Was Walking Alone Through The Alley Behind My Apartment And Saw A Weird Guy So I Checked That I Had My

Was walking alone through the alley behind my apartment and saw a weird guy so I checked that I had my pepper spray and I guess the guy saw me do that because he said "Don't worry, I'm more scared of you than you are of me" and I said "Ok" and he said "I'm terrified of women"

ksksmdkdcndxi I wish someone would do these to me 😞 my hands are almost always cold, there are plenty of chances !!!

hi, can I request a seventeen reactions when their s/o always have cold hands please?

seventeen reacting to their partner having cold hands

paring : svt x gn! reader

genre : fluff 

wc : 884

notes : hi anon! thanks for the request!! my hands are always freezing so i can relate to this a lot and it's kinda self indulgent but i hope you like it!! 

seungcheol

always asking if you're cold and would offer you his hoodie or jacket

holds your hands in his to try to warm them up

will worry your health isn't doing good but the longer your with him the more he comes to terms with the fact your hands are just always cold

sulky when you cuddle and your cold hands touch his bare skin 

“sorry i can't help it” 

“it's okay i still love you even if you're an ice cube”

jeonghan

will use them to cool himself off if he's warm

just grabs your hands and places them on his face or neck

will yell at you if you hug him and put your hands under his shirt cuz the freezing cold on his back is not his favourite!

but it's always jokingly 

will get you gloves as a gift for any occasion 

joshua 

so many frozen jokes 

“hey elsa!”, “my ice queen”, will sing frozen songs at you 

you put your hands on his back as revenge and laugh as he squirms trying to get your hands off

another to hold your hands to warm them up and ask if you're warm enough 

jun 

if you're like me it's just your hands that are cold; your arms are normal temperature 

will be very confused about how that works

will put his hands on your arms then your hands to feel the temperature difference 

 also will get you silly gloves as gifts

like those stupid couple gloves so you can hold hands in them

hoshi

you better know he's getting you tiger gloves and will look everywhere for tiger print hot packs

also constantly asking if you're cold and thinks you're lying when you say you're fine, so he will secretly up the heat and you have to scold him cuz now it's too warm and your hands are still cold

“YOUR HANDS ARE SO COLD…WHY??”

wonwoo

indirectly checks on you to see if you're cold or not 

“do you think we should turn the heat up it's been getting a bit cold or do you think it's fine?” 

"i've been a bit cold recently, how do you feel?"

will hold you're hands to warm them up when he realizes your body temp is fine, it's just your hands 

“are you anemic?” “why are you asking??” “well i was reading about it and it turns out cold hands and feet can be a result of low iron and i just want to make sure you're healthy”

woozi

probably doesn't pay too much attention to it

realizes your hands are cold and will throw a hoodie at you or leave one in your area as a silent hint to wear it if you're cold

may slip it into a song if he finds a way

will also use your hands to cool down 

also probably has cold hands so your hands might feel a normal temperature to each other when you guys hold hands

dokyeom 

so worried it could be a health thing and will buy you vitamins and supplements to see if it will help

will also find ways to help with blood circulation and make you do them even if you think they're stupid 

“why would i dry brush my body kyeom?”

“i read it can help with blood circulation and maybe that's why your hands are so cold!” 

will get the couple gloves

will get upset if you won't use them

mingyu

thinks it's funny at first

then you start touching his back and his nape and then he gets sulky 

“be warmer your hands are too cold” “how am i supposed to do that gyu?” “i dunno, you figure it out >:(“

also holding your hands to warm them and would put them in his pockets

so many hugs to make sure you're warm 

minghao

uses it as an excuse to make you drink tea with him whenever you two could 

holding a warm cup means warm hands !!!

would find teas and snacks to help with iron and health if he finds out it could be because of low iron

will get matching gloves for colder weather so your hands don't get colder 

seungkwan 

will get you warm drinks when he gets his iced americanos since he thinks you're cold and won't tell him

will also use it as an excuse to take cute coupley pictures of your drinks and hands

will suggest getting vitamins and say it's “bonding” 

