i want to do nasty things to him

some dad lance things he’d definitely do

  • after dropping the kids off at school, he’d yell out the window “MAKE GOOD CHOICES SWEETIES” in a white suburban mom voice
    • the kids die in embarrassment
    • honks ridiculously long when he goes to pick them up, all the other kids stare at his kids, his kids love him but also want to go home rn immediately
  • dances with his kids from every genre. to traditional cubano music all the way to beyoncé, it’s adorable, even when they kinda trip over their own little toddler feet
  • is the Really Competitive Dad at their sports games
    • will definitely yell at the Ref
    • “COME ON THEY TOTALLY PULLED AT HER PIGTAILS CALL IT, REF DO IT!!!”
    • gives the evil eye to the other team’s coach. the coach has no idea why this dad is squinting at him
    • gives his kids a lot of support, smiles, and thumbs up at their games
      • definitely the loudest dad in the sidelines
      • probably made signs with his kiddos for what they wanted them to say on it, carries them proudly during the games
        • (they even made one for keith to hold too)
  • the best at doing their kids hair. especially the one who has super curly hair, because he used to have to comb the knots out for his younger sister and knows how to do it in a way that would hurt
  • take his kids out to look at the stars
    • they come up with fake stories about each one because they don’t know any of the constellations yet, it’s super cute
  • first time he took his first bab to cuba with keith, his mom burst out to tears. then lance burst out to tears. everyone burst out into tears.
    • keith was very confused but comforted them both
  • just….. Lance as a Dad (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

1. honesty victor and yuri wear sweatpants most of the time but you will drag this joke about how phichit got yuri wearing shitty forever21 leggings and tops out of my cold, dead, grasping hands

2. another joke I’m not sure how to write but I’m definitely going to figure out is how phichit has a flashdrive full of yuri housework dancing and/or actually dancing and/or skating to things like “Nasty” by Janet Jackson or “Boyfriend” by Avril and is coldbloodedly bargaining for choreography with victor. 

2a. “is it the real goods?” says victor, suspiciously. he’s not going to be tricked into ponying up for just pictures of yuri doing stretches in JUICY sweats, which he can find on the internet. he wants the real good stuff, okay. phichit shows him thirty seconds of yuri shaking it like his mama taught him as the divine dame bassey pulls up lookin’ flashy in her Mercedes Benz. “there’s more,” he says. “OH MY GOD YOU TWO,” says yuri. “I’M DIVORCING EVERYBODY IN THIS ROOM.” “what,” says leo, looking up

Cuddling with Yuta

•okay so cuddling with Yuta can go one of three ways
• 1 is the two of you have rant time and take turns ranting about different shit and the other putting their input in or
• 2 trying to cuddle like normal people but then Yuta starts to kiss your neck and things escalate very quickly or
• 3 you guys are ded ass tired and want to enjoy each other’s presence but this one happens like 2% of the time you do cuddle
• exploiting the first one I feel like Yuta would have a bunch of frustrations that built up and when he cuddles with you and rants he says everything in a sort of childish voice and like has his face buried in your hair bcus your hair smells good and it calms him
•as for the second one, we all know that Yuta is a nasty boy who needs to stay in his lane so he’ll eventually become bored of the two of you not talking so he’ll start kissing your neck until you end up making out on the couch
•and maybe more if you want to but he’ll respect your choice
•for the third one, this is probably happened like twice throughout the year but I feel like it will become more common as he starts getting more work and having to deal with more shit from SM and he just sorta lays his head on your chest and sleeps which you’re completely fine with
•he’ll feel bad about it the next morning and makes sure to spoil you with kisses the next morning
•'ew go brush your teeth’

“I hate Kevin!”

Yeah, wow, we need to talk about this.

This is the very first time Steven has ever shown emotions like this. Even when Lars insulted Rose way back in Season 1a, Steven was quick to move on after yelling at him. But here… “Hate.”

Lapis steals the ocean, nearly drowns Connie, and breaks Greg’s leg? No prob, Bob.

Peridot fires lasers at the Crystal Gems and lures them into multiple death-traps? Yeah, let’s rehabilitate her and give her all the freedom she wants.

Kevin sexually objectifies Stevonnie? Hate. I mean, that is a really nasty thing to do, but… Dang, man. I get where Steven is coming from, and… Yeah, it’s understandable.

