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jujubanana  asked:

*Bursts throw door* WHAT IF PICHIT HAS FEELING FOR YUURI BUT DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING 'CAUSE HE JUST REALIZES IT'S LOVE AFTER YUURI IS WITH VIKTOR

OKAY FIRST OF ALL OUCH

And second of all, y e s

it’s hard falling in love with Yuuri Katsuki. Wait, scratch that, falling for him is the easiest thing to do. Being in love with Yuuri is where things get complicated. Phichit pities everyone who approaches Yuuri hoping to start a relationship. And it’s not like Yuuri’s ever outright rejected anyone, far from it. That type of stuff just never crosses his mind much. Which, more often than not, leads to him not even being aware of the advances that are being made on him.

Phichit knows that. And yet, he pauses for a moment every time the question is asked 

“Would you like to go out?”

Phichit holds his coffee to his lips, his finger lingering above his phone screen but he doesn’t scroll down on his Instagram feed, until…

“Sorry, Im busy.” Ouch. Phichit watches his friend return his gaze to his homework, not even thinking twice about his answer. Or the girl who stood there for a second, searching for answers in Phichit’s eyes, (Not that he’d say anything, he’d purposely deviated his attention towards his phone once again) and right after, walked away with her head down. 

Phichit rarely intervenes with this type. He’d later tell her that his friend didn’t mean it like that and she shouldn’t hold it against him, that it was just his personality.

When they’re the more pushy type, however, to the point where they actively prevent Yuuri from going back to his work with their nagging, Phichit just has to step in. Mostly it only takes lacing his fingers with Yuuri’s, a bat of his eyelashes and a “Sorry, he’s taken” for them to leave. Others take a little more effort, in which Phichit has to step into his best friend’s personal space, breathe into his ear, never breaking eye contact with the other person until they finally leave.

Yuuri goes along with it. And Phichit is totally *not* staring at Yuuri’s flushed face as he mutters a thank you in between a sigh of relief. He thinks none of it, though, until a week later when Yuuri asks, “I’m sorry for this but could you, um, pre…pretend to be my… uh… it’s just, I can rarely catch these things and I’ll just end up hurting someone’s feelings without realizing it so–”

“Yuuri,” He says, to stop him from rambling “Yuuri! It’s okay. Want me to be your fake boyfriend? We can fake-end it when we both have to go back home!”

Although he suggested it, Yuuri seemed the most relieved that Phichit always seemed to understand his feelings, even better than he did himself sometimes, “Thank you, really, I don’t know what I’d do without you”

Phichit always knew falling for Yuuri was the easy part. Even going on fake-dates with him, buying each other fake-anniversary presents, taking couple selfies together he promised to delete once they fake-ended their fake-relationship. All of that was easy. Easier than listening to Yuuri excitedly tell him about how Victor, –The Victor Nikiforov of Yuuri’s posters, screen saver, and life-long affection– was helping Yuuri understand things about himself Yuuri never dreamed of, how he’d found, for the very first time something he can call love, and how he wanted to hold on to it forever. 

Even all that was easier than putting on the warmest smile he could manage, one that he saved for Yuuri only, “Look at you! Living a life most people could only dream of~ I’m a little jealous, to be honest”

“What are you saying? Love will find you easy!” Yuuri laughs. And Phichit does the same in response because yes, falling for Yuuri was the easy part. Realizing Yuuri could never find in him the things he does with Victor, that, was the hardest part.

@saved-by-the-notepad made this post - source - and I was inspired to write a little thing. 


“Do you think there could have been a future for us?” Tony asks while not looking up from his tablet. 

He and Steve were inside his workshop with Steve standing in the middle of the room and Tony seated in the middle of the couch off to the side, one leg crossed over the other. Picture of complete ease.

“I, yes. I thought, maybe, at one point we could have moved beyond friends,” Steve replies quietly.

Tony hums. “I gave you a lot of opportunities, Steve. I was allowing you to take, but you never got with the program.” He laughs.

Steve has to force himself not to flinch at the sound. “You know me, Tony. I don’t always…understand the signs.”

“It’s funny you say that Steve because I thought I knew you too. Guess we’re both wrong here.”

Steve doesn’t say anything. How is he supposed to respond to that?

“Anyways, let Sam know he can come down at any time to look at the specs for the wings of his suit. To give his opinion and whatnot.”

It’s a dismissal, but Steve doesn’t want to leave. No, he stands there and waits for Tony to look up, begs in his head silently that Tony looks up, but Tony doesn’t. He continues to fiddle with his tablet until the door to his workshop opens and Peter Quill, the recently earthed Star-Lord, walks in with a plate of doughnuts and mug of coffee.

“Hey, babe!” Peter greets Tony as he walks past Steve and bends down to plant a kiss on top of Tony’s head. He stands up and regards Steve with a tentative smile. “Hi, Steve.”

Steve only nods his reply, words caught in his throat.

