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aquiver | 01 (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings: mature themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language
words: 10,110
summary: Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…
note. inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the character’s past occupation haha

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Reaction to you wanting to be dominant in bed.



Jin wouldn’t have any opinion about it. If you wanted to take control no problem. If you wanted him to take control, also no problem. It would probably seem a little bit alien to him at first, but he would soon get used to it. If you do your job well, he may want to see your dominant side returning again and again.


Most of the times, Yoongi would like you on top anyway. He’d like watching you ride him, with your tits bouncing up and down and all the faces you make in pleasure. Slow riding his cock would be his favourite stress reliever. You being dominant would not faze him at all. As long as you don’t do something too overboard like blindfolds and handcuffs, he’d be alright; those are only for him to use.


“I’ve been a very bad boy today, (y/n)” Hoseok would say jokingly, not expecting you to do anything. But when you actually take control of him and punish him for being bad, he would actually enjoy it. Although Hobi wouldn’t tell you explicitly, he’d find subtle ways to get you to be dominant again. “I touched myself even though I promised not to. What are you going to do to me now?”

Rap Monster:

Even if he doesn’t have a daddy kink, he’s clearly the dominant one in bed. You would try to get on top and ride him, but guess what, he’s going to take control. He would grip your hips tightly and decide the pace, he’d be the one going in and out of you, leaving you option but to submit. The only time you would really dominate him would be on your birthday or any other special occasion where he wants to treat you. But otherwise, good luck trying to dominate him.


The holy grail of submissive. If you are significantly older than Jimin, he wouldn’t hold back from calling you mommy or noona in bed. “Noona, that feels so good. Please lick me like that again.” Or, “I’ve been a good boy mommy, can I please get my reward.” He’d enjoy being dominated rather than being dominant. He would also have a thing for praises, if you truly want him to be your toy for the night, praise him in every way possible.


Taehyung wouldn’t have a problem with you being dominant. Unless you explicitly told him to keep quiet, he would keep the dirty talk going. “You like taking control of my cock, kitten? Do you like being called master?” He wouldn’t let this be a full time thing though; only when he felt like it. For him sex was a mutual enjoyment, which meant sometimes you would be in control and other times he would.


Jungkook would only appreciate a dominant girlfriend if she was older than him. Even then, he’d probably want to dominate her. We all know how competitive Kook is, this means that he’d try and control her whenever he could. However, he would be open to experimenting new things. So regardless of your age, if you really wanted to dominate him you would have to find the best way to persuade him.

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Close Call ~PART 3

The angst continues! Sorry this is later than planned… I fell asleep.

Read Part 1 First and Here’s Part 2

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This four-part story is essentially what happens when Lance and Keith get captured, and put in separate cells. Lance is injured. Lots of angst. Go read the other parts first.

Hopefully you enjoy! Also, I apologize in advance. Just keep in mind that this has four parts.

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Lance continued to stare determinedly at the door. Any moment now, he told himself, Keith is going to break down that door, and get us out of here. We just have to stay patient. What’s that thing Shiro always says to Keith to calm him down? Patience yields focus.

“How’re you holding up?” Matt asked again, looking over at Lance with concern.

“’M good,” Lance answered shortly. Matt eyed him skeptically, but Lane couldn’t bring himself to say any more. Talking had become a conscious effort, and a painful one.

Lance’s breath came out in short gasps, and the wound had still not stopped bleeding. Granted, the sword had stabbed straight through, but Lance had been applying pressure ever since he woke up.

Still, without any proper medical supplies, his efforts didn’t do much. Both Matt and Lance neglected to address the slowly growing pool of blood under the blue paladin.

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The first days are an emotional blur, joyful and exhausting. You cry because you’re your baby’s only food source and she’d starve without you, so helpless and small. You cry because you love her so much. You cry because you haven’t slept more than 5 hours in the past 3 days combined. You cry because you hurt. You cry because you are, thankfully, finally a mother with a baby in your arms.

People will tell you to sleep when the baby sleeps, and I’m sure it’s wonderful advice, but it is hard during the day. You’ll want to watch her and hold her and possibly spend a few moments interacting with your partner.

You might find it hard to believe that the baby in front of you is the same baby that was in your belly, that you’re finally getting to know the little being that you carried so long. It’s so surreal to finally put the name to the little face. It will seem more and more fitting as the days go on.

You realize that getting up to pee a million times a night while pregnant is infinitely easier than getting up to feed and change a crying newborn.

You buy a crib for the nursery, a Pack ‘n Play with a bassinet level and newborn napper feature for your bedroom, and then an Auto Rock ‘n Play. You even briefly try co-sleeping. Nothing works as easily as you hoped because your baby likes to sleep while being held, so you keep hoping and praying as you try, try again.

You won’t believe it when your little baby outgrows her newborn clothes and diapers so fast that she only gets to wear them once (or possibly not at all) and you have a stack of diapers you have to pack away. Then you race to get your 1 month old through all her 3 month clothes and size 1 diapers before those are rendered useless as well.

You will feel worse following delivery than you did while pregnant. Lighter, yes, but more unsteady, sore, and uncomfortable. You’ll get tired of smelling like Tucks witch hazel pads and Dermoplast numbing spray, but they help so you continue to use them. Along with huge pads and the hospital underwear because they fit and you don’t have to worry about staining them. Don’t be afraid to take the ibuprofen and Tylenol. Around 5 days PP you might be hit with a contraction that brings you to your knees. It lasts for more than 30 minutes and you wonder if something’s terribly wrong, if you need to call an ambulance. Most likely it’s normal. Things are all moving back into place and your uterus has to shrink somehow. Take some Advil and get in the shower. Try to breathe through the pain and use some of those labor techniques. You’ll wonder if you’ll ever feel better again. But you will, around two weeks out you will start to feel more normal. (After you’ve gotten over that sneezing cold at one week PP - ouch!)

You fear you’ll miss the teeny tiny newborn who’s just a few days old, but as she grows you’ll only love her more and more.

Towards the end of pregnancy you were probably so DONE being pregnant, but some weeks or months after delivery, you might find yourself missing your belly and looking back at pictures longingly. So try to enjoy it while you have it, and after, remember that the most beautiful part of it all is in your arms.

