- there are two windows on each side of the bed and his blinds are always down - alina: ‘um why don’t you let some light in it’s a nice sunny day ou-’ aleksander: [laughs in that pretentious way of his like he’s been carrying the weight of the world for centuries] oh, alina, my dear alina, alina, alina… i’m ancient, alina……….. also, (alina,) it’s very aesthetically pleasing - Old Married CoupleTM - speaking of, they never actually marry but he tells her she has his heart and alina rolls her eyes in quiet acceptance and that’s kind of the same thing - black sheets, dark gray curtains, glow in the dark stars on the ceiling - he makes alina roll her eyes so much she actually develops a rare muscle tick no doctor can explain - alina: i have this headache- aleksander: *walks in* alina: there it is - they really want a pet but ofc they have to fight on this too so they end up with two: a white cat that’s the same colour as alina’s hair and a black pomeranian that literally looks like a ball of fluffy shadows - nutella pancakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner - alina has a perpetual frown and aleksander has a resting bitch face so you can bet there’s always a free seat for them on the train/subway - he has nightmares too and they’re actually very violent and draining so alina just wraps her arms around him and presses her nose against his shoulder until he stops shaking and then she starts drawing lazy circles of light (warm and soothing by definition) over his naked skin to calm him down - he’s the tall and brooding one but she’s the one people should look out for - valentino dresses and armani suits - aleksander praises himself on his newfound self-control and composure - that is, until he sees alina with nothing but his shirt on and deadass forgets how to function - sometimes he literally has to hook a finger into alina’s collar to hold her back bc yes she’s usually very quiet and patient and kind but the moment someone drives her over the edge she’s throwing hands and flip-flops (if necessary) - everyone treats them like a married couple too?? even tho they’re not?? - shadow play!!!!!! - snow angels - he freckles in the sun and alina always makes fun of him - + moles!! he’ll get like five new moles everytime he goes out so he has to walk with those giant ass rich widow hats (not all year round tho, july-august are probably the worst bc it’s just unbearably hot and sunny) - he’s still very closed off and distant (especially in public) in front of other people but the minute he’s alone with his sunshine? he melts like an ice-cream cone on a hot summer day - they never really say “i love you” but they just. know. - she knows in the way he brushes her messy pixie haircut behind her ear and his hand lingers a moment too long, almost like he’s awestruck and he knows in the way she smiles at the shadows sometimes, like they remind her of him /they do/ and the extra spoon of sugar she puts in his coffee bc she knows him so well - sometimes if alina is too tired from work she’ll make him read her fairytales bc he has a very soothing voice, simultaneously lulling her to sleep and making her acutely aware of his presence - lush who?? they can make their own bathbombs using their grisha powers - he can make cool swirling shadows and alina can make the water look like liquid starlight - and then they take a nice relaxing bath. together. - he makes her shadow puppets when she’s sick (or upset/grumpy) and tells her stories his mom used to tell him when he was a kid - alina: “*yanks curtains open* rise and shine you lazy ass it’s a beautiful day!! aleksander: it’s literally -15 degrees and the sun’s nowhere to be seen alina: ?? i’m here?? - (both) probably very into lana del rey
So excited for the making out with Johnny post it might kill but who cares
Anon: I really need making out with Johnny and yuta and hansol lmao I can’t wait for those
Anon: MAKING! OUT! WITH! JOHNNY! pls
Anon: Can you do a making out with johnny please :)
Hello! 😊 Could you do “making out with Johnny” too? Pleasee and thank you!! (I love your blog and your last making out with Taeyong bruhh i loved it sooo much ;-;; this boy will be the death of me i swear)
Hello! I hope you like this (not as good as the one i did for tae but like that is hard to beat anyway lol)
Tell me what ya think aND IF IT HITS YOU IN THE FEELS AND MAKES YOU REALISE YOULL BE ALONE FOREVER HE IS BOOTIFUL
What a guy - I’ve seriously been having so many dream about him
It was great
Okay anyway lmao
Johnny wouldn’t be afraid to make out with you anywhere
A N Y W H E R E
Of course he’d keep it PG
So a lot of skinship and cuddles and shit
But if another member happened to be there, whilst you were making out, he really wouldn’t care
He’d usually be the one initiating it but if you did it,
He literally loved it
As soon as you dominated the kiss, he’d moan into the kiss, not trying to be sexual but because he found it hot as fuck
Johnny liked to put both hands on your face
Not necessarily both cupping your cheeks
But like one holding your chin
And the other playing with your hair
There’s not much reason behind it apart from the fact that he just did it as a habit
I think Johnny has the nicest lips out of the whole word NCT
I thought I’d just put that in there
But seriously, they look nice and soft and I think he’d be very experienced in this field
He’d know how to get a reaction out of you and what kind of things you liked
Puts his sole focus on you!!!
