i am doing the requests but i saw this cap and things happened

I Will Take Care Of You

Summary: Like I say ti @amrita31199 this is one where Steve gets a massage and his dick sucked. 

Words: 2647

Paring: Steve x Reader

Warnings: smut (oral and penetrative sex) and loats of fuffly

You wake up alone in bed, again it’s the third time this has happened this week.

Steve came back from a mission a few days ago, he was tired and needed a rest but nobody was allowing him to do so. Between mission reports to fill in, training and meetings he didn’t have much time for himself.

You hated that he didn’t take this time to process things, that his idea of self-care was to run a marathon and destroy punching bags. You hated that he barely slept or ate in this last few days because he doesn’t consider it a priority. You just want him to be happy.

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Things We Don’t Mean

Originally posted by ageofimagines

Originally posted by alexnarcissist

Based on Anonymous Prompt: Reader is Tony’s sister but Avengers have no idea and one day while Tony took Pepper to Paris for a weekend, the reader was on the mission and got hurt. She’s in love with Steve but he was mat at her for taking a stupid risk and says something that Peggy wouldn’t do this and the reader realises that Steve would never love her (but he;s in love with her too) so she doesn’t want to see anyone and doesn’t want to scary her brother, but the next day FRIDAY calls Tony and he and Steve have argument

A/N: Ahhhhh sorry I’m so terrible at writing consistently.  I just finished with school for the year though, so that should free up sometime.  I’m actually at the airport right now, heading overseas, so I don’t know what type of wifi access I’ll have or what type of time I’ll be able to use to write, but I will definitely write more when I get back (famous last words).  Depending on how productive I can be in these next few hours of my layover, I might be able to queue up some fics for upcoming weeks…?  Anyway, hope y’all like this one.

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The bullet wound doesn’t hurt.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  When you shift or when you try to breathe or when you’re sitting still, the pain shoots through your chest like splinters of glass.

What hurts more is the pointed silence that hangs in the air between you and Steve.

The captain in question is perched gingerly on the chair next to your stretcher, staring straight ahead.  His eyes, normally a soft blue, are hard and flinty.  His jaw is locked, his body radiating tension.

Natasha walks into the med bay, her eyes softening when she sees you.  She walks over, gingerly peeling back the layers of bandages to replace them.

“You’re losing a lot of blood,” she says quietly.

“I’ll be fine,” you reply.  “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.  How much longer?”

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In the Arms of Justice Pt. 16 (Cop!Bucky Drabble Series)

Characters: reader x Detective Barnes, Natasha, Rumlow. 

Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later.

Warnings: Some anxiety, also blood, murder, weapon and death mentions (none of it graphic), violence against women, gritty police drama tv show kind of feel.

Word Count: 1054

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A/N: I’M BACK, BABY. A thousand apologies that it took so long for me to find my groove and stop being afraid of this fic. heh. I finally tackled it and miraculously, I’m in love with it again! Detective Barnes is back and I’m so excited for what’s ahead. :D Part 17 will be posted Friday, May 19! 

<<<Part 15  Part 16   Part 17>>>  

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Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel


Entering her office once again, Natasha stepped forward.

“Y/N, this is Mr. Kopecky. His aunt and uncle immigrated from the Czech Republic and he would like to keep them here legally.”

The man was facing away from you, reading the degrees and certificates adorning the esteemed lawyer’s office wall.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Kope…”

As he turned your way, you lost all power of speech, ice freezing in your veins. 


You remained frozen in place, eyes transfixed on the man who held a knife at your throat two nights ago and now haunted your dreams. Although, if you had passed him on the street you might not have recognized him. Instead of the bleach-blond hair and a clean shaven face, he now wore a knitted cap over a bald head with a few days’ stubble dotting his chin. Horn-rimmed glasses were perched on his nose and he wore khaki trousers with a long-sleeved black sweater and dress shoes. If it weren’t for the cold eyes fixed on yours and the scar on his left cheek, you could have sworn it wasn’t the same man.

Light bruising was visible under his eyes, you noticed as he took a few steps forward. His nose might not have been broken by your head striking it, but you definitely left your mark. Seeing him approach from across the room, you finally thawed enough to stumble to Natasha’s side.

“H-how did he get in here?” you whispered to her, your eyes never leaving his face.

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You’re My Mission.

(Hey so I was wondering if you could do a winter solider x (fem)reader where the reader is kidnapped and wiped, and taught to fight and be deadly, and at one point the solider is told that he can do whatever he pleases to the reader(she’s always had a crush on him) and he knows this, and at one point his sexual urges are interfering so they tell him to do whatever. Thanks! )

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Sexual activity.)

Requested: Anonymous.

(Y/n-Your name.)

A/N: SO I stayed up all night thinking about this story. I’m gonna add my own little twist on it. I actually really like this request so If it goes well i might do a part two so If yall want a part two just ask.)  

Originally posted by malinknowsit

“Take that side!.” You yelled at Cap, Cap obliged, as he ran around the car–ducking behind it.
“Y/n whats your status?”, “Y/N?”, 
You felt something hit you, causing to fall and pass out.

Your eyes fluttered open, bright lights blinded you. “She’s awake..” A unknown voice spoke, you tried moving, but your arms were tied down. Just than the chair you were laying back on started raising up. “Y/n..” The man next to you smiled, You just kept your eyes peeled on the ground, “Soldat!.” A another man yelled, Just than you saw him walk into the room. Bucky Barnes A.k.a the Winter Soldier. 
Him and the man who called him in, whispered a few things. Bucky turned his head towards you, he had a smug look on his face. Your heart started beating super fast, it felt like it was gonna explode. You looked down at your arm and noticed and I.V in it, it had blue liquid flowing through it. “Lets move her!.” A man who looked like a doctor snapped his fingers,two men untied you. “Big mistake.” You whispered, Grabbing one of their guns, and kicking at both their legs, making them lose their balance. “Where am I?” You pointed the gun at the doctor, “Now Y/N is this really what you want?”, “I think it is.” You smirked, You soon where picked up and thrown to the wall. “Fuck..” You hissed.

Hours had passed, you were having cold sweats, shaking uncontrollably. You were backed into a corner.. You bit at your nails, scared. Not knowing what was going on. “Y/n, come.” a man in a uniform opened the barred doors, you shook your head. “NOW!.” He hit his baton against the bars, causing you to jump up and walk out. 
Bucky was standing at the end of the aisle. 
You were pushed closer to him, Bucky pulled out a knife from his pocket. “What’s going on?” You looked at the guards, “You two are fighting.” They all laughed, Bucky started walking closer to you–as you started walking farther from him. 

You blacked out from what happened next, you finally came to your senses. You saw blood on the floor. Did you kill him? Bucky was laying on the ground, you couldn’t tell. You slowly crawled over to him–checking his pulse. His metal arm reached up and started choking you. “This isn’t over.” He growled, letting you go. You took in a breath… what was happening. 

You sat on the floor of your cell. No one was around. It was silent, you could literally hear a pen drop miles away. 

After fighting Bucky, you wanted to know what he meant by this isn’t over. You just sighed, laying back on the floor—Closing your eyes. 

Morning arose, and once again the same guard woke you up. You groaned, walking out. “Is this what prison is like?” you joked, “Kind of.” He pushed you a long. 
You arrived in a small cafeteria, Bucky was at a table in the far back. No one else was really in here. But two guards. After looking around, you sat down on the cold metal chair. “Not Hungry y/n?”, You just shook your head at the guard, he shrugged and walked off. 

After breakfast, they pulled you back into the operating room, where they sat you back down on the chair you had woken up on before. “Ready for phase two?” The doctor smiled at you, You balled up your fist, and spit in his face. “Eat me.” You growled. A guard walked over to you, but was soon pushed back by Bucky. “Out!.” He yelled at everyone–while they did as told. You looked over at him, his eyes gave no expression as usual. “Why me?” You asked, but he didn’t say anything, you threw your head back onto the chair–as Bucky stood over you. The lights darkened…  Your heart raced, and all you could hear was Buck’s breathing. You felt his hands move to your legs, you tried pushing him off, but once again you were tied down. “Bucky please.”, He ran his metal arm across your inner thigh– Only for him to pull down your bottoms with one swift motion, He was now leaning over you… “Your my mission.” He growled. You felt his member enter, You wanted to cry out, but you kept shut. His breathing picked up, as you tried concealing  yours.The restraints around your arms, soon loosed enough for you to pull them off. You grabbed onto Bucky, trying to push him off–he grabbed both your arms, holding them above your head. “Don’t hide it.” He whispered.. You’ve liked him for awhile. But this isn’t how you planned it. 

His thrusts became harder, your legs weaker. His moans got sloppier. And you knew he was close. He started leaving rough kisses on your neck, it felt amazing. But you shook it off. “AH!.” He finally released, he took in a breath and laid there over you for a few minuets.. “Next time you will comply.” He got off you– cleaning him self up and walking out. 

Truth And Dare

Originally posted by montedelacruz

Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader

Request: “32 - Montgomery de la Cruz”


32. I still have our photographs, but there’s no way I’m showing them to you.”

Word count: 1.482

Posted: 21st of May 2017

A/N: Guys, I definitely need more Montgomery gifs! I honestly don’t like repeating the gifs that I use in my imagines, but I need to when it comes to Monty. :(
Anyways, I hope that you like it and I am writing more imagines soon. I am still drowning in requests, but I hope to finish them soon. Wish me luck! I hope you enjoy guys. Thank you.

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests of my prompt imagines. Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

“Truth or dare, (Y/N)?” Montgomery naughtily asked you as he had a meaningful and devilish smirk on his face. You knew that you would regret either of your choices, so you answered without thinking.

“Truth.” You blurted out, a little bit nervous but convinced of your choice. Everyone had their drinks and the alcohol was about to kick in and control your minds. With your friends, you would never know what your truth or dare would be. They are all goofballs and they would come up with the most idiotic ideas ever.

