I’m so sorry for any stupid errors, its 2am and my brain is mush but I can’t sleep so I sHALL WRITE
You are Bucky’s personal medicine, the only one that can calm him down. And HYDRA used you to keep him line. And she is small and fragile but when Bucky is taken to the Stark Tower he wants her so the team has to go get her from the HYRDA base. And she doesn’t talk much and gets scared and only trust Bucky and he is protective over her
Other characters featured; sam, steve, nat
Y/N - Your name
Y/L/N - Your Last Name
Warnings; talks about torture, language
Word count; 1449
‘He won’t snap out of it, Rogers,’ Natasha explained, a sigh evident in her voice. ‘Usually he comes around after a day, but it’s been nearly a week and-’
‘- You need to give him time.’ Steve interrupted, staring at his best friend behind the glass.
An ex-HYDRA agent had triggered his Winter Soldier mode on a recent mission and after much destruction and pain, they’d managed to get him into a Hulk-proof glass room. He kept coming in and out of the phase over the course of the week, sometimes Bucky and other times the Winter Soldier.
‘I wasn’t finished.’ The ginger assassin continued. ‘I was reading his files - Looking at what they used to calm him back at HYDRA.’
‘Don’t even go there. He can’t handle anymore drugs.’
‘It’s not a drug, Steve.’ Sam was now stood beside them, Bucky’s file in his hands. ‘It’s a person. Y/N Y/L/N.’
Their converation was abruptly stopped by a smashing of a metal fist against the glass - Bucky was stood in front of them, breathing heavily. He looked angry, but there was a glint of nostalgia in his eyes.
‘What did you just say?’ He spat.
‘Y/N,’ Steve said slowly. ‘You know them?’
‘Y/N,’ Bucky stepped away, muttering to himself. ‘For the first time in six days, he was calm, his words wild as he stared furiously at the floor.
‘There we go,’ Natasha grinned to herself. ‘We need Y/N.’
Bucky’s eyes snapped back up to hers at the mention of the name again.
‘We need Y/N.’ Steve nodded, repeating her words back to her. ‘But is she still there? Is she even still alive-’
‘Don’t you dare say that!’ Bucky yelled, smacking the glass again. ‘Stop talking about me like I’m not even here!’ He stopped, breathing heavily. ‘Of course she’s alive. She has to be.’
‘I’ll try, Buck. I promise.’
He grabbed Natasha and Sam by the elbows, yanking them into the office opposite to the holding room and out of earshot from Bucky. Sam was still reading the file while Natasha was peering over his shoulder.
‘She used to be good at calming him down,’ She explained. ‘HYDRA tried to separate them, they were too dependent on each other. After that, they got angry and both attempted to assassinate their guards until within each other’s presence again.’
‘That’s wild,’ Sam commented.
‘And it’s just what we need.’ Steve replied.
‘Are you suggesting we break into a HYDRA base?’ Natasha’s green eyes thinned, her ginger falling over her shoulder as she cocked her head to the side. ‘But which one?’
‘SHIELD traced the last base to somewhere on the outskirts of the city last week,’ He responded. ‘Their planning the raid to destroy, but if we can get in and out quickly and quietly without them noticing, Fury will be none the wiser.’
‘You are insane, Rogers.’ Sam huffed. ‘But I’m in.’
It was a chocolate fortune cookie that tasted like cocoa puffs, and inside was the greatest fortune written, "If you're happy, you're successful." I just feel like so many people need to know that. So many people think that success is fame and fortune, and it's not, it's eternal happiness.
YES AHH OH MY GOD.
I LOVE YOU!
Well, I'm glad someone else feels this way.
I feel it in my life force.
SAME! Anyway, it's hanging on my closet door now, next to the only other worthy fortune, "Be satisfied with what you already own."
How many requests are you getting for cuttings, because Id love one, but I dont want you to be over whelmed, either. Did you guys determine what your plants might be incase some of want to search ourselves? There are a lot of posts and reblogs to your converation.. thanks for your time!
The things we know about the Demon and Felony sisters.
1. Pink. Of the ‘Dark and vivid pink’ spectrum.
2. Give no fucks
3. Have thorns that can go right through a leather glove, laughing the whole way
4. Laugh at subzero winters
5. Maybe possibly some rootstock variety that would not be contained by whatever they grafted onto it, ate the tea rose grafts, and then took over.
6. A climber.
7. Not a rugosa.
8. Vigorous growth habits.
10. Possibly sentient.
11. Prolific bloomers, will repeat with smaller flushes after the initial bloom throughout the growing season. Which can last through November-December, because again, no fucks given.
12. Can survive being ignored for years (mine was growing alongside a long-abandoned farmhouse, @thebibliosphere ’s was growing in a long-neglected garden that had mostly gone wild.
Anonymous requested: Hwarang AU + Royalty/Servant AU Pairing: Taehyung | Reader Genre: Angst/Fluff; Royalty AU + Soulmate AU (in which you know they’re your soulmate when you touch them for the first time + share extreme physical sensation after you meet) Word Count: 5,930 Author’s Note: The original request… did not call for a Soulmate AU but I thought to myself hey what would make this more interesting and 10x more painful and thus, this concept was born. I actually got around to watching some of Hwarang before writing this, so I feel a little more qualified for this—but you don’t need to have previous knowledge of the show before reading this. Thank you @cheymint for dealing with my initial worry over the world building, I hope this satisfies!
Summary: Kim Taehyung is expected to spend the rest of his life within the company of nobility after joining the ranks of the kingdom’s newest royal guard. He anticipates alot of new experiences, new people… but the spark of a touch more powerful than anything before in his life is definitely not one of them—from the shadows of maids and housekeepers nonetheless.
The morning greeting comes has it always does within the household: a pounding fist against his headboard as the blanket is ripped off Taehyung’s body. His natural instinct is always the same, which is to curl in upon himself as he lets out the faintest groan of dissatisfaction. “Must you always do that hyung?” The boy inquires, barely offering a side glance to the culprit of his current state of further exhaustion.
Standing above him with the edges of the blanket curled up underneath fingers, Kim Namjoon grins wickedly, already dressed in his robes for the morning lessons. “You know that without me, you’d be late to all your lessons. So step on it. Or do I have to call in Hoseok to help—?”
“No, no, it’s fine. I’m up,” Taehyung interjects, internally cringing at the thought of Hoseok being called in for assistance in trying to get him out of bed. The boy may have been older than both himself and Namjoon, but more often than not had the tendency to act like a child and Taehyung did not wish to start the day with Hoseok jumping on his bed.
Namjoon laughs at that, throwing the blanket off to the side. “Hurry up alright? You know Master Wooreuk won’t be happy to see you late again.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Taehyung dismisses with a wave, sliding to the front of the bed just as Namjoon slides open the door separating the bedroom with the long hallway before his footsteps become the only thing he can hear along the Hwarang household. With a grunt, Taehyung straightens up, laying out his robes for the morning lesson as he gets to work dressing.