i watched this again last night


Barely slept last night… got a damn death rattle stuck in my chest… omg… coughed so hard I swear I thought I was going to die last night… go figure!!! Surgery and one hella chest cold– I can’t fucking win. Every time I lay down, the damn death rattle starts up again! (fucking kill me now) 

So spent most of the day taking little naps in my chair and just watching bad tv… Got a few docs ready for some exchanges… put some ideas together… but all in all… didn’t do much of anything but start about six wips (one shots). 

Was feeling dehydrated and was glad my son went and got me some coconut water– I love this stuff and guzzled it down, that really helped… 

But I’m rambling… still got this death rattle in my chest… and the couching hurts soooooo bad– but will be at my parents tomorrow for Thanksgiving! 

Maybe I can combine all these thoughts and ideas in my head and get some shit done here soon– mostly gonna be working on four different Secret Santa Fics to post next month, and the Knock up Yuuri Week. 

Got a milestone I hit today on Tumblr!!! Debating what to do for this!!!! Still accepting ideas! We could always do prompts for drabbles or short one shots!

Ok… Im rambling… Thanks for letting me whine… I know I haven’t been a lot of fun lately… 

i started watching some kpop videos last night at like 2am and i cut that one off real quick i let myself fall victim to dan and phil and it will not happen again


*inspired by the Justice League I watched last night*

It was almost the end of the world…. Weird creatures attacking our planet again … Nothing else to do, besides unite!

You weren’t allowed to go to battle with your husband, definitely not because you were pregnant. But simply because you don’t quite have superpowers besides sneaking and knowing secrets, oh boy the secrets you knew … That was what you were trading with.

It has been 52 hours since they left. No internet, no news. You and another girl stood in the huge living room. You were peacefully reading a book and she was nervously pouting around.

-        Can you please stop! - she looked shocked at you. - Your first rodeo?

She really looked worried.

-        They will be fine. – you turn the other page.
-        My boy … finance, already died once …
-        Lucky you … - that came up completely wrong, well not that much, sometimes you wish yours was dead too, but only sometimes - I meant… You know, they will at least go back for him. - there was bitterness in your voice. Will they go back for yours too…

Another hour passed by.

-        Why aren’t you worried?
-        I live with the thought my King may die any second, so we live like there will be no tomorrow. And instead of us doing it so now, I pursway him to go and help … - your eyes hot tearly.
-        Oh, it’s ok … - she rushed to you - Don’t cry, it’s bad for the baby.

You brust in laughing.

-        It’s my 6-th one darling, I know how to handle babies.

Her eyes widened.

-        6?
-        Yep, he said we will never have sex again after the twins, which was like 2 and half years ago, but he lasted only 3 days… - you both laughed - And I got him drunk 5 months ago, we had unprotected sex, and voala! - you pointed at your big belly.
-        Wow…
-        What about you, any kids, plans, something … Or you are waiting after the wedding.
-        Well he was… - she paused for a second.
-        Oh dear … - you rubbed her back - I didn’t mention to strike a nerve here.
-        No, he was in … coma, we weren’t sure if he was going to wake up. So we are keeping it slow, for now.

You smiled. An old man came in, holding a baby boy.

-        Simeone’s clingy.
-        Come here. - you took your son. - Say “hello” Brandon. - the boy stopped crying as he saw you and waved at the girl. After he hugged you for a while. He took off and went to the old man.
-        Looks like uncle Al got himself busy! - you joked after you saw the others creeping him from behind.
-        Yes. - he answered calmly. But you could tell he was at the pick of his happiness.
-        So… - she looked questioning.
-        God, no! - you laughed.

Another hour went by.

You were dying on the inside, but didn’t let your kids see it. They had dinner and went to bed. You and the girl were yet again left alone; “uncle Al” was on duty to help the team United. As you could understand from your oldest daughter it wasn’t sunshine and rainbows there. It was very possible they may die wile saving the world. She just texted you this.

-        How old are they?
-        The oldest girl is 12, the other is 6, the boy is 4 and the twins are 2 and a half. - you simply smiled and suddenly burst into tears.
She came and hug you again.
-        Please don’t cry, if it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead by worry right now.
-        I am dead already … - you manage to sob, hugging your belly - this will be my last memory if him.
-        Don’t talk like this. They will…
-        No one will care, not to mention come back for the Clown Prince Of Crime! - you yelled.
She froze, moving away at the couch.
-        Yeah, Ms. Lane, they will come back for your alien, but no one will do for my King. - you wiped your tears and got up. - Now if you excuse me, I need to pee.