It’s just a little shocking seeing this sort of thing coming from him, is all.

so i was bored, a tad bit tired, & extremely motivated to expand my vocabulary & improve my writing, so i figured i’d share. under the cut is a LONG ASS masterpost of anything you could think of to improve vocabulary & such. there will most likely be a part two considering i have so much left to write, & i’ll definitely post that if people enjoy this one ! like/reblog as you please, i just hope this helps some people !

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You need to get you a bitch who ain't older than you////Nathan Maloley

Me and Nate i guess was a thing intill he found this hoe name Ana Montana which mind you is damn near 6 years older than him. That shit is hella nasty too. I gotta see him cause I guess we’re preforming at a club, I really don’t want to see him cause all he’s gonna do is kiss her the whole time I’m there. So I get dress and Jack j

“Hey y/n are you ready?”

“Yeah I am I’m coming to your house rn” I said getting my car keys

“Oka see ya” i hung up the phone and got in the car and drive to JJ house when I get there I heard hella people in there so when I walk in I saw Nash Hayes Tez Maggie Jack j Jack g Skate Ana Rupp Derek Taylor Sammy Stasis Kdl

“Ayye Y/n is here!!!” Rupp said

“Wassup guys” I said I could tell that skate looking at me I really wanted to look back but I didn’t want to so we all took shots.

“Y/n I don’t get yo outfit” Hayes said

I was wear a long see through shirt that goes down to my knees and a black bra and high waisted black leggings shorts and wearing a snapback.

“Shittt I think she’s looking just right” Derek said laughing

“For real” Jack j said

We all went to different cars and and got to the club was hella lit went we go there they were strippers foggy machine Hokka bars and shit like that we all sat at in the V.I.P section all the boys were in the back getting shit together while me and the girls​ we’re talking I guess Ana was trying to talk to me because she was looking at me

“Oka I know your jealous of me and Skate” she said

Stasis and Maggie look at her with there eyes wide open

I started laughing.

“ Why would I be jealous of you and him? Of course he wanted to get me back with a bitch who has fake ass and titi’s” I said giggling

“Excuse me?!” She said

Maggie was sliding all the drinks to the side.

“ Your excued, Don’t sayed I would be jealous of you hun, ” I said before I could get up she throws her drink at me so I swung at her and we started to fight we been fight for a long time I guess cause everyone boy was trying to get me off of her but I wasn’t haven’t it,

“Im laughing right now cause you thought you could beat me bitch? Nah try again” I said laughing I turn around and saw Nate holding on me pulling me outside

“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?!” He said

“Don’t get mad at me. That’s what you get for dating a bitch that’s older than you” I said laughing"I’m really laughing at y'all realitionship because y'all look hella pathetic" I said

“Y/n your just drunk right now why would you fight her?!”

p>“Cause she through her drink at meh” I said “look I’m going back in there cause it’s hella cold out here so yeah" I said Walk back in the club all I heard was a whole bunch of yelling

“Oml y/n are you okay?” JJ said

“Yah I’m good” I said

I walk up on the stage and hella people started to chanted my name when I got in there Rupp was looking I got behind the turn table and started playing No heart.

“Wassup guys!!! Ight we finna get lit tonight​ cause I got all my homies here, and yes I am playing No heart so don’t judge meh, ight who’s ready to get turnt with us?” I said

The crowd started going wild when I said that, but I still couldn’t believe I fought Ana I could tell this bitch was look at me right now, but I don’t care so I call Derek on the stage we was too lite he sang luh bitch I couldn’t stand it but dance with Derek grinding on each other. Then skate came on. The fact that I am mad at him I still love him, we were like big Sean and Jhene Aiko but I guess​ have fun with him, I started to sing with while I walking towards to him and then started dancing together I couldn’t help but smiling. After the show I went back stage and change my clothes bacially I changed in to a shirt and kept the short on when I walk out and saw skate looking at me, so I walk past him but he grabbed my wrist to sit me down.

“Look stop pretending your mad at me” he said

“ Oka..” I said

“ And stop being mean to her I love her and you” he said

“Oka… Wait did you just said you love me too?” I said

“Yup” he said confused

I know he don’t love me like that but I guess k gotta deal with it.“mmmmm” I said

“So please stop acting like your mad at me” he said

“Ight” I said

“NOW DEREK!” Skate yelled

Out of no where Derek came, pick me up and ran outside​ where everyone sprayed silly string in me.