“Huh?” Tony looks up. He offers Peter a sweet smile - Steve feels his insides turn cold - and shoots Steve a confused look. “Why are you still here, Steve?”

“Ah, no real reason.” He backs away slowly. “I’ll, uh, leave you both be.”

“Later, Cap!” Peter calls. 

Tony waves Steve off and Steve has to turn away quickly when Peter sits next to Tony and hands him the mug of coffee. Steve wishes he didn’t hear the moan of gratitude from Tony or the sounds of kissing that follow. When he exits the room, he can still see Tony and Peter sitting together on the couch.

Only now, Tony is curled against Peter, his head on the other man’s shoulder with  Peter running his fingers through Tony’s lengthening curly hair. They are the picture of content and happiness.

Steve walks away with his head bowed in defeat. 

anonymous asked:

Has Pietro been told where his name originated from?

“So what’s it gonna be, huh? Long sullen silence or mean comment?”

Since I’m on a superhero kick at the moment and I just got to see Deadpool, have a late night sketch of some Negasonic Teenage Warhead!

What’s Wrong With Love? (Bucky Barnes x reader)

pairing: Bucky Barnes and (disabled) reader

Prompt: Reader is having a hard time with self-loathing thoughts and can’t understand why Bucky loves them. So he shows them why. 

Warnings: self-hatred, lil angsty, a small bit of smut if you tried to look. 

Words: 2,043

A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first insert reader fic, so please consider that! I’m really new to writing fics, but not new to reading them. So that’s why I finally thought I should try to write some and make the reader a little more like me cause I like to see myself in the stuff I read. I hope you enjoy this!

Originally posted by collisionofdcandmarvel

You were dating Bucky Barnes. You didn’t know how this came to be, to tell the truth. You guys meant when one of The Avengers had a mission near your college and had a day off when you ran into The Winter Soldier himself at a farmers market. You were near the berries when you spot a man with long black hair and a metal arm looking at the plums. He looked homeless, you thought to yourself. Was he homeless? Why did he have a metal arm? You had so many questions running around your head. Should you go up to him? You didn’t know the answer to that.  

 So you went up to him. You mostly had questions about his arm. You’ve never seen anyone else around here who wasn’t normal like you. You’ve had scars on your chest and back from surgeries you had when you were younger. You always hated them. And your hair is short like a boy, and you always get questions about that too. Nothing about you says “normal”. It would only make sense you would go up to Bucky, right? You hoped so anyway. You moved your way from the barries to the stand that had the plums, trying to look interested in the plums and not the guy standing right next to you on your left.  

 You put your hand a plum to see if it was good enough to bring back for a quick lunch when you go back home when his hand covers yours. Crap. It’s his metal arm. Which to you isn’t a bad thing at all.  

“Oh, um, sorry. I didn’t mind to…” He said, quite enough where only you can hear him.  

“Oh, no! It’s okay, I should be the one that is should be saying sorry. I only came over here cause you look like you didn’t fit in here like me, and I was just interested in you I guess.” You replied back, hoping you didn’t say the wrong thing to him.  

“Really? In a bad way or in a good way?” He asked you. He’s used for having people having questions, but mostly in a bad light.  

“in a good way, trust me. I noticed your arm and just thought finally someone here who’s like me, not normal. That sounds really teenagery of me, but it’s the truth.” You really shouldn’t have said it in that way, but how would you say it otherwise?  

“oh, okay then. What’s your name by the way? Mine is… Bucky.” It took him a minute for him to say his. Maybe he just had a lot of nicknames you thought? Who knows.  

“Mine’s Y/N.” You answered him. Finally really stupid with just saying your name.  

“That’s really pretty actually. I’ve never met anyone who has it.” He replied.  

“That’s cool I guess. I’ve never met a Bucky either to tell you the truth.”  

“Yeah, my little sister couldn’t say my middle name growing up so she just said Bucky, and that become my first name and not my middle name.”  

“That’s cute actually. My parents just named me this because they didn’t want to name my sister with my name.”  

“Oh, cool. So, I’m about to go back to my work, but if you could give me your number we could try to keep up with each other.” He pulled his phone up at this. He gave it to you and you typed in your phone number. “There you go. So, since it sounds like you aren’t from here, where are you from?”  

“I’m from Brooklyn. I’m here with my team to look at some stuff. Sorry to keep things vague, but I can’t really tell you what I’m really doing.” “No, that’s fine! I’m just a college student so don’t worry. You probably won’t remember me anyway.” “I’m not sure about that…” He was about to say something about this when a man who strangely looks a lot like Iron Man came up to him telling him he needs to go, that some monster started attacking the main police building and they need to go fast. So much for a day off, Bucky thought.  

