#BASICALLY what I’m saying is he’d admit to it after ‘sobering up’ bc even /he/ recognizes that he was. Out of control.

[eievuimultimuse]

yknow for all of the stuff SF won’t admit to post-MM, I do think he would at least agree that the kaiju moment wasn’t one of his best moments. I do think that looking back on it, looking at footage of what he did while in that state…he won’t admit it but I do think there’s some form of regret there. Even if he did admit it, he’d tell you the regret is towards all of the trouble that followed, that it wasn’t worth winding up in the position that he’s now in because of it. but I do think there is at least some self awareness there, or at least he’s subconsciously self aware that he screwed up.

[pranpat]

thinking about how pat is genuinely such a good written character. like despite their supposed rivalry, he cut up his student card and just gave it to pran without a second thought because pran was hurting his fingers and then he keeps the guitar safe for pran because even though he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to give it back to him, he keeps it because he knows how much pran likes to play and just how much it really means to him. and even though the whole bus station thing wasn’t even his fault, he saw how stressed pran was over it and he wanted to help, and make things better for him. pran doesn’t ask him but he still deletes that video, and then he not only finds the solution for pran but he also goes there as moral support (because he probably knew how nervous pran was and pran would never ask anyone for help), but also helps him actually land the whole thing because he knows how important it is for pran. even though their families have been taking jabs at each other since before they were born, he still gets hurt when his father insults prans family and he knows pran must’ve been hurt overhearing that so he tries to explain but what can he even say? not only that, but he also figures out a way to make sure that once pran had the guitar back, he’d actually have the chance to play it so he practically begs the teacher to let them perform. when he realizes that Pran hurt his shoulder, he tells his friends he’ll cover him and then when he gets hurt on the field, he doesn’t even think twice about running to him, checking to see if it’s alright despite both their friends his friends, and everyone else is watching, he still wants to make sure hes okay. once he figures out his feelings, it’s basically all he can think about but he tries to make sure that they’re actually genuine. like he goes through the whole thing, seeing if what he’s feeling is actually real and once he realizes that, oh yeah, I’m actually in love with pran, he doesn’t shy away from it. and once he comes to that realization, he goes after him and even though he’s stupid drunk, he still remembers to bring the spread that he’d ended up finishing that last time he was over. he feels guilty and just heartbroken when pran leaves him on the floor but instead of wallowing and just forgetting it ever happened, he sobers himself up and goes looking for him. because he needs to set things straight. after the kiss, even though he’s just gotten his heartbroken, he still goes after pran to talk to him, to get him to tell him what’s wrong. he goes to his houses and doesn’t even care that he’ll have to go through his mom, all he’s probably thinking is pranpranpranpran. when that doesn’t work, he goes on that trip with his friends and despite knowing they all hate him, he acts like everything’s fine bc he just wants pran to talk to him. so he’s constantly putting himself through his friends just so he can get a few minutes with pran, like he was ready to fight everyone for him . don’t get me started on the whole beach scene and how he wants to talk about the night on the rooftop so badly but the minute pran says he doesn’t want to talk about it, he respects it, he listens to him and changes the topic. he apologizes for being the reason that pran was sent away even though it was neither of their faults because he doesn’t want pran to hate him. and then he that kiss is still at the back of his mind and he doesn’t talk about it, just writes it on the sand and even though he knows pran is lying, that it doesn’t just mean “nothing” he doesn’t push him. instead he talks about ink, that he doesn’t like her bc he probably knows it’s bothering pran even if he won’t admit it. and even though he’s soso sure of his feelings, he still places that bet bc he knows its where they’re both comfortable so he doesn’t confess, instead he takes cues from pran, never pushing him and learning to love him in a way that wouldn’t scare pran. anyway, pat is one of the best characters. that’s all.

[toraashi]

How Many Shots Would it Take for Me to Hook Up With Haikyuu Characters

PSA: It’s not hard to get me drunk and I’m dtf like 65% of the time so like I get like decently drunk off of 4 shots so...  

Also we’re aging up everyone cuz some of these kids are like 15 and I am actually 19 so

WARNINGS: Sexual themes, HQ character slander lol, lots of swearing

- Karasuno - 

Daichi: Ehhhhh let’s say 3 or 4. This man is hot but I’m turned off by the fact that he becomes a cop and he’s just not really my type 🤷🏻‍♀️ but he has the thickest thighs for sure so like I’d let him dick me down

Suga: hahahaha literally maybe 1 cuz I’m a pussy but like what a hottie honestly. Like you know he can get freaky what else would drunk me even want in a hookup?

Asahi: I’m so sorry but actually like so many. Like at least 5. He’s a sweetheart but he is too soft and gentle like I- it’s just not the move

Noya: Hello Noya is in my top 5 favorite Haikyuu characters and it would take me 5+ shots to hook up with him. Reason 1: He is baby. Reason 2: He is so short and so full of energy like he is literally a chihuahua I don’t want those vibes in my hoo hah. 

Tanaka: Look at this boy! He is a puppy basically. 7+ shots. He would call me mommy or some shit and I’m not about that life. I also can’t imagine him seducing me successfully.

