do you see that tear do you

Return To Me.

Can be found on AO3 and FF.net, also this chapter under the cut….

Summary: What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time?

Authors Note: FIRSTLY a massive thank you to @pleasantfanandstudent LOOK AT THE PRETTY COVER!!! It’s sooo gorgeous, and just so fitting and arggghhhhh!!!! As always thank you for the support, this chapter is a little more joyful but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t prepare because we do have some light moments in the darkness… BUT enjoy this beast of a chapter!

Chapter 5: Family.

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anonymous asked:

top 5 music moments from skam!!

  1. i never loved this hard this fast before - right when noora and w*lhelm’s date ends….the synth KILLS ME
  2. ii. worldstar - the transition before isak and even arrive at the hotel. the BIRDS FLYING…legendary
  3. let it happen (soulwax remix) - when noora tells w*ilhelm she doesn’t like him to his face. why didn’t it end there tbh
  4. kissing you - when isak’s watching r+j / the pool kiss. julie usin that song in not one but two scenes and making me feel ten thousand eMOTIONS!!! DAMN HER
  5. lover where do you live - when eva goes to see jonas at the skatepark. if u don’t tear up during that scene do u even have a soul..

put “top 5″ anything in my ask box! 💌

Repairing...

My eyes will never deceive. I see it clear. A dirty street, laced with blood and crime of those before is stained once more. The child seeped through the cracks of time. What has she done? I do not condone this, fragile barrier kiss. I must send her back, bend this world but how? A tear falls and fear comes crawling near. This stance has taken to entrance, must not enhance. Breaking, it is breaking. My heart breaks for the child of light. Mistaken and proud she may be, strength pours from her eyes and what a disguise she has entwined. I may only show her a whisper, child be warned.
Stop. Go back.
You ask what I am, I may not answer. Only those who drape in my hair shall bear witness to my stare.
Home. Go home.
Child of light, you know not what you do. I must forgive and let live, although I fear of you left to roam.
Breaking… Breaking…


What am I? 

sarahurieBeing able to watch you perform your heart out every night was so special for me. You couldn’t see me, but most nights I’d tear up from how much pride was spilling out of me while seeing you do what you do. Can’t contain it. You were born for this exact life. I can’t wait to see you shining up on that broadway stage next! I love you. ♥️ 📷: - @jakechams

I AM SO OVERWHELMED BY THE FEELINGS IN MY HEART RIGHT NOW. MY TINY HEART IS TOO TINY FOR THIS NONSENSE LIKE WHAT IN THE FUCK

EMMA IS MAKING FUCKING PANCAKES

IN A ROBE AND WE ALL FUCKING KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THE NIGHT BEFORE WHILE KILLIAN WALKS UP BEHIND HER IN AN UNBUTTONED VEST WHICH LBR IS BASICALLY HIM BEING NAKED LIKE THE NUMBER OF LAYERS ON THIS MAN AT ALL TIMES IS ABSURD BUT LIKE

THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT IT.

THIS IS LIKE THE FUCKING SUN. I AM BLINDED BY THE JOY AND THE HAPPINESS AND THE CONTENTMENT AND THE WAY HE’S GRINNING INTO HER SKIN AND THE WAY SHE BITES HER LIP. THIS IS AHHHHHHHHH MAKE IT STOP

AND SHE LIKE FUCKING POUNCES ON HIM AND HER HANDS DON’T FUCKING STOP MOVING AND HER LIPS ARE SO INSISTENT AND 

SHE KEEPS FUCKING PULLING HIM CLOSER AND CLOSER AND WHAT T H E F U C KKKKK I CANNOT HANDLE THIS EVEN A LITTLE

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW WILD HER HAIR IS? SHE CLEARLY JUST WOKE UP AND CAME DOWN TO MAKE THEM BOTH PANCAKES BECAUSE THEY MUST BE STARVING AND HE GOT DRESSED HALF WAY AND CAME DOWN TO FIND HER WHEN HE SMELLED ALL THE NICE THINGS AND THEN HE SEES HER WITH HER HAIR ALL WILD AND HER FACE ALL FRESH AND GLOWY AND HAPPY AND WHO CAN BLAME HIM FOR WANTING TO KISS HER OK?

OK BUT WHAT KILLS ME THE DEADEST IS THAT SHE PULLS AWAY JUST SO SHE CAN LOOK AT HIM. CLEARLY SHE WANTS TO KEEP KISSING HIM BUT IN THAT MOMENT, SHE NEEDS SO SEE HIS FACE, TO SEE AGAIN HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER AND WHAT SHE HAS NOW AND I CANNOT LOOK AT HIS SMILE THIS IS TOO MUCH *SHIELDS EYES*

GUYS, GUYS, GUYS. I THINK SHE LOVES HIM.

