i just realized how much i like you

watching tld w my parents
  • my mom: wait which shakespeare is that
  • me: idk, henry something?
  • my mom: the sixth?
  • me: i literally dk?? it's henry somebody
  • my dad: where's john
  • my mom: wait can we rewind it i got a text
  • me: mom. you can't text during this show. you really can't it's just not how it's done
  • my mom: okay fine i won't but can we rewind it
  • my dad: *rewinds it*
  • my mom: wait, what did he say
  • my dad: something about henry. where's john?
  • me: he said he's against new people
  • my mom: *laughs forever*
  • my mom: i'm never surprised by how much you like this show
  • *75 minutes later*
  • sherlock and john: *hold each other and cry*
  • my mom: *side-eyes me*
  • my mom: *smiles*
  • my mom: (to herself without realizing i can hear her) i knew i knew why allison likes this show

[a/n]: helllloooo!! decided i’d get one more thing out before classes start tomorrow :( i probably won’t post anything else until next weekend, but i’ll work on some writings do they’ll be ready to go by friday! if u have any requests send them my way (also any feedback would b nice) and i hope u like it!!!

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, college!au, frat boy!yoongi

word count: 367

summary: yoongi wakes up to you wearing his shirt and he just noticed how much he liked it. (and you)

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anonymous asked:

I absolutely love the ending beach scene between Cassian and Jyn, but I may love the elevator scene prior to it just a little bit more. It's only a few seconds but that shot of their faces was just breathtaking, it seems like they looked at each other and were fully taking each other in for the first time and realizing that they could have loved each other and did love each other as much as they could in their situation. Idk there's just something about that sequence.

Definitely. It’s interesting because I feel like - as you said - that’s both the moment where they come to terms with their emotional and physical and even spiritual connection (I’ve written in the past about how they found hope and thereby the Force in each other. They are two people who have been deprived of an emotional touchstone for a long time and when they find it in each other, they truly believe that the human spirit, which is fundamentally good, is with them through the Force. They don’t even know if their transmission reached the Rebellion for sure, but they BELIEVE it has, because the Force is with them, and they are with each other). And there’s a deep sadness there - they’ve mentally accepted that they will probably die together - they were well aware of it before but now the reality of it is really starting to hit. And their physical proximity and the combination of all the emotional labor they’ve just engaged in (losing K2, dealing with Krennic, their awareness of their own impending mortality) and the catharsis inherent in such a realization as well as the fact that their mission is done is all too much to process beyond the physical reality of the person in front of them, so accessible and immediate but only for so short a time.

I think once they reach the beach, they’ve moved past that sadness, or rather, integrated it into the happiness of fully knowing that even if they’d had all the time in the world, it never would’ve changed the fact that they already knew they completed each other, and no joy could ever be greater than that. The beach scene reminds me a lot of Steve Carrell and Keira Knightley’s characters’ conversation at the end of Seeking a Friend for the End of the World: 

Penny: I wish I’d met you a long time ago. When we were kids.

Dodge: It couldn’t have happened any other way. It had to happen now.

Penny: But it isn’t enough time.

Dodge: It never would have been.

Penny: I’m scared.

Dodge: I… am madly in love with you, Penny. You’re my favorite, favorite thing.

Penny: I thought that somehow we’d save each other.

Dodge: We did. Penny. I’m really glad I got to know you.

anonymous asked:

How do you feel about knock off Finchwings? Not Finch the character, but people with styles so similar to yours it takes a second to realize it isnt you. Kind of like they heavily referenced your art. I just saw someone on Amino copying your style :/

NGL it ticks me off and keeps me up at night but there’s not much changing it; when kids like something, they’ll copy it

Copying styles you like is a way of learning, but trying super hard to draw exactly in the way I do is crippling your own ability to develop

anonymous asked:

seeing everyone talk like it's all over and saying their final thank-yous and farewells is worrying me.... I don't want to watch this community disperse and forget. :( I don't want to stop imagining the story the way it should go. I feel like I'm only just realizing how much all of this hope and passion has sustained me and I don't think I can bear to lose it. Are you going to stick around?

