and sorry for the dark down


I remember it was dark and the room smelled like mothballs because it was the guest bedroom. I could see the light from the hallway peeking through the door. I think they were watching a movie in th e living room. Just one wall between us. I was cuddling my racoon stuffie, Rocky. I was so tired. But I couldn’t sleep. This quirk would follow me to adulthood. You came in the room quietly. You tred so lightly. Was it so they didn’t hear? I’m sure it was. You sat on the edge of the bed too big fo r my 6 year old body. I couldn’t breathe. I was terrified. I pretended to be asleep. I wasn’t. Not when you walked in. Not when you put you hand on my legs. Not when you found your way under the covers. I was never asleep. Blackness. I forget how you did it all. Just bits. But I remember the feeling. I remember you ripping Rocky away from me and throwing him on the floor. I remember how you tasted. A taste a 6 year old shouldn’t know. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I sorry I didn’t scream. I’m sorry I fucked us up.


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“But then she smiled and said, “You forgot to say ‘please.’ ”

Lorcan’s dark brows flattened. “I don’t have time for this.” He made to step around her, shove her aside.

Lysandra vomited black blood all over him.

Rowan didn’t know whether to laught or cringe as Lysandra, panting, gaped at Lorcan, and at the blood on his neck and chest. Slowly, too slowly, Lorcan looked down at himself.

She pressed a hand over her mouth. “I am-so sorry-”

Lorcan didn’t even step out of the way as Lysandra vomited on him again, black blood and bits of gore now on the warrior and on the marble floor.“

Queen of shadows, Sarah J. Maas
The Real Drug War

Drug Wars

mafia!Jungkook x Reader

Clever as the devil and twice as pretty.
-Holly Black

Warnings: There will be very explicit sexual content, violence, drugs,…

A/N: For people who read my J JK fic, I’m sorry, you’ll recognize one part - I just really wanted it here. None of these pictures are mine - credits to the owners.

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Flowers of Darkness

Port Mafia + Flowers 

(scans by @dazaiscans, art by Kafka Asagiri, edit by me)

Inktober Day 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31

Inktober Day 24 | Mr. Trust Fund Kid | Done with the bowtie quartet! Finally I’m taking deep story now <3 Aiming for Jumin’s route but Seven is being flirty all the time I can’t– hurt him– ;; v ;; I really love Jumin’s deep voice btw. Like. Gawd.

Anyway, sorry for the dark picture– the electricity is down right now so it’s the brightest photo I can take :/

Welcome Home Sergeant

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Smut , knife play , choking kink , dom!bucky 
Summary: Inspired by a request sent in by @creepykatftw Can you do a Bucky x reader NSFW where the reader has a knife!kink and when Bucky comes home after a mission and is still dressed in his uniform the reader gets super turned on or something? - I’m sorry it’s so late! 
A/N: Hope you guys enjoy it , I’ve been working on it for a while and like always please come let me know what you think! 
Word count : 1717  

Originally posted by painfulblisss

The stomping of his combat boots on your wooden floors was unmistakable, a moment later it was joined by the thump of his bag being dropped at the door.

“Doll?” his voice was gravelly from use, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.

“In the bedroom” you replied, straightening his shirt on you. His dark blue Henley barely grazed past your hips, the black thigh highs you wore covered your legs. Bucky loved them. He had been away for a couple of weeks now and his no touching policy had left you high strung and frustrated. Bucky’s footfalls grew closer and soon he appeared in your door frame.

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Can’t quite make it

WWE Imagine

Finn x Reader- Finn wants to claim you as his, super smutty and Dominant.

Word count: 1636
Warnings: Smut, Language
Author’s Notes:  I Love me some Finnabon, sorry for the silence, I’ve had a lot going on in my real life. Love you all.

     The tour bus was your favorite of all the ways to travel to the U.S shows for many reasons, but the most prominent of those reasons, was currently sitting in front of you, his dark brows knit together in concentration as he carefully placed a tan Lego block on top of a stack of staggered grey ones to form the pentacle of the Death Star.