Kageyama: Okay so he literally so beautiful. And oh so awkward. 4 shots. Like the tail end of them too like peak drunkenness of 4 shots. He probably doesn’t have a lot of sex even as an adult rip Kags don’t want a guy with no experience in a hookup sry

Hinata: Like 7? Even as an adult he is literally a baby. That’s all I have to say

Tsukki: Um probably 2. If he asked me to hook up with him I’d be down. He’s an asshole but that’s kind of perfect hookup material so what can I say

Yams: I love this boy. He’s also kind of ballsy and that’s sexy of him. 3 shots.

Kiyoko: 🥺I love her so much. 1 shot only because I know she ends up with Tanaka so I’d feel bad for sleeping with his girl. That would be the softest hookup and like I love her.

Yachi: She’s cute but we’d both be fumbling around so awkwardly and she’d be so awkward and I would too because she’s adorable so like probably 6 shots cuz then hopefully by then it’d be more hilarious than awkward

- Nekoma - 

Kuroo: Literally sober. He’s gorgeous and probably awkward enough about sex that I wouldn’t need a shot of courage cuz I feel like we’d be on the same level yenno? He doesn’t intimidate me lol

Yaku: like 2 to get over the fact that he’s the same height as me. He doesn’t’ remind me of a puppy like Noya does so I’m down

Yamamoto: Like 12 because I hate his hair and let’s just say Kenma and I were on the same wavelength about this man

Kenma: Like 4 purely because I read a headcanon that said he doesn’t clean up that well down there and I am traumatized by that. 

Lev: 5 because yeah he’s a fucking hot model bitch but also like he is always baby who was awful at receives like I can’t get that image out of my mind easily

Fukunaga: Let’s say 5 for him because he’s a weirdo but like he’s also adorable? Drunk me could probably get behind that.

 - Aoba Johsai - 

Oikawa: UM?? Literally 0. If this man wants my pussy he can have it 100%. He’s literally gorgeous and you know he probably gets around. 100% sober. I think I’m flirty enough to keep up with him too so it’d be a blast

Mattsun and Makki: Um let’s say 3 shots for Mattsun and 4 for Makki. Makki’s design creeps me out a little but they’re both homies so

Iwaizumi: Okay like 4 shots honestly because he would intimidate me so much. I’d need to be inebriated to have enough confidence to sleep with this man.

- Fukurodani - 

Bokuto: my heart 🥺 I love this boy to death and it would only take me 2 shots to hook up with him but I would try to have the softest, giggliest sex because I love him and he might be very dissatisfied bc who has a drunk hookup for soft sex or very happy cuz he’s giggly and soft also

Akaashi: HOLY SHIT. Okay. I am deadass in LOVE with this man and I would not want to fuck things up but I’m so bad at not being flirty and affectionate when I’m drunk so it would take approximately 3 shots before I would hook up with him. I’d stress the whole next day that he hated me and that I ruined my chances. But maybe if he agreed to hook up that means he likes me who knows anymore.

Konoha: This guy is hot. 1 shot because I don’t care enough about him to be too worried about the consequences. Plus he doesn’t strike me as a sex god so I wouldn’t be too intimidated. Perfect one night stand material

- Shiratorizawa - 

Ushijima: Um? Fuck no. Like 12 shots. Deadass. He’s not that hot and he’s so awkward and blunt. Sex between him and I would be awful and nothing about him is attractive to me but his hair

Semi: Like half of a shot. He’s hotter than Konoha and gives me the same vibes. One night stand material right here. Don’t care enough about him to worry about the consequences.

Tendo: Listen, I’m sure we’d make great friends but I can’t imagine sleeping with him. Actually like 8/9 shots. Not the move for me.

- Inarizaki -  

Kita: Hi you’re adorable but also intimidating and even the other Inarizaki boys can admit that. 5 shots.

Aran: 2 shots. I don’t care enough about him to be worried, but he’s still kind of intimidating to me so I need the courage to agree.

Atsumu: This is a mix of Oikawa’s and Akaashi’s tbh. On one hand if he wants me like deadass take me but also he’s super cute but he’s also kind of intimidating?? I’d be scared. So let’s say 2 shots. I imagine he’d be able to convince me pretty easily even after just 1 though. Cuz he’s hot and he’s probably good too.

Osamu: Oh my- sober. Deadass. You know he’s gotta be good. And he’s literally perfect one night stand material. You know he wouldn’t make things awkward the next day and could def just keep being friends after. And he’s gorgeous 😩 Atsumu without the drama and feelings.

Suna: He’s cute but not that cute to me and he has no emotions I’d be so intimidated. 4 shots.

- Other - 

Sakusa: You think this man is having one night stands? Hook ups? Absolutely not. This man wouldn’t even put himself in an environment where that would be possible. But if he did… still like 5 shots because he’s so angsty and I’d be scared

[afewmarvelousthoughts]

Truth Pt. 11

Truth Master List

Request:

What’s up sug! sorry you’re struggling right now but I’ve come to help you If you could bring this to light for me I’d absolutely love for YOU TO DO JT So basically Bucky X Enhanced reader who are fuckin enemies. Hate each other to every last fiber of their beings bc Bucky is rude and she calls him out on it. AnywHs, they get drunk, truth or dare (go crZy baby) and LOTS LF dirty talk if u wanna do smut but if u don’t then buck taking care of her while she’s drunk cause she admitted her feelings

Pairing: Bucky X Reader (Enhanced)

Summary: Since The Avengers gave you a home the only blight has been Bucky Barnes, a ghost from your past that you can’t seem to shake. It makes you hate him. The feeling, it seems, is mutual. But… a simple game reveals that maybe things aren’t quite so simple. (Post Winter Soldier AU)

Warnings: Feels, mentions of addiction, violence 

A/N: HELLO MY DARLING PRECIOUS PATIENT PUMPKINS! Did you miss these two? I know I did. This starts off domestic and then veers into like two-three completely different territories. It’s a ride that’s for sure. 

