if you don like him ha sorry

anemischan  asked:

(You don't have to draw this, pls don't feel inclined to) Idk why but I feel like Geta has like a hygiene thing or he just likes eyebrows to look nice okay. He may judge people by power level and shit, but also if ur eyebrows are okay. One day Ku's are like way out of hand and he gets fed up and sits him the mcfuck down, and starts tweezing them. Ku is writhing in pain and screeching and Geta is like: "Ku you've died before, and fought, but yOU CRY ABOUT THIS??" This is ridiculous but. :)

I’m so sorry if you don’t remember this meme xD I feel like geta wouldn’t care what goku looks like but this is so funny to me. Goku afterwards: “eyebrows on fleek. The fuck.” 

The Couple that Slays Together...

A/N: Ever since the first time Frank Castle came into Daredevil I was hooked, I was like, “Sign me up for scared and horny!” and now that the Punisher series has dropped and since people don’t talk about him enough, I wanted to write a fic about him.

Female reader is written in normal font; Frank’s point of view is in italics.

Pairings: Frank Castle / Female Reader

Word Count: 5,700+ (I’m so sorry, I got carried away)

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Guns, Knives, Blood, Graphic Imagery, Fluff

Blurb: You’re friends and neighbours with Frank Castle; you of course know his identity as The Punisher. One of his targets gets wind of his current plans, and kidnaps you in retaliation to Frank, but they messed with the wrong person.

You were sitting in Frank’s apartment, waiting for him to get home with the dinner. It was a payment for helping stitch him up a few weeks ago when he got slashed with a knife; he said he’d buy you dinner and you were holding him to it.

This week had been particularly shit work wise, your shifts got cut down, and once you paid your bills and some other things, you didn’t really have enough for food, only the basics, milk, bread, instant coffee. So you barged into Frank’s place and told him you were here to collect on the dinner he owed you. He just threw some menus at you and let you pick, and told you to go nuts.

You liked Frank’s apartment. It had a nicer view then yours, and he kept it clean, and simple. He hadn’t lived here long, about three or so months longer than you. But he had far more furniture then you. Guess being a Mercenary pays the bills pretty well.

You always joked with him that if you were a Merc and had an income like his, you’d be living in a penthouse in Manhattan, with a door man and a nice 69’ Corvette Stingray. Frank always shook his head and told you how impractical that would be, and that there were too many cameras and people and you’d get noticed.

You always countered that, if you were a Merc you wouldn’t be afraid if anyone found out. He would just shake his head and leave you to your delusions.

You were skimming Frank’s bookshelf when you heard a rattling at the door.

“Thank god! I’m starving!” you grumbled, as you turned around to face the door a tall man in a black suit with a balaclava over his face smacked you across the side of your head and you crumpled to the floor. You heard him mumble something to his buddies at the door, and then you were unconscious.

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“It has now become a part of my daily routine, missing you. I wake up with the familiar ache in my chest. I shower and try and rinse away the dreams of your hands touching me. I catch myself thinking of your smile in class. I lay in the dark and convince myself that I will be just fine, that I don’t need you. I wake up, and repeat.”

Just because I’m used to it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt like hell. I miss you so badly.

bts as stupid shit my ex has sent to me~

Jin: “you cant say no to this face, it’s a sin”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi: “why tf are you hugging him like that in this photo?”

“i don’t give a fuck if it’s your dad - i’ll fight him”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Namjoon: “sooo you trynna come over and fuck?”

“….”

“shit sorry that was rude of me.”

“*sooo you trynna come over and fuck, please?”

Originally posted by kimdaily

Hoseok: ”a bird just rammed into my windshield and now it wont fly”

“Tsu I’m serious, it’s not fucking moving, what do i do????”

“fuck it it’s bout to be a hit and run, he’s God’s problem now”

Originally posted by jaayhope

Jimin: “tell me im pretty dammit.”

Originally posted by jjks

Taehyung: “stop ignoring me.”

“I said i was sorry!!.”

“She means nothing to me, I swear!”

“Fine you can have your dog back Jesus Christ…”

Originally posted by je0n

Jungkook: “LEMME SEE THE WHOLE TITTY SON.”

Originally posted by nnochu

Richie’s hair (part 3)

To celebrate 1.5k of you beautiful people, I present to you part 3 of my most requested Headcanons

Sorry for typos, I’ll add links soon

- the losers use the fact that touching Richie’s hair calms him down more than they probably should

- considering the fact they’re 17, he has a boyfriend and touching his hair is pretty much a kink now

- he can’t help it, it just feels so damn good

- ‘It feels better than sex Eddie, you don’t understand’

- however the losers don’t know this, they just think it’s like petting a dog on that one spot they like the most

- and Richie can’t protest because he can’t find his words if someone touches his hair

- one particular movie night Richie’s ADHD was pretty bad and ended up with moving around so much that everyone had to either 'beep beep’ him or touch his hair

- So Eddie decided enough was enough, they need to understand d what they’re actually doing to his boyfriend

- so when Richie goes to get more blankets, Eddie stands in the middle of the room and explains it to them

- 'Okay everyone we need to chill with touching Richie’s hair, okay?’

- 'Why, we aren’t trying to steal him from you?’

- 'No, Stan, I know you’re not but it’s just awkward to explain’

- so Eddie eventually explains that they’re pretty much turning Richie on when they’re touching his hair and that having his hair touched is a massive kink for him

- 'Well shit’ - Stan

- they still do it in desperate times and it’s mainly Bev and Eddie who do

- They also now understand why Eddie touches Richie’s hair when they kiss

- And now the losers pick on them about it if they ever see Eddie’s hand anywhere near Richie’s hair

- Like one day they were watching a movie and Georgie decided to join them for it

- Richie and Eddie sat on the sofa with Richie slightly slumped down it with his face pressed against Eddie neck

- like half way through the movie Stan looked over to see Eddie’s hand in Richies dark curls

- he instantly gasps super loud, grabbing Georgie to cover his eyes

- 'Guys ! There’s are children’

- Bill looks up to see what’s happening because why is his boyfriend yelling

- Stan covers Bill’s eyes too

- 'CHILDREN, EDDIE!! How could you taint these innocent minds’

- Richie is too tired to reply, so Eddie does it for him

- 'We all know Bill isn’t innocent Stan’

- Both Stan and Bill go red at that

- another time is when they’re sitting in a restaurant, just getting milkshakes like they do everyday Wednesday

- it’s like a celebration that they got through half the week

- Richie is so exhausted from school that he puts his head face don’t on the table

- Eddie comforts his dramatic boyfriend by placing a hand on his head and ruffling his hair

- they’re rudely interrupted by Bev

- 'Isn’t that like having sex with him in public, though? You guys really shouldn’t do that, ya nasties’

- Eddie just keeps looking at Richie with a red face

- Richie says something but it’s muffled by the table, it was probably an insult

- 'What was that?’

- 'I said Eddie’s mums a nasty’

- 'Ah I thought so…yanno, why do I even date you?!’

- it’s safe to say that there was not more hair-touching that evening

- However the losers also let them have their moments as they watch in awe because let’s face it, they’re adorable

- one day they were meeting up outside school when it finished to go to Bills for their Friday sleepover

- Richie was visibly tired and just done with that day

- he walked up in front of eddie, wrapped his arms around his waist and put his head on Eddie’s shoulder

- the losers watched in concern as their usual happy jokey Richie was obviously not okay

- Eddie placed one hand on Richie’s arm and the other in his hair, knowing just what to do to take his mind off whatever he was thinking about

- 'You good?’

- Eddie only got a muffled 'mhm’ and a nod as a reply

- he looked up to see all the losers watching them and turned red

- another time was at Bill’s house, it was the morning after a sleepover

- Eddie and Richie though they were the only ones awake so naturally they decide cuddling until the losers wake up is the best option

- and cuddling always involves Eddie playing with Richie’s hair

- which ends with Richie become pretty much a noodle whilst laying Eddie

- however they didn’t know that Bev has low-key been watching them the whole time

- she even snaps a photo with her polaroid camera

- she slowly wakes the rest of the losers to appreciate the adorable scene with her

- however she uncovers another cute scene when she realised that Stan and Bill were also cuddling but whilst sleeping

- (she’s used to them doing this because Stan and Bill are the designated cuddlers of the group)

- In their usually position with Bill becoming an octopus and Stan putting a leg over Bills waist and arms around Bill’s neck

- she takes a photo of that too

- all in all there’s an equal amount of teasing and appreciation when it comes to Eddie and Richie


Add more because I know you want too xo

anonymous asked:

It makes me sad that people think nancy treated steve poorly simply for falling out of love with him :/ that's a completely normal experience to go through, not to mention nancy was dealing with losing her best friend at the same time. I'm all for appreciating steve's wonderful character development but can we not put nancy down in order to praise him :( anyways this is just a venting thought haha sorry

exactly! Steve and Nancy are both wonderful characters and you don’t have to hate the other if you love one of them more. I see a lot of ppl saying that Nancy was the worst character this season but …are y’all….forgetting….that there is a racist, abusive asshole with a mullet in s2 or do ppl have selective memory???