   You smiled as he let out a long held sigh of relief and placed the blocks down on the ever-swaying fake wood table of the tour bus and smiled at you, blue eyes shinning brightly.

“Hey, we are stopping for lunch, and to take a quick break, we will all meet back here at 8.” The driver announces as the bus pulls into a little mom and pop diner off the interstate.

 The bus rocks back and forth as groggy wrestlers stumble their way out of the bus onto the cool street.

“Right, ya wan to go get some grub den?” Finn teases you, standing and stretching his arms over his head, pulling his tight black t-shirt up, exposing his well toned abs.

  Of course you had seen Finn in a near state of undress many times being his body painter, and best friend, but it never ceased to make your mouth water and knees clench together. Ripping your eyes away from his stomach, you smile up at him, and nod your answer.

 “Good, cause I’m famished!” Finn teases, “Look et meh, I’m witherin’ away righ before yar eyes!” He gestures towards his lower body, and smiles his lopsided grin as he leads the way off the bus, you hot on his heels.

  “Finn!” You hear Becky before you see her, but it doesn’t take long to spot the fire haired Irish-woman.

“Finn, wait up! I needa ask ya something!” She catches his arm and drags him away, throwing a finger and a grimace over her shoulder, apologizing for the sudden interruption.

 You let out a sigh and lean onto the front of the bus, twirling the zipper on your jacket as you wait for Finn to return.

“Ahh!” You nearly scream as a large hand clamps your left shoulder, startling you.

“Woah, easy there little lady, I didn’t mean to scare ya! Not just yet anyway!” Aj smiles at you sweetly, winking a blue eye at you as he moves to stand directly in between you and where Finn had followed Becky too.

 “Jesus, a little warning next time Aj, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” You chuckle, smiling up at him, you talk for a few minutes, shifting impatiently from foot to foot, getting tired of waiting for Finn to return, and more anxiously, wondering what he is doing with Becky.

       “Whatcha waiting out here for? Wanna head out of the cold and get some coffee or a beer? There is a bar right down the-”  Before he can finish his offer, he is interrupted by a very stern Irish voice.

   “She was jus waiting far me, we’ll be goin’ den.” Finn pushes past Aj’s bigger frame and wraps a arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

 Before you can protest, Finn is dragging you by the arm back into the now empty bus, his grip on your wrist almost tight enough to hurt.

 “Ow, Finn! Let me go!” You growl as you yank your arm free of his grasp, your eyes locked with his light ones as he spins to face you.

  “Wha is tha all about huh?” He demands, his hands wresting on his jean clad hips. He looked angry…it was distracting, in more ways than one.

 “What was what all about? Aj stopped to talk to me after you ran off with Becky! We were just talking!” You growl. Why were you explaining yourself to him? He wasn’t your boyfriend, as much as you wish he was.

  You turn away from him, confused. “Aye! Where are ya headed?” His large hands are on your hips, pulling you backwards into him, your ass pressing into his front hard, hard enough for you to feel a swell in the front of his jeans, straining to break free. Oh.

  “I don’t-” You start, but he stops you by kissing your neck softly, then harder, his teeth biting down on the sensitive skin hard, making you yelp out in pleasure and pain.

  “Finn, I don’t understand.” You finish, closing your eyes hard as you try to focus, his hands traveling under and up your shirt, the rough skin of his palms making you squirm, and grow ever more aware of the dampness in your panties.

 “Yar mine, and I wan ta prove it. Ya think ya can jus flirt with who ever ya want when I walk away for a second?” He growls, dragging you to the back of the bus, and pushing you down into a bunk, laying you flat on your stomach.

  “Finn!” You exclaim as he climbs over you, his hardening erection pressed into the small of your back as he drags your shirt over your head.

 “Finn! What if someone comes back? We are on the bus-” You exclaim breathlessly as he unsnaps your bra, sliding it down your shoulders, releasing your hard knobs to the cool air of the bunk.

