he is absolutely right

Violence, Abusers, and Protest

My grandfather was a generally peaceful man. He was a gardener, an EMT, a town selectman, and an all around fantastic person. He would give a friend - or a stranger - the shirt off his back if someone needed it. He also taught me some of the most important lessons I ever learned about violence, and why it needs to exist.


When I was five, my grandfather and grandmother discovered that my rear end and lower back were covered in purple striped bruises and wheals. They asked me why, and I told them that Tom, who was at that time my stepfather, had punished me. I don’t remember what he was punishing me for, but I remember the looks on their faces. 

When my mother and stepfather arrived, my grandmother took my mother into the other room. Then my grandfather took my stepfather into the hallway. He was out of my eye line, but I saw through the crack in the door on the hinge side. He slammed my stepfather against the wall so hard that the sheet rock buckled, and told him in low terms that if he ever touched me again they would never find his body. 

I absolutely believed that he would kill my stepfather, and I also believed that someone in the world thought my safety was worth killing for. 

In the next few years, he gave me a few important tips and pointers for dealing with abusers and bullies. He taught me that if someone is bringing violence to you, give it back to them as harshly as you can so they know that the only response they get is pain. He taught me that guns are used as scare tactics, and if you aren’t willing to accept responsibility for mortally wounding someone, you should never own one. He told me that if I ever had a gun aimed at me, I should accept the possibility of being shot and rush the person, or run away in a zig-zag so they couldn’t pick me off. He taught me how to break someone’s knee, how to hold a knife, and how to tell if someone is holding a gun with intent to kill. He was absolutely right, and he was one of the most peaceful people I’ve ever met. He was never, to my knowledge, violent with anyone who didn’t threaten him or his family. Even those who had, he gave chances to, like my first stepfather. 

When I was fourteen, a friend of mine was stalked by a mutual acquaintance. I was by far younger than anyone else in the social crowd; he was in his mid twenties, and the object of his “affection” was as well. Years before we had a term for “Nice Guy” bullshit, he did it all. He showed up at her house, he noted her comings and goings, he observed who she spent time with, and claimed that her niceness toward him was a sign that they were actually in a relationship.

This came to a head at a LARP event at the old NERO Ware site. He had been following her around, and felt that I was responsible for increased pressure from our mutual friends to leave her alone. He confronted me, her, and a handful of other friends in a private room and demanded that we stop saying nasty things about him. Two of our mutual friends countered and demanded that he leave the woman he was stalking alone. 

Stalker-man threw a punch. Now, he said in the aftermath that he was aiming for the man who had confronted him, but he was looking at me when he did it. He had identified me as the agent of his problems and the person who had “turned everyone against him.” His eyes were on mine when the punch landed. He hit me hard enough to knock me clean off my feet and I slammed my head into a steel bedpost on the way down.

When I shook off the stunned confusion, I saw that two of our friends had tackled him. I learned that one had immediately grabbed him, and the other had rabbit-punched him in the face. I had a black eye around one eyebrow and inner socket, and he was bleeding from his lip. 

At that time in my life, unbeknownst to anyone in the room, I was struggling with the fact that I had been molested repeatedly by someone who my mother had recently broken up with. He was gone, but I felt conflicted and worthless and in pain. I was still struggling, but I knew in that moment that I had a friend in the world who rabbit-punched a man for hitting me, and I felt a little more whole.

Later that year, I was bullied by a girl in my school. She took special joy in tormenting me during class, in attacking me in the hallways, in spreading lies and asserting things about me that were made up. She began following me to my locker, and while I watched the clock tick down, she would wait for me to open it and try to slam my hand in it. She succeeded a few times. I attempted to talk to counselors and teachers. No one did anything. Talking to them made it worse, since they turned and talked to her and she called me a “tattle” for doing it. I followed the system, and it didn’t work. 

I remembered my friend socking someone in the face when he hit me. I recalled what my grandfather had taught me, and decided that the next time she tried, I would make sure it was the last. I slammed the door into her face, then shut her head in the base of my locker, warping the aluminum so badly that my locker no longer worked. She never bothered me again. 

Violence is always a potential answer to a problem. I believe it should be a last answer - everything my grandfather taught me before his death last year had focused on that. He hadn’t built a bully or taught me to seek out violence; he taught me how to respond to it.