I hope y’all like it! 

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He stills your hands with his. Your eyes meet his, tears sneaking down your cheeks. He wipes them away.

“You keep your memories displayed… I shove mine in a box under my bed…”

When you had pulled all of this out you were on the verge of completely melting down. Days without sleep, hardly eating, seeing that woman’s face over and over again, the flashbacks… You wanted to remember what you were before you became a monster.

It only served to remind you of everything you lost. That’s when you’d gone to the gym when Bucky found you… You’d forgotten your misguided attempt to keep yourself together until there it was spread on your unmade bed.

There wasn’t much. Your family hadn’t been big on photos, just a few posed pictures, school photos, some holidays. But you loved photos… A grotesque amount of polaroids of your friends… people whose names you forgot or who were possibly long gone… at shows, parties, on the street. Glazed eyes, leather jackets, cigarettes hanging between smudged lips are spread out. 

Maybe the names alluded you for some but you could smell the sweat, the smoke, the whiskey. Faded flyers from underground shows at Safari Club and other D.C. and East Coast punk venues add pops of color to the mix. A few misbegotten AA coins peak out to remind you of wasted time.

You pick one up as he looks over at a photo of 15-year-old you standing stiffly between your parents in front of a Christmas tree. Your expression annoyed, kohl heavily lining your eyes, hair bleached within an inch of its life and huge.

“Is this you?!” A smile curls his lips and you almost laugh.

“Yeah, don’t judge me too much… it was the 80’s.” You flip the coin in the air and catch it. “Probably the last Christmas I spent sober.”

His brow knits and you sigh. “Hi, my name is Y/N, I’m a cocaine addict… and an alcoholic... and… you get the gist.” You toss the coin at him. He looks it over. “Nine months… as long as I ever got.” Picking up the photo of you and your parents you feel your chest tighten.

“She wanted me to be perfect. Her pride. Pushed me to be the best at everything. I was a nationally ranked athlete, excelled in everything from cross-country to martial arts, incredible at any art she threw at me, damn near a genius, graduated high school at 15, got into every Ivy League school…”

Setting it aside you pick up a photo of you and someone who’s name you do remember, Dana, your first girlfriend. “I was even excellent at being a drug addict, never OD’d, high tolerance… Others weren’t so lucky.” You toss the photo aside, not wanting to linger.

Bucky takes your hand, lacing his fingers through your own. “Who kept these for you? Family?”

“I don’t have any family.”

“But… anyone? I mean… you’re so young?”

You snort, “Is 47 young?” Jesus, you were almost 50… such a strange thought.

“Well,” he laughs a small empty sound, “in comparison.”

You nod conceding. “My Mom… she lost her family in the war… in the camps,” you can’t look at Bucky. “Dad was an only child. Fury kept them tucked away in a storage locker at S.H.I.E.L.D. after…”

He nods, “He knew your father didn’t he?”

“Yeah, they worked together…” You release his hand and push through photos to find your favorite of you and your Dad. It was from that nine-month stint of sobriety, he’d been so happy that you’d been doing well that on your 20th birthday he took you to Paris. His smile was so bright… your hand trembles a bit.

“You look happy here,” Bucky rests his cool left hand on your bouncing knee as he looks at you and your Dad, posed in typical cheesy tourist fashion in front of the Eiffel Tower.

“I was… we were…” Your voice cracks. “I never knew what he did… just thought he was some low-level diplomat, never questioned it… I don’t even know that Mom knew…”

“Was she here?”

“God no,” your eyes slide shut for a moment, remembering. “She was hardly speaking to me… I was a disappointment.”

“She didn’t…”

“Tell me that? Oh yes.” You hold up a hand as he opens his mouth, “I don’t know that she was wrong. I… I did everything I could to be the opposite of what she wanted me to be. I doused her American Dream in gasoline and set it on fire…”

“Still you’re not-”

You shrug, “Doesn’t matter. I… never got to prove otherwise.” Your eyes scan your memories, hazy and painful as most of them were.

“They killed her, ya know? Hydra…”

He gives your knee a gentle squeeze, “I assumed.”

“After my last go at rehab… I really thought… I was going to be better, I wanted to be better. Go to school, live my life, make her proud. They took that away… left her bloody on the kitchen floor.” Your skin tingles, energy pulsing through you.

“I… what about your Dad?” The look on his face is pained like he doesn’t want to ask but feels like he must.

“He killed himself.” You shake your head, “At least that’s what the official report says. “Makes sense though… wife dead, daughter missing, all because you were getting a little too close.” Glancing over at his smiling face a tear slides down your cheek, “Who could blame him?”

A small sob trips over your lips and Bucky pulls you into him. Surprising yourself still, you allow him to comfort you and allow yourself to feel this… to mourn them even a little.

Ever since being here you had tried to bury the guilt and the grief. Thinking about the void they left in you, the years you wasted, the final image of her… dead for days collapsed by the back door… It was too much. You couldn’t help but think that maybe if you’d been there, instead of in rehab, you could have saved her… even though you knew the ending would have been the same.