You’ll wonder how ANYONE does it. How has the human race even survived? It all seems so hard. But you’ll survive too. One day at a time.

You’ll look forward to the day she actually smiles at you rather than blank-staring. And when you get them, her first smiles will be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen and you’ll forever be trying to elicit them.

You’ll learn that everything takes so much longer with a newborn, especially getting ready in the morning and getting to the store. There’s usually multiple diapers and feedings and outfits involved. And that’s ok. You’ll learn to plan accordingly.

Breastfeeding, at first, is scary, especially when you find out your little babe has lost almost 9% of her body weight in 3 days, and painful, even if you’ve met with 3 lactation consultants and bought every nipple cream and shield available.. but this is normal. She will gain the weight back and it will get better. You’re both learning something new.. You’ll be so proud of every ounce she gains because your body did that.

When you’re nursing and she’s fussy or downright mad, you’ll worry and wonder: Does she have an allergy or an intolerance? Painful gas or a bubble? Is the milk coming too fast? Is she exhausted? Does she hate the taste of something you ate? Onions? Chocolate? Milk? You’d do anything if only you knew so you’ll try your best to figure it out.

The Moro/startle reflex. SO. CUTE.

She makes a lot of noise. You might be expecting sweet little coos, but usually a lot of grunts, wheezes, and snorts are involved. And mostly at night.

Sometimes Dad/S.O. will be the only one who can calm and soothe her. Try not to take it personally. Be thankful instead.

When you finally get her to sleep and go to lay her down she’ll stay still and quiet just long enough for you to think she’s soundly asleep and get back to bed. But as soon as your head hits the pillow she’ll start to fuss. It’s uncanny.

You’ll say over and over how she’s getting so big, but at the end of the day she still seems so small.

Your postpartum body will present a conundrum: on the one hand, you’ll be so proud of the beautiful life you grew but on the other hand, you might feel self conscious about the stretch marks and saggy tummy. Keep trying to convince yourself of the former.

You will want to go bra-less so bad, but won’t feel able to due to your new leakiness. Showers become twice as nice.

It will be much harder to eat. Or do anything for that matter. Food will get cold. Dishes and laundry will pile up. It will have been a couple days since you showered. Don’t worry, someone will get to it at some point. Get help when you can.

You may think you didn’t have much of a lifestyle before baby, especially if you stayed in a lot and enjoyed watching tv, but you will soon realize that even something as simple as tv-watching is difficult with a newborn. But she’s so cute that you (mostly) won’t mind.

You will love all her features: her chubby cheeks, sweet mouth and silly tongue, button nose, curious eyes, her tiny fingers and toes, round belly, and soft head. You wouldn’t trade her for the world and, already, you can’t imagine life without her.

You’ll fill up your phone’s memory with hundreds and hundreds of pictures. And will have a hard time deleting any.

The nursery that you worked so lovingly on while pregnant won’t exactly look like a nursery anymore when you realize at 1 month that she should probably be learning to sleep where she will eventually be sleeping, so you move the crib into your bedroom only to have her spend half the night back in the newborn napper in the Pack ‘n Play anyways. You’ll get a bedtime routine figured out soon enough (at least that’s what I’m telling myself, we’re still working on this one!)

Clean baby is the Best. Smell. Ever.

You’ll worry if you’ll be a good enough mother/parent to her and if you’ll be able to grow and nurture her the way she needs and deserves. Try to remind yourself that worrying about this is probably a good sign that you’re going to do just fine.

You’ll dream about your future together. Cuddles and smiles and giggles and story time and bath time and bedtime and trips to the zoo and vacations and first days of school. You know you’ll be loving her deeply for the rest of your life ❤️

—  Some things I’ve learned in the first 5 weeks with my daughter and encouragement to new moms/soon-to-be moms

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From that day on, Sherlock took note of John’s behavior in the flat. He noticed how the man took to wearing tighter shirts, when he wasn’t snuggled up in his beloved jumpers. Sherlock nearly fainted one night, he was watching Rosie while John was having a shower. John usually came out wearing all his clothes, but this time, John emerged with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Even Rosie halted her playing to stare at her very naked father. John smoothed his hair back and walked over to the two with a warm smile on his face. He kissed Rosie’s head, earning him a smile from her. He moved to kiss Sherlock’s lips and Sherlock merely stared. John titled his head and caressed his cheek. Then, without a word he got up and walked to his bedroom to dress. The only thing that Sherlock could think of was how good he looked. His body damp, with the beads of water on his blond chest hair, the towel wrapped tightly around his waist so that the roundness of his stomach hung slightly over the edge. His scar that stretched across his shoulder was a bit pink from being under the hot water. His hair, oh his hair, wet and long and styled into the swoop that Sherlock has come to love so much.

It made Sherlock’s heart warm to see that John was finally starting to become more confident after their talk, it also excited him because he had so much more to say to John. That man deserved to be showered in love the same way he did Sherlock. They lay in bed and he saw John strip himself of his shirt and lay down beside him. Sherlock rolled over so that his head was resting on John’s unbelievably soft chest, and his hand was on top of his stomach. He closed his eyes and inhaled John’s scent. Like mint and lavender. Sherlock smirked, he was using his soap.


John’s hands were carding through Sherlock’s curls. He moaned in response. Good, he was still awake.

“Either I’ve gone mad or you are especially naked tonight.”

“Is it bothering you?” Sherlock could hear the smirk. He didn’t respond.

“I could always put a shirt back on.” When he started to move, Sherlock held him down and said, “No! I like it. Your skin is quite soft.”

John’s chest rumbled and his hand continued stroking the brown curls.

“You know, Sherlock. What you’ve said to me that day. About all the things you loved about me. At first, I thought you were taking the piss, or trying to make me feel like something I wasn’t. But I don’t know if you realize it, but, when you’re being sincere there’s this…this glint in your eyes and your face it softens and becomes what I now know as the real you.”

Sherlock’s eyes were still closed, but he wasn’t asleep.

“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is. You made me feel good about myself. And I hadn’t realized until then how good it feels to be….”

“Be what, John?”

“How good it feels to be validated, and loved.”

It must have taken a lot of courage for John to work up the nerves to say something like that. He was being so extraordinarily brave and Sherlock was so proud of him. Sherlock sat up and kissed him gently.