AND I THINK HE LOVES HER.

SHE’S SO FUCKING HAPPY AND SHE LOOKS SO YOUNG HERE AND SO HAPPY AND IN LOVE AND SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH OMG

HE CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER BECAUSE WHO WOULD HAVE FUCKING THOUGHT RIGHT? 

AND THEN SHE’S LIKE FUCK WAIT MUST GET BACK TO THE KISSING. HE’S SO GOOD AT THE KISSING. MUST TOUCH SOFT LIPS AGAIN.

AND UGH IT STARTS SO SOFT BUT PICKS UP SO FUCKING QUICK LIKE WTF AND HE JUST RESPONDS WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT LIKE THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND WANT EACH OTHER SO MUCH, IT MAKES MY HEART MELT ALSO SEEING THAT RING ON HER FINGER IS HURTING MY EYES AGAIN.

THE HANDS, THE HANDSSSSSS

WILL NO ONE THINK OF THE POOR FANGIRLS?! WHY WOULD YOU KISS THIS WAY?! WITH THE FRANTIC PULLING EACH OTHER CLOSER AND THE HANDS THAT WON’T STOP TOUCHING. WHY WOULD YOU HURT ME THIS WAY YOU ASSHOLES?!

I CAN’T TAKE IT BECAUSE THEY’RE SMILING THE ASSHOLES DO THEY NOT KNOW WHAT THIS IS DOING TO MY SMALL TINY HEART?!

TO HELL WITH THE PANCAKES. YASSS EMMA, YASSSSS.

AND SHE FUCKING PUSHES HIM INTO THE TABLE AND SHE’S PROBABLY BETWEEN HIS LEGS RIGHT NOW AND HIS HAND IS RUNNING UP AND DOWN HER BACK AND HIS HOOK IS HOLDING HER STEAD BECAUSE SHE CANNOT STOP MOVING HER HANDS

AND LIKE FUCKING SOMEONE HAS TO KEEP THEM FROM FALLING ONTO THE TABLE BUT BY THE LOOKS OF IT, EMMA TOTALLY WANTS KILLIAN TO FALL ONTO HIS BACK RIGHT THERE OK?! LIKE NOPE LET’S JUST DO THE DO RIGHT HERE. SMOOSHING BOOTIES ON THE DINING TABLE.

AND LOL THE SHOCK! THEY’RE SO DAZED THIS IS HILARIOUS

AND KILLIAN SAYING LIKE OH YOUR MOTHER HAS A KEY. THAT’S GOOD INFORMATION. YES OK. TRY TO CALM DOWN NOW.

THE SHOCK AND THE WIDE EYES LOLOLOL

BUT OK I FUCKING LOVE HOW EMMA JUST LOOKS AMUSED PRETTY MUCH THROUGH THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE BECAUSE THOUGH SHE REALLY, REALLY WANTS TO DO THE DO WITH HER FIANCE IN THEIR HOUSE (WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID WE GET HERE FROM CLIMBING A BEANSTALK TOGETHER ONE TIME FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK) 

SHE NEVER THOUGHT SHE’S HAVE THIS EITHER? HER MOTHER ACCIDENTALLY WALKING IN ON THEM AND LIKE IT’S LIKE EMBARRASSING OR WHATEVER BUT SHE’S JUST SO FUCKING HAPPY TO HAVE ALL THIS IN HER LIFE NOW? THESE MOMENTS OF PEACE AND LOVE AND SILLINESS

AND LOL SHE’S LIKE NOOOO AND KILLIAN IS LIKE HAHAHA YES WE WERE ABOUT TO BANG YOUR MAJESTY. I HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM RN LOL ALSO I LOVE THAT THOUGH SNOW IS RIGHT THERE, EMMA STRAIGHT UP DOEAN’T MOVE FOR FUCKING AGES AND JUST KEEPS RUNNING HER HANDS OVER KILLIAN’S SHOULDERS, SOOTHING HIM  AND TOUCHING HIM STILL AND KILLIAN’S HAND DOESN’T MOVE FROM HER WAIST EITHER

LIKE DESPITE THE DISCOMFORT, IT’S ALSO SUCH A COMFORTABLE MOMENT?! IT’S SO DOMESTIC AND ORDINARY AND EMMA IS STILL STROKING KILLIAN’S ARM HERE AND I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN *CRIES TEARS OF BLOOD* AND THEY ONLY FUCKING STAND WHEN SNOW IS LIKE UMM PANCAKES LOLOL