You loved your circle of friends, they were your anchors and you could always count on them. They were also fun to be with, so when they decided to do a huge sleepover at Bryce’s, you accepted immediately.

“No fun!” Justin mocked you and the whole group laughed. You playfully slapped Justin on his arms and he just laughed louder. He was surely drunk, because the joy that he was feeling was overflowing. You would never see a sober Justin in that way.

“(Y/N), have you already forgotten your ex-boyfriend?” Montgomery seriously asked and the loud chaos of your friends suddenly died. You furrowed your eyebrows because why would Montgomery ask you something like that? The group was having fun and he would blurt a serious question out. Your long distance ex-boyfriend wasn’t even a topic to discuss about, since they didn’t know anything about him.

“Oh.” Alex reacted and you noticed that your friends knew that something strange was happening. Montgomery might have some secrets, but sometimes they couldn’t keep them for himself.

“Why would you ask?” You asked back as your vision kind of blurred your friends out. Your eyes were focused on Montgomery and you could perfectly see his poker and serious face.

“It’s your truth, not mine. No returning questions.” He then smirked as everything went back to normal. Your friends waited for your answer and your just rolled your eyes as the music in the background kept on going.

“Yes, I forgot him.” You honestly answered. It has been two months since you discovered that he was cheating on you and you trusted him so much that he managed to crush your vulnerable soul. It wasn’t a hard truth, but your curiosity started to dominate your brain. Why would Montgomery be this interested in your love life?

“Can I see some pictures of him? I never saw him.” Jessica blurted out and the crowd started to tease Montgomery. You couldn’t understand anything and you assumed that it was just because of the alcohol. “Do you still have them?”

“No way!” You harshly shook your head as you answered Jessica’s request. You never showed them your photos with him, neither you told them any information about him. Why they would be this interested when everything between you has already been broken? “I still have our photographs, but there’s no way I am showing them to you.” You’ve met him different times and you admitted that you really made the most of it by taking some photos together, also to remember your moments together.

“Why? I suppose that he was ugly!” Montgomery insulted your ex-boyfriend, showing his bitterness and your friends chuckled. You rolled your eyes, because Montgomery was starting to annoy you.

“Well, I can assure you that he wasn’t.” You smirked at him as a bright idea came into your mind. “Are you jealous, Monty, my love?” You smirked at him and you tried to pull out your most flirtatious voice. After all, Montgomery was a flirt too and he would just spend his time flirting and teasing people.

“I’m surely not, (Y/N).” It was his turn to roll the eyes this time and you just let out some soft giggles. Your friends laughed as they enjoyed the scene that you created.

“Save your love confessions for later, love birds.” Sheri teased you as she assumed that there was some sort of love interest between you and Montgomery.

You grabbed the bottle to continue the game and spun it. You carefully watched the bottle as it started to slow its spinning. You were curious at first, but then you were shocked as the cap of the bottle indicated Montgomery.

“Truth or Dare, de la Cruz?” You smirked at him as the people around you hollered. They were idiots and loud. You thanked the thick walls of Bryce’s house, at least, the neighbourhood would never hear your racket.

“Dare!” Montgomery fearlessly answered and you saw Justin’s smirk grew slowly. You wondered your eyes around and you saw your friends smirking playfully.

“Oh, oh! I know a dare.” Justin hyperactively shook your arm as he wanted to dare Montgomery.

“Dude, this is my dare!” You playfully slapped his arm and he just shook his head while he laughed.

“You wouldn’t regret this!” Justin assured you and you just sighed as you assumed that he would ask Montgomery to do something disgusting and heavy.

“Foley, let her be!” Montgomery said with his eyes wide opened. You could say that he might have hinted what Justin’s dare would be.

“Go on, Justin!” Zach cheered for his best friend as they pushed them to blurt the dare out. You rolled your eyes and you gave them a pouty face.

“Monty, I dare you,” Justin slurred as he continuously laughed. “to kiss the most beautiful girl here in our group.”

“Justin, seriously?” You glared at him as you thought that he wasted your only chance to dare Montgomery.

“Seriously!” Justin smiled and he encouraged Montgomery to follow what he has ordered him to do.

Montgomery sighed and you understood that he found the dare lame. After all, he was an adventurous and fearless man. He would do everything to live his life at its fullest and you got along together because of it. He was also caring and overprotective when it came to you, a thing that you absolutely found strange because he was tough and touchy when it came to someone else.

“Go on, Monty!” Zach cheered for him and the group has started to shout his name to encourage him.

There were only three girls in your group: Jessica, Sheri and you. You totally excluded yourself from his choices, since you didn’t consider yourself to be one of Montgomery’s dream girls.

“Fine!” He groaned as he stood up from his seat. He slowly walked in the middle of the circle as he carefully thought of his decision. “No offense, okay?”

“I know, Monty!” Jessica answered and she winked at him. Montgomery then chuckled as he shook his head in disbelief.

You absentmindedly followed Montgomery’s steps, but you suddenly shook your head as you saw him lowering himself in front of you.

“What?” Your eyes grew wide and Montgomery just shrugged everything off. He raised his shoulders and you heard your friends teasing the two of you.

“I think you are the most beautiful girl in this group.” Montgomery smiled as he relaxed his tensed body. He slowly leant in to give you a kiss, not minding what your friends were blabbering about. “And I love you, (Y/N).”

You felt some sparks through your veins as Montgomery’s lips touched yours. You didn’t expect that he would choose you and why would he even choose you? Did he also say that he loved you? Of course, he did and you really didn’t know what to think about it. When you heard his little confession, you felt your heart beating madly and you did your best to deal with it as your lips moved in synch, tilting your heads in different directions as you deepened the kiss.

“Why is that?” You whispered to Montgomery as soon as you broke the kiss between the two of you to breathe. You slowly opened your eyes and Montgomery’s blushing cheeks were revealed, coping up with his fast heart beat too.

“I didn’t choose truth, (Y/N). Wait for your next turn.” He said, while a wide grin was growing on his face. He was a tease and you knew that he would always be one. You shook your head and you giggled, rolling your eyes in annoyance. You were annoyed, but you knew that it wouldn’t last because you would always forgive him and you couldn’t keep your anger when it came to Montgomery.

Little did you know that he was the one who helped you to move on. He was the one who cured your broken heart, when your ex-boyfriend has cheated on you.

To make the long story short: Montgomery helped you to pick up the little fragments of your heart and he had the patience to repair them one by one.

It was funny, because it took you a truth and a dare to understand everything, a truth and a dare to open your eyes and to realize that you loved him back.


Summary: Sent on a mission with Bucky, you’re a stripper, and he’s your client. What will come of this?

Warnings: Language, mentions of nudity.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by gliceria

Undercover missions with Bucky usually go over without a hitch, but those missions don’t usually involve being a fake stripper, and Bucky being your newest ‘client’. It also doesn’t help that I want this man to fuck my brains out.

So, you could say I’m a little nervous.

“Alright, (Y/N) and Bucky, you get the gist of the mission right?” Bucky nods at his best friend, Steve.

“Yeah punk. Get in, find the sex slaves, free them, and capture the sex trade bosses.” Bucky leans back in his chair.

“And make sure (Y/N) doesn’t get captured or worse.” Steve almost has to remind him that I’m going with him.

“Yeah, I know. I won’t let anything happen to her.” I know I probably didn’t need to blush, I just can’t help it. He seems to notice it, and throws a wink at me.

I look down towards my hands in my lap, like they’re the most interesting things I’ve ever seen. I hear a soft smack, then a grunt and it peaks my curiosity enough to make me look up. Bucky is rubbing the back of his head, and Steve is giving him that ‘disappointed dad’ look. I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips. They both look back up to me, a soft smile on both their lips.

Steve comes over to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“Be careful out there, (Y/N).” What did we ever do to deserve Steven Grant Rogers?

“I will, Steve don’t worry about me. Besides, I got Buckaroo over here to keep me safe, right Buck?” He rolls his eyes, he hates the new nickname I’ve given him.

“Not if you keep calling me that.” I laugh again, standing out of my chair.

“I’m going to go finish packing, I’ll meet you at the quinjet in 1 hour Bucky.” He just nods.


In my bedroom, 30 minutes later, and still don’t have any idea what I should wear. Nat took me out lingerie shopping last week in preparation for this mission, and I still don’t know what the hell to wear. I don’t need all 30 suits, but I can’t pick just one, they’re all so cute. Pulled out of my train of thought to the sound of someone banging on my door, I walk up to it.

“Coming!” I yell, jogging up to the door. Opening it, I’m met with Bucky. Figures. He’s in black jeans, and a white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone. He looks fantastic. Don’t be fooled though, he’s still packin’ under those clothes.

“Hour’s almost up, doll. Havin’ troubles?” He walks past me, into my room. I don’t mind though, after all, he’s about to see more intimate parts of me than really anyone ever has. Might as well get used to it.

“I guess you could say that, I don’t know which ones to pick.” He chuckles, and looks over the selection of lingerie I have laid out on the bed. He picks up a hot pink little number, and lets out a low whistle.

“Damn, lingerie sure has changed since I can remember them.” I laugh.

“I’m sure you saw a lot of lingerie , Mr. Barnes.” He turns to look at me, raising an eyebrow.

“Was that sarcasm, doll?” He walks up to me, almost predatory. I gulp, shaking my head.

“N-No, I was just kidding.” He laughs, his head rolling back.

“Oh, (Y/N) You’re so easy to scare.” He pats the back of my head, before grabbing several different sets of lingerie and throws them in my over night bag.

“W-Wait, I still don’t know which ones I wa-”

“You’ll look great in any of them, doll. Don’t worry.” Blushing, I follow him outside to the jet. Cap sends us off, and it’s just us once again.

“Aren’t you nervous, Buck?” I find myself pacing back and forth. He turns to look at me from the wheel.