“John, it is my duty as your lover to tell you all the things I love about you, just as you do to me every waking moment. You’re my best friend, you know that right?”

“I know it, Sherlock. You’re my best friend too.”

Sherlock smiled even though John wouldn’t be able to see it clearly, and returned to his original position, falling asleep faster than he ever had in his life.

The next day, John finally had to return to work. It was different without him there. Sherlock had just gotten used to his constant presence again, and now, he was gone. Rosie didn’t seem to mind the absence much, she was usually with Sherlock for most the day anyway, he wondered if she even knew John was gone. He busied himself with playing with her, watching yet another rerun of Teletubbies in sheer horror, and thinking about new cases Lestrade might have. They were probably fives and below, so he let the thought go quickly. He looked at the clock, John would be due home soon and Rosie had yet to have her supper. By the time he fed her, John returned home. She could barely keep her eyes open.

“Did she give you any trouble today?”

Sherlock shook his head, afraid that his voice would wake her. John walked over to the two and gave them kisses. He looked tired.

“I’m going to have a shower, Sherlock.” He spoke lowly so he wouldn’t wake the baby. Sherlock watched as he disappeared into their room before going to Rosie’s to set her down. The shower already started, and Sherlock was quick to grab a change of clothes and walk into the bathroom. John sighed loudly, he must have just stepped in. Sherlock shed his clothes, he was meaning to do that after Rosie threw up on him. He looked down at himself, stark naked. He took a deep breath and stepped into the shower. John turned around, hair already lathered with shampoo, body soaking wet.



John laughed. The man could be butt naked, and still act like the most pompous ass in the room. John took the time to survey Sherlock. He was so thin, yet, he had muscles from all the cases he’s taken on and solved. All the years of fighting and trying to be strong. He looked like something out of a museum.

“Are we feeling a little impatient? Couldn’t wait your turn, huh?”

“I thought you might want the company. You seemed stressed today.”

John exhaled and crossed his arms. “I forgot how much patience you need to be a GP. Why do people insist on coming into a clinic when they know they’ve only got a cold?”

Sherlock smiled and moved to massage John’s shoulders. “There there, John, it’s okay. I’m here.”

“You are, you’re here and very naked too.”

“As are you.”

John moaned at the massage and the hot water hitting his body.

“We should do something about this, should we?”

Sherlock grabbed John’s face and kissed him. He kissed him again, and again, and again.


“Shhh, John. You’ve had a tiresome day at work, please, let me take care of you tonight.”

His kisses started to trail down to John’s neck, eliciting a louder moan. Sherlock smirked as he traveled lower and lower until he got to where he needed. He smiled.

John seemed pretty excited too.


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You had no idea just how long you had been sat at the top of the Alexandria walls but you had guessed it had been a while. Your worn clothes stuck to you uncomfortably, drenched in sweat and it wasn’t even the slightest bit warm. All you wanted was to look up and see him walking back with his crossbow slung lazily across his back. But no matter how many times you imagined it, it never happened. And why? Because a stupid little prick called Negan stole him from his home, his family and most importantly you. You would give anything just to see him walk safely through those gates. Anything!

After a few more hours of staring out into the barren road and enduring Ricks persistent nagging that “it’s not healthy (y/n)” you gave in. Well some what gave in. Eventually you climbed down from the the post with assistance from Rick, who was just glad to see you move an inch, and headed the short way to yours and Daryl’s shared house. After all you knew he wouldn’t be back any time soon and he probably would stay anyway because the smell of you alone was nauseating.

After you had successfully washed the stench away and wolfed down some kind of soup you were already sprinting down to the exit, which at this time in the morning would be empty, prepared to sit and watch for him again.But it’s wasn’t.

A quaint group of people had gathered at the gate, their faces washed with relief and joy, which was in these times very surprising. You rushed forward and watched confused and the group parted leaving a familiar face staring back at you. The moment you recognised him you both rushed forward. You jumped up and wrapped every limb possible around him, trusting that he would catch you, while he took in you familiar smell and pecked your face every place possible. You couldn’t believe it he was back, your Daryl was back! After a long embrace you released him from your death grip, followed by him cupping you face softly. “Dam, I missed this beautiful face of yours.“

Sorry this was a bit shit wanted to try something different. REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Originally posted by sensualkisses

