habit i suppose

@vorchagirl - “For the character & outfit ask … femShep in H2 or Ash in F3 … or both together? *waggles eyebrows*” Ask and ye shall receive, havent been drawing lately so this was a nice way to throw myself back into the fold. also. shep and ash is my favorite thing and this made me happy so thank you! <3

Why is it that when you’re fat people think they own your body
Like why do they think they can comment on my weight or what I do or don’t eat

Why do they think they get unlimited access to my body and my habits

Why am I supposed to let people make comments about how much I eat and just be okay with it?? “Oh /someone’s/ hungry today” “are you sure you need that much?” “Oh is that all you’re going to eat?” Like WHY do people feel the need to tell me about how much I’m eating

I /know/ how much I’m eating, I know if it’s unhealthy or not, but I’m gonna eat what I want because it makes me feel better about people calling me a fat ass and telling me I have no self control

I’m fat and I love to bake and cook all the time and people look at me like I say I like to kick puppies when I tell them that

What is wrong with people when i have to worry about telling people what I like to do because I’m scared they’re only gonna see a fat person who only thinks of food

buttonfanatic  asked:

Lance is crazy good at play fighting and pulling punches, he probably had a lot of younger siblings or younger cousins growing up and he didn't want to actually hurt them (Also he probably took some drama classes). So basically imagine someone sparing hand to hand combat with him (lets just say Keith for simplicity's sake) and lance is about to get a lucky shot in, his fist flying right towards Keith's face, and he just stops it a millimeter before contact and triumphantly declares that he won

Yessss 

Lance always played with his younger siblings and cousins when they were around for the holidays. 

He prefered playing with them over his older relatives since he could have more fun with them. 

By the time Lance was 12 he had mastered play fighting and could make a punch look real but he never hit anyone. 

It was always fun, Lance always felt important when he played with them because the kids would always beg for more and wouldn’t let him leave. 

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Lance had forgotten about his skill when he left for the Garrison, he didn’t exactly need it anymore. 

Lance focused on his studies and piloting and make sure he stayed a fighter pilot. 

-

When Lance found himself in space with two aliens and his hero who went missing for a year he started to remember his skill. 

He only remember at first when he would think back to his family on nights when he couldn’t sleep. Homesickness consuming him so his eyes wouldn’t shut.

Lance didn’t mind though, the memories were nice, he missed playing with them. 

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“Lance and Keith! You two are going to be partners in hand-to-hand combat training today.” Shiro spoke to both of the boys and moved to tell Hunk and Pidge what he needed to do. 

“I guess it’s you and me mullet.” Lance silently laughed as they walked to the area reserved for them. 

“Guess so, but don’t hold back alright?” Keith sifted into positions, fist raised.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Lance gave a sly smile and copy Keiths position and they were off. 

Even though Lance didn’t look it, he was almost as skilled as Keith. Lance usually faced people calling him weak simply because he wasn’t buff. But Lance could still pack a punch. 

The more the two boys fought, the more Lance kept seeing his younger relatives in Keith’s position. Lance swung over Keith’s head and thought he saw his little brother. 

Lance went to kick Keith away but saw his little cousin. Every time Lance went to hit Keith he saw his relatives. 

He couldn’t hurt them. Even when Keith’s fist collided with Lance and his boot hit his stomach Lance didn’t make contact with Keith’s body. 

Keith was obviously getting aggravated with how Lance would avoid hitting him when he treated him like a punching bag. 

Lance would always move his fist or feet a few inches off so he wouldn’t hit Keith. 

Then it happened, Lance managed to knock Keith down. Before Keith could stand up Lance had his knees on both side of Keiths hips, pinning him down. 

Lance rose his fist and started to bring it down. Keith closed his eyes, anticipating when the pain would come, but it never did. Keith slowly opened his eyes and say Lance’s fist a few centimeters from his cheek. 

Lance smiled “ I won.” Lance got off Keith and extended his hand to the raven haired boy. 

Keith took his hand and stood up. “How did you win? You didn’t even hit me.” 

“Well back at my house I would always ‘fight’ with my siblings and I would never hit them So it’s just a habit I suppose.” Lance scratched his neck avoiding Keith’s gaze.

“But I’m not one of your siblings or relatives.” Keith was slightly confused. None of it added up. 