After a bit your sobs quiet. He’s leaned against the headboard, you’re curled into his arms, the steady beat of his heart soothing. When you look up at him his eyes are so soft, warm despite the cool color. The feeling of his fingers gently grazing your skin as he pushes stray strands of hair from your face sends shivers through you.

“Sorry…”

He smiles, “For what? Having feelings?” You shrug a little. “Well if you want to make it up to me,” he reaches across the bed a bit and grabs a picture of you sporting a particularly heinous head of Aquanet enforced hair looking like some combo of Cindy Lauper and a Clash groupie, “explain this.”

You can’t help but laugh and agree to explain your questionable fashion choices.  

The rest of the day is spent intermittently cleaning your apartment and telling Bucky what you remember of who you once were. The good, the bad, and the ugly. He listens and most importantly doesn’t judge.

When you put on some music from your own youth he's not too pleased. It was safe to say that bands such as Bad Religion and Misfits were maybe not his speed. However, he’s much more in tune with Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, and surprisingly The Runaways.

“I’d say you’ll pass inspection,” Bucky says as he puts your mop in the closet.

“Definitely.” You look around and feel oddly sad. His place really was so much warmer than yours. It felt like someone actually lived there, rather than just existing.

“What’s wrong?” Your face must be showing your disdain.

“Nothing,” you flash him a smile. “So… got any dinner plans?”

The smile that lights up his face takes your breath away, “None.” He grabs your waist and pulls you close to kiss you.

“How about I cook? Your place?”

“You cook?”

“I mean, I’m no Julia Child but I can promise it will be better than those packaged meals in your fridge.”

He laughs, “I’ll take your word for it.” You grab some things from your own kitchen and a change of clothes, which he doesn’t even question before you both head down to his place.

-

Five days later Bucky watches you slip into a pair of leggings as he sips his coffee.

“Are you sure you can’t even have some coffee?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m sure, 12 hours fasting for the tests.”

“You don’t have-” You cut him off with a glare. “Fine. But if you decide you want me there-”

“I’ll call. I promise.” You toss on a tee and a cardigan.

He looks away, chewing on his bottom lip. “Hey,” you pluck the coffee from his hands and set it on the nightstand, “I’ll be ok, Buck.” Cupping his face in your hands you place a kiss on his lips. He can feel his heart stutter just a touch, he wonders if it will ever go away. You release him and he buries his face in your chest, breathing in your now familiar scent.

When he lifts his head your smile makes his breath catch. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” Your soft lips press against his forehead. All he can do is nod. 

As soon as the door closes he feels himself wilt a bit, anxiety rising with each passing moment. He wants to believe you but he knows they could accidentally trigger something in you. Be it a memory or a reaction with your power, either could have horrible consequences.

After almost an hour of running worst case scenarios, he can’t stay here anymore. He tosses on some gym clothes and texts Steve to see if he’s free to train. Bucky’s already to the gym when he gets a response of ‘No, sorry pal.’

Sighing he turns around and heads to the shooting range. Clint is already there, experimenting with some new arrows Tony whipped up for him. While Bucky usually prefers to be here alone, he doesn’t necessarily mind Clint. He’s a fellow sniper after all and doesn’t ever seem to want to force Bucky into conversations he’d rather not have. 

The two men shoot in silence for a little more than an hour before Clint pipes up. “So, you and Y/N seem to have taken a turn for the better.” He’s taken up the spot next to Bucky under the pretense of changing his angle.

“What of it?” He may like Clint but the thought of sharing details of his private life isn’t high on his to-do list.

“Nothing. I think it’s great.”

“Yeah, you and Romanoff seemed to have an opinion the other day.” Bucky’s tone is gruff remembering Clint’s quip about her owing him.

He laughs, “Just a good-natured bet. I saw the chemistry between you two.” Bucky doesn’t respond. Some mix of anger and embarrassment blooming in his chest.

“Look, man,” Clint has stepped out of his booth and is leaning on the wall between them, “people like us should take any chance at love we can and run with it. It’s rare enough for civilians and most of them don’t spend their free time getting shot at.”

The tone in his voice drips with sincerity and Bucky can’t help but look back at him, the glare quickly melting off his face. “Who said anything about love?”

Clint shakes his head smiling, “You’ll be one lucky bastard if it ends up being that Barnes. Even if it doesn’t, friends are worth a whole hell of a lot too.” He claps a hand on Bucky’s metal shoulder, “As soldiers, it’s sometimes hard to allow ourselves to be happy. You deserve it. Promise.” Bucky says nothing for a minute and Clint nods, walking away.

“Thank you,” Bucky’s tone is low, sort of unsure. He does mean it though…

“You got-”

“Sargent Barnes and Agent Barton, you’re both needed in Mr. Stark’s lab immediately.” Jarvis’ voice cuts Clint off and Bucky feels the blood drain from his face. The two men hold one another’s gaze for a fraction of a second, a flood of emotion and information being exchanged in that one fleeting moment, before sprinting to the elevator.

When they burst out of the elevator they’re met by Steve and Natasha. Everything seems fine, nothing is on fire or blown to bits so that has to be a good sign. Still, as soon as he’s got eyes on you nothing could keep him back.

You’re sitting in a chair, wires stuck to you all over leading to a computer, tendrils of white light pulsing beneath your skin. “Y/N?!”