  • Aries: They’re upfront and direct about it. No messing around. They don’t try to pretend like they aren’t upset, and they don’t try to hide what made them feel this way. You probably know just as well, and if not they’ll let you know soon enough anyways. They don’t try to play games or be passive-aggressive, but they will demand something out of you. Most of the time they become irate very quickly, but later calm down just as fast.
  • Taurus: It’s not common to see this sign in a bad mood, because they’re so naturally peaceful that anger is an uncomfortable sensation to them. When they’re irritated, they tend to suppress any feelings of annoyance, telling themselves to keep it cool and downplay whatever happened. But when they reach a breaking point, they lose all reservations. They blow up in an explosive quality or demonstrate how they feel through sheer stubbornness. Their emotional state is slow and steady, causing lasting grudges. If you manage to cross them, they'll remember for a long time.
  • Gemini: Being such an airy, detached sign, these people don’t like being portrayed as angry- so they’ll attempt to rationalize their own feelings. They may talk themselves into having a superiority complex, or reason about why someone else is inferior. They might try to hide how they feel by making up reasons to criticize something or someone. When upset, they often turn their feelings into words, either through venting, sarcasm, or writing. In the worst case scenario, they can be downright dishonest and manipulative, reverting to gossiping and lying.
  • Cancer: They become unstable, volatile, and moody. Like Taurus, such a negative emotion makes them feel ill-at-ease, but they feel like it’s a heavy weight, almost painful. They’ll pretend as though nothing is bothering them and insist that they’re fine, then lash out right afterwards. Uncomfortable with direct conflict, they’re more defensive than offensive. Anger tends to bring up insecurities for them, so they'll try to pick arguments by bringing up things that happened weeks, months, even years ago! They withdraw from others, mulling over their thoughts and feelings.
  • Leo: When they’re genuinely upset, not only will you know, but everyone else in the same room will know. Their anger is expressed in a bold, dramatic quality: they might start a scene or type a speech. It's nearly theatrical. It might seem as though an irate Leo belongs in a movie rather than real life. Though they're generally easy-going, when their ego is damaged, they can easily become fired-up and prideful.
  • Virgo: Anger would not be an appropriate word for this sign. Virgo doesn’t get angry: they become irritated, annoyed, and aggravated. Not a naturally aggressive sign, they will resort to snarky remarks, eye-rolls, or extreme criticism, rather than showing any overt frustration. Instead of confronting someone outright, they will try to distance themselves. When upset, they can become tedious to be around, nitpicking at minor details as a means of expressing their dislikes.
  • Libra: They remain cool under pressure, as being openly mad doesn’t suit them. They can either be the type to “kill with kindness” or be passive-aggressive, but either way, they aren’t ones to pursue conflict. Rather than expressing what made them upset outright, this sign internalizes any such feelings. They can easily keep a poker face to conceal their emotions. They might use any negative feelings to charm someone and win them over.
  • Scorpio: The nature of their anger is not fiery- it’s as cold as ice. Though they are emotionally-driven, they’re extremely private about it- so on the surface, you’ll see nothing unusual. They can hold grudges for an extensive period of time, waiting for the right moment to strike. With strong gut instincts, this sign can turn any feelings of frustration into psychological warfare. They can cut people out of their lives. They are not above hitting below the belt when they’re truly upset.
  • Sagittarius: Their temper tends to come in short, forceful, and spontaneous bursts. Suddenly, something that you say rubs them the wrong way, and they'll want to argue it out. Suddenly, they see something online that makes them feel upset. They tend to be very straightforward and direct in saying how they’re feeling, and why they feel that way. When they’re angry, they can go to extensive lengths to avoid the cause. They can express their opinions with near brutal honesty, attempting to convince everyone around them of their opinions.
  • Capricorn: Naturally level-headed, this sign’s temper is the most controlled of all. They have a strong need for self-control, and they manage to channel their anger into action. They utilize their anger for productive purposes, using their emotions as an indicator of what they need to do next and how to plan ahead. When they’re upset with someone, they express feelings of extreme frustration and can become controlling or pushy.
  • Aquarius: Their temper is of a philosophical quality, and they have many intellectual reasons to justify how they’re feeling. They can easily become obstinate and willful. They’re most likely to defy social norms and outright tell someone that they’ve made them angry, or that they don’t want them in their life anymore, or that they just don’t like the person. They can become argumentative or deliberately difficult to express how they’re feeling. They detach themselves from the situation, becoming aloof and unavailable- unaffected by any emotional appeals.
  • Pisces: Being such a fluid sign, expressing anger doesn’t really feel natural here. They need an outlet. The quality of their feelings is internalized, and because they believe that they’re no better than anyone else, they push any reactions inwards to themselves. They can be very moody, unpredictable, and manipulative. They can keep others guessing what they want or how they’re feeling, when in reality they’re not sure themselves.
  • *Check your sun and Mars signs*

“Is he dead?”

Lucy Wieder’s shaky question snaps Scully back to herself, and she walks over to crouch by Peattie. She can feel a pulse, but it’s thready. Her shot may have missed his heart, but he still has a major chest wound, and all she has to work with is a basic first aid kit.

“He’s alive for now, but I don’t know if he’ll survive long enough to get him out of here. We’re at least 50 miles from the nearest hospital.”

“There’s an ambulance coming right behind me,” Mulder says quietly. “I had them send one just in case.”

She gives him a look that tries to convey Thank you and I love you and Way to plan ahead, you brilliant man all at once. The subtle, knowing smile he gives her back says he read her loud and clear.

“Okay then. I need to put pressure on this. Mulder, can you hand me that blanket? And Doctor Wieder? How about you, are you all right?”

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Thoughts on ivar and sex? Some people have mentioned that his nerves got the best of him rather than he can't have it at all. People who are in wheelchairs can have sex but it take a different kind of learned effort but most have normal sex lives. How do you think he would be when having sex? He seemed very insecure and submissive but that might change if he got some confidence? He DID have kids and grandkids historically tho.

Yes, historical Ivar had kids but I think the show runners threw the last bit of historical accuracy out of the window by killing off Sigurd, so I really have no idea where they will go with it on the show.

I remember reading an interview where Alex said that Ivar isn’t impotent, he’s just having performance problems, which makes sense to me. Not moving your legs much must definitely cause issues with the bloodflow in your lower body. He also said that after what happened with Margreth Ivar thinks that he is impotent and isn’t likely to try again any time soon. So if he ever gets confident enough to try again - what I really hope - the women would have to take control at first, so that he’d just have to sit back and relax. That will probably be hard enough for him anyways. I think maybe if Margreth would have done that instead of just lying there and waiting for it to be over, thinks might have turned out differently.

About him being insecure and submissive: Who isn’t at their first time? And now next time will probably be the same. Wouldn’t be realistic at all if he goes from thinking “he can’t please a woman” to being a skilled lover from one time to the next. When he gets more experienced and confident I imagine him to be quite dominant in bed. He likes to have control about others so I think that would be a turn on for him. But on the other hand some say that these born-leader-characters are often submissive in bed because they enjoy the chance to give up contol for a while. So that might be another possibilty. 

I hope we will find out in the seasons to come. Whatever the outcome will be a scene including Ivar and no clothes is always a good scene.

Getting very interesting asks today. Love it! Keep them coming!

Missing You: Chapter 5 (Final Chapter)

Summary: Phil goes away to visit a friend for a few days. Dan misses him and tries to fill the time. Based of Dan’s recent liveshow.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

This Chapter: Dan is very sore after his run, Dan and Phil text, Phil comes home

Word Count (this chapter): 2000

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Nudity (Dan in bath), Minor sex references, Suggestiveness 

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oh hey

So I was thinking today about something that has been kinda… at the back of my mind for a bit. It’s pretty critical of TOG and ACOTAR and sjm as a writer. Just… letting you know before you proceed.

I was thinking about sjm and how people seem to insist on saying that she is very deliberate and planning, and then people (meaning us) go about rereading her books trying to find details and writing theories and all this stuff, and……….. I don’t know about this, friends.