“No, you may not be a blood relative, but you are family. All of you are, and I would never hurt my family.” Lance gave Keith a small pat on the back and made his way over to Shiro to tell him they were done. 

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Sorry it took so long!!

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Another Morning (Jumin x MC)

You wake up to find Jumin a bit more tired than usual.

Word Count: 610

I feel blessed that it’s Friday oh my god. Anyhow, I’ll be starting Victorian!AU tomorrow, I just wanted to do some regular prompts before I got back to the historical AUs. I hope you like it and have a lovely day!

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Your eyes fluttered open at the shifting beside you, finding your husband sitting up, a deep puff of air escaping him as he hunched over, rubbing at his face.

Sunlight had dripped into the room, a soft fondness following beside the light as it tapped your skin.

“Good morning,” You murmured, watching as he looked to you to you, instinctively smiling at the sight of you.

“Oh, good morning turtledove.” He hummed. “Did I wake you?”

“No, no it’s no problem.” You waved a small hand comfortingly, leaning up. “Didn’t you take the day off, though? What’re you doing up so early?”

“…It’s a bit of a habit now, I suppose.” He shrugged, hesitating with his words. “If you’re tired, go back to sleep, I won’t mind.”

“I’m fine,” You reassured him, sitting up, catching the dark circles practically engraved beneath his eyes. “Are you? Did you get any sleep…?”

He tipped his head to the side wearily. “Debatable.” 

“What happened?”

“I had quite a bit of last minute paperwork emailed to me from a client. It might as well have been an ecyclopedia it was enormous.” 

He folded his lips, knowing you wouldn’t quite like his next words. “I only finished it about a half hour ago. I started around 1 in the morning.” 

“Jumin!” 

“I’m…I’m fine.” He yawned, attempting to cover his mouth. “I just need to take some espresso shots…that’s what I usually do after all-”

He prepared to get up, yet you grabbed onto his hand, stopping his movements as he stared bewildered at you. 

“Darling, what’s wrong?” 

“You need to get some sleep.” You pulled him back onto the bed, puffing out your cheeks indignantly. “It’s not healthy to get that little of sleep!” 

“It’s nothing new for me love-”

“Would you let me do it then?” 

He sighed, melting as he lay back on the bed beside you, sinking into the sheets and pillow as though he were floating in water.

“Are you sure I can’t get up?” He chuckled lightly, the circles only seeming to deepen as his lids drooped. 

“Absolutely. You need to rest, you know.” 

He grinned sweetly, shifting to his side as he wound his arms about you, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. 

“You’re an utter gift do you know that?” 

His voice began to trail, yet still held onto the same tenderness he always had when he talked to you.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you…” He muttered. 

You snickered, twirling his wavy strands of hair through your fingertips. “Everyone needs to be taken care of at some point. Even if they don’t want to admit it.” 

He nodded groggily in response.

“Can I ask you something?” 

“What’s that?” 

“Could you stay with me?” He exclaimed. “Before I met you I was used to sleeping alone but now…I find it…uncomfortable.” He scrunched up his nose, tensing. “It doesn’t feel right when you’re not there is what I mean-”

You buried your head in the crook of his neck, your lips stretching from ear to ear.

“I’d be more than happy to.” 

He let out a breath of relief, holding you as though you were a precious dream he never wanted to let go of.

And he spoke once more, before drifting off beside you.

“…Thank you, darling.” 

anonymous asked:

what's your favourite sleeping position? do you need personal space or are you cuddlers?

Well I used to sleep like I was in a coffin, bolt straight and I didn’t move all night - old army habit, I suppose - but now I have the octopus sleeping next to me things have changed a little. It’s like my very own little space heater.

Breathe ~ An Avenger’s Story  (8/15)

Originally posted by mapiyahuyana

AU Summary:Y/N finishes her first mission and shares information about her family. 

Notes: filler chapter to fix some plot holes and reveal a bit of Y/N’s background

Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

MASTERLIST


The people inside the cells have been released and taken care of. Hawkeye had to land the jet and speak to the people since neither Tony, Steve nor y/n spoke Chinese. They had medics came in and checked their health and their background. Transportation has been given to those in need and shelter for the victims. It was protocol.