  “Let them hear ya, they needa know yar mine anyway.” He snarls into your ear, his teeth grazing your ear lobe as he shimmies out of his pants, pushing them to the corner of the bunk, his hot cock pressing into the thin material of your leggings, making you writhe under him, need growing in the pit of your stomach.

  “Ya want me Y/N? How wet are ya huh?” His voice is husky as he pushes his hand under you, and inside your panties, his expert fingers parting your soaked folds quickly, and rubbing your swollen knob in fast and harsh circles, making you moan out his name.

  “Fuck, Finn please, I need you, please?” You whimper, bucking under him as he shifts his weight, moving backwards enough in the small bunk enough to pull your leggings down to your ankles, leaving them wrapped around you there.

 “Mmm, I wan’ ya tied up, but this’ll have ta do far now.” He growls, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you up slightly so that you are resting in your knees, you ass slightly in the air.

  “Fuck! Oh my god!” You nearly scream as he his suddenly buried deep in your soaked mound, your fingers gripping the plaid sheets hard as your body tries to adjust to his size, his cock pumping in and out of you hard, rocking the bus slightly.

  “Jesus Christ! Ya’r so tight Y/N, ya feel better than I imagined.” He moans as he grips your hips hard, pulling your ass back to meet his thrusts hard, your pussy clenching around his thick cock, his length stretching you.

  “Oh my god Finn, Don’t stop, right there!” You moan with abandon, not caring who hears you as you are lost in the pleasure of his cock pumping into your dripping cunt, his hand moving up your body to wrap around your throat, gripping you tightly.

 “Dat’s it love, say my name, scream it, let everyone know who’s pussy dis is.” He slams into you hard, his body pressed into yours as he keeps up his torturous rhythm, his other hand smacking your hard on across the ass, making you yelp loudly.

 “Finn, Finn, oh God, I’m going to cum!” You moan loudly, pushing hard back into him as you explode over the precipice, your body shaking and your toes curling as you suppress a scream of pleasure.

 “Oh, Shid You feel so good, I’m going to cum! Where do ya want it?” He growls huskily, panting behind you. In response you pull forward, pulling him out of you, and carefully spin around to face him, reaching out to grip his cock hard before he can say anything, taking his length into your mouth, and rolling your tongue over it.

   “FFFFuck!” He moans out, his hands gripping your hair hard as you bob you head up and down over his length, the taste of him and you filling your mouth as he cums hard, pushing your head down and forcing you to swallow rope after rope of his hot cum.

  “Shid.” He pants as he falls backwards into the small cot, his head almost hitting the wall as he pulls you down with him.

  “Yeah, I’d say.” You close your eyes, your body still singing with pleasure as you try to catch your breath, listening carefully to see if anyone had returned. After a moment you both come down enough to roll out of the bunk, sliding your cloths back on, stopping occasionally to steal a kiss.

    Just as you are sitting on the edge of the bunk, pulling your boots back on, someone climbs onto the bus, nosily, startling the two of you. You look up to see Aj’s blue eyes passing between you and Finn, taking in the scene, then at the bunk, and back to the two of your nearly dressed forms.

  Finn Snickers quietly and it hits you, Finn’s sheets are red. These are plaid. You look up to meet Aj’s gaze once more, your cheeks turning as red as the afore mentioned sheets. Just as you are about to try to apologize, Finn speaks.

  “Sorry man, ya know how it is sometimes…Ya just can’t quite make it ta yar own bunk..”

My astronomy professor came in today in tears because of last night. He just sat down in one of the chairs with us for a bit and just said “everything you know to be scientific fact will be challenged for the next 4 years. You came here in the pursuit of science, the pursuit of knowledge, and what’s happening out there is terrifying. All of you with me today that are minorities, women, LGBT, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I see a couple of you stayed home today and I understand. There are dark days ahead of us, today especially, and I’m sorry. All I can give you right now is that this room is safe. My office is safe. And I’m so sorry that all that I can give you.” And even after collecting himself he could barely get through the hour.

