In the dream, we are strangers knee to knee on a train. It’s the most we ever touch. I still write about you. I still end up here. There is something to be said for a love that refuses to melt. A love stored in the freezer, in a ziplock bag. Stashed behind the ice cube tray. Always waiting to be pulled out. Willing to thaw, to forgive like spring, to pick up right where it left off. You, cradling a phone in the crook of your arm. Me, crying about produce. You call, and I answer. You say, “Do you know what an air traffic control room looks like? All those switches and buttons blinking? When I hear your voice, everything lights up all at once for me. Nobody else does that.” I don’t say anything eloquent. So we’re back on the train, with the knees, only this time you’re looking me in the face and I’m staring out the window. What do you think happens when love gets left out too long?
Jason: yes, you love Stephanie, we know, you love Stephanie so much, she’s the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love Stephanie we KNOW, you love Stephanie you fucking love Stephanie okay we know, we get it, YOU LOVE STEPHANIE FUCKING PATRICK. WE GET IT.
(idk what the context was for this ask but since I “play” Photoshop for most of the day, I immediately assumed it was PS and there was no stopping. I haven’t abused the effects/filters this much since I was 17.)
Dan hated him. He officially hated Phil Lester, seriously.
Apparently he hadn’t been lying when he had said he would see Dan next Sunday. Because, in fact, it was Sunday, and there he was. Across the church, staring at him like he wanted to eat him.
Dan fidgeted in his seat on the wooden bench, glancing at him and quickly looking away. He could feel himself sweating, and he was fairly certain his hands were shaking. He sat on them.
He didn’t know much about why Phil even attended their church; he was clearly the opposite of religious; but he knew it had something to do with his probation. He had heard he had spent some time in juvie, but that had to be a rumor. Right…?
He glanced at him again, and instantly regretted it. Phil was still looking at him, his eyes flashing, a smirk tugging at his lips. He knew what he was doing, he knew exactly how he was fucking driving Dan crazy. And all just by looking at him.
Is it common knowledge that Derek Hale has more than one black leather jacket? I've read fanfic and headcanon posts about a signature jacket, and other times it seems "dark clothing" just describes his shirts. Looking through google images, he has owned at least 3 different black/dark leather jackets!
I….actually can’t answer this with a definite answer? There is the signature leather jacket which most people (including Hoechlin) headcanon belonged to Derek’s dad. Apart from that, I haven’t given much thought to Derek’s wardrobe aside from that fact it is rather dark (and in the early seasons, rather rough and ready). However, that is not to say Derek hale doesn’t appreciate his dark colours:
AND LOOK, SOME LIGHT
Derek’s wardrobe choice does get a little softer as the seasons go on and the leather is swapped out for jackets or soft jumpers with holes (poor Stiles, he never stood a chance). I think it is interesting, however, when we get de-aged!Derek we see him in this brighter green ensemble:
All in all, it’s still a very Derek shirt - look at the button style - but I think it says a lot that de-aged!Derek’s shirt is brighter, that your eye is drawn to it more quickly (at least mine was). I think Derek’s wardrobe choices do often tend to reflect where he is emotionally a lot of the time. Early seasons!Derek wore a lot of leather (stereotypical lone wolf - pardon the pun - attire). Then as he started forming relationships and started to gain a little more emotional stability (as much as the writers let him, which wasn’t much tbh aside from his “evolving” arc, unless you are counting his relationship with Stiles and how Derek goes from zero trust
to all the trust
<3) he goes somewhat softer. Which, tbh, woah, adds to showing how strong Derek really is - he truly gets nothing but more and more screwed over as the seasons go on - the amount of mental and physical abuse the writers continued to throw at him was horrible - and yet he kept fighting and kept going until he finally got to a place where he could go LATER BITCHES
in a lovely blue shirt full of promise and hope and lovely things.
I also think it’s kind of awesome that de-aged Derek is mostly played out with Stiles: Stiles is the only one who recognises young!Derek as Derek; Stiles is the one who is very reluctant to leave Derek at Deaton’s; Stiles is the one who takes de-aged Derek home (awww). There might be nothing in it and there might be everything in it, but I like the fact that when Derek is in this soft, bright green shirt (at an age where he has lost Paige but not his family quite yet) it’s Stiles who knows him as their Derek, it’s Stiles who he gets cocky around and shows off in front of by speaking Spanish just to piss him off (ah, true love). I think it possibly hints towards the fact Derek is most comfortable with Stiles when it comes to having fun and letting walls down (also shown by the scene where he lets Stiles touch him after Boyd dies - you know, aside from the fun part). I think it also points to the fact that if there is one person in the future who he could be his whole self around again (the person who he was before the fire) it’s a future Stiles (also hinted at in the anchor scene).
