look at that ray of light beaming down on him

Back Where I Belong - Chris Evans

request: Can you do an imagine where the reader and Chris are dating and she meets him at the airport after he’s been away filming for months?

people: Chris - Reader (You) 

warnings: FluFFY 

word count: 1000+

a/n: This is a request that someone asked so long ago, I’m so sorry I neglected your request, anonymous person! Thank you for this lovely idea, though, I’ve had this tucked away for so long.


“These seats are hurting my ass. God, now I know why airport seating is so fuckin’ painful, they want you to be motivated so you haul ass to get to the plane,”

I stopped to laugh at my joke, chuckling loudly enough to awaken the elderly lady next to me who was waiting for something she was not willing to talk about.

“Would you, for the millionth time, shut up! It’s three in the morning!” Across from me was this bitchy woman around my age, most likely a lot older. She had this weird orange hair, that I knew was dyed but she still had ginger-like looks to her face. She had the whole nine yards of freckles, ginger-tinted brows, and even wore green just to brighten her orange complexion.

“No! It’s three in the morning and I’m here because I’ve got someone to pick up that I’ve been waiting for. For four months!”

The Irish-wannabe looked at me and smirked, giggling to herself like I wasn’t ten feet away from her. “Who are you picking up? Your boyfriend you ordered off some sex website?”

Jesus, when will Flight 4301 land, dammit! I don’t have time for this!

Smiling sweetly, I got up and grabbed my bag along with my third cup of Starbuck’s black coffee. “Yes, you got me Lucky Charms, I ordered a sex companion. His name is Julio and we’re gonna get married in Vegas. Good day.”

Ginger-snap wasn’t fast enough to shut her wide opened trap that had fallen when I was quick to reply to her. Walking off I went to sit at another set of empty seats, hopefully not causing controversy with whoever lands up near me.

Chrispy Creme:  I land at BOS @ 4:45 baby! Sorry it’s so early :/ I love you xxx

It was two to forty-five and no signs of his flight were announced. Deciding to let it be, I plugged in my earphones and brought up my Itunes, clicking on a much-needed song right now, one that would ease the ache of Chris’s arm not being wrapped around my waist right now. It would numb my lips that could almost feel the pressure of lips on mine.

Humming along to the beat of Alicia Key’s ‘If I Ain’t Got You’ I closed my eyes that burned with lack of sleep. I hadn’t even slept all night because I got too excited about Chris finally coming back home. So I made myself an espresso and watched musicals that would make me stay awake because I could never sit through one without getting up and dancing to the beat of the melody or singing along with the cast. I was hitting my breaking point, though, my head throbbed, and my ass still ached, my eyes were burning with tears now, from sleep-induced stress. I felt my chin waiver as I silently prayed for Chris to just get here soon, I was waiting for him, Dodger was waiting for him. Then tonight there’d be a huge surprise party for him courtesy of Lisa, Carly, Shauna, and I. My fingers roughly rubbed my sunken eyes, I cannot fall asleep! No Sleep, no sleep, no sleep-

“Flights 4305, 4308, and 4301 have arrived. The gates are open for you to pick up your guest, thank you for choosing Boston’s Logan Airport. Have a nice day!” With that I grabbed my bag and abandoned my coffee, running to the sea of people who seem to have magically just appeared out of nowhere.

Now, I’m not the tallest bean in the stock so my only resort of finding Chris was jumping up and trying to get a glance of a NASA Cap, some blonde hair with ashes of brown in it, or those blue eyes that we’re quite hard not to miss.

After my twelfth jump with no such luck of a glimpse of him, I gave up on that plan and went with sour plan b. “Humph..Ugh! Fine, people. I’ll go to the back you asswipes.”

Leaving the crowd I went to the terminal area, watching the people pass by with their collected loved ones as I stared at them angrily, pissed that I wasn’t one of the lucky ones. I didn’t lose hope, though, I waited for a good twenty minutes before finally, I caught sight of a very familiar looking button down.

I don’t know whether it was the possible dangerous amount of coffee in me or just the adrenaline of seeing him again but I bolted down the hall.

“Chris!” I yelled just in time to have him catch me in his arms, wounding me tightly around his hips. I was a koala bear that refused to let go of him. The numbness of my subsided when he kissed me fervently, almost clawing at my hair with a desperation to be closer to me, than he already was. we already were.