AND THIS ASSHOLE LOLOLOL HE IS SO UNAMUSED. I’VE LOST MY APPETITE. BRACING FUCKING SHOWER HE SAYS  LOLOLOL

THIS CHEEK KISS, THE PANCAKES, THE KILLIAN’S HAND ON HER WAIST AGAIN. THE DOMESTICITY OF IT ALL

LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE IS. DO YOU SEE IT? DO YOU SEE THE JOY IN HER EYES?! SHE’S SO HAPPY GODDAMNIT

*THROWS ALL THE THINGS*

THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT HANDLE THIS. FUCKING FUCK FUCKKK

To whomever loves her next, here’s some things that you should know:

Her favorite color is black. She hates lipstick. She likes to call you when she’s driving somewhere, it’s one of her favorite times to talk. She loves going out at night. She loves her alcohol even more. She’s emotional when she’s drunk, it’s okay though, she’ll be okay. She might call you up when she’s drank too much, and crying, just listen to her, just softly tell her things to soothe her from whatever’s wrong that night. That’s truly all she needs from you. It’s all she wants from you. She’ll eventually tire herself out and fall asleep. Your flaws will be her favorite parts about you. She’ll constantly touch the parts you hate most about yourself. This is her way of pulling the shame from these things. Because how could you hate a part about you that she loves? She likes for you to read to her before she falls asleep. Her arms will be the safest place for you to rest your head at night, but please don’t get too comfortable, you won’t be there for long. Sometimes she’ll curl into you and pull at your arms to wrap around her, and that same night she may throw them off. Take it with a grain of salt. You’ll need thick skin to be with her because she can be the sweetest person in the world or more cruel than you ever thought possible. She jokes a lot, but they’ll sting still. One minute you feel like the most important person, and the next it’s like she wants nothing to do with you. She’ll tell you what you want to hear, and I beg you please don’t believe it till you see it, and even then be careful. Falling for her will be easy. It won’t even feel like falling. And before you even know it, you’re in deep. She’ll tell you she’s ready to settle down, she’s not. She’ll tell you that all she wants is you, you’re not. She will kiss every inch of you and fuck some random girl in a bathroom stall the next night. And you’ll stay. You’ll pretend it doesn’t bother you and maybe it won’t, because you know who she is, you know how she is. You’ll let her win every argument. Until you don’t. And fighting with her will be one of the most painful things you’ll do. You’ll do it with tears streaming down your cheeks and she’ll do it with venom in her words. It really will crush you because all you’ll want is for her to just try to see it your way, but she won’t. And then you’ll never hear from her again. But you’ll never forget her. Never. She’s stubborn, she’s smart, she’s funny, she’s reckless, she’s selfish, she feels like home, she’s driven, she’s passionate, and she’s confusing. She’s a lot of things, but she’s never boring. And god, she’s so fucking extraordinary.

—  you’ll go into this knowing that she is a storm, and all she’ll do is break you, but let me tell you this, you’ll do it anyways.
I Don’t Mean It (pt 8)

You were broken. Completely broken. The man you thought was one of your best friends despised you. The man you thought–no you knew– you loved had no trust in you. 

If he didn’t believe you, there was no way the other boys would either you thought to yourself through the tears. But no other thoughts came to you. You felt empty, useless, and broken. You walked and turned off all the lights and sat on the floor in the darkness, letting the room fill with the sound of your sobs.


Two days went by none of the boys had tried to get in contact with you. Tae probably told them. They probably hate me too. I’ve lost them all. But little did you know, they were simply waiting for you to reach out to them and talk first. They wanted to give you your space, and Taehyung still hadn’t told them the truth. I have to leave this place. There’s no point staying here anymore. 

It was true, you really didn’t have any reason to stay back. A little after the boys moved in, you had found a new job, but the commute was kind of far. But somehow they had managed to convince you to stay. Because they were worth it.

You immediately pulled out all your suitcases and boxes and started packing. You even called your landlord asking about the process of moving out. If you were to get past this, you had to move on. Move on from the boys, and move away quite literally.


Taehyung still couldn’t get the image of you crying out of his head, even after two days. He never liked seeing you upset before, and knowing that you were crying because of him tugged at his heartstrings, but he kept telling himself that you deserved it.

He moped around the dorm when there wasn’t a schedule and tried to give everyone his best smile when the cameras were around. He still hadn’t decided how to tell the other boys and he knew that they were giving him the space he needed. 

Today, he had to go to the recording studio to start recording for a new album. He honestly didn’t know if he had it in him to record with how has been feeling recently, but he didn’t have much of a choice. 

Once he made it to BigHit, the boys all gathered in the recording studio and sat there in an awkward silence. Taehyung didn’t mind though as his mind was wandering back to you. He didn’t even realize that Namjoon wasn’t in the room.

“Aish how much longer do we have to wait” asked Yoongi. “I want to start soon!” he said in frustration. Only then did Tae look around and notice Namjoon missing. 