-wins

Taller Men

Pairing : SamxReader
Word count : 1,851
Warnings : Smut, Size Kink

Request from Crowley’s : @captain-princess-rose. Can I request a Sam x reader where the reader has a size!kink and she’s really short (5 foot) and Sam likes to tease her and it leads to him finding out about her size kink and it leads to lots of smut?

A/N : Sorry this was on the list so long! I snagged it up yesterday when I got an idea, and being a tiny 5′0 girl myself, I know what it’s like to be short in a world of tall good looking men XD. I went the humor route with this one, hope you don’t mind.



You had always been interested in taller men. But when you’re 5 foot nothing, it’s not hard. Almost every man is taller. But everything over 6 foot, that’s where you were drawn to.

First, you met Dean. That had pulled you in. 6’1, good looking, and one hell of a mouth on him. But it was when you were introduced to his brother that you realized you had a size kink problem.

“Hey short stuff.” Sam grinned walking into the room. Dean just snickered drinking his coffee at the table. You were grabbing something out of the fridge when Sam came up behind you. His arm easily moved over your head with room to spare as he grabbed the juice you had been going for.

“Morning Sam.” You sighed. “How’s the weather up there.” you teased back.

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Sorry (Yoongi)

Originally posted by jjks

Genre: Angst

Word Count:1,060

Summary: Yoongi meets his ex at Taehyung party, as your relationship progresses more insecurities and flaws begin to show.

A/n: I haven’t posted in awhile and found this in my drafts.~Joy


Yoongi and you were heading to a house party, Taehyung was known to hold the biggest parties of the year and this definitely made the list. Yoongi held your hand guiding you through the massive crowd, although you didn’t know anyone you knew you were fine since Yoongi was going to be by your side. When you finally stopped you were right in front of the boys, they were holding drinks and chatting. Jungkook had a girl beside him, he always had a new one each week, it was funny since he used to be so shy to the point where he couldn’t be around them. You were waiting for Yoongi to come back with the drinks, when you saw him talking to another girl. You’ve been friends with Yoongi for a long time so you knew exactly who that girl was, it was his ex. The girl that broke his heart, and left you to comfort him, which is when you started to date him. You had always felt like a rebound, but Yoongi told you otherwise.

You walked over to the two, waiting for one of them to notice you, the girl glanced over to you, before smiling at Yoongi.

“It was nice talking to you again, let’s talk again” She smiled, walking away.

You notice a few minutes after she left Yoongi was on his phone, smiling every time his phone buzzed. You weren’t going to say anything, you knew how heartbroken he was when she left him, you knew he was just being friendly. Soon you got tired of always saying something to him, walking over to Taehyung, hopefully you could talk to him. It would be a lot easier since Taehyung and Jimin were your age, so you decided to talk with them.

“Man, Hyung, seems to be very into his phone” Taehyung jokes, you laughed along as your grip on your cup tighten.

The night had ended, you were back at your apartment trying to sleep. Though you couldn’t exactly since you were still thinking about Yoongi and his ex. Insecurities filled your head as you thought about how easy it would be for her to take Yoongi back, you knew you were the rebound and he was just waiting for something better.


The next couple of weeks Yoongi didn’t really bother to answer your text messages and would barely pay attention to you when you were hanging out with him, “Yoongi? You there?” You asked, waving your hands to get his attention, Yoongi looked up.

“What?” He asked, his voice filled with annoyance, before his gaze returned back to his phone.

“I was thinking we could go out for dinner” you suggested as Yoongi shrugged.

“Yeah, whatever” he mumbled before sending a text, you started frowning. 

“Why are you always on your phone now? You never pay attention to me anymore” You whined, it was meant to be a joke but it seemed so real when you said it out loud. 

“I’m busy, I don’t have time right now.” Yoongi rolled his eyes as you tried to look over his phone, but he quickly moved his phone away.

“What’s so important on your phone?” You asked as he groaned.

“It’s none of your business” Yoongi reminded as you opened your mouth in shock.

“Excuse me?” You asked as Yoongi looked at you again, putting his phone down for the first time in forever.

“You heard me, it’s none of your business.” He repeated this time he was glaring at you.

“Okay.” You angrily answered as you grabbed your bag and left the house.


The next couple of days Yoongi had barely made any effort to try to talk to you and you were still very upset, you knew that he probably couldn’t even tell you were upset with him but you knew that if you kept this up your relationship with Yoongi would really end. You decided to finally go see Yoongi, heading to your car, you decided to surprise Yoongi. You opened the door to the boys dorms and saw the boys playing video games, Jin saw you and smiled “Y/n, you’re here!” Jin grinned as you smiled.

“Is Yoongi here?” You asked as Jin nodded, pointed upstairs.

“Yeah, he’s sleeping right now” Jin stated as you nodded and thanked him, you headed upstairs and quietly opened Yoongi’s door, his phone was buzzing and you were so curious so you checked the notifications. 

3:00 PM (❤❤❤): Hey Cutie ;)

3:01 PM (❤❤❤): Sent Image

3:02 PM (❤❤❤): For You ;)

Your eyes widened as your hands shakily unlocked his phone, messages from hours ago were shown and you could see how disgusting and lust filled the messages the two shared, you didn’t know if you wanted to cry or hit Yoongi but you could barely move. “What are you doing?” Yoongi asked as he got up from his bed, wrapping his arms around you and looking over your shoulder, he saw his phone in your hands. “Why do you have my phone?” He asked his eyes widened as he scanned the messages.

“She’s your ex?” You asked silently as Yoongi detached himself from you, trying to grab his phone out of your hands.

“Sorry?” He shrugged, not really sure what to say nor did he really bother to care.

“You’re a dick, you know that? I don’t know why I bothered to put up with you, when all I was to you was just a rebound.” You shouted as you started to cry.

“Well at least you know now, now I don’t have to bother with trying to put with you.” Yoongi confessed as you cried.

“I hate you” you shouted as you ran out of the room, Jin was looking at you, his smile faded.

“What’s wrong y/n? Why are you crying?” Jin asked as you looked at him before wiping the tears on your sleeve.

“Yoongi’s been cheating on me” you cried as the boys turned their game off and Jin’s eyes widened.

“He did what?” Jin asked, his tone was angry and he looked like he was ready to kill someone. “I’m going to kill him.”

“You don’t have to, I’m sorry guys, I don’t think I’m gonna be at the dorms for a very long time” You confessed as Jin nodded understandingly.

“We’ll visit you” Jin smiled sympathetically. 

I want Ed exposed to the fear toxin. 

I don’t want his greatest fear to be Oswald killing him or freezing him or anything… I want his greatest fear to be that he will succeed in killing Oswald. 

I mean, you can’t tell me that he really wants to kill Oswald, because.. he could have done that how many times and he hesitates every time. I feel like he thinks he wants to (or has to) kill Oswald, but deep down he doesn’t want that. 

Also, it’d be similar to Oswald’s fear… in the sense that thing he wants/loves the most is also what scares him the most. 

You’re Beautiful You Know

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x reader

Request: Could you do a Mike Wheeler x Reader where the reader is a lil chubby and thinks that mike won’t like her cause of it and at the snow ball she’s scared to ask him to dance but he asks her? thanks!  

Warnings: Some insecure thoughts and feelings (All false of course, you all are gorgeous), lil bit of language

A/n: I know I haven’t gotten to this quickly, and I’m so sorry. School has been very stressful lately and my basketball season just started, meaning I don’t have as much time to write. I hope you understand, ily :)

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BTS reacting to you getting too close with another member.

Seokjin: “Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” Dunno, I feel like he would be really possessive.

Yoongi: “Don’t leave me for him, please.” They boy has feelings okay? He would get really sad and doubt himfelt a little.

Hoseok: Would get REALLY jealous. Like, you would unintentionally get too close to another member and he would just ignore you all day leaving you confused about what you have done and then, once at home fuck you into the mattress. (He’ll cuddle you after and tell you he’s sorry for acting like that and that he loves you and that you are forgiven, leaving you even more confused.)

Namjoon: “Do you-do you not love me anymore? Are you changing your mind about dating me?” Lowkey doubting himself. Would talk to you about it.

Jimin: Confused because when did you and Jungkook get that close, also kinda jealous but knowing that you love him and that there is nothing funny going on because you love him.

Taehyung: He would probably just stare at you. Also mixed feelings (jealousy/lil anger/lil sadness).

Jungkook: That jealous thing he does with his tounge.

Couldn’t get this out on actual Halloween so here you go.