  • me on a date: so what do you think of arya stark?
  • date: well, she's not unlike a sociopath on a quest for revenge...
  • me, shoving breadsticks into my purse: sorry i have to-
  • date: ...but i really think she's just going down a dark path, and that a reunion with some other characters, like gendry, will help her find peace.
  • me, slowly returning breadsticks: go on

Derek x Reader

Requested by Anon

“Derek!” You called out and skipped into his loft. “Derek, puppy!” You sang and flopped onto his bed.

“I’ll be a second.” Derek yelled from somewhere, sounding furious and you wondered if Erica had cut up on of his shirts again.

“But I’m bored and the internet people cut off my Wi-Fi and you don’t have any… come on puppy play with me.” You wailed playfully and a chuckle from across the room made you jump up.

“I’m not a puppy but I could play with you.” The man drawled and you stared wide eyed, glancing around for Derek.

“Sorry dude I’m kind of a puppy snob, I like mine tall buffed out and brooding… dark haired kind of scruffy beard and totally has the Stilinski shut up or I’m a chomp on you look, down.” You gave the man a lopsided smile and tried to shuffled towards the door but your back pressed against something hard and warm.

“You called for me?” He grumbled as you looked up at him, having to arch your back to do so.

“I call you by name but you don’t answer, give a glowing physical description and you pop up faster than the devil.” You frowned and he glanced at the man across the room.

“Peter why’re you still here?” Derek huffed. “He crashed his car when he was trying to run someone over.”

“So, is he like evil or something?” You asked carefully.

“Oh, he is a terrible human being and should not be trusted but as a werewolf…” Derek trailed off and moved you towards the door. “He’s respectable, but, ya’ know, a little bit dodgy.” 

You glanced at Peter who waved at you from across the penthouse then up at Derek who wanted you to get away from Peter as fast as you could “Do you think he crashed the car on purpose?" You whispered.

“He was on the sixth floor of a mall so unless he’s a really bad driver…” Derek sighed and you turned back now utterly curious.

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Imagine being Neville’s older sister and the twins having a crush on you

Written by: Head Honcho ~ Zoe

“I didn’t know you wore those, Neville.” Fred smirks as he holds up a silk bra. George laughs at the blushing dark haired student.

“I think Grandma accidentally switched out packages again, Nev.” You sigh as you set down the box of boxer, packets of seeds, and other things.

“I think so.” Your younger brother shyly nods, dropping the garment and quickly putting the lid back on it.

“Next time I think she should label it before she closes it.” You smile down at him, he quickly nods without making eye contact. “Sorry for mortifying you, kid.” You ruffle his hair.

“Not the first time.” He mumbles, you frown.

“Well,” You let out a deep breath. “I’ll make it up to you at Hogsmeade this weekend then, yeah?” You send him a hopeful smile.

“You don’t have to–”

“I want to.” You cut him off. “This is the fifth time this year alone that Grandma sent you my knickers.” You remind. “The least I can do is buy you something from Zonko’s or Honeydukes for the embarrassment I have caused you.”

“Alright.” He nods.

“Fantastic.” You set a hand on his jaw and lean down to peck his cheek. “See you later, bud.”

“Cya.” He sends you a tight-lip smile as you walk back down the aisle. Once he sees you sit back down by your friends, he turns back to the twins. “What?” He questions noticing how their eyes are wide and their jaws are dropped.

“You didn’t tell us that your sister is the hottest girl in school.” George leans forward and whispers to him.

“She’s absolutely peg, man.” Fred gapes.

“I didn’t know I was obligated to inform you guys on that.” Neville admits, absent-mindedly shifting through the different things in his care package.

“Of course you were.” Fred demands.

“We’ve had a crush on (Y/N) since we saw her on the Hogwarts express first year.” George informs, Neville shrugs.

“It’s not my fault that neither of you have manned up and asked her out yet.” He deadpans, reading the label on one of the seed packets.