And okay, so I went way off track here?? And I am sure I didn’t even make sense??? You only came to my inbox to ask a simple leather jacket related question and instead you got me rambling about emotional stability and soft sweaters?? In answer to your question, I am sure Derek owned more than one leather jacket - I don’t assume he would have risked his dad’s jacket by wearing it all the time. It’s way too important to him.
A/N: yaaay! I finally posted part 2! :D The time line will be slightly different than the original CACW, but only by a bit, especially in the next chapter! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah
P.S. How do you think alien sex would go with Bucky? ;)
Siniy: Reader is an Avenger with her good friends, but unlike them, she’s not a demi god, millionaire, super soldier, or a science experiment. She’s got a whole other dilemma: she’s not of this world. Things happen, and she finds herself on the run with Team Cap in Bucharest, along with catching the eye of Bucky Barnes.
Steve,” Bucky replied with a small, nostalgic smile. “Your mom’s
name was Sarah. You used to wear newspapers in your shoes.”
gently ran your tongue over your busted lip, tasting the saltiness of
the blood that formed there each time you did so. You could feel the
bruise forming underneath your eye and you were positive it was
swelling now. You didn’t mind it, though, you would heal soon. You
you had found out that Bucky Barnes was strong; really fucking
strong. Strong enough to catch you in mid-teleportation and slam you
into various objects, including T’challa. Somehow, he’d managed
to go into full Winter Soldier mode after speaking to a therapist,
which resulted in numerous casualties. You were the first one in his
way, which meant you got the full package.
were able to stun him though; you didn’t even have to touch him.
Your appearance alone was enough to throw him off. You let out a
snort as you realized he’d probably never knew about the modern
hair styles, only, yours wasn’t from a dye job. You were an actual
your appearance wasn’t enough apparently, as he drove his flesh
fist into your face, amongst other things. You weren’t going to
hold that against him or anything and you would get over it soon.
did I do?” Bucky asked as he avoided everyone’s eyes.
lot.” Sam sassed, crossing his arms in disappointment. He hadn’t
seen the man for more than three hours, and he hated him already.
You heard his thoughts as if they were being spoken
he was right, but that wasn’t what concerned you at the moment.
Usually, you could hear any person’s thoughts, no matter how big or
small they were. You could hear every single word clearly, but for
some reason- you had no idea why -you couldn’t read Bucky Barnes’
thoughts even if your life depended on it. And that scared the living
shit out of you.
you could gather was single words, but the one he was thinking of was
only thing you could pick up was:kill
he was talking about himself.
found yourself staring at him shamelessly. you had no idea who this man really was, but if Steve was willing to flat out trust him after what had just happened, then you were putting this all on him. You had no intentions of involving any other people, but the way this was going, and the way Sam whispered to Steve that he “knew a guy”, you weren’t so sure about keeping a low profile.
“We should get a car at some point.” You chimed in, causing everyone to look over at you. Immediately, as soon as Bucky’s eyes landed on you, his jaw nearly hit the floor. His eyes focused on your face, his brows furrowing. You had no idea why he was staring, but it was making you so self conscious.
Steve nodded, grabbing his leather jacket and slipping it over his shoulders.
“Alright guys,” he spoke, his voice echoing along the walls of the warehouse.
“Let’s get moving.”
The gentle rumbling of the small car you were in was the only audible thing. Along with Sam’s game of Tetris on his phone.
You specifically asked Steve to find a low profile car, but one with leg room so that you could breathe without feeling like you were being suffocated. But nope, as soon as he returned in the little navy blue beetle, you made a mental note to never trust him with cars again.
let out a sigh as you heard the same lousy word over and over again,
clouding your mind and breaking your train of thought: blue.
And it was coming from one person.
was being repeated over and over to the point where you were growing
highly agitated. You peered over the seat at Steve, who was focused
on the road ahead of him. Sam was playing Tetris on his phone
silently, his face set in a concentrated frown. Bucky was staring out
the window, but occasionally, he’d send you side glances before
looking away quickly. If you weren’t annoyed, you’d find his
actions a bit cute, just like him.
was so wrong, you knew that. However, it was pretty much a scientific
fact. Bucky Barnes was really handsome for someone who’s an ex
brainwashed hydra assassin of seventy years and you were just looking. That’s all. The way he looked at you in the warehouse confirmed that he didn’t find you attractive one bit.
But you didn’t blame him. Who would like some girl with unnatural blue hair and matching eyebrows. You were a giant target for bullying.
now, the word was growing louder and his looks were becoming less
cautious and more frequent, which was pushing all the wrong buttons.