It was around 3 in the morning. She hasn’t spoke to you since you told her who you are. Alfred didn’t call either with news.

-        So why are you here, as you are the bad guy? - she asked with visible hate in her tone.
-        Who do you think made all the “ bad guys” - you made air quotes with you fingers - go and join the quest? I trade with secrets, and I am also very good at convincing people … As they had the guts, and found it their duty to rob a bank, it is their duty to save the world they live in, as there will be no banks to rob otherwise… - she stayed silent, she knew you were right, but refused to admit it.
-        They are back! - Alfred informed on the com.

* At the Jet Plane*

-        Someone wake him up!
-        Are you serious?
-        Arthur, do as I say!
-        Is he dead?
-        No, Barry, he is not dead, but we will be, if he is not awake when we land.
-        He is alive!
-        You have that kind of system too, awesome. – Barry fangirled.
-        Can you wake him up, Victor?
-        I think yes, Barry will have to sting him a little, and he will be fine.
-        No way man, that’s the Joker, I am not gonna touch him!
-        Are you scared of him to?
-        It’s not funny mermaid.
-        Don’t call me mermaid, Tin man.
-        Boys, calm down!
-        Thank you, Diana. Why are you so quiet, Clark?
-        I want to rest, that’s it.
-        Guys, he is waking up, he is waking up … - Barry stepped away, next to Victor. Arthur was sitting between Clark and Diana. And all were staring at J, lying across them.
-        Fuck… - he yelled, putting his hand on his head.
-        You will live, it’s just a scratch, Victor said it won’t even leave a scar.
-        But my hair is ruined, B! She is soo gonna kill you!
-        We just won a …
-        You haven’t met his Queen! - Bruce was fast enough to answer.

Mr. J just smiled and sit.

-        Do you want a pain killer? - Victor asked.
-        I live for the pain! - he growled - Are you scared child?
-        Nope, I am not, completely not …
-        You should be. Btw who is keeping my wife company?
-        Louis.
-        You left my fiance with the maniac’s wife? - Clark stood up, and Diana follows, worried they will get in a fight again.
-        Chill, the only think your chatty reporter can learn from my maniac wife is how to get you drunk and get herself pregnant.

And then it happened … Bruce brust into laughter. A thing no one had seen or heard before. He was laughing loudly. And it was a pure heart laughter.

-        Don’t laugh man. Just don’t … Not that I don’t love them, just … I am not sure if I am physically able to love them all ant not broke into pieces.

They were all again shattered by this simple and yet unexpected confession. And how close these two “arch enemies” seem to be.

-        It’s the 6-th one right?
-        Yeah … I think she is planning on collection or something. - J said, fixing what’s left of his hair. He was having a big scratch on his right, and half of his hair was gone.
-        Wait … - Diana started - you are enemies.
-        Yes we are … - Bruce said.
-        We kinda created each other … So … Why not go friends as well?
-        You are friends?
-        Jealous much, Superman? - J blinked at him. - I named one of my kids after him. - J lied back - Me and my wifey were on a romantic date, breakibg into Gotham First Bank, and the old rat, over there, took forever to come and catch us, that we manage to even had sex. It was awkward…
-        Having sex in the vault? - Barry asked.
-        It was awkward for me catching them…
-        Doing it in the vault … - J started laughing.
-        Because of people like this I live in the ocean.
-        So your son is named after him? - Clark asked.
-        No, Bruce is an ugly name, we picked Brandon instead.
-        I am gonna finally see him.
-        Well you would’ve done it earlier when they were born, my Queen send you an invitation.
-        I was busy.
-        Yeah, go and lie someone else… - J played it offended.

The plane landed.

-        How’s my hair? - J asked Diana. She stared at him, with no answer.
-        You are fine. - Bruce tapped his shoulder.
-        You know you are getting it, right.
-        Yeah I know.

The plane door opened, Arthur was first followed by Diana and Clark, and Barry and Victor, J was fixing his hair in desperate attempt to hide the half that was missing.

You and Lois were standing there waiting. Clark come and hug her. You on the other hand were not that patient and went through, as you walk, Victor stood at your way.

-        Go away, overgrown toaster! – you yelled and he stepped away in surprise.
-        Oh, boy! – Barry whispered, certain you will be in his “I am afraid of” list.
As you saw J you screamed loudly, causing everyone to turn at you.
-        Your eyes are red. A few tears for your long-lost boss?
-        Tears of joy, I hate job hunting.
-        Vacations over! – he said grinning. Quoting movie lines was indeed your thing.

