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Best Friends (Part 1)

Summary: Meeting in college, you and Bucky strike up a friendship. And that is all there is, until Bucky realizes he’s in love with you. But it might just be a little too late for that. 

Word Count: 882

A/N: Another one, Tesla? Yep. I’d apologize but nahhh. This is based off of “Made of Honor.” Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by duckybarness

The words were becoming blurry on the screen and you knew you had probably written an entire page of incoherencies by now. Rubbing at your eyes with the heels of your hands, you took a deep breath and exhaled through your mouth, lips flapping at the force of the air leaving. Scratching behind your ear in frustration, you knew you had to go to bed and finish your paper the following morning. You were hopeless. Sleep was necessary, no matter how ahead you wanted to get on homework.

The party outside was still in full swing, but you were used to that by now. Your dorm was known to have the best parties in the campus and tonight was a Thursday. Tonight’s party was a prelude to tomorrow’s they said, but that didn’t make it any less rowdy than any other rave.

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voltron characters as things i have heard people actually say in my ap classes part two:

sendak: “i would willingly stab out my own eye with this pencil if it means i look more badass”

haxus: “sometimes i just look at myself in the mirror and think ‘holy shit i’m so attractive’ or ‘who the fuck dragged this piece of shit out of the garbage’ and there’s just no in between”

thace: “sometimes i sigh so loud that i’m genuinely surprised my lungs aren’t catapulted from my chest cavity”

prorok: “wow can you believe you get to breathe the same air as me ??? you must be blessed *finger guns*”

rolo: “wanna hear about the time i saw jesus after mixing four shots of caffeine with two red bulls and a redline ??? lol i don’t know how i’m alive either but i got my essay done in like twenty minutes”

nyma: “i got an 89 on the last essay and a 36 on the one we just got back and all i can say is get you a girl that can do both”

shay: “*shoving cloth into her bag from the theater department* i keep telling everyone that i own cats but it’s a lie. its a dirty dirty lie these are for the raccoons that visit my backyard. i also buy cat food for raccoons can you believe the predicament i’m in”

kolivan: “bitch i would punt you into the sun no hesitation”

ulaz: “my life is the bee movie except every time someone says ‘essay’ i die just a little more inside”

antok: “everyone says i’m a chill guy but my life is crashing down around me and my internal monologue is one giant keyboard smash on caps lock *takes sip of coffee*”

2x08 “Love is A Devil”

Trigger Warning /// Some mention of self harm and s***ide attempt.


Some thoughts.

- Alec standing up for Magnus and their relationship was honestly a giant breath of fresh air even to go as far as to point out the “ignorance” in some shadowhunter traditions, I was 100000000% here for that. And it’s a step in the right direction to Alec recognizing the giant flaws in the system and even within himself.

- Luke standing up for himself & the downworld. IM SO SAD there was only one Luke scene this episode it sucked so fucking much but I’m glad it was a scene of him cussing out Clary and Jace atleast. But Luke is such an important character. Honestly, Luke Garroway is the backbone of this show, so I fucking hope they know that and know that we wont settle for one luke scene a fucking episode -_-

- The way Max acted around Magnus on the balcony was not what I pictured, it was kind of rude but this also goes to show that IGNORANCE IS TAUGHT, Max probably thinks that Magnus is the reason his parents fight so much because he doesn’t hear the other stuff, the way Alec looked at Max and then Maryse in the balcony scene, it’s like he was catching on to what was being taught to the young shadowhunter, I hope we get a Magnus/Max redemption scene one day after he’s learned more. 

- Magnus’ cat eyes reveal to Alec and Max, not what I pictured again. But at least we got to see Alecs peak of curiousity when he showed them, sad about Max’s reaction again hopefully we get a redemption scene. But the way his facial expression changes when he drops the glamour he even clenches his jaw, it’s the little things.

- I also loved Jace sticking up for Magnus in that scene “We don’t talk to our friends like that, apologize to Magnus.” it was a nice touch. I didnt really see the whole point of the way he treated Magnus earlier in the episode like for some reason he thought Alec was just a fling for him??? hello? have you seen the way Magnus acts around Alec? He would probably die for him only having known him maybe 2 months now?? Like I said didnt see the point but I’m glad Magnus cleared that up and the smile they shared at the end was very pure, they bonded over their mutual dis taste for Maryse for a moment. 

- Raphaels back story (a little bit of it) was nice to hear. He’s a very important character and there’s so much to know about him. 