Steve asks Tony why he doesn’t like the taste of blood. Bucky thumps him over the back of the head as soon as it’s out of his mouth. “Why don’t you like kale? Why don’t you like coconut water? Mind your business, Steve,” he snaps, and Steve rubs the back of his head, frowning. “Sorry, Tony.” Tony tilts his head, frowning thoughtfully, before slowly saying, “It probably has to do with the fact that I was turned against my will. There was a… a nest of vampires, back when I was alive, going around and finding the brightest minds of our time and turning them, regardless of whether they wanted to be or not. I guess I was considered a bright mind back then. I’m not really, not anymore. Time has changed a lot of things. I have suggestions, but I was surpassed long ago.”

Tony stares into the distance, clearly far away from them now, either in another place or—maybe another time. “It was… okay, at first. The vampires said they had wanted us to live forever, so we could go on to invent and discover things unfettered. Then we didn’t invent enough, discover enough, and they began punishing us.” He stops for a moment, expression pained. “I think, sometimes, that I should have killed myself like Yinsen did.” Steve feels awful for asking, so he reaches out and takes Tony’s hand for lack of anything else to do. Tony looks down at their entwined hands in confusion before looking away again. Then he looks back at Steve, frowning. “What do you have against kale?” Bucky snorts his milkshake out his nose.

Clint doesn’t come into work for three days. Pietro is fast on his feet but they still struggle to keep up with the orders. Steve is almost (but only almost) relieved when Pepper and Tony come in and business in the diner slows. Pepper gives him the willies. And she knows she gives him the willies. It’s awful. “What is that smell,” Tony complains. “Bucky, probably. Wet dog, you know,” Steve answers, and it’s worth it for the wet rag that slaps against the side of his head. Pepper tilts her head, frowning. “I didn’t know you had a banshee in your employ, Steve.” “I do?” Steve asks. He wonders who it could be. Certainly not Kamala. Cassandra, maybe?

One of the regulars stops showing up until he makes an appearance in the obituaries. It says ‘unknown circumstances’ under cause of death. The diner is quieter for a few days. Tony pays the event no mind, humming quietly as he waits for his food. “I’m glad your banshee’s back,” he says after a moment, then reaches out to fiddle with the toothpicks. Bucky blinks at him. Cassandra hadn’t come back from her trip to meet her dad yet. “Yeah?” “Yeah. It can be hard, all that screaming,” Tony replies idly. “Not to mention the depression.” Bucky had never really thought about that aspect of it.

“Are you okay?” Tony asks as Clint trudges out of the kitchen to go home. Clint frowns at him. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” Tony just looks at him, saying nothing. After a few minutes, Clint finally says, “Yeah, I’m fine.” “You should eat some spinach.” “I will absolutely not be doing that but thanks for the suggestion,” Clint deadpans and continues out of the diner. “You should make your banshee eat more spinach,” Tony tells Bucky. Bucky stares after Clint thoughtfully, then looks back at Tony. “We really can’t make Clint do anything he doesn’t want to.” “Banshees are easy to bully around,” Tony insists. “You could do it.” “Tony,” Bucky says, half amused and half horrified. “Bullying people is not okay!” Tony blinks at him as if he cannot comprehend the words.

Steve and Bucky frown when they find Clint wrapped up in silk as Natasha fork-feeds a salad containing a lot of dark leafy greens to him. Tony beams at them. “Easily bullied!” “Tony,” they say. Tony makes them say that a lot. “Sorry about Tony,” Steve says once they’re both safely ensconced in the kitchen and Bucky is reading Natasha the riot act for actually listening to a vampire older than dirt about bullying people. “He means well,” Clint says after a moment. “I can appreciate it. I’ve eaten pretty much nothing but pizza and ice-cream for the past two weeks and I would kind of like to be able to poop.” Steve stares at him silently. Maybe bullying Clint into eating more roughage was not a bad idea.

“Natasha likes him,” Tony says, kicking his feet idly as Steve hands him his coffee. A nighttime walk in the park hadn’t been his idea of a good time on a cold night like tonight, but as it turned out, Steve and Bucky were both useless in the face of Tony’s hopeful expression. Luckily there had still been a coffee cart, and it had even been cheap, because it was the end of the day and the owner had just been about to throw it out anyway. “Good for Natasha?” Steve offers, sitting down beside him on the bench. “Natasha eats her mates. It’s part of Arachne’s curse.” “Oh,” Bucky says, and then, “Man, I sure dodged a bullet, huh?” “Yeah,” Steve agrees, then goes quiet, sighing and staring out over the park.

Bucky nudges him gently. “Hey. I know it sucks, but you can’t dwell on these things, Steve. You’ll go crazy.” “Yeah, I know.” Tony turns to blink at them. “Dwell on what things?” Steve and Bucky glance at each other before Bucky gently explains, “That basilisk that caused Clint’s depression? The one that died?” “Oh,” Tony says. He blinks at them a moment longer. “What about him?” “His obituary said ‘unknown circumstances,’ Tony!” Steve exclaims angrily. “How can you not care at all that your fellow supernaturals are being murdered?!” Tony stares at him, lips parted in surprise, before he scowls and stands up from the bench.

“First of all,” he says icily. “I’ve been alive forever. I’ve seen people come and go so death isn’t all that special to me. Secondly, why would I care if some basilisk I don’t know died? I’m more concerned about Rhodey not coming back from deployment, or Pepper getting trapped in a deal she can’t escape, or Natasha being fucking squished. I don’t have time to worry about everyone. And lastly,” he snarls. “‘Unknown circumstances’ can mean any number of things. Human autopsies don’t really go hand-in-hand with the supernatural. He could have been murdered, that’s true, but he also could have just died from natural causes. He could have committed suicide. The humans would have no idea. They just know that he’s dead, and they don’t know how, so ‘unknown circumstances’ is what gets written down. Pardon me if I don’t give a rat’s ass about someone I don’t know dying in a way I don’t know. Why don’t I just worry about every human that dies instead? Would that make you happy?”

Steve and Bucky gape up at him wordlessly until suddenly they’re not gaping up at him at all. Tony’s gone, the only evidence he’d been there his fallen coffee cup, contents spreading out on the sidewalk.

Note: Here is the Monsta X version of this request. For the Vixx version you can look at my masterlist which you find on the sideline on my blog. :)

Short backstory:

You have been together with him for a year soon. Everything seemed fine for so long, he was nice, funny and always seemed to know how to make you smile when you were feeling down. Now however he was different. He was gone untill late, barely talking to you and when you asked him about it he`d answer you with short annoyed statements, almost angry. You had tried talking to him more than once but he wouldn`t listen. This is what made you draw your conclusions and you decided it might be better for him if you dissapeared. So packing a small bag with your most needed belongings you ran away.

Shownu

He is the leader of his own mafia gang so he had a lot on his mind. His attention was always on his work and in the mids of that he had completely lost track on how you were feeling. That`s also why he was so confused when he came home and you were gone only leaving him with a note. After reading it though he`d finally understand that he had indeed been so caught up with himself that he had neglected you completeley. Not wasting a minute more he`d set out to find you. With the help of his connection quickly finding you, only to be crushed the second he saw your tear stained face. He`d envelope in a big hug stroking your hair while letting you cry on his shoulder, whispering soflty.

“I am so sorry I made you feel this way y/n. I should have paid more attention to you. You aren`t useless. You`re very important to me. I promise I`ll make more time for you, so stay with me.”

Minhyuk

The mission has taken up a lot of his energy lately. Every time he came home he`d go to bed as soon as possible and in the morning he`d be gone before you`re even awake. This morning it would be different however. He`d wake up rolling over before noticing that you side of the bed was empty. Getting up he`d walk through your shared apartment only to break out into panic when he saw your shoes and jacket gone and a letter by the door. Calling everyone he knew in the business of security he`d figure out where you were quite easy, also based on the fact that in some sense you`d hope he`d find you. He`d stand timidly a few meters infront of you head low, not being able to see your sad face. Before speaking up and walking slowly up to you taking your hands in his.

“I have been awful to you lately, haven`t I? I should have noticed but I was too caught up with these stupid things that are unimportant compared to you. Please don`t think you`re a burden. You aren`t. Y/n, I love you and I will show it to you. I will make it up to you I promise, please stay with me. I promise you won`t regret it.”

Kihyun

Finding your note by the kitchen he`d get mad instantly. Not at you but at himself for not noticing your feelings of loneliness and selfdoubt. He`d need time to calm down after having destroyed a few things too many in the apartment in his fit of rage. He`d proceed getting a few of his men in close proximity around you to guarantee your safety before making a plan on how to show you his love. He`d get a rooftop on a romantic spot and make sure all of your favorite things are there. Flowers, food, jewelery, expensive clothes, from shoes to dresses, lights all around, anything he could think of to make you happy. He`d know these things weren`t the reason you were with him but he`d be so scared of losing you he`d try anything for you to stay. Then he`d let his men bring you there. Upon your arrival he`d stand infront of you, impeccably dressed and showing you everything he had gotten for you. 

“This is all for you. And I will buy you more if you want. Anything you want, just please don`t go. You`re not a burden and you`re not useless Y/n. You are the only thing that keeps me grounded in this horrible business. I have been too blind to notice your feelings but now I know, and I am ready to do whatever it takes to make you stay. So tell me what you want, I will gie you whatever you ask me for.”