You rushed and hug him. He was dirty and smelly, but it didn’t matter to you. You cover him in kissed while crying loudly. He just pet your hair, the long looks he so much love. As you stopped to take a breath you noticed his wound. You gasped and covered your mouth; tears were coming all over again.

-        Chill, Doll, it won’t even leave a scar, and … the hair will grow back again. – he started.

You looked at Batman.

-        Ma’am.

You smiled. And kissed your King’s lips gently.

-        Ugh … you stink…
-        Like s superhero, I know! – he hugged you and started walking to the inside of the cave.
-        It’s disgrosting! You can’t hug our kids like this.
-        I know … Why are you shaking, are you cold?
-        I forgot to pee. – you whined and he laughed, slapping your butt, and you rush inside.
-        Run, Forrest, Run! – he yelled after you laughing.
-        Do you know they have 5 kids? – Louis whispered to Clark.
-        Did she told you how to get me drunk and get yourself pregnant?
-        Yes, she insisted on me doing this, saying you are prefect gene material.
-        Please don’t do this to me, I’ll volunteer. – they both laughed and walked in.

Only Barry, Victor, Bruce and Diana were left.

-        They are odd. – Barry started – but they are indeed couple goals … - the others stared at him – What, you know it’s true, just look at them. Like the Addams family but … in a homicide manic way …
-        Yes, they are! – Bruce agreed.
-        You may take some notes. – Diana teased.
Alfred walked in.
-        Master Wayne, your nephews are waiting.
-        Are they all look like him?

Alfred chuckled.

-        Oh, man… - Bruce took his mask off. – And I thought the worst part was over.

They all got a shower and get prepared for dinner, or very early breakfast.

-        Why does the other kids have such big age difference from the first one? – Alfred asked as he was fixing Bruce’s shirt, who was still in huge pain to do it himself.
-        The first one was Jack’s, before he turned into The Joker, they are a couple since kids, she was 14 when the girl was born.
-        And he told you this, when you were …
-        Yes. His father killed my parents and I pushed him into the chemicals … I guess we are even now. Why do you think they keep sending me invitations of baby showers and sonogram photos.
-        So you check them? – Alfred smiled.
-        Well … you can tell he is the only friend I have … in a way.
-        You have more now. It’s not a bad thing.
-        As long as they don’t turn into psychopaths, I guess it is.

In your room the kids were hugging and kissing their father.

-        So you are e hero now? – the oldest asked.
-        Yep! Right in Batsy’s face.

They all laughed and cheered.

-        Come on, time for food.
-        But you just ate mom. – the other girl said.
-        Dunno, if it was for me or for him, so I have to eat again.
-        Doll … - J grabbed your hand, letting you alone in the room, after the girls ran to meet uncle B. – You could’ve said you wanted another kid. It was a dick move!
You laughed.
-        I knew this will happen, and I suspect you will want to help, because if the children, and I … I was afraid, you won’t come back, so I wanted to have as much memories of you as I could.

He looked at his feet smiling.

-        Liar! You want a full collection don’t you!
-        Fuck you, J! Can’t a girl dream.
-        Anything my Queen wants!
-        Baby wants, baby gets! – you smiled and kissed him gently. – I hope this hair will be fine soon, or I will be the end of the world.
-        Yes, Ma’am!


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I’m watching La La Land and it’s ok but it could be a lot better!

  • Ryan Gosling didn’t seem suited to the musical aspects of the role, maybe cast a different hearthrob with more experience in the genre, like Zac Efron
  • Emma Stone similarly didn’t seem to thrive with the singing and dancing, so maybe cast someone again with experience and heck why not someone with proven chemistry with zac efron.. maybe vanessa hudgens
  • Maybe if the male love interest was into something a little more relatable than Jazz? Like maybe basketball? 
  • Female character seemed a little flat, maybe if she was also incredibly gifted with math and science? 
  • Setting of LA wasn’t particularly relatable, maybe if it was set somewhere universal? Like High School? 
  • Just watch High School Musical

An open letter to my husband

by reddit user VenomousHeroine

A friend of mine recently bought a second hand laptop from a busy garage sale, the seller said that the thing won’t turn on. Being the nerd that he is, my friend got it working and found a strange letter saved on it. He mailed it to me after I asked him if I could share it here. So here goes:

“Dear Matthew,

I’m writing to you to tell you that I know everything that you do not want me to know. I know you must dread hearing this- especially coming from me, but I really need you to listen to what I have to say.

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One of the most underrated things about Moana (I think) is that the film makes a real point of showing how Moana is perfectly happy where she is at the start of the film. Her father tells her that she can find happiness ‘where you are’; Moana admits she’ll be satisfied on the island. But she still wants more, and she goes out and gets more, because she knows her life won’t be complete until she does that.