“Where is hyung?” asks Jungkook.

“He said he had something to ask manager hyung.” said Jimin. “But it’s been a while, though.”

“I’ll go get him” Taehyung offers. He leaves the room in search for Namjoon and the manager. He looks for them door by door and in their usual spots, but he was having a hard time finding them. 

Taehyung was starting to get frustrated when he wasn’t able to find them as quickly as he was expecting. Eventually, though, he struck gold when he could hear Namjoon’s voice coming from one of the rooms down a random hallway.

“Hyung, Taehyung’s been acting kind of weird lately and I think we should give him some time off to sort things out.” Namjoon said. Taehyung stood outside the door that was slightly ajar. He didn’t know what made him want to stop and listen in on their conversation, but he did,

“What why? I noticed he was a little strange, but he seemed fine on TV. Does he really need time off?” the manager asked.

“He has some…personal stuff going on.” Namjoon said.

“Whats so personal that I don’t even know about it?” asked the manager.

“Well… he’s in the middle of a rough time with Y/N…our neighbor. You’ve seen her over at our place before” Namjoon offered.

Taehyung could feel his heart tighten at the mention of your name. 

“Oh her. Is she honestly still hanging around you guys?” asked the manager. Taehyung furrowed his eyes in confusion.

“What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t she?” asked Namjoon.

“Aish this bitch. Why do you guys always have her around? What if the press got a hold of that huh? Do you not realize the risks?” asked the manager slightly more loudly. Taehyung’s face turned red once he heard his manager calling you a bitch, but he knew that he was the one who had stopped the article from being published so he just continued to listen silently on the conversation.

“Hyung she’s just a friend. I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of it.” Namjoon stated.

“Big deal? I saw the way Taehyung looked at her ok. And the way she looked at him. It was obvious that if I didn’t do anything, they would have started dating. He would have had to go behind the company’s back. The press would have found out. It would have been just one giant mess Joon. You as the leader should know that and stopped it.” The manager said. 

Taehyung was even more confused. What did he mean when he said “if I didn’t do anything” ?

“Hyung..what have you done” asked Namjoon, catching on.

“Look, don’t tell Taehyung this because I don’t want him running back to that stupid girl. And you should know that it’s best if she stays out of his life. But anyways, I approached Tae with a fake article before all the awards show started a few months ago. I told him that that girl had given a reporter all this private and personal information about Taehyung and that she had received a payment for it. Clearly, it worked if they’re fighting over it. It’s just a matter of time now” the manager said cooly.

Taehyung’s heart sank. What have I done?

“Hyung what the hell. She’s been nothing but a kind friend to us. How could you do that to T-” Namjoon started when the door flung open. Both the manager and Namjoon turned to the door, wide-eyed from the shock.

“T-Taehyung. How long have you been there?” asked the manager, shocked.

“Hyung..w-why would you d-do that? I trusted y-you. I trusted the wrong person! Do you know what I’ve just done because of you?” Taehyung yelled with tears in his eyes.

“T-taehyung-ah, it was for your best. Please try to see where I’m coming from” the manager said. 

“I can’t believe you hyung.” Tae said as he walked away.

What have I done? What I have done to Y/N?


A/N.…AND that concludes part 8~ Do y’all want a part 9? What do you think is going to happen? Inbox or dm me what you think! Also, the italics are meant to be their thoughts. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

i don’t even know how to comprehend that something I created has been seen by so many people – like holy damn. HOLY DAMN.

neverland is something about us.

you love dialogue. classic movie manuscript soul, you lace your lips with elegance. you dance with passion and exhale with a lightness that brings spring to her knees. you hate human sheep’s philosophy, you’re terrified to be a wolf– lately the moon has been your tattoo. we listen to body language, we have been lied to on several occasions. how do you want to be admired? how deep are your thoughts? you are not bound to the earth, a red airy balloon waiting by venus, you lavish in pleasantries, but only if it’s done right. the rare definition of aesthetic, if it’s pretty enough to say, then it’s beautiful enough to be heard by you. how far would you go to regain your wings? angel thoughts. you’re a meteorological phenomenon, the one where rain falls in one spot. the sad parts of you scattered all over your tears, we love them until our hearts tear. where do you keep love? in the back pocket of a lucky guy, your version of ride or die– I’ll keep poetry close, but I’ll always keep your lips skin distance kind of love. you do it for fun, but you also do it because nothing is new under the sun. you love dialogue, our friendship in three words. you used to see your old lover within my poetry, a bit of my words will always belong to you. we may age, our skin will wrinkle some day, our hair will be grey, our vision will blind us, our bones will rattle, but this soul, my version of poetic justice buried into a rose, stained by blood into every fucking petal, inject my misery loves company into the damn thorns– will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful? age is nature’s brilliant plan to keep us in check. I love my youth, I love the fire in my eyes, the passion that keeps us from going too far– the thing about being this young is nothing is too dumb. no amount of hate will keep us from growth. you love lengthy prose poetry and I love that you read with intent to kill hearts until beating sounds like getting your first kiss every second of everyday– over and over and over again, until our smile matches the adrenaline, until the thorns prick a thousand lovers, until the last petal wilts from the lack of oxygen, until our lungs heave itself, it is a conversation of black holes and stars, I am stranded on mars and most days it’s unlivable, but these poems, my dialogue with you is a great way to understand the mystery of the universe.

