destiel fic; PG; 4k Prompt: Imagine that person A decides to send person B a picture of
themselves next to a funny statue/really weird stuffed animal/the world’s most
beautiful chocolate cake/whatever else with the caption “im leaving you i found
someone else” thinking person B would find it hilarious, except they send the
caption before the picture and the signal is bad so person B doesn’t see the
picture, just the caption, and they start crying.
A/N: This is for an anon prompt that I received. Special thanks go to Shannon and @totumd97 for beta reading
“Hurry up, Sammy, I’m starting to feel like a douche
standing next to this guy,” Dean said as he struggled to keep his ridiculously
“I’m trying to,
Dean, but your phone keeps giving me a ‘battery low’ warning that gets in the
way,” Sam grumbled. “Ah, wait. Okay…got it!”
Dean relaxed from his pose, stepping away from the large
sculpture of Apollo and holding his hand out to get his cell phone back from
“Quick, I wanna send this picture to Cas before my battery
Sam handed the phone to him with a teasing smile on his
face. “You know you two are really gross, right?”
Dean went into the messaging system he always used with Cas
and started typing. “You know we only do that to annoy you, right? We’re not
nearly as into PDA when you’re not around.”
He snickered at the offended look on Sam’s face at the
bald-faced lie. They’d only been dating for a few months, and were still firmly
in the ‘can’t keep my hands off you for more than a minute’ honeymoon period of
Dean had met Cas in his second year psychology class, which
was mandatory, even though Dean was an engineering student, and he was pretty
sure cars didn’t need therapy. But he couldn’t begrudge having to take the
class since it led him to Cas. Castiel Novak, theology major, youngest of five
brothers and sisters, and – if you asked Dean – probably the primary reason the
sun rose in the morning. Okay, he would never say that out loud, but he was
head over heels for the guy and he was pretty sure the feeling was mutual.
They’d become friends after they were assigned a project
together, discovering that they actually had some mutual friends such as
Charlie Bradbury, CompSci major, and Kevin Tran, pre-med student. For a little
while, they’d danced around each other, unsure about the other’s feelings. But
with a little help from their mutual friends and Cas’s most infuriating brother
Gabriel, who’d somehow all figured out that Dean and Cas liked each other even
before they realized it themselves, they ended up being tricked into going a
date. By the end of the evening, they were making out on Dean’s dorm room
couch, and from that moment on they’d been inseparable.
This trip actually marked the first time they’d been apart
from each other for more than a weekend, and Dean was experiencing Cas
Withdrawal SyndromeTM already. But he’d promised Sam years ago that
he would take him on a trip with just the two of them as a high school
graduation present, and he was actually enjoying it a lot. Just Sam and him and
his baby, spending three weeks together in the Midwest going from motel to
motel and doing whatever they felt like doing.
Today was a good example of the total randomness of their
activities. They’d been driving through a small town in Utah when Sam had
noticed the Greco-Roman museum that was inexplicably situated between the town
library and a flower shop. Sam had dragged Dean inside, and they’d soon
discovered that the museum was basically a collection of replicas, which made
sense. It wasn’t like a museum in Smalltown, USA would have actual genuine
Greco-Roman artefacts lying around. Still, the replicas were of a fairly good
quality, and Sam seemed happy enough, so Dean just let him have his fun.
But then he’d noticed the pièce de résistance of the entire
collection - a large statue of a naked Apollo sporting an impressive set of abs
– and a plan had immediately formed in his head. He hadn’t messaged or called
Cas in the last two days and he was in a teasing mood.
And now, his plan was put into action.
Me: Hey, it’s been fun
these past few months, but I’m leaving you. I’ve met someone who’s absolutely
Just as Dean hit send, his screen started to dim, and the ‘battery
low’ warning flashed on his screen. He had 1% left. He quickly hurried to
attach the picture of him standing next to the sculpture to a follow-up
message. A second after he hit send, his screen went black as his battery gave
up the ghost.
Sure that the message had reached its destination, Dean
pocketed his phone and went to stand behind Sam, who was admiring a decorative
vase, ruffling his hair and earning a “Hey! Jerk,” as a result.
note: the title comes from the song “above the clouds of pompeii”, which I listen to on repeat always, and this chapter was originally the whole thing until I got carried away (as usual).
Even though he’s not supposed to, Will knows what his house is really made from.
Other kids have houses built from bricks and mortar, or linoleum siding, or wood and nails and the sweat of their grandfathers. Will’s been in houses like that. Sturdy on the outside and warm on the inside.
Will’s house is made of secrets and ghosts, and it is fragile, and it is always empty.
Sometimes he comes home from school and his grandma is there instead of his dad. He guesses he should be grateful for this: he has friends whose parents have disappeared without saying a word to anyone. When his dad disappears - to the desert or Greenland or some farm town in Iowa - he always makes sure someone is there to take care of Will.
And he always brings back a postcard. When Will was younger he loved those postcards. He tacked them up all over his room: pictures of weird rock formations, skyscrapers, glaciers, towns built into cliffs. Now that he’s older, he’d rather have a normal dad than a thousand postcards, but there’s no take-backs when it comes to parents.
Min-jin rested on Rika’s (and now her) couch upside down, taking her time to answer carefully to an email when a notification popped up to let her know that Seven was currently in the chat room. Feeling a little excited by this, she sat up straight and brought her legs down and off the back of the couch to sit cross-legged, saving what she had written so far before entering the chatroom herself.
707: Hey, Min-jin, have you eaten yet?
Me: No, not yet. I might get some chips tho
707: I hope you don’t eat too many snacks lol 707: I recommend snacks to people like me and Yoosung 707: who are stupid or lost or have no reason to live. lol
Eyes widening, the brunette impulsively threw her phone away from her, only to flinch when it hit the wall and and slammed onto the floor with a plastic thud. Her hand covered her mouth, feeling ill. The phone buzzed frantically, like a swarm of bees urgently trying to leave a hive that had just been struck.
Seven could see Min-jin clearly from his cameras, the couch being one of the few things visible from the apartment’s narrow hallway. He cursed himself for being too honest, ruining the mood again. Why couldn’t he say anything right? Next time, just say that she should take care of herself and eat healthy, instead of making it about him and drag down the mood… Fuck, he needed to fix this.
(crack a joke, distract her from the problem comment, sidestep it all until it got dismissed or forgotten)
He needed this. He needed her friendship (because there was no way such a radiant person like her, so lively and wonderful, would ever seek to be more than a sympathetic friend he could occasionally joke with).