Why couldn’t he think about the weather like Steve or chicken
nuggets like Sam?
felt the last of your restraint leave you as you heard another word
from his mind.
ripped off the little navy blue cap from your head and turned so that
you were staring directly at Bucky. The man jumped slightly and
turned to you, his face in a small frown.
my hair is blue!” you snapped, your brows furrowing with
annoyance. “Just fucking look at it and get it over with,
okay?” You took a strand of hair and placed it in his face
dramatically and flailed it around. Bucky let out a grunt and craned
his head in the opposite direction.
metal hand reached out and grabbed a hold of your hand with a little
too much force.
going on back there?” Steve eyed the both of you in the rear view
mirror, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.
your friend to stop staring at me!” you exclaimed.
wasn’t staring, I was admiring. There’s a difference!” He
responded with the same amount of malice as he pushed you away from
him. You grabbed another piece of hair and jammed it in his face,
forcing him to look at it. You were so fed up with everything. This
entire week had been extremely tiring for you and you were at your
my god,” Sam groaned as he ran his hands over his face. You could
hear his thoughts, which consisted of nothing but insults and
complaints that were aimed towards you and Bucky, also Steve for not
driving fast enough. He hastily reached over to the small radio and
cranked up the volume button as high as it could go, much to you and
Bucky’s annoyance. You squeaked, covering your ears with your hands
as the loud rock music blared through the speakers and vibrated
throughout the car.
is wrong with you three?” Steve exclaimed, before turning the radio
down until it was at a normal frequency. “You’re acting like
children right now!” When you realized that you were still leaned
up on Bucky, you blushed and scooted as far as you could. He, on the
other hand, seemed slightly bothered.
then on, the three of you were completely silent, with the
exceptional complaint from Sam and the occasional sigh from yourself.
You were aching all over, but Steve made it clear at the beginning of
the drive that there would be no stops unless it was an absolute
you leaned against the window, watching the scenery pass you by, you
perked up once you heard the familiar sounds of a weather broadcast.
Unfortunately, it was only in German, which you had absolutely no
idea how to speak, much less understand.
going on?” you asked as you peered over and rested your chin on the
leather shoulder of Steve’s seat. He shrugged before turning the
radio louder. Once again, you had no idea what was happening. What if
there was a tornado or something?
have no clue. I can’t speak German.” Steve confessed with a small
can only speak profanity,” Sam chimed as he gave you a small thumbs
frowned as you sat back into your seat. You were staring up at the
sky as you listened to the German forecast. You couldn’t help but
notice how dark the sky was getting and it was bothering you quite a
bit. What if there was an actual emergency? You didn’t want to get
sucked into a tornado or get caught in a hurricane. You couldn’t
swim to save your life.
saying that there’s a thunderstorm coming.” Bucky chimed, causing
the three of you to turn and look at him in surprise. “There’s a
high chance of softball sized hail and thirty mile per hour winds as
well. Also, we should get to safety. It’s not a good idea to drive
during something like that.” He included with a small nod.
After arguing with Sam about the German directions on the map, you plucked it from his hands and set it in Bucky’s lap, asking him to show you all to the nearest motel.
And to your luck, there was a small, run down little motel just a mile away.
But to your dismay, it was practically filled.
the other rooms were filled,” Bucky explained as he handed Steve a
motel key. A single hotel key, might you add. “All they had was
this one, but there’s only two beds.”
The four of you were standing outside the motel room. You managed to grab some snacks and sodas from the vending machine, which you may or may not have picked the lock to get. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
raised your eyebrow as you stared at the man. You weren’t shy, not
at all, but you didn’t know him at all. From what you experienced
earlier, he wasn’t as crazy as everyone made him out to be, but
still, you were cautious. You’ll admit now, you liked how he was
staring at you, but this was a mission, not one of those bachelorette series from TV.
fine,” Steve said with a tired smile. “Let’s just get some rest.
We’ll leave in the morning.”
Bucky failed to mention, was that the room was the smoking room,
which would’ve been nice if he had given you guys a heads up. You
hated how cigarettes smelled, it made you nauseous.
two king sized beds were covered with stiff sheets and comforters,
but you didn’t care. You just wanted to shower and get whatever
rest you could before tomorrow. That is, if Tony didn’t come
busting in here in the middle of the night and arrest all of you.
unlocked the hotel door and opened it, immediately you were bombarded
with the stench of cigarette smoke. You felt a wave of nausea hit you
at full force. You covered your mouth, trying to block out the smell,
but it was practically everywhere now and you couldn’t stop the bile
that slowly began rising up your throat.
felt Sam’s hand on your shoulder and gently shake you.
he asked, the wariness was evident in his voice. “Are you alright?”
felt yourself heaving as you headed straight for the bathroom. You
slammed the door shut with a loud boom and fell to your knees, emptying your stomach into
the porcelain bowl.