Pulling back just enough to let himself whisper breathlessly to me, I couldn’t help but kiss away the tear that leaked from his glassy eyes. “You..have no idea…how long… I’ve waited for this.” Beaming with a smile that hurt my cheeks I laughed sneaked a kiss from him again.

“Oh love, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you… but… now that I have you back-”

“Oh I’m never fuckin’ leaving again, that’s for sure.” Both of us burst out laughing at Chris’s words.

I let my feet hit the ground and soon we became just another couple walking out of the terminal, smiling with each other’s arm wrapped around their waist. We looked so ordinary, so normal. No one asked Chris for a photo or even a question. They just smiled as we passed, on our way to my car in the parking lot.

I felt Chris let out a sigh of relief, feeling his fingers dig into my hip a bit, as we walked out of the airport. “It feels good to be back home…”

“It feels good to just have you here…” Chris smiled down at me when I softly answered back to him. 

I stole another glance at him again, just wanting to see that face once more. Letting it sink in that he was actually finally here. Finally in bed with me at night, eating my terrible made up foods, and listening to my awful karaoke. I let a few tears fall to the earth, not caring if my mascara made me a raccoon or not. 

All that mattered was he was here with me. His burly arm around my lower waist, cuddling into me like no time had placed since he’d last held me like this. 

“I can’t believe I went so long without seeing your face, Y/N. God, it hurt sometimes just to think of seeing you on skype at night because I couldn’t reach in and just grasp your hand,” His arm left my waist and he took my left hand into his right, interlocking our fingers. “Or just see your eyes in the real sunlight… I don’t know how you summoned the strength because I sure as hell was caving in on week three…” 

Giving only a smile, sincere smile, I kept his hand clasped with my own, holding his palm just a bit tighter to mine as I felt my throat tighten with a sob I refused to release. “Oh love,” I replied. Staring at his beautiful face while Chris looked at the sun rays starting to beam their light down on us, letting the skies lighten with a blue color so beautiful it lifted his spirits even higher. 

Just looking at his widening eyes, and dopey smile and felt a sob and chuckle come out at once. God, I’m in love with this man…How did I get through these months away from him? Lord knows it was spent sometimes with my face in a pillow or my body tucked under the sheets all day… all of it, though, I’d do again and again just to be able to hold that face…

How hard was it to be away from you, Chris? 

 Love, you have no idea.


Tell me your thoughts! I wrote this on a whim so constructive criticism is always welcomed haha! - R .xx 

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Sunrise (12x23 coda - sort of, but not really)

Note: thank you to @amirosebooks for the handprint idea. Hope it lives up to your expectations!

And of course thank you @procasdeanating for the great beta-ing ♥


Dean sinks down on his knees besides Cas’ body, looking up, waiting for someone, something to come and undo what just happened. It can’t be. Cas can’t be dead. Finally he lowers his gaze on the beloved face. So still, like he’s sleeping, and Cas so rarely sleeps. Dean’s throat hurts, his chest hurts, he can barely breathe now. He doesn’t know how much time passes, all he knows is that this is too much to bear, and the tears that finally escape him won’t soothe him. He falls on Cas’ chest and heaves through painful sobs, endlessly.

*

“Cut! And stay in position as much as possible, please! Okay, that was good. We have about fifteen minutes before sunrise, so I’d rather the transition goes smoothly.”

Nobody claps, as would probably be the case if they had filmed such an emotional scene during day time. The on-set crew is reduced to the minimum at this hour, and everyone is exhausted. People are talking low and moving around without paying attention to Misha and Jensen still lying on the ground.

Misha opens his eyes and puts a hand on Jensen’s back. He knows he shouldn’t move too much if he wants to find the exact same position again, but Jensen’s sobs aren’t stopping, and he doesn’t like that. Tears are starting to wet his shirt and they aren’t fake. A tired Jensen shooting an emotional scene at 5 am was probably a bad idea, and Misha would have said so if he’d been asked.

“Shhh, babe, it’s okay,” he whispers. He’s not even sure Jensen’s heard him; he continues weeping against Misha’s chest. Misha tries to take him back to the reality of the situation. “Come on, Jens, you’re going to smudge all your makeup on my wardrobe, and I can’t get up to change.”

Misha keeps running his free hand through Jensen’s hair, and slowly the crying calms down, but Jensen stays in the same position, face hidden against Misha’s chest, as if he is ashamed to lift it and look at Misha. They just lie there, and the cold is starting to seep into their bodies from the ground when a PA comes to them, carrying a blanket. She doesn’t speak, just makes eye contact with Misha who nods silently, and she spreads the blanket clumsily over them.