I’ve heard a lot of people talk recently about how, after the recent Nazi-punching incident, we are in more danger because they will escalate. That we will now see more violence and be under more threat because of it. I reject that. We are already under threat. We are already being attacked. We are being stripped of our rights, we are seeing our loved ones and our family reduced to “barely human” or equated with monsters because they are different. 

To say that we are at more risk now than we were before a Nazi got punched in the face is to claim that abusers only hurt you if you fight back. Nazis didn’t need a reason to want to hurt people whom they have already called inhuman, base, monsters, thugs, retards, worthless, damaging to the gene pool, and worthy only of being removed from the world. They were already on board. The only difference that comes from fighting back is the intimate knowledge that we will not put up with their shit.

And I’m just fine with that.

anyone else still sometimes catch themselves thinking about how after all those years of idolizing dave strider and after all that time in the void session wondering and anticipating and nervously awaiting this theoretical possibility that he might get the chance to meet him, dirk finally fucking sits down with dave one on one hours from the final battle and like wow fucking surprise motherfucker

he gets to find out his literal worst fears were ACTUALLY true! the version of him that dave knew actually did, in fact, do his level best to ruin dave’s life and was an abusive, toxic influence from day one and throughout to the point where dave can’t even look at him without flinching! 

this coming at a time when dirk is already horrendously low on himself, his relationship with Jake literally just blew up like 3 hours ago and if the AR thing went down even remotely the same way there was also that and holy hell dude what a time to be informed about the existence of Bro Strider. Dirk is sitting there thinking he was a toxic influence to Jake from moment one and probably all of his friends the whole time and here Dave is confirming everything from a parallel perspective? 

you can just see this horrible gut clenching moment when this utterly defeated Dirk just meekly accepts that this other version of himself is reflective of his true innermost self and has justifiably ruined any chance he ever had of impressing or even knowing Dave

– and then you see Dave just immediately lift it off him, even get kinda angry at him for having the audacity to even try accepting it that way, you can FEEL Dave’s fucking confusion because he went in guns blazing expecting a confrontation with someone as impossible and inscrutable as Bro was. Dave went in expecting to punch a brick wall and get nowhere, and instead he got Dirk “you’re absolutely right and I’m so fucking sorry I ruined your life” Strider 

and from Dirk’s pov, listening to this, watching this, having this realization that this dave isn’t an untouchable, aloof, mysterious and mythical heroic figure of legend at all, but that only makes him MORE worthy of idolization in all the ways that genuinely matter – and simultaneously thinking that he’s already sabotaged himself out of the chance to know him at all.

It’s like, god, you know those hyperrealistic nightmares people have sometimes that are so fucking scary because they’re indistinguishable from real life, the ones where after you wake up it takes a long time for the understanding that it was actually just a dream to hit you and then you want to cry with relief? 

For Dirk this had to have been so much like that, the whiplash between being 100% sure that Dave was just going to say what he needed to say and then never speak to him again (and knowing Dirk would have considered it completely justified and never questioned his right to do so jesus christ) followed IMMEDIATELY by Dave just being like no you don’t get it, THIS you, this version of you, what I am looking for deep down in my fucking SOUL is for this you that you are right now to be a person that I can have in my life to tell me that I’m okay, that you’re okay, that WE’RE okay – and after fifteen minutes talking to you I can already immediately tell that you ARE that person. 

Dirk’s friends were always only interested in denying the possibility that Dirk could ever truly become a monster, they could never have possibly understood just how DARK Dirk is at his most self destructive, and that’s part of why their reassurances were always hollow for him – they didn’t GET IT, right, they never could have followed the rabbit hole all the way down, so what did they know? But this guy, Dave Strider, has literally seen Dirk at his worst, has lived through the actual reality of the worst things living inside the full-picture potential of Dirk Strider, has dealt with that to great personal detriment and is fucking STILL sitting here telling him “I can tell that you are different, I can tell that you are better, and I am willing to trust you and help you to become a better person than the guy I knew because at the end of the fucking day, you are too important to me to give up on”

like yeah confronting dirk with all of that was what dave needed absolutely but BEING confronted and ultimately forgiven by dave was what dirk needed too, just as much

in conclusion homestuck is good

anonymous asked:

Woah! Christopher Nolan was there????