So many Disney films show the central character escaping abusive or painful situations (Belle, Cinderella, Hercules, Mulan, Dumbo) and for many people that is a really, really important thing to have in your childhood. But so many people are told that if you’re satisfied with your lot in life - decent job, lovely parents, nice friends - you’ve no reason to long for anything more. And I think it’s fantastic that Moana challenges the idea that ‘good enough’ should be enough.

Lucas Sinclair S2 Appreciation Post
  • Is the only one who actually works to get money for Dragon’s Lair
  • Fact: has the best poses when the boys are getting their pictures taken in their ghostbuster costumes
  • Calls out Mike for assuming he should be Winston because he’s black
  • “TooOOotALY toooobuuularrRRR”
  • When Dustin thinks he’s discovered a new species, Lucas’s first instinct is to show Mr. Clarke + when Will thinks it may be from the upside down Lucas suggests they take D’art to Hopper = the only sensible child in this show. Don’t be afraid to ask for help kids!!!
  • THE ICONIC DOOR KICK !!!!!!! !!!!!!1111!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Somehow makes jumping out of a dumpster look cool
  • Oh man, Caleb McLaughlin’s acting when he asks Max “how do you know about El?”
  • In that one line he conveys how much Lucas: 1. misses El, 2. cares about El, 3. wants to protect El, 4. is sad that El’s gone, and 5. feels guilty for not saving El. (asdjskafsdfh am I reading too much into this?? I’m sorry his friendship with El is just A Lot™ for me.)
  • Goes to his dad for love advice (seriously the only one that has any faith in adults) and listens to him (thank god there’s at least one healthy biological father-son relationship on this show)
  • After he tells Max about Eleven, he says, it feels “like yesterday” that they lost her. (Seriously FIGHT ME if you think El disappearing didn’t affect Lucas (or Dustin!))
  • Is such a good listener when talking to Max on the roof of the bus. He lets her pause as long as she needs to when she’s thinking about what she wants to say and when she finishes speaking, he doesn’t say anything right away because he’s processing what she said and wants to give a thoughtful, comforting response instead of saying the first thing that comes to mind.
  • Binoculars
  • Bandana
  • Wrist rocket
  • Most characters are lucky to get one (1) iconic accessory. This boy has THREE.
  • He also puts the black paint gunk stuff (i dont fucking know what it’s called ok??) under his eyes because when he’s gearing up to fight upside down monsters he commits to the Look™.
  • Anyone who kicks Billy Hargrove in the balls is a hero to me
  • Doesn’t let anyone talk shit about his girlfriend’s driving skills. Mike: she’s only driven in a parking lot. Lucas: “That counts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!11!!!”
  • Practices asking Max to dance. so. many. times.
  • Still manages to fuck it up. #RelatableAF.
  • His hesitation to put his hands on Max’s waist. Someone help this boy, he’s so nervous.
  • His face after Max kisses him is so precious. I can’t even describe it. Gifs don’t do it justice. Just go back and watch the whole snow ball scene again, you know you want to anyway.
  • In conclusion, Lucas Sinclair continued to be a icon in season 2 and idk how anyone couldn’t love him.

anonymous asked:

OK but for the family au what if yuuri took yuri to watch viktor coach only to witness viktor annihilating the adult skaters with words instead of being a precious bean like he is with the kids


My Top 3 pick: #2 Choon Entertainment’s Kim Yongguk/Jin Longguo (the hidden jewel)

“No one knows who i am. No one knows what kind of person I am. I would feel confident if there is someone that will care about me. I want to hear ‘Kim Yongguk did well’”

P/S: You did very well! You have changed a lot. You have improved. I am so happy you gained confidence. You made so many friends and no more being alone. I will always support you and let’s debut in the near future. I’ll wait.



So yea i really like the short film In A Heartbeat! I’ve been doodling these two all night! I went to sleep at 06:00 but woke up at 09:20 to feed my doggos and let them get fresh air, and then after that, my doggos and I fell asleep again and woke up at 15:00.

Well that’s not important! What’s important or these cute kids! (and cute heart!) I want to draw more of these two but I also want to watch a movie too because i’m so tired. So i choose movie! 

One last thing! Excuse my handwriting if you can’t see what it says!