i plan to be here as long as yall will have me. 

anonymous asked:

Argentinian anon again. I always wonder how many latinamerican antis are. Because with all the shit we see everyday fake a baby, a pregnancy or a birth certificate is for noobs. The majority of 1D fans that I met on Twitter are neutrals or larrie shippers. I only became aware of antis when I came here. Maybe is easier for us to acknowledge the ilegal face of the world? Idk, just a thought

While I am not all that familiar with the specifics of latin american politics and corruption, I think you may be on to something. The U.S. takes great pride in its legal system and government, but like so much about the States, that’s largely a myth. Anyone who interacts with state systems on a regular basis realizes how easy it is to screw things up or get away with something. The people who think that a birth certificate couldn’t or wouldn’t be faked are super naive, I think. And maybe that’s good – maybe that means they haven’t had to face the realities of corruption and incompetence.

Why I might delete my account:

I don’t want any of my followers to feel like they did something wrong. It’s nothing to do with you. I feel like I am the only one who cares about how Scorbus was treated in the play. I keep getting comments on my posts that undermine my interpretations. People like to use excuses like “Albus and Scorpius can realize they are gay later,” or “no one cares about the heteronormativity because Scorbus are unaware they are gay,” or “just because Delphi says they belong together who is the daughter of Voldemort doesn’t mean she is right,” etc. There is too much negativity. I haven’t made a decision yet. When I do, I’ll be writing a farewell letter.

i just watched the final problem again at the movies and i realized there was so much more they could have done with the episode

1) how did sherlock forgive euros for killing his childhood best friend and basically making moriarty play the game with sherlock? so many people died because of her and sherlock just plays violin with her all happy??? like morarity’s purpose was to destroy sherlock and it was all her. how could you forgive someone for that.

(also is euros lesbian??? or did she do something with moriarty?????)

2) HOW DID JOHN GET OUT OF THE WELL??? some people said his feet were chained together BUT THEY WERE NOT, if they were chained together he could have tread water or something (which i have done before without using legs)

3) why didn’t john move when sherlock was going to kill himself?? he just stood there?? john watson who would literally die for sherlock (the pool scene with moriarty) just?? stood there???

4) MOLLY!!! she has been degraded as a character who loved sherlock for 6 years. and was forced to say something she clearly wasn’t ready to say. that i love you should have been to john honestly

5) what was the point of the abominable bride?? it makes no sense with the ending

6) plot holes GALORRREEE there was literally so many i cannot name them all

(also. amanda abington is very cute and i love her)

7) why was euros doing all of this in the first place? because she couldn’t play with sherlock?? and she’s not “supposed to” be emotional bc she’s too clever and such but apparently if she seeked this kind of revenge that’s a pretty fucking emotional thing to do

8) ok i’m done. i’m just super frustrated. i want there to be a 4th episode but honestly like why did they even film this one??? benedict is a lot of money. this episode was kinda pointless to me bc it was so bad. idk.

9) also where did johns hallucinations go??? just?? gone???? bye mary

I Had No Clue

Imagine- Rick realizing that he loves Michonne

Requested?- Yes

Requests Are Open!!!!

Sorry if this Imagine isn’t that good this is my first imagine and I hope you guys like it

Caution- Too much fluff and cuteness for my heart

Third Person P.O.V

Rick had been ignoring everyone lately, more Michonne than anyone else. He didn’t know why it was just what he was doing. He wanted to stop acting this way but he didn’t know how.

He wanted to stop being a ‘dick’ to everyone, at least that’s what Daryl claimed. But Rick just didn’t feel like talking to anyone.

One day Rick was about to go out on a run by himself, get away because everyone kept trying to start up conversations with him which he just brushed off.

“Hey man are you alright?” Daryl asked Rick as he grabbed to his shoulder to try and get an answer out of Rick. Rick looked back, he just looked at Daryl nor giving him an answer.

“What’s the matter Rick? Everyone is worried about you, especially Michonne. No one can get a word out of you not even Carl. Is this about the whole Jessie thing?” Daryl asked worried about his friend.