“FRIDAY, are you done yet?” Stark groaned as he spun around the chair he found in front of the control Chinese base control panel.

“The encryption is most complex, sir. I have yet to crack the passwords.” FRIDAY answered.

“Damn Chinese smartasses.” he mumbled then stood up and stretched his legs. “How long till then?”

“About 20 minutes more, sir.”

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I suddenly got this headcanon that Bilbo is basically a highway menace behind the wheel while Thorin is this one guy who always creates a traffic jam behind him because he refuses to go one mile past the speed limit

Over and Over Again

Anonymous Requested: We broke up but no one makes coffee the way you do and I really need a cup so can I come over? 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff 
Word Count: 3,520

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It starts with one hazy winter morning and a single phone call.

You’ve always been a relatively light sleeper, a trait of your life you’ve always secretly hated because it’s always stopped you from getting through the night peacefully, but this time it’s a part of yourself you just want to fling off a cliff and curse to the heavens and back. Who on earth would even bother trying to call you at a time like—!

“What the fuck?” You let out in a groan, voice husky from sleep as your hand blindly reaches across to the nightstand, fingers dragging along the surface to try and feel for your phone. Your head is swimming with the abruptness of early morning, the neurons in your brain going at a rapid pace in hasty attempts to right yourself up for the new day. “What time is it…?”

Somehow, your fingers manage to clasp around the rectangular object that is your phone, and you peel an eye open long enough to catch the bright green numbers on your digital clock. The fact that the sun hasn’t even risen over the horizon should be warning bell number 1 that whoever is calling you definitely doesn’t deserve a reply if they’re going to interrupt what little sleep you already get, but you think you would much rather give this person a piece of your mind as—!

You don’t even bother trying to read the fine print of the caller ID before you tug the phone from the charging unit, rolling onto your stomach and—“What?”

“Oh, sorry, is this a bad time?”

The arm that isn’t propped up to keep the phone to your ear straightens like a board, driving you off the bed, the warmth of the covers long forgotten as your heart immediately sets on going into overdrive as it courses through your body. The feelings are almost vague, foreign, nearly forgotten, yet something so nostalgic that your heart already knows the answer before your mind could conjure up a question.

“J-Jungkook?”

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After the End (Jimin angst) Part 4

Summary: You were finally surrounded by people, but still felt entirely alone.

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five coming soon

Originally posted by ashtonxbts

Post-apocalyptic AU (Jimin x Reader feat. Jungkook & Taehyung)

Word count: 7k

Genre: Angst


“Take the new guy out. See what he can do.”

That was your order. It sounded like a waste of time, and it made no sense to have you take him out. You had been in Sleepsong for less than a week, only two days longer than he had. You had hardly demonstrated any kind of loyalty to them, despite Jimin’s assurances that you were a good person.

But you gladly accepted the job. You suspected it was just their way of getting you out of Sleepsong for a while. You were making the residents uncomfortable. When they spoke to you, you were abrasive and rude, or pretended that you hadn’t heard them. When they ignored you, you glared at them suspiciously, trying to decide whether they pitied you, or feared you, or both.

So you were grateful to have an excuse to get out for a while. You kept your head down as you walked towards the gate, aware that there were people watching. There were always people watching.

Your legs felt heavy today.

The new guy was by the gate, waiting for you. He was standing unnaturally still. As you neared him, you were surprised by how young he looked. Younger than you, maybe. He was staring into the distance, his expression blank, like he was watching something dull happen far away. You coughed, and he slowly dragged his gaze over to you.

“Ready?” you asked.

“Mmm.”

You nodded once, pleased that he wasn’t the chatty type.

He followed you silently out of Sleepsong. You led him through the abandoned town, far enough away that the sound of your gunshots wouldn’t draw dead ones to the settlement.

You reached the center of town and heard the murmur of a small infestation inside a building that had once been someone’s home. You perched on a nearby trashcan and pulled a stolen protein bar out of your pocket. You ripped it open and started to eat. He watched you wordlessly.

“What’s your name?” you asked, mouth full.

“Jungkook.”

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anonymous asked:

You seem to favor Go and Spark a lot, is that by choice or accident? If by choice why, I mean the other characters are interesting and deserve more development.

