YOU were a twilight fan?? i never would have thought...
listen. twilight got middle school alex through a lot of shit ok. i can sit here and shit talk twilight allllll damn day bc lbr it’s trash but. it still holds a very dear place in my heart. i wouldn’t have survived middle school w/out those books.
hi, I just watched 3x20 Olicity sex without BG music lol, I don’t know how many times I watch it, but after this week episode I feel it’s ok to watch few more times hahaha. So it’s only me that when I watch it,I feel like I kinda intrude lol all the moans and all that intimate stuff hahha. it’s not really an ask, but I thought I will share with you
Oh my god, it’s so intimate, anon, so intimate. I just watched it again (and again, and a few more times because why not) and it always strikes me how much I feel like I’m peeping in on someone. Which I guess I am but it really speaks to the kind of scene we got between them. I can’t believe how much we got, it feels like I’m watching something on a different network, and that they took the time to explore the intimacy and love and intensity between them
(One of my favorite moments because you know she’s straddling him and where are the dailies from this scene?!)
One thing that strikes me is that it’s so silent save for the rustling of clothes and the heavy breathing and the moans…
(god the moans like when he’s carrying her over to the bed lord save me),
… it makes it so much more intimate. Logically I know they’re on a set and they’re filming and whatever but…
It’s also because they wanted it that way, to show how much they are focused on each other, on feeling
There’s only so much you can say and then there’s communicating everything through touch and sensation
i am undone
my soul is on fire all over again
There are over 23 million views of this video alone - 23 million views - aka a bunch of us have watched this thing literally hundreds of times.
Jocasta Nu survives that bit with the murder (somehow) and winds up with Rebel Intelligence (where else). Post ANH she ends up teaching Luke and possibly also Leia. Certain truths may get told a sight earlier (cough*Vader*cough). On a completely unrelated note it's not exactly easy for sundry rebels to take Vader seriously anymore due to someone spreading Temple gossip courtesy of the de facto Jedi Grandmother.
Okay but why not go full AU here and drop Jocasta into the Double Agent Vader storyline.
She’s an intelligence agent, of course, and by the time we reach the OT period she’s probably working closely with Mon Mothma herself. And if we assume that Anakin shared a bit of Tatooine culture with her (though far from everything), then she might very well recognize the name Ekkreth. Especially since she already knows that Anakin is Vader.
If Jocasta survived, I think it would be because Anakin failed to kill her in the Temple. Which, realistically, would probably mean he knowingly let her escape. So she knows better than anyone, even Obi-Wan or Yoda, exactly what he did. She was there.
So it’s going to be difficult for her, to say the least. She cared a lot about this kid, and she did what she could to help him without fully understanding the situation and without having regular access to him, and obviously something went horribly wrong. She was there in the Temple. She knows what happened. She knows what he did. It’s not something she can ever forget. Sometimes the thought of it makes her physically ill.
But she also sees what he’s doing now, and she’s perhaps better equipped to work with him than most other members of Alliance Intelligence. When the Inquisitors’ lists of Force sensitive children start coming in, she knows what that means. And when his coded phrases reference Tatooine stories, sometimes she knows what that means, too.
Eventually she sends him a coded message directly. That wouldn’t be completely out of the ordinary - Anakin’s primary Rebel contact is Leia, but sometimes he communicates with Mon Mothma as well. But when he gets this message, he knows it’s not from Mon Mothma. She doesn’t usually send physical deliveries, and she certainly wouldn’t send something like this: a carefully wrapped package of biscuits, with a note included that says “Don’t forget again.” It’s signed “Grandma.”
It’s a pretty big risk, even if there is no directly incriminating information. But Jocasta’s felt alone for a long time now. She has a place in the Rebellion, but most of her life was spent surrounded by other Jedi, and now it’s just her. Just her, and on the rare occasions when they’re stationed on the same base there’s Ahsoka Tano, grown now and insisting she’s not a Jedi. And now Ekkreth, someone she once knew as a boy called Anakin. He’s grown now, too, and it’s no less strange than Ahsoka. She’s used to thinking of both of them as children.