Rick shook his head, looking down. He knew he would have to speak soon, but he didn’t know what he would say. Rick thought for a couple of seconds before saying anything to Daryl.

“No Jessie wasn’t anyone to me, I just it’s not that, okay? I don’t know what it is, I just don’t feel like talking to anyone especially Michonne and I don’t know why because no one has done anything.” Rick kept blurting out not stopping until he got his point across to Daryl, hopping to get help from his friend.

“Why Michonne?” Daryl asked. Except something was on his eyes something less serious and a little more humorous. Rick didn’t reply, he just gave a shrug. “I’m just gonna go for a run, alright?” Rick blurted out and didn’t wait for an answer.

While out walking around by himself Rick started to think about why he was mad. Except he wasn’t mad. He didn’t know what his emotions were but he knew that they didn’t circle towards the group. Well all except Michonne.

For some reason Rick couldn’t get the thought of Michonne out of his head. He tried to get her out of his head and get to the root of the problem.

Instead if trying to get the thoughts of his head he just let them manifest his head, smiling when he thought of her smiling and laughing at him. He just smiled at the thought of her.

Rick wasn’t paying attention to what was happening around him and then before he knew it a walked was on top of him. He thought this was the end when he could grab the knife in his belt.

Trying desperately to get loose he struggled to keep the head of the walker away from him and he before he knew it his hand grabbed the knife. Before Rick could pull the knife out and plunge it into the skull of the walked trying to eat him Carl and Judith flashed into his vision.

And the second it was there it was gone replaced by images of Michonne. Rick snapped out of his trance getting the strength to grab the knife and plunge it into the walker. Exhaling Rick rolled the walked off of him and sat there thinking for a second.

All Rick could think of at the moment was why did he think of Michonne when he was about to get eaten by a walker. And as soon as the images flashed through his head Rick realized that he lived Michonne.

Not as in a friend or a sister but as in real love. Something he has never experienced with Lori and Jessie. Ricks heart swelled with happiness and joy thinking of Michonne.

Rick hopped to his feet running back to the camp, running ad if his life depended on it. As soon as he got back to camp he started asking around if anyone has seen Michonne. He was doing a mixture of fast walking and running looking for Michonne.

The second Rick saw Michonne playing with Judith in her arms smiling Rick couldn’t help but to smile himself. When Michonne saw Rick she put Judith down and turned towards Rick.

Before she knew it Rick came before her putting his hands on the side of her face and clashing their lips together in a slow passionate kiss. Both of their hearts exploded inside of their chests.

Rick pulled back whispering the words “I love you so much Michonne” and reconnected their lips. Michonne then pulled back saying “It was about time you realized, I love you too Rick.” Both Michonne and Rick smiled and laughed enjoying the day together holding hands and exchanging kisses.

anonymous asked:

Posting as anon for fear of the hate-filled cuntwad harassment I'd get for saying it- but- words cannot express how much joy your sarcastic responses to your hate-asks bring me. You're a beautiful person. Never change.

Heyy :) I really appreciate your message and support. I understand that not everyone wants to expose themselves to these vengeful, hateful fuckers who like to pretend they’re advocates for peace and equality while they’re the ones doing all the harassing, threats and doxxing anyone who doesn’t agree with them. 

I used to be offended by these people sending me hate but you have to realize that this is just a tactic they all use everyday to try and scare and shame people into silencing the truth so they can continue to go unchallenged while they force their creepy ideology onto others. 

I can’t stop them from sending me these messages but I can show everybody what these people are really like by replying to them, they hide behind these noble and wonderful feminist and blm definitions and banners while really they’re some of the most vile people I’ve ever dealt with and it’s important for people to see it for themselves. 

So what better way to reply then a bit of sarcasm and showing them you couldn’t care less what they have to say about you while showing everyone else their true colors. 

Thank you so much for your message, it means a lot and please feel free to message me any time xx

I Don't Enjoy Profiting From My Misery

I’ve never been great at introductions
I never know what I’m supposed to say
Because there’s a lot I feel you need to know
Or maybe you don’t

I guess I just have a lot of questions,
What’s your favorite number, and
why do people hate the best parts of me, and
what did you think was going to happen
once I realized you never loved me?