“Hey! I’m fine,” his hands are lightly grazing your body where the wires touch you, eyes frantically searching your own for any signs of distress. “Really, Bucky, I’m fine.”

You do seem ok. He wishes he was. His heart is thundering, muscles tense, ready and willing to do whatever he needed to keep you safe. Taking a shaky breath he rests his forehead on yours, trying to calm himself.

“Sorry if we scared you, Manchurian.” Tony quips from beside the computer as he pops a baby carrot in his mouth. Bucky shoots daggers at him.

“They were able to get a lock on the specific energy signature I emit pretty quick and scan for it. We found a match.” His eyes shoot back to you, unsure if you’re glad they found something or not.

“Well,” Bruce pipes up from another monitor, “near enough anyway. Too close to her unique signature to be a coincidence.”

“Another base?” Natasha asks from behind Bucky, who’s still kneeling in front of you, unable to move away.

“That’s what we were hoping you and Clint could clear up for us,” Tony flicks some images up so everyone can see the area they narrowed the signal down to.

Your eyes dart between the two and Bucky finally looks back. The map shows a spot just outside of Cleveland. Yet another nondescript building, nothing that says den of torture about it at all. Clint and Natasha exchange a look.

“Yeah,” she holds a finger to her lips for a minute thinking. “We may have something on this, didn’t seem like much so it’s low on the list.”

“Well, it’s top priority now.” Bucky doesn’t like the tone in Steve’s voice. It’s the one he gets when he’s going to do whatever bullheaded thing he has in mind no matter the consequences.

He sees you nod in his peripheral. “When’s the soonest we can head out?”

Bucky’s glare shoots back to you. “Absolutely not!”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Excuse me?”

“You’re not doing this.” His tone is just as stubborn as Steve’s, if not a bit more so.

You scoff, “Oh? I’m not?”

“No. You are not.”

“I hate to break it to you but you don’t get to tell me what I am and am not going to do, Bucky.” Your eyes darken just a touch as the air around you dips just a touch toward cool.

“After last time you really think this is a good idea, Y/N?!”

“No. But I’m the only one who can properly handle these assets if they attack. I’m the only one who understands even a little how this energy functions. I’m the only one-”

He can’t believe this. “So you’re just gonna throw yourself back into that?! After what almost… after… Y/N you’re being-”

“I’m doing what needs to be done. I cannot in good consciousness allow this to pass unchecked. Too many people are at risk if-”

“This isn’t a negotiation!” He bellows. “You’re my-”

“I don’t give a damn what I am to you or you to me.” It feels like you punched him in the chest. “You don’t give me orders, Barnes.”

When you look away from him to Natasha the dismissal is clear. “There’s some good surveillance footage of the area from local businesses security and traffic cams. Should be enough to establish patterns. After last time we know trying to scan is a lost cause.”

Bucky feels his rage prickle under his skin. You don’t look back to him when you’re done. Huffing he stands and stalks to the elevator, unable to be a part of this ill-begotten plan a moment longer.

-

“You know he’s coming right?” Natasha’s tone is light but she knows her words are heavy.

“Yeah.” You clip the stabilizer cuffs Tony made for you onto your belt. They were just a prototype and only to be used if you felt like you were about to lose it but they still felt strangely comforting to have. Nothing like the comfort you’d felt with Bucky… who you hadn’t seen in three days.

“Assuming you still haven’t spoken to him?”

“Not much to say.” You don’t want to have this conversation now.

“That’s bullshit.” She slips her Widow’s Bites on.

You shrug, “No. You heard how he spoke to me. In front of everyone. Like I was a fucking child like he could just say no and I’d say yessir.”

“He’s from a different time, Y/N.”

“I don’t give a fuck. It’s not 1945.” You slam your gear locker closed. “Plus, not like he’s spoken to me either.”

You barely catch a glimpse of him before he gets on the jet. Grinding your teeth you hang back for just a second.

“Need me to whoop his ass,” Sam says from behind you.

“That is not a fight I’d care to see.” You sigh, “But no. Just think we got ahead of ourselves is all.”

“Well,” he slings an arm over your shoulder, “you’ve still got me, kid.”

You laugh, “You do remember that I’m older than you right?”

“Psh, age is just a number. I got one of them old souls”

As usual Sam’s ridiculousness puts a smile on your face and by the time the two of you are boarding the jet you’re cackling. That all fades the moment you feel Bucky’s stare. Steeling yourself for the uncomfortable mission ahead you keep your eyes averted and your mind on the prize.

Things have gone smoothly for the most part. Some minor scuffles, every computer has been beyond destroyed, and no files that tell you a goddamn thing to be found but less than an hour into the mission and it seems this will be in and out. You’re not even sensing any of the telltale energy like you did last time.

You’ve all spread out a bit to try and wrap this up quickly since it all appears quiet. The area you’ve chosen is just about clear, or so you think. There’s the slightest whoosh in the air before you feel a blade nestle itself in your back.

“Fuck!” You scream as you stagger in pain and surprise. Just barely you can hear Bucky’s voice call out in the com as a foot crashes into your jaw.

It takes you a second but you get your bearings and land a blow to the asset’s abdomen. “I’m good!” No need for anyone to run to your aid when you don’t need it.

You focus a thin sliver of energy in your right hand and shoot it toward them like a tiny spear. They dodge and for a moment you think nothing of it, spinning despite the throbbing in your back from the knife wound, determined to take them out. A groan rings both in your com and from behind you followed by a thud.