Just Friends

Summary: Bucky finds you trying on some lingerie for your upcoming blind date.

Warnings: smut

A/N: Inspired by this post but with my own take on it.


You smiled at your appearance in the mirror. You looked utterly spectacular in the lingerie you had picked out. A red bra and panty set with a matching garter belt that connected to thigh high sheer stockings. You had a black dress laid out on your bed that you planned to wear with burgundy heels. 

You twirled, admiring every angle of your body. You hoped that your blind date would enjoy the lacy undergarments, that is if they earned it. You hadn’t gotten laid in months and you craved the feeling of someone else between your legs, not just your hands or your toys. 

You sighed satisfyingly and reached around for your dress. You held it up by its hanger, questioning your choice in attire. Your attention was pulled away by a knock on your door. Thinking it was Natasha you went ahead and gave them the okay to enter.

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The signs as Jaden Smith tweets

aries: “Hey Are You Jaden Can I Have A Picture With You” No Cause I’m Super Sad But We Can Sit And Talk.

taurus: That Moment When You, “Whip” So Hard, You Tear A Ligament In Your Neck.

gemini: That Moment When Peeing Feels So Good You Start Crying. 

cancer: The More Time You Spend Awake The More Time You Spend Asleep.

leo: How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren’t Real

virgo: Don’t Worry Bae I’ll Talk To You About SpaceTime Over FaceTime.

libra: That Moment When You Can’t Sleep Soo You Start Doing Math.

scorpio: You Do Not Know Who You Are Or Why Your Here So When You See Someone Who Dose The Society Comes Together As A Whole And Destroys Them.

sagittarius: There Is No Nutrients In Our Food Anymore Or In Our Soil OR IN OUR WATER.

capricorn: If A Book Store Never Runs Out Of A Certain Book, Dose That Mean That Nobody Reads It, Or Everybody Reads It

aquarius: I Will Always Give You The Truth I Will Never Lie To You In My music If You Cant Handle My Feelings And Emotions Please Unfollow Me

pisces: Ill Never Forget The Blogs That Believed In Me Since The Begging.

When shy meets shy (Bucky X Reader)


Title: When shy meets shy (Bucky X Reader)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

Summary: After Hydra, Bucky became shyer than he ever was before. Until he meets someone even more bashful than he was. Could he help her rebuild her self-confidence? Make her believe she’s worth more than she thinks? And convince her he’s truly madly deeply in love with her?

Note: So this is a little something for @whotheeffisbucky who is having an especially hard time today. Know that you’ll always be loved for who you are! 

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Bucky was a new presence in the Stark Tower. He was a quiet soul and kept to himself mostly. After the civil war between the Avengers, he couldn’t help the guilt that bubbled in him every time his eyes met his now teammates.

He wasn’t the only one in the tower that mostly kept to themselves. (Y/N) has been in the team for a good year and the other Avengers still didn’t see much of her aside from during missions.

Quiet people seem to notice each other and the two often noticed each others presence and little quirks every time they were in the same room.

During briefing sessions, Bucky would notice (Y/N) fiddling with the corners of her shirt when the conversation was directed at her.

In turn, (Y/N) notices how Bucky’s eyes avert away from people and stare at the tabletop when anyone in the team seemed to ask him for his opinion.

As time passes, Bucky couldn’t help himself but have his gaze fleet over to (Y/N) anytime he was out in the common area. He noticed how she tries to hide, make herself as scarce as possible, almost trying to let her 3-size too large sweater swallow her as the Avengers team chat up a storm.


Bucky was used to having (Y/N)’s quiet presence around. She tried to make herself invisible but to Bucky, she was all he could see in the rowdy common room during movie night.

Today, though, Bucky couldn’t spot the girl. He was settled at the far end of the couch, his usual seat, where he could have a completely unobstructed view of the room, a habit from his days as a soldier.

As the clock hits 9 PM, Bucky couldn’t help the frown that appeared on his face. He knew that (Y/N) was a creature of habit. She may not be too sociable but she never missed a movie night, not since Bucky joined the team.

“(Y/N) isn’t here.” Bucky gruff voice sounded and the noisy room was suddenly plunged into a pin-drop silence.