Because he remembered; he remembered how she would always fall in love with one of the others.
(not with him, never with him)
Because he was her wing-man, her best friend, and it would always stay that way, remain safely that way.
Because he couldn’t bare the idea of making a single mistake that might push her away, could never live with himself if that were to happen.
(because if it did, he would make the next reset happen himself)
[one way or another]
He watched her pace, tug at her long hair and worry her lip in anxiety. She wasn’t responding to the notifications. He could clearly see the phone vibrating on the floor…
“I ruined it,” he muttered to himself. “Why did I have to write that? Why do I always have to do that…?!”
Seven’s heart thundered in his chest when she finally turned her head towards the device, blood rushing through his ears in a panic, sure that his worst fears were about to happen. That she would tell him that she couldn’t do it anymore, or that he made her uncomfortable.
He prayed for her to dismiss it; he wasn’t as religious as he made himself out to be and knew that he could always, always do so much better than he was right now (sometimes he wondered if he was already in some form of hell), but he did still believe, did still hope that there was God out there and his suffering wasn’t pointless.
(because if his suffering meant that she could be happy, he would welcome the worst of pain, the worst of loneliness, the worst of his nighterrors, of his flashbacks and triggers, of his intense need for someone to fill the emptiness before he could finally cave in on himself and become nothing and cease to exist… because at least she would still be there. Waiting for him once everything started all over again. Always there, always bright and pure and untouched from everything the RFA was and the shadow that followed it)
[he was always so grateful for each reset, because that meant he had time to get to know a different side of her before someone claimed her heart]
[he was always so angry for each reset, because the torment would begin again, he could never try to move on or find someone else, because it was only him who remembered and whatever relationship he tried to start would never last]
Something wet fell on his hand, startling him from his self-loathing. He gingerly felt his face; tears. Removing his glasses, he furiously scrubbed at his face to get rid of them, cursing quietly under his breath in reproach. His phone buzzed. A song began to play:
Every morning I wake up to the same sweet sound~ Picking up my cell phone that’s been ringing~
Swallow hard to get his voice under control, he scrabbled to pick it up and answering loudly to hide the fact that it wavered, “Hello! This is the Defender of Justice Seven-Zero-Seven! State your wish and it will be granted, my fair Princess~!”
The grin he had conjured for the character he had to act as, slipped. It slipped and melted away into frown, because this wasn’t part of the script. She wasn’t supposed to call him that.
“Luciel, count the things that make you happy.”
“Count the things,” she repeated patiently. “That make you happy.”
Seven let out a nervous laugh, “I don’t think that would mean much, Jagi, most of the things I like are pretty ridiculous and-”
“So what?” She interrupted. “They make you happy, so they matter, regardless of how silly you’re worried they might be. So, count them.”
“I… Okay,” he acquiesced. “I like Elizabeth Third. I like my cars. I like Doctor Pepper, and Honey Buddha Chips, and those baked fish pastries.”
“I like playing computer games and going on long drives to no where in particular. I like going fishing with Zen, teasing Yoosung, and giving Jaehee and Jumin a hard time.”
“What else do you like?”
“I like to travel, especially when V takes me with sometimes to take pictures of me. I like dresses and putting on makeup sometimes.”
“You look really beautiful when you do, you know?”
She sighed, “What else makes you happy, Luciel?”
“I like my ringtone for you,” he finally admitted in a whisper, blood pumping in his ears loudly.
He laughed. Voice nearly hysterical from the close brush at admitted everything.
“See, Jagiya~? I told you, lots of little things, nothing important!”
“I think they are,” Min-jin finally said after several long seconds passed, her voice a little rough. She cleared her throat. “They might not be goals or world-saving-missions for the Defender of Justice… But isn’t it those ‘little things’ that make everything better? I think your happiness is reason enough to get up in the morning everyday… And if I’m honest, you are one of the things that make me happy.”
He couldn’t breathe, throat clenching and nose tingling, vision blurry. “Min… Min-jin, I…”
He could say it.
He could say it now.
If there was ever a time where he could utter those words, it would be right now.
“Luciel? Are you okay?”
He had to say it! Say something before it was too late!
He had to-
“If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought you fell in love with me, Princess~” Seven forced out an obnoxious laugh, his mind blank and body numb. He felt nothing. There was nothing. “Careful there, don’t want to give a guy the wrong idea!”
“Seven!” Min-jin scolded with a groan.
“Really got you going didn’t I? Look, look, it’s fine, I’m fine, and it is waaay past your bedtime. What is it? Two forty-six in the morning?”
“I, uh, yeah, but-”
“Look, let’s sleep on this, I’ll see you in the morning!”
“Seven-Zero-Seven, out!" He immediately pressed 'end’ before she could finish had threw the phone across the room before collapsing on the floor. Forcefully grabbing his hair tightly, and banging his head on his knees, he shook.
Chest trembling, lip shaking, breath catching and stuttering as he tried to hold it all inside, keep it together, keep it together, hold it all it, bottle it up, put it to side, it doesn’t hurt it doesn’t hurt he’s fine he’s fine it’s finefinefinefine-
(there’s a sort of keening noise coming from his mouth, and it almost sounds inhuman, like something’s dying)
The whine stutters and catches in his throat unable to get around the lump, and it sounds like his drowning and all he can do is hear his name:
[Luciel, Luciel, Luciel-]
…you’re one of the things that make me happy…
And then he can’t do it anymore.
He can’t hold back, he can’t hold it in, and he’s sobbing, sobbing, sobbing.
His wails fill the room, tears and snot smearing on his jeans and his head grinds itself there and his fingers dig into each other as they hold his legs tightly to himself, desperately trying to keep what remains of him together.
It hurts, it hurts so much.
It’s like there’s a weight on his chest slow crushing him.
Like there’s a blackhole where his heart should be, slowly sucking him in and making his body crumple in on itself to futilely fill the void, the hungry emptiness that would never go away now because-
He gave her up. He didn’t tell her:
"I like you.”
“You make me happy too.”
“I will have one reason to live, as long as you’re around.”
“Let’s be happy, together.”
He threw it all away, for her.
Because someone so bright and shining, shouldn’t be tied down with heavy chains and a dead weight.
(because someone as selfish as him would never let her go otherwise; she would never be free again, if he did; he would kill them both otherwise, everything would be ruined, and there would be no more parties; no more second chances)
He was her best friend.
