but for now it looks all right

I mean, all his selfies already look sad AF and he’s mostly miserable in them….but the selfie tonight is next level sad. He looks so fucking unhappy. 

This is probably the worst sad selfie yet…in a sea of sad selfies. Think about that. 

In the context of him posting this while supposedly being on a romantic holiday away with his gf, this is extremely ironic and pointed. Shouldn’t he be the happiest and all loved up right now? 

I’d be laughing if I didn’t feel so heartbroken for Louis and him having to go through this stunt again. 

Old Friends (7/7)

this is it guys !  I hope you guys like it ! xoxo

Summary: y/n and Sam Wilson have been neighbors since she moved to NewYork . When Sam started being an avenger they drifted, just random texts or calls . That was until the events between Steve, Bucky and Tony.  Things are all cleared now, everyone is back at the tower and/or avengers facility, including Bucky. But what happens when the reader shows up at the facility looking for Sam?

Pairings: Sam Wilson x reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x reader

Warnings: smut, violence, angst, swearing


  You slowly open your eyes and are met with brown eyes staring right back at you. You let out a groan and try to move, but you realize you’re strapped down to a medical table.The last thing you remember is being wheeled into what looked like a science lab. It was pristine white and looked like your old dentist’s office. There was a side tray filled with different medical tools, a tank with a mask attached, and a bright hanging light over it. You were wheeled under the light and the mask was placed over your face, then everything went black.

 "What the hell did you do to me?“ Your voice was raspy; you assume you’ve been out a while.

 "Well Kitten, we took care of some of your injuries from the crash. You’re welcome.” His voice was calm but arrogant at the same time.

 "Don’t fucking call me that. Wait until I get out of here, Rumlow. I swear to God I will kill you.“ You push against the restraints but they don’t budge. Your eyes still feel heavy and your body is ridden with exhaustion. You know you need to fight back and buy yourself some time.

 "Awh, I thought you like being called Kitten, it seems like it when Barnes says it.” A smirk plays on his lips, and you send him a glare.

How the fuck would he know that!?

  “Don’t you want to know how I know that? Or how I knew the jet was leaving the tower, with you in it?”

  You roll your eyes, “Well I feel like you’re going to tell me any way, but go ahead, enlighten me.“

  He moves himself so he’s leaning his elbow against the table above your head. He twirls a piece of your hair as he starts speaking, "I had some friends that made an appearance at Stark’s party you attended not too long ago. They left behind some very advanced presents in the tower.” Son of a bitch. How did Tony not know he got bugged? “So you see, I’ve witnessed a lot. I saw you and Barnes on the balcony, I’ve seen the team watch movies. I’ve seen everything.” His tone is hard now, but he’s still twirling your hair while he just looks at you .

 "So you’re Ross’s bitch now? You needed an upgrade since Pierce is six feet under, huh?  How are you even alive? Didn’t Wanda blow your sorry ass to pieces? And what’s with  the arm? I hate to break it to you, but it looks way better on Buck.“ You let out a tight laugh. He moves and leans back in his chair.

"So many questions darling. I guess I can tell you before the fun starts. He pauses to wink at you. Fucking Hell. What a sick bastard.

  "I am no one’s bitch, you were a threat to exposing Hydra’s new order, so you have to be dealt with. Never underestimate Hydra; the man Wanda killed was an agent that was manipulated to mimic my appearance. A few minutes with a blowtorch, and he looked like the one that was smashed under a building. Thanks to Hydra, my face was 90% healed, only thing I lost under that damn building was my arm.” He wiggles his metal fingers at you, you feel a wave of nausea hit you like a truck.

 "Oh honey, it’ll be okay. I’ll take care of you better than the soldier ever could. After all, I am his replacement.“ Of course they made a new soldier, how the fuck did no one find out about this?

 "Oh please, you will never hold a candle to Barnes, in his soldier days or now. He will always be better than you. Where are we now? You think the team won’t find me wherever you’ve hidden me?”

  He releases an evil laugh and he runs his fingers on the side of your face, caressing it. “They won’t find you Kitten. We are at an unmarked base in Australia,. No one’s going to look for you here. You’re stuck with me now, Y/n.” Of fucking course, I’ve always wanted to go to Australia, and now that I’m here I’m stuck with Hydra. You’ve got to be kidding me. This just proves that everything in Australia is deadly.

 The door to the lab swings open and a man in a lab coat walks in holding a laptop. He sets it on the table in front of you and Rumlow and pulls open the computer, starting the webcam up. You can see yourself; you had been changed into scrubs, and have a nasty cut across your cheek and your body is littered in bruises and cuts. You don’t see anything majorly wrong with you, so you look over to Brock.

  “What’s with the webcam? Thinking of starting your own video series? How to become  a douchey Scumbag, by Brock Rumlow.” You snort at yourself, but Rumlow doesn’t look amused. He leans toward you, taking your jaw in his metal hand and squeezing it tightly.