He absolutely was. Standing right behind me chatting with Jeff. So many people were there – I’m sure I didn’t even see all of them. James Corden was there with his family including his son. Cameron Crowe, Jeff Bhasker, Irving Azoff, Xander (ew), Ben Winston… I’m sure other people as well.

Bob Harper had a heart attack.  Now leave fat people alone.

Bob Harper, a former trainer on the Biggest Loser, has been one of the fittest men on television for over a decade.  He had a massive heart attack a couple of weeks ago and was hospitalized for eight days.

Bob Harper – a fitness guru who’s the host of “The Biggest Loser” – suffered a heart attack that left him unconscious for 2 days.

Harper tells us he was working out in a NYC gym 2 weeks ago when he collapsed. A doctor who was also working out administered CPR and used paddles to keep Bob alive.

The 51-year-old was taken to the hospital and says he woke up 2 days later. He was hospitalized for 8 days and is still in NYC – he lives in L.A. – because his doctors have not cleared him to fly.

(cont. TMZ)

Heart disease and heart attacks run in Bob Harper’s family and he says it’s all genetics.  I’m sure he’s absolutely right, but why are we okay agreeing with a fit man who says his heart attack was genetics while we view fat people who say “it’s genetics” with such disdain?

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anonymous asked:

Modern AU but instead of a dog, Rover is a tiny micropig!!!! :D

an excellent concept. i apologize for how i’m about to ruin it.

  • [keith and pidge sneaking onto a farm for their supernatural-hunting youtube channel]
    keith: what was that noise??
    pidge: !! i bet it’s an alien!!
    tiny pig: [shuffles out from behind a bag] :0)
    keith: damn, false alarm. let’s– pidge, no.
    pidge: [shoving the pig into her messenger bag and opening a bag of chips for it] their name is rover and they’re my new best friend
    • i’m aware that micropigs probably aren’t found on farms, but listen. pidge straight-up stealing rover is an important part of their relationship.
  • matt: katie, what on earth were you thinking?? there’s no way mom is going to let you keep a pig!! that you stole!!
    pidge: ok but dad totally will
    matt: …goddammit. you’re absolutely right. he will.
    • mama holt: don’t be ridiculous, katie. you’re returning that right now.
      pidge: [turns to dad with a sad puppy face]
      dad holt: …now hold on one second, colleen, maybe we should think about this.
    • she gets to keep it
  • [at school]
    hunk: hey, what did you guys do this weekend?
    pidge: trespassed on private property to search for aliens
    lance: oh, so the usual then
    keith: pidge stole a pig
    hunk: you what??
    rover: [peeks out of pidge’s bag] :0)
    hunk: !!!!!
    lance: oh my gosh, hi little buddy!!
    keith: you brought it to school with you?? pidge!!
    hunk: [petting rover furiously] let her live, keith
    lance: [feeding rover his breakfast] yeah keith, back off
  • teacher: katie, where is your homework?
    pidge: my pig ate it
    teacher: you get brownie points for originality, but–
    pidge: [holding up rover, currently chewing on her worksheet] maam i’m serious
    • teacher: …katharyn, you cannot have that in here
      pidge: it’s my seeing-eye pig?
      teacher: please go to the principal’s office
  • [allura’s birthday party]
    lance: [leaving the kitchen with coran] oh man, this is gonna be great
    tiny pig: [passes by]
    lance: oh, hey rover
    lance: wait…where’s pidge?
    • he runs back into the kitchen, but the birthday cake is gone, and so is the mysterious pig
    • hunk and coran have to make a new one
    • lance sulks for a while because he worked really hard on decorating the cake. keith has to hug him to cheer him up.
  • teacher: i finished grading your tests, and all of you did terribly.
    lance: so that means there’s a curve, right?
    teacher: no.
    lance: ???
    teacher: i haven’t entered the scores into the gradebook yet, so i’ll hand them back briefly, but you won’t…
    teacher: …
    pidge: is everything alright, mr. haxus?
    teacher: [lifts up rover and the remaining scraps of the tests] katharyn holt, take your pig to the office for the rest of the day. if you bring it in one more time, you will get a suspension.
    lance: [whispering as she passes] the sacrifices you two have made will be remembered for generations to come
[Major Spoilers] “Follow your true feelings!”: My Musings on P5′s Wildcard Couple

Can we talk about Morgana’s astute observations regarding Akechi’s true feelings for Akira? Can we talk about how (Morgana’s words–not mine) Akechi’s smile when he was hanging out with Akira had been genuine? This boy– who had distanced himself from everyone, who had wrapped himself up in layers upon layers of lies that he wears like a second skin, who had made revenge his one and only goal in life – had also, in spite of himself, serendipitously found kinship in the one boy whom he has decided that he has to kill. 