“oh so you'll wear the couple necklaces but draw the line at vitamins!?” “why do you think vitamins are a couple activity kwan???”

glares

just take the vitamins (bonus if they help anything!)

vernon

i have a weird feeling that his hands are also frequently cold 

gets matching hoodies for you two for when you get cold 

will hold your hands and put them in his pockets and will get flustered if you point it out... it's cute you do it often

“dude why are your hands so cold”

“... did you just call me dude?” 

“YES! cuz your hands are so cold. it's freaky are you a vampire or something??” 

chan

constantly asking if you're cold and if you want his hoodie and if you want him to change the temperature and will just interrogate you about your health cuz he wants to make sure you're okay and wants to be a good boyfriend :(

also makes frozen jokes and sings frozen at you 

“your hands are so cold!” “they're always cold you should know this by now” “let me warm them up for you”

holds your hands in his pockets and has the biggest smile on his face

thinks he's being such a gentleman and you will do anything to make him smile like that again

good thing your hands are always cold :D 

nct ten & jeno !!

who is ur ultimate bias?????

Domestic Life Of a Living With a Runaway Assassin. [Intro.]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x soulmate!reader

Summary: you hate many things in life. you hate soulmates. you hate the avengers. you hate guns. you hate loud snorers and complicated relationships.

Bucky Barnes is associated with all of those things, yet you can't find yourself hating him

W.c: 2.1K

Series playlist linked here

Author note: this was actually one of my first long form fics I wrote in many years, its carrys a nostalgic feeling and means a lot to me. i wrote it like last October and thought abt kinda rewriting some stuff and posting it here! I thought some of you guys woudk enjoy this story. this is only a short darbble that teases the story, next chapter shows how they met and everything after that. It takes place right after CA:TWS and it’s a soulmate AU!

Masterlist

Soulmates.

The legend goes that when the universe was created and whatever higher power you believed in created humans to have two sets of legs, two sets of arms, and two heads. Now because the world is cruel and no one can have nice things, whoever is in charge up there split us up into two beings but forever being connected by our souls. Spending the rest of our life waiting and searching for our other halves. Never being our true whole selves without them. How poetically tragic.

It turned into a weird way to make money nowadays, you felt like no one really cared about the reality of soulmates now. It was made into shitty romance movies, or stupid scientific searches for your one and only soulmate that was definitely an internet scam. People literally faking soul marks towards celebrities for their one chance with them that their delusional minds make up. 

All just a desperate attempt to feel whole and loved but your one and true person. Always and forever destined to be.

What a touching story. Too bad you think it's all bullshit

No genuinely, you were supposed to believe your life's purpose was to find this one person in the entire universe that matched you, and without them, you what? you were going to be miserable for the rest of your life? The universe is a scam. You had given up on the whole mad search for your other half years ago, you didn't understand why you couldn't go out and find your own partner without having to match up those stupid words on your shoulder. 

“I'm sorry, you probably don't feel very safe with me.”

Those stupid words. You hated the idea of soulmates but you couldn't stop yourself from the hours of wondering just what the hell that was supposed to mean. You had no interest in seeking out your soulmate but you could wonder what type of person they may be. Were they really a dangerous person? Would you genuinely not feel safe with the said person when you first meet? Would you even meet them?

Questions had swirled through your head since the day you got it. Those questions had died down a little, you were getting older and most of your peers had already met their soulmates. You noticed soulmates were not just romantic, they came in friendships, some didn't work out, some came between children and parents, and some came through your fire escape at night, covered in blood and knocking down your favorite plants.

With a loud crash, your feet carried you through your new york apartment to your living room. You saw the outline of him crouched down on the floor. “I'm so sorry, I know that was your favorite plant.”