“Watch yourself Princess, I don’t want to have to start the show without my audience.”   What the fresh Hell is he talking about, an audience? He’s got more screws loose than Ultron. He releases your jaw, and returns to his seat next to your medical table. He pushes a tray out from behind him that you didn’t see before. You catch a glimpse of what it contains, and take in a sharp breath. It was filled with a variety of different, sharp blades. I’m screwed.

  “You really are just a ball of attitude. I don’t know how they deal with you. We’re going to make a little call to your friends in New York. Let them suffer a little.” This is perfect, if I can give them any sort of hint of where I am they’ll find me.

  You think about anything that could hint at Australia without letting Brock know what you’re doing. You come up blank; there’s nothing you can do to save yourself. I’m going to die here, awesome. I didn’t even get to fuck Barnes yet, what a cruel way to go.

 Rumlow makes his way to the computer, speaking with one of the men that came in. Another man walks in, wheeling a different cart. You can’t really tell what it is, but just assume it’s bad.

 "Did you find a way to get into the Starks receiver?“

  One of them nods, and hits the call button. Before you know it, Tony’s face appears on the screen.

 "TONY!” You start to yell, but Brock turns to you and, without warning, swings his metal hand onto your cut cheek. You can feel blood start to come out of the corner of your mouth, you spit the blood on the floor and laugh.

 "You hit like a bitch.“

 "This is going to be fun.” Brock laughs before he turns to face the camera. While Brock was dealing with you, Tony must have called the team over to him. You start to squirm on the table when you realize they can all see you.

 "Surprise surprise, Avengers. Couldn’t get rid of me that easy. Y/n, aren’t you going to say hi to your friends?“ You look straight in the camera and smile as you open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off.


 "Be careful what you say, Kitten.” You see Bucky storm closer to the camera.

“Rumlow, I swear, I will find you. And when I do, you can’t imagine what I’ll do to you.” Well, now I know he’s even hot when he’s pissed. Can he just have one moment where he’s ugly? Jesus.His voice is music to your ears. Rumlow moves to the laptop, canceling out the audio on your end. You can’t hear what they are saying, but can see their mouths going.

 "They can still hear you sweetheart, say hello.“

  You look to the camera and you force the tears down, but don’t speak. Brock faces you again and drives a hard punch at your eye. You let out a sob, still keeping your silence.

  "Seems like someone’s a little camera shy. Maybe I should break her in, don’t you think?” Rumlow is sporting a sick grin as he moves to the newer cart that was wheeled in. He takes four little round pads off the top that are attached to a bunch of wires. It takes you a minute to figure out what it is, but as soon as he’s attached them to your temples and your chest, you know what they are. If I make it out of this, I swear I’m going to kill him 20 different fucking ways.

 He moves in front of the camera and smiles, waving the remote in his hand. Before you know it, you feel mind numbing pain shooting through every inch of you. You can’t contain the scream that ripples through you.

 "Keep talking to them. Now,“ he instructs, and you comply.  

 You let out a small sob. "Guys, I can’t hear you, but it’ll be okay.” Another lighter shock makes its way through you. "Do me a favor, whatever happens to me, know it’s not your fault. It’s this dickbag’s fault.” Instead of a shock, you feel one of the blades being shoved under your collarbone.

  Another shriek falls out of your mouth. You try to focus on the computer instead of on the pain. You look and only see Bucky staring at you with what you can only describe as pure rage. You take in his surroundings, noticing seats in the background. Not just any seats though, seats with safety belts.

 Are they on the jet? THEY KNOW WHERE I AM.  A smile spreads across your face and you start laughing like a jackal. Rumlow sends another volt of electricity through you, stronger than the others. It makes your muscles lock up around your entire body, along with the feeling of pins and needles at your extremities. After a minute, you start to laugh again, making Brock come at you delivering blow after blow to your torso. You’re holding on to your consciousness, barely though. You keep laughing and it’s driving him insane.

 "You’re one crazy bitch, you know that?“

"And you’re one ugly, stupid son of a bitch, you know that?”

  He shoves his finger into the opening in your arm from the blade. You cry out, letting the tears pour down your cheeks. A smug grin makes its way to his face. You move your focus to the computer, only to notice none of the team is on the screen. Please for the love of God, be here.

  You hear Brock click the button on the remote, sending what feels like the highest volt of power through you yet.You can feel blood start dripping out of your nose from that one. After that, time starts to blur together. He stops with the shocks and starts with the blades again. He rips open the scrub top you are wearing and begins dragging the blade lightly over your abdomen and chest. Not deep enough for you to bleed to death, but painful all the same. He decides that the pain must not be high enough, because he pours some type of alcohol onto the wounds. You start screaming and pushing against your restraints until they start cutting into your body from the resistance.

Maybe they aren’t coming for me. This is how I’m going to die. Alone and in pain, at the hands of Hydra.

  Brock puts down the tools down and runs his fingers down the lines of you jaw. “What a shame, such a pretty face wasted on Barnes.”

“Go to Hell, Rumlow,” you mutter. “When they find you, you’re going to wish you died under that damn building.”