Thank you Beth David and Esteban Bravo for making such a nice film!  @inaheartbeat-film


 trigger heavy :  death, murder, blood, etc.  be cautious when reading and reblogging.                     please be sure and to change any of the pronouns if need be and / or as you see fit!   

in  the  killer’s  pov  : 

  • ❝  why are you screaming? i haven’t even cut on you yet?  ❞
  • ❝  oh, don’t you cry! i’ve killed a million times before.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m going to count to ten and when i’m finished, you’ll be dead.  ❞
  • ❝  scream all you want! no one will hear you down here!!  ❞
  • ❝  wooo! yeah! scream all you want! i’ll scream with you! mighty good time, yeah!  ❞
  • ❝  what’s the pointing in kidnapping if you aren’t going to do any killing?  ❞
  • ❝  i usually like to get to know my victims a little before i kill them.  ❞
  • ❝  every killer for himself, huh? it’s a dog eat dog world, huh?  ❞
  • ❝  you know what they say, once a killer, always a killer.  ❞
  • ❝  go on and run! run as fast as you can! i love a good chase!  ❞
  • ❝  you can run but you can’t hide! i’m going to find you and kill you!  ❞
  • ❝  see, i’ve stalked you for sometime before finally snatching you up!  ❞
  • ❝  i didn’t want to kill you whenever i brought you here but now, i have no choice!  ❞
  • ❝  you may think this is a one time thing but i promise, i will kill again.  ❞
  • ❝  come out, come out! wherever you are! you can’t hide from me forever!  ❞
  • ❝  there’s no turning back now! there’s no one coming for you, except for me!  ❞

in  the  victims  pov  : 

  • ❝  please! no! please!! don’t do this to me! please! ❞
  • ❝  why are you doing this to me? please! just let me go!  ❞
  • ❝  please, if you let me go, i won’t tell anybody about this! ❞
  • ❝  this is the part where things are switched up in your routines, victim kills the killer.  ❞
  • ❝  i told you already, i don’t why he/she/they let me go! he/she/they just did.  ❞
  • ❝  sometimes i can still see their face whenever i close my eyes.  ❞
  • ❝  why kill me? you can use me as ransom? my family loves me and has money!  ❞
  • ❝  oh, god, oh no!! please someone help me! HELP ME!  ❞
  • ❝  no, this isn’t real! NO, this isn’t happening to me! no, no, no, please.  ❞
  • ❝  oh, what’s the matter? surprised to see i made it out of your little death trap?  ❞
  • ❝  you’ll never get away with this! you hear me! you’ll never get away with it!  ❞
  • ❝  you’re sick! stop laughing! stop laughing, you sick son of a bitch!  ❞
  • ❝  when i get out of here, i’m going to run but i’ll be back for you, just wait. ❞
  • ❝  what — what are you doing? what are you going to do with that?  ❞
  • ❝  please, listen to me!! you have the wrong person!  ❞
  • ❝  oh god, you’re the killer everyone has been talking about! please, don’t hurt me! ❞

in  the  killer’s  lover  pov  :

  • ❝  long night? you’re covered in blood. ❞
  • ❝  i’ve missed you, though, i was still able to see you on the news.  ❞
  • ❝  wait, you went out and killed someone? without me? ❞
  • ❝  you’re hitting the news everywhere we go, we won’t be able to run forever. ❞
  • ❝  if you never let me a part of anything, why should i let you stay here?  ❞
  • ❝  as much as i enjoy you covered in blood, let’s get you cleaned up, in the shower. ❞
  • ❝  this is the third night in a row you come home covered in blood!  ❞
  • ❝  i’m just saying, maybe we should take some time off from killing..  ❞
  • ❝  i just don’t want you out so much with the police cracking down and all.  ❞
  • ❝  please, hurry back!! i’m afraid i might not ever seen you again when you leave.  ❞
  • ❝  you can’t keep killing, at least not without me around, to protect you.  ❞
  • ❝  if we keep doing this at this rate we’ll be as dead as our victims. ❞
  • ❝  wait!! i’m not leaving! are you crazy? this is my home!  ❞
  • ❝  help me lift him/them/her,  their/she/he’s heavy!!  
  • ❝  oh, brother, we really did a number on this one. i’m not cleaning it up.  ❞
  • ❝  you’re cleaning this one up, i cleaned up the last one.  ❞
  • ❝  here, finish her/him/them off, you look better doing it, i like to watch.  ❞

in  the  town / city’s  pov  :