“Ugghhhghgh I hate silly string” I said laughing

So we went home I guess I had a pretty decent night…Most of it😂

pepperjackcat replied to your post “Headcanon Hancock”

I think a lot of his chem use is just a habit at this point. Not so much a chemical dependence (ie, nasty withdrawals) but a psychological one. Something to do when you’re bored or stressed. He strikes me as the really nice person at a party who wants to make sure all his friends are having the best time possible because he cares about them. :)

I agree. :) I honestly think they gave him the whole chem persona thing only because each companion needed to have their own unique perk, & he just fit, y’know? Someone had to be the chem guy, another guy had to be the stealing guy, another one had to be the hacking guy, etc. etc. Each one had to approve or disapprove of the various actions you take, so Hancock was the guy they chose to be the one who approved of chem usage, since most of the others disapprove of it.

game design aside, I again believe that he’s not THAT hard of a chem user. He probably does them more than the average person, but nothing too crazy.

Idol (Snowbaz)

Summary:

Simon Snow is a pop star. Basilton Pitch is a lesser-known singer and violinist. Obviously, Baz loathes Snow. Or does he?

“Bloody Simon Snow,” I say for the umpteenth time. “He doesn’t know the first thing about music! I’m so sick of seeing his stupid face in every channel on TV,” I continue as I turn off the telly.

“Stop ranting, Baz! You’re obviously jealous that he’s famous and you’re not!” My sister, Mordelia, she fucking adores him. Mother has bought her tickets for next week’s concert and wants me to babysit her. Outrageous. I think I’ll wear my headphones.

“He looks like a nasty copy of Troye Sivan to me,” I complain. “And, for your interest, I do have some fans, too. Not as many, but more loyal. Snow would be jealous of my fans. None of his snowflakes is as devoted as my rosebudboy61.”

Seriously, I think this guy has been stalking me. He has an insane amount of pictures of me on his blog.

“Sure, Baz. I think you secretly love him. You never stop talking about him.”

“I never stop complaining about him. And rightly so,” I say. “Anyhow, do you still want that ice cream?”

“Yes!” She shouts.

“Then let’s go before I change my mind.”

“I don’t understand how you can love pistachio ice cream so much,” I say, as we leave the ice cream stand.

“Says the guy who only eats pumpkin mocha ice cream,” Mordelia replies. “Like, how did anyone come up with the idea? It’s disgusting.”

I stick my tongue out at her. How ungraceful. I hope rosebudboy61 isn’t around to photograph me.

Suddenly, a mysterious person appears out of nowhere and bumps into me, spilling my ice cream on my new jeans. Great.

“Hey!” I yell at them. But they’re already running away. I didn’t even get a chance to see their face. Only a glimpse of their eyes. Blue.

“I think this belongs to that person,” my sister says, picking up something from the floor and handing it to me. An ipod.

“Well, it’s not like I can return it to them,” I say, dropping the rest of the ice cream in the nearest trash can. “Let’s go back home, so I can change into clean clothes.”

After my daily hour of practice, I feel a bit unsettled. It hasn’t been my best performance. I can’t stop thinking about the strange person with blue eyes.

Out of curiosity, I decide to go through the playlist on the stranger’s ipod. There are only ten tracks. I press play and put the earbuds on. The first song is Freckles and Constellations, by Dodie Clark. Wow, one of my favourites.

Next one is BITE, by Troye Sivan. I love this one, too. And Troye is ten thousand times better than Simon Snow.

The following song starts with a violin solo. One of my violin solos. Ice and Fire. And then, the sweetest voice starts singing my song. It’s a male voice. It’s the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard.

I keep listening to the tracks. More of my melodies sung by this brilliant singer. Until I reach the last track. It’s not a song, it’s a recording:

Hi, Basilton Pitch. I hope you are listening to this. What a stupid thing to say. Shit.” I laugh despite myself. “Anyway,” the voice continues, “I want you to know that you are my inspiration and the reason I am a singer.” There’s a brief pause. I can hear the boy heavily breathing. The next words are said so quickly I have to press replay to understand it. “If-you-want-to-meet-me-I’ll-be-every-day-from-four-to-seven-p.m.-at-Bea’s-of-Bloomsbury-back-table-I-love-you.

I look at the clock. Half six. If I take the Tube I can be there in twenty minutes. I don’t think it twice and dash out.