“Now that’s a little rude. You’d be dead if it wasn’t for me.” You let out a dry laugh. He twirls your hair in his fingers like before and adds, “Ross ordered a hit to kill you, not bring you in. I took it into my own hands to keep you alive and play a little bit. You’re going to made a great addition to Hydra, Kitten.”

 "Stop fucking calling me that, you psychotic asshat. I’m not your Kitten, and I’m not a Hydra agent, and I’ll never be one. Only bastards like you think what Hydra does is good. Don’t you think Ross is going to be a little peeved that you disregarded a direct order, bitch boy?“  You hear him growl and see him reach for the biggest blade on the stand. Way to go Y/n, you’re not suppose to poke the damn bear. Oh well.

Originally posted by sikanapanele


Before he could reach you, the room lights up red and an alarm blares.

  "Well that’s fucking annoying. Looks like you have company, bitch boy.” Please be them.

  He leaves the room. You don’t know how long he’s gone, but the alarm’s still screeching and the red light is starting to hurt your eyes. You hear the door open, assuming its Rumlow you laugh.

  “Good to see you still have sense of humor, Doll.” The voice doesn’t belong to Rumlow. Tears start running down your face at the sound. Bucky? Oh my god.

“Buck?” Your voice is quiet. You turn your head to see him. Please don’t be a dream.

  “It’s me, Y/n. Let’s get you out of here.” He makes his way towards you, grabbing a blade off the stand, and starts cutting your restraints. You try not to wince when the blade gets close to you, but he notices anyway. He puts a hand on your cheek lightly, “Doll, I promise that I’ll protect you and get you home.” He speaks into his comms, alerting the team he has you.

When you look up, you see Rumlow sneaking in behind him.

Your eyes widen as you shout, “Buck behind you!”

  Rumlow grabs him in a headlock, pulling him to the ground. You start trying to rip through the last of the restraints at your feet. You can hear fighting outside in the halls, and the echo of what you assume to be a shield bouncing off something. I can’t believe they found me.

  You look up to see Bucky and Rumlow in hand-to-hand combat . It looks like Bucky’s winning right now. You see him throw a set of punches at Brock, knocking him back a couple of feet. Rumlow pulls out his pistol, but Bucky knocks it out of his grip before he can shoot, sending it to the floor a couple feet away from you. Before you think of what you’re doing, you grab a blade and use what energy you have left to dive to the floor for the gun. Neither of the men notice your actions, as locked in battle as they are. Rumlow has the upper hand when you look back up. He has Barnes against the wall, his metal hand wrapped around his throat. You can see Bucky struggling, so you lunge forward. You jam the blade into Rumlow’s side. You immediately lift the gun, aiming it straight for Rumlow’s head.

  You see his shoulder start to shake, and realize he’s laughing. He drops Bucky to the ground, and Bucky starts coughing as he attempts to breathe again.

  Rumlow starts to speak as he turn around, “You dumb bitch! You think stabbing me will stop me?”

 As he turns fully towards you, you smile. “No, but this will.”

  You send four shots his way before he can even take a step towards you. Two make it into the left side of his chest, one on his right, and the last lucky shot in between his eyes. Thank God for the nerf gun wars with Sammy. His body falls to the floor with a thud. Bucky’s head snaps up to look at you. Even after you see the blood leaking out of Rumlow’s body, you get closer and release the rest of the clip into his body. You don’t realize you’re still pulling the trigger after it’s empty, until Bucky slowly takes the gun away from you. Your eyes are wide, and you’re shaking uncontrollably. Your knees give out, but Bucky catches you before you can hit the ground. You didn’t notice when Steve came in the room, nor do you know how much he saw. He looks beaten up, but you’ve see him worse. He sends you a relieved smile before Bucky asks him to take care of Rumlow while he carries you back to the jet.

 You sit on the jet with an IV attached to your uninjured arm, with the arm that was stabbed sitting in a sling. You feel like shit. The team has stayed silent since the quinjet took off. Bucky’s next to you, with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. It feels like it’s been hours, yet no one has said anything since he carried you on to the jet. 

 "How did you find me?“ Your voice sounds normal, and you distantly wonder if you’re in shock. Everyone turns to you, but it’s Tony who answers.

  "You remember those diamond earrings I bought you when you first moved in?” You nod. You haven’t taken those off since he gave them to you. But you’re not understanding why he’s asking.

 "Well…those may or may not have been tracking devices so I could see where you went when you leave the tower. Better safe than sorry, right?“ Your eyes fill with tears. You let the blanket fall off your shoulder as you push yourself up and stumble towards Tony. You throw your good arm around him, ignoring the pain, and sob into his shoulder.

  "I have never loved you more for being a creep than I do right now, Anthony Stark.” The team erupts in a fit of awkward laughter, and you join in. You make your way to every member of the team, awkwardly hugging them and thanking them. When you get to Sam, you pull him into as tight of a hug as you can. You let the tears you’ve been holding in pour out.

 "I thought I’d never see you again, Sammy.“ You sniffle and pull away from him a little.