And that’s all he would ever be.
(if only he had look up in prayer, then he would have seen her; he would have seen Min-jin crumpled on the floor of the hallway; he would have seen her crying and hurting just as he was)
“We’re married, I swear. It sounds crazy but we are. I was in 2020, and then I woke up back in 2010 and life is very different but there has to be a reason why I found you again, right? Please, listen to me.” Zayn pleads while Liam looks freaked out, “Uhh, sorry mate, but I don’t even know you, you must’ve gotten me wrong for some other bloke.”
❝ He feels like he isn’t doing it for Zayn anymore, because the interest in his mind starts building a tower for itself and he brings himself not to mind anymore. ❞or where Liam and Zayn fall in love over Bollywood-y things.
This last 18 months have all been about endings and not just temporary endings, permanent change and Liam just wants to feel like the ground isn’t quicksand under his feet anymore.A story where Liam’s parents head for Australia leaving him with no choice but to find a nanny to help him take care of Hannah. This is what happens next.
He lived in a world where people are born inked with words forearms and wrists. Words that have meaning and reason. The first words your soulmate directs at you. (Or alternatively, just another soulmate AU)
Inspired by this tumblr post: "AU where everyone is born with a very unique tattoo on their ankle, nobody else in the world has that tattoo. Every time you fall in love with someone, their tattoo appears somewhere else on your body. (not necessarily soulmates, just who you fall in love with)."Zayn Malik, who only has one tattoo on his body that wasn’t his own, and that was enough. He didn’t need anymore than that, it was difficult enough the first time.Liam Payne, the popstar who falls in love too easily, whose body is scattered with tattoos.So what happens when they meet and find a new tattoo on each of their bodies? I blame the Superhero Incident.
The lives of two dads, a baby, and a puppy intertwine in a (short) tale of giggling and yapping.– It’s entertaining to the point of Zayn belatedly realising he’s no longer behind Liam. Instead, he now watches the adorable ‘massacre’ from Liam’s lap, soothed by a gentle warm hand on his back. Gentle circles on the small of his back underneath his shirt. This is certain to make him melt every time."It’s cute, but— we’re watching this 'cos…?”“Obvious, innit?” Liam grins, eyes crinkling up as his whole face lights up with excitement. “Alim’s getting his own dog."Well, Zayn can’t say he saw this one coming. – Or the one where Zayn should learn how to say 'no’ to Liam.
Inspired by the Friends episode “The one where everyone finds out.”Liam and Zayn decide to see how long it takes the other boys to figure out they’re together, added to them not allowed to leave their hotel, turns into a battle to see who wins.They don’t know that we know that they know that we know.
Romeo and Juliet, their love story is one of the most told around the world, except, aren’t love stories supposed to end with happily ever afters?So what happens when Zayn Malik, son of one of the most well known and richest CEOs in London, falls in love with the son of his father’s rival, Liam Payne?Will their love story end like Romeo and Juliet’s, with poison and blood, or will theirs be different?
Zayn hates swimming pools. He has to go pick up his daughter from one, when he sees her swimming teacher, he may just forget how much he hates them.(a prompt fill from Tumblr for Single Dad/Teacher AU. and another exercise in how I can’t come up with titles for love nor money)
Ethan giggled at that, pressing his little fingers into Zayn’s beard. “Your kisses tickle, papa!”Zayn froze, his lips on the tip of Ethan’s nose. He and Liam had only been together a few months, and Ethan routinely called him ‘Zee’……so this? This was new.
Apart from a failed relationship and a secret that he’s not sharing with anyone, Liam likes his orderly life just fine. Zayn hates people like Liam and when a chance encounter throws them together, neither of them are prepared for what follows.
Liam and Zayn have been married for years, and have three beautiful sons. Liam works from home to take care of the house and the kids, while Zayn spends all of his time working. Dealing with an angsty teenager, a hyper 7 year old, and a quickly growing toddler (mostly) alone is dragging him down to a place he hasn’t been since before he and Zayn met. At least their dog is cute.
Zayn and Liam are the world’s best football players and they both play for opposite teams. Zayn had a hard time growing up and struggles a lot with anxiety and pressure problems and he hates Liam for always being cool and chill and perfect. So when the two rivals finally meet, things go down a completely different road than Zayn had expected.
Liam’s boyfriend recently broke up with her and Zayn decides to have a girls night in… just one tender touch leads to a passionate night and Liam can’t help but wonder if this temporary fix can solve her heartache.
In which Liam’s girlfriend of 2 years breaks up with him, leaving him an absolute pathetic, wreck, so his friends [Niall, Harry, Louis, and Zayn] take it upon themselves to take him out to a club after weeks of solitude.While they’re there, Zayn unknowingly helps Liam hook up with a girl, which results in Liam begging Zayn to be his wingman and help him hook up with anyone he deems worthy.Zayn agrees [sort of], but unbeknownst to Liam, there’s just a faint problem.Zayn is helplessly, irrevocably, and unbelievably in love with Liam.
The moment the sentence drops on the table he notices the way Liam starts to shake before he’s looking into his eyes with this incredulous look on his face. “You’d want that?” He heaves out his tone almost bewildered. Zayn just grabs his fingers under the table and presses. “If I didn’t – you’d know by now I wouldn’t have stuck around.” “But you’re so – I don’t really know how to put it – just –” “Shush it.” He orders maybe a bit too harshly. “You’re one of the best things that have entered my life since she left it. Kiss me.” He watches as Liam’s eyes divert towards the girls lost in the tablet Liam handed Vi in the car. “Kiss me.” He says again. “From the look of them, they’ll be just fine with the news.”
Zayn Malik is one of the highest paid escorts in London. He’s good at his job, he knows this. But it’s not his chosen field, it’s easy money so he can have a chance to pursue his chosen field without becoming homeless. His employer Caroline has many rules to keep him safe but Zayn only has one ‘Don’t Get Attached’. Of course, there was always going to be one, the guy who would come in to the picture and make Zayn’s easy job almost impossible.
What is grief? In technical terms, it is a multifaceted response to loss, particularly to the loss of someone or something that has died, to which a bond or affection was formed. Although conventionally focused on the emotional response to loss, it also has physical, cognitive, behavioral, social, and philosophical dimensions. My mum likes to say that grief is the invisible anchor that has kept me in my bed, too weary to properly function. Grief is what cause people to look at me strangely when I suddenly can’t breathe because I saw something that forced me to think of him. It shouldn’t be this hard. He was just a boy. A boy with freckled cheeks that crinkled by his eyes every time his frown that would curve upwards and instantly have everyone surrounding him grinning too. To me, grief had very little similiarities to what I have been going through since the day his mum called mine with news that would change my life forever.