I walk over broken pavement
It’s being too honest
I don’t want to think about how much blood I lost here
or the way that I can never rid of all the glass shards in my feet

I’m surprised that some people still refer to Yuri on Ice’s content as ‘yaoi fanservice’?

Like, I get that all the butt shots and Victor’s need to get naked every episode are fanservice of some form, but Victor and Yuuri’s relationship just isn’t.

Or, if you think it is, then just tell me: when do interactions between two characters of the same sex stop being ‘fanservice’ and start being a canonical relationship?

Like, seriously how much further do they have to go for you to realize that they’re *gasp* gay for each other?

I mean, what are you expecting? The things we see in straight couples? Like, Idk, maybe physical closeness? Hugs? Holding hands? Touching foreheads? Public declarations of love? The desire to seduce/be seduced by your partner? Mental support? The desire to help someone find confidence in their skills? The desire to know someone better but also the tact of knowing not to push too far? The act of understanding love thanks to one very specific person? The act of dedicating your best work to one specific person? The act of always being there for one specific person?

Come now, you must be dreaming, no pair of two characters of the same sex could get that sort of development.

Oh wait. They already did.

Tell me one more time that Yuri on Ice offers nothing but yaoi fanservice. I double freaking dare you.

even and isak talking about how they fell in love with each other gives me so much life you guys,

  • one day they’re in bed and they’re just cuddling and idk the subject comes up and even casually says something like, “oh man i was falling so hard for u and u barely gave me the time of the day” and isak is like. wHAT
  • isak is just sO surprised when even’s like, yeah i was pretty sure u didn’t really like me. 
    • “but?? you caught me staring at you 738935 times???”
    • “ah but you were so quiet and staring could really mean anything i didnt want to misinterpret it”
    • “but i told u about my rapping skills???”
    • “is that………….the best flirting you could do isak. wow. how did we even start dating.”
  • isak looking back at every time even bumped him with his shoulder and said something kind of cool and vague and realizing. that was flirting. even was flirting with him the whole time. i mean he knew it wasn’t friendly but he thought it was just even being charming. but nah. even was highkey hitting on him.
    • isak wakes up in the middle of night, grabs even by the arm. “even. wake up. did you really forget your ID or was it just a way to hang out with me.”
    • *groan* “yes isak it was just a way to hang out with you how did u not realize till now i swear to god. next thing u know u’ll be telling me u didnt know the only reason i made cheese toasties was so u wouldnt realize u probably should leave.”
    • wHAT
  • isak confesses to internet stalking even, and even loVES IT. he never stops teasing isak about it tbh he’s just like “oh my god i can’t believe you were so iN LOVE with me, man, you had the bIGGEST crush on me,” and isaks just like “yeah yeah shut up at least i didnt make up a lame excuse to hang out with you. why dont u have any social media anyways?? u some sort of hipster??
    • so much banter. guys. its embarrassing.
  • they were both so in love with each other and they BOTH thought the other wasn’t really interested what kind of fanfic bullshit is this i love them so much

. OKAY, so I have a theory. Having rewatched all of the Sanvers scenes from the last episode, I can only conclude one thing which is that Maggie was not aware of how Alex actually felt about her. Beginning of the episode she walks up to her as if nothings wrong, she doesn’t quite seem to understand why Kara is clearly ready to murder her, and she opens up very fresh wounds with Alex. Maggie isn’t dumb. She knows, I presume what it’s like to be rejected, and she’s not callous either so if she’d realized how much she hurt Alex I think she would have let it be a little longer. 

Later when they’re talking in the parking garage or whatever, she’s fine until Alex says “Because I was sure of one thing, and that was my feelings for you.” And like right after she says that, Maggie’s whole face changes. It’s then that she realizes that Alex didn’t just have a baby gay crush. It wasn’t just her liking the first gay girl she could find. She genuinely liked her a lot. And when Alex walks away she watches her go and she looks kind of dumbstruck like she’s not quite sure what just happened. 