      A couple tears make their way down his face. "You really thought Barnes or I were going to let that happen? Listen, you’re tough, but we’re the superheroes. But I guess it was impressive, for a civilian.” You roll your eyes and let out a snort of amusement. You grab Sam’s ear and tug on it hard. He lets out groan, and you hear everyone try to stifle their laughs.

  “Call me a civilian in that tone again, and I will shove your wings down your beak, Bird Boy. Did you forget who used to win all our nerf gun wars at the apartment? I’m surprised you don’t have a permanent dart indent on your forehead from those days.” He grumbles and shoos you away. Before you walk away from him, you lean up and plant a gentle kiss on his cheek.

  You go back to your seat by Bucky and take his hand in yours. You feel his eyes on you, but you don’t look his way.

  “You know Doll, you just kissed Sam before you kissed me.” You feel a blush blossom across your cheeks. Damn it, Bucky.  You turn to him, touching his cheek gently as he leans closer, pushing his lips against yours. It was a tender kiss, but you know if you don’t pull away, you’ll want it to be more. You know this isn’t the time or place for that, and honestly you’re body is already fighting not to give into the pain and exhaustion, so you pull yourself away.

  “Thank you for saving me, James,” you whisper. You don’t think anyone else heard you, but of course Tony did and just has to make a comment on it.

“Well technically I saved you too… I’ll take my kiss now.” He puckers his lips, so you decide he deserves at least a kiss on the cheek. Before you get to him, Clint cuts in.

“Technically she saved herself. She’s the one who killed Rumlow.” Oh yeah, I did that. Go me !

  You stop in your tracks, letting out a small laugh. Tony looks a little defeated while Bucky just has a proud grin on his face.

“What can I say? My girl’s a fighter.” Everyone laughs and agrees.

“Who said I’m your girl, Barnes?” You stick your one hand on your hip and glance at him. You hear a series of “ooohss” and “Damns ” from the team. He blushes and sends you a wink.

 "Who would say no to this?“ He points to his smile and body, making you roll your eyes even further into the back on your head.

  What a cheeky bastard. You walk in front of him, and sit yourself in his lap, his arms gently snaking around your waist. You smile down at him and wrap your arm around him, ignoring the pain in your torso, and place a kiss on his nose before you rest your head against his. You end up falling asleep for the rest of the ride home, cradled in his arms on his lap.


It was a couple hours before you made it back to the tower. As soon as you do, you get set in a wheelchair (this time you don’t bothering arguing against it) and pushed by Bucky down to the MedBay. When you get in, Helen is already prepared for you. 

   Helen walks over to you. "We have to stop meeting like this, Y/n.” You laugh and hug her tightly, albeit awkwardly. You can tell it catches her off guard, but she hugs you back tightly. “Come on, we have to do brain and heart scans to see if the electric shocks caused any serious damage. The we can take a look at the other wounds” You gesture for her to lead the way and Bucky pushes you in the right direction.

  After all the tests are done and everything is patched up, Helen fills you in on the results.

   “There doesn’t seem to be too much trauma. Your body had time to relax and slightly repair itself between the time the of the shocks, which helped to avoid too much serious nerve damage. And although it must of caused immense pain at the time, it doesn’t appear that Rumlow used that high of shocks on you. It’s a torture method common in Hydra for when they want to keep someone alive but still inflict pain. Your body was so exhausted that it intensified the pain of the shocks it endured.”  You’re surprised, you could have sworn the shocks were worse, but what Helen says makes sense.  Before you reply to her,  Bucky comes back into the room.

“Is she ready to go, Doc?” He asks. You manage to get up and head towards him, lacing your fingers with his when you get to him. Helen nods, and Bucky helps you to the elevator. You keep trying to rush there, but Bucky forces you to slow down. When the elevator doors shut, he chuckles.

   "A little impatient, Doll?”  Oh Barnes, you’ve got no idea what’s coming.

   You pull the emergency stop on the elevator, and turn to him. You ignore the pain in your body, and use your one hand to shove him against the back wall of the elevator. His eyes go wider than you’ve ever seen, and you just send him a sweet smile before pouncing on him. You close the space between your bodies, leaning up you run your hand up from his chest and into his hair. You can see his lips start to part, and you make your move. You push yourself up and crash your lips to his. It becomes a hungry, heated kiss. And you couldn’t be fucking happier.

Originally posted by andreipratzs

  Bucky gains the upper hand and slides his hands to the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. You understand, and jump straight up. Your bodies are pressed together, as are your lips. You start move yourself against him,  the friction making the heat in your body intensify. You separate your lips so you both can breath. Bucky places you on your feet, and you pout at him. He lets out a chuckle and gives you a quick peck on the lips. His mouth makes its way to your neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark and then soothing the pain with a sweet kiss. He goes to slide his hands under your shirt, until he’s interrupted by Stark’s voice.

  “Listen, I know it’s been a while for you two, but some of us need the elevator for things other than sex, like ya know, transportation.” You groan and shove Bucky away. He rolls his eyes, and Tony’s voice blares through the speakers again.

  “We’re having a meeting in five minutes. Y/n, we need to know what Rumlow said while he had you. See you in the conference room, kids.”

