Brief Summary: Steve Rogers tries to hide his problems but when Wanda discovers them she decides she needs to help, in all the worst ways.
Warnings: Horrible flirting, like really bad. That’s all.
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader
Steve has been restless all week it seems, in and out of the gym. Eating a ton of food then nothing at all. Natasha even swore she was starting to see legit grays in his hair. Which everyone found funny of course.
But to Steve, it wasn’t, pacing around the tower for what felt the twenty-third time he bumped into an unexpecting Wanda.
“Steve? What are you doing?” Her still heavily accent made the w seem more like a v. But everyone in the tower had grown used to it by now.
Once Steve locked eyes with her he tried to clear his mind knowing it wouldn’t take much for her to get inside. “Nothing, Wanda. A stressful mission is all. Ima hit the gym.” He mumbled under his breath before quickly leaving her presents.
The last thing Steve needed was Wanda butting into his life, he hadn’t even talked to Bucky about this. It’s not that he was afraid, but, yeah he was afraid.
It all started last week, Steve and Sam had gone to this new little diner a few blocks from the tower. Sam swore they had the best food ever and well Steve wasn’t one to pass up a good meal.
However, once they arrived at the diner it couldn’t have gone more wrong. It was a nice autumn day so Sam suggested they sit outside, at a table. Steve, of course, didn’t have a problem with that at all. It wasn’t the diner or the food or even the friendly service that made Steve so stressed out.
It was the stunning girl sitting a few table in front of them sketching in her little book. Steve had been in her situation time and time again. But when her eyes met his blue ones he nearly had a heart attack. Sure yeah, he was old but he wasn’t sure what it was about this girl. Maybe the way she stood out? Her y/h/c hair styled messily, her plain black shirt and sweater, the cup of tea or coffee sitting on the table. Unlike so many other females in New York, she looked out of place.
Maybe a library or a park would be a better place for her. Not on the corner of this busy stress where the dinner sat.
The whole time Steve sat there staring at her, of course, Sam had noticed. Steve normally didn’t have that stupid star-struck look on his face for nothing.
Once Sam turned around and saw the girl he smiled and chuckled. “Why don’t you just go ask her out instead of staring. It will have a much better outcome.”
But Steve just shook his head and sighed “I’m way too busy Sam.” Being a good friend Sam let him off the hook with just that. But as soon as Steve was fumbling with his glass of water from nervousness, it was poured all over him.
He jumped out of his seat wiping at his pants with napkins, his cheeks dusted pink. As soon as he looked up he locked eyes with the same girl as she covered her mouth in a giggle. Surely he looked like an idiot.
She merely collected her things and offered another small smile before disappearing into the crowd of people on the corner waiting for the light to change.
And every day Steve would go to have lunch there and see her. Every time they would lock eyes she would offer a shy smile before going back to her sketch and after an hour disappear like normal.
With a loud sigh, he was pulled back to reality, throwing another hard punch at the bag in front of him.
“So that’s why you’re so restless.”
Steve jerked his head around to see none other than Wanda standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. “W-what?” He choked out, knowing all too well she was inside his head.
“That pretty girl as gotten you all flustered. In more ways than one too.” She chimed crossing the gym towards him.
“Drop it. She’s just some girl.” He huffed
“Steve, she’s more than just that. Here let me give you some secret girl advice on how to win her.” Wanda hums before smiling softly.
Honestly, Steve was at the end of his rope about this girl and needed the help. “Ok..”
The next day you were just getting out of your Art class when you were heading to the diner. It had been a wonderful place to finish up working on your sketches and find new drawing material. Like the beautiful blonde man who ate there almost every day.
Sitting at the same table you always did you ordered a cup of tea and started on a sketch of the empty tables around you. Checking your watch you noticed it was almost 1, he would be here soon.
As soon as your tea arrived so did he, but he didn’t sit at the normal table. No this time he walked right up to your table and at across from you.
“I hope this seat isn’t taken.” His voice was smooth and velvety, you felt like you wanted to melt into him.
“N-no” you squeaked out shyly, he’s never so much as waved to you. Why was he now sitting at your table talking to you?