And finally, at the apartment scene she finally seems to get how much she actually hurt Alex because she’s a lot more careful about her words and about what she’s trying to convey. Also after she says that she hopes one day they can be ‘friends’ she literally looks like she swallowed a lemon. She doesn’t want to be friends, and she knows that Alex doesn’t either but she also knows that it’s too soon. 

Maggie didn’t know. There’s been a few people who have mentioned that Maggie probably doesn’t think she deserves love or is lovable after the way her last gf broke up with her so that probably translates to Alex. She doesn’t understand at first that a beautiful, smart, wonderful woman like Alex might actually love her. 

concept: chirrut and baze first meet as teenagers when baze first comes to the temple at jedha after being orphaned or something similarly tragic.  he’s angry and irrational and hurting and very hotheaded, and when chirrut bumps into him in the hall, he challenges him to a fight.  chirrut turns around and baze realizes he’s blind and thinks oh shit, i can’t just fight a blind guy.  but chirrut is actually very much down to fight, and baze is just like okay, it’d be rude to retract the offer now, i’ll just go easy on him.

chirrut kicks his ass in like, ten seconds.  and he won’t stop laughing about it either, because that’s what you get for thinking i’ll be an easy match!  baze’s bruises last for over two weeks, and that’s how he finds his new best friend/kind of falls in love.

DM: How is your character dressed?

Witch: *shows character picture, basically just sturdy pants and a breastband* I mean, I’m not allowed to wear armor, and when you pitched this campaign to us, it was in a much warmer climate, you know?

Rogue: You realize there is no way you could walk around like that without people assuming you’re a whore.

Witch: …And? What’s the problem with that?

Rogue: Oh. Point.

I just want to talk about these two pictures real quick. In the top one, it’s a bit back in the day when liking boys and girls was not accepted AT ALL and as you can see Magnus is sitting with just women around him. And then look at the recent pic where you see men and women sitting with him. When I was looking at these two pictures it really hit me that this character has lived through these times where not only lgbtq+ people were not accepted at all but racism was at its very worst. You realize how much depth Magnus truly has as he’s lived through such horrific times not just in his own life but time period wise in both the shadow world and mundane world. I don’t really know exactly where I’m going with this but it just made me think a lot more about Magnus Bane’s life and how he became who he is, and I’m very interested to see how they portray that on the show.

Faking It - part 3

 Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, reader

After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up a plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: I was actually going to make this part longer but decided to just end it all with a little fluff. I’m also really surprised at how much attention this imagine is getting, I honestly didn’t expect that. But I’m glad you all like it!If you want to be tagged, just tell me and I will gladly do so. I also never proofread my shit so bear with me, I’ll proofread tomorrow and fix the mistakes tomorrow as well. 

Part 1 Part 2


Originally posted by 107th-infantry

“Fuck, fuck fuck,” You repeated when you realized that the pancake was burning. “Shit!” You cursed and searched for a fan to get the smoke and smell out of the kitchen.

Through violent coughs, you found a control system in the kitchen. It had various buttons but the one you pressed was labeled “Ventilation.” The smoke got sucked up through a vent above the stove. Once it was all clear, you were left with a burnt pancake. A sigh escaped your lips as you tossed the burnt pastry into the garbage.

By the time Bucky walked into the kitchen, you had whipped up five pancakes, bacon, egg and a fruit salad. You yourself had a full belly and all you needed to do was change out of your pajamas.

“Morning, doll,” He greeted.

You didn’t acknowledge the pet name he had given you. Instead, you returned the greeting. “Hey, Buck. How’d you sleep?”

“Turns out, a designer couch isn’t the best thing to sleep on,” He ran his fingers through his loose brown locks before sitting on the island. “You made breakfast?”

You nodded and set the plate and bowl in front of him, “I hope you like strawberries.”

He smiled, “Thanks, Y/N.”

“No problem, least I could do after you agreed to tag along, lend me your shirt and sleep on the couch.” You began cleaning up the kitchen.

“This is amazing,” Bucky said referring to the pancakes.