  You restart the elevator and lean against the back wall next to Bucky. “How do we always get interrupted?” You ask. Exhaustion is starting to kick in both physically and mentally. You feel every ache in your body. Ugh, everything hurts now. The pain must be evident on your face because Bucky turns and lifts you bridal style again as the doors open.

You send him a questioning glare, he chuckles as a reply. “I’m assuming the reality of your injuries is setting in. Plus, you haven’t had a decent amount of sleep, so put that all together and you’re pretty much death walking. You were literally just slumped against the wall, Y/n.” You roll your eyes, but lean in and kiss his cheek. He blushes instantly, making you giggle.

“Don’t worry Sarg, when I’m healed I’ve got a hell of a night planned for us.” You wink, making him turn even redder. I can’t fucking wait.

  You both arrive at the conference room, and the meeting starts. You tell the team everything Rumlow said to you: about how he survived, Ross’s order, everything. When the meeting ends, Clint takes you back to Helen, suggesting she puts you in some cradle thing she created. You have no idea what it is, but you agree. You fell asleep before they even had the lid on it, but it really did help. Most of the cuts on your torso were gone, and you just had a little muscle soreness in your shoulder from the stab wound. What a life saver.  After that, you head straight to your bed and you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.


The next day, you spend time with the entire team. No one brings up Rumlow or Ross,  it’s just a simple day of relaxing. You start to wonder what’s going to happen to Ross, but when you asked Steve about earlier he told you not to worry, that it’s being taken care of. Whatever that means. By the end of the day, you’re exhausted again. You drag Bucky to bed with you. He lays down on your bed, but instead of laying next to him, you crawl over and straddle him.

   He raises an eyebrow. “What do you think you’re doing sweetheart?” He asks with a playful tone.

 You answer by smirking and giving him a wink. You trace the lines of his chest, then slide your hands under his shirt. You can feel his muscles tense under your hands as you feel your way around his body. You lean over, hovering your lips over his for a moment, before connecting them in a passionate kiss. The kiss starts of passionate from the start, your tongues moving with each other, but it doesn’t seem to be enough for either of you right now. You move from his lips down to his neck, kissing all the way until you reach his shirt. He leans up, removing his shirt, and you follow suit. Within seconds, you’re naked and on top of him, grinding your hips down onto his, still teasing him. He rolls you both over so he’s on top now.

"Teasing isn’t very nice, Y/n.” You look up at him and bite your lip. That sends him into overdrive .He dips his head and takes one of your nipples into his mouth while he gently massages the other breast with his hand. He switches off between the two, making you squirm and moan. You weave your hands in his hair, tugging on it

.He lets go of your nipple with a loud pop, and looks up at you.

  “Bucky please.” It comes out as a needy whisper. Your hair is splayed over your pillows and your lips are swollen and parted.

  “I think this is my new favorite view,” he mumbles as he moves his hand down between your legs, sliding his fingers into your folds. “Is all this for me doll?” You whimper and nod. He slides his fingers through again, then slowly enters one finger into you.

  You squirm, wanting more. “Bucky please! I can’t take it! Do something!”

  He chuckles and starts moving his finger faster, adding another finger, while his thumb circles your clit. By now, you’re arching your back into him, trying to move your hips faster. He slows his fingers down, then pulls them out. He opens his mouth to ask you something, but before he could say anything you beat him there.


 "I have a birth control implant, so stop teasing me already!“ It comes out more desperate than you want, but at this point you don’t care. 

  Bucky leans down, putting his lips to yours in a slow and passionate kiss. He begins gliding the tip of his cock back and forth through your folds. You’re about to start begging him again, but he guides his hard cock to your entrance.

  "Oh fuck,” you moan. “James…” He pushes his cock in slowly. You could feel it stretching you, and he waited a moment to adjust before starting to slowly thrust into you. It isn’t long before you’re begging him for more. He starts snapping his hips into you hard but slow, and you try to control the moans that slips out. You start moving your hips in sync with his. You can tell he’s trying to be careful, holding back so he doesn’t hurt you. But your wound so tightly, you need him to fucking you, not making love to you. That could happen later.

“I’m not going to break. Don’t hold back, Sergeant.” That must have set something off in him, because the gentleness is gone in seconds. He rolls over and you straddle him. You fully sink down onto his hard cock. Once you start bouncing and fucking yourself on his dick, every thought leaves your mind. You smirk down at him, placing your hands on his chest to keep yourself up. His hands are on your hips, holding you tight enough that you’re sure there will be bruises, as he guides you on his length.

  “Fuck Kitten, you look so good like this. You feel so good wrapped around me,” Bucky growls. He starts thrusting up into you as you ride him, hitting your g spot over and over. A loud moan rips its way out of you, and you start moving faster.

  He leans up, and starts swirling his tongue around your nipple a couple times before laying back down. He starts pounding into you, faster and harder than anything you’ve ever experienced. All that’s coming out of your mouth are whimpers. The pressure keeps building within you. All it takes is him snaking his hand down to rub your clit  to bring you right to the edge.