I.M

This is not how he thought his day would go. He had made a good deal and was rather happy with the outcome of the hard work he had put into it. He would`ve noticed your increasingly saddened behaviour and was determined to make it up to you. He had planned to come home earlier, bringing your favorite candy and flowers and take you out somewhere fancy. However all that was shattered when he came through the door seeing you dressed into your jacket, shoes on and a bag in your hand. He`d be a little mad at first probably starting off rather unpleasand and ask you if he`s worth so little of your time you`d just run away like that, but his whole stance would change when you told him he`d be better of without you anyway as you`re probably just a burden. To this he`d drop the things in his hands enveloping you in a hug and sternly say

“How could you just ever think something like that? Y/n, you`re the best thing that has happend to me. I`m sorry I haven`t shown that to you lately. From now on please talk to me, scream at me if you have to. Don`t just run away like that. I won`t ever neglect you like this again, I swear.”

Wonho

He`d find your goodbye letter one evening after coming home late. But not because you had placed it for him to find, in fact you were still struggling with the choice and decided to hide it untill you had made up your mind. Thining you were gone already Wonho would run into your shared bedroom to find you asleep, or rather currently waking up from his harsh entry. He`d instantly relax before taking you into his arms, holding you tightly as tears escaped his eyes. He`d literally beg you not to leave him. 

“Don`t go, please don`t leave me. I didn`t even notice that you feel this way. I am horrible, but I am selfish, I can`t loose you y/n. I promise I will do anything to make it up to you. I will change I swear. I love you y/n, i beg you, don`t leave me.”

man jooheon has been climbing my bias list lately that should be illegal

Jooheon 

Jooheon was in a good mood when he came home early that evening. Stepping into the apartment he`d announce his early arrival, asking if you had dinner already or not. Upon not receiving an answer he`d og around the apartment searching for you but not finding you. Panic would rise and he was about to run out the door when he saw the note you had pinned on it. At first he`d calm down thinking it`s probably a note saying you were out getting groceries or something but his pulse would rise again when he read it. Now once again on his way out the door and in his car racing down the streets of the town he`d be filled With regret. After a solid hour searching he`d finally find you. Approaching in big steps he`d take you into his arms, frantically apologizing for his behaviour.

“I can`t believe that I was so blind to not see how you were feeling. You could never be useless or a burden. I`m so sorry that I made you feel lonely and that I was such a jerk to you. I understand that you would want to run away, and if this is really what you want then I won`t stop you. But know that I don`t want you to leave. I will change y/n. If you stay I`ll make you happy, i promise.”

Hyungwon

Finding your letter he`d have to sit down first. He`d think about his behaviour, realising that it was true. He had been angry and ignorant, leaving you to your own devises even though he had promised always to take care of you. He`d Call you over and over untill you answer, the only thing leaving his mouth asking where you are. After finally getting an answer from you he`d be there as fast as possible. He`d stand infront of you, softly taking your hands in his, kissing your knuckles before speaking up softly.

“I broke my promise of taking care of you. I was blind to your feelings. I made you think these rediculous Things, made you think you were useless. I don`t know how to tell you how sorry I am. No amount of words can do that. But this opened my eyes. I never stopped loving you and I never will. You are the most important person in my life y/n. So I`m asking you, will you come away with me? We go away somewhere for a while and figure this out together. That is if there still is a together.”

anonymous asked:

Sorry to bother you but as other people have also asked stuff like this, I hope you can help me. I´m desperately looking for a fic. It´s about Sherlock being severely sleep deprived after his dad dies and only john is able to soothe him to sleep. Funnily enough this fic has always helped me to sleep too, but some days ago I accidentally deleted my fanfic folder (pls don´t ask how I did that :D) and I really miss it... Lot´s of love, your blog is great!!

AH!!! I THINK I KNOW THIS NONNY! I KNOW THIS!

Is it this one?

The Tip Over Into The Inevitable by ivyblossom (T, 6,894 w. || Grief, Cuddles, Insomnia, Hurt/Comfort) - When his father dies, Sherlock avoids sleeping. Then discovers he can’t sleep at all. John finds a way to help.

Friends Don’t Lie

(I would like you all to know that the original title I was working with was Bitches Get Stitches, but I felt the need to change it)

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO POST, HOMEWORK IS A MERCILESS MONSTER

Summary: The Reader is best friends with Roman Godfrey, and completely in love with him. The only problem? He has a girlfriend, and she is a mythic bitch.

Warnings: Swearing(Come on, its Roman for crying out loud), Mentions of sex

Requested by: @weallhaveadestiny

Request: Hello hello! Could you write one where roman has a gf but finds out his best friend (reader) has feelings for him? Do you feel inspired? The end is up to you ;) much love xx

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Being best friends with THE Roman Godfrey came with perks…and downsides. Having to deal with his girlfriend while you were hopelessly in love with the asshole was one. She was a, for lack of a better word, a bitch. Whenever you and Roman had some sort of hangout planned, even if it was made months in advance, she would somehow pull him away from it at the last minute, often leaving you standing at the meeting place for hours without a word. You often wondered why you loved him, or even stayed his friend.

You suspected it was because he had been your best friend since diapers. You had been there for him when his father shot himself, and when he started getting a bad attitude. Maybe that was it. Maybe it was because you knew what he was really like before the evil world polluted his mind.

You were currently sitting with Shelley in their sitting room, talking about various things. Her mother was out, and Roman had yet again blew you off to go meet up with, what you and Shelley like to call, The Mythobitch. Of course, it was without Roman, or anyone else’s knowledge. Shelley was a sweetheart, but even she hated Roman’s girlfriend more than anything.

“I don’t get it Shelley. I just don’t understand.” You sighed, floppng back onto the couch. She sat next to you, feet stretched out in front of her.

“Me either, but hey, there has to be a reason he is with her. Roman doesn’t do things without a reason.” She says softly, and you laugh, peering at her from your reclined position.

“Not to go and give TMI, but usually that reason is sex. Roman is an enigma, and the only constant is his libido.” You chuckled, and Shelley groaned softly.

“Yeah, that was TMI. I don’t see why he doesn’t just date you though. You to would make the perfect couple, and your the only person who isn’t a part of this family that my mom tolerates.” With a scoff, you look up to the fancy ceiling. The Godfreys never did go halfway.

“Yeah, but with how oblivious your brother is to my obvious crushing love for him, I doubt he will ever see me as more than a wing-man, or rather, wing-woman.” You stated, sitting up and flinging your legs back down to the ground. You stood from the couch, grabbing the small messenger bag you had brought.

“Going already?” She asked, eliciting a nod from you. With out a word, you hugged goodbye and went for the front door. You were completely oblivious to the tall Godfrey boy standing nearby and listening to the conversation. After you had gone though, he was most definitely talking to Shelley.

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“BRAVE.”

Request ⇾ Can you do an imagine where the reader is a nurse and she’s very good at taking care of Will and making sure he’s comfortable (kind of like a big sister relationship) like he has to get blood drawn and he’s nervous so she just keeps talking to him about D&D and video games and Joyce appreciates her so much for it. Sorry if this is confusing! I’m studying to be a nurse and my teacher always says to relate to the little kids and get their minds cleared when they go through a procedure 😅😊

Warnings ⇾ none, I don’t think!

A/N ⇾ will is such a cute boy aww

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“Hey, little guy. How you feelin’ today?” Y/N asked whilst entering her favourite patients room.

Will immediately lit up, “Hi, Y/N!” He sat up in his bed and gave her an enormous beam. He was always happy to see Y/N. “I’m feeling good today, I don’t have a headache anymore, thanks to you!”

“That’s amazing! I’m so glad!” Y/N smiled down at the boy who, would never admit to it but, definitely felt connected to her. “You hot?” She asked while pressing the back of her hand up to his forehead before receiving a big shake of the head. “That’s good! Your mom and I were getting worried, you felt like fire yesterday!” Y/N said, perching herself on the edge of his bed. “What’s that?” She inquired whilst pointing at the card and picture next to his bed.

“Oh! My friends came to see me yesterday and one of them, Dustin, drew me a picture of his new lizard thing.” Will responded while passing it over to show her.

“Lizard thing?!” She asked, taking a look at the drawing for herself.

“Well, he did tell what it was but I forgot.” Will admitted sheepishly.

She handed him the drawing back and sent a smile his way, “Not to worry, I’m sure it’ll come back to you.” Which Will nodded in response.

“So, since you’re feeling better, the doctor was on about seeing if we could take that little bit of blood today?”

Will’s nerves came flooding back, “W-will it hurt?” He asked with fear in his eyes.

“No, I’ll be here and so will your Mom, we won’t let anything hurt you, I promise. You just gotta be brave, like I know you are.” Y/N said rubbing his hand, in an attempt to calm him down.

“Where is mom?” He asked, looking at the door.

“She’s just filling out some forms, when she gets back we’ll go get another nurse to help out, okay?”