“No.” I don’t know if that simple response was supposed to make me feel better, but it doesn’t.

“What if something happens, Bucky? I could be raped, beaten or killed, or all three.” He sets the jet on autopilot and walks over to me, cradling my face in his hands.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. As long as I’m alive, I will protect you.” My face heats up, but a smile comes to my face nonetheless. THAT answer makes me feel better.

“Now go change, put the pink one on, I liked that one the best.” I nod, turning my back to him, but feeling his eyes on me. I just peek at him over my shoulder.

“Sorry, I won’t look.” He goes back to the wheel, leaving me to change in peace.

No turning back now, but with Bucky by my side, I know everything will be alright.


We’re a few hours into our mission, and I’ve already seen the poor slaves they keep hostage. Bucky is out in the audience, and we’ve discovered he’s quite popular with the ladies. I should have known he would be, have you seen him? He tries to keep focused on me, all while keeping the girls occupied, don’t want to seem too interested in me.

One of the hosts goes up to Bucky, and I find my breath hitching in my throat.

‘Have we been caught?’ Bucky whispers something to the host, and points at me. As I’m up on the stage, dancing in nothing but a tiny bra and a g-string, the host calls me down off the stage.

“Oy! Candy! Come down here baby, we have a guest who would like your services.” Cany is the name they gave me, and I can’t wait to be rid of it, I don’t like feeling like nothing but a piece of meat for hungry, desperately horny men. I’m an Avenger for God’s sake, I shouldn’t be stripping.

Swaying my hips off the stage, I walk towards Bucky, who has taken the temporary alias Christian McNealy.

“Candy, baby. This is Mr. McNealy. He has requested the full servise, you know the drill.” I nod, leaning on the wall and smiling at Bucky.

“I know what to do, boss. I’ll take real good care of him…” Walking over to Bucky, and straddling his waist. He smirks and puts his arms around my waist. Boss is still standing there, making sure his customer is happy, so we have to play this to full expectancy.

Bucky smiles, “You gonna take off this pretty little number, sweetheart?” He throws in a brooklyn accent with his acting, although I bet some of it really isn’t acting, as he IS technically from Brooklyn.

“Mmmm, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, baby.” Reaching behind my back and unsnapping the puny bra, I throw it over my head. My large breasts finally springing free. I am so humiliated, embarrassed and I feel like crying. I never wanted Bucky to see me like this, not like this. Especially with some pervert watching. I can’t let that show though, I would after all rather it be Buck than some other guy I don’t know. Buck pulls me towards him, my breasts pressing against his chest, I guess to shield me from this guy’s wandering eyes. He presses his mouth against mine, our first actual kiss together.

He runs his hands up my back, and kissing me deeper.

“Alright, kids. You two enjoy each other now. You have an hour and a half, Mr. McNealy.” Buck grunts in acknowledgement. After he leaves, and with the press of a button, any cameras that could be watching are disabled, he helps me off his waist, handing me my catsuit he kept tucked in his shirt somewhere. It can be hidden pretty well. Already clad in what I wear in under my catsuit, I throw it on, Bucky handing me a gun and a knife.

“You ready to finish this, doll?” I nod, and we proceed to put an end to this nasty man’s fantasy life.


Mission success, as we figured it would be.  The man was honestly so stupid he didn’t see it coming at all.

Steve clears us, and we make our way to our rooms…way too soon if you ask me. I feel like there’s an elephant in the room and I want to address it.

Bucky and I share a floor with Steve and Sam, so at least we’re going to the same place. Once we’re in the elevator, I turn to Bucky.

“Look, Buck I-” I’m cut off when Bucky slams the button that stops the elevator and he pushes me back against the wall, lifting me and kissing me hard on the mouth, my legs going around his waist.

“Fuck, (Y/N) I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…:” He speaks after he pulls away, licking his lips.

Staring into his eyes, I find myself smiling and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Oh God I’m so glad I’m not the only one who felt this..” He chuckles, holding me close to his warm body. He presses the button to start the elevator again. Setting me down, he looks into my eyes.

“You’re beautiful, (Y/N).” He leans down to kiss me again, but before our lips touch the elevator door’s open and Sam, Nat, Tony and Clint are standing there, smirking.

“It’s about damn time!” Sam crosses his arms, smiling at us.

“So it took her getting naked for you for you to realize you needed to speak up, huh?” Natasha picks on Bucky and he rolls his eyes.

“Заткнись, Романофф”

(Shut up, Romanoff)

He pushes past everyone.

“Excuse us, we have a lot of time to make up for.”

Leaving to his bedroom, we hear a choir of ‘ew’ and ‘gross’

Okay, so maybe this mission wasn’t so bad after all.

TAGS:  @marvel-fanfiction, @cassandras-musings

From the Dining Table, Pt. 1 (Ethan)

Summary: Before moving out of the home you once shared with your fame hungry ex-boyfriend, you sit down to write him a letter, explaining to him why you left and where to find you if he ever comes to look for you.

Word Count: 2,352

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: This idea hit me in the middle of the night while listening to Harry Styles’ new album, specifically the last song entitled “From the Dining Table.” I highly recommend you listen to the song while reading this imagine for the full effect. I also apologize in advance if I make anyone feel things; writing this had me feeling all the things. I might turn this into a mini-series if it gets enough love, so please enjoy! Requests are open!

“I honestly never thought this day would come, Mom.” You grab the last of the pictures of you and your ex-boyfriend sitting on the dresser and throw them into a cardboard box in the entrance of the bedroom. “I’m moving out of the house I shared with the person I thought I was going to marry, and he doesn’t even know I’m leaving. Do you hear how twisted that sounds?”

Your mom places the rest of your t-shirts into the open suitcase on the floor. “Honey, you can’t predict the future. You didn’t know he was going to turn out to be this way.”

“We’ve been friends since we were in diapers, Mom. Nothing about him or the way he was raised would have indicated that this would have happened. He used to just be a goofy kid with a camera… What happened?”

She stands up to zip the suitcase. “I don’t know, but you’ve been turning that over in your head for God knows how long now. Haven’t you tortured yourself enough?”

“Hasn’t he tortured me enough?”

The both of you sigh and your stomach begins to twist. You pick up the cardboard box and a couple of tote bags laying around, following your mom as she drags the suitcase out into the dining room, the wheels echoing through the nearly empty house as they click on the wooden floor.

“Y/N, fame changes people. I just hope for his own good that one day he realizes what he truly lost… Okay, do we have everything?”

You shift from one foot to the other, trying to subdue the pain in your abdomen that’s only growing. “Yeah, I think so. My clothes are all packed, the electricity will be shut off by the city tonight, my pictures are all put away, and we loaded all the furniture into the truck yesterday.”

“All, except the table,” she notes.

“Yeah, that’s not mine. I’m leaving it for…” you trail off as you glance at the surface, remembering the notebook and pens you packed in one of your totes.

“Hey Mom, why don’t you take the rest of this stuff? I’ll be outside in a second, I just have something I want to do, first.”

“Okay, but don’t take too long. I want to ride the daylight out as much as possible. You know I have a hard time driving at night.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

Your mom takes the box from you before pushing it and the suitcase out the door. She shuts it behind her while you pull your stationary out from one of the bags, setting it on the table. You take off the cap of your pen, breathing deeply before pressing it to the paper:

 I don’t want to be angry with you anymore, Ethan, but I am. I’m so god damn angry.

I want to live my life and not think about you or hear your laugh everywhere I go. I want to look in the mirror and see my face again instead of yours. I regret cutting all my hair off just so I could look like you. I wish I had the power to delete our song off of my phone. I wish I wasn’t slumped over the dining room table, crying while I was writing this.

You’re so selfish that it makes me sick. The very first night I met you, I didn’t know I’d grow up to consider you my best friend. I never expected to become this attached to you. But, fast forward to the day you left me: when you walked out the door, you took the oxygen from my lungs.

You’re just a set of bones and a beating heart. How did you mess me up so bad?

I was such a fool to think you’d adhere to your resolution to live as normal of a life as possible. You used to know that life has so much more to offer than posting moody pictures on Instagram and hoping it gets over 500,000 likes or ignoring the people who built you up because it makes you feel powerful. What you’ve become absolutely disgusts me, and the worst part of it all is that you don’t even know what the time apart has done to me. I never got to celebrate your birthday with you, something that was a dream of ours to do together. I couldn’t give you Christmas presents this year. I couldn’t sit with you and your family while they grilled hot dogs in your back yard on the Fourth of July. I couldn’t do any of this because you only think of yourself anymore. It’s like you’ve completely forgotten about me.

Right before your departure, you told me you’d come back for me. You said you would text and call whenever you could until we would see each other again in person. I got your first text soon after, and for a while it felt like we were never apart; it felt like the oxygen in my lungs was restored. You’d call me after every show and every promotional event, so excited and in awe that you couldn’t wait to tell me about everything that happened. As time went on though, with the more people you met and the higher you climbed up the ladder, the texts became fewer and farther in between. My phone rang less often until it stopped ringing all together. You didn’t text me anymore. I had to learn about everything you were doing through friends and social media. I can’t count the number of voicemails I left you, afraid that I smothered you and apologizing for being the reason you pushed me away. I know now that it had absolutely nothing to do with me, but I can’t help but hope that one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry, too. It never happens, though. You never do.

You friends tell me that this is normal, that getting through the separation anxiety is the worst part. But, let me ask you this: Was it normal for me to curl up in the fetal position in the middle of the hallway after you walked out of the door? Was it normal for me not to sleep a wink after you were gone? I would scream into the dark of night, begging for you to come back. I would pray for you, and you know how I feel about religion. Praying was something you did before every meal and every night before bedtime. I would watch you clasp your hands together and close your eyes while your lips gracefully moved to form silent requests of peace, grace, and mercy. Do you remember when you asked me about religion? I pressed my lips into a hard line, squeezing my hands together so tightly that I lost feeling within seconds. I did it though, I got down on my knees by my bedside hoping that you would be able to hear me through whatever kind of higher power you believed in. It turns out I was wrong.