Well this blog is originally simply about Go and Spark comics, I think it is written in the description, so yeah it is mainly about Go and Spark and sometime about the other leaders. However as of recently it’s more of a habit and accidental, I was suppose give the other characters more development and draw them more like between Blanche and Gogo, but I never got to that.


It’s always been Go and Spark for my brain coming up ideas like if they had a fight and at each other throats, a casual conversation, what Spark did to piss Go off, Go’s Mimikyu chasing with a chainsaw to Spark’s pikachu and Alola Raichu, and stuff like that. It’s easier for me to come up ideas on things I really like and it’s Go and Spark (Primal as well).


It’s hard to come up ideas with the other leaders and assistants because.. It just simply is I can’t really generate much. I do come up ideas or dialogue of them but I feel like I can do better than the current scenarios so I don’t really draw it. It’s worse right now because school started and recently I don’t have much time as I’m under pressure from a lot classes.

Hopefully there will be more of Gogo, Blanche, Beta, Candela, and the others.

              PERSON OF INTEREST SENTENCE STARTERS ( SEASON 1   /   FIRST PART. )

❝ when you find that one person who connects you to the world, you become someone different, someone better. ❞ 
❝ you don’t learn how to fight like that in the regular army. ❞ 
❝ so am i in trouble ? ❞ 
❝ bad things happen to people every day. you can’t stop them. ❞ 
❝ the property’s in a kind of limbo. ❞ 
❝ but I should tell you… i’m a really private person. ❞ 
❝ you need a purpose. ❞ 
❝ you don’t talk to people who just walk into the joint! ❞ 
❝ ______… you worried about me? I’m touched! ❞ 
❝ you’re going to need to trust somebody at some point. ❞
❝ in the end, we’re all alone and no one is coming to save you. ❞ 
❝ you have a .45 under the counter and a shotgun next to the register, and I can get to them both before you. ❞ 
❝ don’t you knock? ❞ 
❝ point that thing at me again and I’ll shoot you with it. ❞ 
❝ or maybe there are no good people. ❞ 
❝ everybody needs somebody to talk to. ❞ 
❝ i did say please. ❞ 
❝ no question is ever innocent from you. ❞ 
❝ go play with your son. ❞ 
❝ i was reading between the lines. ❞ 
❝ you want to get out of here? ❞ 
❝ you ever see two cats in a bag? ❞ 
❝ to do something illegal. ❞ 
❝ it’s not as easy as it looks. ❞ 
❝ it’s just beginning. veni. vidi. vici. ❞ 
❝ teaching can be a dangerous profession. ❞ 
❝ yes, i imagine espionage is a much safer choice. ❞ 
❝ who kicked his ass sideways? ❞ 
❝ i’m highly uncomfortable being here. ❞ 
❝ i lose my patience when i get shot. ❞ 
❝ i was called a monster. even the blackest heart still beats. ❞ 
❝ i always thought i’d die in a place that didn’t know my name. ❞ 
❝ you think anyone will care for our names? ❞
❝ it’s going around the neighborhood. ❞
❝ i just want to let you know that you’re not alone. ❞
❝ was this guy wearing a suit ? ❞
❝ i breached the space/time continuum. not really … but i did sense my privacy being invaded. ❞
❝ you know that’ll never happen. ❞
❝ that joke never gets old. ❞
❝ poke him in the eyes? that’s your technique? ❞ 
❝ you gotta love a girl with good security habits. ❞ 
❝ i don’t suppose they’d let us be cell-mates. ❞ 
❝ i looked for a i’m-sorry-i-got-you-shot card, but they were all out. ❞ 
❝ he’s one of those rich loner types, the kind you’d call strange if he didn’t have so much cash. he’s  ‘ eccentric. ‘ ❞ 
❝ thank you, here i was going to move at a sloth-like pace and get myself captured.  ❞ 
❝ i’ll be joining you tonight. ❞ 
❝ if you’re going to do something wrong, do it right. ❞ 
❝ you’ll think of something. ❞ 
❝ i always pictured you in the back of my car… in handcuffs. ❞ 
❝ the most efficient way to lose in a fight is to act without knowing your enemy. ❞ 
❝ oh, i’m fine ______. thanks for asking. ❞ 
❝ let me guess, you need another favor. ❞ 
❝ in the marines they taught us the fastest way to clean your weapon was to shoot a couple of people with it. ❞ 
❝ in the army, they taught us the fastest way to get shot was to fail to clean your weapon. ❞ 
❝ outstanding, i’ll be spending two days with hair gel and a pin-striped suit. ❞ 
❝ she knocked down the books and walked off… ❞ 
❝ people start targeting children, there are no rules. ❞ 
❝ thanks for reminding me of that! ❞ 
❝ whenever you show up, trouble’s just around the corner. ❞ 
❝ that’s a terrible plan, but i like it, so let’s do it.   ❞ 
❝ they all say I got the wrong guy. ❞ 
❝ i’m in the mood for indian. ❞ 
❝ did you forget to set your alarm? ❞ 
❝ you are my backup. ❞ 
❝ i am the evolution of organized crime. ❞ 
❝ you two think you’re safe because there’s just one of me, that I’m weak and that you’re strong. that’s not strength. that’s weakness. look at you, a bunch of jealous idiots. liars, betraying each other. ❞ 
❝ the problem with trying to be the bad guy, there’s always someone worse. ❞ 
❝ the thing about striking out on your own is that’s usually how you end up. ❞ 
❝ he killed his friend and shot me in the back, i wasn’t thinking of protecting him.   ❞ 
❝ i should have shot you and simplified my life. ❞ 
❝ what am I supposed to be, now that she’s gone? when you find that one person who connects you to the world, you become someone different. someone better. when that person’s taken from you, what do you become then? ❞ 
❝ and that’s where i come in. ❞ 
❝ i was lucky. i had four years of happiness. some people only get four days. ❞ 
❝ they all can’t be babies and mafia dons! ❞ 
❝ this ‘ thing ‘ has already saved countless lives. ❞ 
❝ that nice young lady had a .45 pointed at me under her desk. ❞ 
❝ does she / he really need help in that regard? ❞ 
❝ i’m so tired of running. ❞ 
❝ so nice to finally meet you. you can call me ______. ❞ 
❝ now you’re going to help me get him back. ❞ 