And yes, there’s quite a large part of Jocasta that blames Anakin for the loss of the Order and the Republic. But he’s also the only one left, and sometimes she isn’t sure if she blames him or if she blames the Jedi or even herself. It would be easiest, and maybe best, to simply blame Palpatine, but Jocasta’s learned that logic alone can only get you so far. Her emotions are harder to tame. It’s funny, she thinks bleakly sometimes, that it took the loss of everything she’d ever known and believed for her to start questioning those beliefs.
So she doesn’t know how she feels, really. But a few weeks later, when a delivery arrives for her on the Rebel base on Settra, she lets herself smile about it. There’s a seemingly untouched package of biscuits inside. Beneath every biscuit there’s a datastick. She runs each of them through the decryptions. They’re copies - abbreviated, limited, but there - of the Jedi Archives.
Eventually, she hopes, they’ll meet again in person. She still doesn’t know what she’ll do. But this is something. It’s a beginning.
What analysis are you talking about with them being in a hotel room? I've never heard of that one, why would kookminworld take that down?
another anon also asked
what was the analysis of jikook being in a hotel room together? i feel like i missed something big here, sorry for bothering you!
it’s basically about jimin hiding in jungkook’s room during this vlive , the person who originally made the analysis before kookminworld (who has already taken it down as well) pointed out some very accurate evidence
so taehyung was originally doing the vlive alone then he decided to go and visit jungkook’s room [jungkook was supposed to be alone there which wasn’t the case] ,
the first thing that was suspicious was jungkook taking a little too long to open the door for taehyung, when he was supposed to be only “throwing a robe on”,which by the way he was still not fully done with putting on after he opened the door , so maybe that wasn’t why he took so long to open the door, maybe he was taking care of some other stuff like hiding jimin in the bathroom maybe ?
after he opened the door, you can see that the lights were dimmed with some soft music playing,let’s leave that alone for now okay
jimin’s hoodie was on the couch_jimin’s shoes were on the carpet (which were the second pair of shoes on the carpet) _jimin’s phone was there too (how did they know that it was indeed jimin’s ? it’s because jimin’s phone is white with a black cover
what makes one believe for sure that “someone” was indeed in the bathroom is , after taehyung layed on the bed you can see that jungkook was taking care of something on the bedside table and at that exact moment you hear the bathroom door closing , so there is that , also after that jungkook went into the corridor and said :”you scared me” honestly that sounded like jungkook to me but some people think it’s jimin’s voice, in both cases it means that jeon wasn’t alone in that room , plus if you look close enough you can notice that at the beginning the bathroom lights were turned off then suddenly when jungkook was singing you can see the light coming out from that same bathroom and we all know that jimin doesn’t like being in the dark so there that as well . plus when jungkook was singing he kept glancing at the bathroom over and over again (he was so distracted lol ) and you can hear the doorknob turning right before that ……
jungkook looked more disturbed than usual , because he usually doesn’t mind being included in broadcasts which wasn’t the case for that vlive maybe it’s because he was interrupted in the middle of something ?
after taehyung decided to leave the room he suddenly said that he wanted to go to jimin’s room when he obviously didn’t intend to , because after he left at the end of the vlive he went directly back to his room and not jimin’s so maybe he texted him and intentionally read the text out loud because jimin didn’t have his phone remember? “jimin we’re coming” it’s for jimin who happen to be hiding in the bathroom to “hide” and to be ready because he was going out , that’s the only logical explanation for me tbh jungkook panicked as soon as jimin was mentioned, but still managed to control himself
the person who made this analysis even counted how long it took the door to close after taehyung entered the room vs when he left , it literally closed 3times quicker after tae left than when he came in , they even counted how long it would take jungkook to get to the door and close it and it was longer than it took the door to close which means that it wasn’t jungkook who closed it and it didn’t close on its own, but it was the person who was in the bathroom who was eager to close it, who happen to be jimin, because after the door closed you can clearly hear his voice from inside the room :) after tae went back to his room and found out that he was locked out by jin i think , you can literally hear jimin and jungkook talking [agreeing to kill v for trolling them so hard]
in conclusion jimin and jungkook were in jungkook’s room with the lights dimmed and some soft music playing in the background , with jungkook “naked” , and his make up “smeared all over his face” doing something … i’ll let you guess . i’ll give you a hint tho ,it’s anything but platonic
the analysis was made by kookminworld on youtube and they took the right decision by taking it down ,which was for the safety of the boys’ careers only .