Will nodded, despite still feeling a pit in his stomach.


“Okay, so Will, could you just look over to Y/N and your Mom? Then just relax your muscles for me, can you do that?” A nurse on the wing asked. He nodded hesitantly.

“Hey, sweetie. It’s okay, I promise. Look! Me and Y/N are here.” Joyce tried comforting him, but it just wasn’t working.

“So, Will, I hear you like dungeons and dragons, huh? That’s what your mom has been telling me.” Y/N interjected, sending a slight nod in the direction of the other nurse.

“Yeah, I love it. Me and my friends play it every Friday and Sunday. We once played for 8 hours straight!” Will said, smiling at the conversation change. All he needed was a distraction.

“Wow! I bet you were tired after all that! Are you any good? Do you and your friends win?” She responded with bright and interested eyes.

“Well, I’m good but I wouldn’t say that about Dustin, he’s always getting us killed!” He giggled at the thought.

The nurse applied a bandage and started gathering up her equipment, causing Will to turn his head in confusion, “Wait, when are you-?”

“She already did it.” Y/N replied. “See it wasn’t that bad after all!” She smiled up at him.


Joyce stood at the hospital desk, looking around before catching Y/N putting on her coat as her shift was over.

“Ooh! Y/N! Wait!” Joyce ran after her, as Y/N turned around.

“Hey, Joyce. Everything okay?” Y/N raised her eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah! Everything’s great! I just wanted to say a huge thank you from me and Jonathan, for everything you’ve done for Will! He really likes you and I can tell you’re really good for him. He loves spending time with you!” She smiled while embracing Y/N in a hug.

“Oh, it’s fine! I love the kid, he’s so sweet. Just gets a little nervous sometimes, but he’s so brave.”

Nepenthe - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part I)

Request: Hello!! Could I possibly request a Steve x reader imagine where the reader is younger than him? (Well, anyone would be younger than him). So maybe she is around twenty with a tragic background and she is the one who has been helping him adjust and then she helps him with the whole Bucky thing and they kinda end up together somehow. She is a SHIELD agent. (Something like a timeline from the moment he was revived up until whenever you want). I don’t know if it made sense, sorry. Thank you so much.
Nepenthe: Something or someone that can make you forget grief or suffering. Safe heaven. 
Warnings: My English, language, gifs aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners. Also, it deviates from the movies at some points but it’s pretty close. A second(better) part is already planned. 
Word Count~7.5k
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It wasn’t something new. You should have gotten used it. It wasn’t the first time you had woken up in the middle of the night with your breath stolen from you and it would definitely not be the last one.
You didn’t want to think of your past but every single time you thought you had put it to sleep, that fucking thing popped up unexpectedly and messed with your mind. 
You had gone through so much and even more. Not even Fury knew exactly what. He had a clearer picture than all of the others but he didn’t even dare to ask. 
Your past had left you with so many scars, fears and nightmares that you tried every day to fight off. Some days you would win, some days you would lose. What mattered most was that you never gave up. It was exhausting but you would never surrender to them. You were stronger than that. Not unbreakable, but strong enough to know that there was hope. And to believe it would get better. 
The first time you had been brought to SHIELD, you were eighteen years old. You had no relatives at all, no way to live on your own, no chance of survival. You didn’t have a choice, really, but what they were offering was appealing in a way that made you think you had a chance. To begin again. That’s why you didn’t even hesitate. 
You were the youngest agent but your progress was rather dynamic. Two years and many training sessions and missions later, you were a level eight. No one ever expected you to achieve so much within so little time. You didn’t want yo admit it since your past made you eager to move forward, but it had helped you a lot. All the training you had undergone when you were captured by the Red Room and the missions you were sent to execute while you were under Hydra’s capture had made you strong and lethal; you would barely blink an eye when you had to pull the trigger or to split someone’s throat open. You used to follow orders blindly, without question because that would have gotten you killed. 
However, you had noticed that lately… Something felt off. 
A knock on your door alerted you and you immediately shot up and got off of your bed, putting on a jumper two sizes too big and your sneakers. 
You opened the door, knowing that whatever had just happened must have been important. Otherwise, they wouldn’t wake you up at three in the morning. 
“Director Fury is demanding your presence in the Triskelion. You have ten minutes” a guard informed you and you just nodded. 
You had ten minutes to get ready. 


When you arrived -when the helicarrier arrived- you were rushed to Fury’s office. Some other people were there along with Natasha, Clint, and Maria. Nobody seemed to know why they were there. Until Fury spilled the beans.
“Captain America, folks. Alive and frozen”. Wait. What? Captain America? The Captain America? But that was impossible. He lived, what, seventy years ago? And he had died when he crushed that ..thing directly into the… ice. Oh, Dear Lord.
You couldn’t hear much because man, he was alive. He has been frozen for seventy years and now they want to revive him? How hard would it be for him to adjust?  'How awful must it feels to know that all of the people you cared about are dead and you are still here, not aged a day, trying to move on?’ you thought to yourself. You would never let someone see your soft side because that was a weakness.
Emotions clouded judgment. They were a distraction from your goal.
“And I want you to help him adjust” Fury said a little louder than necessary, just to get your attention. And he was pointing at you. You would have to babysit him. You nodded and when you turned to face agent Coulson, you saw him glowing with excitement. Everyone knew that Phil was enchanted by the mighty hero. You arched you perfectly shaped eyebrow at him but if you wanted to be honest you had to admit that his story was actually tragically enchanting.
People started moving towards different directions but you just stood there, unable to move so much as a muscle. Your mind was flooding you with your memories. All the tragedy that you had suffered. All the pain and the agony. And how… Guilty you felt once you escaped. Because you hadn’t been able to save anyone else. Just yourself.
And that was going to be exactly what he will face as well.
“Come on, Y/N” Natasha spoke softly as she guided you by your arm. Natasha could understand your pain but only a part. She knew the Red Room and what it felt like to enter a child and leave an adult. When she had learned that you had escaped when you were only fourteen, she was jealous because you had been given the chance that was taken away from her. But then she found out that you had been recaptured by Hydra. She hated herself for ever feeling jealous in the first place. The Red Room was one thing. Hydra… Was another.
Once your mind returned to reality, you saw that you were already inside a room. And he was lying on a surface, face pale, eyes closed, lips purple.
You tilted your head to the side. Something about his features felt unbelievably intriguing. Agonizingly, perfectly still.
He was unconscious but everything about him screamed alive. You tried to listen to Fury as he instructed everyone. They would pretend that it was still the 40s. Something that you thought of as hypocritical, to say the least. Why did they think that he would believe it? He clearly was smarter than that if the stories were true. You stopped paying attention to his words as you took in the picture in front of you.
It was going to be one hell of a ride. 


You didn’t exactly remember if it had been a month or more, but Captain America was back.
And you had been right. He didn’t believe it for a second. You felt low-key proud. Your job was mainly to keep an eye on him, but you weren’t his shadow. He needed space and time to be aware of his surroundings and the new era he had woken up.
You had officially met him the very first day he was revived-after the fiasco. Even though you could feel his uncertainty and his worries, and you would definitely understand it if he was rude to you, he surprised the hell out of you when he politely introduced himself and called you ma'am. That sweet Brooklyn accent and his manners… Killer combination.
He also appreciated the fact that you gave him his space. He would occasionally be annoyed by the other agents that took your place when you had to go out on the field. They weren’t discreet nor quiet. He would never admit it but he had grown used to your presence around the place. It was somehow reassuring. Especially after seeing you training. He was impressed, afraid and awed.
However, things made it difficult for you to keep your distance and let him adjust easier.
When Fury told you about the Tesseract, you knew that he needed Steve and that he was recruiting a team. You also knew that he didn’t tell you everything but you didn’t push it. You would find out in a different way.
He was punching and kicking the hell out of that punching bag until it crashed into the wall across the room. You were aware that he was strong but that seemed a bit maniac.
“Trouble sleeping?” Fury asked him rhetorically and you felt the need to arch an eyebrow, but you fought against it.
“I slept for seventy years, sir. I think I’ve had my fill” he answered and even though he was being sassy he was still polite.
‘Then you should be out, celebrating, seeing the world" Fury continued as you both made your way to him. You felt bad for the punching bag.
He stopped and walked over to his things as he nodded, acknowledging you. You sent him a small smile, something that you had been doing a lot more recently. And Natasha had noticed.
After a whole bunch of dramatic, Fury handed him the file with the information he needed to know.
“Trying to get me back in the world?” he almost spat out, darkness creeping up into his voice.
“Trying to get you to save it” you popped up before things got out of hand. His expression softened and when he looked at you, he saw nothing more than a person being honest with him. And he liked that.
And you liked him.
Wait. What?