You smiled, “I should get dressed. Busy day and we need to take some sort of food to the barbecue.”

“Pizza!” He called.

“Uncle Matt is already bringing that,” You shouted back. “Think of something more original!”

You arrived at the beach with a bucket of fried chicken. Bucky smiled in triumph as he held a bag of gummy worms and was happily chewing away. He raised a gummy to your face and tapped the candy worm on your closed lips.

“Open your mouth, goddamnit Y/N,” He muttered.

You laughed and he threw the candy in your mouth. You nearly choked, but successfully chewed on the worm. “Watch my Aunts are gonna give me shit for not cooking anything.”

Bucky carried the bucket of chicken with his flesh arm and wrapped his metal one around your waist before pulling you close.  You mirrored the affection and rested your head on his bicep.

“You’re so good at this,” You whispered.

“Of course I am,” He planted a kiss on your forehead and you felt almost sad that his lips didn’t press against yours. Don’t get attached Y/N, you told yourself.

The volleyball net was already set up. A few of your cousins were in the middle of a game. Sports had always been your family’s thing. Your grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, parents and siblings were all .masters at one or two sport. It was no shock that you the first person to absolutely despise sports. Mainly because the last time you played a game with your family, you ended up with a black eye and various bruises. No doubt with your years of training you were able to kick ass, but you were still a bit weary.

“You’re just in time for the game,” Your sister Erika smiled.

Bucky joined your Mother near the table where all the food was. He set down the bucket and your Mom started up a conversation.

You let our a humorless laugh, “It’s a no for me.”

“C'mon Y/N!” Your brother Jay persuaded.

“I said no,” You shot back.

He raised his hands in surrender and shook his head, “Still have a stick up your ass, I can see.”

It took every ounce of strength you had to refrain from putting Jay in a tight headlock and force him to take his comment back. Instead, you glared at him, “Fuck you.”

You stomped away and approached your mother, who was laughing with Bucky. She saw you and smiled, “Y/N, dear.” She noticed your murderous glare that was now softening. Your mother sighed. “Don’t let them get to you, sweetie.” She kissed your cheek and glided away to one of your cousins who had a baby at hand.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked, concern written all over his features.

“My siblings,” You mumbled.

He pulled you into his embrace and you found comfort within his arms. You weren’t sure if it was because you have a lack of affection, but your found yourself blushing each time his fingers made contact with your skin.

“Well if it isn’t Little Miss Butt-shine.”

You gritted your teeth and turned to face your Aunt Betty who didn’t seem fond of the scene that was before her eyes.

“Ease up on the PDA, this is a beach, not a brothel.” She pushed past you and Bucky before grabbing herself an empty plate.

“We’re hugging,” You snapped at her. “But I don’t expect you to know anything about PDA, considering the fact that you haven’t had a man in over 15 years.”

Aunt Betty stopped serving herself food. You knew you had her by the throat. She glared at you and Bucky stifled a laugh. “Watch it, Y/N.”

You raised an eyebrow and stood up straight to indicate that you weren’t afraid. Not anymore.

The glaring contest would’ve continued if Bucky didn’t decide to intervene. He stepped between the two of you and nearly carried you away. You huffed in anger as he sat you down on a chair. He chuckled at your state.

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” He said.

“That woman knows how to piss me off,” you mumbled under your breath and continued to glare at Aunt Betty who was now laughing away with one of your Uncles.

“Hey,” Bucky grabbed your chin and made you look him in the eye. “Listen to me.” There wasn’t any harshness that lingered in his voice, but you knew that you had to listen to what he was about to say. “Don’t let them get to you. At the end of the day, they’re not the ones that get to say that they’re an Avenger. You have that privilege.”

He was right. Of course, he was right. You thought that you’d be the one to comfort Bucky throughout the week, turns out it’d be the other way around.

“Now let’s eat, cause I’m hungry again and that Chicken Alfredo looks really good.” He stood up.

You smiled, “Aunt Hazel makes the best food.”

“Will they notice?” Bucky asked.

“Unlikely,” You replied and started backing away from the crowd.