The gingers’ eyebrows shoot up at the usual shy boy’s bold statement… but they both give each other a sad look knowing that Neville is right.

the signs as lyrics from popular 80′s songs


Out along the edges
Always where I burn to be
The further on the edge
The hotter the intensity

-Danger zone by Kenny Logins


I ain’t nothing but tired
Man I’m just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help

-Dancing in the dark by Bruce Springsteen


I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes

-Boys Don’t Cry by The Cure


To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
And you’ll think love is to pray
But I’m sorry I don’t pray that way

-Tainted Love by Soft Cell


Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
I’ll never get enough

-Call Me by Blondie


You’re playing so cool, obeying every rule
Deep way down in your heart
You’re burning, yearning for the some-somebody to tell you
That life ain’t passing you by
I’m trying to tell you
It will if you don’t even try

-Footloose by Kenny Loggins


So swallow all your tears my love
And put on your new face
You can never win or lose
If you don’t run the race

-Love My Way by The Psychadelic Furs


Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love’s strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on

-Don’t You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds


If I looked all over the world
And there’s every type of girl
But your empty eyes
Seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself

-Dancing With Myself by Billy Idol


You work all your life, for that moment in time
It could come or pass you by
It’s a push shove world
But there’s always a chance
If the hunger stays the night

-Maniac by Michael Sembello


You keep your distance with a system of touch
And gentle persuasion
I’m lost in admiration, could I need you this much?
Oh, you’re wasting my time
You’re just, just, just wasting time

-Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears


It’s my own desire, it’s my own remorse
Help me to decide, help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever

-Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears For Fears

At age 11 Sirius and Remus laid in their beds across from each other in the dorm. They stayed up later than the others and had their own private conversations. They let their words drift through the late night air because some things are easier said in the comfort of the dark.

At age 12 Sirius and Remus begin to sneak down to the common room late at night to have their private late night conversations face to face by the warmth of the fire. They sit at opposite ends of the couch and confess their private feelings.

At age 13 a nervous Remus confesses that he’s never kissed anyone and immediately after Sirius kisses him. “Who better for a first kiss than your best mate right?” but Remus goes to bed that night secretly wishing for another.

At age 14 Sirius confesses to Remus that he’s gay. He confesses as much to himself as to Remus. Remus tells him that he loves him just the same and gives him a hug. Sirius is relieved. The boys begin to sit closer on the couch.

At age 15 the boys begin to share a blanket on the couch. Sitting close with it wrapped around their shoulders. One night Remus begins to drift off to sleep. Sirius kisses him gently on the forehead. Remus doesn’t bring it up in the morning.

At age 16 the boys kiss again. Remus initiates it. Sirius was in the middle of talking about being worried for the next quidditch match and Remus reached forward and kissed him. He just couldn’t resist it any more.

At age 17 the boys have their late night conversations in Remus’s bed. Remus rests his head on Sirius’s chest. They share late night kisses and wake up tangled in each other.

Southern Gothic

It’s always dark and cold inside, the heat outside feels like kiss from the sun itself. You see windows but light doesn’t come through them. The sun is out isn’t? 

A hurricane is coming again, one always is. The buildings are dark inside, the only light comes from the exit signs. You stick to the light they provide, people are….different during hurricanes. You’re unsure if that shadow you saw may have been someone you know, you don’t investigate.

You sit down in a small diner, the waitress keeps bringing you sweet tea. You sip each one, they taste the way your neighbors used to smell…

You go to the beach with your friends but you dare not go in the water. It’s too blue, too inviting. Your friend goes in anyways, they say they see something. “It’s so close, I’ll be right back.” Your friend doesn’t come back up.

Small children are running around outside on the bare asphalt, the scorching sun making the air humid and hot. The children never seem to sweat, they just keep playing. Their smiles too wide, their feet unburned. They look at you, you shiver.

Were those gunshots or fireworks? You sit and listen, the sound doesn’t stop, it gets louder. When did it get this late? Where are the stars?

You see something scurry across the room from the corner of your room, “an insect,” you tell yourself. There are many insects here, your floor is now a writhing black mass, “an insect,” you tell yourself.