You think Lexa is a top? Have I found another of my people??
Ah the old top and bottom debate….it never gets old does it? I hate to disappoint you anon, but I think Lexa is neither. The Clexa fandom are OBSESSED with who has what role in their sexual relationship, based solely on the very few moments we were privy to as viewers….and they’ve run fucking riot with it.
Of course Lexa lets Clarke take charge during the start of the love scene in 3x07. She was never expecting Clarke to reciprocate her feelings, let alone kiss her and have sex with her. But in the next scene is it not Lexa who climbs aboard the Clarke express with a one-way ticket to Pleasuretown?! That’s because Lexa has been bestowed with the wonderful gift of ‘VERSATILITY’ (it’s a talent that most lesbians have been blessed with.)
You can’t tell me that someone who makes a growly sex face at the prospect of going to war isn’t going to throw Clarke down onto something and finger-bang her into next week when she’s horny. Or that she’s not delighted when Clarke drags her into a room to give Heda some…err….Heda?!
I can’t speak for anyone else but I’ve never been with a partner who’s truly a top or a bottom, and I’ve been a professional gay for a long time. Not saying there’s anything wrong with it if that’s your thing, but sexual relationships tend to be way more nuanced than that.
So I leave you with the immortal words of Clarke Griffin on the subject of top or bottom…..
Tarjei fucking slays in that Gabrielle scene Jesus, he makes isak look thirsty as fuck, he's so good.
aahh anon i knowww!!!
that whole scene is so well acted from the both of them i think, but tarjeis face especially is on point! like going from the disappointed “did he leave me again?” in his room, to the shook™ face when even kisses him, then insecure isak, and then isaks “me neither” so fucking in love it physically hurts me!!!
and then of course the thirstiest face in the history of both faces and thirst, which i never get tired of looking at. its So Good, and his confused face and little “huh?” when even starts talking about the song, hes like coming out of a daze. its the best thing. also when the face returns in the middle of 5 fine frøkner when even is dancing and sort of caressing isaks face and neck and in the end hes just like “fucking just kiss me already”.
wow okay, that should keep you going for a while lol! I haven’t read everything by all these but I’ve read most or am following them in hopes of finding some spare time so i can read one day! It will all be amazing though XD I’m sorry if i missed anyone out, i was there for ages scrolling through who i follow and my eyes got confused lol!
BTS Reaction to having a girlfriend that never gets mad
Hello! I love your bts reactions and was wondering if you could please do a reaction to their girlfriend never being mad or upset (like they dont get angry easily and even when they should they still remain pretty calm)? Thank you❤️
Thank you for requesting ♥
Jungkook: Being the makeup artist for Bangtan you always worked on Jungkook most of the time since he would request you. Being his girlfriend and his makeup artist, you really could never decline working on im because this was your job. So when you two would have an argument this would be his way to talk to you.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“You dont seem upset, I know what I said wasn’t-”
“Jungkook, really. I’m not mad, please stop asking.”
He’d just look at you while you did his makeup and wonder why you weren’t more upset with him because if the tables were turned he knew he wouldn’t be as unphased as you were.
Taehyung: He’d be worried when seeing the blank look on your face. He’d worry why you weren’t more upset with what happened. He’d wonder why you weren’t more upset with what the fan had just said to you but it seemed to him that you just had the words roll off of your shoulder, he wouldn’t say anything but worry that you were just bottling up all of your emotions.