  • ❝  can you believe it? there’s a killer roaming about and they have yet to catch ‘em. ❞
  • ❝  do you think that this killer is working all alone?  ❞
  • ❝  how hard is it to catch a killer? ❞
  • ❝  that killer on the loose made today’s news again.  ❞
  • ❝  haven’t you heard? the media just released a serial killer on the loose. ❞
  • ❝  i don’t want you out at night with this killer roaming around.  ❞
  • ❝  i can’t believe the media withheld information about that serial killer.  ❞
  • ❝  wait, you mean you don’t know? do you not watch the news?  ❞
  • ❝  what kind of serial killer doesn’t have a specific method when killing?  ❞
  • ❝  i can’t believe i’m living in a town / city where there is a serial killer loose.  ❞
  • ❝  if they don’t catch that killer soon, i’m packing up and moving. ❞
  • ❝  why are you so paranoid and scared all of a sudden? it’s just the police.  ❞
  • ❝  ever since this killer made news, you’ve been super paranoid.  ❞
  • ❝  did you hear? they think they may have finally caught that killer.  ❞
  • ❝  this killer is still killing people each day, how is this possible?  ❞
  • ❝  i still don’t understand why people take serial killer news the wrong way, as if it’s good.  ❞ 
nochu unsolved (m)

Pairing:  Jungkook x Reader
Genre: boyfriend!jungkook , smut, comedy, fluff
Warnings: thigh riding, dry humping, panty fetish, creampie, graveyard sex, mention of past emo Jungkook lmao
Word Count:  8k+
Summary:  cryptid hunting with your boyfriend doesn’t go quite as planned…

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The Temptation of Voices

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

A/N: Bucky Voices Soulmate au

Part 1

Part 2

You were so nervous for this coffee date. It was a date. Though it pained you to admit it, through all of the apprehension, you were kind of looking forward to it. The voice that had scared you for years with it’s comfort and reassuring words was waiting just a few hundred feet in front of you.

The fact was you were curious. Meeting him had been terrifying but a great relief at the same time because you’d been dreading it for years. Part of you had expected a giant piano to fall out of the sky and crush him the moment he said hi but funnily enough that didn’t happen. Now that you’d actually had chance to think about it he was probably the best soulmate you could hope for because, although he was reputed to be in constant danger, he was also probably the most dangerous individual you’d ever know. You’d read up on him and he was a fighter down to the bones. Not much was known about the last seventy years but he’d been in the howling commandos and his best friend was famous for punching hitler.

You were torn between the good and the bad and the only thing keeping you moving forward was the fact that you’d told him you’d come.

Stopping outside the looming revolving doors, you took a deep breath and walked in. James was stood a few feet to the left of the doors leaning casually against the wall and holding two drinks. “I got you coffee.” He smiled pushing off and sauntering towards you.

“Coffee before coffee, how gracious.” You tentatively smiled, tilting your head back as he got closer. Wow, he was really tall. James grinned amused and almost relaxed as he caught your thought. His eyes then darted behind you and you saw the amusement fade. You turned to look but all you saw were people going about the business in the huge lobby. You turned back to see him glaring at the distance so you slipped into his thoughts and almost choked on your drink. You downed at as quickly as you could while you processed what you’d just seen.

Captain America was sat at a Starbucks with sunglasses and baseball cap on, somehow managing to make reading a newspaper suspicious. On the same table there was a woman with bright red hair and a man whose shirt looked like its sleeves had been torn off staring resolutely away from you. You caught James’s thought of those fuckers before you were back in your own head, dumping his and your empty cups in the trash and grabbing his hand. You practically frog marched him out of the doors in the hurry to ask him what was going on.

“They’re my teammates and to say they defend the world they’re pretty fucking gossipy.” He emphasized the last bit, glaring into a security camera on the corner of the building. Not even a second later his phone beeped and he glanced at it and scowled. He then picked up a rock, turned back towards the camera and threw it so hard the the device scrunched backwards a good few inches into the brick. It now resembled a mashed potato in a pothole. You just looked at him incredulously. Was that meant to be a faux casual show of strength or did he just genuinely damage property when he received unsavory messages?

“Only when I’m being watched and mocked on a date with a pretty dame.” He flirted kissing the back of your hand. You hadn’t even noticed he was still holding it. You blushed then cringed in slight horror. Since when were you the type to blush at such a cheesy action? To your surprise you weren’t embarrassed by him, just your own reaction. Where had all of your previous confidence gone? “The same place mine probably went the first time I laid eyes on you.” His smooth reply to your errant seemed to bring it right back.

“You know it’s kinda rude to reply to my inner monologue.” He threw his head back and laughed. Holy shit, even his throat was hot, how in the fuck was that a thing. His thumb affectionately rubbed the back of your hand as if in responce.

“You know my friend Bruce says soulmates exist in a state of shared consciousness so your inner monologue is technically mine too.” He waggled his eyebrows and you snorted.