- Izzy & Raphael, not here for it at all. We’re not even gonna talk about the self harm to get Raphael to drink her bood because I am very sad. This entire storyline has just felt so misplaced to me including the yin fen, like it’s just weird. But hopefully next week is a sign that people are gonna finally notice and help her or maybe she’ll ask for it? I don;t know. 

- Clary & Simon, no. Hard pass. This made everything so weird. They’re best friends?? like Clary didn’t even notice him in that way until an episode ago? This was forced for book fans and it’s very obvious, let’s hope it doesn’t last long.

- Alecs storyline this season has been very sad for the most part he’s self harmed to make emotional pain go away by not healing himself, and now this he was brought to the edge because the things he’s been thinking inside his own head became reality for him and that scares the living hell out of me. Because even at the end when Clary finally reassured him that she didn’t blame him. The look at the end, he doesn’t forgive himself, he literally attempted suicide on top of Magnus’ apartment building, I hope with all my heart this is a storyline they follow through with by not brushing wth just happened under the rug, Magnus needs to say something or Jace even like it’s not ok and Alec is not ok.

- Jace saying “mom” when Magnus took the spell away, my heart shattered into 10 million pieces on the ground. 

- Magnus’ badassery. YES THANK YOU!! Magnus owned this episode seeing how powerful his magic is even just by simply putting up his wards not even breaking a sweat to fighting with Iris, she was literally running from him because she knew how powerful he really is. And that’s what i’ve been waiting for, it revived this episode aLOT for me, I sooooo look forward to more Magnus fight scenes, I T WAS SO BADASS. I love love love how theyve deepend Magnus made him more emotional and real and vulnerable but I also want people to realize that you can be all of those things and still be powerful AF. It was nice to see the high warlock of brooklyn kick some ass and once again save the shadowhunters, nothing new to see there.

- Little Max got runed and i’m proud of him but we need to teach him a thing or two man cause he wasn’t the sweet max I remember.

- Maryse was just awful to Magnus and so racist towards downworlders it makes me sick??? How she treated Magnus was NOT ok and the end of this episode better mean a redemption storyline on her part. I tried realllllllllly hard not to feel bad for her but I honestly did, maybe i’m just soft but Nicola DID THAT SCENE and I felt for her. But it doesnt change the facts that she and her shadowhunter friends have A LOT to learn. 

Now let’s talk the 2x09 promo.

- Alec is blaming Magnus for him not saying something about Izzy, why am I not suprised??? He didn’t fucking know what the fuck, why are we doing this??? They’re gonna fight and then WATCH they wont make ammends til ep 10 probably when Alec gets locked in the institute.

- Also Alec’s gonna hit Raphael possibly IN FRONT Of Magnus and I can’t imagine that’s going to be good because Raphael is like Magnus’ son so 

- Maia may or may not be after Clary but she will transform next episode, i’m excited for more Maia she’s one of my favorite characters this season!!! But I just hope she’s not trying to kill Clary, I know she’s gonna be scared though :(

- Clary jfc cant catch a break, she has all these downworlders probably after her when and if they find out about her blood but the end with Simon holding her, IM SAD but good things stills exist and we know she makes it through, 

Oh man. Well, let me know thoughts and stuff.  

Accidents Happen *** Part 4/??

Summary: The reader and Bucky have been very close friends, best friends if you will, since they were young. Even now that they are finally in their last year of college, the two are still tied to the hip. When Bucky stops at her house after partying a little too much a secret is revealed. Will this secret bring them closer to tear their friendship apart?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Peggy (Mentioned)

Warnings: Angst, language (the usual)

Word Count: 1970

A/N: SO… this is definitely not a drabble so we’ll just call it a mini-series! Anyways… Good luck… that’s all I’m going to saw… Have fun!

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Your lip quivered as you lifted a ball fisted into the air. You breathing was fragile, short and quick then deep and slow. You knocked on the door, the feeling of the coarse wood ridges beneath your knuckles leaving behind a slight red mark on your skin.

Thoughts ran through your head like a rampage, creating the worst scenarios and trampling down any positive ones that had stood in their way. Your face contorted into an expression of anxiety. “This was a bad idea. I-I can’t do this.”

As you were about to turn around and pretend as if you had never come in the first place, the door opened. “Hey.” Bucky’s lips curved into a charming smile. He didn’t even have to try. Dammit Bucky! You literally make this so damn hard.

“Hello?” Bucky sang, dragging out the ‘O’ as he waved a hand in front of your face, “Earth to (Y/N).” Your eyes widened as you sucked in a breath, “Yeah… Uhm, sorry. Can I come in?”