Jimin: Jimin would be walking next to you talking. He’s been wanting to talk to you for a while now ever since he saw you reply to a rude tweet on twitter.
“So..” He would start and you would just look at him quizzically. “Are you okay? I saw the tweet..”
“Oh it’s nothing, just some stupid girl.” You waved it off as if it was nothing, no hint of agitation or frustration on your face. “(Y/N), are you sure? What they said was pretty rude.”
“I’m sure.” You dismissed and continued walking with Jimin, he would let the questions in his mind go but couldn’t help but look back over to see the same look on your face.
Jhope: Hoseok would be happy that you didn’t get upset at a lot of things, he’d smile knowing you weren’t someone that let every little word someone else had said to you hurt you in any way.
Rap Monster: He’d roll over in bed looking at you, “(Y/N)…”
“Hm?” You’d reply looking up at the ceiling. “Are you still mad at me?”
“I’m not mad Namjoon.”
“Are you sure? Because-” Immediately you turned to look at him, resting on your elbow looking down at him. “I’m not mad, really i’m not.”
He wouldn’t believe you but let it go for the sake of not arguing with you again.
Yoongi: He’d just be looking at you as he brushed his teeth. You two hadn’t really talked since the night before when you two argued but he couldn’t decipher if you were mad or not. You always had a solemn look on your face so you just laying in bed on your phone confused Yoongi if anything. You wouldn’t even glance at him which only had him to assume you were mad when really you were just stubborn and wasn’t going to speak to him first.
Jin: He’d believe you when you said you weren’t mad at what Jungkook had said, he’d understand that Jungkook was young and was the maknae so what he said wasn’t meant to hurt your feelings. Jin would smile seeing that you weren’t upset at the maknae’s words and would carry on the day as if nothing was wrong.
i used to be the type of person to get really bent out of shape over anon hate, but now i’m just like ‘hm yes, what this message lacks in originality, it makes up for in creativity and anger. i’ll give it a 7/10.′
Can you do a fic where pietro is an ass to the reader and she is like best friends with Bucky? And pietro is mean because he’s jealous of their relationship but one time he takes it too far and he never gets her? Thanks- Anon /// I was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader has feelings for Bucky but pietro is an asshole to the reader? But then Bucky says he loves reader and pietro gets all mad? Sorry if this is hard to understand - @lucihaspie
Note: hi guess who’s back. back again. ya girl. ok so I put these two together, I hope that’s okay! this took a while and I apologize! feedback is more than welcome and thanks so much for the request! .c
You and Bucky have been best friends basically since he arrived at the tower. You were bold in trying to get him to be your friend, and he warmed up to you one night after you let him vent to you about what went on in his mind.
He knew he could confide in you and come to you about anything. You knew you’d never match up to his friendship with Steve, but it was pretty damn close. You had to admit, you’ve actually fallen for the super soldier.
There was an issue though, you were bold, but not bold enough to tell Bucky how you really feel. So, you leave it hidden in the back of your mind, closed off until the right moment. If that would ever come. Most days, you had an annoying pest called Pietro to keep those feelings and thoughts at bay.
You had just gotten back from a mission, tired and covered in mud and grime. Your joints hurt and you had cuts littered all over your body. Though the mission was a success, you had Pietro yelling in your ear every step you took about how you almost messed it all up, even though you really didn’t.
The team followed behind you and Pietro, watching him scream at you. “You’re stupid! An idiot! You could have gotten me shot!” Pietro yelled with his thick accent, his arms flailing around. You bit your tongue, tasting the metallic iron rising to the surface from biting so hard. You stared straight ahead, trying to drown out the man yelling at the top of his lungs at you.