He does this a lot anyway in the relationship
But he definitely makes sure he keeps it up when you’re making out
Uses his tongue A LOT
But he makes sure it’s not messy or disgusting or sloppy like a lot of people make the mistake of doing
He’ll slowly enter his tongue, but not shove it down lol
If you show a sign of discomfort or something, he’ll take it out again but most of the time you’re okay
His kisses are deep and slow, not rushed
He thinks it’s better that way
Rushed kisses don’t mean much to him but they might happen occasionally
Like if he’s jealous or you want a quick one because of time
His kisses are super deep though and he’ll tilt his head a little in order to go a little deeper
The type to gasp for air
He sometimes forgets to breathe
So he pants a lot and will pull away looking at you breathing heavily, before going back in
He’ll smirk if you make a sound
Whether that’s a groan or moan or gasp
Any sound is a good sign to him and he’ll do all he can to get one out of you
Prefers to have you sitting on something like a kitchen counter or chest of drawers as he stands between your legs
If you get really into it, you’ll wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you
Sometimes he’ll get a bit excited lol and involuntarily grind against you
You know how I said with Taeyong, only 20% of the time does making out lead to sex
Well with Johnny it’s the opposite
20% it doesn’t end with sex
Just expect sex when you start okay lol
Might “accidentally” slip his fingers into your panties or pants lmao
He’s horny all the time okay I just think he has a high sex drive but anyway
Let’s save that for another day yes ?
Will sometimes let his hands rest on your hips
And he’ll calmly and softly rub circles on your skins
He’ll do it if you’ve had a stressful day and need relaxing
And it definitely helps you calm down
I don’t know what else to say now lol
Making out would be very regular like twice a day
It’s typical for him to wake you up even more by kissing you a lot
And it’s also typical of him to kiss you before bed
It’s like your daily routine
Further into the relationship, and neither of you will be able to get up or sleep until you’ve had your daily make out session lol
I’ve basically based these off dreams #dontjudge
Johnny would just be a lovely boyfriend and kisser
A/N: This is my first headcanon, so I hope I did okay? Not too sure how these things go. I changed it up a bit from what was requested, so hopefully they like it. Please let me know what you think, enjoy!
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Peter being an intern at Stark Tower
“Am I gonna help you with the suit, Mr. Stark?! O-Or the the Avengers suits? Oh! What abo-”
“No, you’re my assistant, meaning you don’t touch or bother me except for when I need something. ”
“Y-Yes, Mr. Stark, s-sir.
He gets bored easily and starts making friends with some of the Avengers around the tower
Except for Sam
Sam doesn’t understand why a 15 year old is already interning
Shouldn’t he be in school??? *concerned parent sam*
Plus he’s full of energy in an office building and that doesn’t go too well
He has a designated desk for himself (specifically away from anything that can be broken or messed with)
“T-This is for me? W-Wha-”
“It’s just a desk, chill out kid. Mind bringing me a cup of joe in like 20 minutes? I’ve got a meeting with a bunch of bozos and I’m going to need a pick me up.”
“O-Of course, Mr. Stark. I-I’ll get right on that!”
- But when he gets coffee for Tony, the rest of the Avengers hound him down for some too
“I’ll take a coffee with sugar and cream.” “I want a muffin, none of that whole grain shi-” “Latte with a pastry please!” “Just black coffee…” “Coffee with 6 shots of espresso, I need all the energy I can get!” and so on
Him hurriedly trying to write down their orders on a scratch piece of paper and stuffing it into his neat work pants
“O-Okay, I’ll be back s-soon!”
- Peter literally sprinting to the nearest Starbucks and the line being obnoxiously long
*silent cry* “are you kidding me?!”
Carefully maneuvering through traffic with cases full of hot coffee and bags of food
Trips over a pothole on the road, but uses his spidey reflexes to catch everything, even the stacked napkins (not in plain sight of course, duh.)