Let me tell you that if God does exist, He’s a vulture. He’s completely unfair. The kind of lives He had in store for both of us was cruel and downright disgusting; He chose me for endless suffering and He chose you to poison the lives of everyone you meet. So much for being a good guy, huh?

The worst part of all of this is the fact that despite my anger and resentment towards your addiction to fame and how you chose it over me, you’ve taught me more than I could have ever imagined. It makes me sad, but one of those lessons is the fact that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t be fixed. This is something that no one ever tells you when you’re young; it never fails to surprise me when I look around and see people close to me breaking one by one. I should probably get it in my head. I saw it happen to you and then I felt it happen to me. I did almost everything to try and heal the resulting pain, including hurting myself in ungodly disturbing ways. I didn’t, however sleep with strangers and then leave them in the cold like the tabloids said you did.

But, see, even if I did such an ugly, terrible thing, those people would never fill this hole. I’m always going to want you. I’m always going to choose you.

I hate myself for that. I hate that I can be so angry and so vicious toward what you’ve become, but at the end of the night I lay in bed knowing I’m always going to be waiting for you. I can lie to myself all I want about it and yet I still find myself walking around every day thinking about how different circumstances would be if you were by my side at any particular moment. I tell myself to avoid everything that reminds me of you; instead I expose myself to those things even more because I don’t know how to live without the hole in my chest anymore. I can easily say I’ve failed at attempting to get over you and I don’t want to make any more attempts. The only way I can carry you with me now is by carrying the pain of you not being with me. The pain has been there for two years, five months, three weeks, and two days. This is the only way I know how to live now.

But, above all else, the one thing I desperately need you to know is that even before my anger, pity, and resentment, if you ever end up calling me again, even if it’s at 4 AM and you’re too sad to say a word, I won’t yell at you about how much of my life you’ve consumed. Rather, I will intently listen to your silence until you’re able to fall asleep again. If you need to cry, I won’t wipe away your tears because we’re only human and sometimes tears are the closest we can get to laughter and that’s okay. If you need to yell so ferociously that your voice gives out and your knees fail you, I’ll be there to hold you up and I’ll yell with you to make you feel less alone. If you get so angry that you punch your hands raw, I will ice your knuckles and gently remind you that wounds do eventually heal, both inside and out, just like the way harsh winters give way to warm springs. I will be your warm spring again, and I will do all of this because I love you unconditionally, even when you spite me and drive me insane. Sometimes I think I’d be better off dead than putting up with everything that comes with you, and I hate the fact that I don’t hate you. I just love you. My love is over, underneath, inside, and in between all the struggles that we have faced.

Now, I’m begging you, Ethan. If you ever decide to come look for me, I’ve left California; I can’t live in a place that feels so artificial anymore. I’m going back to the beginning, the place where you and I planted our roots, where we ran around in the sprinklers in the summer and made snow angels in the winter, where we tossed our high school graduation caps in the air and took weekend trips driving into the city. I’m going back to the place where I can find myself again. If you ever decide to come look for me, I’ll be waiting for you there.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you fold the piece of paper down in thirds before placing it in an envelope and sloppily addressing it with an “E”. A horn honks outside, cueing you to grab the last of your bags and place the letter in the middle of the table. As you approach the front door, you turn around to take in the empty house one last time. All of the memories you and Ethan shared together here begin to dance in front of your eyes and you sigh to yourself, grateful that they’re going to stay with you for the rest of your life, but heartbroken you have to leave this behind. Finally, you step out onto the front porch and lock the door behind you.

“Alright, I’m good. I’ve got everything,” you grunt as you climb into the passenger seat of the moving van, tossing the bags behind you.

Your mom reaches over from the driver’s side to place her hand on your cheek. “You are such a brave girl. I am so proud of you for starting to let go.”

You close your eyes and place a hand on her wrist. “Thanks, Mom. Can we please go now, though, before I get too sentimental? I don’t want to cry anymore. My lungs already hurt too much.”

The both of you let go of each other to click your seat belts in place, and as your mom pulls the truck out of the neighborhood and onto the highway, you roll the windows down and turn on the radio. After several minutes of humming along to the music and getting lost in your own thoughts, your mom’s voice startles you.

“Do you think he’ll ever come back?”

You shift in your seat, unsure how to answer. “It’s been over two years, Mom.”

“What if he decides to come back to the house and you’re not there?”

“He has a key. He can get in.”

“But you won’t be there.”

You pause for a moment. “No, I won’t be. But I have a feeling that if he ever comes across what I left for him, he’ll know exactly where to find me.”

“And where’s that?”

You glance out the window, the vast, California landscape speeding by you as you head for the state line. The two of you have a long drive ahead of you back to the East Coast, almost 2,800 miles.

“Home. I told him to come home.”

You Saved Me - Part 2

Original request from @fandom-rpblog:  Hey can I make a request? Can you write one in where after the events of winter soldier, (ignoring civil war as I haven’t seen it yet), Bucky has been re-introduced to the world and is recovering slowly and he and reader are sort of a thing as she was the one who found him after the events of winter soldier and she find out she is pregnant and fluff, and stuff. Please.

Note: So by the time I got halfway through this part I decided to go a whole other route in the story so I think it is fair to say that this is now going to be full of a lot of angst but fluff too! <3 I will still be including everything from the request so I hope the wonderful follower who asked for it enoys this part as well.

Bucky x Reader

Words: 2,347

Warnings: Violence, language, and angst.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4(End)


“Why did you put yourself in danger to help me back there?”

You had only just walked back into your apartment when he voiced the question so your breathlessness from the previous events was still very much apparent as you collapsed face down onto your sofa.

“I don’t even know your name and yet you almost got shot by those cops.”

An exhausted groan escaped you, muffled by the soft cushions your face was currently buried in, how was this guy not even breaking a damn sweat? Rather reluctantly you shifted your head so that you could now see him but your body didn’t move another inch.

“My name is [y/n] and I could ask you the same thing you know. You don’t know me and yet you put yourself between me and those bullets when you could have just left me there.”

“The difference is that you are an innocent civilian. I am not. I am a monster, have been for decades.”

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Jughead Jones x Reader: The Happy Homeless Couple


Hi love ur writing can you do a jughead imagine were him and the reader are dating she the reader is homeless like jughead and she lives with him and he asks the reader to marry him. 👑👑👑


A/N: Okay this one was cute to write so I hope you guys enjoy it and I lived up to the requestor’s vision. I honestly changed the title like 10 times until I came up with this one. Sorry for being a bit slow on the requests I just want to make sure I am proud of them and hopefully you guys are too. My request are open so go ahead and submit imagines you guys want me to add to my list (Riverdale Characters, my most famous ones are Reggie & Jughead; Currently working one of Archie).

Words: 1641

Summary: Things weren’t good at home for Reader she has no choice but to leave. Jughead being your boyfriend lets you move in with him (He’s homeless too)

Spoilers: You get engaged to Jughead.

Warnings: A bit of a sad beginning = An asshole dude trying to make a move on you.

Your family had taken a rough turn after your father died in a car accident coming home from a business trip. Your mother couldn’t handle the burden of a funeral and you had to plan and organize it, the good outcome is that you weren’t alone and your boyfriend Jughead and your friends helped you through it all.

Your mother started with wine and the wine escalated to binge drinking beers. That escalated to toxic guys from the bar.

Now you had to lock the door in your room and that “safety” was soon ripped away by one of your mothers Neanderthals.

You were fast asleep when you felt a new weight on your bed.

GET OFF ME!” you yelled at the tall drunk man trying to take advance on you while your mom was black out drunk in her room. You pushed him to the floor and grabbed the closest thing to you which was a vase and smashed in his head as he escaped your fury.

You ran to close and lock the door once you saw that he picked it which made you feel so violated.

You packed your school supplies and left your home in the middle of the night.

You would try to tell your mom, but at the moment that was worthless.

You made your way to Jughead at the Twilight Drive-In.

“Babe” Jughead said in a sleepy voice after you blew up his phone and knocked on the door.

His face quickly grew worried as he saw you with your bag and your puffy eyes because of the crying that took place after the incident.

You told Jughead the whole story in between sobs. You didn’t even realize when you both fell asleep as the alarm rang to get ready for school.

“You don’t have to go” Jughead spoke putting on a t-shirt “To school, just take the day off if you need to”

“I can’t, it’s our senior year Juggie” you reassured your boyfriend “I am going to see her to tell her about that asshole.”

“I’m not letting you go alone, what if that asshole is there?” Jughead spoke protectively.

“You can come, we’re just going to be late for class” you added getting out of the drive-in hoping your mom would believe you and try to fix her ways.

You went to your mom that morning, she was getting over a hangover and told her what happened hoping this would open her eyes. She would get better and you both would report the guy.

She didn’t, she blamed you because that asshole “loved her, and you were just asking for it.”

You couldn’t believe how low she’d fallen, in tears Jughead in shock of your mothers venomous words comforted you.

Jughead helped you pack the rest of your things and leave the place once called home and it was once safe with a person who you once you as your mother.

You walked out the door of the hollow, heartless place hoping maybe she would stop you, she didn’t.

You didn’t want to be a burden to Jughead but he refused to let you go unless you stayed with Betty or Veronica. Your friends didn’t even know about Jughead’s situation and you knew going with them would involve too many questions and that was something you couldn’t do. You couldn’t repeat what you told Jughead about that night, you would never hear the end with the whispers of this town.


Graduation day came as you and Jughead got accepted to the same colleges and leaving Riverdale just like all of your friends.

You poked fun at Jug about the fact that he couldn’t wear the crown beanie which was part of his signature look, but he decided to wear it under his graduation cap which made him looked ridiculous.

You finally met the infamous Jellybean as Jughead’s mom greeted you both before the ceremony began.