Liam’s been blind since he’s eight, and he’s now twenty three. Zayn’s a painter who plays his music too loud, and always wears a collogne that sticks in the hallways. Liam has an imaginative mind, and Zayn has the brushes to paint it. They help each other out.
This story is played in the mid 19th.. Zayn, Louis and Niall are pirate friends and their captain is Louis. Harry is a British nobleman who will join in by a few chapters.. And the major character is Liam, the captain of a birtish navy ship. All of them will eventually get together, with Some accidents..
In the early 19th century, The two most prestigious packs of London, the Paynes and Maliks hate each other guts. So The Alpha king, who was mostly a peaceful man decided to have an end to this feud by tying an Alpha with an omega of the other pack. Once this agreement achieved the couple would get a tempting prize, but would the two families allow the chosen couple to have some peace?
I'm just really into some semi-angst lately. So I hope you don't mind if I ask for some. Can I request three characters (Kise, Himuro, and Midorima) with this prompt: the girl is their good friend. She confessed to them but was already rejected. The guy realizes a few years later that he has fallen in love with the girl, but the girl doesn't realize it? Is it too confusing? It's hard to word it... Just let me know if it's too confusing?
Not at all~
Kise: He sighs almost wistfully, regretting rejecting you in the past. It had only been a few years, but now, he was absolutely positive that he was in love with you. The problem was, you didn’t feel the same anymore. You’d both agreed to stay close friends and that was that. You were just so close to him, yet so far…
Though Kise was an ambitious person, he knew when to draw the line. He knows that you had moved on, that you didn’t love him anymore. It hurt. It really, really hurt. Most painful of all was that no matter how many other girls came to him because of his looks and fame, you would never come back to him.
If only he’d realized sooner just how amazing you were…
Himuro: Though he acted as normal as ever, Himuro was in quite a state of turmoil inside. How cliche was it that he only realized how much he loved you after you had gotten over him? Whenever you do anything, he finds himself staring in awe, because really, had he been blind? You’re so beautiful.
Of course, you wouldn’t think the same about him. You certainly knew that Himuro was attractive, but the mention of him would never cause your eyes to light up, or your cheeks to flush the slightest bit… You wouldn’t feel the same as he did. You weren’t aware of his feelings.
And somehow, that made it all the more painful.
Midorima: Midorima hadn’t changed much at all, save for the fact that he got weirdly tensed up around you. You were still close, but Midorima was a bit more closed-off than he used to be. Rather than upset or heartbroken, it was almost as if he felt…ashamed.
Ashamed that he’d brushed you off; ashamed that despite hurting you, you had agreed to staying close friends; ashamed that he had slowly developed feelings for you afterwards; ashamed that he keeps unabashedly staring at you day after day even though you’ve long since moved on; ashamed, ashamed, ashamed.
The guilt swirls around inside him, and he bitterly wonders to himself why Oha Asa hadn’t forewarned any of this.
You felt the small smile slowly fade when you saw his eyes darken. “K-Kim.. Jo-Jongin.. is dead.” He suddenly hissed, snarling at the thick glass. The effort you had mustered to keep your confidence up, had shattered instantly at the psychotic man’s words. Letting out a large round of laughter, the guards quickly injected him in the neck, his body slowly falling limp. Although being knocked out, you felt the familiar shiver run down your spine as his eyes remained open, staring deeply into your soul.
You quickly stood up from your seat, dejectedly pushing your glasses further up your nose as you stalked out of the room. Pushing past some of the guards, you hurriedly walked to your car, hitting the wheels of your car in frustration. “Fuck!” You yelled, tugging at the roots of your hair as your voice echoed around the parking lot.
“Problem?” You heard someone ask from behind you. Your eyes widened when you saw Minseok, who shakily stood a few feet away from you. In complete shock, you stumbled out of your car, your hair flying in your face when you managed to catch yourself before planting on the floor. He gave you a crooked smile, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes struggling to meet yours.
He kept his gaze at his feet, his breathing quickening at the thoughts running through his mind. “H-How are they?” He asked softly, his shaky pupils looking deeply into yours. Shrugging, it was your turn to avoid his eyes. “Kyungsoo is fine, nothing happening to him shockingly.” You spoke, furrowing your eyebrows in realization. Snapping your head up to Minseok, your eyes met, his widening in surprise.
“Everyone got severe punishments. Right?” You questioned, Minseok giving you a slow nod, trying to grasp onto the situation. “Everytime I went there, at least someone was screaming, being dragged away, or even hooked onto their beds like Jongin. But everytime I visited Kyungsoo, he was always so clean. Polished, hell, he barely had a scratch when they were finished with him.”
“What are you saying?” Minseok asked in confusion, not grasping where your mind was wandering. “I’m saying, why is Kyungsoo getting special treatment when the rest of the guys are getting worse and worse by the second. Sure, he has cuts on his legs and arms, but why is it he’s not as hurt as everyone else?” You spoke slowly, taking notice of how Minseok’s eyes scrunched together in thought.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Minseok mumbled softly under his breath, his eyes holding a sense of disappointment. You only nodded, giving him an apologetic glance.
“It’s a large possibility.”
Jongin felt fire in his lungs. His limbs feeling as heavy as ever. “Wh-Where am I?” He questioned out loud, barely mustering the strength to open his eyes. The sudden flashes of light blurred his vision temporarily, causing him to blink his eyes for a while. He heard muffled voices surrounding him, followed by the whir of machines and the heavy thuds of boots moving around.
He craned his neck to the side, a shiver running down his spine when he caught sight of a blade in one of the men’s hands. The man approached him slowly, his face covered by the mask tightly wrapped around his chin. Jongin let out small whimpers, his voice raspy and hoarse for reasons he couldn’t control anymore. He wrangled around against the restraints that he just noticed were around his arms and feet again.
The cold edge of the blade was dragged lightly across Jongin’s cheek, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. “Do you remember how many people you did this to, Mr.Kim?” The voice sneered at Jongin, who felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “Do you?” The man hissed louder, digging the tip of the blade against Jongin’s tanned cheek.