It takes several minutes for Jensen to start to relax. Misha watches the sky gradually lightening, and the crew around them beginning to busy themselves again.

“Okay, people, we need to do this one in one shot, you know that! No mistakes allowed, so get ready!”

The PA comes back to take the blanket away, and Jensen finally stirs as if he is coming out of a deep slumber. He lifts his head and catches Misha’s eyes.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, “I… I’m sorry.”

Misha can’t answer as someone comes up to reapply their makeup. The sky is starting to show a deep pink shade behind the mountains; in a minute, everyone except them draws back behind the camera line, and they hear a clap and a loud “Action!”

 *

The door of the small wooden house opens but Dean doesn’t move from where he’s slumped over Cas’ chest. A scrawny teenager, in a much too big flannel shirt that reaches his skinny knees, comes out of the house. His eyes glow gold and he’s smiling, a weird ecstatic smile. He goes down the few front steps, walking straight to where Cas lies. Behind him, Sam hesitates on the threshold, as if knowing he can’t change the boy’s actions in any way.

The boy stops next to Cas, and Dean finally looks up when he hears him say, in a clear, high-pitched voice: “Castiel.” It’s not a question, not a plea, more like an affirmation, a simple statement.

The sky has taken a bright hue of pink and gold, and exactly as the first ray of sun shines from behind the mountain across the lake, a blinding beam of light springs out from the Nephilim’s eyes to Castiel’s heart, right where the angel blade stabbed him. Cas’ body seizes as the dazzling light spreads through it, and Dean falls back on his ass, his eyes squeezed shut. He’s still numb from the shock of what happened in the last couple of hours and when a searing pain burns his shoulder, he doesn’t react except for a full-body flinch - and then the pain is gone, just like that, and the light too.

When Dean opens his eyes, blue ones are staring back at him. His left shoulder throbs with his heartbeat, but he doesn’t care about it right now, doesn’t even want to glance at it for a second, because Cas is looking at him. With eyes full of life. And he’s breathing, and saying the one thing that Dean wasn’t expecting to hear ever again, “Dean”, in his unmistakable deep baritone.

“Cas… is that you? Really you?”

“Yes. You are hurt. Let me…” and he lifts his hand towards Dean’s shoulder. This time, Dean looks down left, and he gasps. His shirt sleeve is burnt and there, on his shoulder, angry-red and swollen, is the same handprint he wore nearly ten years ago when he rose from his grave. Castiel’s handprint.

“No, don’t,” he says as he stops Cas’ gesture. “I want to keep it. I want to keep you.” He’s dizzy and he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but it doesn’t matter, because all that matters is Cas, not why he’s alive or how. He flings himself at Cas, and clings to him. He doesn’t want to ever let go.

 *

“Cut! Awesome, you did it, guys!”

This time, the whole crew cheers. They all knew that they had to do it in one take, while the sun was rising; there was no room for errors, and it’s done. It worked, and now everyone just wants one thing: going to bed.

“Y’all have twelve hours to rest, and we’ll start again this evening for a few hours only, so please come back well rested!”

Jensen takes several minutes to loosen his grip on Misha’s coat and let him draw back. They stare at each other, dazed and exhausted. Finally, Misha grabs Jensen’s arm and pulls him to his feet.

“Come on, cowboy, let’s get you to bed. I’m sure you can at least walk to the car.”

“Mish… I’m sorry.”

“Shut up,” Misha offers, his tone softer than the words themselves. They’re approaching the car now, not having bothered with anything else, even saying goodnight (or day) to anyone, or removing their makeup.

“Can I… Please come and stay at my place,” and Jensen’s voice isn’t pleading, but strained and thin, and Misha knows he won’t deny him - and himself, if he’s being honest - the comfort. There’s no point in pretending he doesn’t need it too.

“Of course, assbutt.” The reference makes Jensen smile, at least. Misha opens the car door and they both slide on the back seat, squeezing close together, touching from shoulder to thigh. Jensen leans a bit stronger against Misha’s side until Misha, with a sigh, lifts his arm to allow Jensen to snuggle up to him.

While they ride in silence, the sun keeps rising.


(in this ficlet, Jensen needs to be forgiven by Misha for something, but I don’t know what. Feel free to imagine!)