  You let out a loud moan. “Buck, I’m about to…”

  “Come for me, Doll.” He thrusts into you harder. Your vision clouds over as you reach your climax. You feel heat rush through your body and your heart hammers in your chest. You scream Bucky’s name and distantly hear him moan in response.

  “Oh God, Y/n, I’m going to cum.” You feel his muscles tense and he lets out a string of curses as he comes undone inside you.

 You both take a moment to breathe before you slowly pull yourself off him, and flop yourself face first back onto your bed.

  You can hear him chuckle, and you turn your body to face him.

  “I’m pretty surprised no one cockblocked us this time,” He says. You let out a laugh but,  before you can respond, Sam’s voice makes its way to you.

"Are you done now, Sergeant.” Oh my God, Sam.

  You start laughing hysterically, poor Bucky is as red as a tomato. Sam and Steve walk into the room, and Steve is almost as red as Buck. You hurry to cover yourself with a blanket, before bursting out laughing. Sam just wiggles his eyebrows at you before speaking.

  “Next time, put a fucking sock in the hallway or something. Warn a man, you animals. And get Stark to give you your own damn floor. I don’t need to see this.”

  You roll your eyes, ” Is there something you two needed? Or were you just coming for the show?“ You wink at Steve, he looks down at his feet. Bucky and Sam let out obnoxious laughs. Poor Steve, he’s too innocent to be friends with these two.

  "We just wanted to see if you guys are down for a movie night, but if you’re busy-”

You interrupt Steve before he can finish, “I love movie nights! We’re in.”

  They leave so you and Bucky can get yourselves ready. After you’re both dressed and on the elevator, Bucky slides his hand into yours.

“Hey Y/n?” His voice has a shy tone to it that surprises you. You’ve never really seen him be shy.

“Yeah Buck?”

“I love you.”

  You  feel your eyes go wide at what he said. You squeeze his hand, and let a shaky breath go while you try not to cry.

 "I love you too, James.“ You smile at one another before getting off the elevator to join your friends. You look out at the common room and see the group that’s become your family recently, and you can’t imagine life without them anymore. This is all I’ll ever need.

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Imagine: The look on Peter’s face when he sees you dressed up for the first time. 

You glided down the stairs with excitement, your heels in your hand as you went and stood in front of Peter. 

“You ready?” You asked. 

Peter usually has a quip at the ready, but right now he was speechless. 

After a few seconds all he could manage was, “Hi.” 

You couldn’t help but smile, knowing full well how nervous you were making him. So you slipped on your shoes, grabbed him by the hand, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

“Come on Petey, don’t want to be late!”

You dragged him out the door, Peter watching you with pure admiration in his eyes and the biggest grin on his face. 

i just cleared out my liked posts all the way from 2013 and let’s just say i’m never doing that again

i love cole a little too much and im so emotional right now because im constantly having a midlife crisis even tho im 17 because you never know when you’re going to die okay

i just love cole so much like me and my sister would watch suite life as kids and she liked dylan and i was cole and then on deck started and i was like yes cole grew up look at his beautiful face and then it ended and cole became a man and i was down for that, that is what i signed up for, and when he had his long hair i was like yes boo you rock it, you do you and hes so clever and articulate and he has such a creative and beautiful mind like wow that boy sees things no one else can and he can capture the delicacy in anything with his photography and seeing him on riverdale just helps me realise how he’s just my fave person.

A friendly reminder...

If you’re in a flashpoint or in a match, please remember to thank your healers. Thank your Operative/Sorcerer/Mercenary/Commando healers, thank your Mercys and Lucios and Anas and everyone else who saves your collective arses with heals and nano boosts.

And if you have a REALLY GOOD TANK, please thank them too. If they’re doing their jobs right (and not ‘accidentally’ sign up for a FP as a tank when they’re really DPS. Yes, I’m looking at you…), they keep the bosses off your collective arses and take the hits that might wipe you out. Thank the juggernauts/guardians/vanguards, the Reinhardts and their shields, and everyone who attracts all the big guys that could kill your collective arses in one blow. 

Yes, Sifa is salty right now. There’s a reason why most of my healers have re-speced to another discipline, and after getting 20K+ worth of damage on my jugg…there’s a good reason right now.

i’m not hard to love- it’s the act of loving others that i’ve never excelled at but maybe i’m figuring it out- right here, right now;

/ no worries here.

i was scared of heights until i found freedom in a birds eyes view. man, those treetops look even better from up here. {the clouds are whistling something about liberation.}

god didn’t answer my prayers until i was on the edge of giving up this war and all at once something put me at ease and in that moment, my strength was weak but it pulled through- as it always does.

i was terrified to grow up so i wrote about my childhood until i stumbled upon memories i had spent years trying to erase.

we do all these things in spite of ourselves because we’re scared. “scared of what?” -everything.

scared to die, scared to live, scared to love. so why not do it all at once? lets live a life of love so when we die we don’t have to be scared anymore.