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You don’t owe your boyfriend anything to ‘make up’ for the fact that you aren’t having sex with him. You don’t have to be okay with his watching porn. You don’t have to let him cheat on you. You don’t have to be cool with him hanging out at strip clubs. You don’t have to ‘compromise’- you don’t owe him oral sex or any other kind of sexual activity. You don’t have to do it just, like, once a year. Whether he realizes it or not, you are making the right choice for both of you by not having sex outside of marriage. You do not have to ‘fulfill his sexual needs desires’. And if a boy/man pushes you to go against your values or feels like you owe him some kind of reparation for your chastity, he absolutely isn’t right for you. 

And then she stopped his heart.

She lifted her head, her chest heaving as she panted and she shot him a triumphant look, her bluebell eyes sparkling from under the reach of her dark fringe. And she smirked.

And right then and there Adrien knew he was absolutely screwed.

Because he wasn’t playing Dodge Ball with Marinette.

He was playing with Ladybug.

Inspired by this fic!

Mr. Min - Chapter 05

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Angst and Smut

Word Count: 23,243

A/N: Eternal thanks to my number one cheerleader and motivator, @avveh, for constantly rooting for me even when I felt like banging my head on the keyboard.  Not to mention for beta reading this monster.  For anyone who can’t read this on the tumblr app I suggest checking out the AO3 link or opening it on a browser/computer.

PrologueCh 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 06

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blue orchids

hanahaki & soulmate au (reposted)

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst and a sprinkle of fluff
word count: 18.748
warnings: implied smut
disclaimer: I do not own the hanahaki disease concept.

I am immensely thankful for the talented people who have created art / edits for this story: x, x, x, x, x, x make sure to check them out ♡


You were eighteen years old when Jimin’s name showed up on your hand.

The day is fresh and clear in your memory: early December, the winds stronger than ever as they threatened to pierce through the windows of your room, hints of snowflake dancing in the air as the first snowfall augured an even sharper winter. There was a smile on your face that didn’t match the unrelenting coldness of the month, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth in your chest as you went through the pictures of your phone.

Pictures of you and Jimin drinking hot chocolate, of clumsy iceskating, of funny faces that made you laugh out loud in the quietness of your bedroom. The feeling sparking in your chest could be considered somewhat dangerous— after all, you were just a girl that didn’t have any marks on her skin, a girl whose fate was yet to be decided. Something as enigmatic as love could be a treacherous thing, too risky for someone that couldn’t decide their destiny on their own.

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off limits | 02 (m)

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings: smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin 
words: 7,520
summary: you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

» playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 |

a/n: if you squint, you can see the beginnings of a plot haha!

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anonymous asked:

What do you think everyone's reactions to discovering Lance is Altean or part-Altean would be?

[cracks knuckles]