Moonstruck: Chapter 5 (Final)

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Genre: fluff with some angst (Jungkook x OC)

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for as long as you can remember. But when he starts acting strange, you begin to fear the worst. You hope that tagging along with him and his family for their annual summer trip might bring him out of his slump, but things quickly get messy as you start to question where both of you stand in your relationship. 

again i really wanna thank @boymeetsfiction and @taeklings for being so supportive towards my stories, especially this one you guys kinda gave me the motivation i needed but ANYWAYS…


The week is coming to an end.

If you thought Jungkook shutting you out was painful before, now it’s just torture. Thanks to the hell waging on outside, you’ve been stuck in the same building for three days. Three days of Jungkook barely acknowledging your presence besides a brief glance or head nod. At least before this mess, he still talked to you. Now he doesn’t even attempt to make polite conversation with you anymore, although you aren’t sure how you would react if he had.

You were beginning to miss the small things you about him. The way his slightly calloused palms feel so strong in your hand, making you feel safe and protected. How his beautiful chocolate eyes sparkle with excitement when he’s telling you a story. Things that you never knew you were taking for granted, but now you do.

You saw Jungkook just one time earlier this morning. He’d been sitting on the same stool in the kitchen, but upon seeing you enter, he offered one awkward nod as a greeting before retreating upstairs with his cup of coffee. That was about four hours ago, and you haven’t seen Jungkook since. You’re getting worried.

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A Cat, a Fox, and a Bee walk into a Bakery 6

A rumble and the ground vibrating under her feet was Marinette’s first clue that an akuma had appeared.

The second clue was the akuma herself appearing, landing halfway down the street and roaring at the sky.

“IF YOU’VE ALL BEEN RAISED IN A BARN, THEN ACT LIKE IT!” The… oddly farmer-looking akuma leveled a pitchfork at a pedestrian who was trying to run away.  One ray of light later, and in the poor woman’s place was a very confused looking sheep.

Marinette winced in sympathy even as she broke into a run, looking around and trying to spot a sheltered alcove to hide in long enough to transform.  The man who was running a few feet away yelped as another beam caught him, leaving behind a bull running in his place.  Marinette tried to run faster, but heard the distinctive sound of the pitchfork firing again-

Suddenly strong arms wrapped around her and yanked and she was going straight up as the ray passed harmlessly below her. Looking up, she sighed in relief as Queen Bee smirked back at her.

The akuma snarled, raising the pitchfork and shooting another beam at the two.

“Vixy, heads up!” Queen Bee shouted, launching Marinette in the air and shooting off to avoid the ray. Marinette squeaked as she floated up, paused, then started back down-

Only to be caught by strong, brown and orange arms as Vixen leapt up to catch her, sliding on her landing to bleed off momentum.

Marinette had just enough time to look up and see Vixen’s intent, concentrating expression before the akuma shot another ray.

“Whoop!  Your turn kitty-cat!” Vixen shouted, and Marinette once again found herself airborne.

As she was caught by the powerful arms of her unaware partner, Marinette mused that this was getting old fast.

It took about five more mid-air transfers before the other three heroes were able to work Marinette far enough away that the akuma lost interest.  Queen Bee was the last one to catch her, arms cupping behind her back and her knees as she straightened out and shot over the rooftops, putting distance between them and the akuma while Chat and Vixen worked to keep her distracted.

Thirty seconds of flying later, and Queen Bee landed on a level roof, carefully setting Marinette down. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.  Get back and help the others, I’ll get somewhere safe. And be careful.”

Queen Bee preened slightly. “Don’t worry, no akuma is too much for us.”  With that, she took to the air, streaking back the way she had come.

Marinette waited until Queen Bee was well out of sight before popping open the clasp of her purse, letting Tikki float out.  “I am so glad that I don’t get motion sick anymore, otherwise all three of them would have new additions to their suits.”

Tikki giggled in amusement. “They really care about you, you know.”

Marinette sighed, unwittingly giving a soft, fond smile.  “I know.  Even if they are big dorky brats.” She shook herself slightly, then grinned down at her kwami.  “Best not to keep them waiting, then.  Tikki, transform me.”

A few seconds later, Ladybug was swinging over the rooftops, wondering what she was going to do with her teammates.

The fact that she felt a warm rush of deep affection for all three when she thought about them, well… she wasn’t sure what to think about that.

The Doctor & The Artist // Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: Reader who paints

Requested by: Anonymous


“Where did she say she’d be?” Emily asked Spencer as they weaved through the people who crowded the sidewalk. They were downtown that Saturday and the streets were filled with families enjoying their weekends off together.