“On second thought,” Sam called from the other side of the door. “You can have the first shower. Just please don’t puke in there either, kiddo.”
You let out a small groan, placing your elbows onto the toilet bowl and running your hands through your hair. How you were going to sleep in this mess was beyond you. Maybe if you slept with the window open, that would help? But given the two highly paranoid super soldiers, that was probably unlikely.
With a small, defeated sigh, you gathered enough strength to stand and began stripping off all of your clothes.
You pulled back the plastic shower curtain and turned the knob, filling the room with the sounds of water cascading down the tiles.
This was going to be a long night.
am not sharing a bed with him!” Sam spoke, crossing his arms as he stood at the edge
of the bed.
and Steve both let out matching groans, only yours was full of rage
instead of annoyance. It was a bed, for Christ’s sake! Bucky wasn’t going to fondle him in his sleep, if that’s what he was afraid of. And Sam, bless his soul, the worst he could do was fart in his sleep, because there had been many times where the team had both witnessed and heard it happen.
You agrily kicked off the covers, sending them flying
off of Steve in the process. You had no kind of sleeping shorts, which meant you were left only in litlte white cotton panties and one of Steve’s oversized shirts, which seemed to only cause more of a hassle. Your clothes were currently in the small washing machine down the hall, which meant you were having to borrow Steve’s, which practically went down to your thighs.
Bucky and Steve practically had heart attacks when they came back room from their gas station run and saw you sprawled out on the bed, watching the the news channel. Steve immediately shielded his eyes, while Bucky avoided yours with any means.
You hastily shoved past Sam as you ripped the
covers back from the second bed and plopped down with an angry sigh.
You were so done with his shit. How was he allowed to be an Avenger
even though he acted like a pre-teen girl? You had no clue.
you, Y/N.” Sam sung as he settled into bed with Steve, sending you a
shit eating grin and batting those eyelashes of his. You responded with a silent middle finger, one that
you wished you could poke him in the eye with.
Slowly, as time inched on, everyone began falling asleep.
Except for you, you were wide awake.
You stared up at the ceiling, watching as the ceiling fan whizzed in rapid circles. The only light was coming from the giant neon motel sign, which just so happened to be positioned right by your room. It filled the entire room with eerie purple streaks of light.
With a sigh, you rolled onto your side. You expected to see Bucky asleep like the others, but to your surprise, he was wide awake. And staring directly at you.
are you awake?” you whispered to him. Your eyes were focused on his
as he stared back with an unreadable expression. The way he stared at
you, made you feel so vulnerable and it brought out all your
can’t sleep.” He confessed with a low voice. You felt yourself
growing hot and bothered by the way his voice sounded; deep and full
of sleepiness. You felt a wave of arousal grow between your legs as
you watched his eyes shift to your lips.
probably going to prison tomorrow,” you whispered, along with a
bitter laugh. “You should enjoy being comfortable while you
can.” His brows furrowed as he watched your reaction. You
would give anything to know what he was thinking right now. Was he
interested in you? Did he think you were pretty? Most men didn’t
unless they were into some fetish-y type of stuff.
that happens,” he said, his voice growing deeper. His eyes burning
into yours. You fought your inner instincts to lean in closer to him.
“I’ll take the blame for everything. This has nothing to do with
like that, that’s when you heard it.
blinked, feeling your cheeks heat up. You had never been called
beautiful before, much less through someones thoughts and it scared
you a bit. Here was a strange man you’ve only known for a a few
hours, yet he was calling you beautiful. He was pressing all the
let out a small, but obviously fake yawn. “We should try and get
some sleep now,” you whispered, turning onto your opposite side.
“Night, Bucky.” You were far from sleepy now, in fact, you’ve
never been more awake. You felt as though every cell in your body was
humming with some foreign feeling you had no idea how to express.
But just as you swore you were going to pull an all nighter, you felt your mind becoming fuzzy, your eyes drooping with tiredness.
The last thing on your mind as you felt yourself being taken away by slumber, was the word repeating one last time in your brain.
I made these buttons for Anime North 2017 because I started watching this show and it’s honestly.. so great. Making buttons is not my forte so I learned a lot while doing this. It’s my first time ordering with a group and tabling! I couldn’t do Hunk because I ran out of time AAH, but these are 1.75" and probably the first star-shaped Voltron buttons because this shape is new and only our seller makes them! Come by my table ★