Bucky’s voice was rare and surprised the group of heroes. Wanda snapped from her reverie quicker than the rest and cleared her throat.

“(Y/N) said she isn’t joining us tonight. She’s tired and wants to rest early.” the redhead said with slight disappointment.

Bucky grunted in response and his frown deepened as worry pooled at his stomach. The team didn’t miss the look he sported.

“I’m… I’m just going to go. Uhm, goodnight guys.” Bucky said softly, his voice deep with uneasiness.

Trudging his way to the living quarters of the tower, his shoulders were slumped. Steve attempted to stand up and go after his friend but was stopped by Natasha.

“Let him be, Cap. He isn’t going back to his room,” she said with a knowing smile. Only to be met with Steve’s look of confusion.


The soldier paced back and forth (Y/N)’s room, footsteps unusually loud considering his training.

“Would you like for me to inform Ms. (Y/N) of your arrival, Sergeant Barnes?” FRIDAY’s voice filled the silent corridor causing Bucky to jump.

“Uh, well, um, if you would please. yes, thank you?” Bucky replied, still not used to speaking into thin air.

He straightened himself and bit his lip, mind whirring at what to say to the lady when she opened the door.

As his mind went into an overdrive, the door cracked open slightly, (Y/N) face coming into view.

Surprised at having a visitor, (Y/N) was at a lost and remained quiet, her wide eyes staring at the shy man in front of her.

“Uhh, hi, hey. I’m Bucky. Uh, well, no, I mean I am Bucky but you know that.” Bucky blabbered on, the tips of his ear a bright pink.

A small laughter bubbled out of the girl before she could stop herself. At the sound of her chuckle, both of them stopped short.

“Hi, Bucky. Is there anything I can help you with?” her soft voice asked, eyes trained on Bucky, a concerned gleam reflecting in them.

“I’m just, well, I missed… I mean we missed you at movie night.” Bucky said, louder than he intended due to his embarrassment.


From then, the two formed quite a special friendship. Their silence, shyness and need to stay out sight bonded them in ways no one really understood.

It was from then that Bucky slowly understood why the girl was so quiet and reclusive even if she was working with the world’s rowdiest bunch of heroes.

She lived in her head more often than not and that bright mind would have all sorts of thought whirring through. And eventually, the only thought left swirling around her mind were negative ones.

Her confidence crumbled as her thoughts got louder. She started questioning her looks, her abilities, her everything. And eventually she was so overwhelmed, she kept to herself and her thoughts.

Bucky was no stranger to gloomy thoughts. He had them regardless if he was awake or asleep. It was a fact the team knew. He understood how suffocating it could be to have your mind controlling your emotions.

The duo was lounging in the common room, books in hand as they sat together, shoulders bumping.

(Y/N) found solace in having Bucky around. It was almost as if her thoughts were on pause, and it was just Bucky and her.


“Doll?” Bucky called out, nudging her.

Without glancing away from her book, (Y/N) let out a small sound to acknowledge him.

“You’re beautiful you know?” Bucky said with a small contented sigh as he placed his head on her shoulder. Bucky was a man of few words after Hydra, he didn’t know how to make (Y/N) understand how he saw her, other than simply putting them in the most straightforward words.

The girl was caught off guard, her face flushing without control.


From then on, Bucky made it his mission to show (Y/N) just how perfect she was. If she couldn’t see it, Bucky would show her, he thought.

In the early mornings, he’d always compliment her wonderful cooking skills. If she wore her hair up, she was beautiful, if she wore her hair down, she was beautiful.

She could be wearing an oversized sweater and mismatched lounge pants and Bucky thought she was the most amazing girl he’s laid eyes on.

Bucky thought she was the most beautiful make-up free, a small contented smile on her lips, wearing her favorite shirt from Bucky as she talked animatedly about the latest book she read. And he’d tell her that, never missing an opportunity to let her know she’s perfect just the way she is.


With time, (Y/N) started accepting the compliments given to her. It was a good step forward. Until she walked into the meeting room that day.

Stepping into the room, she shifted her eyes to her usual seat next to Bucky and realized it was taken.

She wouldn’t have minded sitting elsewhere if it wasn’t that the girl sitting on the seat was the prettiest SHIELD agent (Y/N) has met.

Seeing Bucky and her talking animatedly, her self-esteem plummeted to nothingness and she bit back a sob, turned around and made her way out. She’ll explain to Steve later on as to why she missed the meeting.

What she needed now was her room, her bed, her own space.

Bucky noticed (Y/N) immediately when she walked into the crowded room. Confusion was etched on his face when she saw her face crumple as she turned and made her way out.

Without excusing himself from the agent speaking to him, ignoring Steve’s questions, he hurried out of the meeting room.