You hoped maybe your mom would show up since the school sent her an invitation about the ceremony, that maybe just maybe like in the movies she would support you and you two would make up and all would be well in the world, but she didn’t show up. You scanned the crowd while you received your fake diploma that only had a notice as to when you’re actual diploma would arrive and there was no sign of her. It was as if she never existed, no texts, no calls, nothing. It finally hit you that the only family you had was your friends and your boyfriend. Maybe that would be enough because at least they cared.

You and your friends were beyond excited about the new chapter in your life that was about to commence right after they handed you your diplomas.

After the ceremony you still saw a bit of nerves flowing in your boyfriends Jughead and decided to confront him about them as you all made your way to Veronica’s house for a graduation party for you all.

You were all going to different universities so you decided to have a graduation party together as all the parents agreed. It was a great idea at the beginning, but it turned a bit cathartic once the planning commenced so you all let Betty and Veronica take care of it.

“Hey is everything fine? You’ve been quite jittery” you asked Jughead linked in hands as he places a kiss on your forehead.

“What? No yeah, I’m good” he answered distractedly as he opened the knocked on Veronica’s pent house door.

Soon inside you met with plenty of familiar faces you would soon start to miss as you would move away and start your new lives.

You walked to the dessert table to grab a small chocolate to ease your appetite before the dinner when you over heard what sounded like Jughead and Archie.

“So todays the day Jug, how do you feel?” Archie claimed

“Good, Nervous, would be better if you stopped bringing it up every second Arch” your boyfriend whispered back.

“Hey (Y/N)” Betty spoke extra cheery which made you wonder if she knew what was going on, but as you were about to ask the blond they had announced dinner and you all made your way to the table and enjoyed the food accompanied with plenty of stories and laughs.

“Attention everyone” Veronica proclaimed as Kevin rang his fork against a glass cup.

“I have a couple of friends who would like to make an announcement” the raven haired girl beamed with happiness as Archie stood up.

At first you thought you guys were going around the table to say some heartfelt things about each other and your time here at Riverdale until the ginger began to speak.

“As you all may know, Jughead and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember” Archie began.

“Well with that memory of yours” Reggie mocked as you chuckled.

“Shut it Reggie” Josie smacked him in the shoulder.

“As I was saying, I am very happy to let Jughead continue but before he does, I just wanted to point out how head over heels (Y/N) has him and I have never seen him as happy as he is with you” Archie motions to you and you blushed still a bit oblivious as to what was going on and Jughead rose from his seat.

“Um, As you all may know (Y/N) and I have been together since I finally had the guts to ask her out in our sophomore year after knowing her all my life. We both have been through plenty of ups and downs in our lives, and believe it or not she is the only person that has ever worn my beanie” the whole room chuckled and you sat there smiling like a dork still not catching a drift as to where Jughead was going with this heartfelt speech.

“She has been my rock through plenty of my problems even before we started dating, and I hope she can say the same about me” he continued and you nodded “but what you all don’t know is that family wise there is not much besides my mom and jellybean and they had to move away, and my girl here lost her father in a terrible way and her mom as well along the way” Jughead revealed as you grabbed his hand and Jughead turned to face you.

“(Y/N) you and I, that’s pretty much all we have. We are going to start a new life away from all of these people, we’ve both have been broken, but we glue each other back as much as we can. We have been living together for the last year or so” and you heard a bit of whispers around the table but you kept your eyes on your boyfriend “I don’t see my life without you babe, I remember you left for an internship the summer after our freshmen year. I couldn’t stop thinking how much I missed you and that’s what drove me to ask you out. It was the best decision I took until now” Jughead kneeled down on one leg as the table erupted with gasps and you covered your mouth with your right hand as he kept hold of your left hand.

“(Y/N), I know we are moving together, but I love you and yes were young and I don’t care. I want to know if you would like to spend the rest of your life with me, be my family and I’ll be yours” he came to a conclusion and you nodded yes with some tears escaping your eyes as he placed the ring on your finger and the room filled with clapping and cheers and you pulled your now fiancé into a hug and a passionate kiss.

Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz 

The Surprise

Note: Tommy gives you, his fiancé, an early wedding surprise.

Requested by: Anon.

Originally posted by ohfuckyeahcillianmurphy

“Where the bloody hell are you taking us, Tommy?” You muttered as you crossed your arms.

“It’s a surprise, Y/N– and I won’t tell you that again,” he added for good measure.

“Is this a kidnapping? Have you kidnapped me Tom?”

He chuckled at that, keeping his eyes focused on the road, “I don’t think it counts as kidnapping if you’ve come willingly, love.”

“Well I didn’t know you were going to blindfold me, did I?” You huffed, adjusting the cloth covering your eyes slightly to make it more comfortable.

“It’s alright, we’re nearly there.”

“Nearly where?”

Tommy shook his head in amusement, “Remind me never to surprise you when we’re married, Y/N.”

“I like surprises,” you countered, “I just don’t like the… you know, the not knowing part.”

“Well,” Tommy started as you felt the road shift to gravel, “It’s a good thing we’re here then.”

The car came to a stop and you immediately took your blindfold off, relieved it was no longer impairing your vision.

Tommy noticed and frowned, “Y/N, you were supposed to wait–”

“Oh. My. God,” your eyes widened at the stately home before you. You quickly furrowed your eyebrows, “Have you brought me on some sort of burglary mission, Thomas Shelby?”

There was something endearing about when you called Tommy by his full name, so he smiled slightly, shaking his head, “It’s not a burglary if you own the place.”

You shifted back in your seat, completely lost for words. Was he serious? “I–I… Why… I mean, don’t you– what?”

“Thought you’d say that,” Tommy said before getting out of the car. You watched as he trailed over to your door, where you sat still half in shock.

When Tommy opened your door, you climbed out quickly and held on to your fiancé.

“Tommy… what do you mean… y-you own the place?”

He studied your face carefully before swiftly slinging his arm through yours, “Well I don’t own it–”

“Then what are we doing here?” You knew Tommy wouldn’t have just bought a home so far from Small Heath.

“If you’d’ve let me finish,” Tommy said pointedly, but you could tell he wasn’t angry, “I was going to say, it’s not my house, it’s yours.”

“What.” It didn’t even sound like a question.

“This home, it’s been bought by a Mrs. Y/N Shelby– well, Y/N L/N for now.”

Normally, you would’ve commented on how you loved the sound of your married name, but you were slightly preoccupied, “You bought me… a palace?”

Tommy smiled at your choice of words, “Consider it an early wedding present.”

“But all I gave you was a new cap!” That seemed to be first thought that sprang to mind.

“You’ve given me so much more than that, sweetheart,” he said, stroking your cheek as he looked at you affectionately.

“Yes but a house Tommy? An actual house? It’s massive,” you gasped, “Oh, this must’ve cost you a fortune.”

“I could’ve bought you a hundred of these houses, Y/N… but I’m not planning on getting locked up before our wedding day,” he remarked casually.

“Still, Tommy. This… this is too kind,” you sighed happily, “I- I don’t even know how to thank you!” You reached up to press your lips to his.

When he pulled away Tommy was grinning “No need to thank me, love. You’ve not even seen the inside of it yet,” he reminded you as he reached for a key in his trouser pocket.

“Oh, this is beautiful,” you said as soon as you entered. It truly was exquisite.

“I’ve already had some of your things moved over… portraits and the like,” he said, gesturing to the walls.

“Are you really planning on leaving Small Heath after the wedding?” You called out to him, already wandering off in awe.

“‘Course I am. It’s no place for a husband to bring his wife home to, Y/N, nor could I stand to raise a family there– our family.”

Tommy found you in one of the home’s many living rooms, admiring the grand piano. He snaked his arms around your waist from behind you and rested his head on your shoulder.

Our family?” You hummed, “Now that’s a thought I could get used to.”

You stayed like that for a moment longer before Tommy quickly pecked your cheek, “Come, you haven’t seen the best room yet.”

As if your mouth couldn’t get any lower to the floor, your jaw dropped again as you stepped inside the room Tommy had led you to.

Books adorned every inch of the walls, there was even a ladder to access the ones that were too high for you reach– that’s how many there were. In the middle of the room was a large reading chair and matching ottoman, the centre of the leather was embroidered with your initials, well, you’re soon-to-be initials anyway.

“Y/N Shelby…,” Tommy said as he saw you looking towards it, “What do you think?”

“It’s– gorgeous… I’ve always wanted my own library,” you almost laughed at how amazed you sounded.

“I know you have,” He smiled, “Had this made especially,” he said as he pointed to the shelves.

“I can’t believe you did this all for me,“ your eyes were beginning to well up at the thought of Tommy spending so much time to have this room made for you.

He stepped towards you, quickly wiping away a tear that had fallen down your cheek, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Oh Tommy,” you sniffled at his words, “But all this? The library, this home? It’s too much to give to me!”

“Nonsense,” Tommy consoled you, gently placing his hands on your cheeks, “It brings me great comfort knowing it’s in your name. I wouldn’t want you to have to rely on a soul if anything were to happen to me.”

“Oh now, don’t say things like that, Thomas. You’re not going anywhere.”

“Hmm, believe me, love, I’m planning on spoiling you for a very long time,” he said softly before pressing his lips to yours.

Now or Never

Prompt: Steve has always liked you as more than a friend but was always afraid. When the chance for him to save you from unwanted attention and claim you as his, he doesn’t take it. Tony swoops in to save the day making Steve pout.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (with a meddling Tony)

A/N: I’ve had this for a bit now and I’m happy that I could post this now. This one is a bit longer than what I usually do but I still the story of it. Lately, I’ve been writing a lot of Hamilton fanfic, but I swear, I write more than that :P Remember that my requests are always open! As of now, I’m blank on ideas so I would love requests! Enjoy!

Originally posted by naih-reedus



The bar was roaring with noise and was crowded with people. Tony and Steve both have caps on and keeping their heads low as they escorted you out for the night. 