- Managing to get back to the tower in a reasonable time with sweat glistening his forehead
“I-I’m back with your o-orders!”
breathless with a exasperated expression of nervousness and glee
All the Avengers racing to get their hot coffees before everyone else
“Don’t celebrate yet. I’m only bidding on him if no one else does. Which will never happen because everyone wants him.” Derek said, smirk turning triumphant at Erica’s exasperated expression.
“Oh come on Der-” Erica started to whine, but quickly cut herself off when the auctioneer (Derek was pretty sure he was the frat’s president) called out “And one of our last auctions of the day, Stiles Stilinski!”
Derek’s heart dropped to his stomach in anticipation, waiting for the moment where some hot busty blonde or some Calvin Klein model guy bid on Stiles and won.
Except. It never happened.
“Shit Der, are you magic or something? Does everything you predict turn out to be wrong? Quick, say ‘Erica will not suddenly be handed a million dollars’ out loud for me”. Derek rolled his eyes and waved Erica off, watching as the auctioneer listed off qualities of Stiles, dropping the starting bid from $50 to $30 to $25, all the way down to $5.
Derek was drowning in secondhand embarrassment. And judging by Stiles’s badly concealed hurt expression and pink cheeks, he was suffering from a whole lot of first hand embarrassment.
After graduating college and quitting his amateur porn gig to move back to Beacon Hills and join the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Office, Stiles discovers that the man he never quite left behind is now a… fan. Leave it to the two of them to start at the end.
Stiles Stilinski doesn’t do relationships. After several that ended badly, he just doesn’t see the point anymore. But when Derek Hale bets Stiles that he can’t go six months with sleeping with the same person monogamously without falling in love with them, Stiles jumps on that bet. After all, he lives for proving people wrong. However, can he really go the six months of the bet without falling in love with Derek, or will he fall in love anyway?
Request: “Hi! Mah I request a Jeff Atkins domestic fluff pls? :)”
A/N: Here’s another Jeff imagine, because he really deserved better! I am writing many imagines in these days and I can’t wait for you to read them. I am still finishing my previous requests, but soon I finish them, I will post a prompt list for 13 reasons why characters. Hope you keep on reading my stuffs, because your nice messages keep me motivated. Thank you.
- G. x
Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name.
Being sick was one of the things that you hated the most. Your clogged nose was killing you slowly and you couldn’t bear with your sore throat, luckily your boyfriend Jeff skipped school to spend the day with you at your home and to take care of you, also to spoil you.
“Good evening, sleepy head.” Your boyfriend greeted you as he gave you a warm kiss on your temple. You weren’t feeling well the whole day and you spent your afternoon cuddling, sleeping and resting on Jeff’s chest. “How was your sleep?”
“It sucked,” You looked up to him and you caught his sad gaze. He didn’t want to see you in that way. “my throat is killing me.”
“That’s awful.” He sighed as he drew small circles on your arm, feeling your soft and smooth skin. “Can you wait while I make a cup of tea for you?” He knew that it would make you feel better.
“With a little bit of honey?” You smiled widely, since you adored using honey as your sugar substitute.
“Of course, lovely.” He chuckled as he thought of how cute you were. You slowly got up from his chest and you fixed yourself on the bed. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”
“Alright, my love.” He smiled widely and he gave you a quick peck on your lips, not caring of your sickness.
“Jeff Atkins!” You restrained him from kissing you because you didn’t want him to catch colds or to ruin his voice with a sore throat, even though it would be just temporarily. You slapped his muscular arm playfully and he ran towards the door to avoid other slaps.
“Sorry, not sorry.” He stuck his tongue out and you just shook your head for your boyfriend’s childish actions. You let him go downstairs and prepare some tea, probably he would prepare it for the whole family too, being an altruist as he was. Your family loved Jeff for that, he was really a thoughtful kid.
You and Jeff have been together for months and you were really happy whenever you were with him. You knew him after one of his baseball games, when he approached you because he saw how you cheered for your school’s team. He thought that you were pretty good at cheering, but he never convinced you to join your school’s cheerleading team.
You loved Jeff so much and he was different to any other jocks that you’ve dated. Jeff was the nicest of them all, he knew how to treat a girl right and he was a gentleman. The thing that you liked in him the most was that he wouldn’t do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable or would hurt you.
