauty so infinite even death cannot erase the memory of you.

Aim for that kind of beauty. The beauty of the soul and heart. That is true beauty, no matter what anyone says. You know it to be true too, don’t you?

Bucky Barnes Soul mate AU drabble

Summary: Bucky has a soul mate, but doesn’t know it until he, Steve and Sam come back from a mission

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader Y/N, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson

Notes: I am the worst at updating!!! But since it’s my birthday, you can’t yell at me! :p This one has been in my drafts for a while… Enjoy this cute fluff!

Soulmate. The concept had always been present in Bucky’s mind as it was in everyone’s, but he had never felt anything or recieved any sort of message from his person. He had tried writing a simple ‘hello’ once when he was in high school, but there was no reply. He saw so many people feel what their soul mate felt and talked back and forth through writing on their arms with marker or pen. He had seen so many couples stop and stare in amazement at meeting for the first time, almost undoubtedly kissing at first sight.

During Bucky’s capture, all he could think about was what his soul mate felt during the torture and whenever he had the chance and remembered, he wrote apologies all along his right arm.

And now, in the 21st century, Bucky still had no soulmate. Steve had found his, of course, and Bucky was glad for that, but also a bit jealous at times. He’d see Steve and Sharon look at each other in that way and he’d be so happy for Steve and then want something like that for himself. By now, though, the concept wasn’t something he thought about since he figured that maybe he wasn’t meant to have a soul mate. Maybe the universe made it so that he didn’t have that unmistakable feeling when he looked at someone for the first time and maybe he wasn’t supposed to feel what they felt.

Bucky, Steve and Sam were on a mission in France. It was supposed to be a simple extraction of intel and it was until Bucky felt a shooting pain that radiated from his foot to his kneecap on his right side. He looked down and there was nothing that could have caused such an almost debilitating pain, so he did his best to ignore it. Once their mission was complete, they all went back to the safe house in Germany to keep their payload safe and rest up for a day of traveling.

“You okay, Barnes?” Sam asked Bucky once they entered the house.

“What? Yeah, I’m good. My leg just hurts,” Bucky explained.

“You’re not bleeding, are you? How did you get hurt?” Sam asked.

“I didn’t, that’s the thing… Probably just a cramp,” Bucky surmised.

They each retired to their rooms and as Bucky undressed, he noticed that there was writing on his leg. His heart raced as he read the text that appeared on the inner side of his calf.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make your leg hurt. I fell down a flight of stairs and broke my fibula…” it read. Bucky’s heart raced. He had a soul mate and they were apologizing to him.

Not knowing what else to do, he threw some sweats on and knocked on Steve’s door.

“Come in,” Steve said.

Bucky opened the door and shut it behind him, his heart pounding out of his chest.

“Steve… My soul mate…” he managed out. He lifted his leg up and Steve read the writing.

“Bucky, we have to find this person…” Steve said, sounding happy. “Write back! But, not on that leg, it’s probably in a cast by now. Bucky this is fantastic!”

Bucky had no idea what to make of all this. Steve gave Bucky a couple of markers to write with and he started to write back on the opposite leg.

“That’s okay, get a cast on it. What’s your name?” Bucky read aloud to Steve as he wrote.

It was a few seconds before he recieved a reply.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N. What’s yours?” Bucky read aloud as the words appeared on his skin. It was a girl. His heart leapt bounds and he froze, a million thoughts swirling in his head.

“Well, go on then!” Steve said, noticing Bucky’s hesitation.

“What if she knows who I am and what I’ve done… what if she doesn’t want to meet me…“ Bucky’s self-doubt spilled out of his mouth.

“Buck, she’s your soul mate there’s no way she wouldn’t want to meet you,” Steve explained.

With a shaky hand, Bucky wrote his full name and waited for a reply.

“The hero, Bucky Barnes? That’s you?” she wrote. Bucky studied the word “hero”. He had never thought of himself as one, always the villian if there had to be one, but when her first impression of him was that he was a hero, then he supposed it couldn’t be all bad.

By the end of the night, they had set up a time place to meet in person and Bucky was shaking with nerves by the time he was waiting for her. He had begged Steve to come with him to the Starbucks where they were to meet and after wearing him down, Steve finally agreed. It was mid-October, so the New York air was chilly and it didn’t help Bucky’s nerves at all.

Then he felt it.

His head started spinning and his heart felt like it was beating out of his chest as he looked around to see her. To his left, he saw a girl on crutches, her right leg wrapped in a purple cast. It was her.

“Steve…” Bucky managed out and gestured to her.

Before Bucky knew what he was doing, he walked over to her and their eyes met. Time seemed to stop when they looked at each other. His heart skipped a beat, he swore, and he could see nothing but her. Those eyes were the most beautiful he’d ever seen and he wanted nothing more than to stare into them for the rest of his life.

“It’s you… You’re Bucky,” she spoke breathlessly. “You’re my soul mate.”

Bucky smiled and nodded. “I’m.. I’m so glad to meet you…”

A huge smile spread across her face and Bucky couldn’t help but be mesmerized by how truly stunning she is. He wanted to know everything about her: her favorite foods, what kind of clothes she liked, even her favorite perfume. Interrupting his train if thought, Steve spoke from behind him.

“Bucky? Is this her?” he asked.

Bucky tore his eyes away from her face and looked at Steve. “Yeah, this is her… This is my soul mate, Y/N… Oh, Y/N, this is my best friend Steve.”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” she said and leaned her weight on her good leg to stick her hand out to Steve for him to shake.

Bucky felt lighter than air when she spoke and he wanted nothing more than her happiness. The sun had begun to set by the time their drinks were finished.

“Well, I should get going. I have some medication to take and an exam to study for… It was wonderful to finally meet you, Bucky…” Y/N said in the sweetest voice he’d ever heard.

“I think you two should stay at the tower tonight…“ Steve said and smiled.

Bucky knew that he and Y/N had to spend the night together–it was a seal for their bond. At this point in their lives, their soul mate bonding is at its most fragile at the first meeting. There are some soul bonds that fall apart and take years of emotional labor to repair. Bucky looked at Y/N with pleading eyes and she smiled and nodded.

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The following morning, Bucky woke up to soft skin against his own and a warm body curled tightly against him. As he breathed in, he smelled strawberries and vanilla, and it encouraged him to bury his head deeper into Y/N’s hair.

“Good morning, Bucky,” he heard her coo softly after she shifted slightly. Her cast made it hard for her to move freely in the bed, so Bucky made sure to move with her wherever she needed.

“Morning, doll..” he said and pulled back from her to look at her face.

She looked up at him and they smiled at each other as if the whole world had stopped just for them. Bucky’s heart began to pound in his chest and he placed a hand to her soft cheek.

Before he knew what he was doing, he followed the loudest voice in his head, screaming to just kiss her. So he did. He anchored his head down and let his lips fall to hers gently. She tasted of sweet mint, vanilla and decadent strawberries. Bucky was intoxicated and he couldn’t get enough. It was only when their lungs demanded oxygen that they parted from their passionate and time-stopping kiss.

“So… Breakfast?” he asked her and she nodded, giggling.