“Are you implying I’m not capable of independent thought James?” He swallowed thickly, gaze turning heated. You caught his thought of I love it when she says my name like that and found yourself thrown completely off-kilter, tripping over your own feet and watching the curb come up to meet you. Just as you closed your eyes in preparation for impact, an arm wrapped solidly around your waist and swung you up. You opened your eyes cautiously in disorientation only to find a pair of familiar baby blues staring at you. You were leaned back with one foot in the air, the only thing keeping you from hitting the ground was his arm.

“You know I usually take a dame dancing before I dip her.” He didn’t move; just watched you as if in challenge.

“I usually get through a first date before I let a guy put his arm around my waist, so I guess we’re both going against the norm.” You reached a hand up to touch his face and he brought you back to your feet. You cupped his face with one hand and he leaned in, but just before your lips brushed you grabbed his hand and spun around pulling him along behind you. He didn’t quite stumble but you found yourself hyper aware of his irregular breathing.

You tried to ease the tension commenting flippantly “You never really told me where you were taking me. There are thousands of coffee shops in New York.”

“Yeah…It’s uh…just over here.” He moved in front of you and you let him pull you along, thankful that he’d left the moment and your reaction alone.

You were so distracted by your own thoughts that you crashed into him when you stopped. His lips quirked as he looked down at you then he motioned to the building in front of him. You turned to look at it and immediately lost it. First it was just uncontrollable giggle but it soon progressed when you saw him looking slightly affronted. Then you laughed so hard you had tears running down your face and were choking on your breaths. When you finally got yourself under control you looked up at him again, his expression had changed to neutral but you could fee his confusion but vague amusement at your reaction. “What’s so funny doll?” You just grinned at him, truly at ease for the first time since you’d met him. Fate was definitely fucking with you and at this point you were just fine with that.

“I own this place.” He gaped at you then looked between you and your shop.

“You’re joking.” He looked oddly delighted. Makes sense I that was drawn to it.

“You’ve never even been here before.” You stated plainly.He raised a brow at you. Now who’s listening to internal monologues?

“I come here every Sunday lunch with Steve.” He said Steve’s name fondly belying his affection for the other man.

Of course he would come on the only day you took off. He’d been so close this whole time. You really were destined to meet him. Looks like it was only a matter of time anyway. “Still want a coffee? I can get us the owner’s discount.” You teased with a shake of your head and a grin.

He nodded and let you lead him inside to your favorite little booth in the corner. You sat him down then stood back doing your best impression of the flirty waitress. “Hello sir, what can I do for you today?” He leaned his head in his hand and smiled crookedly.

“Whatever you think I’ll like doll.” I’m sure no matter what you give me it’ll taste great, just knowing you crafted it will give me a rush. To your chagrin you blushed again.

You turned in an effort to hide it and virtually ran to the counter throwing a careless “Of course sir” over your shoulder. You went straight for your employee Liz, who you knew worked the Sunday lunch rush. “Hey Liz, you see that guy in the back over there.” You started pointing vaguely over your shoulder. “Well apparently he’s a regular and I forgot to ask his order. You wouldn’t happen to remember it would you?” She glanced up then gasped and giggled.

“Oh my God! It’s Lush Locks!” She squealed grabbing your shoulders as she jumped in excitement. She dragged you behind the snack stand then stood at stared at him from behind a carrot cake.

You furrowed your brow and took a slight step back “What?”

“Oh wow, I forgot. You’ve never even seen him.” She was aghast at the very thought. “That man and his friend” she abruptly tilted her head in thought “or lover, come here every Sunday and order the same two drinks using a different name every time. We don’t know what to call them so we made up our own names: Lush Locks and Jaw Line. Everyone flirts with them but they never flirt back. Jenny’s convinced they’re together but I swear on my life I’ve seen Jaw Line check me out. They’re so hot, like some of the girls even unbutton their blouses and roll up their skirts before waiting on their table.” She paused again then cleared her throat as she realized she was talking to her boss. “But I would never do that because that would be extremely unprofessional.” She tried to smile demurely but as soon as her gaze strayed back to James a dreamy look overcame her. At least it was good to know you hadn’t turn into a bumbling idiot because you’d met your soulmate. No it was just because he was insanely hot.

You tried to refocus yourself instead of checking out his thighs with Liz. Damn they were some good thighs, especially in those oh so tight jeans. Your mouth watered slightly and you shook yourself out of it. It suddenly hit you how much your mind had changed since you met him. You shouldn’t been flirting with him. You should be telling him why he couldn’t be with you but you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop this. You’d only known him a day yet you felt like you were already tied to him.