He quickly shook his head no. The trickle of blood leaking out of his skin and slowly cascading down to his neck. The man’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, shaking his head in disappointment before retracting the blade. “So you don’t remember how many families you’ve broken? How many people you’ve hurt? How many children you’ve left parentless?”
“I-It wasn’t my fa-fault.” Jongin stuttered out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. The man lightly slapped the back of his hand against Jongin’s cheek, slightly smearing the blood across. “Wasn’t your fault? Then who’s was it? Jonghin’s? What about little Hyerin’s?” The man asked teasingly, reaching into his pocket to take out his phone, wiggling it tauntingly in Jongin’s face.
“Appa!” He clenched his eyes shut, hearing the happy cheers of his children. The sound of their giggles sending Jongin’s heart to the pit of his stomach. “Appa, we miss you!” They both spoke in unison. “Eomma still isn’t back from the store. She must’ve gotten lost.” Hyerin giggled, the voice making Jongin’s face crack into a small smile, followed by the soft tone of Jonghin’s voice.
“Appa, when are you coming back? Noona said you were on a trip for work.” His shy voice caused a tear to slip from Jongin’s eyes. “Stop the video.” He hissed weakly, his voice cracking. The phone was only brought closer to Jongin’s ear, their laughter still heard from the speaker. “We miss you and eomma. We want you both back home!” They laughed, Jongin opening his eyes to look at the screen, their bright and happy faces breaking his heart. “We love you Appa!”
“They must love you a lot.” The man laughed, shutting the phone and putting it in his pocket. “Must be a shame they don’t know what actually happened. Poor kids are too pure.” He snickered. “When is eomma coming back from the store? Classic. You’re a real manipulative ass Kim Jongin.”
“It wasn’t my fault.”
“Then who’s was it?” The man challenged, pressing his finger against Jongin’s forehead. “Kai’s? Your wife’s? Or should I say your late wife’s?” He pressed on, Jongin’s teeth gritting together in anger.
“Learn your place in this world Kim Jongin. Scum like you aren’t meant to live happy lives.”
I'm looking for a specific soulmate fic, basically when you are about 4, you start to feel your soul mate, and as you get older, you dream about them. You feel their strongest emotions and also if they are in physical pain.
Light In The Hallway - (tw) Dan and Phil have a bond that allows them to feel things the other feels. So when Dan starts to get abused, Phil can feel every punch and scratch. He worries about the boy with the brown eyes that he’s only ever seen in his dreams; the boy that was made for him, that the universe had created just for him to be his perfect match, his soulmate.
HC that Hide has difficulty saying the words “I love you” but it means a lot to Kaneki to hear those words and he ends up waiting for a very long time into their relationship for Hide to tell him that. After a few years of watching Hide avoid those words, Kaneki begins to doubt Hide’s feelings for him. Negative thoughts start to pop up in his mind. Kaneki becomes a little distant from Hide, which Hide of course takes notice of straight away. When Hide goes to comfort him however Kaneki snaps and bluntly asks him if he loves him at all. Hide freezes under Kaneki’s piercing gaze. As the silence goes on Kaneki feels his heart slowly shatter, and he turns away, tears starting to fall. He doesnt get far however when Hide swivels him back around and shakily tells him that he loves him.
Jungkook yawned, not bothering to cover his mouth with his hand, and leaned back in his desk chair. Peering, eyes slightly bleary from exhaustion, he examined the work that was displayed on the screen in front of him.
He had finally tried his hand in composing after encouragement from his members, and after almost two days straight of working, he was near enough finished. Hopefully, Yoongi would like it and he wouldn’t have to spend another two days slaving over it.
He yawned again, hair falling slightly into his eyes and he brushed it away impatiently. He had to get a haircut, he knew that, but he was too busy. He had too much on his mind to do something so frivolous.
“If you’re tired, you should sleep.” Yoongi’s dry voice came from behind him, startling the younger boy. Jungkook shook his head resolutely, pressing some random keys on the piano so it looked like he was doing something.
“I’m not, I just need to stretch. I’m fine.”
“Kid, you’ve been sat there for days. Go sleep. Have a shower, take a walk, do something.” Yoongi moved into the room, taking his usual chair that was sat next to Jungkook’s.
Jungkook was currently situated in Namjoon’s usual seat, although he hadn’t been able to work properly since Jungkook had moved in.
“I don’t really feel like it, hyung.”
“At least take a shower, kiddo, you’re contributing to pollution.”
Jungkook shrugged, ignoring the insult and beginning to actually pick apart his work to make sure all of it was as perfect as he could make it.
“We’re getting worried, Jungkook.” Yoongi finally said, watching the younger work tirelessly on something that had actually been finished for most of that day.
His small eyes roamed over the younger boy, over the sunken cheeks and prominent eye bags. His gaze passed over Jungkook’s noticeable collarbones and suddenly frail looking fingers. Yoongi’s face crumpled slightly, betraying his worry for his younger friend; he had never seen him looking so… Defeated. He was walking and talking and living and breathing, but the light inside him had completely faded away.
Yoongi was scared.
“Why? There’s nothing to be worried about, hyung,” Jungkook said. “Can you shut the door please? The light is hurting my eyes a bit.”
“Jungkook, you haven’t seen any other light apart from the computer screen for two days?”
“I guess not.”
“Jungkook, this is ridiculous. Turning into this shell isn’t going to wake Y/N up.”
“She isn’t going to wake up, hyung.”
Yoongi didn’t understand. The last time he had checked, you were stable. The swelling on your brain was mostly gone, and the scar was healing well. Your hair had even started to grow back, though it was still slightly patchy. Hoseok had suggested cutting the rest of your hair off so the difference wasn’t so shocking to you when you woke up, but Jungkook had refused immediately, not letting them change any part of you. He was even reluctant to change the type of flower that they put in a vase next to your bed.
What he was willing to change, however, was his entire attitude towards you. A few months back, Jungkook often ran away from his job to go and visit you, even at the worst times. He was rarely seen relaxing because he thought that if he had time to relax, he had time to see you.
Recently, he had stopped going to see you and Yoongi thought that this behaviour was scarier than when he only ever wanted to sit by you in silence.
What had happened to you where he didn’t want to see you anymore?
“When she wakes up… If she wakes up…” Jungkook started and Yoongi waited patiently for him to organise his thoughts. “Will she be my Y/N?”
Of course, with most injuries, there was the chance of things being altered; memory, thoughts, behaviours. However, Yoongi had avoided thinking about that. The idea that you were going to wake up anybody other than yourself was a repugnant thought that he cast out of mind straight away when he found himself lying awake, thinking.