It takes me five extra minutes because I lose the first ride, but I’m there at five to seven. I go straight to the back table, and there he is. The stranger from before. Blue eyes. Where have I seen them before?

“Hello,” I say, as I sit on the chair opposite from him.

“Hi,” he greets me through his red scarf. It covers most of his face. I can only see his eyes. And a mole right under his left eyebrow. “I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“I came,” I say, stupidly. There’s something about this bloke that has me smitten. He’s going to think I’m a freak. “And I listened to the songs. You are amazing.”

“They’re your songs. You are the amazing one. I’ve been your admirer since you started your career.”

I blush. Jesus. Me, blushing.

We start chatting about music. It turns out we have very similar tastes. We keep talking about films, football and favourite food. He loves sour cherry scones. That’s why he comes here. He’s so awkward. I love it. God, I’m falling for this guy. Hard.

We keep talking and talking.

He makes a ridiculous joke about a vampire named Gampire, and I burst out laughing. It’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard, but I can’t stop smiling like an idiot.

I wonder if rosebudboy61 is here to capture this.

Wait.

I can’t believe my thickness.

“Are you…” I start.

“Simon Snow,” he says at the same time I say, “rosebudboy61?”

What? Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Of course, it wasn’t real. Of course, I should have known it was a prank. Fucking Simon Snow. I hate him. I storm out of the cafe without saying a word.

“Wait!” I hear him saying. But I don’t stop. I don’t turn around until I’m home.

I spend the following days locked in my room. Mother comes to bring me lunch and dinner, but she doesn’t ask anything. I’m grateful for that.

I can’t stop listening to Snow’s songs. To my songs, with the painfully beautiful voice of Simon bloody Snow. I can’t stop listening to the last three words of the recording. “I love you,” I say at the same time. Replay. “I love you.” Replay. “I love you.” I throw the bloody ipod to the wall with all my strength.

At that moment, Mordelia comes into my room. I don’t know how she does it.

“Baz, you have to see this,” she says. “You won’t believe it.”

She carries her tablet with her and shows it to me. It’s a youtube video.

She presses play and I see Simon Snow. “This is an apology for Basilton Pitch. I never should have lied to you. I’m sorry. Everything I said was true, though. It was all real,” he says with his perfect voice. And then he starts singing one of my songs. A Charmed Life.

“There are dozens of them, Baz,” Mordelia says. “I didn’t know you knew him.”

“Neither did I, ‘Delia.”

The day of the concert I’m a wreck. I don’t know what to make out of this bloke.

Mordelia finds us place at the front row. Grand. I’m a bag of nerves.

After a few minutes, Simon Snow appears on stage. My stomach flips.

He starts performing without noticing me and I let myself enjoy it. His voice. Until, suddenly, blue eyes lock on mine. He seems lost for a second and forgets the lyrics. Then, I do something very unexpected. I smile at him. That seems to give him confidence to continue with the show. But he doesn’t stop looking at me.

At the end of the concert he says, “I would like to introduce you to someone very special to me,” I’m mortified. “Basilton Pitch. Please, come up.”

I do, because Mordelia forces me to.

Snow turns to his public and says, “This boy here has been my inspiration to become a singer. He’s an extraordinary artist and human being. He’s my idol,” he looks at me again and adds, “and I want him to be even more than that. Will you be my terrible boyfriend?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’d love that.”

He drops the mic and takes my hands. My heart skips a beat. He squeezes them. I squeeze back. Then, he places a hand behind my neck and pulls me into a kiss. And I kiss him back. And kiss him. And kiss him.

The public cheers agitatedly. Mordelia is ecstatic. I can hear her from here.

After a few moments, we break the kiss. He takes his phone out of his pocket and takes a picture of us. “This one is for my blog,” he says, “I’m rosebudboy61.”

I laugh.

The crowd is shouting for an encore.

“Go on, then,” I smile at him. “Carry on, Simon.”

—-

Ari: I don’t know why I wrote this. Hope you like it! I think I’m going to write a snowbaz one-shot every week or so. I feel the need. I’m so not over Carry On.

Misha Collins is one of my heroes, I don’t care if you hate him. I don’t care if you ship Destiel or Wincest, but the guy did nothing wrong ( to you ). He do stupid things sometimes, but he’s fun, and he can be serious, and he helps people in need. He deserves so much respect, you can’t just hate someone because others ship his character and you don’t. You can hate Castiel, but Misha is not his character.