The more he thought, the more unsettled he got. Bucky broke into a run and disregarded taking the elevator.

Running up 3 floors, Bucky reached (Y/N)’s door and immediately heard sobbing from inside. His heart broke at her whimpers and immediately entered the passcode her knew by heart.

He took only 3 steps getting to her bedside, he pulled the girl towards him and hid her in his embrace.

“Doll?” his gruff voice laced with so much concern even (Y/N)’s heart constricted at the sound.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned further at her lack of reply.

Bucky pulled her lightly off his chest, now drenched in her tears. He took one look at her and cupped her face with his wide hands.

“What’s wrong beautiful? Talk to me.” he pleaded, eyes desperate for her to say something, anything.

“I’m sorry.” her voice was tired and soft.

“Why are you sorry sweetheart?” his confusion evident.

“I just, when I saw you with her, I just couldn’t help myself but see all my flaws. And what I don’t have or have too much that she doesn’t. She’s perfect. And I’m me.” (Y/N) whispered out.

“Oh, doll… Are you talking about whoever was sitting on your seat earlier?” Bucky asked.

She nodded lightly, her face now buried in his broad chest, seeking some form of comfort.

“I’m sorry doll. I should’ve stopped her from sitting at your seat but I was looking for you and didn’t notice when she sat down,” he explained.

Before (Y/N) could reply, he pulled the girl by her waist, hoisting her up onto his lap, his arms locking behind her to keep her in place.

“Now doll, everyone has flaws. I do. Steve does. So do Nat and Tony. I have metal for an arm, I’ve had my mind messed with most of my life and I still struggle from nightmares at 102. But our flaws are what makes us, us. And to me, everything about you, including your flaws, are perfect. Because it’s what makes you (Y/N).” Bucky said, his eyes never leaving her.

He moved a hand from her waist to her face, softly wiping away a stray tear.

I love you (Y/N).” he confessed softly.

“I really mean it. You’re beautiful even if you can’t see it. I can’t see myself as anything other than a murderer, but you see past that. You see James Buchanan Barnes, the man with flaws. But you still think I’m wonderful. So here I am, to remind you, that I see you, (Y/N) flaws and all. And I think you’re beautiful.” he whispered to her, as he landed a kiss on her lips.


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anonymous asked:

How many jokes do you think Gabe has about that statue? :D:D

BRUH I WROTE THIS TO A FRIEND LIKE AN HOUR AGO:

Them (reading the comic): JFC GABRIEL WITH THE “i’m not the one with the statue” LINE

Me: PEOPLE ARE LOSING THEIR SHIT.  HIS HELLA CASUAL SHRUG

Like:  “lol sorry babe, you got that shiny sculpture on the front lawn, not me, I'mma go have a beer and then take a nap. Wake me up when our cowboy son gets home so I can give him a hug, kks thaaaaanks, Jack - good luck out there ‘breadwinner.’”

——–

But also consider:

Gabe, staring at the statue: did they sculpt your dick too
Jack: jfc Gabe it’s fucking 5:30 am and I haven’t had coffee yet
Gabe: have you ever made that pose in your life
Jack: I’m going back to sleep
Gabe: I miss when your hair was that thick
Jack: I miss when you actually had hair
Gabe: Imma graffiti “Jack sux” on it
Jack: Not “Jack sux dick” on it?
Gabe: …
Jack: …
Gabe: What would I ever do without you?
Jack: fall apart probably

———

Jack: oh hey we’re actually under our budget this month.  Maybe we can buy a treat for the agents - 
Gabe: *unrolls blueprints for a Commander Reyes statue that’s like a foot taller than Jack’s*
Jack: …
Gabe: …
Jack: …this height isn’t accurate at all.
Gabe: just wait until you see Rein’s blueprint

———

Gabe: …I think I figured it out.
Jack: what
Gabe: you’re literally my trophy husband
Jack: …
Gabe: only your trophy is like fifteen feet tall and really difficult to move
Jack: …have you tried to do that?
Gabe: … listen
Gabe: the current position really fucks with the aesthetic of the front garden
Jack: …have you asked Reinhardt for help yet?
Gabe: oh no, good call

———

Post-Recall:

Reaper: …you think we can tear that eyesore down yet?
Soldier: 76: …only if we burn it too
Reaper: …
Soldier: 76: …
Reaper: what would I ever do without you?
Soldier: 76: are you serious
Reaper: oh wait

Hero

Request: ‘’ Could you please do an imagine were the reader and Jeff are dating and one day when she is walking home Bryce grabs and pulls her into an alleyway and starts harassing/touching her. But since Jeff was following her because she forgot her mathbook he sees what Bryce is doing and he gets into a fight and then she brings Jeff home, cleans him up and they kiss passionately at the end.”