“I gotta say, it’s an honor to meet you, officially. I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping” Phil was rambling again. His crazy obsession had taken over. You simply gave Steve an apologetic smile but you felt that your whole world brightened when he blushed. 
There was no use denying the fact that he was handsome. But there was something more than plain looks. He was charming and charismatic.
“I mean, I was present while you were unconscious from the ice. You know, it’s really, it’s just a huge honor to have you on board” Phil continued. Steve was looking at him with amusement. You were drooling over him. 
You had caught yourself thinking about him more than once mainly because you had bonded over dinner. 

It was Monday and it sucked. You have had a particularly difficult day and your body felt sore. A shiver was trailing through your muscles and you just wanted comfort as you were drained of energy. 
You wondered around in hopes that you would find something to eat and a fluffy cozy blanket. But plans changed. They became so much better. You made a beeline to the kitchen only to realize that nothing was eatable. 

You began to cook spaghetti and prepare a really spicy sauce with chili. 
Working with your hands and not your brain was refreshing and appealing. You even found yourself humming a soft song. You remembered that there was a bottle of red wine hidden somewhere in the kitchen. Why not?
The dinner was ready within no time. You placed your plate on the table and you poured a generous portion of wine into your glass and you were ready to sit down but Steve walked in. You didn’t want to make him feel awkward and honestly, you liked his company. 
“Hungry?” you gently asked him, a bright smile on your lips. He was taken aback and he tried to say no in a polite way but is stomach said otherwise. He blushed and sighed. 
“Starving” he admitted and blushed even more. He was so adorable and sexy. How can you be both at the same time? 
You added a plate and a glass, after seeking confirmation from him. You didn’t know if wanted to drink. As you would find out later, he couldn’t get drunk, just lightheaded. 
He sat down next to you and you could smell his scent all over the place. It was a bit disorienting.
He was hesitant to taste the food because he thought that you were too young to know how to cook and fight at the same time. He genuinely thought that you were too young but he was forgetting it a lot. However, he was pleasantly surprised. 
“This is good. Like, really good!” he told you beaming and you laughed. He was just like a child. You didn’t know this but he became determined to make you laugh again. 
That night was only the beginning. 
“Well, I hope I’m the man for the job” he quietly said. Phil was about to say something but you cut him off. 
“You are” you simply yet boldly answered him, without leaving him any room for self-doubt. 
His eyes pierced yours and nothing felt the same. 


“Can you? Can you wipe off your past? Do you remember them? Do they let you sleep at night? Barton told me everything. Your ledger is dripping, it’s gushing red, and you think saving the life of a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything? This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer; pathetic! You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code, something that makes up for the horrors, but they are a part of you, and they will never go away” he said, slamming his fist against the glass. You knew that this was just a plan. You knew that what he meant was to simply scare you. You knew that he wanted to unleash the Hulk. But it hurt, nonetheless. Mainly because he was right. You had killed and tortured and captured innocent people. It took everything in you to remember that it wasn’t you.
'Yes. But I still did it’ you thought.
And most importantly… Now he knew. He would hate you. How could he not?
He was a hero and you were an assassin.
You didn’t care about the others, not that much at least. You had out-sassed Stark and you were quite gentle with Natasha’s new love interest. Thor… He was a God. He could handle it. But him… He was Captain America for fuck’s sake.
You did what you were told but when you returned to the lab, you were welcomed by six people fighting each other… And a gun?
So that was why SHIELD wanted the Tesseract. New guns.
“Congratulations. You out topped Hydra” you sarcastically told Fury. He was being just as dishonest and manipulative as your previous captures. Guess, you exchanged Hydra and the Red Room for SHIELD. They were all the same. Seeking profit for themselves.
Steve looked at you, eyes on fire.
“You didn’t know?” he asked you in a provocative tone but you refused to give in.
“I wouldn’t be here if I did” you simply answered him. No sarcasm, no irony. You truly wanted him to know that you had no idea and you were definitely not supporting any of it.
He seemed to realize that you would have never agreed on something like this, given your past. Because he knew. He had read your file, he had asked Fury-multiple times- and he had done his research on you. He was actually kind of surprised -not in a good way- that you were only twenty yet you had been through all that. You were just a child when the Red Room got you. He came to hate them for what they had made you do. And Hydra of course. But he had another reason to hate Hydra as well. His best friend. Zola and the red skull had killed him.. And suddenly he was back on that Train.
He snapped out of it. But your eyes were still locked with his. And you couldn’t avert them.


You had survived the Chitauri invasion. You had all gotten out of that nightmare alive. Not completely alright but safe.
“I think I would like a break” you admitted, tilting your head so you could see his face against the blinding light of the afternoon sun. He smiled, and you realized that the sun wasn’t bright enough.
“I think I might join you” he said amused. He wasn’t usually this bold, but you loved it when he was. It was like a completely different side of his personality.
You stood there watching Thor and Loki teleporting back to Asgard with the Tesseract before everyone said their goodbyes.
You were no longer a SHIELD agent per se but not quite an Avenger as the group was being called. You had stopped taking orders without questioning them. You had also come clean with Steve about your past as you told him everything, things nobody else knew, things you wished to forget. And he was okay with that. He didn’t criticize you or hated you.
He was starting his motorcycle when he furrowed his eyebrows and turned his head to look at you.
“Hop on” he told you and you couldn’t hide your smile. You didn’t question him or his impatient request.
“Yes, Captain” you playfully answered as you sat down behind him and hugged his waist tightly, spreading your fingers out, gripping his shirt.
You could feel his toned torso, his muscles tensing for a brief second. You could feel his heart beating steadily. A big smile was carved on your lips.
He could feel your legs almost wrapped around him, your hands holding him close, your chest against his back, your breath fanning over his neck. He tried to remind himself that you were just twenty years old. But did it really matter?


There was a dim light illuminating the room making everything appear still.
You slowly awoke from your sleep. It had been a peaceful night; no nightmares, no memories hunting you, no screams. Your right hand was rested upon Steve’s chest. Your eyes flickered open when you realized that he was shirtless.
You found his apologetic gaze already fixed on you but there was a lighthearted smile plastered on his full lips.
‘’Hey…’’ your sleepy voice trailed off before your eyes closed once more, causing Steve to chuckle at the sight. This was normal. You had been sleeping in the same bed with Steve since the first night after New York. You were both too scared to be left alone with your minds. So, when you had slowly opened the door of his room and crept in, you had found a terrified Steve. You had never seen him that afraid. You hadn’t given it much thought when you had climbed οnto his bed and hugged him tightly. And he had hugged you back, holding onto you for dear life.
You didn’t know where you two stood exactly. Like, what were you to him? His friend? But friends didn’t sleep in one bed, friends didn’t hug each other as much as you did, their touches wouldn’t linger on for moments after… Friends didn’t get that tingling sensation whenever the other’s hand would brush against your own accidentally.
You could safely say that he wasn’t just your friend. You had developed feelings for him-feelings that ran deeper than blood, feelings you knew you weren’t supposed to catch for someone that much older. But then again… He didn’t seem to treat you any differently than the others, right?
Hugging you tightly and cuddling you to sleep wasn’t something that he wouldn’t do for someone else. Treating you with breakfast in bed, was something anyone would do. Cooking with you, getting not-drunk with you, running a hot bath for you, carrying you when you were too tired or sleepy to function… For fuck’s sake. It was his fault that you were in love with him.
Hold it.
What now?
And there he was, looking all heaven sent in the soft light of the new day, making it hard for you to breathe. The way the light danced around his blonde hair, how golden strands fell to his eyes… His eyes. Those blue orbits that felt deeper than the ocean itself and seemed to change colors; from baby to royal blue. You have had the pleasure to witness his eyes becoming cobalt blue once. In your mind, you were the reason why his eyes darkened.
And those lips… Perfectly shaped, full, plump and pouty that made you wonder how would they taste.
You could go on and on about his appearance but what had won you over was his personality. He was gentle yet bold, soft yet fierce, polite yet daring. He did what he thought was better for everyone, not just him. He never considered himself a hero. He disliked being called that. In his mind, he was a person out of time. Not even Peggy could help. He had admitted that she was half the reason he joined SHIELD but then he thought about the other half. You didn’t know this, but his mind wandered back to the very first time he had met you.
“Goodmorning, doll” he breathed out. You felt like melting under his tender touch, as he had his arm wrapped around you, and you wanted to catch fire when he called you that. It wasn’t something sexual, but it worked miracles.
When you didn’t move, he let out a breathy chuckle and draw small patterns with his fingers on your exposed thigh. You understood that it was unintentional, but you couldn’t stop your heartbeat from accelerating.
“Five more minutes” you husked, your voice thick and throaty. It sent shivers down his spine.
“I could lay here all day long” he admitted under his breath. You heard it, but you had fallen asleep before you could answer.
He stayed awake. He didn’t dare to close his eyes.