As you thought of your boyfriend, a wide smile escaped from your mouth and you thought that you were so lucky to have him in your life. It was your turn to find a decent guy, finally.
“Hot Chamomile tea with honey for my beautiful girlfriend.” Jeff calmly said as he put the cup of tea on your bedside table, together with your handkerchief, thermometer, nasal inhaler sticks and medicines.
“Shut up, you bluffer!” You both let out a loud laugh and he kissed you on your forehead once again.
“But I think that you are beautiful!” Jeff debated as he wanted to convince you that you really were. He wasn’t calling you in that way just to please you, but he really thought that he had the prettiest girlfriend in the world.
“Babe, I have the messiest hair and I look like a scavenger at this exact moment.” You rolled your eyes as you carefully took the cup from the bedside table. “How can you say that I am beautiful?”
“Because you really are.” He sat beside you and he caressed your red and hot tempered cheeks. “I don’t care if you have a messy hair, deep black eye bags or pimples, you will always be beautiful in my eyes.” He explained to you and you smiled widely as you cooled down your tea by blowing on it.
“Do you really think that?” You bit your lip and he honestly nodded. “That’s the sweetest thing ever, babe.” You slowly sipped from the cup and you loved Jeff even more, because he was great at making tea too.
“I’m just stating the truth.” He kissed the tip of your nose, being careful not to bump your arm and not to spill your hot relaxing tea.
You carefully put the teacup back on its place. “I love you so much, Atkins!” You faced him as you sweetly caressed his cheek with your hand.
“I surely love you more, (Y/L/N).” He replied as he grabbed your chin and kissed you on your lips quickly.
“I said that I am sick and I don’t want for you to be infected!” You frowned as you scolded him for his actions.
“I don’t care!” Jeff wasn’t really a hard-headed guy, except when you contradict his opinions. He would always have his thoughts and he wouldn’t abandon them to make you happy, mostly when it was about complimenting you. “I wouldn’t give up on kissing you, just because you don’t want for me to get your virus.”
“Mulish!” You exclaimed but he just shrugged it off and he just pulled you in a tight hug. You laughed at his actions and he peppered you with his kisses, while lying on the bed.
Lazy and sick evenings with your boyfriend were one of the things that you looked up to. It didn’t matter if Jeff was stubborn and wouldn’t stop kissing you, even if you said so. You honestly loved that he didn’t care for your sickness and he didn’t give up on anything.
He would never give up on anything whenever it came to you, to your relationship. He would always kiss you or he would always think that you were beautiful nevertheless your sickness.
He wouldn’t be tired to repeat the same things, because he knew how insecure you were. He loved to express the truth to cheer you up and to improve your self-esteem, your messy hair didn’t matter to him, neither when you could be compared to a scavenger.
You were his beautiful girl and you would always be.
Requested by anon: The Wonwoo fic and Taeyang fic are so freaking cute and they are so well written too omg! Please write more fics for the both of them as they’re my favourites (: Wolf!au? Thank you ((((:
Requested by anon: Wolf!au for wonwoo or woozi! Thank you and I love your works!!
so i got the same au request i hope both of these suited your taste! LIKE I SAID I HAVE OVERWHELMING FEELS FOR WONWOO SO THIS IS PROBABLY LIKE THE LONGEST HEADCANON I’VE EVER WRITTEN THIS IS SUPER LONG OMG BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY EVERYONE!!!! BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE WONWOO IMAGINES :)))) if you weren’t satisfied please send me another request!
oKAY NO LIE I WAS LITERALLY THINKING ABOUT THIS LAST NIGHT
I was lying in bed and was just like “hm you know wonwoo really resembles a wolf????”
aND THE NEXT THING I KNOW I HAVE 2 REQUESTS ABOUT THIS AU LMAO
I love jeon wonwoo anyways
You lived near a very dense forest with your grandpa
Since it was a small town, there could only be so many things that could happen before word travels
Ofc nothing ever happens in your small town the most eventful thing was when the local market ran out of your favorite potato chips like honEST TO GOD
But as of late there’s been more signs of wildlife in the forest and everyone is lowkey freaking out like what is this we haven’t even had livestock in 80+ years????
Thanks to the dense forest there’s been showing a steadily increase in deer population yay!!!! But also what!!!!