Somehow you know before you even turn who’s going to be on the ground. You feel yourself somehow grow cold while also pulsing with energy, dread and rage and heartbreak crashing into you all at once. The asset forgotten, you rush to Bucky’s crumpled form on the floor.

“What the hell?!” His eyes are squeezed shut, teeth grinding in pain as he grasps the wound in his side, red sliding over his fingers.

“Heard you,” he grunts through clenched teeth. You can’t even feel the knife in your back at the moment.

“I said I was good!” You force his hands away and he groans. It’s bad, not as bad as it could be but still…

“Behind-” He doesn’t finish his statement. The asset grabs the knife and twists.

You scream, pain surging for an instant before it’s replaced with something else entirely. Thick cords of energy curl around you, pulsing in time with your suddenly steady heartbeat. There’s nothing in your mind for this moment, not even Bucky. One goal. Eliminate the target.

Pulling away the knife rips out of your back. It should feel like something. It’s just a tingle. Whirling you grab the asset by the neck. You could make this much faster than you do but… Pinning them against the wall you let your power trail down their body from your hold on their neck. They make a noise somewhere between a scream and a gurgle as superheated energy burns its way through them. It only takes a minute.

Once their eyes go dark you hurl them to the side. The sound of bones cracking. It’s then you come back to yourself, the monster sated. Bucky.

“Bucky is down. West sector cleared, I’m taking him up.”

“No, I-”

“Shut up,” you growl as you lift him.

Sam is stitching up Bucky when Nat and Steve declare the facility cleared. Nothing of value gained. They know you’re all looking for them, that’s clear enough by how quickly they abandoned this place.

The ride back is quiet. Sam takes care of the wound on your back and you can’t take your eyes off Bucky’s side. You could have killed him. If you had…

As soon as the door opens you’re bolting out. You think you’re going to run to your apartment but instead, you go to the range. Even so, all you manage to do is pace in the space anxiety thrumming through you, yet you’re unable to bring yourself to let loose the energy that almost killed him…

Before your brain knows what’s happening you’re riding the elevator up to not your apartment but Bucky’s. You know he’s in medical but he’s not hurt badly enough to stay there more than an hour or so. Pacing the hall, you wait.

The elevator doors slide open when you’re at the end of the corridor. Two voices, Steve’s and Bucky’s. You freeze.

“I’m good, promise,” you hear Bucky say.

“Alright. Call me if you need anything.” The doors slide closed and Steve is gone.

He hasn’t even opened his door before you’re on him. A small surprised noise comes from him as you turn him to face you. Logically you know he’s injured, need to be careful, but…

Your fingers tangle into his hair, pulling him to you. His kiss tastes like sweat and desperation. Tears burn your eyes as his tongue finds its way between your teeth, his arms winding around you, holding tight.

Suddenly you pull away, pushing against his chest. You punch him hard in his left pec. “You fucking idiot!” Your voice cracks.

“Yeah. I am.” A sardonic smile curls his lips. “Just for you though.”

[jaeminlore]

Library Assistant!Wonwoo

i'm back with one of the most precious boys in t world, jeon wonwoo <3

• anon wanted a troublemaker reader so here we gooo • you and mingyu are best friends and since you’re kind of outgoing and daring you tend to drag him everywhere • to the library for instance

• and even though you’re supposed to be studying what you’re really doing is drawing pictures in one of the library’s resource books