And we do things like try to meta and find theories, and so many theories are based on just… nothing. Almost literally nothing. A sentence or a word does not make a legitimate theory. That’s just… how it is. (That’s far more about your reading and interpretation of the text than it is about the text itself.) But people look for foreshadowing and base it off one word or mention 4 books back and I’m just thinking… no. That was an accident. A happy one. It’s reasonable to expect an author to have a plan. Like… that would be weird if we never found any details that ended up being important later on. But when people start saying stuff like every word is important and means Something Very Deep, just… no. Nu-uh. Non.

And then even the metas that are based on a good deal of evidence find a lot of holes. A lot of unanswered questions. Because the information just isn’t there. In some cases it’s because we can’t reasonably expect it to be there. But in others? When I was writing this meta on Rhysand, and when I write them on moriel (here’s my meta page, or search the tag “my meta”), half my arguments are “there is a possibility of this, but we don’t have evidence for it”. And that’s not always due to things that should be there. Especially with moriel. Like their story is not the central one, there is no reason for us to be familiar with their entire history. But a lot of my questions about Rhysand were pretty basic, imo.

We can’t have it both ways, basically. We can’t say that she drops in these small details and oooh the foreshadowing, while also saying “hey, look at these gaping holes in world-building” (which become more apparent the more meta you do). And honestly… I’m learning towards the latter as being more often true.

Look, I really enjoy the stories and the characters, clearly. But I also want to roll my eyes every time someone says sjm is such a genius or oh HEY look at that random detail that seems to mean something, because now in retrospect we can say it means something. It’s super easy to look back on something and say “well it must have meant X”. I mean… exhibit A, in which I analyzed GLOVES. Everything I wrote in that post is true… to an extent… but that doesn’t mean that sjm intended for it to mean anything? And so attributing some genius plan to her is just weird, to me.

I’ll probably get some kind of flack for this, but it’s just something I’ve noticed and it bothers me, in a way. Kinda similarly to how people writing theories with little to no evidence in canon drives me fucking crazy. But. NBD.

None of this is to say we can’t enjoy these books. I have NO intention of hopping off the rowaelin/moriel/feysand train any time soon. But let’s just not act like this stuff is the second coming. Because no. And that’s totally fine. She’s not going to win the Pulitzer or the Man Booker or a National Book Award any time soon. But that’s not really what we are here for, anyway. There would probably be much, much less smut in our lives if we were. (And that would make me sad, personally.)

Also I just want to point out that this is NOT an anti post. I’m just being a critical reader. So don’t reblog this with anti tags, please. I have… feelings about that.

Casualties- Chapter 1 (1/?)

A new story is here! Hello to all! I’ve been plotting, writing, re-plotting, editing, and re-writing for the past few weeks, but I finally think that I have a groove going on. This is my first time dabbling into Modern AUs, so I hope that it turns out okay. Some things will be quite different in this story (i.e., I’ve changed up Emma’s background a little bit and whatnot), but I will try my best to make sure that I explain everything clearly so that it will be easy to follow along. I really hope that you all enjoy!

RATED M for LANGUAGE and ANGST and other stuff.


“And the Emmy for best actress in a drama series goes to…” Emma closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to summon her fake smile that she would have to portray when she lost. “Emma Swan in ‘Casualties’!”

A roar of applause echoed around the arena, causing Emma’s heart to fall into her stomach and her eyes to snap wide open. She turned to her side and saw her brother standing up, clapping and cheering her on. “Stand up, Em. You won!”

She turned to the director of the television show that she starred in and waited for confirmation that this was not a dream. Director and Writer, August Booth stood up and cheered loudly. “Go on!”

Emma heard the MC speaking over the applause and she smiled brightly as she finally stood up, covering her gaping mouth with her hand. “This is Emma Swan’s first Emmy nomination, and first Emmy win.”

She quickly pulled her brother, David, into her arms for a quick embrace before walking slowly and carefully to the steps of the stage. She looked up and saw famous actress, Aurora, standing on the stage waiting to present Emma with her award.

After successfully climbing the stairs, she walked over to Aurora and gave her a tight hug.

“I’m so happy for you, Emma. Congratulations!” Aurora said into her ear.

“Thank you.” Emma smiled through her joyful tears as she was handed her Emmy.

After taking another deep breath, she stood in front of the microphone— waiting to give her acceptance speech.

“I want to make this quick because I feel like I might be sick.” She laughed as she tightened her grip on the golden trophy. “Seriously, this is insane. Okay… um first of all, I want to thank my brother. He’s stuck by my side through everything that I have been through, and words cannot describe how much I love and appreciate you. To his wife, Mary Margaret, I love you. Thank you for being the sister that I never had.”

Emma felt her lips quivering and she chuckled and tried to blink away her tears as she continued. “I have to thank my publicist and good friend, Regina. I would be so lost without you. I also want to thank the amazing cast and crew, and my second family— August, Graham, Lance, Mulan, Tink, and Killian. I want to thank the Academy for giving me this opportunity; and lastly, I want to thank all of the incredible fans for not only watching the show, but for loving the show as much as I do. 'Casualties’ means so much to me, you honestly have no idea, and I am so grateful for all of those who have fallen in love with Laiken Halle and her story. Thank you.”

Emma stepped away from the microphone and flashed the audience with one more smile before turning away and walking away, the sound of applause and cheers filling her ears as she disappeared behind the curtains.

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anonymous asked:

Where is bts rn? Are they flying back to Korea? Bc everyone is telling me diff things like Hawaii 0_0

oh god I wish they are going to Hawaii, they deserve a vacation! But probably they’re also working. Coz even in vacation, Bangtan is working. ANYWAYS, we have no info because i think finally people listened to seokjin and stopped taking photos of them when they’re spotted. So personally, I haven’t seen any info on their whereabouts. Wherever they are I hope they’re having a great time and getting lots of rest!