You let out a loud sigh as you finally squeeze your way through and found a table open for the three of you. “I didn’t realize so many people would be out tonight!” You had to scream over the music for the boys to hear you.

Tony tilted his cap back to look at you and threw you a smirk. “Well, what is there not to celebrate after the Avengers just saved the world? Again!” You all shared a chuckled and started to watch the people around the bar. 

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Chicken Noodle Soup

Requested By: Both Anonymous

Hey :) How about a Peter X Tony sickfic ?☺️ That would be wonderful xxx

Helluu, a fanfiction where tony stark is sick and Peter cares about him. That’ll be great💚💙💜

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader x Tony Stark (Dad goals af)

Description: Where Tony gets sick and Peter takes care of him with an endless amount of Chicken Noodle Soup.

Warnings: It’s really cute, slight swearing, and Tony is dad goals to Peter but we already knew that !!!

Word Count: 2,196

A/N: I hope you don’t mind, I added the reader into this also because I though it made the story flow a lot better and it was easier to write it that way :)) So therefore, I kinda changed the request up a bit, but it’s still so funny. Enjoy!

Originally posted by hardyness

Incoming Call From: Y/N

“Shit, nononono end call, end call.” Peter whisper yelled, but he was too late, up on the screen came Y/N, and beside her was Tony.

“Mr. Parker!” Tony spoke casually, taking his glasses off nonchalantly, as you sat next to him.

“Sorry Peter, he took my phone since you wouldn’t answer his call.” You shrugged, picking at your nail polish as Tony rolled his eyes.

“Yes, next time, answer my call. Anyways I needed to talk to you.” Tony coughed, making you scoot away from him as Peter was cautiously looking around him.

The boat soon blew its horn, making Tony’s eyes widen and his eyebrows raise in curiosity.

“What was that? Where are you?” Tony questioned skeptically, making Peter nervously swallow as he glanced around and saw the bad guys meeting.

“I-I’m at band practice.” Peter nervously responded, but Tony wasn’t having it.

“That’s strange, Happy told me you quit band practice two weeks ago..” He trailed off, looking into the screen as Peter’s eyes widened.

“Yeah well, I gotta go, end call!” Peter shouted, before flying off the side and interrupting the bad guys meeting.

“Hey guys, am I late?” He asked casually, as the bad guys whipped their guns out to shoot him.

You on the other hand were stuck in the car with an angry Tony Stark, making you groan.

“He’s doing some stupid shit isn’t he?” You asked, making Tony nod his head and instantly call someone on his phone.

“Like usual, I’ll probably have to fix his mess.” Tony groaned, rubbing his forehead.

“Not to be rude or anything Mr. Stark, but you aren’t looking so good, are you okay?” You questioned, noticing how pale he had gotten and how he was starting to sweat a little bit.

“I think I’m coming down with something, Cap probably gave me it knowing him.” Tony rolled his eyes, as you did your best to hide your laugh.

You both soon arrived back at the Avengers compound, Tony flying off to save Peter’s ass like usual.

You on the other hand were watching the news, seeing a boat had been cut in half and was sinking in the middle of the ocean, and sure enough there was Peter, trying to save the day, before Tony flew in, fixing the ship.

He was so dead.

You eventually went to bed, you heard them both arrive late in the morning, around three am, Peter was being scolded by Tony, probably for the millionth time.

You decided to find out more in the morning.

Bright light soon shone through your window, making you cover your eyes before you forcefully made yourself get out of bed, going to get your morning cup of tea.

You spotted Peter sitting at the table, a distraught look on his face as he pushed his food around on his plate.

“Morning Spidey.” You smiled, making his head snap up at your voice, his eyes narrowing at you.

“It’s Peter, you know that.” He muttered, making you roll your eyes slightly, someone was in a mood.

“You know, if you want to be in a bitchy mood, you can go somewhere else.” You suggested, putting the tea bag in the hot water.

Peter groaned, covering his face before letting out a deep sigh.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that.” He glanced over at you, as you gave a slight nod in response.

“I know, I saw what happened, but just because it did, doesn’t mean you should take your frustration and anger out on others alright?” You sat down at the table, pressing your spoon against the tea bag.

“You’re right, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did, I’m just annoyed that Mr. Stark doesn’t trust me enough. He took my suit.” Peter sighed sadly, as you listened carefully.

“Well, you’re still great without it Peter, we all know that, I’m positive Tony knows that too.” You hummed, taking a sip of your tea, which was delicious by the way.

“I know something you can do, to make up for what you did, it’s not going to fix things instantly, but it should help bump you up.” You offered, making his face light up a bit.

“Tony is sick, and I have to leave, therefore, that leaves you, I bet if you help take care of him, you’ll work some magic.” You smiled, motioning towards the cans of soup.

Peter nodded, getting up and looking at all the different types of soup.

“Since that’s settled, I gotta go, see ya later.” You waved, before exiting to your room, and getting ready.

Peter on the other hand was still looking over all the soups, there were so many choices, and he had no clue which soup Tony liked.

He eventually decided on Chicken Noodle Soup, one of his favorites that his Aunt May would make him when he was sick.

He put it in a bowl, heating it up, before putting it on a tray with a glass of orange juice, before walking to Tony’s room.

He hesitantly knocked on the door, hearing a ’come in!’ before he entered, seeing Tony laying in bed, tissues scattering the area.

“Parker, what are you doing here?” Tony wheezed out, before coughing and groaning.

“I brought you some soup, y-you know to help you f-feel better.” He responded nervously, wanting this to be a start to a recovery.

“Oh, thank you.” Tony replied, sitting up as Peter placed the tray in his lap.

“It’s Chicken Noodle.” Peter smiled, proud of himself as Tony gave an approval nod as he ate the soup.

“Thank you Parker, this was really generous of you.” Tony smiled slightly, before laying back down.

“Everyone kinda left, so I’ll be here if you need anything.” Peter offered, as Tony nodded, before exiting the room.

As Peter walked down the hallway, he gave fist bump to the air, it was already working.

A few hours passed and Peter had given Tony some medicine, some more orange juice, and lots of Chicken Noodle Soup.

Peter was now in the kitchen once again, making another can of Chicken Noodle Soup, a grin on his face.

In a way, Tony was a father figure to him, he was someone that actually saw something in him, and it meant a lot.

Therefore, all the soup making and orange juice giving, it was like he was taking care of his own dad, something he never thought he’d ever do in his life.

“Knock knock!” Peter spoke through the door, as Tony allowed him in.

“Parker, let me guess, Chicken Noodle Soup?” Tony rolled his eyes playfully, a small grin on his face as Peter laughed, handing him the tray once again.

“How’d you know? It’s the special soup of the day!” Peter joked, making Tony laugh slightly.

Although Peter had made a lot of destruction in the past twenty-four hours, Tony was glad Peter was there to help take care of him, sure there was a lot of soup, like A LOT, but Peter was willing to look past everything, and so was Tony.

“You know, kid, I really appreciate you doing this, you didn’t have to.” Tony spoke up before Peter left, making him stop dead in his tracks.

“I know, but, I mean, you mean, you know?” Peter stammered, unable to find the right words, making Tony nod in understanding.

“I know.” Tony smiled, making Peter smile back before leaving his room, the smile never leaving his face.

Tony on the other hand, was having his sixth can of Chicken Noodle Soup, secretly praying he’d be feeling better tomorrow before he became a Chicken Noodle himself.

Eventually everyone returned back to the compound, checking in on Tony, before heading to bed.

Peter did the same, but not before giving Tony some orange juice, then heading to bed.

The night went by fairly quick, surprising Peter as he woke up to the smell of bacon cooking.

He stumbled out of bed, seeing Tony cooking breakfast, something that he wasn’t used to.

“Mr. Stark, you’re feeling better.” Peter spoke, as Tony gave a small smile, nodding at him.

“Indeed I am, please, sit.” He motioned to the table, where Peter sat down, unsure of what was happening.

“You know, being sick, I’ve been thinking a lot, and I’ve decided to give you your suit back, I know you were just doing what you thought was right, and when I was your age, I would of done the same thing.” Tony explained as Peter listened intently, playing with his fingers anxiously.

“Thank you Mr. Stark, I won’t let you down again, I promise.” Peter swore, making Tony chuckle as he put some food down on a plate and gave it to Peter, who was a bit shocked.

“I know you won’t, eat up kid, big day ahead of us.” Tony winked, making Peter’s smile widen, before he dove into the breakfast, which was amazing.

Tony soon left the kitchen, going to get ready himself, as Peter sat there eating his food, his heart racing with excitement.

He got his suit back, Tony wasn’t disappointed in him, he was proud of him.

“Hey Spidey, or should I say Peter?” You asked, walking into the kitchen, starling Peter, before a smile broke out on his face.

“Hey Y/N, your plan worked by the way, so thank you.” Peter smiled, making you grin, nodding in approval.

“I told you it would, Tony is a sucker for soup.” You laughed, once again making your cup of tea before joining Peter at the table.

“So you got the suit back?” You questioned, sipping your tea as Peter nodded in response.

“Yeah, I think I’m going on a mission in a few, Mr. Stark even made me breakfast.” Peter grinned, bragging to you, making you laugh slightly.

“Congratulations, you must feel very special.” You teased, making him blush slightly.

“You know, I couldn’t help but notice every time I see you, you’re drinking tea?” He commented, making you raise your eyebrows slightly.

“Sore throat, helps ease it.” You responded vaguely, watching Peter carefully as he processed what you said, his eyes widening.

“Oh my god, you’re sick! You’re the guilty one!” Peter whisper shouted, a smile on his face as you sipped your tea again.

“Shhh he doesn’t need to know.” You laughed, as Peter laughed with you, however Tony soon found out it was you and not Cap.

“Hey Y/N, I have someone that wants to see you!” Tony smiled wickedly, making your eyebrows raise slightly, you weren’t allowed to leave your room now since he’d discovered you were the one that had gotten him sick.