Oh no, you promised yourself you’d never do this, you swore. You started to panic and set off towards your office. You didn’t want anyone to see you fall apart. As soon as you were inside you slammed the door and slid down to the floor behind your desk. You were already falling for him. It was impossible and ridiculous but somehow true. You’d barely known him twenty-four hours but you felt like you’d known him your entire life. In a way you had. He’d always been a presence in the back of your mind, not always speaking but always there. You’d never been alone and you hadn’t even realized it. It was too late.

Suddenly the door banged opened and James was somehow in front of you. He brushed the hair out of your face and cupped your cheek with a gentleness you didn’t think possible for someone who seemed so immense. “Calm down doll, it’s all gonna be okay.” You tried but you just couldn’t control your erratic breathing, it was happening again. He bit his lip as he looked you over. You could feel the concern and sorrow shifting through him. In a split second decision you jumped into his arms and to your utter relief he caught you. I’ll always catch you doll.

He sat down and placed you in his lap wrapping his arms around you from behind. Breathe with me. He pressed you against him tightly so you could feel every rise and fall of his chest and you followed it with your own. Within minutes you had calmed and let yourself lean into him.

“Are you gonna tell me what that was about Y/N?” He whispered into your ear. His arms crossed your chest banding you to him, his fingers massaging your sides with calculated ease.

“Did you not hear?” You asked in a low voice, turning to rest your head on his shoulder.

“No. I only felt a rush of panic and terror, but I have a feeling it’s connected to your freak out last night.” He didn’t look at you but his arms tightened further and he moved to rest his chin on your head.

You shut your eyes and wound your arms into his. He curled his legs into yours and kissed your forehead. You’d never felt as safe in your life. You began to tell him your story. Of your mother and father and the fear that instilled in you from an early age. Of your best friend’s loss that only fueled that fear, and the constant dread you felt before meeting him that had morphed into an awful feeling of panic whenever you thought too much about him. He listened in still silence for what must have been hours. After you’d finally told him everything you felt simultaneously drained and relieved.

You felt his mind and knew you weren’t the only one with things to get off your chest. “For almost seventy years I was alone. I never noticed because I was constantly around people but it was just me. Everyone had someone else’s thoughts running through their heads at all times for better or worse but I was the odd one out. Everyone just assumed my soulmate had died before I was born but I could never accept that. I always held out a hope, well at least until I was captured.” You turned sharply trying to catch his eye but he looked away. “I’ll tell you that story another time doll. The point is at my darkest time you appeared. At first you were just a tiny bubble of wonder and fun but every time I came back you were slightly different, slightly older. You were the one constant that always brought me back to myself, which I needed.” His voice cracked on the words. “I really needed that, doll.In fact I think I fell in love with you the first time you told me to fuck off. You felt so much and it bled into me. You never knew it but you were everything I needed.”

By the time he finished his smile looked a bit watery and you choked up. Tears started to slip down your face and you buried your face in his chest. He whispered sweet nothings into your head and you replied with everything you liked about him, that drew him to you. It was soon dark and you were drowsy. Neither of you had moved in hours and you had started to fall asleep against his chest. You’d known him for years. You trusted him implicitly. Vaguely you heard him make a phone call then you were in his arms and moving. You thought you heard him speak to Liz but you weren’t really paying attention. Soon you were in a car and he was talking in a low voice to another man.

You faded in and out of consciousness for a while after but you distinctly remember being laid gently down on a bed. The warmth of the arms that had carried you tried to move away  but you couldn’t accept that. You grabbed an cool weird feeling hand and pulled it towards you. The warmth laid beside you and you cuddled up, content at least for the night.

Part 4


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I knew what true love would feel like. Or maybe sound like and look like. I’ve read about it in books all my life, I’ve watched it in movies. And I was expecting something just like what I read. And then last night you said something. It wasn’t anything like those books. It wasn’t romantic or poetic or anything. But those words were dripping with love, and those words were full of feelings, real, true, heartfelt feelings. And I fell for you all over again. I thought I know how to love, but you inspire me still. I can’t say I’ve fallen in love, but one thing is sure, I’ve found love in you. I’d read about men like you, and love like ours, but that was fiction. I didn’t know it can exist, or yes maybe I hoped it can, but I didn’t entirely believe in it. But yes it does. And all I can be is thankful to have no one, but you in my life. But it breaks my heart to know I am not yours to keep, neither are you mine to be. And all I wish is that you find someone you truly deserve and someone who’s worth you. Because you are the kind of person who’d love the f*ck outta her, and that is also what you deserve in return. I am grateful, that the universe let your soul stop by, even if it was just for a short while.
—  nidhibhasin