With deer ofc comes…………
Packs and packs of them
You’re worried for your life what if a wolf is gonna attack you one day since you’re right next to their habitat!!!!!
Your grandpa is just like lmao y/n chill i was a hunter back in the days we’ll be fine
It was a chillier day than usual in the winter and temperatures were dramatically dropping
If you still wanted to do that writing prompt thing- either 47 and 48 paired together or 49 and 50 paired together with the boyf riends pl e a se
I couldn’t bring myself to write another angst one shot so I made fluff… too much fluff.
Also thank you so much for the prompt! :)
47 - “Kiss me”
48 - “Go on, I dare you”
Even after the events of last Halloween Jake just had to throw his annual party didn’t he? There was no stopping the boy. His house burns down and all he can think about is getting drunk on a national holiday - though Michael did see some of the appeal given that he did get high quite often. But that’s on his own, in the comfort of his basement where had nothing but the games he played to judge him. At a party, everyone turns into hawks, seeking out their next prey.
Michael had learnt his lesson from last year and there was no way he was going anywhere near Jake’s house that night, let alone inside it with a hundred drunk horny teenagers. Jeremy had tried to convince him that if he just stayed by him all night everything would be fine, but Michael knew Jeremy’s limits and drunk Jeremy was not someone he wanted to be depending on for a whole night. This one time, Jeremy thought it was a good idea to steal a sip of his father’s wine while he was asleep in front of the TV. As much as Michael protested, he did it anyway.
Jeremy ended up chugging the whole bottle.
Regardless, Michael found himself outside the party waiting to help Jeremy get home. His best friend had drunk texted him about an hour ago saying things like “Hey Mlke, yOU th ink Pigeons have feelings.?” and “OmG dude Rich just made out with JAKEholy shit you gotta get ovAR here!!!!”
He had replied to Jeremy a few minutes later telling him to meet him outside but had heard back no response. He really didn’t want to go in there. He really didn’t want to have to go through that all over again, not even for a few seconds. But for Jeremy, he would. He knew that if Jeremy was wasted enough to not reply to his messages, there was no hope for him. And that’s when Michael came in.
Full of regret, he opened Jake’s front door. The sound of karaoke, chugging, sex and laughing immediately hit Michael like a bus and he already wanted to crawl under a table. Good to know Jake was partying right. Restless to get out of there, Michael wormed his way through the crowd of drunk teens until he eventually found Jeremy, Rich, Jake, Brooke, Chloe, Jenna and Christine gathered in a circle in the hallway. Most of them were flat out drunk, Michael noted, except for Christine (the presumably only responsible one there) and Jenna (who wanted to stay on high alert for any gossip to spill the next day). Jeremy was holding an iconic red plastic cup and laughing to himself, cheeks flushed and hair flown back with teenage grease. He looked pretty cute, Michael also noted.
“Michael! Oh thank goodness you’re here,” Christine cried, getting up from the circle and hauling Chloe with her. “I think it’s about time we all head home. Especially… ummm…”
She gestured to Jeremy, who was now being whispered something by Jake. The secret sentence shared between them made Jeremy even more flustered than he already was but nodded and smiled shyly. Michael didn’t really know what was going on and didn’t really care as to what the drunk teenagers were doing. That was, until Jeremy started to lean into Jake-
“OK THATS ENOUGH JEREMY GET UP!” He practically squeaked, yanking Jeremy off the ground before he could touch Jake. He noted the sight pout of Jake’s face until it shifted to a cheeky grin and a wink before turning back to Rich. Jeremy was a giggly mess as he said goodbye to everyone, heavily relying on Michael for support. Christine smiled and waved sweetly as the two left the household and soon it was just him and Jeremy waddling their way down the street towards Michael’s house.
“You really need to control your beer, dude,” Michael tried to break the awkward atmosphere between them, “this can’t happen every time you go to a party.”
Jeremy didn’t seem to be listening. He had a gigantic pout of his face and made a small huff at Michael.
“We were playing truth or dare.” He stated, a little louder than Michael would have wanted for someone who was pressed up against his ear.
“That’s great Jer.”
“Jake gave me a dare and you didn’t let me finish- *hic*- finish it! Now he’s gonna haaaate me Michael.”
His best friend sighed, “no ones gonna hate you for not completing a dare Jeremy.”
“But Miiiichael it was impoooortant!”