Therefore, this was Tony’s punishment to you.

“THe SoUP oF ThE DaY iS ChIcKEN NoOdLE!”

Just a Misunderstanding

Request:  Hi I was wondering if your still taking requests, could I request a one shot where Bucky and reader have been together for ages, and the reader has been coping with buckys nightmares and talking down the soldier when he turns into him, but she becomes exhausted doing that and working, and Bucky and Steve think it’s a good idea to hire someone else to deal with buckys nightmares, not realising that it will hurt readers feelings and makes her think Bucky doesn’t want her anymore,
She try’s to leave him and tells him she will help train the new person to deal with the soldier, and she packs her bags when Sam finds her In her room, and then goes to tell bucky and it ends all fluffy please if that made any sense 😊

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

Originally posted by little--batman

Bucky and I have been dating for a long time now, we met back when Tony and Steve had a fall out, and I was on team Cap. I don’t know why but I had a strong desire to protect this man, and he seemed to return the feelings. Ever since then we’ve been inseparable. I’m not going to lie, it has been difficult dealing with Bucky’s nightmares and when he reverts back into the soldier. It’s been wonderful though, he’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. It also helps that when the soldier gets awoken, it’s like I’m the only person he sees. He protects me, he doesn’t try to kill me. I’m the only one too. It is weird, but hell, I’m not complaining.

I find that I’m awake most the night now, waiting for him to have a nightmare, so I can catch it and pull him out of it quickly before the soldier has a chance to take over. It is this exact situation that’s gotten me in the predicament today. I’ve been slacking in my job lately, I’ve found myself forgetting things, or getting hurt on missions and it’s just not like me. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore it seems, the lack of sleep has really taken a tole on me. But I’d do it again, and again, and again, for him. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him.

“(Y/N). Bucky and I have talked, and we think we should hire someone to take over this job for you.” My eyes shoot open. The want to find a replacement? They want to replace me? So I’m not good enough…

“O-Oh…but why?” I try to conceal the sound of my heart breaking, but I don’t think it’s working.

“(Y/N), doll. You can’t keep doing this, your performance on the field has dramatically decreased and…well…I don’t mean to be mean but we can’t be babysitting you all the time. We worry about you.” That slap in the face went right through my heart. So that’s all I am? I’m just in the way. I should have known. I look at Bucky, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

His shoulders slump, and he looks torn.

“Doll, why are you crying? I thought you’d be happy…you can take a break..” I just stand up, turning away and heading to my room.

“I’ll help to train the new girl, I guess.”

I don’t know what they were thinking, was I just a game all along? Just some pillow for Bucky to sleep on, and fuck occasionally? I honestly thought he loved me.

I make it back to my room, and start packing my bag. I didn’t have much but I guess that just makes the leaving process even easier. I hear a knock on my door, turning to see Sam at my door, leaning against it.

“I saw you power walking up to your room, looking upset. What’s wrong?” I drop everything and run into his arms. Sam has always been like a brother to me, and he’s always looking for reasons to kick Buck’s ass. Maybe this’ll be a good one.

“Bucky doesn’t want me anymore…” I manage to speak through the unattractive, uncontrollable sobbing.

“W-What? What do you mean he doesn’t want you?”

“They’re gonna hire someone to take my place because I’m just not good enough any more…” I wipe my eyes on the sleeve of my shirt and pull away, continuing to pack my things.

“So, you’re just going to leave? Just like that?”

“What choice do I have Samuel?” He sighs.

“I don’t think that…nevermind. I’ll be right back.”

“You better hurry then, because I won’t be here much longer.” When I turn around, he’s gone.


Sam rushes down to the training room, where he assumed Bucky and Steve would be, and he’s correct. They’re both practising hand to hand combat. When they notice his presence, they turn to look in his direction.

“Oh hey, Sam! You come to help us train?” Steve stands with his legs spread, Bucky with his arms crossed.

“No, I came to let this dumb ass know his woman thinks he doesn’t want her anymore, and she’s packing her bags. She’s leaving.” Sam looks to Bucky, his gaze would almost be enough to scold a man. Bucky stands up straight.


“She’s leaving, man. She doesn’t think you love her anymore.” Before Sam can finish his sentence, Bucky rushes past him, no doubt to (Y/N) and his room.

“S-She’s leaving? Oh God, this isn’t what we meant by hiring someone, we just wanted to make (Y/N)’s job easier.” Steve sits on the mat and Sam sighs.

“You don’t always think before you speak, Cap. That, and you’ve never been good with women.”


I’m about to the elevators, lost in my own thought when I’m lifted off the ground and into someone’s chest.

“What the?!” It’s Bucky…I know the feeling of his well sculpted chest anywhere.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, doll. Please don’t go…” I look up at him, clearly confused. He must be as well.

“I-I didn’t mean I didn’t want you, God no! No, I-I just meant I want you to be able to sleep well, and be more alert on missions, I feel like I’m draining you and I just wanted to hire someone to help you, that’s all. I don’t want you to leave, please don’t leave me…please…I love you…” He looks into my eyes, fear has consumed his, and I realize that I just overreacted…

“S-So, you don’t want me gone?”

“No! Oh my God no, doll…no..I love you and I need you…” He lifts me, and presses his lips to mine in a desperate kiss, one that I am eager to respond to.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel that way…” I chuckle, kissing his nose.

“You’re almost as bad at speaking to women as Cap is. Don’t listen to him when it comes to us anymore, alright?” I laugh, and he chuckles with me.

“Alright doll, I love you.”

“I love you more, Sarge.”

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Better than I expected (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: none

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe (before Civil War)
Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader (romantic)
Summary: You’ve been friends with Peter for almost 2 years and you have a huge crush on him, but you are afraid he won’t like you back so you try to hide it.

Warnings: fluff
Word Count:1235
A/N: I wrote this in a bit of a hurry because I promised I would do it but I had to study for my Portuguese test. I think I wrote the words “obvious” and “observe” way too often. 1k+! I’m so proud of myself. It is my longer fic so far. Let me know what you think and I apologize for any grammatical errors that may occur.
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i have a request! i dont have a preference of rfa members tbh but seven, jumin and yoosung are my favorites so you can do them if youd like or whoever! mc just joined the rfa (probs day 2 or 3) and dont know what each other look like (tho i guess seven would? they just dont say it?). mc goes shopping and runs into the rfa member. they dont recognize each other or their names but start hanging out (and dating?), but on the day of the party, they meet each other as members. their reactions?

Hey! Well…Today I don´t feel like shit and now I can get out of my bed…I´m sorry if I haven´t been active for some time but now I´m feeling pretty  good.So let´s stop my depressing story and let the Hc begin.


  • Seven needs a refill of HBC.
  • Seven sneaks out of his house because Vanderwood and he goes to his favorite convenient store.
  • He can buy his HBC online but he likes the experience of going to that specific store.Why?
  1. Because in that store the chips are a lot more cheaper .
  2. The chips are in the perfect temperature and there are not broken (but he is the broken one.Ok no…)
  3. THE DRAMA some times he just sit in the chairs of the store and he waits for the drama,I don´t want to enter into details but lets just say the the Boy that works in the store has a very interesting life like a tenelovela/ soap opera(HINT:It involves a dog,2 girls,his grandpa,bubblegum,a lot of calls.Just do the math )
  4. Vanderwood never will find him here.
  5. He likes the music that is in the store.
  • In day 3 he goes to the store and he goes directlly to the the aisle were the HBC are.And when he grabs one bag of chips he notice someone´s hand is grabbing to the same bag that him.
  • Sorry for such cheesy and cliche moment

-“Oh sorry” seven and you say at the same time and see each other.

-”Wow!”seven say with a sparkle in his eyes.”I love you´re hair.” He scratches his head and with a smile says “Sorry if it sound weird but…” he clears his throat “It reminds me of HBC”

-You give him a big smile and with a spark in your eyes too and you say “You notice?! You are the first one that sees” “because I actually dyed my hair inspired on The HBC” you put your head down “My friends say that is a stupid reason but I love HBC so much”

-”It is not stupid! I think it looks very good on you”

-”Really? Thank you,I have not posted a picture online of my new style because it seams like no one likes it”

(That´s why he didn´t recognized you,plus You had big ass glasses)

-”Do you want to sit and eat HBC.I invite.” said seven

-”Ok but I put the the Dr.pepper soda”

-”I love you”


-”ahh…I said that I love my HBC with Dr.Pepper”

  • From that moment on you to saw each other every night,eating HBC and Dr.pepper,trying new candy that was in the store,seeing the boy of the store with his drama,you told him about some kittens that lived right around the corner and you two played with them.
  • You two never told each other´s name because there was so much other things more interesting to talk and you all ways forgot.
  • First it was like:

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

But then it was like:

Originally posted by enews

  • How? he didn´t notice ?
  • Well it doesn´t matter now you to are together.

Lets say that the whole saeran in your apartment didn´t happened and seven didn´t had security cameras in you apartment…there is so many wholes in this HC but n djn ckesnskdinewkjm just use YOUR IMAGINATION.(I´m sorry)
nothing is PERFECT ok? :(


  • You were on your work.In Walmart.
  • And 2 costumers come with cleaning supplies,clothes and Healthy food.

-“Yoosung! Come here!” the woman says

-”Mom,I don´t need new cloths…”a young man with a cap and sunglasses

-”But you look so cute in them”

-”Mom,I´m a man now I don´t need to be cute”

-”well you look handsome,What you think?” the women says and looks at you.


-”I´m sorry…you don´t…”

“Yes, You look handsome in that clothes”

“would you date him?”  said the mother

“ahhh…Of course” You see that people are waiting in the line “so are you going to buy it?”