I can’t believe that you want J2 to be nasty with him. They love him, even if he’s so weird. He’s a part of the family too.

Honestly, I have so much things to say about my NOTPs… But I shut my mouth, first because my English is the baddest English ever. And because I respect all of you. Why can’t you do the same ?

anonymous asked:

imo it's impossible to say if it's Tom, automatically you think it is, being his IG page, not that this means or implies he can't post pictures of other people of course. I't hard to say, he looks like him, but he also doesn't. It also looks like his photography style, so it supposes he took the picture so he's not the one with the girl. What I want to say though is that he can't expect people not talking about the photo. And so you, it's a photo HE posted so we have all the rights to talk about

Implying that it’s Jade, Emma, his new girlfriend in the photo? Saying nasty things about Jade again? Do we really have the right to do so?

anonymous asked:

In your ABO AUs, I guess it's a given that alphas would get territorial over omegas going into or through a heat, but do you think omegas would get competitive or aggressive towards other omegas too? Or are they too passive in their heats?

I like omegas who can nasty and possessive and growl just like the alphas do on my fics. If I can point to the demon attracting thing for example note that Prompto says “Uh oh” and then nothing else happens with him. He doesn’t attempt to turn Noctis around or get in his way. He fades to the background and this isn’t because I forgot sbout him, but because he knows that an omega trying to stop an omega in heat from getting the alpha they want brings out the claws.

Prompto doesn’t want any of that action, best to let Ignis handle it. (Insert Prompto giving the thumbs up here.)

Need a little push!
  • Hi, I'm a bi curious and swinger curious woman that's shy and chicken shit lol. I dream and fantasize about so many naughty and nasty things! My life is suffering bc of these naughty nasty girl fantasies that are living deep inside of me! I don't know how to go about full filling my deepest darkest secrets and have no one I can tell them to bc of the judgements I will have to deal with. My BF will also leave me if he knew the things I wanted to do. I've tried to see if I could get him to maybe do a few mild things and maybe work our way up to maybe having other join in with us. But he won't have it. I'm so bored with being fucked the same way all the time! It's effecting my life in and out of the bedroom. The older I get the more I want to be fucked the way I deserve! I have never been with a woman and would give anything to know what that feels like! Someone out there give me advice on how to go about this and how to get over my guilty shy and scared ways! Help!

anonymous asked:

Wait...i tryst you not to attack me bc you guys are cool but im still cautious but whats wring with Johnny Depp? I live under a rock and i thought he was a super cool guy but i have no cable or anything and i dont watch much movies or tv, please dont ysll at me im not trying to defend him or play innocent or anything i genuiny dont know but if hes nasty i want to kniw

There was a huge thing before that he was abusive and hit his partner. I just woke up and I gotta do a driving lesson so I’m hoping someone can add a link bc I can’t.

–Tot

anonymous asked:

Is Jojo drunk? She won't stop yapping. I mean, I get that she's going to endorse whatever narrative the people who hired her set, but JFC. This: "so you're accusing him of being a lying closet gay who can't do anything he wants to as he's too weak willed? And that's better in your head than what [sic] him going back to his old girlfriend as things probably didn't work out with DC?" Holy fucking overstepping in sooooooo many ways!!! Nasty, nasty.

She’s absolutely embarrassing herself here. I mean, I know she gets a paycheck at the end of this, so perhaps it’s worth sacrificing what little dignity and integrity she has left. 

Almost every Andrew I have ever known has gone by the nickname “Drew” or “Andy” and the ones that didn’t usually made it known that they didn’t like those nicknames.
So I thought it odd that never once, throughout all 3 books, did anybody ever call Andrew “Drew”

  • Now this may just be bc they don’t want a knife in the side
  • but come on, you’re telling me that Nicky never once called his smol cousin “Drew”? 
  • Nope, I don’t believe it 
  • so that means Andrew probably has something against the nickname “Drew”
  • It could be hundreds of things really
  • One of those nasty people who like to touch just a little (a lot, I mean a lot) too much
  • But what if it was Cass
  • what if Cass called him “Drew” in the softest voice
  • Like a mother would
  • It started after she took him in
  • “so what do you like to do Drew?”
  • And it seemed like such an odd thing
  • But she would do it
  • in their most tender moments
  • together baking in the kitchen 
  • “Drew honey hand me some thyme.”
  • And he felt better as “Drew” than he ever did as “Andrew”
  • Drew could be Cass’s son
  • Drew could play Exy
  • And cook with Cass
  • And have a family
  • have a life
  • Drew wasn’t real so Drake could touch him
  • taint him
  • But then there was the first time Drake called him “Drew”
  • hands pinned to the headboard 
  • and the appeal was gone
  • like shattering glass
  • He could swallow that down though
  • He could live with that
  • He understood that “Drew” and “Andrew” were one and the same
  • and he couldn’t just be someone else 
  • not matter how much he wanted to be