But suddenly, to heat Jungkook say his thoughts out loud… It was almost like a slap to the face.
“I know what you’re going to say, hyung. You’re going to say that she’ll always be my Y/N and that, even if she’s different, it’s still her underneath it all. That doesn’t change anything though. She’ll still be gone.”
Jungkook was crying now, lip trembling and salt water spilling down his face quickly. He made no movement to stem the flow of tears and Yoongi didn’t have the heart to tell him that he was getting water all over his keyboard.
“It’s my fault, too.”
“What? Jungkook, no-”
“It is. I said those things to her. I made her run away from me. It was my fault that she didn’t want to hang around for the elevator, it was my fault that she ran down the stairs. It was my fault that she was crying so hard that she couldn’t see.”
Yoongi held his breath. They had all heard what had happened from Taehyung but they had never heard Jungkook talk about himself. Perhaps it would be slightly healing for him, to let out the horror of what he had seen happen to his best friend.
“It was… It was awful, hyung,” Jungkook was still crying, but his voice was even and he looked determined, determined to tell at least one person what he had seen. “I kept telling her to stop, to slow down, but she only got faster and faster. I couldn’t make her stop, Yoongi hyung. She wouldn’t stop.”
Yoongi stared at him as his face changed slightly, features crumpling up. The white light of the computer screens made his features look almost ghostly and if Yoongi tried, he could pretend that Jungkook was merely telling him a ghost story, and not the story of how his best friend almost died.
“She… She reached up, to wipe her eyes because she was crying so hard she couldn’t see what was going on in front of her. Just for a second. A split second was all it took to take everything away.”
Yoongi could see where this was going and he almost didn’t want to listen. He almost wanted to stand up, bringing Jungkook with him, and shake him by the shoulders to get him to shut up. Anything to get him to stop talking.
But he couldn’t. He had to listen. He had to hear Jungkook out.
“Her ankle. Her ankle went,” Yoongi knew this bit. When Y/N had been brought to hospital and taken into intensive care, she’d had an x-ray. He knew that her ankle was snapped cleanly in half, and now he knew why. “And she fell, she fell straight down the stairs. It, it happened too fast. She couldn’t even put her arms out to try and lessen the damage, she took it all to the skull and then she was lying there and I thought she was dead and there was so much blood and I was crying and hyung appeared and-”
“Jungkook, breathe.” Yoongi said, leaning forwards and placing his hands on the younger boys shoulders. Jungkook was breathing erratically, tears streaming down his face, eyes puffy and red.
Yoongi had never seen somebody looking so wrecked and distraught in his entire life, and it hurt even more that it was somebody so close to him crying over someone so close to themselves.
It made Yoongi feel useless, that he couldn’t do anything to stop the younger’s pain or bring you back to the land of the living.
“I was covered in her blood, hyung,” Jungkook whispered, voice hoarse. “There was so much… It was all over me, all over her… Her face…”
Yoongi’s grip tightened on Jungkook’s shoulders, wanting to offer some kind of physical support but not entirely sure what to do that would possibly help him.
Suddenly, Jungkook’s crying stopped and he cocked his head slightly, eyes leaving Yoongi’s to focus somewhere on the ceiling, as if he was trying to listen to something intently. The two men sat there in that position for a few moments until Yoongi began to grow concerned that Jungkook was having some kind of mental break.
“Sometimes,” Jungkook whispered. “Sometimes, I can hear Y/N.”
A/N: Hey Guys! I said I was going to try posting my first ever FanFic, and here it is! Hope you like it, because the more I stare at it, the less I like it! (But what do you do!) I am still learning my way around the fanfiction department, so go easy on me! Song: Demi Lovato’s “Stone Cold” (Lyrics in bold) Crappy Summary: The reader decides to pick up the microphone and sing out her feelings, remembering her relationship and the choices that lead her to say goodbye. I highly suggest listening to the song while reading.. Dramatic effect and all that… (I do not own the song, the gifs, blah blah blah, etc.) y/n is your name, y/l/n is your last name, y/h/c is your hair color, y/e/c is your eye color, etc.
“Y/n, you’re singing?” Tony asked, handing
me a cocktail, “I didn’t know you could sing.”
I downed the entire glass – my fifth one – and picked up
my purse, heading towards the stage that held the expensive band that Tony had
hired for one of his many extravagant parties at the Avengers Tower.
Tony’s birthday, and everyone was in the celebrating mood.
Everyone except me,
I couldn’t get rid of the knot in my stomach after seeing him arrive with her. My ex. Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier. Arriving with my –
used to be – best friend. Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow. Seeing them enter
together, after what happened, made my heart sink and tears
prick at my eyes.
Bucky and I had been dating for two years, before he broke up
with me. I had met him when I was a new agent, trying to climb my way up the
ladder. I was Steve Rogers’s assistant, and had only gotten the job because my
father had known Nick Fury. Bucky had been brought back to the tower after the
whole Civil War ordeal, after Steve talked him out of going into Cryo in
Nobody, not even Nick Fury, knew of the powers I held until Bucky was
almost shot by a rogue HYDRA agent. I could put up a sort of shield around
myself and others to keep them out of harm’s way. Bucky had looked at me like I
had a third eye and had shouted at me for almost getting shot. I had
immediately told him to fuck off and say thank you.
We started dating shortly
The only thing that kept me from bolting out of the tower, was the
knowledge that it was my last night ever seeing them again.
I was leaving the
Avengers. All of them. Nobody else knew, but me.
I made sure that I looked good
for my last night. My y/h/c hair was styled, my makeup was done to accent my
y/e/c eyes, and the red dress showed off every curve and muscle. I wanted them
to remember me as put together, even if I did not feel put together.
As I made
my way to the stage, I noticed a pair of icy eyes following my movements.
always did like me in a red dress…
I couldn’t think about him. I needed to
remain calm if I was going to get through this song without crying. I chose this song as a good-bye to him.
Finally making my way to the microphone,
I nodded to the band and took a breath…
cold/Stone Cold/You see me standing/ But I’m dyin’ on the floor/ Stone Cold/
Stone Cold/ Maybe if I don’t cry/ I won’t feel anymore…
He took me to a baseball game, for our first
He looked so excited that I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was
not a baseball fan.