No Words: a Fred Weasley x Reader Imagine

Requested: yes

In this imagine, a shy Ravenclaw reader has major feelings for Fred Weasley. The problem is that he will never notice. When an old friend makes some unwanted advances problems arise. There are no words for the butterflies or the stones in the readers stomach over the course of this week, but then again, sometimes there’s no need for words.

*Note: you can substitute another house while reading if you like, but the requester specifically wanted Ravenclaw. If you spot any errors please let me know.

Warnings: light cursing

Y/N - your name
Y/L/N - your last name
~~~ - used to show passage of time

Word count: 3,008

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The pale yellow of the ceiling is fading into a powder blue as the Great Hall fills with half sleeping students. Four long tables are piled high with all variety of breakfast foods. On either side of me Ivy and Ethan, my two best friends, take their seats at the Ravenclaw table.

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Here’s the biggest problem with knowing multiple languages:

When you experience characters speaking in language A, so their voice only ever speaks in language A in your brain, and then you decide to write a fanfic in language B, which is your preferred language. 

And it just doesn’t work because you end up doing some kind of weird language translation/writing thing at the same time and nothing sounds remotely right. 

”To know what it’s like
to love somebody
the way I love you
To know how it feels
to kill yourself
with bad habits
To know what you want,
know you’ll never
truly have it” 

// New York City - The Chainsmokers 

Remedy (15) THE END

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, angst, fluffy, smut, a very protective Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

A/N: This is it. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did writing it. Thank you guys for all the comments on this! And if you’re sad that this is over; we still have Reprogramming, which will be revisited sometime! x

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

She still submits to me on occasion; willingly or maybe out of habit, her nature, I suppose. Not what she always was, but the way they made her. Lately I’ve been feeling particularly cross with Hydra. And by cross, I mean I want to fucking rip their collective heads off and shove them up their collective asses, and do the same with the two heads that’ll take the place of the first I rip off. This, because the better she’s doing, the more the horrifying things they’ve done to her show. She’s getting more spontaneous, witty, brave as well. She goes up against me if she feels like it, if only to play around but also when she means to push her own way instead of leaning with mine. I love her for it, I love hearing her say what she wants, I love the way her eyes shine with defiance and her jaw sets decisively. It also never fails to turn me on.

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You meet Mark again after a long time

Thank you for requesting this. I haven’t written a scenario in forever so I’m sorry if it sucks but I tried my best. Also, I left it open ended so if ppl like it I could add a part two if anyone wants (They probably won’t I’m pretty useless at this) Hope you enjoy it - Em x

Originally posted by hoshiflower

You had just unpacked your first few boxes in your new apartment. You had moved to Seoul for university because you wanted to go to an entirely new place that had a very different culture to Canada.

Your roommate, and best friend, was putting different pots into your kitchen. She had moved with you because it was more fun with both of you together.

“y/n!” She called to you. You placed down the bathroom box you were holding and walked into the kitchen.

“It’s almost lunchtime and we have no food. Can you go to the little grocery shop on the corner and get some stuff?” She asked. You nodded.

“Sure,” You replied grabbing your purse and heading to the door. You checked how you looked in the mirror before heading out. Not fabulous but not too bad seeing as you only arrived from Canada yesterday.