EDIT: anon i think you might be right with the Hawaii thing. We’ll know soon enough ^_^

Ride or Die (Barry Allen x Reader)

Originally posted by claraoswan

Requested by: anonymous “i have an idea for a oneshot of barry/cisco x reader from a convo i’ve actually had: 1: “you know what let’s freaking fight” 2: “i’d rather make out.” 1: “what” 2: “what?” 1: “i mean i’m down, but that was unexpected.” the reader can be either :)”

Word Count: 1,065


Author’s Note: So this’ll be the last imagine for a while, probably like a two or three days haha bc um my laptop broke so im using my mom’s rn and it’s in her room and she’ll be SUPER confused as to why im in there 24/7 so…anyways thanks you guys AND IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FORGIVE ME

“That’s it! I’m done!” you said frustrated. Barry was smiling like what happened was some kind of joke, making you even more irritated. “Barry, seriously, this isn’t funny.” You crossed your arms in anger. 

He had been messing around with your computer when he accidentally deleted all of the pictures that you’d taken on your trip to Europe. All.

You had been wanting to go and explore that continent for the longest time and when you had finally done it with a group from your college, of course you’d taken photos. A couple hundred actually. 

You loved that trip and when you figured out that all of the pictures were gone, you were mad. Beyond mad. You were so frustrated and angry that you could feel tears building up, blurring your eyesight. 

And that wasn’t all of it. Lately, your boyfriend, Barry, had been bailing on your dates. Now, you knew he was the ‘oh so famous’ Flash. You loved him for it and you respected it. But when he had cancelled five dates already, you were angry. And hurt.

But you didn’t say anything. What were you supposed to say? ‘Oh, Barry. Stop saving Central City and come have a date with me’? No, you couldn’t. That would make you sound selfish and barbaric.

So you kept it in.

And now, after a horrible day at school, you had come home to this. And Barry was about to start laughing. Really, if you were a cartoon, smoke would be fuming out of your ears.

You took one long deep breath in and tried to calm yourself. Sadly enough, it didn’t work. 

“You think this is funny?” you asked, clenching your fists.

“I mean, it’s pr-” Barry started, looking at the laptop but then saw your facial expression which clearly told him not to continue that sentence. “Oh, no. It’s not funny. At all,” he stuttered.

“You-.” You gestured to the laptop. “You just deleted all of my photos, Barry!” you said with a raised voice.

“It’s okay, Y/N. You can-” he continued but you cut him off.

“What, Barry? I can what?”

“Y/N, I didn’t want to fight, but if you’re gonna act like this-” Barry said, getting interrupted again.

“Oh, oh,” you scoffed. “Okay, so it’s my fault? You know what? Let’s fight, Barry! Let’s freaking fight!” you yelled, letting your built-up anger out.

Barry shook his head and scoffed back lightly. “I’m not gonna fight you, Y/N,” he told you with a cocky smile.

You squinted his eyes at him. “Are you kidding me? Why not? What, you can’t take the heat?” you asked him. You actually thought his douche stance was one of the hottest things that he could do, and no matter how badly you wanted to be mad at him, that smirk would get you every time.

He leaned against the wall with arms crossed and shrugged, acting as if he didn’t care.

“I mean,” he paused in mock thought, one eyebrow quirking up, “I’d rather make out. But that’s, you know, your preference.”

This made you pause. You raised your eyebrows in surprise yet you could feel a blush rising from your cheeks. And it wasn’t from anger. Even though you and Barry had made out many times, and gone further than that, just the word makes you turn red. 

“What?” you questioned, trying to keep your voice steady. 

Barry looked at you as if you just had said something that he didn’t hear. “What?” he asked, acting confused.

You glared at him. This tall, hot, arrogant, headache of a boyfriend was making your emotions go into haywire. And, for some unknown reason, you loved it.

You chuckled and let your arms dangle by your sides. Shrugging, you replied back to his proposition. “I mean, I’m down, but really Barry. That was totally unexpected.”

And just like that, the core of your anger melted away and the only thing that you could focus on was his lips on yours.

He grinned at you before crossing the room to where you stood. Barry grabbed you by the waist and came to kiss you. At first, it was a regular kiss, but when you tangled your fingers into his hair and pulled lightly is when it got more heated. 

He pulled you closer, your bodies melting into each other. Barry’s hand came to grab the back of your head, pushing your lips tighter against his. His tongue licked your lips, mutely asking for an entrance that you gladly gave. 

You moaned into the kiss, feeling his tongue against yours. 

But then you pulled away, remembered the reason why you were mad in the first place.

“Mm, Bar,” you whispered. He resorted to kissing down your neck and sucking on one spot. Oh, that’ll leave a hickey later.

“I’m supposed mad at you, Barry Allen,” you said teasingly. Instead of stopping, however, he bit the raw spot on your neck, sending a blissful feeling throughout your entire body. You hummed in pleasure.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” he murmured against your neck, finding another spot to suck. “They’re all in the backup folder.”

“What?” you asked, slightly pulling away. “Really?”

He sighed, missing your warmth against him. “Yes, really. Now come back here,” Barry mumbled, grabbing your cheeks to crash his lips against yours.

You smiled into the kiss, pushing him onto the couch that was behind him. You crawled onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I’m still mad at you. I still need to talk to you,” you murmured against his swollen lips.

“And I still wanna make out with you,” Barry said. With that, he carried you and flip the two of you. You laid under him as he hovered above with on his elbows. You squealed as Barry pecked you lightly on the lips.

“I could stay like this all night,” he whispered. You beamed at him. You knew that there was still unfixed problems between the two of you, but right now, you could care less.

“Why not?” you said.

Barry’s smile grew big before showering you with kisses. You knew that Barry would make you mad again, and vice versa. But, it was okay. You knew that it would be okay, because you loved each other. 

And if two people loved each other so much, they could overcome any fight that they faced. Together.

The End


Author’s Note: So I hope that you guys liked this imagine:) idrk how good it is haha but this’ll be the last one for a few days:( I will try to write one tomorrow too but it probably wont be until I get my new laptop which will be…idk when bc THE MAILMAN IS TAKING IS SWEET TIME SHIPPING IT anyways love you guys and see you soon!

anonymous asked:

Has this been done before ?? Munakata and Totsuka switching bodies ?