You cut the grass yesterday, today it is knee height. Did you cut the grass?

Your neighborhood has had the woods by the road cleared out. You manage to drive 30ft before hitting a deer. You get out the car to check on the deer. It’s not there anymore, you attempt to clean your car of the blood, it doesn’t come off.

The priest in church only ask one question “The end is near, is your soul saved?” You’ve been going twice a week all your life, is your soul saved? You wake up in the middle of the night “Is your soul saved?” is written with crosses on your wall. You flinch.

Everyone in your town drinks, it smells like gasoline. You dare not question it. You see a bush fire, the smell of alcohol? gasoline? still on your breath, you step a little bit closer.

Someone asks where you got your tattoos, you say you don’t remember. You look back at old photos, you didn’t always have these tattoos right? You look down from the photos to see your hands etching away at your skin. You look away and immediately forget.

You wake up every morning with bruises and cuts on your skin. You don’t question it but sometimes, when you’re walking down the street, out of the corner of your eye you see a girl holding a doll that looks a little too like you.

The fireflies come every summer, luring the townsfolk in with their quaint bright lights. The people keep them in their homes, take them to church, give them to their children. The townspeople get paler and thinner, their eyes sunken in and skin cold the longer they keep the fireflies. You wonder which will die first, the town or the fireflies.

At Arm’s Length (Bucky x Reader)

200 followers?! You guys are so amazing! I didn’t cry.. what. 

Anyways… Got an adorable request for a Bucky x Reader! Sorry it’s late! Hope you guys like it!(:


Bucky shifted uncomfortably in his seat, rubbing his slightly shaking hands down the front of his dark wash blue jeans and lightly clearing his throat as he tried to sink into the plush cushions of the sofa he was currently sitting on. After two months of living in Avengers Tower Bucky had finally mustered up the courage to attend one of the teams weekly movie nights, and he was already beginning to regret it. 

The rest of the team looked fully at ease as they were scattered around the large living area passing around large bowls of popcorn, sipping on beer, and laughing with ease as they relaxed around their friends. Bucky swallowed thickly as he watched the team with wanting eyes. He wished he could relax like that. Let his guard down and rely on his teammates as friends instead of people simply stopping him from being the monster he truly was. 

But instead Bucky felt like he was looking at them all through the glass window of a swanky store. Seeing something he wanted with all his heart, but was never going to be able to afford himself. No matter how many missions he went on without a hitch, no matter how many training sessions he made it through without losing control, no matter how many dinners he sat through with a clear mind knowing he was safe… Bucky could never truly trust himself around these precious few who had welcomed him in with open arms, inviting smiles, and trusting hearts.

Bucky clenched his jaw and was about to stand up and storm off to his room when he was suddenly stopped by the weight of a pair of legs being thrown over his and a head propping itself lightly onto his left shoulder. 

Bucky tensed as he quickly inhaled through his nose, immediately placing the sweet scent that was tickling his senses. It was her. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). An assassin trained by the Black Widow herself, but (Y/N) had an advantage. She could read and manipulate people’s emotions which made her an indispensable asset on undercover missions. It also meant she was an extremely touchy feely kind of person. 

After spending all day manipulating and feeling other peoples emotions (Y/N) loved nothing more than to relax by getting as close as possible to people who radiated pure emotions. And ever since he moved into the Tower Bucky had been her go-to. From putting their chairs as close as possible during meals and mission briefings to practically climbing onto his lap whenever he graced the rest of the team with his presence in the living room (Y/N) always seemed to be getting into Bucky’s personal space. 

Bucky usually just pushed her gently to the side. Tried to put distance between himself and the beautiful fragile women he had grown to care for more than anyone else on the team. She was so pure and so trusting and he just couldn’t let her get close to him when he knew what he was capable of doing to her.

But damn if those few seconds when she dared to get close weren’t Bucky’s favorite. He could pretend for a few seconds that he could be normal and that everything could be okay. He could cherish her smooth skin against his. Feel the heat radiating off of another human. He could melt into the trust that rolled off of the deadly assassin like waves. But then he would remember. He would snap back into reality where she was too good to be tainted by him and he would do what he’s been doing to everyone else for months now. He would push her away, slowly breaking both their hearts in the process. 