• stick figures of you and mingyu • the caption is probably something like • “skool sucks lolololol” • “kim mingyu smells” • “if ur reading this u r a loser” • you’re just a harmless troll really • bUT • this particular day when you two are hanging out in the library, mingyu suddenly slams your book closed • and you turn around to give him a piece of your mind bc what the heck mingyu who does that • until you see jeon wonwoo • aka the librarians assistant • aka the silent brooding type • aka one of the most handsome people on campus • with his oversized sweater and his large glasses that always slip off of his nose • he is really is handsome • too bad he’s so boring !!!! • ur convinced he went to some special librarian school where they sucked the fun out of him and made him into this super quiet boy who only makes an appearance when a book is being abused • you’re not here for it tbh • uNfOrtUnateLY wonwoo is mingyu’s other best friend so you two sorta kind of know each other • and he hates you so much lol • he KNOWS you are the one writing in his precious books but unless he catches you in the act he can’t technically prove it • BACK TO THE STORY • so wonwoo comes over and he’s shooting daggers at u like • “u just wrote in that book” • bc u were never one to back down from a fight you’re like • “maybe i did. maybe i didn’t. what you gonna do abt it????” • he does this semi cute huff and just frowns as he takes the book out of ur hands • “you wrote mingyu smells i know it’s you.” • cue mingyu: “i don’t smell!” • you try to tug the book back bc he can’t prove anything without it • “give me back the encyclopedia!!!!” • “lolololololololol no” • “wow i hate you” • “h8 u 2 m8” • this is basically how you two react on a daily basis • UNTIL ONE NIGHT • so mingyu had been cramming for exams and when he does this he kinda goes into Hibernating Bear Mode™ except instead of sleeping he does nothing but study • and the two of you had planned to watch neflix this particular night just to kind of distract yourselves from exams and whatever • but mingyu is nowhere to be found • and you check EVERYWHERE • you check his favorite coffee shop, the park he studies at, the gym he goes to when he’s stressed, the canteen, his dorm… you even called the 97 liners like “where tf is mingyu we have a marathon of bob’s burgers to watch” • and no one knows • but minghao gives you the best hint you can use at the moment “did you ask wonwoo?” • no way,,, there is no way u r gonna swallow ur pride and ask that … bookworm … to help u find mingyu • but thinking of wonwoo makes you think of the library, so you head on over hoping he had just fallen asleep and the security guard missed him • because at this point it’s reaching midnight and u aren’t even supposed to be out of bed,, let alone the campus library like come on • anyway the library isn’t open but you find a cracked window in the back to slide through • “mingyu!” you start whispering for your friend, hoping the security guard isn’t roaming the halls • you head over to the study second w all the tables and stuff • and lo and behold,,, mingyu isn’t there but instead it’s wonwoo • nd he’s just lazily walking thru the library w a squeaky cart, placing books back in their proper places • he’s tired, and in the dark you can see him cover his yawn with a sweater paw • ur heart does a lil somersault but like,,, u would never admit that bc you can’t find a dork attractive • esp not wonwoo, who is rumored to date books • you started that rumor but tbh you don’t doubt it • wonwoo finally catches you peaking around the corner and lets out a scream of terror bc he thought you were some kind of ancient book demon or smth • “wHaT tHe heCK!!!!!!” • you fall on the floor dYing bc his reaction was so funny • he looked like a startled deer tbh • “that was hilarious” you’re still giggling • and despite his absolute Hatred™ for you,, wonwoo finds himself blushing bc of how carefree you are in the moment • so … he gets kinda quiet and tries to become brooding again because that’s his Brand around here and there’s no way you’re going to break it with a simple giggle • at least… you aren’t going to know you did • “what do u want?” • after u sober up it gets kinda serious bc you’re still rlly worried for mingyu “is mingyu here? i can’t find him?” • “mingyu? i haven’t seen him.” • you let out a distressed sigh bc mingyu is a scatterbrain and he genuinely could’ve gotten lost around campus or smth •you sigh in distress: “he was supposed to come to my dorm a few hours ago and i can’t find him. ive looked everywhere.” • and as you speak wonwoo is suddenly,,, really disappointed,,, but he doesn’t know why,,, • “oh really? i didn’t know you two were dating…” nd he just kind of kicks himself mentally bc why wouldn’t you date mingyu honestly? • he’s handsome, he’s buff, he’s a great cook… wonwoo should’ve seen it coming tbh • but then you crinkle your nose like “dating? ew! i’d rather date you than mingyu and that’s saying something.” • even tho it was an insult and he’s slightly offended, wonwoo still felt a bit of hope blooming in his chest that for some reason just got bigger whenever you smiled at him • he also was blushing pretty dang hard but we aren’t going to talk abt that • anyway back to the topic at hand • wonwoo scratches the back of his neck and nervously suggests looking together. “we can try the kitchen if you haven’t looked there.” • “the what?” • “the kitchen. yknow, mingyu goes there every once and awhile to make food and wind down. he’s got a key and stuff so i don’t think the cooks mind him doing it.” • this is all very new information to you • but it’s the best bet so you agree. • you let wonwoo come with you because you don’t know the way • and also he’s rlly cute and kinda nice when he’s not yelling at you for an overdue book • but you would never tell him that ofc • as you both walk over there • nd it’s sort of awkward so you try to start a conversation • “isn’t the library closed? why were you stocking books?” • wonwoo smiled embarrassingly, “well i was actually just pretending to stock books. you see, there was a new shipment of books coming in and i wanted first pick of all the good ones before anyone else got to them.” • you giggle. bc,,, of course he would • “so you don’t mind breaking the rules, as long as it’s for books.” • “yeah and you always go against books which is why i can’t be associated with you.” • “well it gets boring in the library,” you whined. “can’t there be legos or coloring books to play with when students want to wind down but don’t want to read?” • “what are you, five? and why go to a library if you aren’t going to read?” • “mingyu needs someone to keep him company,” you said. “and i don’t like reading or studying so i would appreciate you taking note of that in the future.” • “right okay let me go buy a bunch of coloring books just so you can stay busy when you can literally bring one yourself.” • “that’s all i’m asking” • during your banter, you arrive at the kitchen • lo and behold mingyu is just chilling at the stove, eating some seasoned chicken • “hey guys grab a fork! i made extra!” • after you and wonwoo chide him for worrying you so much, you all sit down and eat • and • you don’t want to admit it • but it was rlly nice being able to get along with wonwoo • and he’s even cuter when he’s eating • his nose scrunches up and like you can’t help but stare at him a few times bc he’s a cutie • but he’s staring at you too so it’s all good • when the foods all eaten mingyu tells you guys to go ahead; that he’d stay behind and clean • he just ships y'all and wants one of you to make a move if we’re being honest • so wonwoo walks you back to your dorm and • you just stare at each other bc what do you do? do you ask for his number? kiss his cheek? • wonwoo answers your question by holding out his hand • fOr a haNdSHakE • but it isn’t that awkward because his hands are soft and warm • “i’ve got to go take care of some things,” he says, letting go of your hand and backing up. “i’ll see you tomorrow.” • “okay. thanks for helping me!” • “anytime.” • and that’s … that • and you’re pretty sure your crush was just fleeting and one-sided like there’s no way he’d ever like you • but • the next morning you walk into the library and on one of the tables • is a coloring book and some colored pencils • you pick it up and look around hoping to see wonwoo • you do, and he’s stocking shelves again, unable to come and talk • instead he just gives you and soft smile and mimes for you to open it you do, and his number is scribbled in • “maybe we could do something together? xxx-xxxx, let me know. wonwoo” • yep. your crush definitely isn’t one-sided.