A bonfire blazed in the middle. A few members of your family sat around it. Others were playing an intense game of volleyball. All the attention was glued to the game. The sun was long gone. The moon now replaced it. Stars sprinkled the velvet sky but were hardly visible near the light of the orange flame.

You broke into a jog. Bucky ran beside you. Occasionally, you looked behind you to see how far you were. When the bonfire was nothing but a mere orange speck, you came to a halt. Without warning, you collapsed on the sand and dug your fingers into the earth. Bucky knelt next to you and softly rubbed your back. For a sweet moment, you were indulged in silence. The only sound was the waves serenading you with its soothing music.

You sat up and Bucky pulled you to his side. Your head lolled to the side until it rested against his broad shoulder. Bucky took your hand and you sat there, with your fingers intertwined with his and your eyes shut. Dread settled onto your shoulders. You wanted to leave. To go back home. To the Avengers facility. With Steve, Sam, Wanda, and the others. To those endless nights of you, Sam and Wanda watching Disney movies. Always crying when Mufasa died in The Lion King. Those mornings in which you trained hard with Natasha, learning new techniques. Painting with Steve, browning frustrated when you couldn’t blend the colors correctly. At least they respected you.

“Do you want to go back to the house?” Bucky asked, breaking the silence.

You nodded, not trusting your voice to carry out words. He stood and helped you up. As soon as you put weight on your legs, your knees buckled and Bucky was quick to catch you. You felt so weak, so small. Bucky carried you away from the shore.

Your spirits were lifted once you reached the house. Being away from your family made your soul mellow again. You returned to your usual smiley self. Bucky noticed this, he too smiled at your state.

It was only 11 PM, but you were exhausted. Although you resisted, Bucky helped you into the house.  You didn’t bother going towards the lounge and closing all the curtains. At the point you didn’t care, no one would look into them anyways. You changed out of your clothes and into the Pink Floyd shirt. When you walked into the bathroom, Bucky was standing over the sink. His bare back was facing you. A pair of sweats hung low on his hips and you sucked in a breath.

He looked up, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. He gave you a sly smile as you approached him and reached for your toothbrush. Not a single word was exchanged between the two of you as you got ready for bed. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It was one of relaxation.

“Goodnight doll,” Bucky said.

“Night Bucky,” You smiled and watched as he left the bathroom.

You sighed and remained in the bathroom for a few seconds. You gripped the sides of the sink and took in a deep breath before entering the bedroom. The lights turned off behind you as you climbed into bed. You tugged the sheets up to your chin and shivered, though it wasn’t cold. The bed felt too big for you. It felt like you were in a sea of loneliness.

“Bucky?” You said aloud. “Are you awake?”

“Yeah,” He replied from the other side of the wall.

“Can you,” You paused. “Can you come sleep in here? Please.”

Silence followed. Seconds passed and dread began settling onto you once again. The sound of footsteps made you perk up. You lifted your head and with the moonlight, you were able to spot Bucky. He was walking towards you. A shirt now covered his torso. You scooted to one side and let Bucky climb into bed, under the sheets with you.

“Are you cold?” He asked.

“No,” You said. “I just didn’t want to be alone.”

You weren’t surprised when Bucky pulled you close to him. Without hesitation, you snuggled up next to him and relaxed at the sound of his heartbeat. He rubbed circles on his shoulder using his thumb.

“You’ll never be alone doll. Not when I’m here,” He said.  Bucky held you until you fell asleep.

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I use to talk to you so much. You were the only person i wanted to talk to every day because you made me feel so happy and made me smile like no one else. It’s sad how you just seem to latch on to one person and then seem to forget about me. I had such deep feelings for you but I got over them. I then realized what a fucking piece of shit you truly are. I’d probably still keep talking to you if you actually did try texting me. I’m just done with you. So fucking glad i’m over you.

are you ever just… so in love, like your heart squeezes and your ribcage is full of soft air and your head is full of lights and you can see so much color. and you realize how much u care and ur just so so happy, and you know you’ve felt love before but this feels like the first time, it always feels like the first time

i’m talking about robbie rotten. i love him and i’d kill for him