  • No one calls him “Drew” in juvie 

  • Then when he moves in with Nicky and Aaron 
  • Nicky rolls that harmless nickname off his tongue easily
  • standing in the kitchen calling out to his younger cousin
  • “Hey Drew what do you want for diner?”
  • There was a split second were Andrew was back with Cass
  • Back in that house
  • Just waiting for Drake to leave
  • He squashed that feeling of loss by pressed Nicky into the refrigerator
  • “Don’t call me that.”
  • “Okay, okay! Got! No more ‘Drew’!”
  • And that should have been the end of it
  • The upperclass wouldn’t call him anything beside his name
  • And Wymack, Abby, and Bee wouldn’t either
  •  
  • Its Neil who calls him “Andy” when he’s half asleep
  • On those mornings when Andrew is wide awake
  • And Neil catches him looking
  • “Andy, don’t look at me like that.”
  • Its Neil who groggily mumbles “Andy-rew” when he’s drunk
  • “I’m not drunk Andy-rew…Vodka is terrible…”
  • “Aim for the bucket dumbass.”
  • or sick 
  • “The world is spinning. Andy-rew.”
  • “Aim for the bucket.”
  • (although the first one is rarer the first few years of their relationship)
  • its Neil who says it to the cats when he’s petting them
  • “See you like me better, don’t you king fluffikins? You like me better than Andy.”
  • Andrew doesn’t stop him
  • at first he wanted to
  • He didn’t want that attachment to form
  • but it did
  • and now he’s screwed

anonymous asked:

Harry could of easily said ok, I will give u this solo album deal if u do this this & this. Because doesnt matter, People do WANT Solo Harry. Even if its him farting in a mic for 45 mins. Someone will pay for that. He could of used it for their advantage. we dont even know how long the deal is. It could be 1 album and a lil tour here there. Or could be 2. I personally believe that we will only see one solo album (for now IF any full albums at all) from all the guys. (1---)

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:(–2) we have no idea what happens BTS. So, for all we know he used Sony to get something for Louis on the positive. Or all the guys even. WHO knows. But i hate seeing him get hate, and get hate for supposedly saying what album? And smiling. Which. we have NO clue if that even happened. Also, Maybe if it did he wasnt being a shady dick. He could be dead ass serious. For all we know all the writing and studio time we know has happened is playing around/writing songs for others. I trust OT4.

Yes, thank you. I see some people throwing hate at him (at his team I totally understand, I dislike Sony as much as everyone), but Harry hasn’t done anything?? So like…. Maybe chill a little and let’s see how things will be like in the future 


Anonymous said to shadyshit91:1) A Stalker said he said that. In no way, shape or form do we have any idea how true that is. Because, multiple times they have said one of the guys said this, or that, and retracted it later. 2) Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe he is not able to talk about it? Maybe, there is something keeping him and his official team from mentioning it? Because, that is very plausible. 3) There is also a chance he was not kidding. Blue, ILUVU and people need to get off Harry’s nuts. Except Louis.

Haha you got me at the end! Love you too ❤

Baby, Please

Originally posted by luvinchris

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Implied Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing (I think), really shitty writing!! 

A/N: Hope you guys like it!!


It has been almost a year since you and Steve broke up, the breakup was nasty. The two of you picked a fight one night, the entire team woke up because of the two of you yelling, they heard the whole thing.


It was late, Steve still wasn’t home yet. You were worried sick about him, knowing that at the state he was at right now, he could do anything. He had just lost Peggy, you wanted to be there for him but you knew you needed to give him his space. You didn’t coddle him, you simply told you that you will always be there for him and then he left. You were waiting in his bedroom, drinking as many cups of coffee you needed to stay awake.