“She said right here,” Spencer replied with a frown as he scanned the area, not seeing the girl he looked for. Emily surveyed the area as well as she tried to recall what the girl looked like from the picture Spencer had shown her just minutes before.

“That her?” Emily asked as she pointed a little ways down the road. Spencer turned and saw you standing on a ladder with a bucket of paint as you filled the wall with color. Your hair was tied back from your face and you seemed to ignore the world around you as your hand moved swiftly.

“Yeah. That’s her,” Spencer announced with a smile. He led Emily over and grinned as he looked up at you, the look of concentration on your face as you painted intricate swirls with precise strokes reminding him of how passionate you were when it came to your art. It was a passion he greatly admired and listening to you talk about different paintings and artists had become one of his favorite pastimes.

“Y/N!” Spencer called out. His voice startled you and caused you to slightly lose your footing, the ladder beginning to wobble. His eyes widened as his arms immediately shot out to stabilize it. He let out a sigh of relief once you gave him a thumbs up to assure that you were okay, a broad smile gracing your face as you saw who it was that had called you.

Emily grinned as you climbed down clad in a pair of overalls and yellow paint smeared on your cheek. Spencer held his hand out to help you off of the last step and she watched as you jumped into his arms. Spencer radiated happiness as he embraced you, twirling you around once and kissing you before setting you back onto your feet.

“Emily, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Emily,” he introduced proudly with a smile. Emily held back a grin at the fact Spencer’s own cheeks now held specks of paint on them. You waved happily as you realized that this was one of Spencer’s closest friends, the “badass” one that you had begged to hear stories of once he had told you about her bravery.

I’ve heard so much about you! Gosh you’re beautiful,“ you gushed as a look of admiration passed through your eyes at the sight of the woman.

"I can say the same about you,” Emily replied with a laugh. She couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you were yourself despite your slightly disheveled artistic look. She could only imagine what you would look like without paint all over you. “Spencer always talked about how pretty you were but my god, you’re stunning.”

You blushed deeply at both her compliment and the fact that Spencer spoke so highly of you to his friends. He noticed your sudden speechlessness and wrapped his arm around your waist, whistling as he looked at the mural you had been working on all morning.

“You did that?” He asked impressed. You beamed proudly as you nodded and admired your own creation. Painting walls was one of your favorite things to do and the fact you were actually getting paid for it made it even better.

“Zeus. That’s impressive,” Emily commented as she looked at the painting of the Greek God with a ray of lightning in his hand. It was incredible with the attention to detail you had given it. His face held fine lines that made him look incredibly realistic as he held a ray of lighting over an unsuspecting town down below. It was something that could easily capture the eye of anyone walking past. You felt satisfied as you looked at it. You always made sure your work was impeccable since it was an extension of yourself.

“Told you she was amazing,” Spencer commented with a cocky grin towards Emily.

Spencer had definitely talked you up to the team for the past months. He was a bit reluctant to have you meet them simply because he knew they would all fall in love with you as he had. He wasn’t thrilled at the idea of having to share you with anyone else. He knew Penelope would be the first to drag you into her girls’ nights and it wouldn’t be long before Rossi would invite you for some italian dinner. 

The team had all made jokes that you weren’t a real person and Spencer had simply dreamed you up. You sounded too perfect, but that was the way he saw you. Spencer decided it was time for you all to meet after he had walked in on the team huddled around Garcia’s computer, catching them just as she had begun to type in your last name.

Emily was glad to see that you were in fact a real person and more than she had expected. She should have known that whoever managed to catch Reid’s heart was someone truly special.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up so we can have dinner with the team,” Spencer suggested as he looked at your paint smeared clothing. You nodded eagerly as you disappeared into the book shop that had hired you for the mural to retrieve your bag.

“You did good,” Emily declared as they waited for you to return. Spencer laughed at her approval, showing his perfect teeth as you stepped out with your bag across your shoulder. He grinned as he held his hand out to you.

“Why is everyone always so surprised?”

Testing out the bugs

Pairing: Joelay
Warnings: Possibly out of character Ray and kisses
Word Count: 1000+ (I wrote this on tumblr and am too lazy to throw it in word to find out for real, sorry.)

Summary: Joel is a Cyborg, working for a company that makes Figures- Androids that are meant to suit any needs of their buyer. Usually they are painfully attractive. Today Joel tests out the third in the new “Lads” line of figures.

