returning the stones isn’t steve’s only mission whilst he’s gone; he has one final mission of his own - to find his long lost lover, you, before it’s too late (2.5k)
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Panting heavily, you bend down, resting your hands on your thighs as you feel a burn course through them whilst Bucky laughs at you.
“Did you seriously run here?” Bucky asks, Steve now facing you too, surprised to see you.
Holding a finger up, you take one final deep breath before composing yourself. “Of course,” You breathe out. “I didn’t wanna miss the start of it, had to get here on time.” You smile, practically beam to Steve who shyly smiles back.
“I mean you’re fifteen minutes late, doll.” Bucky comments, ignoring Steve’s weak punch to his arm. “Sorry.”
“You haven’t missed a thing, Y/n.” Steve assures you as he steps forward, holding his arm out as his jacket swarms his upper body.
Despite the mud coating the hem of your skirt that hides various bruises and a sheen of sweat lining your forehead, Steve still adores you completely, no matter how often you’re late for things.
“I’d be honoured.” You giggle, looping your arm with Steve’s as the three of you make your way into the dance hall.
Standing on the podium, Steve can feel his grip tightening on the case as Bruce, Sam and Bucky watch him closely.
“Ready Cap?” Bruce calls out as Steve’s suit changes to white and red, contrasting the previous dark tones. “Alright, we’ll meet you back here.” He adds, and Steve nods.
It’s the moment he’s anticipated for too long, ever since he woke up from the ice.
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I cannot express to you how heartbroken and absolutely livid I am. The fact that there are literal tears in his eyes, and you can see how broken and hurt he is by all of these shitty, ugly people spreading shitty, ugly late, is completely unacceptable. For him and for anyone even remotely close to going through the struggle of your own body fighting against you.
Acne is uncontrollable. It hurts. It’s annoying. The desperation that it can bring to just get rid of you can ruin your fucking day, week, or month if you let it. But it’s also: NORMAL. Everyone and their MOM gets acne, or has had some sort of breakout. It’s a part of life. It doesn’t matter how old or young, rich or poor, dirty or clean you are, it: happens. It’s a normal bodily function. The pores build up and betray us and there’s nothing we can do but treat it and give it it’s due time.
The works is light years beyond what it was before, but it’s still so shitty and so much more extensive now. To search your own name on Twitter and see those auto filled results has to be gut wrenching, and we know how strong Ethan is but I know he’s putting on a brave face for all of us becuase he wants to make a better impact with it. Even then, he’s worried about the people he cares about, the people he can help, before himself. He’s better than me. He’s too nice for blurring out that person’s name. Too respectful. That just proves the kind of man he is.
But the glossiness of those hazel eyes I’ll never forget and I’ll never forgive. If you’ve ever put someone down for their complexion, you’re the scum of the earth and you’re the ugliest of us all. Yes there’s bumps on his face but he’s still the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on, and the most beautiful soul I’ve ever encountered. He makes this world a better place, and he gives me hope for those kids that are younger and that are going through this and that are malleable and can understand that it’s okay to embrace our imperfections and that beauty isn’t skin deep after all.
Ethan, you’re gorgeous. You’re strong. You’re amazing. You’re a hero. I keep saying that. Keep that heart of a lion roaring inside you. The world needs it.
To the best of us. Cheers. #EthanDolanIsBeautiful
I'm absolutely feral for this man.
Fuwa encounter
me after opening tumblr to those spam porn bots posts when all i wanted to do was read a silly ass fanfic:
Is it fuckin spelled yuji or yuuji??????
The amount of times this has happened is funny
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