Okay, spoiler. You had found your soulmate. You weren't excited about it as the rest of the world expected, but it happened. You weren't some hypocrite that would suddenly abandoned all beliefs and fell head over heels for your soulmate once you met like one of those stupid romance movies you mention earlier, you were not some cliche. Especially not with a poor excuse of a runaway-brainwashed-assassin soulmate, at least you would try convincing yourself that.

“My god Bucky, how many times do I have to tell you to just go through the door.” you pinch the bridge of your nose as the tired old man scrambles to clean up the dirt and scattered pot beneath him. “I mean, you practically live here now.”

“I'm not using the door, someone could see me.”

You think Like that's better than having someone see you climb through the fire escape, asshole. You scoff and shake your head and begin dragging yourself to the kitchen. You had a slight quirk at the end of your lips, an amused smile, you hoped Bucky didn’t see in the dark. Maybe he did, you didn’t really have enough time to ask him the deets on the effects of the serum. 

You swing open the cabinet door and grab a trash bag and first aid kit. God only knows how bent out of shape bucky is tonight. Making your way back into your living room, Buckys still muttering under his breath about your stupid plant and “god dammit it's fucking freezing out there.”

throwing the trash back at him, he looks up at you. His eyes are beautiful. His hair is sopping wet and you were hoping to any god above that he wasn't bleeding out on your floor. You were not losing your security deposit for your reckless runaway assassin soulmate. God, that's a mouthful, you need to give him a new nickname.

 “So, what's the damage?”

“s’ nothing, I'm just cold. It started raining hard.” he looks like a wet shaking dog. Your heart aches.

You look him up and down. Noticing the water dripping from all his clothing. “I see that.”

You sigh and take a few steps toward him. Bucky eyes follow your moments precisely. He has a bit of a staring problem. You snag the hair tie off your wrist and swiftly tie his brunette wet mop of a head into a little man bun. Cute. you shake your head.

“Stay, I'll be right back.”

Bucky watches you in awe as your body ascends back into the darkness of the room and around a corner. He's uncomfortable and his socks are wet. The leather vest is wet and he feels like he's trapped in his own skin, and Bucky feels too heavy. 

Slowly, he begins to unstrap all weapons on his body and toss them to the side so you don't have to see them. You didn't like guns. He had a designated place where he hides them because god-forbid Bucky messes up your apartment aesthetic with his dozen of unsettling and quite scary weapons. Your words, not his.

Unzipping the leather top and peeling the fabric off himself was less than a nice feeling, it made him cringe and sent a quick shiver down his spine. Bucky tossed it to the side, he’ll deal with that tomorrow. His hands feel the thin black shirt that's left, it's wet too. Fucking hell. He doesn’t remember the New York weather being this bad in September, he also barely remembers anything so his memory isn’t too reliable. Bucky slowly peels the fabric over his head, he hopes he doesn't mess up the bun you did, he never did it right.

Bucky hears your feet pad against your floor. He pushes back a smile. You're holding a towel and some clothes. He watches you as you crouch down next to him on the floor, he notices that your eyes are squinted and your bed head is apparent. A twinge of guilt hits him now knowing he had woken you up. Bucky whispers, “I woke you up.”

You sigh, again. “I was having a bad dream anyways.”

“About?”

You inhale, scoffing to yourself. “I was being chased by Jimmy Fallon with a jar of pickles – because you know, I hate pickles – and he was yelling at me about the importance of eating vegetables, but he sounded just like my mom.”

Bucky didn’t remember who Jimmy Fallon was, “you must think you’re so amusing, don’t you?”

“Maybe.”

Bucky curls his toes and is unfortunately reminded of his very wet socks. He leans forward to untie his hefty boots. Your eyes trail along his naked back, his muscles flex and suddenly you are just a little more awake. You watch his left arm in all its glory, taking note of the ragged and scarred tissues where metal meets skin. Scratch marks are littered around the edges, and you feel sad for him, imagining how those got there. The moonlight highlights his metal arm, making it shine and look quite beautiful. You could never tell Bucky that.