You heard heavy footsteps approaching and someone shoved Pietro to the ground, just to have him speed back to his feet. “Enough! She didn’t do a damn thing wrong! I am tired of you acting like she’s nothing! Leave her alone!” You heard Bucky yell at Pietro. The two were toughing noses and both breathing heavily. “Hit me. Go on, if you’re so tough.” Pietro spat menacingly as Bucky’s metal hand clenched.
Wanda stepped in between the two, both of their chests crowding her. “If anybody hits anyone, it’ll be me hitting the both of you. Stop it.” Wanda ordered, staring up at her brother’s face. Bucky growled and you heard his arm whirring.
He stomped off towards your direction and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side as he placed his lips on your head. Pietro watched as you two walked off, his fists clenched.
A few hours had passed and you were all cleaned up. You were relaxing in the common room on the couch with Bucky, your head in his lap. Bucky’s hand was raking through your hair, gently scratching and massaging your scalp. You hummed in content with your eyes shut and Bucky stared down at you, a smile on his face. “That feel good?” Bucky asked, his voice just above a whisper.
You nodded gently as you opened your eyes to look at Bucky. He was staring down at you and you immediately blushed. Bucky chuckled, his body gently moving against you. “You’re cute when you blush.” Bucky said, caressing your hairline, letting his hand move down the length of your hair. “Are you serious? She’s not cute at all.” You heard Pietro’s annoying voice chime in.
Bucky’s head snapped towards Pietro, his jaw clenched. “Might wanna get your eyes checked.” Bucky grumbled, his hand ceasing it’s movement. You sighed and sat up, leaning against Bucky’s chest.
A loud “ha” escaped from Pietro’s mouth. “My eyes work perfectly fine,” He said with a smug grin, taking a seat in the chair near the sofa, “I can see that Nat’s a goddess. Y/N? Nowhere near.” Pietro finished, his fingers tapping speedily against the arms of the chair.
You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat. You had confided in Bucky one night about how insecure you felt about yourself and how you thought Natasha was better in basically every area. Bucky told you that he thought you were perfect and you should never talk so lowly of yourself.
You tried to move off of Bucky, but his arm slithered around your waist, holding you against him. Bucky sighed heavily. “Pietro, do us a favor and just leave, please.” Bucky snapped, his voice wavering between angry and calm.
You sank into Bucky’s hold, feeling your face heat up. “Okay, tell me this, Barnes. Who would you choose between Nat and Y/N?” Pietro asked, causing Bucky’s breathing to stop and you to sit and wait for his answer.
Your heart was thumping in your ears as Bucky stayed silent. You shoved yourself off of Bucky, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Pietro’s arm stuck out as you walked by him and he gripped your wrist. “Don’t touch me.” You spat, yanking your hand from him.
Bucky stood to his feet, watching you two. Pietro smirked at you, his eyes staring into your watery ones. You saw a flash of something in his eyes, but you couldn’t place your finger on it. It almost looked like guilt, sadness, and pain. But you knew he could never feel bad about how he treated you.
Pietro shrugged and chuckled. “So, you know I’m right then.” Pietro said to Bucky as you walked away, not being able to handle standing there any longer. You weren’t there to see Bucky snatch Pietro up by his shirt and defend your honor, telling Pietro how you felt about yourself and how much he loved you. You didn’t see the anger take place in Pietro.
You ran to your room, shoving past a team member every now and then. Steve finally stopped you in your hallway, he had been in Wanda’s room, discussing Pietro earlier and what they should do to stop it for good. “Y/N?” Steve asked, his blue eyes observing your current state. You sniffled and looked at your shoes. “C-Captain.” You said, your voice breaking.
Steve stepped closer to you, his finger lifting your chin. “Y/N, you can call me Steve off duty. Tell me what’s wrong.” Steve said with a slight frown, wiping your tears. Your lip quivered and you threw yourself into Steve’s arms, sobbing into his navy blue shirt. “Pietro.” He said with a firm voice, he was all too familiar with this. His arms tightened around you before he pulled away.