That happened almost a year ago now. Currently, you and Bucky were in your guys’ room, cuddling. You wouldn’t think that that meeting would lead to something like this, but it did. And it was one of the best things that could happen to you. After that first meeting, you and Bucky started talking a lot and you found out who he really was, You never judged him for anything he did. How could you? Instead of you hating him like he thought you would you started to developing feelings for him. You were scared though. How could he like you back? Yeah he was just as messed up as you, but still, you felt that if you told him you liked him he would still run away from you, but he stayed. Which is why you are in his arms right now, your face hidden in his chest and his fingers running up and down your back. His arms holding you like you’re the most important thing in the room. You didn’t feel important though. How could you be? You felt like a burden most of the time. With your health issues and everything else that comes with you.  

 A couple of days ago you went to your yearly heart appointment, and after it, you would always get these self-loathing thoughts in your mind. Reminding you how messed up you are. Now you’re hiding your face so Bucky couldn’t see the tears forming in your eyes. But he still ends up noticing that you look upset.  

“I can feel you thinking, love. Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asks you, clearly worried.  

“Everything. Everything is wrong.” You said, could barely be heard since your face is masked in Bucky’s shirt.  

“Really? Everything?” Bucky asked, not sure if he was being serious or joking.  

“Yes, everything about me. I don’t know why you love me.” Tears are threatening to come out.  

“Dear, there are more to you then what’s wrong with you. You tell me that all the time. You should start listening to your own advice.” Bucky tells you. “Yeah, but still. I have so much baggage with me, no one should deal with it.”

 "And I think the same way with what I’ve been through and yet you put up with it.“ He says.  

 There’s a moment of silence when he flips you two, He’s on top of you now and puts you down on your back and his hands are now on your hips. Why does he think now is the time to try to get anything started, you thought.  

"Bucky, what are you…” You started to talk, but he quiets you with his lips on yours. Is he trying to make you feel better? You don’t want to break the kiss since he’s moving his lips downward, first your neck and going down your chest. Ah, you know where this is going now.  

“If you are still wondering what I’m doing, I’m trying to show you that I love all the bad things about you, cause to me they’re just as beautiful to me as the things that everyone knows are good about you,” Bucky says, and then continues kissing down your chest, his lips are now where your scar starts on your chest. Your shirt is now off, his clothes are still on cause this is all about you, not him. His lips keep going down until they’re near the waistband of your sweats. He stops.  

He’s thinking about what he should do next. Should he continue down? He shouldn’t he thinks since he knows you won’t be up for that right now. So his fingers move from your hips to your chest, moving up and down your scar. Trying to calm you. His face is hidden in your neck, nuzzling it. Humming now.  

“I love you, Y/N. I love you for everything that’s good about you, and for everything that is wrong with you, I love you because you’re you. You’re not like everyone else, and that’s what makes you special.” Bucky finally speaks. And your heart leaps.  

“And you know, I used to be like this Steve all the time you know? He wouldn’t get why he was with me either so I would have to show him.” He says. Kissing you behind your ear. “Oh, really?” “Hmmm, yes. I’m sorry for bringing this up, But I love how even though you are skinnier than him before the war, it doesn’t bother you as much. That was his main thing.” He says He moves his face out of your neck to give you a nice look. He has an adoring look on his face.  

“Oh? Yeah, that just never bothers me I guess… just the heart thing. Since you know…” “Yeah, I get it, doll. But I hope one day you get to a point where it doesn’t bother you as much like it does now.” He says and kisses you right under your heart. “Like that will ever happen.” You laugh. “No, I promise you, It won’t be like this forever, you’ll learn it won’t always be a bad thing.” “If you say so… I trust you.” You say finally. You kiss him on the mouth, his hands are on your waist now, holding you so tightly. Bucky gets control and bites your bottom lip, making you give him access to your mouth before he attacks it. Your hands are moving all around his chest, trying to touch him anywhere. He breaks the kiss.  

“Do you want this? We can stop if you don’t.” You think, and truly you don’t. Which feels weird, but you just want to be near Bucky as close as you can.  

“I, uh, don’t want to. Sorry. I just want to be near you, is that okay?” “Of course it is. You know I love you for other reasons besides that.” Bucky flips you two back to where you were before, You in his arms and your face hidden in his chest. Calming down from everything.  

“I love you so much Bucky, thank you for not running off when I get this way sometimes.”  

“No problem, doll, and I should say the same thing when I get the way I do sometimes. I think that’s why we’re together you know?” “Really?” You say sleepy now, trying not to let the sleep win. But you couldn’t fight it.  

“Yeah, we have enough things messed up between us that it actually fits for us. It’s not weird for us, which is why we work so well.” He says before he looks down at your face and sees that you’re asleep, so you probably didn’t hear him. He smiles at himself and laughs. How could he get so lucky to get a girl like you? He might find out that answer someday when you have a ring on your finger and a promise between the two of you, but right now, he’s just happy that he’s the one that gets to love you for everything, even the bad things that keep you from thinking you should be loved.  

Originally posted by bellamyblakesgun

Originally posted by thedesire