“I’m Steve by the way. I see you come here all the time and well I thought it was time to introduce myself.” He smiled holding his hand out across the table nearly knocking over your tea.
You grab your sketchbook and hold it to your chest protectively before glancing to him again. “Oh man. I’m so sorry. I just. I wanted to woo a beautiful lady like yourself in hopes of spending the night together.” He awkwardly recited the line Wanda fed him before watching your cheeks go bright red.
“You want to what??” Sure your voice was a little louder than it should’ve been, but this man just basically told you he wanted to get you into his bed and he didn’t even know you! You stand up with your book leaving money on the table before starting to walk away.
Steve jumps up after you and grabs your arm lightly. “Hey!” He started but as soon as you looked at him he wanted to run away. “I- I didn’t mean it like that. I just-” he stuttered hoping she could understand something even he couldn’t.
She stared at him a moment longer before sighing, “You didn’t mean to ask me into your bed tonight?” You thought this was some kind of sick joke. This man was gorgeous, you were at best average.
His face couldn’t have gotten more red as he realized what Wanda had fed him. “I- i- i-” He stuttered hopelessly before pulling away from her. He looked horrified, “I’m so sorry. I- I didn’t…”
Just looking at his face he looked sincere, maybe he wasn’t so bad. “Hey, did someone tell you to say that?” You asked softly taking a step closer to him.
All he could do was nod as he stared at the ground defeated. This tall, towering man couldn’t even find a way to ask you out. You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
“Steve, I’d love to go on a real date with you.” You whisper hoping you weren’t reading the situation all wrong, but cmon. This man was adorable!
He smiled, his shyness lifting a tad bit. “Really you would?”
“I already said yes Steve.” You chuckle softly if only you knew how much your life was going to change.
Today, I fucked up by smiling at a girl on the bus.
This happened yesterday, so if you’re out there bus girl, I want you to know. It’s not what you think.
Yesterday after working a grueling shift at the old internet mines (I’m a network engineer). I got on the bus to go home just like always. Ahead of me in line is a young woman who is looking very pretty, she has red hair and a nice polka-dot blouse. I don’t think much of it, but we end up sitting across from each other on the bus. I’m reading something that was on the front page but get the urge to look up and see her face. I had only seen the back of her head before. I glance up and to my delight, she is very pretty! Horray! I have seen one more pretty girl in the world than I did before.
Except mid-glance she looks up at me. I realize I’m probably slack-jawed and not really paying attention. I look down. I don’t really know why, I don’t have a problem talking to girls. I have a long time girlfriend and I don’t talk to very many women these days.
I’m feeling a bit sheepish and awkward, so I glance up again for some reason. A second after I do - she looks up at me and catches me starring at her, or at least she thinks I’m starring at her. She screws up her face a little bit. I’m not even that ugly, oh well. Twice in a row I’ve been caught slipping.
None of this matters because the mid-way stop at the park-and-ride is coming up, and usually everyone gets off the bus here. She stands up as the bus stops and I breath in relief. I also stand up in search of a more comfortable seat (The bench seats that face each-other kind of suck). So I’m waiting for people to clear out, and people are getting off the bus. But on today of all days MUCH more people are getting on the bus, much more than usually. Must be a football game tonight or something.
She isn’t getting off the bus. She sits by the window in a regular seat. I look around - all of the other seats are being filled quickly. I walk to the back of the bus, nothing. I look around, there is nothing. The universe’s cruel game of musical chairs is playing “Creep” by Radiohead. I sit down next to her. She looks at me like a deer in the headlights and I think she is actually afraid.
Flash forward 10 minutes and I’ve moved seats as we are the only two people left on the bus. She is looking over at me regularly, probably making sure I’m not furiously masturbating or something.
Last stop. My stop. Her stop. Our stop.
We get off the bus, she goes first and stars walking in my house’s direction. We slowly walk together, for a few blocks, she keeps checking over her shoulder. She finally turns down a side-street and I think maybe I can relax now. I turn down my street. I breath a sigh of relief, finally the coast is clear and I don’t feel like I’m stalking anyone.
Then she appears, she clearly took a fake-turn to get away from me, and I met up with her on my road.