You choked on another sob and Steve held your arms. “I’ll be back. Go to Wanda, talk to her, please.” Steve said before he placed a kiss to your forehead. You nodded and he left, his strides long and angry. You stood in front of Wanda’s door and she turned to you. “Hey Y/N-” She gasped at your wet cheeks and puffy eyes. “Again?” She asked, shaking her head as she walked over to you and hugged you.
You sighed into the hug, your arms holding her. “He’s so mean all the time.” You whispered as you felt Wanda’s hands rubbing your back. “I tell him to stop, he just doesn’t listen.” Wanda said softly, “Y/N, there’s something you should know.” Wanda said as she pulled back from you. You listened closely.
Wanda sighed and looked around her room, as if she were searching for what to say. “My brother is jealous of your relationship with Bucky.” Wanda finally said and your eyebrows creased together. “Wh-why? Why would that give him any reason to treat me so horribly?“ You questioned as you felt the anger in your stomach start to boil. You watched Wanda’s face as she gave you a look.
Wanda shook her head, her hair falling from behind her ear. “I-I think he likes you.” Wanda said, almost whispered. Your mouth fell open and you took a step backwards. Pietro treated you horribly because he was jealous and likes you? Who the hell does that? How is that right at all? You scoffed and wiped angry tears away, leaving Wanda’s room.
She rushed after you and grabbed your wrist. “Y/N! Please, don’t-” You turned to her. “What? Don’t hurt him?” You spat, squinting your eyes at her. She recoiled and frowned. She nodded and tucked her lips between her teeth before responding. “I can’t stop you.” She said, meeting your eyes. You scoffed. “No, you can’t.” You said before stomping away.
Your anger was something you hardly act on but now, you just wanted to lash out. You breathed in and out heavily, ignoring the sudden lightheaded wave that hit you. You took the elevator up to the common room and heard Bucky yelling already. No doubt at Pietro. You walked in cautiously, listening.
Bucky growled, shaking his head. “You’re the biggest piece of-of CRAP! You profess love but treat her like she’s nothing!? Yo-you-” Bucky pointed at Pietro, “are a waste of her time!” He yelled, his voice growing hoarse. Pietro was standing still, his shoulders slumped. You walked in and gained the attention of everyone. Wanda walked in beside you now.
You bit back your anger, deciding to spare Pietro your own wrath. Pietro turned to you and Bucky looked like he had been crying. Your heart sank as you walked up to Pietro. You looked up at him and he was about to speak, until your hand flew up and across his cheek. You heard gasps fall from the mouths in the room. Pietro held his reddened cheek and wiggled his jaw.
His eyes filled with tears and he looked down at you. Your hand stung but you shook it off, straightening your back and shoulders. “I deserved that.” Pietro said softly. You scoffed and shook your head. “You deserve a lot worse after everything you did to me.” You said, your voice smaller and weaker than you wanted it to be.
Pietro clenched his jaw and nodded, his cheek slightly swelling. “I, uh, guess you don’t feel the same, huh?” Pietro asked you, his eyes meeting yours. You shook your head, looking up at him. “No.” You said before turning on your heel and making your way back to your room.
Back in the common room, Bucky walked over to Pietro. “You fucked up. But at least she has someone to treat her right and who loves her.” Bucky said, walking away. Pietro scoffed and chuckled, getting angry again. Before he could speed over and give Bucky a swift punch to the face like he wanted, Wanda trapped him in her red shield.
Bucky kept walking, taking the elevator to your room.
You were sitting on your balcony with your legs dangling through the openings, letting the cold wind dry your fresh tears. You wiped at your cheeks and inhaled shakily, a little sob breaking through your mouth.
You couldn’t believe that someone would treat you so horribly and say such mean things to you, cutting you down to nothing but insecurities, and say they like you. You just couldn’t believe it.
You heard your balcony doors open, not able to see who it was as you stared down at the busy city far beneath you. “Wanda, if you’re here to scold me for slapping your brother, I’m not going to apologize.” You said through your sobs. “I was going to say it was pretty impressive, though I expected a punch.” You heard Bucky say with a small chuckle.