“It's been a week.” you finally breathe out. Bucky freezes in place as his fingers wrap around his laces. He feels guilty again. “And you didn't leave a note this time either. I thought...”

Trailing off, you stop yourself before you say something you were going to regret. Your mind wanders, you felt so incredibly stupid right now. Truth is, you didn't agree with the whole soulmate ordeal but it seemed like ever since your unconventional first meeting with Bucky, he has stuck to you like glue. He just kept coming back and then leaving again. 

It took you many of his overnight stays and weirdly domestic mornings making scrambled eggs together and then turning into a worry machine after he leaves. You realized had grown to care for him deeply. Bucky always came back, but you were scared for the day we might not. 

Bucky is– literally, a lost puppy. He had been on the run and actively avoiding the few stray agents that knew he was still alive when he met you. 

Bucky remembered back when he was a kid, dreaming about the day he would meet his soulmate. He and Steve would stay up all night talking about their soul marks, or just words (as they used to call it), and what they thought their soulmates would be like. Bucky was obsessed and simply put, a hopeless romantic. 

Then Steve met his soulmate, Peggy. And then he technically died and Hydra happened, Bucky thought his soulmate would have been dead because he was out of his time now. After being brainwashed and having been broken and put back together by Hydra, Bucky could still never shake the feeling of you still being out there, it was like some instinctive feeling in his bones, he had hope and it was one of the only things keeping him going. 

And he was right.

Bucky had many doubts when he first met you, given his situation. But you were not scared. And that was enough for him at the time.

But now he just feels guilty for giving you the burden of being his soulmate. He was trying, really.

“I'm sorry, doll.” his voice didn't sound like his own, he shrugged the rest of his boot off and followed with his socks. Finally. “I should have left a note. I'm safe, you're safe, and I'm here now.” 

Bucky heard you sniffled and you turned your head with an embarrassment look and glossy eyes. Like you were ashamed for caring.

“sweetheart...” he scooted closer, hoping you wouldn't mind his damp skin on yours. Bucky reached for you, wrapping his flesh hand around yours and giving you a small squeeze. Your head turned to him, a small smile hidden on your face by the darkness of the room. He saw it. Bucky might even think you're an angel. “I won't leave without saying something next time, I'm sorry.”

“Do I even want to know what you were doing out there?”

He hated lying to you but his life was complicated. “Just trying to fix some things I did.”

You nod. “Good.”

The silence between the two of you isn't uncomfortable, the past few months have been silent– at least with bucky. He is your soulmate. He is also the winter soldier, and the winter soldier is always moving and hiding. Bucky Barnes is always moving, always. He had been that way even way back in the Howling Commandos. 

You were his safe haven. Your relationship was on and off but your bond was strong, it was wordless and tentative and strung together by patching wounds at midnight and soft, domestic glances over coffee. Your house– just you were his place where he could just stop, pretend as if nothing mattered and sit on the couch and watch reality television that you loved. Bucky found it questionable but you said “it will help you get with the times.” Bucky just watched it because he knew it made you happy. 

Bucky Barnes had been moving all week, fast. He had almost died, twice. He was never going to let you know that though. Bucky was due for some Hell's Kitchen or dance moms. He was also not going to tell you that. 

The moonlight was fading and you could hear the faint sound of birds chirping outside, barely silenced by the bustling city life of people leaving for work. You are still sitting next to Bucky, and you nudge him with your elbow. His attention is now drawn to you. You bite your bottom lip, a horrible habit you had, bucky hated it. Bucky brings his thumb up to your face and pulls your lip away from your teeth. He wants to kiss you.

“Go take a shower, you stink.” That works too. He smiles and you laugh. Yeah, Bucky thinks he can stop for just a little longer this time.

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