“You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she’d probably say yes” Natasha told him and you felt your blood boiling. If that her way to piss you off… She was successful.
“That’s why I don’t ask” Steve answered calmly and certain.
“Too shy or too scared?” she pressed further. You wanted to slap her. What was she doing?
You didn’t stay around to catch his answer because you jumped out of the jet.
Your mind was clouded and your judgment not on point.
Of course. He was ten years older than you, extremely good-looking and single. He should date. Not her. Not any other girl.
You landed on the ship and moments later Steve climbed on too.
He beat up everyone on the deck (other times using his shield and other times with his hands but mostly mustering both) before somebody could raise the alarm but he was interrupted by one of the pirates pointing his gun at him.
Without thinking about it too much, you removed yourself from your hiding place and shot him down.
Steve gave you an amusing look.
“Thanks” he told you, a bit out of breath. You raised both of your eyebrows in a sarcastic way.
“Yeah. You seemed pretty helpless without me” you mocked him earning a playful smirk.
Everyone else landed on the deck as well and Natasha picked up from where she had left it off.
“What about the nurse that lives across the hall from you? She seems kind of nice” she informed him, seemingly emotionless. Steve rolled his eyes. At least, he wasn’t interested right now.
“Secure the engine room. Then find me a date” he answered nonchalantly as she jumped off the current level.
“I’m multitasking”. More like getting on your nerves.
You didn’t look at him and that was why you couldn’t know but he was looking at you, trying to read your face. He wanted to know if -maybe- you were mad at… Natasha or him? Maybe, just maybe… You could have been jealous?  
Mission first, then dames he thought.
Shortly after that, you both had your head in the game. He needed your help because he didn’t speak French (or so you thought because later you found out that he was fluent), so you were stuck with him, translating.
“I do not like to wait. Call Durand. I want the ship ready to move when the ransom arrives” you quickly translated as you were eyeing Steve, trying to understand what he was planning.
“He called Durant. He wants to start the engine. Natasha has to be there” you continued. He nodded and took off.
You ran into the opposite direction so you could help Rumlow as already planned. He would need someone to deal with the hostiles. Everything went according to plan. But then Natasha never showed up.
“Hostages en route to extraction. Romanoff missed the rendezvous point, Cap. Hostiles are still in play” Rumlow informed Steve.
You were about to yell at her but there was no reply from her.
“Get them out of here. I’ll stay behind” you practically barked out the 'order’. Natasha had screwed you up. And you needed to fix this.
Something that ended up biting you in the ass.


Your head was heavy and you couldn’t feel your body. She was dead. The moment you could get up, she was dead.
You slowly opened your eyes and tried to move your sore muscles. At least, you weren’t paralyzed.
You looked around you only to find out that you weren’t alone.
“Steve?” your voice was raspy and it made you wince. His eyes were instantly on you and a relieved smile had just formed on his lips.
“How are you?” he sheepishly asked. You would have laughed but your head was spinning and your mind was thinking about quitting.
You slowly and carefully got out of the uncomfortable bed and placed your feet on the ground.
“How long was I out?” you questioned rather seriously. He sifted his weight on his other leg.
“A few hours. I had a talk with Fury but he doesn’t… He is not very helpful” he told you and you could see that he was fighting a battle.
Thankfully, you were wearing normal clothes. Because you had a few things to say to Fury too.
“Let’s go” you said clearly not giving a flying fuck. He knew better than questioned you that moment.
All the way to Fury’s office, you noticed that Steve walked closer to you than he had before, being a tad more protective than he usually was. And even though you wanted him to know that you were capable of protecting your ass, you were more than happy to feel his presence so close to you. He made you forget all the pain and the sadness.
You slammed open the door. You weren’t even surprised that Natasha was already there.
“And she is alive!” Fury jocked.
“You are alright” Natasha said.
You walked straight to Fury and slapped him. He was taken aback that much that he didn’t even say anything.
You turned on your heel, gave Natasha a cold glare and almost hissed at her.
“Not thanks to you”.
Steve was looking at you, debating whether he was impressed or confused by your actions.
“Project Insight. Now” you clearly demanded.
Fury seemed to come to his senses.
“You waltzed in here, slapped me and now you are demanding information that is not to be shared with you?” he asked darkly. He wasn’t used to people having authority over him.
You tilted your head, a devilish smirk on your face and you waited for about five seconds before you gave him an answer.
“Precisely”. Everything was still.
“Why?” he dared to ask.
“I want to hear your version of the story, Nicky” you told him and he understood that you knew. He raised an eyebrow.
“There is only one version” he said ominously as he nodded towards the elevator for you and Steve to enter.
Steve and Nick had a stupid talk and you couldn’t help but wonder. What exactly did they want to achieve? You knew that there was something fishy about the whole thing. Especially, Pierce. He gave you an off vibe.
Once the elevator stopped, you came face to face with three huge Helicarrires.
“This is Project Insight. Three next generation Helicarriers synced to a network of targeting satellites” Nick informed you proudly. You, however, felt sick.
“Launched from the Lemurian Star” Steve commented, looking at him.
“Once we get them in the air they never need to come down. Continuous suborbital flight courtesy of our new repulsor engines” he continued like it was something he should brag about.
“Stark?” you guessed. He was good but not in the right way.
“Well, he had a few suggestions once he got an up close look at our old turbines. These new long range precision guns can eliminate a thousand hostiles a minute. The satellites can read a terrorist’s DNA before he steps outside his spider hole. We gonna neutralize a lot of threats before they even happen” Nick told you, while you noticed he still kept his distance from you.
“I thought the punishment usually came after the crime” Steve butted in. He was always the one who wanted things to be right. And this didn’t feel like it.
“We can’t afford to wait that long” came the answer. Of course he would say something like that.
“Who’s "we”?“. Steve was so naive. So innocent. This was planned after New York.
"After New York, I convinced the World Security Council we needed a quantum surge in threat analysis. For once we’re way ahead of the curve” Nick admitted. He finally told you something true.
“By holding a gun at everyone on Earth and calling it protection” you finished his line. Because that was exactly what he was about to do. Steve was zoning out. He knew this was bad. And so did you.
“You know, I read those SSR files. Greatest generation? You guys did some nasty stuff” Nick turned back to Steve because he was an easier target. You… Well, he didn’t fancy the idea of getting slapped again. And he knew that you were more than capable of way more than just that. He had read your file too.
“Yeah, we compromised. Sometimes in ways that made us not sleep so well. But we did it, so the people could be free. This isn’t freedom, this is fear” Steve answered truthfully, and you admired the fire inside him
“SHIELD takes the world as it is, not as we’d like it to be. It’s getting damn near past time for you to get with that program, Cap. And you, agent” Nick finally told you what was all about.
“I’d rather not” you commented dryly and left.
“Don’t hold your breath” you heard Steve informing him fiercely.
A small smile made its way to your lips.


The moment you found out that Fury was dead was the moment you came face to face with the man that trained you when you were captured by Hydra.
They called him 'The Winter Soldier’. To everyone else, he was a ghost story. You knew him as James. One of the few times that he could think on his own, he told you his name because he wanted someone to remember it for him, for he was going to get wiped. That was how things worked with Hydra. And that would be your future if you hadn’t escaped. When SHIELD thought that they got you, you played along. They weren’t capable of capturing you if you didn’t want them to. You had escaped but you had tried to help him too. He was an innocent man that had been manipulated way too many times. But you couldn’t.
And there he was, standing in front of you, his metal arm wrapped around your neck, no sign of recognition in his eyes.
“James, please” your voice was barely audible, but his eyes widened, and his grip loosened. Something sparked inside him, but he was hesitant.
“I am sorry James” you breathed out and his hand left your neck for good. He took his mask off and you saw that he remembered something. You, maybe?
Before you could do anything else, he jumped off the roof you were standing. You knew that he was gone.
If he was here and in his Soldat mood, then Fury was killed. He never screwed up a mission. That was why he had been Hydra’s secret weapon for years. More than you could possibly imagine.
There was only one person that could help you and he was too occupied trying to get out of the Triskelion alive. So, you rushed to the only place you knew you would find him. The Hospital.
If your assumptions were correct, then Pierce would have unleashed STRIKE to take down Steve. And he would have gotten away, only to go to the most obvious place in the world. You hoped that you knew him well enough.