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Fix You

One - shot

Words: 2507

Warnings: One or two CACW spoilers. I don’t think they’re major but just thought I’d throw it out there. Tad bit of angst like usual. Character death?

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Pietro & Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff.
(Mentions of Bucky Barnes)

Summary: the events following the civil war..

A/n- I can’t summarize this one, sorry folks.

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You had the same dream every night. Flashes of a poorly lit hall way, Buckys red star upon his arm, you- holding a gun in the palm of your hand, like an offering to an unseen god.

With a gun shot you snapped out of your trance with Sams voice in your ear piece.

“ Cap! we’ve lost her again, I’m moving in.” He changed his flight pattern headed for your location as you sat, propped against a concrete wall. Loosening your colar, hyperventilating your breath fanned out to meet the cold air.

‘It’s not real.’

You attempted to clear your vision, hiding your face in the darkness. With every blink you saw Bucky and Natasha, grinning would mouths full of blood and body’s wracked with bullet holes.

'That’s not how it happened.’

You struggled to keep your focus from passing out. Sam startled you, dashing to your side.

“Hey, Y/n- take it easy were going to get through this, now breathe.”
His face was set looking around to make sure he hadn’t blown your position.

“Sam. Take me out, I can’t. ”

“y/n- we’ve been over this.” He licked his lips, pushing his goggles up to look at you. “What happened in the past can’t hurt you here. Just-”

“I..something’s coming.” You put a finger up to your lips, pushing away from the wall. Poking your head up you noticed the silence. With a gust of wind you found yourself in Pietros arms.

You looked up at him as he lowered you into the tall grass, setting you down safely on the other side of the forest.
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“Maximoff-” you groaned.

“Y/n, sorry, captains orders.” Pietro winked, heading off. You called after him.

“Don’t think I’m not appreciative but you know what Tony’s going to say-”

“He’s going to say that maybe an early combat practice was too much too soon.”
You turned hearing his voice, emerging from the foliage into the clearing where Pietro left you. The rising sun beamed a blinding ray of light off his suit.

“I told you I’m not ready. ” you took out one of your katanas inspecting it, keeping your back turned
from Tony.

“Well. Be pissed all you want but I need you back princess. Your brother will be returning soon and I don’t want him to come back to a mushy heap of flesh that use to be his sister. So grab your paper bag, inhaler or whisky and let’s get back in there. ”

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It’s been one month since Bucky had been put back on ice, Natasha had died in the battle and Barton had been lost in the wind. Not exactly lost, he’s contact you from time to time,
'Barcelona, working an angle. Two weeks.’,
'Mexico. Three days. Too much sun.’

In which you’d reply with a story of how you were doing and give a few words about everyone in the tower. You figure Clint had enough on his plate, fortunately leaving out your nightmares.

A plate of pizza slices was pushed infront of where you were sitting at the bar.
“Do I need to pre-chew your food, force it down your throat like a hatchling or are you going to eat it this time?” Wanda commented eyeing you, taking a sip of her coffee.
You lifted an eyebrow meeting her gaze then looking over the food picking at it.
“What can I say, I’m just not hun-”

“Hungry yeah. I know, you’ve been saying the same thing since Barnes…”.
Wandas voice trailed off as Steve entered the kitchen, popping open a pizza box, further allowing the mouth watering aroma to taunt your senses.

“Good morning ladies.” A sleepy Steve rasped, yawning as he placed four slices of the Italian deliciousness on his plate.

“Hey babe, ” Wanda tipped on her toes landing a soft kiss onto Steves cheek, leaving a deep red lipstick smuge. He wrapped a single arm around her keeping her close.

“Oh god, please get a room already!” You teased getting up from your seat.
Looking at them both made you physically sick. It would just make you think more about you and Bucky, how you had been before-

“Sister, how can you wear such a sour expression?”

You turned feeling a familiar precence behind you, recognizing that voice anywhere, a smile crept along your mouth. Spinning around you wrapped your arms around T'Challa. He laughed loudly, returning the embrace.

“I’m glad atleast I can bring a smile to your face.”

You exhaled, your eyes drifted to the floor aloñg with your smile .
“As of right now, the only one.”

——–

You sat on your floor amidst the spread of papers around you, going over the next mission when you noticed a set of brand new sneakers standing a few feet beside you.

“You know it’s never healthy to take your work home with you, why don’t you come on and join the kiddos downstairs?” Tony squatted down picking up a file glancing over it.