You skipped down the stairwell and out onto the road. You were excited about living here so naturally, you were in a good mood. The shop was literally only a two-minute walk so you got there quickly.

You picked up a basket and began looking for essentials such as vegetables, rice and milk. You had gotten most of your items when you tripped and bumped into some guy.

“Omg, I’m so sorry!” You said to him looking up only to be further surprised.

“y/n,” He said sounding just as surprised. “When did you move to Seoul?” It was Mark Lee. When you were younger you guys had been the best of friends until he moved to Seoul to become part of a boy group.

You had missed him a lot but he hadn’t phoned or even texted since you had left. So instead of smiling you frowned slightly. He picked up your food that had fallen from the basket before extending his hand to help you up.

“How have you been?” He asked. He had a cute grin on his face but seemed to be shifting from foot to foot slightly nervously. You looked at the ground unable to look him in the eye.

Ever since he stopped talking to you, you had been feeling hurt, it had been almost three years.

“Good I suppose,” You reply. “I haven’t really been doing a lot. After you left I finished school broke up with my boyfriend and moved here.”

His eyes narrowed.

“In three years that’s all that happened. Did you meet any new people go on any trips or anything?” He asked. You shook your head.

“I went to y/b/f house most nights to study but really I had nothing much to do. What about you, how has being an SM trainee been? You debuted in a band called NCT right?” You said trying to change the subject from my miserable life.

“It’s really great. Sometimes the schedules are tiring but it’s worth it. I really try hard to make sure the fans are proud of our band and that we are always getting better.” He answered. He sounded like this was an interview on a variety show or something.

“I’m not an MC and this isn’t a talk show.” You joked. He chuckled slightly.

“Force of habit I suppose but everything I said was true even if I delivered it the way our manager would want.” So, his life was great even though he hadn’t spoken to you, one of his former best friends, in years.

“There is only one bad thing.” He said starting to look slightly sad behind his happy façade as he said it.

“I miss things back in Canada, well I mean I miss people.” Well, you supposed he didn’t get to see his family a lot and that must have been hard.

“Your cousin said to say hi,” You added forcing yourself to smile.

“Well, my family too. But also…you. I missed you. Especially when it was hard and I needed my best friend.” You stared at him speechless. Was he joking? He ‘missed you’. Of course, he did. He missed you enough to send zero texts and make zero skype calls.

“You could have skyped then, or called, or even texted.” You said quietly. His face fell. Walking towards you, Mark pulled you into a tight hug.

“I know I should have called, but it would have hurt too much to see your face. I didn’t want to seem needy. You had your boyfriend and I wanted you to forget me and be happy.”

“One text Mark, to say that. That’s all you needed. My boyfriend cheated on me a month after you left, I needed you too and forgetting about you was never going to happen.”

“I knew that guy was trash,” He muttered under his breath.

“what?”

“Nothing,” He replied clearing his throat. You moved out of his embrace.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I really am. Even with my hectic schedules, I will find time to make this up to you. I promise.” You looked at him. Straight in the eyes. He looked pained and you had always wished he would say something like this. Have an explanation.

He wrote down an address on a piece of paper.

“This is the address for the NCT dorm. Come tomorrow at 11 am. If you don’t its fine I understand what I did. But if you do I promise I will make it up to you.” He kissed you on the cheek before hurrying out the shop door.

It took you a minute or so before you could compose yourself and buy the food.

Once you got back to your flat you placed the groceries on the table.

“y/b/f!” You called out.“I have somewhere important to go tomorrow at 11. I will be out for a while afterwards. I’m sorry.”