You were reading a book when you heard loud thud coming from outside your room. You set your book down, walking out of the room and saw Steve throwing things. He was still grieving. Peggy was the love of his life, you knew that you could never replace Peggy and you never tried to. You were madly in love with Steve, he knew that but he just couldn’t love you the way that he loved Peggy. You understood. “Steve.” You said, he dropped the vase he had in his hand. “Come on Steve, it’s late. You need rest.” You knew that he had some of Thor’s weird drink, you knew he was a little drunk.

He just laughed, grabbing a book, one of your favorite books and threw it a few feet away from you. “Steve.” You picked your book up, holding it close to your chest.

“You need sleep, it’s late and you could wake the whole team up.”

“No, leave (Y/N). Go be with Bucky.” His statement making you choke on air.

“What the hell are you talking about Steve?”

“I know I can be quite clueless sometimes but I know you and Bucky are sleeping together.” He threw another vase, this time on the wall near your face. “I mean what the hell (Y/N)? Out of everyone you choose my best friend? The fact that you were sleeping with someone alone still never ceases to blow my mind.”

“No, the fact that you even thought that I was cheated you makes me want to strangle you. I mean, are you thinking straight? No, you are drunk and you aren’t thinking straight.”

“I’m not drunk, I didn’t drink anything.” Steve mumbled.

“I mean, do you really think that I would cheat on you?” You asked, clutching the book even tighter to your chest. “I mean I know that this relationship has been rocky but I would never cheat on you.”

“Stop lying,” He groaned. “I know. You and Bucky have been spending a lot of time together, you two are really close. Anyone could see that you two have a thing.”

“Steve, what the hell? Are you even listening to yourself. I love you-”

“But I don’t love you.”

You felt like the air was knocked out of you, you felt dizzy. You had come to terms with it a while ago, hearing it come out of his mouth made it worse. You nodded, walking away from Steve, throwing your book on the ground. “Just so you know, Bucky and I were kept at Hydra together. He was the only person there, we helped each other. Hope you’re happy.” You walked out, running into everyone else. They all gave you a sympathetic smile, you pushed past all of them, walking into your room and slamming your door.


When that happened, you didn’t leave your room for almost a week. You rarely ate, you didn’t leave your bed, you left your door locked and ignored everyone who knocked on the door.  Natasha finally kicked your door in, walking to you and yanking you out of bed. She forced you to shower and the two of you walked into the kitchen, she made you some breakfast and stood there and watched you eat it. You didn’t say a word the entire time, you didn’t look her in the eye and didn’t look at anyone else while they walked into the kitchen and made some food.

You spent a lot of time avoiding Steve, you didn’t hang out with the whole team on free days, you would only spend your time with Wanda and Natasha. They knew not to ask you anything, they just stayed with you as you all hung out in your room. You walked out of your room one day, you were getting hungry and decided to get some food. It was your road to recovery, eat right again and slowly start hanging out with the team more.

You dug through the cabinets, trying to find your secret stash of chocolate that you kept in one of the higher drawers. Someone cleared their throat, making you jump and almost fall on your butt. You looked and saw the one person you were trying to avoid until you were ready to talk.

“Do you need help?” He asked, you looked back up at the cabinets giving in. You gave him a nod, he walked over to you and grabbed your chocolate with ease. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

You gave him a quick nod, dashing out of the kitchen but being stopped by a hand tugging at your wrist. “I’m an idiot.” You didn’t look at him, just looked at the ground not saying a word. “I’m an idiot, I was grieving and I didn’t know what to do. I freaked out. I did and said things that I didn’t mean. I miss you, I miss you so much (Y/N) it hurts. I was stupid and I hurt you. Please forgive me.” You felt tears start clouding your eyes, you looked up at Steve who already had tears rolling down his face.

“I didn’t mean what I said, I love you. I have loved you ever since I laid eyes on you. I love you so much.” He whispered, tears slowly fell down your face as you continued to look at Steve.

“I love you and I miss you so much Steve.” He walked up to you wrapping his arms tightly around you, you laid your head on his chest as you still continued to cry.

“I love you.”

anonymous asked:

Same with Harry tho? He didn't go to the x factor to sit at home while everyone else have careers. Why shouldn't he have a career because louis isnt that good right know? Why should he ruin his and don't do the thing he love which is singing. Do you guys hear yourself right now? This is so gross. So if I say I don't want to support louis until it's over, then i'm a nasty person but when you do that to Harry, then it's suddenly ok. Don't even bother supporting him later. Harry isn't just Larry.

genuine question but can you read?