  • Coran would be absolutely ecstatic. he would just straight up adopt Lance right then and there. he already basically adopted Lance but now he’s signing papers and shit because Lance is his son now. Lance is fine with this
  • Allura would be pretty excited i think? because hey! our species lives on after all! (and isn’t working for the Galra either!). i feel like she’d really want to find out how Lance turned out to be part Altean too, and if there’s a possibility that there are more Alteans in his family (which there likely would be).
  • on that note: Coran and Allura want to teach him all the things about their culture and planet Altea, all the history of their kind and all that jazz. i think they’d feel it’s really important Lance knows about his heritage
  • Hunk thinks it’s the coolest thing, but also is slightly freaked out by it? because first Keith turns out to be part Galra, now Lance is part Altean, what next? is he an alien too???? is he part Balmeran????? is his skin gonna turn green?????? what the fuck 
  • Pidge thinks it’s pretty interesting and mysterious that Lance is also part alien? at first she’s like “Hunk please, don’t be ridiculous. if you were part Balmeran then i might as well be part Olkarian” 
  • later it occurs to her that she had no trouble forming that tree mecha robot thing on Olkarian and lowkey freaks out over it for the next week
  • Keith is surprised, but also kinda relived? because now there’s someone on the team that he can kinda relate to. he wants to talk to Lance about it, but doesn’t really know how to because he’s not good at making conversation. he’s surprised when Lance is the one to come to him and talk about it. Lance rants to Keith about this new discovery and how he feels about it…how he feels even more out of place because he’s not 100% human or 100% Altean… why can’t he just have his one thing that’s special about him?
  • Lance and Keith end up being venting buddies about their alien hybrid issues
  • Shiro is a loving and supporting dad like always, and is curious as to how this came to be. he also thinks it’s stupidly ironic that Lance turns out to be part Altean right after Keith finds out he’s part Galra. he’s totally in on the parallels between these two. fire and ice? red and blue? galra and altean??? are you kidding me. Shiro is like “they’re practically meant for each other”
  • Reaper: Just focus the payload!
  • Soldier76: I prefer to focus your butt
  • Mercy: He is absolutely right
  • Mccree: I agree
  • Widowmaker: Yes
  • Sombra pointing Reaper's butt: GORGEOUS!
  • Reaper: ... What the fuck
Muse

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre: Smut, fluff, angst (it will contain smut in the next parts)

a/n: The story will have another part. So dont worry, im not cutting you off

Description:Jungkook is a  photography major in collaage. Every girl likes him yet he only has eyes for his camera, until he -even tho he hasnt realized it yet-  finds his muse.

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In this place, in this universe, we are together for eternity

anonymous asked:

pls write something about thigh riding Harry when you're super horny but don't have time to actually have sex. not a request but a concept.

👀  So maybe he just got in, just landed and he’s got to be somewhere right away. maybe he’s got a show, an event, something that’s keeping him. but you’ve managed to meet him the second he called and said he was back home.

And he absolutely is not going to fuck you right now. In this dressing room or a waiting car. He’s been waiting for ages, thinking about it, torturing himself with the thought. He needs it but not like this. At home, in your bed (if you make it that far.) He isn’t looking for a quickie, doesn’t want you to come just once, he doesn’t just want to empty himself inside of you and leave. You’ve begged him to push his fingers inside you too, anything. But he shook his head and tried to tell you he wants his cock there first.

He notices the frustration on your features as you sit on his lap for the few minutes the time allows. The crease in your forehead and the way you’re playing with his fingers. Thinking about them and how they’d feel. He notices that your gaze from the bulge of his jeans back to his eyes is a silent beg. He sighs tensely, shifting you to straddle him properly.

‘Get what you need from me now,’ he urges with his fingers in the loops of your jeans pulling you towards him. ‘And I’ll fuck you properly the second I can.’

it’s not ideal, not when his cock is what you’re craving and considering how wet you are. He doesn’t have to feel to know just how wet. But you’re nestled into his shoulder with your hands around his neck as soon as he says it.

‘Harry m’soaking—’ You start, want to tell him how this won’t be enough. You need more.

‘Know you are, save it for me.’ He whispers painfully. You’re so ready for him and he can’t have you. But he slides his hand into your jeans, cupping your bum encouraging you to move. To grind against him. ‘Ride me princess, just like it’s my cock.’ He nearly begs.

You’re whining already. The ever so subtle friction against your clit. Both of your jeans rubbing against you. He’s needy now, pushing you against him, moving you up and down his thigh faster, rougher.

‘C’mon love,’ he urges pressing his hand into your bum further. ‘Just likes it’s my cock.’

‘Spank me.’ You beg quietly.

‘What makes you think I can spank you now if I can’t even fuck you?’ He groans. You’re not helping him with the pictures you’re painting in his head.

‘I’ll be quiet.’ You promise.

‘I won’t.’  

He’s frustrated but does everything he can in the situation, lifts his leg to rest snugly against your clit as you ride him back and forth. He’s holding so tightly to you, pulling you right back to him as you push back. Wants you to really ride him, take him like you would his cock. It feels good, it’s some sort of relief to what you’ve been needing for ages. You’re throbbing, your clit is aching and you’re rushing to get to the finish.  