{it’s 10:46 and as the storm unravels itself in stages, i’ve come to the realization that i’ve conquered my fears}

—  via @lorenashleigh

That selfie breaks my heart. How sad and tired he looks. Louis is brave, and strong, and soft, and full of life. And I see people tagging the selfie ‘sunshine boy’ ‘golden boy’ etc and it breaks my heart so much, because that is who he is. But he looks far from it at the moment. I hope he’s ok, I hope this is all an act that is leading to something good, because I can’t bear to see him in pain. 

We love you Louis, we’re here for you always, and I can’t wait to see you smile again <3

ok wait hold on i have something else to say!!! why was jimin putting so much force on jks neck like did he want jk to turn his face further but if he did that would’ve been a flat out kiss, AND UHHMMM. THAT WOULD HAVE ENDED AND STARTED EVERYTHING! also jin’s reacting was priceless like the fact that he was like “oh shit he really did that on camera in public FUCK, this kid has balls” and then how jimin walked back and forth like flustered but i also think he was thinking “man i did that shoooooootttt” and now we know why the don’t sit next to each other in the fansigns can you imagine we would be getting so much more jikook, but imagine what all we would get UYY UUYYYY. ALLLSSSSOOOOOO it looked like jimin kissed jungkooks jaw, not his own hand bc he didn’t move his head down far enough and it was like ok the end of jks jaw???? RIGHT, maybe i’m analyzing too much either way, I AM HAPPY AND VERY WELL FED

I am feeling better and better about myself
By each passing day I feel like I have made the right choices for myself
Because I have made choices for myself that were not based on anyone else’s opinion

My family have pointed out that I look so much more alive and happy now

And I agree
Because I feel a lot better
Even if I still have bad days
I feel better about the fact that it’s all gonna be okay

There’s no point in looking at it differently. If I was in Markus Eisenbichler’s shoes, I would be very sad that everyone around me keeps questioning the fairness of the notes I received after the landing. Please, think about what he must be feeling right now. The boy got a medal, reached his life success and all he listens to are doubts if all of this was deserved. Markus is a World Championship medallist, he deserved that, period. End of story.
— 

Kamil Stoch on speculations about Markus Eisenbichler’s notes in the normal hill competition at Lahti ski games, 2017

BOW DOWN&GIVE HIM HIS WELL-DESERVED CROWN

poukothenerd  asked:

Your writing gives me tingles so I couldn't resist the urge to submit a request on your Drabble Sunday :) Dean x reader with "forget I even asked you" and(/or) "fuck off. I mean it " loads of fluff if possible cause I'm just a sucker for fluffy shit. (All the sap)

Awww thank you so much!!!! 

Originally posted by era-pra-ser-poeta

“Alright, who’s ready for dinner?” You lugged the bags down the stairs, hoping you’d make it to the kitchen without dropping and breaking anything. 

“You said dinner?” Dean asked, appearing from the library, looking like a hungry bear. 

“I did. Now help me to the kitchen with these and you can help me make it.” 

“Make it?” 

“You do know there’s other food that doesn’t come out of a paper bag and contain oodles of saturated fat, right? That’s what kitchens are for you know?You know what, forget I even asked you.”

Dean grabbed a couple of the bags from one arm and followed you into the kitchen, grumbling as he did that it was just easier to go out and buy the already made food, then you didn’t have to wait to eat it. The man really could be so impatient. 

He followed your every order as you buzzed around the kitchen, grumbling as he did so, but you saw the look on his face, you knew he was enjoying himself far more than he would ever let on. 

It was cute to watch him chop the onions and carrots, cutting the beef into perfect cubes and lovingly placing them in the broth that was boiling on the stove. He took pride in your praise as he helped you roll the dough into perfect croissant shapes and place on the pan for dinner rolls. And you watched as he tasted the stew, sprinkling this or that spice in after smelling them, carefully tasting it after he stirred them in. 

And hour later, you called for Sammy as Dean set out plates, bowls, and cutlery on the table. 

“Dude, what is this?” Sam asked, sniffing the air as he entered his eyes falling shut as his olfactory senses were overwhelmed.

“Dinner Sammy, it’s dinner. We have a kitchen now.” 

“Yeah dude, I know, but you didn’t do this.” 

“Hey! I helped!” 

Sammy winked at you from over Dean’s head as you hefted the bowl of stew off the counter and made your way to the table. Sam took the bowl from you as Dean grabbed the rolls and sat next to you. 

Both boys gobbled dinner up like it was the first meal they’d had in years and the last they’d ever have, and you watched, smiling lovingly at this family you’d been adopted into. 

As they sat and argued over after dinner beers, you began to clean up the dishes, listening to the sounds of happiness around you, your hands buried in warm dishwater.

You were startled as Dean hugged you from behind, kissing your cheek. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He said, grabbing a towel and throwing one to Sam to help dry and put away clean dishes. 

You smiled at him, and for a moment, no monsters were chasing you and life was perfect. 