Bucky’s eyes lit up as a laugh fell from his lips, “Yeah. Steve went out with Peggy just a while ago.” You flashed a smile as you sat down on the sofa in front of the T.V.

You looked around the apartment. It was a typical men’s apartment. Decked out in sports team merchandise and pizza boxes littering the table that was set in the dining area along with a few empty beer bottles.

Bucky stepped into the kitchen, grabbing himself a beer and a glass of water for you. “I know how much you hate beer. So I saved you from having to force it down.” He winked sarcastically. “Oh! You greedy bastard. What? Scared I’ll drink your whole supply?” You mocked, snatching the beer from his hand as he was about to lift it to his lips.

Bucky dropped his arm as he squinted at you. “That was the last one.” Bucky stuck his bottom lip out, whining as you took a sip from the bottle. You handed it back to him, your face scrunching up as you felt the burning sensation in the back of your throat as you gulped down the alcohol.

Bucky licked his lips as he took the bottle from you. He smirked, his eyes gleaming with pride, “That’s what I thought!” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at your best friend. Your smile fell as you came to the realization of why you were here in the first place.

This obviously didn’t go unnoticed by the man sitting just beside you. Bucky moved to sit closer to you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Bucky cooed, as he stared into your eyes and searched for an answer. Although, he was sure he already knew.

“It’s me. Isn’t it?” His smile was gone by now. You hated when he wasn’t wearing that stupid smirk or when those perfect teeth weren’t on display for the world to marvel at. Your mouth fell open as you tried to find the words you wanted to say so desperately. Where do I even begin to explain this? You thought as you fiddled with your thumbs.

“(Y/N), I’m begging you. What did I do?” he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he waited for you to say something, anything.

“Bucky, I… I don’t…” you ran a hand through your hair as you let out a sigh. “You don’t what? You don’t trust me?” Bucky gaped as his forehead furrowed, “(Y/N), I’m your best friend. Why are you hiding this from me?”

You flinched as he shouted. Yes, you had seen Bucky angry and the two of you had gotten into arguments in the past but he had never raised his voice. It definitely scared you, but at the same time, it enraged you. “Of course, I trust you! I’m just… I’m trying to figure out how to say this, Bucky!” You stood up as you barked at him.

Bucky did the same, laughing sarcastically as he gritted his teeth together, “That’s not what it seems like. Seriously, (Y/N)? You’ve been avoiding me all day. I know you don’t want me to know what the hell I said last night.”

You scoffed as you crossed your arms over your chest, “I have not been avoiding you! I promised Nat earlier this week that I would study with her. For fucks sake, Bucky! I came here right after. We didn’t even study before Clint came and swept her off her feet!”

“Don’t bullshit me. You were quick to get out of the apartment this morning and race off to class.” Bucky fumed with anger. His jaw clenched as his eyes appeared glossy. He was fighting back tears. Whether they were from anger, hurt or stress, he didn’t know.  All he knew what that he didn’t want to lose you.

“I had class! I’m paying for these classes! I can’t just do whatever I want!” You pinched the bridge of your nose. You paced around the living room of the apartment.

“Why won’t you tell me?” Bucky spoke softly, “Damn it, (Y/N)! I’m freaking out, okay?” Your eyes met his and you struggled to fight back the tears that began to run down your cheeks.

You let out a quiet whimper as you brought your hands up to your face to wipe away the fallen tears.

Bucky’s face fell into a look of fear and worry, “Doll… I’m-“

You shook you head, “No, Bucky. I’m afraid. I’m terrified. I want you to know. I want you to remember so fucking bad!” Bucky took a step towards you, “Then tell me. Please.”

You sank your teeth into your bottom lip to stop the trembles that were falling from your lips. “I don’t know how to!” Bucky pursed his lips together. “Just scream at me whatever it takes.” He pleaded.

You looked anywhere but him, “I’m horrified that if I tell you that you’ll leave me. I can’t lose you Bucky! You’re my best friend. You’ve been my best friend since we were younger. You’ve been a part of my life for so long that if you were gone… Bucky, I don’t know what the hell I would do!”

Bucky put his hands on your shoulder, “I don’t want to lose you either. I can’t lose you.”

“Bucky… you have to promise me something.” You said sternly, sniffling before you looked into his eyes. “Anything.” He nodded, desperate to solve everything.

“If I tell you, I’m going to walk straight out. You can’t come after me.” You forced a smile. Bucky’s eyebrows rose, “W-what? No! That’s stupid. I can’t do that! (Y/N) I’m not go-“

“Promise me.”

Bucky stared at you in disbelief as he slowly nodded, “Okay. I promise.”