She starts running up the steps to MY building and I’m freaking the fuck out like what is happening, am I actually stalking this girl? I keep walking towards my building, I just want to go home.
She turns and yells at me from the stairs “Stop fucking following me fucking creep”
Okaaay so I'm pretty sure their are more than just this one girl but the one I know melo been messin with for sure is this freshman girl on the cheer team I know her name starts with a m I want to say mikala or something like that but she's really pretty. I also heard melo got a thing for innocence soooo
Innocence ohh 👀 have they done anything if you know
ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW RONAN AND ADAM ARE BASICALLY DADS NOW LIKE
“stop eating random shit you find on the ground”
“*gently soothes her and selflessly gives her things they actually need for themselves*”
“u g h you’re such a brat *lowkey would carry her to the end of the earth*”
“*holds her hand and comforts her even when they’re scared too*”
like idk if she’s more of a toddler or a dog but either way orphan girl/opal is literally their weird goat daughter and you just know they’ve already got a plan worked out for when adam goes to college and they’re both completely in love and committed and in it for the long haul and i love how their relationship managed to be subtle while still completely obliterating any reader ideas that adam may want to leave entirely or isn’t every bit as invested in ronan and the barns and his future there as he is in college and success and this is getting off topic the point is RONAN AND ADAM: ACCIDENTAL MAGIC TEEN DADS
au. It’s like they can’t help it, they are drawn to each other like moths to the flame andshe knows that she’ll only get burned if she doesn’t stay away but she can'tfind it in herself to care. captain wench.
(Look who’s back for another (‘short’) multi-chapter story!
Happy [very belated] Valentine’s Day, emma-saviour-swan this is for you, I hope you’re gonna like it! And of course everyone else too!)
Captain Killian Jones
- better known as Captain Hook - has had a great evening so far. He has
won every game of dice - aye, the dice are loaded but he’s a pirate, he
doesn’t care, it’s the way he does things - deviously (with ruses and tricks
and perfidies - he’s no honest man, not anymore) - and he holds a pretty
brunette in his left arm - nothing more than a girl for one night, he will
never see her face again (not that he wants to, he never does, not since… her
- he won’t even remember it given the amount of liquor he’s been [and still is]
drinking but he really doesn’t care) the only thing that matters is that he
won’t go to sleep this night unsatisfied, that lass would do just fine.
To his right sits
another girl, a dirty blond who currently flirts with his shipmate but given
the looks she gives him she definitely wouldn’t mind spending the night in his
cabin too - and if his mate protested he would just stay right in this
town or Hook would let him walk the plank.
This night oughts to
end in a way he will most certainly enjoy - and it is still young.
The brunette next to
him shoots him a flirtatious look, asking him how he does it, how he keeps
winning and he leans over to her, telling her that she must be his lucky charm
and she smiles, batting her eyelashes at him and she’s about to answer him, the
first words already leaving her mouth but there are footsteps approaching their
table and Hook looks up.
Just like that all of
his thoughts about the two lasses are gone, his mind goes blank and he licks his
lips, taking in the sight in front of him.
Hi Sarah, have you read/seen The Martian yet? How do u feel about it?
I really liked it! Being a voracious reader in middle school means you devour a certain number of survivalist books
despite your actual level of interest in Nature (Paulson, sides of mountains, families Swiss-Robinson, etc.) so it felt very familiar. But I think the saving grace of the Martian is that, even though it’s really just watching this one guy and a small cast of supporting characters work through an array of problems, it’s funny and human, it doesn’t try to….be more than it is? It’s not saying anything profound and it’s not trying to, it’s just a story about a guy on Mars, the shit he does to survive and the mistakes he makes in doing so, the superhuman effort it takes to get him back and the human element ever-present in that effort.
I cried when he got to talk to his crew for the first time since they’d left him. I’m an everlasting sucker for “communicating vast wells of emotion via chronic understatement and/or mocking” so. It was a A Lot.