The two stumbled into the house and made their way slowly up to Michael’s room. After laying Jeremy down on his bed he sent a quick text to Jeremy’s dad to let him know his son was ok and was going to start getting ready for bed when he felt a hand tank on his hoodie, pulling him back into bed until he was faced with Jeremy climbing onto his lap and staring at him intently. The situation was all too sudden for Michael and, needless to say, his face soon matched the shade of his hoodie.
“JEREMY! What are you doing-”
“Since I couldn’t do it to Jake can I do my- *hic*- dare on you?” He stuttered, gripping to Michael’s shirt in fear of toppling backwards.
“YESSS the dare! The one you wouldn’t let me do you… you meanie!”
Michael couldn’t help but giggle at the sight before him. Jeremy was sitting on Michael’s lap, practically straddling him, trying not to fall backwards out of laughter. His hair was a mess and his face was still bright red from the alcohol in his system. Needless to say, Jeremy wasn’t going to remember any of his in the morning… so what the hell.
“What was the dare?”
“You gotta let me do it fiiiirst.”
Michael sighed, “and why is that?”
“Cause..” Jeremy shifted awkwardly. “You might say no…”
Michael couldn’t help but laugh. He smiled at his friend. “Ok Jer. I promise I won’t back down. Whatever you’ve got for me I can take it! What did Jake say?”
Michael knew exactly what Jake had said before Jeremy even opened his mouth. He saw the look on his face after he had whispered the dare to Jeremy. He knew what he was about to hear.
Michael didn’t need to be told twice.
He grabbed his best friend’s face and smashed their lips together. He didn’t really care that he had no idea what he was doing, the kiss was perfect all the same - even with the clattering teeth and skewed glasses.
Jeremy, however, had other ideas and he scrambled away after a couple of seconds leaving Michael extremely concerned.
“W…what?” He said, worried he had messed everything up. Their friendship, their partnership. Had he been reading it wrong?
Jeremy sat there pouting until he finally spoke: “I was meant to kiss you! That doesn’t count!”
Michael stared at his best friend for a couple of seconds before bursting out laughing, leading to a very flustered Jeremy shouting at him to stop it. He eventually managed to calm himself down enough to look back at Jeremy. And he smiled. Even if Jeremy didn’t remember anything in the morning, it would all be worth it. Just to know that he felt the same, that he was still the same Jeremy he had loved for how many years. Jeremy might not remember, but he would.
With that thought in mind. He swung his arms around his best friend’s neck and leaned in close.
Summary: Car rides filled with tension are never easy.
A/N: I’m back. I’m sorry it’s been so long. I just needed to gather my thoughts but this plot has been sitting in my head for ages. I just want to thank all of you for the support and love on my last story, made me get tears in my eyes. I’m having an incredibly hard night (reference my personal blog @finallybreathee as to why) but here. here’s me trying to clear my head. Hope you guys enjoy. This probably isn’t shit but oh well.
The silence in the car is starting to get to you. You’ve been driving in this car for god knows how long, the trees were all starting to look the same and they were just all becoming a constant stream of green. You know you should say something, anything, but you refuse too. You’re too sad and you’re too exhausted and honestly, if you opened your mouth you’re afraid sobs will come out instead of words.
You turn away from the window and glance at the driver, the person responsible for your current distress, and the love of your life. He’s a vision. Even with his jaw strained and his grip on the steering wheel a little too tight. Bucky Barnes is still hot as hell and maybe even hotter now that he’s mad at you but you refuse to admit that out loud.
You turn back to the window and sigh. How are you supposed to get past this? How are you supposed to be ok?
Maybe he’s better off with someone else. Someone who isn’t a problem to him. Someone who doesn’t piss him off. At least that’s what he suggested an hour or two ago.
It was supposed to be a simple mission. Gather intel at a local bar and get back home so the team can further put information together and create a plan of option. Except, you’re a screw up and simple never goes as planned. Safe to say Bucky lost his entire shit the moment you two got out of the bar alive.
He just had to remind you that you weren’t good enough. That he made a better team with Natasha. He just had to bring her up.
You love Nat. You love her like a sister. You two are probably the two best female spies to ever exist and you were constantly paired up with her over the years. But Natasha is always one step ahead of you.
Natasha is and will always be what you are not. She is grace. She is beauty. And she was Bucky Barnes’ love not so long ago.