I feel like they would both be far too amused and way too chill about this situation than most everyone else, like they run into each other just in time for the body switch Strain to attack and soon they’re both staring at their new bodies all ‘oh, how interesting.’ I feel like the two of them would have an interesting relationship anyway, when they meet they’re both probably smiling a lot and making pointed comments and Munakata’s making Totsuka sort of uncomfortable but he’s not letting any of it show while Munakata keeps finding Totsuka oddly intriguing and is trying to find out more about this person who holds the Red King in check. They don’t get too far in measuring each other up though when the Strain attacks and after that they actually bond a little because well this is an interesting turn of events isn’t it. Munakata retrieves his glasses and coat from Totsuka while Totsuka has to get his camera and film his own body talking all formally like the Blue King (also they can both manage their own sparkling which makes them feel more comfortable in the new body).

So then they eventually decide to go back to their respective clans, Mumakata has the foresight to send a message ahead so they know what to expect but Totsuka just walks right on in to Homra. He probably tries to play a little bit first, like Totsuka walks into Bar Homra all ‘oya oya I see King is sleeping on the couch again’ while everyone stares at him blankly wondering what the Blue King is doing here. Mikoto figures it out pretty quick though and Totsuka pouts a little because he was hoping King would play along a little longer. Most of the other Homra guys find it weird to see the stuffy Blue King being all loose and 'everything will be fine.’ Also imagine Totsuka tries to play guitar and sing for everyone but instead of the soothing tones of Kaji Yuuki he’s doing a Munakata-style poetry reading version of Circle of Friends. I can see him imitating Munakata a bunch towards Mikoto just for fun and Mikoto keeps giving him this flat look because Totsuka-as-Munakata fake lecturing him is actually not much better than real Munakata lecturing him.

Meanwhile over at Scepter 4 the one who’s having the most trouble with the whole thing is probably Fushimi, who feels almost as if he’s being double doted on by some unholy combination of Munakata and Totsuka. I just see him making the most disgusted face every time Munakata smiles at him with Totsuka’s face, sparkling proudly, and Fushimi wonders if he can just take the rest of the day off. Munakata still manages to be strangely intimidating even in Totsuka’s body – maybe he can still use his King powers so at some point when he’s on his way back to Scepter 4 some random guys attack him thinking he’s Homra’s weak point only to be totally wrecked. Though Munakata finds it unexpectedly difficult because afterward he’s a bit out of breath and it makes him wonder again about this Totsuka Tatara, whose body seems so unsuited for powers of any type and who even so has managed to tame Suoh Mikoto.


So this is inspired in (and dedicated to) this AMAZING FANART by @brickerbeetle

Hanahaki Disease:

“The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient coughs up flowers or flower petals. The only cure is to have that love reciprocated, or to somehow wipe away all one’s memories of their beloved person. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.”

One-shot under the cut… (a little bit of angsty) sorry I wrote this so fast because I couldn’t take this AU out of my mind

Haru is so afraid to not be reciprocated that he just goes for the surgery, but it is scheduled for like two weeks later and he has to hide it the best he can, so he doesn’t go out of his house and goes home as soon as he can from school, so everyone is starting to worry but he avoids them (especially Rin).

The day before the surgery Haru can’t take it anymore and he sneaks in Samezuka’s pool to swim at night and of course Rin had to find him, and he sees a bunch of sakura petals in the water and he is confused and when he follows the path of sakuras in the water he sees Haru at the end of it looking at him with terror, and Rin runs to his side to talk with him but Haru goes out of the pool and then runs out of the place with Rin behind him.

He finally catches Haru outside and they fight because Rin is worried (They haven’t seen each other in two weeks) and Haru is just screaming “Let me go!” until he coughs and sakura petals fall out of his hands covering his mouth and both of them are standing still, Haru is looking away from Rin with tears forming in his eyes, and Rin grabs his chin making him look at him 

“so that’s what this is all about… tell me who is it?" 

"Not your problem" 

"Tell me!" 


Rin grabs him by the shoulders and pushes him against the wall next to them 

"You better tell me now or I won’t let you go anywhere”

“What’s your problem I said let me go!" 

"I won’t! I know you’ll have the surgery soon" 

"And what if I do?! let me go already!" 

"I had that surgery too!" 

Haru has his eyes wide open with tears falling "What?…” he says in a whisper 

“I had that surgery a three years ago in Australia" 

"You fell in love in Australia…" 

"No you ass! I fell in love here in Iwatobi! but I only realized once it was too late…”

Haru can’t believe what he just heard ‘here in Iwatobi' 

“So… So just tell me who is it already!" 

"R-Rin I-” he couldn’t say anything else because of the petals coming out of his mouth 

Rin looked at him worried 

“It’s that bad huh?”

“S-Shut up…” Haru looked away, this was the worst thing that could ever happen 

“Tell me who is it…” one of Rin’s hands left Haru’s shoulder and reached for his face “Please tell me…” he said leaning his head getting closer to Haru 

“I-I can’t…” Haru could feel Rin’s warm breath he couldn’t stop looking at the other’s lips 

“Haru… please…” now their lips were an inch away from each other 

“Rin… please… stop…” and with that said he closed his eyes at the feeling of Rin lips touching his

They were all alone there in the silent and cold night and once their soft kiss was over Rin looked back at him 

“So no petals anymore" 

Haru’s eyes went wide open once again with the tears still falling to the sides and a shy blush crossing his cheeks 


Rin looked up to the sky 

"the surgery I had… it was because of you" 

Haru couldn’t believe what he was hearing 

"I thought I would be fine with it, anyway probably we would never see each other again" 

He looked back at Haru "But here we are and now… I find you having the same problem" 

Haru’s tears were not stopping any time soon 

"So was I right? it was me wasn’t it?" 

Haru looked away from Rin’s stare 

"Of course you would never say it" 

Rin smiled "You know what? I think that surgery didn’t fix the problem completely… or maybe it did" 

He leaned his head until his lips were almost brushing Haru’s ear "When I came back and saw you once again… every now and then I would find sakura petals in my pillow" 

Haru’s eyes were wide open yet once again 'Sakura petals’…

ID #12616

Name: Esther
Age: 15
Country: Brazil

Hi! I’m Esther and I’m from Brazil. I’ve never had a pen pal before, but I’d really like to have one. I really like the idea of having friends from other countries and other cultures in general. I love meeting new people and listening to their stories.
I like reading (Harry Potter specially), I like listening to music (Arctic Monkeys and The Killers are my favorites atm, but I’ll probably listen to anything if you recommend it to me), I like memes, horror movies, bad jokes, animal pictures and lgbtq+ history.
I also really enjoy friendly discussions about any topic
I can be a bit awkward at times, but I love talking to people anyways. My first language is portuguese, but I’m fluent in english and I speak a bit of spanish too.
I’d prefer talking over email, and don’t hesitate to contact me. Hope to hear from you soon !