Paring: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Gif: knightlley

Word Count: 910

A/N: Hey, thank you for  the request and i’m sorry for the late and for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy  :)

Y / N was walking alone through the streets after hours of study with her boyfriend Jeff and when passing through a dark place, the young woman felt that somebody was behind her and decided to walk faster. As she passed an alley, she felt one hand in her mouth, preventing her from screaming and the other hand on her arm pulling her inside where there was no light.

“ Hello, Y / N, you do not know the happiness that I have missed seeing you without your sweetheart, ” says the male voice Y / N soon recognized and when the hand was removed from her mouth she said it.

“ Bryce … What are you doing? ” She said, startled.

“ Come on Y / N, we’re going to have fun, ” Bryce says, laughing and putting his hand on her thigh and pulling up her skirt with the other.

“Don’t touch me. ” Y / N say in a desperate whisper.

“ Shii, ” Bryce says trying to take the girl’s skirt off.

“Please, Bryce … Don’t do this,” Y / N says, feeling the tears stream down his face.

“ WHAT THE FUCK DUDE GET OF HER! ” Y / N listens to Jeff’s voice screaming and in the next few seconds he sees Bryce falling to the floor as his boyfriend punched and punched the fallen boy.

Y / N was so shocked by the situation that all she could do was reach her hands and put them over her head as she felt the tears fall hard across her face. Bryce reacted quickly and punched Jeff by making him take a few steps back and, taking advantage of the moment, Bryce gave a series of punches in the dark making Y / N scream desperate.

Jeff kicks Bryce’s stomach causing him to fall and Y / N rushes over to Jeff, hugging him from behind, trying to make him stop with the assault.

“ Jeff, please, let’s go. ” Y / N says in a tearful voice making Jeff relax and face her for the first time after all the confusion.

“Are you okay?” He says, running his hand gently on Y / N’s face.

“ Yes, just take me home, please. ” She says and he hugs her and goes to the car with her.

[…]

As soon as Jeff started the car, she takes a brief look at Y / N and sees the tears falling on her girlfriend’s face causing her heart to break.

“ How did you know where I was? ” Y / N ask him.

“ I did not know you forgot your book at home I came to deliver it to you, but when I saw that in the alley I stopped to help, but I never thought it was you ” Jeff responds with some difficulty and Y / N noticed that.

“ It hurts, does not it? Sorry for that, ” she said, shifting her position on the bench.

“ No need to apologize babe, ” Jeff says taking one of the hands off the wheel to wipe the blood from his nose.

“ Can we go to your house? ” Y / N ask.

“Because”? Jeff asks without understanding.

“Because I want to help you with injuries and my parents are at home, I do not want them to ask questions.” Y / N say.

“Yeah, we can go to my house my parents are out,” Jeff says giving a small smile.

 "Okay" Y / N whispers back to lay down in the car seat.

[…]

As soon as she got to Jeff’s house, Y / N noticed the various picture frames and sat in a chair next to the counter in the kitchen waiting for her boyfriend to come up from the garage. She turned immediately to see the door opening revealing the figure of Jeff, she felt guilty to see the wounds in the beautiful face of the young man.

“I was waiting for you to get things,” Y / N says shyly, after all, it was the first time she was totally alone with Jeff.

Jeff went to a room near the kitchen and came back with a first-aid box, and shortly thereafter, he picked up an ice pack talking. “Let’s go to my room,” and Y / N nodded, following him. When they arrived, Jeff sat down on the edge of the bed and Y / N stood in front of him between the legs of his boyfriend.

“ Are you sure it’s all right? ” He asks worriedly, because of the whole situation.

“ Yes, I have. ” Y / N simply say paying attention to the bandages.

“ If you want to talk … ” Jeff begins but Y / N interrupts him.

“Jeff, it’s okay. You saved me and I thank you and I love you more for that. "Y / N say starting to do the first bandage and Jeff grimaced.

"Sorry.” Y / N say realizing the pain he was feeling.

“Fine,” Jeff says, smiling.

After several minutes Y / N finished doing the bandages and soon felt Jeff’s hands on his waist.

“Thank you I do not know what I would do without you.” Jeff says looking at his girlfriend.

“I thank you for being my hero.” Y / N say kissing Jeff passionately trying to demonstrate everything she felt for him.

I have feeling™ and I need to get them out. Have a langst minific centered around Blue and the bond they definitely have. This got kinda long…

It was like lightning. One second, he’s fine, and the next, he sees a flash of light so blinding that he dont know where he is. It disorients him. Makes him question whats up or down, if he’s still on the ship or flung into space. For a terrifying moment, all he’s capable of feeling is confusion.

At least… Thats how Lance interprets this situation.

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