“only if you give your number to my son”

“OMG Mom?!?!!?” He is so red in this moment

“ahhh” people are getting angry because the line doesn´t move and your manager is seeing you.”ok” you write your number and give it to yoosung and as fast as you can,you are registering all the things “it will be 209.50″ 

“son pay, I will wait in the car”

The mom lefts 

-”I´m sorry You did´t had to”

-”don´t worry” you say and at the same time you give him the change

-”take” yoosung gives you the paper with your number

-”you will not called me?”

-”What? You want me to call you?” he is red and confused

-”Yes, that´s why I give you my number.” ”well…Thank you Sir. for your purchase”


  • Eventually he called you and the first date was a little bit awkward but fun.
  •  the second was calm and funny
  • the third he planed to inviting you to the RFA party but than you told him that you were organizing the party 

Originally posted by georgetakei

In the party he  just was bragging of who he already knew you before every one else (I am talking about Knowing in person) but he stopped when you mention who you to meet.


CAT protect + mc architect and cat lover + cat store + Elly = Happy jumin.

 so yeah…

For Jumin is much of the same.

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No Matter What (Part 6)

Prompt: Imagine you’re an Avenger and you meet Bucky for the first time during Civil War

Word Count: 1970

Warning: Language, fighting, violence, angst

Notes: This will follow Cap America: Civil War…. I envisioned a younger reader who’s like 19-24 years old, btw. Thanks to my beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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“So you like cats?” Sam suddenly said about half an hour before you arrived to the compound. You wanted to laugh at the remark, but you were scared out of your wits. You were facing jail and possibly something worse for Bucky.

“Sam,” Steve chided.

“What? Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don’t wanna know more?”

“Your suit…It’s vibranium?” Steve asked.

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Frozen In Time (Part 4/?) (Stark/Rogers x reader)

Part 3

“Sir, you might wish to stop for a moment.  (Y/N) is approaching and she appears to be quite agitated.”

“Shiiiiit,” Tony whined to himself, scurrying around the lab as quickly as he could to put away his work. “How long do I have, J?  Can I make a run for it?”

“I don’t believe so, sir, but it may be wise to stow away the sharp instruments first.”

“She’s that mad?”

“Yes, I’m that mad!” you yelled from the doorway, grabbing a random tool from the table next to you and pitching it at him before he could duck away.  “What in the hell were you thinking?!”

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I Told You So l Steve Rogers

Summary: Reader is being cocky on missions and Steve tries to put them in their place. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Type: One-shot 

Requested: anonymous 

Originally posted by christophers-haven-evans

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You took my coffee.

Oooo nice and simple.

“Excuse me.”


Sugawara was not in the mood.

Move along. I don’t want whatever you’re selling.

Sugawara ignored the voice and stared down at the screen of his phone.

“… Excuse me…”


Sugawara pressed his lips in a hard line. He just wanted to drink his coffee in peace. That was what he came to this coffee shop for. It was small, in a dusty corner of down town that few knew about. A tiny, family owned joint without the pomp and circumstance of the coffee powerhouses that ran the town.

He didn’t get up early, travel twenty minutes by bus, and spend three hundred yen on a coconut cappuccino with extra whip just to be forced into some kind of bullshit early morning small talk about the weather or the latest thing hipsters that usually hang out in a joint like this were interested in.

Sugawara was not in the mood.

But his tormentor didn’t budge.

“Ahem… excuse me…”

Sugawara sat back in his seat and finally lifted his head with a heavy sigh, “What?”

A man that looked nothing like the hipsters Sugawara usually ran into at this specific shop, stood across from him at his small round table in the corner. He was dressed in a pair of exercise shorts, which showed off muscular calves, and a black, sleeveless t-shirt, which did the same justice to a pair of broad shoulders and thick arms. Sugawara slid his gaze up to the man’s face, and crap, he was stupidly handsome along with having an infuriatingly attractive, athletic body.

Stay strong, Koushi, he commanded himself as he regarded the man’s steady puppy-eyed stare and steel jawline. Death to small talk.

Uhm…” the man cleared his throat into his fist.

Oh jeez. Is he going to flirt with me? Move along, Buddy. I’m not interested. Even if I’m slightly interested.

The man pointed down at the cup clutched in Sugawara’s hand.

“You took my coffee.”

Sugawara blinked up at him quietly for a moment.


If that was an attempt at flirting… then it was the sorriest attempt Sugawara had ever had the displeasure of witnessing.

Let me guess. He’s going to argue with me about me taking his coffee and then later say, “Oh, my apologies. Not coffee. I meant… my heart.” Ew. Not happening. What a shit line. I am so not in the mood for this.

Sugawara crossed one leg over the other and clenched his jaw.

“You’re mistaking me for someone else,” he said.

A tick of confusion crossed the man’s face, “No…” he glanced around the empty shop. “I’m… pretty sure it was you.”

Sugawara sighed, “Look. When I came in here, I was the only one. So the first order should have been mine. I took the first order.”

“I understand your reasoning. And I’m not blaming you or mad at you…”

“Wow, thank you. How generous.”

The man’s left eyebrow twitched and his lips turned down in a tight frown.

“I’m not trying to be rude,” he said carefully. “It’s an honest mistake. I know I’ve grabbed the wrong coffee a few times in the past-”

“I took the first coffee,” Sugawara repeated. “I was the first customer. I don’t even remember you coming in here. Just wait patiently, sometimes they take a while. There’s only one guy working.” He looked back down at his phone, “Now if you’ll excuse me. These memes aren’t going to share themselves.”

For a moment the other man didn’t speak.

But he also didn’t leave.

And Sugawara was so not in the mood.

Sugawara was just about to demand he leave him alone once again when he asked,

“What did you order?”

“Oh my god,” Sugawara reached up and rubbed his temple. “Listen. I’m not interested.”

“Not… interested? In having the right coffee?”

“I get it,” Sugawara looked up at him. “And I appreciate it. It takes a lot of courage to approach strangers in public. But I’m really not interested. I just want to sit here, drink my coffee, look at my shitty memes, and then leave.”

“That’s fine but-”

“You don’t know how to deal with rejection, do you?”

“Rejection? What rejection? You rejecting my request to give me the coffee I paid for?” His brows furrowed and he crossed his thick arms over his chest, biceps bulging.

“Look, I know what you’re doing,” Sugawara leaned forward. “You saw me sitting here and wanted to talk to me and so made up an excuse to strike up conversation. It’s sweet. But I’m not in the conversation mood.”


“So if you understand… then please leave me alone.”

“Take a sip,” the man suggested, gesturing to the cup. “I guarantee that’s not your coffee.”

Sugawara groaned and leaned back against his chair once more. “You are relentless. Listen. I do not want to date you.”

“Well I’m glad we agree on something then.”

They glared at each other for a long moment before the man pointed at the cup again.

“Take a fuckin’ sip.”

Sugawara rolled his eyes and lifted the cup to his mouth. He blew into the small opening of the lid momentarily and then put it to his lips and took a sip.

And then started sputtering and coughing, holding the cup away.

“Oh my god, what the fuck is this?” Sugawara pressed the back of his hand to his mouth and regarded the cup with disgust. “Is this just… black coffee?”

“It’s an Americano, actually,” the man plucked the cup from his hand. “Which now has your Garfield I hate Mondays bad attitude all over it.”

“Coconut Cap,” the barista called from across the shop and Sugawara stared as he set a cup down on the counter and immediately turned away to straighten the danishes in their glass container.

Heat rushed to Sugawara’s cheeks and he wanted to sink into the floor. He lifted his hands and pressed them to his face.

“Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“In your defense, it was kind of rude of him to make mine first when you ordered before me.”

Sugawara lowered his hands and stared up at the man, who continued to regard him with slight irritation.

“I’m so sorry,” he said in shame. “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe how rude I was…”

The man hesitated and then hummed, “Nah… it’s okay…”

“Please let me make it up to you,” Sugawara stood and clasped his hands in front of him. “Please. I feel like a piece of shit. I can’t start my day out like that.”


“I was so rude. I’m so sorry. Let me… Let me buy you something. A… a muffin or another coffee or… whatever you like.”

“It’s okay-”

“It’s not okay. I was rude.”

“Yeah but… I mean… it might’ve been a little rude of me to pay the guy extra to make mine first so I would have a reason to strike up a conversation with you in the first place.”

Sugawara froze.

The man avoided his stare, reaching up and scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

“You…” Sugawara blinked in surprise. “You… planned it?”

“W-well…” his cheeks flooded with color.

Sugawara laughed and punched him on the shoulder. The man winced and rubbed the spot.

“I fucking knew it!” Sugawara exclaimed, pressing a hand to his stomach as he cackled. “I knew it! You were just trying to flirt with me! Bastard!”

“Can you blame me?” he grumbled, staring down at his coffee.

Sugawara giggled and wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes. He examined the man once more, paying special attention to the endearing way his short black hair stood up in the front.

“M-My name is Daichi, by the way,” the man said. “If… if you were wondering.”

Sugawara snorted into his hand and then grinned up at him, “Suga.”

For a moment they hummed and haahed, avoiding eye contact and shifting awkwardly from foot to foot.

Sugawara cleared his throat and clasped his hands behind his back, “Well… if my terrible personality didn’t scare you away… I’d very much like to buy you that muffin…”

The man met his gaze. Sugawara smiled.

“Ah… well… your personality is pretty terrible. But…” he averted his eyes once more. “I don’t really scare that easily.”

Sugawara laughed again and moved around the man, touching him gently on the shoulder as he passed. “Wait here then. Is blueberry okay?”

“Blueberry is perfect.”

Sugawara grinned and moved to the counter to fetch his coffee and buy the muffin. As he waited for the barista to fill his order, his eyes wandered back towards his table and met Daichi’s gaze once more, sitting in the chair across from Sugawara’s. He startled at being caught staring, and quickly looked away, cheeks flaming.

Sugawara smirked and collected the muffin when the barista set it down in front of him.

Maybe he was in the mood after all.

Originally posted by orianne-ugh