You’re whimpering into his neck, doing everything you can not to bite down on it.  Because he’s got something after this. Your hand is gathered in a fist at his shirt, wrinkling the fabric he doesn’t care about right now.

‘Know it’s not what we need,’ he whispers cupping your bum roughly. ‘But you’re almost there,’ he manages. ‘Come for me,’ he’s urges you along, helping your needy body along. ‘That’s it love, m’gonna fuck you really soon, promise.’

‘M’—fuck Harry you’ve got another pair of jeans right?’ You ask breathlessly and he nods rapidly pushing you onto him harder. He needs this, needs you to have this. He doesn’t want you thinking about anything else, just wants you to come.

He holds tighter to you when you do, keeps pulling you across him whilst you’re coming, wants you to get everything you can. It feels different, the orgasm is different but you’re shaking, holding so tightly to him as your body jolts. You feel the fabric of your jeans are wetter than they were before. He smells like you now doesn’t he? ‘Good girl,’ he whispers. ‘I’ve got a good girl don’t I?’ He kisses the skin of your exposed collarbone. You find his lips, needing to kiss him hard after that and your lips are wet from biting on them the entire time. And he’s hungry and desperate for you now. Knowing how wet you are now, how tight and warm you’d be wrapped around him. You’re panting, still whining too but he’s got to go. But he’d promised you something when he gets back.

Don’t Say Anything (part 7)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Pietro being a little shit, Bucky being annoying

A/N: You guys wanted Bucky’s pov so I’m giving you Bucky’s pov. I hope you like it :) Have any of you watched Rupaul’s Drag Race? What do you think about season 9? Who’s your fav so far? I like Shea Coulee, Nina Bo’nina Brown, Aja, Peppermint but my number 1 is definitely Farrah Moan. I don’t really like Trinity Taylor so far though.


“Movie night!” Tony’s voice rang throughout the building. “I have taken the liberty of choosing a movie already.”

Everyone filed into the living room, sitting down where open spots were. Nat and Bucky sat next to each other on the couch opposite of you while Pietro plopped down beside you, wrapping his arm behind you on the sofa.

“What movie is it?” Steve questioned.

“A little something I like to call ‘How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days’.” Tony smiled as he clicked play on the movie. Everyone groaned.

“We watched this last week.” Wanda spoke.

“And we’re watching it this week as well.”

“Someone else needs to pick a movie for movie night. It can’t always be you, Tony.” Nat laughed, curling up next to Bucky.

Tony rolls his eyes and takes a seat next to Steve, opting not to respond to the red head. 20 minutes into the movie, Natasha scoots towards Bucky. He lifts his arm, allowing Nat to cuddle up to him even more. He wraps his arm around her, pulling her ever so close to him. Bucky kisses Nat’s temple all while looking directly at you.

The super soldier felt his heart break when he saw a flash of hurt in your eyes.

Is she okay? Why does she look so sad? Was it Pietro? If he did anything to Y/N..

He was pulled from his thoughts when Pietro placed a pillow on Y/N’s lap and laid down. Her hands instantly go to his hair, fingers threading the blonde locks. Bucky felt his body tense up at the sight. He remembers when you would run your fingers through his hair after he had a nightmare or even when you two were just hanging out.

“I love when you run your fingers through my hair, my love.” Pietro sighed happily, loud enough for Bucky to hear. He gripped the couch when he heard you giggle.

Bucky doesn’t know why he was feeling this way. He had Nat. There’s no way he liked you.. Right? No. Absolutely not. You were just his friend. Natasha was the whole package. He looked down at Nat who was under his arm and smiled. But his smiled faded all too fast when he looked back at you and Pietro, seeing him making you giggle even more.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Some of us are trying to watch a movie.” he glared directly at Pietro.

The two of you look over at him and Pietro smirked. “Then watch it.”

“I can’t when you keep making Y/N laugh.” the brunette snapped.

“Hearing Y/N laugh is a problem? I think her laugh is music to my ears.” he smiled, knowing how angry he was making Bucky.