“Wait. y/n. You’re not trying to do what I- this is dangerous Hun. And not in a 'sounds fun, I want to play’ manner either. Barnes’ brain has been tampered -”

“Shut up, Tony, I don’t want to hear it.” Snatching the filer from his grasp tossing it to the opposite side of him. “If Hydra can erase all the good memories, why can’t we erase all of the bad?” You looked up at him waiting for a reply,

“Hydra didn’t fully succeed. Those 'good memories’, they began surfacing when he had been out of cryo sleep for extended amounts of time. What makes you think if you actively go through with this, it wilł work? This isn’t a one man job. More like all available hands on deck. Which by the way- good luck running this by Steve. There would be a very slim chance that Frosty won’t have flashbacks worse than he does now, turning him into a complete basket case!”

You remembered the last conversation between you and Steve very well. Steve didn’t want to hear your opinion. He 'had known Bucky longer’, and 'could keep his emotions out of it.’ Only what was safe for Bucky and how this is what he wanted, keep him safe until the coast is clear.

Tony looked at you with pain and understanding. You were truely exhausting all of your options to have Bucky believe in himself, that he can be good.

“Tony. I just…”

“You know how I feel about Rogers and Barnes, we aren’t on the best of terms as of late. Saying this, I know there’s nothing I can do to stop you, you’re gonna do what you feel is right regardless. ”
You looked up at him, “doing what someone feels is right is how we all ended up like we are now.”


“Just. listen. Now, coming from my professional view, I’m not saying give up, I’m just saying find something that will be permanent. Because if it’s not, Sleeping Beauties nightmares won’t be your worst problem anymore.”

———————-

“Y/n why so eager to see the soldier ?”
T'Chella spoke approaching you from behind.

You kept your sights sat toward the horizon as the jet made its way through the clouds.
“I miss him, brother.”

You tried to hide your anticipation. It had almost been a year since you had laid eyes on Bucky. Throwing yourself into the lab late at night, you stayed up with Bruce trying to figure a way to reverse the Winter Soldier triggers in Buckys mind.
Now you were finally able to see him after all this time.


T'Challa nodded at Steve then followed you over to look out the glass with you. You snuck a small glance at his reflection, He was thinking long and hard before he opened his mouth.

“Sister, I know your captain has been over this with you, Mr. Barnes is to remain in my sanctuary here until-”

“Until the government, Hydra and anyone else that can use him is hunted down, imprisoned or worse..”

You looked up at T'Challa, he nodded placing his hands in his pockets. He knew you better than anyone, why would you bother trying to pull the wool over his eyes?. For you, this trip held only one purpose. You sucked a breath in, contemplating your next move.
“There’s always going to be a government official, hidden Hydra facilities, dirty higher ups! Right now, no one is safe. Even the Xmen have declared neutrality from the beginning and we can barely keep the Avengers together as it is . If anyone wanted to strike- now would be the most opportune time.”

He sighed at your words, facing out the window of the jet. He didn’t want to waste his breath in telling you what would most likely happen, your greatest fear: Bucky Barnes would never see the light of day, again.
T'Challa knew you were wise, he didn’t have to remind you what loving Bucky had meant for him or you. Though T'Challa hadn’t been prepared for what to do if your happiness has been cut short.

“Yes. All this is indeed true.”, moving close to you, he spoke barely above a whisper. “You know all this and yet you move to free him. Think about your words carefully, I will know if you are lying. ”

You swallowed keeping your breath even. “I know the dangers and that is not my intent. I miss him. I only wish to gaze upon him in remembrance.”
Yes. You did know, you just didn’t care.
He was oblivious of you and Buckys past.

“Look. I know your love for this man is strong, I feel remorse for him. I honestly do, it is a shame I did not get to know your lover better before-”

“Don’t. I’m not one of your worshippers or followers, King. You would have disproved of him anyway, brainwashed or not.”

You walked away quickly, headed for the cockpit, refusing to continue further.

“So, should I be worried she’ll try something?” Steve questioned, his watched you until you disappeared, shifting his sights toward T'Challa.

He knew better than anyone what you felt when Bucky made it clear on his decision. Where Steve had thought it a wise decision, you took it as neglect, punishment. What were you to do? Had you not meant enough to him for him to stay, fight and live?

TChalla turned his fathers ring fidgeting with the ring, making a fist.
“no doubt she will try, though you need not concern yourself with such matters. Leave her to me.”