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Lava

From this request: could you do a one shot with dean and he gets jealous a lot bc during a case a lot of people hit on the reader and the reader doesn’t notice it bc they are basically in love with dean and in the end he confesses his feelings and just a lot of fluff and adorableness

*Dean-centric

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“Uh-oh,” Sam said, sitting beside his brother. “Someone’s got stink-face on. What’s up?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Dude, you give new meaning to ‘if looks could kill’.” Sam followed Dean’s gaze. “Why is the bartender the victim?”

“Because he willingly served Y/N a drink.”

“That’s… kind of his job, Dean.”

“If she orders the drink, yes, it’s his job. But if some other sleazeball orders it for her, that’s when the line gets crossed.”

Sam nodded. “Ah. Right. Of course.”

“What?”

“You’re jealous.”

“No, I’m not. Why would I be jealous?”

“Because you like Y/N.”

“No, I don’t.”

“So… you’re not going to go beat the crap out of that guy who’s talking to Y/N over by the jukebox?”

Dean’s attention moved from the bartender to the darkened corner where you stood by the jukebox. A large man was standing next to you, one arm draped over the top of the jukebox, leaning in close to you. “Of course I’m not going to beat the crap out of him.” Dean stood. “But I am going to go get Y/N away from him.”

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“Well, well, well,” Dean said, sauntering up next to you. “What’s going on over here?”

“Oh, I’m just having a polite argument with this gentleman,” you said with a smile,  taking a sip of the drink from the guy at the bar. “He doesn’t think Foreigner is a good band.”

“Oof, all right buddy, I’m gonna save you an hour of your time. Once she gets started on Foreigner, she doesn’t stop until she runs out of breath.” Dean took your elbow in his hand and pulled you away.

“Dean, come on, I’m not that bad. And someone has to stick up for Foreigner.”

“They’re good, but they’re not–”

“Do we need to do karaoke again? Or should I say, do I need to kick your ass at karaoke again in order to prove that Foreigner is versatile and life-long and ever-lasting and–”

“Those two things are the same, Y/N. Now, it’s time to stop talking.”

You shrugged and took another drink.

“Stop drinking that. Could be roofied.”

“Why would it be roofied?”

“Because three-fourths of the still sober people in this bar have been vying for your attention all night?”

“Nuh-uh.”

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Back at the bunker, Sam poked his head into Dean’s room. “So… how much longer am I going to have to watch you suffer?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on. You’ve been sulking ever since the bar. You like Y/N and you need to tell her so she stops flirting with everyone else.”

“That’s the problem, Sam! She doesn’t realize that anyone is flirting with her! She just thinks they’re being nice.”

Sam scoffed. “Yeah, right. She has to know–”

Dean shook his head.

“Well… maybe that’s all the more reason for you to tell her. If she knows you like her and the two of you get together, she won’t even pay attention to the ‘nice’ guys…”

“Uh-huh. And what’s your bright idea for that, hm?”

“Valentine’s Day is coming up…”

“No. No. No way in Hell, Sam. Valentine’s Day is the worst time to announce your feelings. Everything is blown out of proportion and… and… and Y/N would hate it….”

“Don’t go over the top. But get her a box of chocolates or some flowers or something. Take her to dinner. Tell her how you feel. And then you’ll fall in love and get married and–”

“Easy, Romeo. Take it down a few notches.”

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On Valentine’s Day, you walked into the kitchen to find Dean making pancakes.

“Those better be chocolate chip,” you said, sitting at the table.

“They are,” Dean said, sliding a plate in front of you.

A single pancake sat on the plate.

A single heart-shaped pancake.

“What’s this?”

“Well, it’s Valentine’s Day…”

“Seriously?”

“No,” Dean said, sliding a plate full of round pancakes to you. “I just wanted to see your face.”

“Asshole,” you said with a smile.

“You know the only festive thing I do this time of year is raid the shelves of discounted candy on the fifteenth.”

“We’re still doing that, right?”

“You bet your ass we are.”

You took a bite of pancake. “And people say the fourteenth is the day of love.”

“But nothing says ‘love’ like eighty-percent-off a box of chocolates.”

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The next day, you and Dean slid into the Impala and headed off to the first store on your list. It was early, so the parking lot was nearly empty.

You grabbed a cart and followed Dean to the large candy display at the back of the store. The two of you began tossing bags and boxes into the cart with abandon, giggling like… well, like two kids in a candy store.

Dean tapped your shoulder and handed you a large, heart-shaped box. On the top of it was a picture of two olives with the words ‘Olive You’ above them.

“Cute,” you said.

“It’s…” Dean shifted. He suddenly didn’t want to admit what he’d practiced in the car.

You studied him for a moment before turning and searching the shelf. After a few moments, you turned and handed him a heart-shaped box.

Dean looked at the picture of the volcano. “‘I lava you’,” he read.

“Nothing says ‘love’ like a super cheesy discounted box of chocolates,” you said with a smile. “Or should I say, ‘lava’.”

Dean returned your smile. “I lava you, too.”