That fact haunts you. The love of your life and your best friend have a past that you might never live up to in the present. They still have chemistry. When they work together it’s like seeing two dancers find each other in a ballroom waiting to sweep everyone off the dance floor because all eyes will be on them.
Your heart hurts. Your eyes are tearing up again and you are doing everything in your power not to sniffle out loud because you do not want Bucky to see you this upset.
“Y/N…I’m..I shit, Y/N please look at me.” Bucky’s rough voice snaps you out of your daze only to realize the car has stopped.
You refuse to look at him. Refuse to even utter a word because right now you are doing everything in your power to keep yourself together.
“Look, doll. I’m…fuck, will you please look at me?”
You turn to him only to that his lips are turned upside down and his blue eyes have turned into a molten grey. You try and keep yourself together but now looking at him you can’t. So you try and make your escape but before you can even grab for the door handle, Bucky’s tugs you back into him.
You feel his arms wrap around you. Holding you, rocking you back and forth and the warmth is almost overwhelming. You melt into him and you let yourself break. You start sobbing and Bucky’s grip on you turns tighter.
You barely register through your sobs the “I’m sorry’s” that are coming from Bucky because you’re barely even registering that you’re crying this hard.
It’s overwhelming. Loving someone so much but wondering if you will ever be good enough for them. You want to be. You try your hardest to be. But your past tells you that you aren’t. Your constant thoughts tell you that he deserves better.
You have this dream where you’re in the middle of a forrest and you see the light, you see your path but all of a sudden it disappears. The trees start multiplying around you and you keep running and running trying to find that light only to be stuck in the darkness and wondering if theres anyway out.
That’s how it feels loving someone who you know deserves better. They are the light and you are stuck in the darkness. Stuck wondering if you should keep running to try to find the light again or dwell in the darkness.
It’s silent again in the car. The only thing that can be heard is hard breathing from both of you and your sniffles every once in awhile.
Bucky’s the first one to break the silence.
“I know, I know what’s it’s like to not feel like you deserve something. I know Y/N. I lived through it. I…shit. I didn’t mean what I said back there, I needed you to feel hurt because I was frustrated and I just said the first thing that came to my head but babydoll no– don’t turn away from me, look at me. I love you. I love you so much. You, you are my life. You are my light. You are the best spy I know. You are the one girl who makes me laugh like crazy and makes me go crazy. No one will ever compare to you. No one will ever be you. What Nat and I had is nothing compared to what you and I have. You are everything I do not deserve but everything I am blessed to have. Please forgive me, I didn’t mean it. We both screwed up but Y/N I–”
Your lips crash into him before he could finish. You get it. You get him. You’re sorry too. Sorry for messing up the mission, sorry for doubting him and sorry for not realizing sooner how much Bucky loves you.
“Did anyone ever tell you that you have a knack for long speeches Buck? Because I’m starting to question your profession. If all fails with the Avengers you could always start being a speech writer, I know a certain Captain who loves giving long speeches would appreciate that”
He laughs into your lips before stealing another kiss and picking you up so you are on his lap now. “I love you so much and I am so sorry. Are we good now?”
“We’re good Bucky. We’re more than ok. How about you drive a little faster so we can make it back to the hotel so I can show you how good we are and how much I deserve you?”
Safe to say you two didn’t make it to the hotel because the kiss Bucky gives you seals the deal and then some.
So my blog is one year old and I wanted to make a follow forever because I wanted to thank you for making this horrible website into something beautiful. I’ve been on tumblr since 2013!! but last year I started to get bored and uncomfortable so I decided to start all over again and I’m more comfortable now with this blog and that’s because all of you ♥♥♥. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!
Besides this ff I’m doing a birthday page(yes, again, don’t let it flop one more time pls) and it’ll be so cool if you join :)
Spur of the Moment (Cisco x Reader) Imagines - Anonymous Request
Imagine: Cisco starts to distance himself from you and you have no idea why…
“Is something on your mind?” You asked.
Walking up to your boyfriend, you leaned against the rooftop railings and stared at him as he gazed out at Central City. And while it was an admittedly beautiful scene, you could tell it was the last thing on his mind.
For a moment, Cisco looked as if he was about to respond; but, for some reason, couldn’t. Shaking his head, he averted his gaze and focused back on the view. “I don’t know…”
I don’t know…? That wasn’t a very Cisco-ish answer.