He had remembered that he and Steve liked to watch baseball
as kids. We got hotdogs, sat in the beating sun, and I pretended that I knew
what was going on. I ended up having a blast. After the team he was rooting for
had won, we walked to a diner to get ice cream and French fries.
like baseball, do you?” He asked me, gloved hand holding onto mine as we
I smiled, “I do, now.”
He laughed, pulling me under his arm as the
night chill started to seep into my bones.
Stone Cold/ Baby/ God knows I try to feel/ Happy for you/ Know that I
am/ Even if I can’t Understand…
up next to him was the highlight of my mornings.
He always looked so peaceful
when he was acting like he didn’t wake up before me.
I pressed a kiss onto his
stubble along his jaw and he stretched, pulling me on top of him. Laughing, I leaned
forward so I could kiss his lips. His hands slid up my thighs, onto my hips,
holding me in place.
“How did I get to be so lucky?” He asked, pulling me down
so our foreheads were touching, lips millimeters apart.
“You yelled at me for
saving your ass, and I told you to fuck off.” I joked, shrieking as he rolled
us around so he was caging me underneath him.
“I love you, Y/n.” He whispered
in my ear, pulling my sleep shirt up my stomach.
“I love you, James.”
I’ll take the pain/ Give me the truth/ Me
and my heart/ We’ll make it through…
was our second anniversary, and Bucky had taken us to a baseball game, just
like the one we went to on our first date.
I had a few too many beers at the
game, and started getting a little sleepy on our way home from the game. Bucky
had the radio playing quietly while he drove with one hand on the wheel, the
other holding my left hand, thumb running over my engagement ring.
I turned my
head and smiled at him, while he concentrated on the road. It had started to rain
a little, and he always got a little nervous about driving in rain. The radio
had been playing the highlights from that night’s game, but I was suddenly
hearing a different language.
The grip on my hand got so tight, I heard a
crunch, and Bucky let out a shout, removing his other hand from the wheel to his
head. I screamed at the pain in my hand, and heard a loud screech of
metal on metal. I was forced sideways from the impact, and thrown into blackness…
If happy is her/ I’m happy for you…
I woke up in the hospital. Alone.
move and started to panic.
I had a neck-brace, my left arm was in a cast, my fingers were broken on my left hand, and my right leg was in a cast.
Bucky? Somebody?” I cried out, voice hoarse. I couldn’t breathe. Where was
Bucky? Why was I alone? What happened? Did the car crash?
Tears started running
down my face, and a nurse came in, smile on her face. “Ms. Y/l/n, nice of you
to join us! Let’s get your vitals checked.”
I couldn’t breathe, “What happened?”
She started toying with the machines, “You were in an accident, and have been unconscious
for four days.”
I shook my head, starting to sob, “Where is Bucky? Where is my fiancé?”
Her smile quickly vanished, and a look of pity crossed her face, “I’m sorry,
Honey. He hasn’t been here since he brought you in.”
Stone cold/ Stone Cold/ You’re dancing with her/ While I’m staring at
my phone/ Stone Cold/ Stone Cold/ I was your amber/ But now she’s your shade of
He left me.
He never visited me
in the hospital. The only ones who visited me were Natasha and Tony. Nat said
that he was living at the tower, again. She said that, as the would-have-been
maid of honor, she would cancel the wedding plans.
He had moved all of his
things out of the apartment, paid for a year of rent in advance, and gotten
rid of my bent up ring that they had cut off my finger.
Bucky had broken up
with me, and hadn’t even come to tell me why.
Tony came to tell me that I was
out of a job. Steve had fired me as his assistant, and sent Tony to give me my
last paycheck and pay my medical bills. He was really done with me. I didn’t
even know what I did.
I called him only once.
It went to voicemail. “Honey, if
you are going to dump me after two years, I at least deserve to know why!” I
sobbed in the phone, “James Buchannan Barnes, if you leave it like this, I will
never forgive you.”
later, when I get out of the hospital, I receive a text from Tony that Nat and
Bucky were dating.
Stone Cold/ Baby/
God knows I try to feel/ Happy for you/ Know that I am/ Even if I can’t
understand/ I’ll take the pain/ Give me the truth/ Me and my heart/ We’ll make
it through/ If happy is her/ I’m Happy for you…
I had to move into the Avengers tower.
It had been two months since I
had been living at the apartment, alone, and Hydra bombed it. They still
thought their precious Winter Soldier lived there. Their information was wrong.
All of those innocent people. Dead. I had nothing. None of my things survived
the bombing. None of my neighbors.
Tony called me to make sure I was alright,
but I wasn’t. I had, luckily, been at my new job at the time of the attack, and
Tony immediately had me brought to the tower for protection.
As I walked into
the conference room to brief the team on the attack, I saw them. Bucky and Nat.
Sitting next to each other as I limped into the conference room, still in a
boot from my broken leg.
I immediately left the room, only to be followed out
“NO!” I turned around, pointing my non-broken
finger at him, “You do not get to say anything, Bucky! Not after leaving me
like that, and starting a relationship with my shitty best friend!” Tears
started falling down my face, “I was left alone in that hospital for months!
Months, Bucky! All I wanted was my fiancé to come down and tell me why he broke
up with me! You couldn’t even do that! You sent Nat and Tony! I lost
everything, because of you! Yet, I still fucking love you!” I pushed him back,
causing a tear to fall down his face.
“Y/n, I’m sorry!” He shouted, throwing his
hands up, “There is nothing I can say! I couldn’t stand the thought of ever
hurting you, again, so I left! The accident was my fault! HYDRA tried to get to
the Winter Soldier through the radio! And I squeezed your hand so hard that I
broke almost all of your bones! And crashed the car! I couldn’t live with
myself! Then, Nat…”
“I don’t want to
hear about Nat!” I cried, “As if you weren’t hurting me enough by leaving me
when I was at my most vulnerable, you and my best-fucking-friend decide it
would be a great time to get together.” My hands were shaking, and I could
barely control my sobs. “If you two are truly happy, then I will deal with it,
but please leave me alone.”
I was breaking down. I needed to leave.
I ran to
Don’t wanna be stone cold/
Stone/ I wish I could mean this/ But here’s my good-bye/ Oh, I’m happy for you/
Know that I am/ Even if I can’t understand…
It took me five months to be able to stomach it. Five months of endless
missions, endless torment of seeing them together, five months of counselling
It eventually got easier to deal. I was able to see them together
without starting to cry. I only felt like I wanted to. It was progress.
found the bombers and the people who caused the accident. They paid for it.