Preferences: Someone around my age, I don’t have a gender preference. Lgbt friendly (I’m bi myself), don’t be racist, sexist or phobic in general


Raphael doesn’t like thinking about the past, about what came before. Maybe that’s why he’s tolerated Magnus Bane so long. They both have that same trait in common. That and the fact that he saved his life- if you could call it that. Really, what did Magnus Bane do but control his appetite for blood? Without him he most likely would have become a blood thirsty monster, but as far he was concerned he already was one. The moment he could fully comprehend what had been done to him, added the fact that he could no longer say dios mios, he knew he was a monster. An abomination to God. He didn’t deserve to be saved, he didn’t deserve to still be alive.

Magnus told him that his mother had tried to pay him to take care of himself, but that couldn’t be right. He didn’t believe it, not for a long time. His mother, a devote Catholic would never try to save a monster such as himself, even if he was her oldest and most beloved son. She would never risk her life for something, someone so unworthy, would she? It wasn’t until many months later when he has his hunger under control and a heavily guarded meeting with her was arranged did he truly believe and understand the love and devotion that was in his mother’s heart. She was better than he ever would be. After all, he took after his father more than anything, his mother even used to say so when he was younger. She stopped when his father left, but it was still true. He still had the same dark hair and dark eyes. The same scowl and charm. He was his father’s son, forever more.

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Similar Smiles


 Steve Rogers x Reader, Johnny Storm x Reader
 Can you do an imagine where Y/N is in love with Steve and he is too but he won’t date her because he thinks he’ll put her in danger and one day she meets Johnny who looks exactly like Steve and they start dating which causes Steve to get angry thanks
Warnings: None
Notes: Hey guys, as you’ve probably noticed I’ve had a bunch of Steve and Bucky imagines out due to them being requested. Though I love writing about them both I’d also enjoy to write about others aswell, I have a Howard Stark imagine and a Thor imagine coming up soon, but otherwise just Steve/Bucky stuff. If you want to see any other characters written about please feel free to request them! Anyway enjoy!

“Y/N. how many times have we got to do this, I thought you understood!” Steve said heatedly. “And I thought you understood Steve, how many times have I got to say that I don’t care about the risks, I just want you!” You yelled with tears in your eyes. Sighing Steve ran his hands through his blonde hair and down his face. “Look Y/N, you know I love you, probably more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and that’s why I cant do this. It would put you in danger and I care about you too deeply to lose you because I was selfish.” Steve huffed tucking a stray stand of hair behind your ear. Kissing you on the temple he headed to the door. “If you leave right now there’s no coming back, just know that Rogers.” You whispered as your tears spilled over your cheeks. With an apologetic smile he left, leaving you to break down on your bedroom floor. Wiping the tears from your eyes you pulled on a coat and headed to your favorite bar to drown your sorrows.

 The next morning you woke with a banging headache and no clue about where you were. Pulling back the covers of the king sized bed you were in you looked down at yourself. You were wearing an oversized t-shirt, and luckily still had your underwear on. Padding out of the room you looked for anything that looked familiar, the room was fairly simple, with only a sofa and television. The thing that caught your attention was the male figure sleeping on the sofa, now he was familiar. Carefully shaking his shoulder, he awoke in a daze. “Huh?” He groaned rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Where am I and who are you?” You asked on the defensive. “Didn’t realize you’d had that much to drink but okay.” He chuckled sitting up from the sofa. That’s when you noticed he had no shirt on, and was only wearing a rather snug pair of boxer briefs. “Like what you see?” The stranger questioned quirking an eyebrow. Tearing your eyes away you looked anywhere but at his built figure. “I’m Johnny Storm and you’re in my apartment. I found you drunk out of your mind last night and decided to bring you back here so you were safe. You slept in my room and I slept out here so no need to worry.” He chuckled as he noticed your blushing cheeks. “Thank you.” You replied, with a genuine smile. “Breakfast?” He asked.

 It had been a few months since you’d woken up in Johnny’s apartment, and you two had been dating for a little while and seemed to enjoy each other’s company. He even managed to get you to forget about your previous infatuation with Steve. Of course you had yet to introduce him to your friends, The Avengers, and more importantly Steve. None of them knew anything about your relationship with the known playboy, however that was about to change. Bouncing on the balls of your feet you stood in the lift with Johnny. Winding his fingers through yours, Johnny kissed your temple and whispered, “Everything will be fine sweetheart, I promise.” Smiling up at him you nodded and turned your attention back to the opening doors.

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‘So why did Y/N call us all here?” Clint asked as he flipped his drumsticks in his fingers. “I’m sure we’re about to find out.” Natasha said nodding towards the opening lift doors. There she was, the only girl he’d ever loved, with her hands interlocked with another man’s. “Hey guys!” She murmured, blush already coloring her cheeks. Steve could already feel the blood drain from his face as his hands began to shake. “This is Johnny.” She said gesturing towards the man next to her. “Ooooh Y/N’s got a boyfriend!” Tony sung with a huge grin plastered on his face. Y/N just nodded in reply. “It’s nice to meet you guys.” Y/N’s boyfriend said with a smile. Getting up from where he was sat Steve left the room, slamming the door behind him.



“What’s his problem?” Johnny whispered in your ear. Patting his shoulder you kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll go check on him” You said your voice shaking slightly. Following the super soldier out of the room you found him slouched against a wall in the hallway. Crossing your arms you stood above him. Quirking an eyebrow in question you cleared your throat to get his attention. When he looked up at you looking completely defeated. Sighing you sat down next to him with your back pressed against the wall. “So what was that all about?” You murmured keeping your eyes trained on his face. Sighing Steve ran his hands down his face. “Why him Y/N?” He muttered, refusing to meet his eyes. “You two have similar smiles.” You whispered your voice cracking with your confession. “I really am sorry I didn’t man up in time Y/N.” Steve whispered back. Kissing him on the cheek you left to go back to the living room and spend time with your boyfriend and friends.