——————–

You walked along with Bruce, dress in long white lab coats. If you could pull this off-

“Y/n. This is a horrible idea. We can’t pull this off.” Banner wiped some sweat from his forehead with a shaky palm following you through the secured halls of the medical building.

“Just cool it before you hulk out on me and blow our cover. ” you turned following the instructions on your phone.

Bruce yelled whispered, a vein protruded out off his forehead.

“BLOW OUR COVER”
you hushed him as he gained attention from the other attendees in the hall.
“Me? Blow it?! Oh no that’ll be you, sweetheart . How often does the princess of Wakanda visit the medical wing?! You know, shake a few hands, snap a few pictures?”

You paused, turning to him as he ran into you.
“Look. Ok. You have a point. Hence why we are dressed up as lab workers.”
You looked down at your watch, everything had to be done in sync, no room for flaws.
“Now, stop being so negative, it’s almost showtime for you, Doctor. ”

Bruce removed his glasses rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“You know this is the only part of your plan I didn’t like? I’m in a country that no one is scared of me or shielding their children?”

There was static through your com as Bruce continued his rant.
“Say that again for me?” You rubbed your pocket holding the syringes you needed.

“I said, 'Banner stop being a little whiney bitch and get on with it .’ It’s now or never.” Clint sat perched within the ceiling not too far from where Buckys storage unit resided, keeping a watchful eye on the comings and goings of the medical staff.

——————-

You gently let the heavy door click behind you hearing the beginning growls of the Hulk echo throughout the halls.

“Y/n. We have about six minutes before anyone of importance figures out what’s happening. Make them count.”

You placed a weary hand upon his metal encasement, sliding some frost away from the glass. He was ok and alive, the winter soldier- your soldier. Hearing T'Challas words thump through your skull as a warning, you released the hydraulic locks on the outside of the container.

“Whatcha got princess?”

“Nothing I can’t handle. Stay on lookout.”

“Yes m'am .”
Clint sat still concentrating on the sounds coming from Banners com.

Tony hadn’t known what he was talking about right? Ofcourse he did, the mans brilliant but it’s not like you’d listen to anyone when it came to Bucky.
The day he chose this was the day your heart broke. Did you not matter anymore? Had you just been someone to warm his bed when he felt lonely? No, well maybe. There had to have been something more. Something deep and meaningful. If anything Bucky could’ve broken up with you, therefore you would have had closure, instead of pining for him right now.

“Cap and the king are trying to figure out who’s going for you…Tony’s headed for Bruce.”

“Time?”

“Three minutes, man I wish I had some popcorn. It sounds like we’re missing a great show.”


Bucky would be ok, he had to be. he’d remember you and if he didn’t remember anything else, that would be all you needed. You strained pushing the hatch open, gritting your teeth against the freezing air vacating from the inside of Buckys entrapment. Propping it open, you pushed away the beads of sweat that had formed on your brow. You looked over Bucky in all his glory. His skin was slightly tinted blue, frost resting on his long brown hair, crystals laced around his metal arm. You stepped Close to him, your breath slow and steady, dragging a finger down his face.

“How’s he lookin’?”

“Pale, frozen, lifeless. Am.. Am I doing the right thing? Are we?”

“Huh oh. You’re majesty’s pissed! 30 seconds.” Clint jumped from his perch readying his bow, shooting the security pad on the outter wall. T'Challa scanned the hall behind him.

Hearing the electric crackle outside the door, that was your warning. You grasped the syringes in your fist. Your hands began shaking as your heart raced. You stepped into the opened upright container restraining Buckys body. You bit down on the rubber caps, blowing them over the side of the cradle. Hovering over his body, holding tight to the glass tubes with your arm raised above his chest, you sucked a deep breath hearing the metal safety door give way.

“Time to wake up.”

raspberrychocosminustheroses-de  asked:

I just want an AU were Makoto is an angel and Souske is a demon, please!! X33

Hope this is okay! I feel like this should definitely get a sequel, so if anyone wants to continue it (or wants me to continue it, that too), send me a message! :)

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Sousuke had only noticed the boy with the green eyes because the boy with the green eyes had noticed him.

    Well, okay. Maybe they’d noticed each other at the same time, but that didn’t really matter. What mattered was that they had noticed each other, and that was a small miracle in itself.

    The boy’s mouth drops open in surprise. “Y-you can see me?”

    It would be pretty hard to miss him, what with the large pair of white-feathered wings sprouting from his back, but Sousuke doesn’t say so. Instead, he nods slowly.

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