They paid for every life they took that day. By my hand.
When everyone was
celebrating the victory of that mission, Nat had gotten so drunk that she told
me she hated me. She had slapped me and told me that I needed to move on
and leave her and Bucky the fuck alone. That I was pathetic.
She was right.
That night, I made my decision: I was going to leave the Avengers.
If happy is her/ If happy is her/ I’m happy
Bucky had gotten the
message. I could see it in his face.
The whole room was silent as I wiped my
tears, walked off the stage, and left the Avengers for good.
Loki didn’t used to be this- this thing. He used to be full of compassion and Love. He wasn’t his monster that he is today. Loki wasn’t always so heartless, in fact he was famous for his good, kind nature.
He used to love reading and talking about the wonderous stories and adventures he had read, he used to love smelling flowers, he used to love watching the sun rise and set in asgard (it was such a pretty sight), he used to love sneaking into the kitchens and stealing some food from the cooks laughing in their faces when they scolded him playfully, he used to love listening to music, it had always been so peaceful and calming, he used to love wandering about the castle taking in every sight his eyes could, he used to love travelling to midgard and watching humans travel about their lives. That’s where he went wrong, that’s when his compassion got the best of him, that’s when he met (Y/N).
He had seen them on the street, sipping from a teacup, their eyes scanning over their phone. Loki didn’t usually interfere with human’s lives but something attracted him to them and Loki would have been foolish to ignore his desires. With such ease and elegance Loki nearly floated over to the table and sat down, a kind smile upon his face.
“I do not wish to intrude,” Loki gave a warm smile. “I just couldn’t help but come over and introduce myself,” He grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and placed a soft kiss to their knuckles, a sly smirk upon his face. “I am Loki Laufeyson, and who might you be?” In a quiet voice that had Loki melting (Y/N) murmured shyly,
Immediately Loki and (Y/N) became friends, they spent a good deal of time together and it didn’t take long for Loki to find himself falling in love with the peculiar (albeit wonderful) (Y/N).
It wasn’t even a few months after becoming friends that Loki told (Y/N) of his feelings.
“I-I seem to have fallen in love,” Loki murmured softly as he stared at his hands folded neatly in his lap. (Y/N) had smiled, brushing a warm hand along Loki’s cheekbone before murmuring back,
Everything had been going swell for a few months, the two were happy and Loki had even admitted where he had really come from. (Y/N) of course, was more than understanding and loving towards the Asgardian (”I knew that accent sounded strange,”). But it had all gone down hill from there.
All it took was one visit to Asgard and everything turned to shit. One minute everything had been peaceful and serene and the next there were warriors running about, screaming about battles and monsters. Unfortunately (Y/N) had gotten stuck in the crossfire and wasn’t able to get out. When the news reached Loki back at the palace he didn’t know what to do. Scream, cry, go on a rampage, all of the above? Loki stood motionless, his eyes blurring with tears as Thor retold the story.
“I’m sorry brother,” Thor’s voice was soft and somewhat calm. “I couldn’t get them out and-” But Loki had had enough. With a scream that could shatter the clouds, Loki demanded Thor to leave. He of course complied, leaving Loki to mourn his sudden loss. But Loki wasn’t content with mourning, no, he needed revenge. What used to be a kind, warm soul was suddenly twisting into something much darker, eviler, something that would have shocked even the darkest Gods.
It didn’t take long for Asgard to fall apart at Loki’s fingertips, he was a very influential man after all. Everyone bowed down before him, scared of his now infamous wrath.
Loki used to be a kind, warm soul. He used to love many things. He used to love (Y/N). But after what he held near and dear to his heart was stripped away from him he was no longer that man. Instead, he was this evil, tormented creature that wouldn’t hesitate to kill a man if he looked at him wrong. Loki wished he’d never travelled to midgard that day, wished he’d never laid eyes upon (Y/N). He wished he’d never fallen in love.
Ease his pain, by harrigan Pairing: Gen | Rating: PG | Wordcount: ~3,6k | Archive: Lj Tags: Outsider!pov, s5, Sam with a bad leg, crossover w/Field of Dreams movie
Sam finds a Field of Dreams.
Flick of the switch, by sammygirl1963 Pairing: Gen | Rating: PG-13 | Wordcount: ~31k | Archive: ff.net Tags: Stabbed!Sam, broken limbs, hypothermia, hospitalization, migraines
When Sammy’s visions go haywire and start attacking him physically, will the Winchesters and the other hunters be able to save him?
Pins and needles, by selecasharp Pairing: Wincest | Rating: NC-17 | Wordcount: ~31k | Archive: Lj Tags: Partially-paralyzed Sam, previous hunt-gone-wrong, beating, long-term injury, casefic. Art + PDF available
A lot can change in an instant. Six months ago, Sam was injured in the course of a hunt that went terribly wrong. Now, there’s something in the woods of Michigan’s upper peninsula, stalking, beating, and killing people in the tiny town of Big Bay. A retired hunter calls Sam and Dean in to investigate, but they’re also still dealing with the aftermath of that hunt-gone-wrong, and the effect it’s had on their relationship.
hey, so if you don’t feel comfortable doing this then you totally don’t have to omg, but could i please have a fake text for jeonghan, jun, hoshi and woozi when you’re dissociating really badly and they help ground you or smth?? thank you!!
I really hope I did well, I only have a limited experience with disassociation, so I hope this is accurate and could actually help someone. - Marcy
Warnings: Language, alcohol
use, kinda angst and fluffy (I’m a fluffy bitch)
A/N: So this request took me by surprise and I really
loved writing it! Thanks so much for requesting it and I’m sorry for the delay!
Also I linked your request because yeah it was too long for this post. Hope
that’s okay and that you like the way I write it! Enjoy
|| I don’t own
Bucky Barnes or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||
it’s been two long weeks full of fights. Y/N and Bucky will fight about
everything, at any moment and for hours. But tonight… was even worse.
her mission clothes for a more comfortable and clean ones while Bucky took a
shower, the mission left them both exhausted and paranoid. She needed to relax.
ago a new bookshop opened near the apartment that they both shared, and it
quickly became Y/N new favorite place. It had coffee or tea and books, the
grabbed her jacket and her little backpack, that one that she always wear when
she’s not in a mission, where the necessary things fit just perfectly.
gonna go for a walk… and maybe I’ll stop by the bookstore.” She told him
without expecting an answer.