“Stop lying” he growled at Natasha. You almost ran towards him to peal him off of her.
“I only act like I know everything, Rogers” she answered defensively. Steve looked at you once you enter the room.
“I bet you knew Fury hired the pirates, didn’t you?” he questioned her, but he let her go. Natasha nodded at you and you dared to take another step.
“Well, it makes sense. The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so do you” she told him. Steve wasn’t having any of it. He gripped her arms and shook her entire body. He was mad.
“I’m not gonna ask you again”. You rushed and put your hand on his shoulder. That made him loosen up a bit, but Natasha was analyzing your every move and how Steve reacted when you were around.
“I know who killed Fury. Most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists, the ones who do call him the Winter Soldier. He’s credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years” she blurted. Steve looked confused. You, however, couldn’t stand there listening to her calling him a monster.
“James. His name is James” you whispered. Both of them looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, expecting some kind of explanation.
“He was the one who trained me back then” you simply told them, your voice becoming even weaker than before.
Natasha continued her version of the story. How he had shot her and how he was a ghost story. But to you, he wasn’t a bad person who needed to be stopped. He was a helpless man who needed a chance. Steve, however, was worried. Someone from your past was messing up the timeline? Little did he know that he wasn’t just from your past.
When they decided that you had to find out what was on that drive, Natasha thought that you would have to steal a laptop and Steve wanted to break into SHIELD’s base… You rolled your eyes at them. They weren’t practical at all.
“The mall disguised as civilians, guys!” you exasperated. They were truly thinking like a spy and a hero. Since when did you become the practical one?
“And then what?” Steve asked you mainly because he had no idea how a mall could help.
“And then we go to a Mac store to use one of their computers, genius” you answered, your ‘duh’-tone being very well spotted.
“Lead the way ma’am”. You had to contain yourself otherwise your blush would be visible to everyone in the building. Natasha saw it, Steve didn’t. She winked at you and smirked. She got it now; why you always seemed to be annoyed when she tried to hook Steve up with someone. You had a thing for him. She should have known. He must have had feelings for you as well because every time she suggested another woman, his eyes would fall onto you momentarily.
You brushed the tension off and hoped that the closest mall was close enough.
Once you arrived, Natasha made sure that you felt uncomfortable in all possible ways.
“You are a couple. And I’m the creepy loner friend. Got it?”. She was actually giving orders, something that made you quirk an eyebrow, but you felt your cheeks burning when Steve didn’t say anything, instead, he looked down, trying to hide his own blush. You all walked to the first store you saw and found a laptop that could handle the drive.
“The drive has a Level Six homing program, so as soon as we boot up SHIELD will know exactly where we are” Natasha informed you. You already knew that they weren’t stupid.
“How much time do we have?” Steve asked, his eyeglasses getting in the way of his spasmodic moves. He really didn’t know how to hide in plain sight.
“Uh…about nine minutes from… Now” she told him and popped the drive into the computer.
“Fury was right about that ship, somebody’s trying to hide something. This drive is protected by some sort of AI, it keeps rewriting itself to counter my commands” she continued as she was typing. Your brain was thinking ahead but Steve was impatient.
“Can you override it?” he pressed. If you didn’t like him that much you would have kicked his ass. Big time.
“Steve, first rule of going on the run is, don’t run, walk. Stop it” you told him and gripped his arm tightly enough to make him flinch. He gave you an apologetic look. You knew that he didn’t know how to act naturally.
“The person who developed this is slightly smarter than me. Slightly” she commented dryly. Yes, maybe. But you were running out of time.
“Try running a tracer. This is a program that SHIELD developed to track hostile malware, so if we can’t read the file, maybe we can find out where it came from” you suggested and she looked impressed. She didn’t know that you had hacked into SHIELD’s system too many times, but Steve did and he was proud. Not of your deviant behavior but… genuinely. Something had changed between you two and he felt it. Something in the way he would find solace in your scent or presence… or the fact that he would never consider dating someone else because, even if you were ten years younger than him and -in his mind- you deserved better, he had formed this huge school-boy crush on you. And he didn’t mind one bit.
“Can I help you guys with anything?” an employee asked politely, and your eyes immediately scanned him.
“Oh, no, thank you. I am just helping them with some honeymoon destinations” Natasha lied smoothly, and you followed suit even though your heart was pounding in your chest.
“Right! We’re getting married” Steve quickly agreed, a little too excited. You placed a hand on his chest, acting all wifey.
“Congratulations! Where do you guys thinking about going?”. Fuck, he wasn’t stopping. Steve looked at the monitor and saw that the signal was traced somewhere in New Jersey. You knew that he was about to blurt it out.
“New Jersey”. He was a terrible liar. Something that you found extremely attractive.
“Oh” the poor guy answered. He looked at Steve for a moment and you felt that he stopped breathing.
“I have the exact same glasses” he remarked. You had stopped paying attention to the conversation because, a) you were scanning the room and b) Steve.
After tracing the signal to Wheaton you walked out,
“Standard tac-team. Two behind, to across, two coming straight at us. If they make us, I’ll engage, you hit the south escalator to the metro” he gave commands. You looked at Natasha and nodded once. Two agents were coming straight towards you.
“Shut up and put your arm around me, laugh at something I said” you demanded curtly.  That made him turn his head too fast.
“What?” he croaked. You wanted to slap him. You didn’t have time.
“Do it!” you practically barked at him.  Steve quickly put his arm around you and laughed.
Natasha quickly lowered her hoodie and walked by without getting noticed.
All the agents walked by and Steve looked impressed. As you were going down the escalator you and Natasha spotted Rumlow on the escalator next to you going up and she turned to Steve. She was behind him and you were in front of him.
“Kiss her” Natasha told him. You thought you would have frozen, but you were actually calm. Maybe because you didn’t believe that he would actually do it. He just kept looking at you with his eyes wide open.
“Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable” Natasha reasoned but before he could answer you quickly pulled down Steve’s head and kissed him making Rumlow look away as he went past you on the escalator. The moment your lips touched, you lost yourself and you forgot about reality. Natasha smiled knowingly. Finally.
His hands held your waist tightly and yours were resting around his neck. It couldn’t have lasted more than five seconds, but you were out of breath. Maybe it was his scent, maybe it was his body, maybe it was his lips… maybe you were not just in love with him.
You pulled away and broke apart when you saw Nat’s smirk.
“Still uncomfortable?” she questioned wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
“It’s not exactly the word I would use” he told her truthfully and you saw him blush. You tried to hide your smile but failed.


“Bucky?”
“James”

You were playing on repeat that scene for the last fifteen minutes. You couldn’t get over the fact the guy that had trained you, the Winter Soldier, James… was Steve’s best friend. The last days had been chaotic but that was something you would never imagine. Then again, you lived a pretty crazy life.
“It was him. He looked right at me like he didn’t even know me” Steve whispered heartbrokenly. You didn’t know how to soothe the pain.
“How’s that even possible? It was like seventy years ago” Sam asked confused but it wasn’t that confusing.
“Zola. Bucky’s whole unit was captured in '43, Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and…” Steve trailed off. You could taste your blood in your mouth. Your sight was weakening.
“None of that’s your fault, Steve” you tried to reassure him but he wasn’t listening. Not really.
“Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky”. It felt like he was confessing his younger years and your heart ached for him. Sam seemed to notice yours and Nat’s wounds and he glanced at the guards.
“We need to get a doctor here. We don’t put pressure on those wounds they gonna bleed out here in the truck” he accused them but the world started spinning. Suddenly one of the guards pulled out an electric rod and you thought that you were gonna die but then it neutralized the other guard and knocked him out. The guard took off the helmet and-
“Maria?” you questioned. What the fuck?
You didn’t get to hear the rest of the story because you passed out in Steve’s hug. He made a promise to himself. If he was to survive this, he would take you out on a date. At least, he would man up and ask you.


You ran towards the bombs, where you knew that he was coming from. Finally, you saw him, rocket launcher in his hand as he made his way towards you. You shrunk back, forcing yourself to become invisible as the Soldier threw down his launcher, opting for his machine gun as he shot a man in the neck, throwing a grenade inside another plane.
You launched yourself forward. You knew that you would have to muster Natasha’s thigh hold. You knew him but he knew you too. You threw yourself onto his back, locking your legs around his waist by your ankles as you grabbed your knife, one hand locked around his neck for support and your left hand aiming the knife for his face.
“James stop” you tried to prevent what was about to follow. He didn’t answer.
But he knew those moves. His reflexes were quicker than you remembered. His human hand grabbed yours and stopped the knife. The two of you struggled for a few moments before he tried throwing you off of him, something that didn’t quite work because your legs were locked around his waist…until he used his metal hand and stuck his thumb into your thigh, right into the wound that Rumlow had inflicted on you moments ago. You held your scream but your legs weakened their hold. He grabbed your arm holding the knife and flipped you over his shoulder. You landed hard on the ground. A groan escaped your lips before your eyes widened at the metal fist aimed towards your head. You quickly rolled over his fist hitting the cement next to you.
“James, for fuck’s sake. Please!” you tried one last time. His face became a tragic mask.
“You are my mission” he spat out, trying to convince himself more than you.
“Bucky” you whispered but never got to see his reaction because he had already jumped off of the building.

Later on, in the safety of the trees, you watched the destruction all around you. You simply watched. You couldn’t even more. However, as you were staring at the one helicarrier that still in the air, you saw Steve falling from it into the water. Your breath never made it out of your lungs. And then, moments later, another figure followed it.
Bucky.
“If you die, I’m gonna kill you” you hissed at Steve. Or, the image in your mind.

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I don’t trust people who blame this behaviors on their zodiac sign.

Like “sorry i did bad thing I’m a Scorpio” like no bitch ur being a dick ur stupid fucking zodiac sign has NOTHING to do with it !! Own up to ur shittiness !!!

Also ppl who judge people based on the person’s sign. “I don’t like him cause he’s a gemini” like ok bitch that makes you two faced & not him.