“Do that some other time.” Bucky was trying to keep his cool and trying not to cause a scene but judging by how everyone was looking at him, it was clear that he had made a scene.

“When you love someone-”

“Oh shut up!” Bucky cut Pietro off. The blonde opened his mouth to say something back until you slapped your hand over his mouth to shut him up.

“Stop it.” you mutter. “C’mon, Piet. Let’s go to sleep.”

You nudge him with your knee and he stands up, offering his hand to you which you gladly take. Bucky watches as you leave the room and his mouth opens and closes. He wanted to tell you to stay, to come sit next to him, but he didn’t.

When he heard your door shut, he leaned back into the couch, closed his eyes and let out a long, frustrated sigh.


He spent the next day lying in bed with Nat. It was a lazy day for the team. It was good to get some down time.

“Bucky.” Nat said softly as her fingers traced his arm.

“Hmm?” he hummed in response. All he’s been thinking about was you. He had no idea why. And now that Pietro was here, being all clingy and shit, it wasn’t helping.

“Is something wrong?”

He gives her a confused look. “Why would there be something wrong?”

Nat shrugged. “You’ve just been acting a bit weird ever since Y/N found out about us.”

“I was just scared that she’d tell everyone.” he murmured.

“We told everyone we were dating a couple of days ago, Bucky and you’re still being weird. Like, what was that last night?” the red head moved to sit up. Bucky copied her actions.

“What was what?” he knew what she was talking about but played dumb.

“You going off on Pietro. He didn’t even do anything.” she replied.

“He was making Y/N laugh.”

“So? Steve’s laughed during a movie and you’ve never gave him shit for it.”

“It was disrupting the movie, Nat. The movie that I was trying to watch.” he tried his best not to roll his eyes because if he did, she’d murder him.

“Wanda and Tony have disrupted plenty of movies - I have too and not once have you said anything. Something’s wrong. I know you don’t really like Pietro but you usually ignore him.” she says and she’s right. Bucky would usually ignore Pietro whenever he was over. So why was last night any different?

Bucky sighed. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Natasha. I just got irritated, alright?”

“Is this because him and Y/N are a thing now? Are you mad that she might be replacing you with him?” Nat questioned and Bucky gave her a look.

“What do you mean by ‘thing’? They’re not together. There’s no way in hell that they’re together.” his voice raised as he spoke. Y/N would never date Pietro. He knew she wouldn’t.

“I wouldn’t doubt it.” she shrugged. “They make a cute couple.”

Bucky’s jaw tenses. “No they don’t.”

Natasha knits her eyebrows together. “What’s wrong with you, seriously? You can’t be happy for Y/N? She’s getting over that asshole she used to like.”

“Pietro is an asshole.”

Natasha rolled her eyes at the super soldier but before she could reply, the door opened, revealing Y/N and wow did she look beautiful.

She looks beautiful everyday, what am I thinking?

“Hey guys.” you say softly, eyes wandering between Bucky and Nat.

“Hey snooka.” Nat greeted. Y/N gives her a little smile before turning to Bucky.

“Sorry if I interrupted something but I was wondering if you still had those coupons for free milkshakes?” you tilt your head in the most adorable way and Bucky smiled.

“Yeah, I do. Why? You wanna go get some milkshakes?” he couldn’t hide the excitement in him. Just the thought of hanging out with Y/N for the day made him so happy. The last time you two had hung out together was the day at the zoo and that didn’t go so well. He still doesn’t know why you broke down crying.

“Umm.. I was gonna take Pietro with me. We don’t want to stay in the building all day.” you say, biting the inside of your cheek.

His eyes went dark and he clenched his hands. Getting milkshakes was a Y/N and Bucky thing, not a Y/N and Pietro thing.

“Uh, well here.” he digs around in his drawer before pulling out the coupons. Bucky stood up and walked around his bed to hand over the papers. “I can come if you want. We haven’t hung out together in a while.”

You bit your bottom lip. “No, it’s fine. You stay here with Nat, maybe some other time.” you take the coupons from his hand. “Thanks Bucky.”

He watches as you walk out of his room and over to the elevator where Pietro was waiting for you. The blonde makes eye contact with Bucky and smirked as he draped his arm around your shoulders before entering the elevator.


A/N: Here you gooooooo, tell me what ya think! :)

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