You were staring up, seeing the wall in front of you, seeming even higher than it had already seemed during gym-class, but you knew that you had to do it, that you had to prove that you could do this, that you had to prove it to yourself, to the class, to everyone else who would need the proof that you were more than that one girl that was far from pretty and couldn’t do anything right. You took a deep breath and you lifted your hands, grabbing the first grip, lifting your feet, slowly, step by step, feeling that you could really do this, that you could really make it higher and higher, that you could really show your strength, your courage.
He saw it happening before anyone else could, he saw how her body started shaking, how her hands lost their grip on the wall, how her feet slit away, how she was about to fall down from way too high, probably hurting herself in such a way that she would maybe never recover, that she would maybe not even get the chance to try. His feet started running, faster than a normal human being could run, fast enough to feel her weight falling into his arms before she would reach the floor, the ground. He didn’t know what was happening, only feeling how she was still shaking, how her body was moving, how she didn’t even seem to realise what was going on. “(Y/N)!” He tried to yell her name, but no matter how often he tried, she didn’t react, didn’t stop shaking, didn’t stop trembling, didn’t stop kicking and hitting. For a moment he was panicking and he ran away as fast as he could, away from the place where everyone was looking at her, where everyone was staring at him holding her, where everyone was just laughing, while he was just worried that she wouldn’t survive.
You finally felt your body again, immediately knowing what had happened, knowing that you must have been falling, all the way down, wondering why your body didn’t hurt, why everything seemed to be okay. You opened your eyes and you saw how the boy that was holding you sighed relieved. “Isaac?” You whispered his name, his eyes widening, his hands hastily putting you down on the floor. “Did you catch me?” You cocked your head and stared at him, wondering why a pretty boy like him would save someone like you. “I guess so, are you okay?” He placed his hands on your shoulders and you nodded. “I think so…” You took a few deep breaths and looked up at him again, seeing how he seemed to relax a bit more too. “I thought you were dying…” He sounded more worried than you had been expecting. “Would you care?” You couldn’t hide the surprise in your voice and Isaac stared at his feet, his cheeks blushing. “Yes, yes I would care.” He paused for a moment. “Because I like you and if you wouldn’t be there anymore I wouldn’t be able to tell you anymore.” He looked up again and your eyes met his. “You like me?” You shook your head and for a moment you thought that he was just joking. “Is that so hard to believe?” He shrugged his shoulders and you nodded. “Yes, yes, that’s hard to believe.” You started to blush even more than he had done and he started to smile, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “Well, please start to believe it, because it’s true.”
jongkey / pg-13 / fluff / for jong-bum :) / inspired by this imagineyourotp prompt
It was really a very terrible party. Whoever was DJing was doing an awful job at it, all the rooms were packed so full of shouting frat boys that it was impossible to hear oneself think, and most of the people Kibum preferred to hang out with at things like this had left some time ago.
Kibum himself would have left too, having long since started to regret coming here, except that he couldn’t in good conscience leave the person he’d come with behind, and Jonghyun was nowhere to be found in the hordes of drunken partiers.
Kibum had thus found himself a place sitting on a beat-up couch in one of the house’s living rooms, sipping unhappily at his miserably warm beer and playing Candy Crush on his phone. He occasionally looked up to scan the crowd for his wayward roommate, then sighed and returned to the game, hoping that Jonghyun would turn up sometime soon.
He was heavily involved in a particular level when a sudden warm weight flopped onto the couch beside him.
so, my tutor told me a few weeks ago, please shoot more men. you’ve got way to many women - fair enough, but it is not easy to find some who are willing to take some pictures, and I mean more than stupid party shots.
still, there is the code - or call it secret - god - allah - the stars or whatever that sometimes brings people together in a certain way. the wonderful woman here on the picture, I proper met about 2 weeks ago for a photo shooting - yes, I still shoot pretty girls ;) somehow we found more than one connection and thought it is kinda strange that we actually meet now - though she’s contacted me about 7 month ago for pictures and I just had her on my ‘to-do’ list. all in all it couldn’t be stranger. but it got. we met those 2 lovely gentlemen last friday, actually 3 - but the one who got annemarie a drink and started practically it all was missing yesterday :) luckily they agreed to do a photoshooting with me [before they travel this summer], and well - this is an outtake. my last weeks were simply amazing, strange and unexpected, and I’m loving every moment!