NO MORE PROMPTS PLEASE

If Harry Potter had Narration
  • Narrating Harry: I was so busy looking for those Horcruxes, I almost forgot the most important thing...
  • Actual Harry: *goes up to Draco before leaving to sacrifice himself*
  • Actual Draco: Potter, what are you-
  • Actual Harry: *kisses him* chose the right side Draco. Save them if I can't.
  • Narrating Harry: I had my own life to live before I ended it for them... for him.
  • Actual Harry: *turns to run down the stairs and into the forest to die*
  • Actual Draco: *grabs his wrist* *looks Harry in the eye* I will. I'm so sorry-
  • Actual Harry: Don't. All that matters is that you're on our side now. *takes wrist back* *runs down the stairs*
  • Narrating Draco: *to narrating Harry* And I made you proud, right?
  • Narrating Harry: *breathy laugh* yeah, you did

skepticalspectacles  asked:

I get people telling me I don't "look disabled" all the goddamn time and its fucking insufferable like good job me my pain isn't so bad right now so I can walk? I'm not having a mental breakdown and managed to put pants on??? Like what is ur point????? It's also annoying when ppl go through the usual "what do you do" and you feel like you need to give them an answer other than "I'm disabled" so they don't tell u ur a lazy pos

here’s a fun fact. many electronic medical records systems require an occupation. i always answer disabled because that is what i am. i don’t work at all. every time i go to my neurologist, the same receptionist says something along the lines of ‘i have disabled as occupation here but that’s not right, where do you work?’ and every time i have to tell her I am disabled and every time it is another little tiny ‘we’ll you don’t LOOK sick’ jab.

I honestly still have issues telling people in real life that I am disabled when the 'what do you do?’ question comes up when I meet people. I find myself first explaining what I USED to do and then saying I am now disabled because I don’t want them to think I’m lazy, especially since they probably already think I’m lazy because I’m fat.

I’m sorry you deal with this and I’m sending you good pain day vibes ~~~

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They’re finally here, after days of waiting for my package to arrive! The doujin by @chuuni will arrive in a couple of days, but for now, I’m satisfied with my doujins.

So, checking out Otaku Republic (the site where I bought all my Akeshu doujins), a number of them sold out pretty quickly. Protip for those buying Akeshu doujins: do it fast or they’ll vanish right in front of you.

Now, to savor the goods… >:)c

P.S.: I know that the photos look shitty since it’s late at night, plus I already placed the plastic protectors onto the doujins so that I don’t dirty it but it was too late when I realized that I wanted to post this up online. Oops… :P

EXO As Shit Game Grumps Said

Xiumin: Chen has been out of town, so in my calendar it says “Chen’s back” and we’re filming tomorrow, so I have to shave and I wrote down “shave” as well. But I guess they were too close to each other so it looked like “shave Chen’s back”. My friend saw it and was like “hmm what’s going on on Thursday?”

Suho: I’m gonna need some ketchup for all those harshbrowns you’re serving right now

Lay: I love. Fucking. Pickles…I don’t love fucking pickles, I just love pickles

Baekhyun: I’m always right. Except when I’m wrong…which is often

Chen: You can still have a sense of humor in the zombie apocalypse

Chanyeol: Have you ever woken up and been like “Shit! I need to be one percent more cool”?

D.O: Sometimes I look at your cat, and she looks at me with those big vacant eyes and I’m like “fucking get a job you free loading little bastard”

Kai: This is like The Ring and everyone who’s ever hated me punching me in the face in a room that I can’t get out of at the same time

Sehun: “You’re handsome” “I know. And thank you for noticing. I will not return the compliment”

Credit to grumpquoteoftheday for some of these quotes

my hair looks like shit today so all I have to say is to make sure you want a pixie cut forever when u cut ur hair or else u will suffer for many months as you grow it out like I have a mullet right now

GUYS. HELP. HEEELP. HECK.

do you ever get the feeling of being in love, but, it’s weird because you aren’t in love currently? like you can’t stop playing soft, love songs and almost crying because the feeling is so nice and pretty but? I am not in love. I feel this and yet to whom do all of these feelings go to. I don’t know. I feel that right now. and I can’t stop. I’m not even wishing for someone to love I just like the feeling of love but st the same time, right now, it’s suffocating because it goes to no one. dang. love is so soft and red and lovely and it feels like looking at the stars and or at a sunset when it’s at its peak. wow.

archmagenalgrum  asked:

Bruh or when people do the rules lawyer thing on you and then when something similar happens like that happens in your favor they break out the RAW vs RAI argument. Like dude are you serious right now? You just hit me with that bullshit and I let you have it.

Oh man. I had a guy try that shpiel on me one time. I busted out laughing at the blatant hypocrisy and said “All right, dude. Let’s call for adjudication then.” It was the only time I had ever called for adjudication in that store rather than just resolve things with agreeing to disagree/look it up later and let a die roll determine whose interpretation we’d implement in the moment. The store owner/judge of the event was appalled at the other guy tbh and wanted to cost him the round right there (he was also cheating a bit on movement) but I was confident I could beat him anyway so I said nah. I beat him anyway. I came in fourth overall and also won best painted and best sportsman.

Success, esteem, and a big ol’ smile while they sulk home with neither friends nor glory nor honor. That is the best revenge.