I was going through my photos on my old computer cause I don’t keep track of that shit who does?? and I found this mother fucking imagine
NOW I KEEP ALL MY IMAGINES IN ONE FOLDER EVEN TO THIS DAY SO I HAVE NO IDEA WHY THIS WAS NOT IN A FOLDER NOR DO I REMEMBER CREATING IT NOR DO I KNOW WHY THIS WAS MADE A THING AND I JUST DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT OMFG
Sometimes he’s waiting for that little crease to appear on his brow, the twitch in his closed eyes, the slight tightening of his jaw. He waits until Will begins to squirm against him, fingers gripping onto the quilt or Mike’s clothes or his own arms, bony fingers staining hia pale skin purple or black. He waits until Will begins to whimper, ever so slightly, ever so quietly, pressing his face into the pillow, muffling the sounds that he makes, silencing himself.
When the pace of his breathing picks up, Mike wraps Will up in his arms, tucking his face into the smaller boy’s shoulder before he’s panicking enough to push Mike away. He rubs Will’s back, palms running up and down the length of Will’s spine, pressing gentle, soothing kisses against his collarbone. Sometimes it’s enough to stop Will from screaming, and he opens his eyes with just a shuddering gasp, eyes darting around the room until they land on Mike.
Sometimes it’s not, though, and Will will scramble out of Mike’s arms, tumbling onto the floor, crossing the carpet to press himself into the corner of the room. He’ll scream and he’ll sob, holding himself until he can bear the touch of someone else. Mike will always stay close, always within Will’s eyeline, because he never wants Will to feel alone, not ever.
Sometimes Will sleeps peacefully, sometimes only for a few hours, sometimes for the whole night. And Mike will just watch him until he’s tired enough to sleep himself. He’ll press soft kisses on Will’s cheeks, and he’ll run his fingers through his mop of soft hair, and he’ll whisper all the things he’s too embarrassed to say when Will’s awake. And maybe sometimes, Will’s only half asleep, and he listens to Mike’s mumble sentences, trying not to smile and give away his consciousness, not wanting Mike to stop.
A/N: Since I have now reached 100 followers, I decided to post this one-shot as a celebration. Enjoy!
Based off of the song Shadows by Sabrina Carpenter.
Amanda Larsen was the newest addition to the Avengers and the most mysterious and secretive. She rarely talked, and when she did, she was always quiet and usually only spoke to Natasha or Clint, the ones who found her in an abandoned Hydra base.
The others only knew a few small details of her past.
Captured by Hydra.
Experimented on by Hydra.
Brainwashed by Hydra.
She was one of their assassins, forced to kill hundreds (though it felt like thousands to her) of people. Innocent people.
They were often awoken in the middle of the night by her screams of terror.
She could never get away from the blood shed, the guilt, the pain. Not even in her sleep.
Any time any of them tried to comfort her, even Natasha and Clint, she turned away, and became even colder towards everyone, so they decided to let her be.
No one could imagine what she went through.
Three years after she was brought to Avengers Tower, she was finally comfortable.
She talked more, she actually smiled and laughed.
She was as close to being happy as she could get, and that was all she wanted.
When Steve introduced his friend Bucky to the team, she couldn’t help but notice how much he acted like her, when she first arrived.
It didn’t take long for her to develope feelings for him.
Of course everyone noticed almost right away.
Whenever he entered the room, her eyes got brighter.
If he talked to her, she listened to every word as if it were the most important thing in the world.
If she got him to smile, she would act like she just won the Olympics.
Yeah, everyone noticed, but the man himself.
It wasn’t that he didn’t fell the same. No, he defiantly felt the same. It was that he felt as if he wasn’t good enough. She was too good, too pure. At least to him she was. He knew about her past, and he didn’t care. If anything, it made him care for her more.
But, his self hatred made him blind to her feelings.
And she was too afraid.
Too afraid of the rejection she’s faced all her life.
Her nightmares still came. They never stopped. Every night she was back in the chair, back with Hydra, she just learned to not wake up screaming.
She never could fall back asleep after a nightmare, and she never wanted to. She was too afraid that they would come back.
She jerked awake in a cold sweat.
This nightmare was different from the rest.
She was still back in the cold dark clutches of Hydra, but this time, instead of being forced to kill a faceless innocent, it Bucky.
That was when she knew.
She knew that she was in love with him.
Little did she know, he was in the same predicament.
After her late night realization, she avoided Bucky like the plague.
She was getting too close and any time she got close to someone, they were ripped from her hands.
She became colder and more reserved. She barely talked ton anyone. She was going back to the way she was.
All while Bucky was wondering what he did wrong.
She hardley spoke to him. If he walked into a room and she was there, she quickly left. She could barely look at him.
This continued for a month until he got her where she couldn’t escape.
She kept having the same nightmare.
It’s been the same one for a month. Each one worse than the last.
She’s now seeked the roof for comfort. Sitting there until the sun started to rise.
She was always alone up there. No oone knew that she did it.
Except for one person.
Bucky had noticed her going out there the night before, and decided that this was the night to confront her.
She was looking up at the sky when she heard the door open and foot steps approaching her.
She have to look to know who it was.
He sat down next to her and they were both silent for a beat.
“Why’ve you been avoiding me?” He asked softly. He didn’t give her a chance to answer before he continued. “Have I done something wrong? Did I say something? Do something?”
She could almost laugh. Of course he would think that he did something wrong. He was simply too good.
Too good for me. She thought sadly.
“No James.” He smiled at that. She never did call him Bucky. It was always James. “You didn’t do something. I did.” She spoke so quietly he probably wouldn’t have heard her if he didn’t have enhanced hearing.
His eyebrows drew together in confusion.
She took a deep breath, preparing herself for her confession, his rejection and the end of their friendship. Or rather, what was left of it.
“Wha-” He started, but she cut him off.
“I fell in love with you.” His eyes widened. “And I know you don’t feel the same, because no one could love me, I understand and I’m sorry for ruining our friendship.”
She got up and started walking to words the door, tears streaming down her face.
Before she could reach the door, he grabbed her wrist and spun her around.
She opened her mouth to say something, but was silenced by his lips crashing down on her own.
To say she was shocked would’ve been the understatement of the century.
It took a few moments for her to realize what was happening, but once she did, she returned the kiss eagerly.
She’s not sure how long they stand there, lips locked, his left arm around her waist the other inertwined in her honey blonde hair and her arms around his neck, once hand playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, but eventually, they had to break apart for air.
“I love you too.” He murmured.
After that night, the nightmares don’t come anymore.
All because of a certain soldier right beside her.
jealous….and petty…….. because one boy is doing significantly better than the other 3 without having actually done anything, thanks to his current team’s overkill and 7 years worth of hype as the next justin timberlake……. lmao fuck you