“Who are you meeting?” y/b/f asked curiously. “A hot date?”

“Mark Lee,”

Need A Hand?

Pairing: Reader x Bucky (Platonic?)
Word Count: 655
Warnings: Fluff, Recovering!Bucky

A/N: Just a oneshot.

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

The intercom in your office buzzed, drawing your attention away from your paper work.

“Dr. Y/L/N,” your assistant’s voice sounded through it, “Mr. Barnes is ready for you,”

“Thank you,” you speak back. Getting up from your desk, you straighten out your pencil skirt, feeling nervous.

You’d been stationed in Wakanda when Bucky had decided to go back on ice. You were a psychologist, and a friend of Bruce Banner, so when Steve Rogers approached you, desperate for his childhood friend to recover, you immediately agreed.

There hadn’t been much to do for the last 3 months while you waited for King T’Challa’s people to discover how to get Hydra’s programming out of Bucky’s head, except read all you could on the super soldier’s haunted past. You’d dealt with bad cases before, but nothing could prepare you for the horrors you read that Bucky had to endure.

Standing outside the door, you take a deep breath, steadying yourself before you came face to face with Bucky. As you push open the door, you hear frustrated grunts. Bucky’s back was to you, but you knew they were his.

The sound of the door opening drew his attention, he glanced over his shoulder, his brow furrowing when he sees you walk in.

You remain silent until you sit down in front of him, “Hello, Mr. Barnes. I’m Dr. Y/N Y/L/N, and Steve Rogers asked me to come to Wakanda to help you recover,”

Bucky nods, staring intently at you. You start to feel nervous, making you clear your throat. Bucky stays silent, but he reaches over to a table of tools next to him with his one arm. He grabs a scalpel from the table. You start to feel more nervous, but quickly remind yourself that Bucky isn’t a killer, The Winter Soldier was.

Bucky holds the scalpel out to you, offering you the handle of it. You stare down at it, then back at him, confusion painted on your face.

“What’s this?” you finally ask, his hand still extended,

“A scalpel,” he dryly replies,

“Yes, I can see that,” you retort, “But why are you giving it to me?”

Bucky frowns, looking down at his own hand, “I… I don’t know. It’s a force of habit, I suppose. If I ever met with a Hydra agent alone, I was taught to provide them with a weapon, so they could protect themselves,”

You feel like your heart is breaking. Bucky looks so broken, staring down at his own hand, still offering you the scalpel. You grab it, slowly, from him, but place it back on the table next to him.

“I don’t feel threatened, James,” you truthfully answer,

“You don’t?” Bucky seems surprised, “Why?”

“You aren’t who Hydra made you to be. I don’t believe you’re a killer. I believe you’re a kind, loving person, who was torn apart by an evil organisation,”

Bucky stares at you in disbelief. You stare right back, letting him know you were telling the truth.

He slowly nods, then reaches behind his head. Grasping at the strands of hair that were framing his face. After a few tries, he grunts out again, looking annoyed as he gives up trying to tie his hair back. That must’ve been what he was doing as you entered the room.

“Do you need a hand?” you ask before you realise the irony. Bucky still hadn’t been fitted with a new arm since Tony Stark had blown off his Hydra issued metal one.

“Um, yes,” Bucky admits, staring at you,

You nod, getting up from your seat, you move behind Bucky. He flinches and stiffens as your hands graze his shoulders. Pulling his hair into a small bun, you secure it with a hair tie from your wrist.

Walking back around to sit in front of Bucky again, he gives you a small smile of appreciation, “Thank you,” he whispers,

“Any time,” you smile back. 



“The only one with a motive here is you.” Kise scoffs. “What happened to leaving me alone?”

“It’s cute that you thought I would listen to you, princess.” Aomine snickers.

“It’s cute that you can’t stay away.” Kise counters.  The comment makes Aomine’s eyes light up.

I really liked this part of the fic so cue awkward fanart lol I LOVE YOUR WRITING MO

EVERYONE GO READ IT NOW it’s amazing