You couldn’t help but blush at the sound of his voice. You felt him pick you up by your waist, pulling you from the railing. You turned to Bucky and shivered from the gust of wind, your hair whipping into your face. He tucked it behind your ear and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You let Bucky take you back inside of your room, shutting the balcony doors.
You sat on your bed, leaning against your headboard. Bucky sat beside you and pulled you onto his lap. “Y/N, please don’t cry.” Bucky whispered, cradling your head onto his shoulder.
You sniffled and held in your tears, a tired sigh escaping your lips. “I just don’t know how-I mean, he-” You sobbed again, shaking your head. Bucky held you closer and shushed you gently. He rocked you back and forth, his own heart breaking at your tears.
You sat in silence, listening to Bucky’s slow and steady breathing. You played with his metal fingers, finding comfort in the cold. Bucky placed kisses along your head, his flesh hand drawing random shapes on your thigh. “I love you, Y/N.” Bucky suddenly whispered, leaning his chin on your head. You stopped your movements and your breath hitched in your throat.
You sat up and turned in Bucky’s lap, straddling him as your eyebrows creased. “What?” You asked, your voice soft. You stared into Bucky’s eyes and he held your waist, his thumbs rubbing the small bit of exposed skin from your shirt riding up. Bucky smiled and looked at your face, studying every inch of it as if he would forget it.
Bucky inhaled nervously. “I love you.” Bucky repeated, his eyes searching yours. Your mouth fell open a tad as you processed what he just said. “But, earlier you didn’t say who you’d choose, I assumed you said Natasha after I left.” You said, looking away from Bucky’s eyes. “No, I’d choose you any day. I just didn’t know what to say, Pietro was pissing me off.” Bucky explained, rubbing your sides.
You looked up at Bucky again and looked at his lips. You leaned in slowly, building the courage to finally tell Bucky how you felt. “I love you too, Bucky.” You whispered before closing the distance between your lips and his. Bucky smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer, his metal hand cradling your head gently.
Your lips moved against each others perfectly as your hands found his long locks, gently raking through them. Your stomach flipped with happiness and you realized that you belonged with Bucky and nothing would change that.
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Clarke lets her head fall back against the wall with a thump. It’s only been a couple of hours, and already her phone is dead, her ass is aching from the hard concrete floor, and she’s starting to shiver.
It wasn’t her fault she got locked in the lab. Really.
She’d insisted Monty go home when he offered to stay back with her, telling him she just had a few more things to finish up. She thinks better with a clean workstation, but she’s not in the habit of tidying as she goes, so every now and then she stays an extra twenty minutes after work to clean up. How could she have known the big storage room– kept at a specific, chilly temperature– locks from the outside after hours?
There was no way she could’ve anticipated it, though that doesn’t stop her from berating herself the longer she sits, cold and annoyed and bored.
She’s done everything she can think of to do. She tried to call for help, but found that she had no service. Tried banging on the doors, but that’s useless when nobody is around to hear her.
So she resigned herself to her fate– spending the night right where she sat. She played games on her phone until she realized she’d want it throughout the night to check the time. She organized the shelves, built a tower out of tissue boxes, and set out paper towels to sit on, protecting herself from the cold, cold floor. But now it’s eight thirty, far too early to go to sleep, and she’s out of ideas.
Another thump as her head falls back against the wall again. And another. It’s been two and a half hours, is she already going crazy?
All of a sudden, the door opens.
She squints against the brightness, momentarily blinded.
“Holy shit,” someone says, as she blinks furiously. “Are you okay?”
“Thank god,” she sighs, scrambling to her feet, her limbs stiff. When she looks up again, she can make out the figure of a security guard, just as he steps further in. Too far. “No, no, no–” she cries, rushing toward the door, but it’s too late. It shuts behind him with an ominous locking sound. She swears and beats on it with her palms, knowing it’s no use.