Today would have been no different as Bucky gently picked her up and placed her on to other side of the couch, but instead of giving him a gentle and understanding smile as she usually did (Y/N) stood up and walked to the other side of the living room throwing herself onto someone else’s lap. Steve’s lap.

Steve automatically wrapped one of his strong arms around his friend as he could (quite literally) feel her radiating sadness. Steve looked down to ask her what was wrong but she simply tucked her face further into his chest. This only confused the super soldier more before he caught the murderous stormy grey gaze of his best friend across the room. 

Everyone knew how Bucky and (Y/N) felt about each other. Her always snuggling up close and him always watching her with protective eyes. It was cute, if not infuriating. And it was something Steve definitely did not want to be in the middle of

Everyone else around the room had quieted down as they could feel the tension simmering between the two friends over the curled up assassin who looked close to tears in Steve’s lap. The only sounds to be heard were the voices of the buddy cops bickering on the TV screen. 

Steve swallowed as he slowly lifted his arm from (Y/N)’s frame and looked around the room for backup from his other teammates. Everyone else, however, simply shook their heads or looked away, knowing full well Bucky’s feelings for the women currently comforting herself in Steve’s embrace, and did not want to get involved.

Bucky stood up from his end of the couch and walked over to the recliner Steve was sitting in. The rest of the Avengers watched with baited breath, wow this was better than the movie, as Bucky stood towering over his best friend who looked too stunned to speak. Bucky’s fists were clenched so hard Steve was afraid his metal hand would dent, but before he could think about that any further Bucky hastily, but gently, picked up (Y/N) from Steve’s arms and held her close to his chest. 

(Y/N)’s head snapped up to look at Bucky, but he wasn’t looking at her. Instead his gaze was set ahead as he carried her back to his previous spot on the couch and clutched her closer to his body, not allowing her to move. 

“Buck?” (Y/N) looked at the soldier with confused eyes. He had been avoiding her for months and now he was holding her like she was his life line and if he let go he was going to waste away (something Bucky wasn’t entirely too sure wouldn’t happen). 

Her breath caught as Bucky finally looked her in the eyes. His eyes looked so vulnerable she couldn’t speak.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky whispered back, voice raspy, trying not to break. 

“Why?” (Y/N) couldn’t figure out why Bucky would need to apologize. She was the one who had been pushing his boundaries, forcing him into positions he might not be comfortable with. 

“For keeping you at arms length when all I’ve wanted is to hold you close.” It wasn’t clear who moved in first, but somehow their lips became connected and didn’t separate until a loud “Finally!” rang throughout the room.

(Y/N) and Bucky broke apart quickly, blushes gracing their faces before Bucky picks her up once again and starts walking out of the room away from their nosy teammates. “I think we’ve wasted enough time already, doll.”


Steve blew the silver whistle hanging from his mouth signaling the newest recruits to take a quick break. They all collapsed on the training room ground, chugging from their water bottles and looking around as the superheroes around the gym trained with ease.

“Dude is that the Winter Soldier?” 

“Better yet is that Inclination…cuddling into his side?!” 

All the recruits looked on with wide eyes as (Y/N) hugged Bucky around the waist as he paused between sets of pull ups and gave him a quick peck on the lips before he pulled her closer and rubbed his nose against hers as she giggled.

“How long does it take before I can do that?”

Steve laughed as he over heard the recruits and stopped them from getting too much further into their fantasies. “I wouldn’t try. Touch Buck and you’ll get ripped to shreds, not even I can save you.”

Clint gave a shiver as he walked by and added, “Touch (Y/N) and even God can’t save you.”


Oh golly geez! I am so sorry this took so long and the end is kinda awkward! My family decided to build/move into a new house so I’ve been kind of busy with that but… I hope you liked it!

As always Requests, Ships, and Preferences are OPEN!