“And don’t you dare interrupt me!”, Your breathing was shaky as you closed your eyes, heart racing out of our chest.

The brunette smiled tightly. He knew he would chase after you. He’d follow you anywhere, as cheesy as it was. You were the only stable thing in his life. He wasn’t going to let you go now.

You opened your eyes as you began to speak.

“I-I remember when I had my first heartbreak. I was thirteen years old. You were fourteen. I remember I had run out of the school, tears in my eyes. I sat down on the stair that led into the building. You came right after me. I was a sobbing mess and you took my hand, holding me close as you whispered sweet nothing into my ear. Trying to make me laugh every occasionally. It always worked.” You chuckled at the memory while Bucky smiled.

“You have always been there for me. Every heartbreak, every time I was upset, you were by my side. I don’t know where I would be without you. I’m so scared that I’m going to lose you Bucky. It didn’t take me long to realize it, but… I love you, Bucky. I’m so in love with you. James Buchannan Barnes. You stole my heart.”

Bucky’s smile had faltered by now and you were so sure he was freaked out.

“I have been in love with you for so long. Ever since we were just two kids in Brooklyn, but I just don’t want to lose you. You mean everything to me and a world without you, without my best friend, my first love, isn’t worth living in. I didn’t want to tell you because I was afraid that… if you knew you would freak out and leave me behind. You came in and I don’t think I’ll ever forget what you said.”

Bucky’s heart was racing. I said something stupid, didn’t I?

Bucky eyes were closed as his smile grew, “I can’t get her out of my head, man. It’s like a curse. Why does she have to be so damn perfect?” Your heart dropped as you hoped that he was talking about you. Why would he though? It wasn’t like he was wasted off his ass. He knew you were there with him. Bucky snickered as you took the glass form his hand before he lost his hold around it. “I have to tell you a secret.” Bucky’s eyes were barely open as his gestured for you to come closer, until his lips were pressed to you ear. “What is it, Buck?” You were smiling as he grinned like he was the happiest man on earth. He pointed a finger at you with a stern look, “You have to promise you won’t tell (Y/n).” You rolled your eyes, your heart pounding out of your chest. You shook you head, “Buck… I’m here.” He pressed a finger against your lips, “Don’t tell (Y/n).” You shook you head, “Bucky. Seriously I’m right h-“ Bucky clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your protests. He wore the biggest grin on his face. If he weren’t drunk, you’d smash you lips to his. “I can never seem to get away from her. Everywhere I am, she’s there. It’s a damn curse.” Your heart sank to the floor as tears welled up in your eyes. “Why does she have to be so perfect to me. I mean I know she’s not flawless but what the fuck? Is she trying to kill me? Steve, I’m so love with her it hurts. She literally all that’s on my mind! It’s insane! I can’t handle it anymore. Ever since the day I met her, I knew I was screwed. She was just so happy and pure… I knew I was gonna fall for her. I don’t know what to do… I’m going to go to sleep. That’s what I’m going do!” Bucky snorted, his eyes giving up on staying open. “I’m going to… I’m going to k- “

Bucky’s jaw fell slack.
“You said you loved me… I just I don’t want it be something you had just rambled about. I want you to have meant it but… I understand if you don’t. It’s okay.” You sniffled as you looked away from the man standing a few feet in front of you.

He was staring at you, his mouth hung open. He wanted to say something. He needed to. If he didn’t he knew he would screw this up.

“I-I have to go.” You whimpered as you turned to head out of the door, leaving a dumbfounded Bucky behind.

Bucky blinked a few times, processing the events that had occurred just moments ago. He squeezed his eyes shut before he groaned, “Fuck it.” Bucky ran out of the apartment, the only thing on his mind was you. By the time he had left the building, you were nowhere in sight. “Damn it!” He growled, tugging at his brown hair. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Please pick up. Please.”

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Every last breath

Its the breathing thats getting to me. I imagine that every breath feels far more important after you’ve nearly died multiple times from losing it trapped in a car.

Robert’s strong inhale of breath when he sees Aaron in the boot. Its so long, deep and drawn out like he can’t quite believe this is happening. 

Aaron’s “Yeah” to Paddy is like a breathless whisper in Aaron’s throaty voice like a quick gasp of relief, that finally, he’s found happiness. A realization almost, so contrasting to his panic attack, its like a sigh almost. Far more alike to his promise of “Yeah” in answer to the proposal.

Robert and Aaron standing shoulder to shoulder in the backroom both breathing in and holding their breaths. Taking a moment to breathe the same air together and hold on to remind them that they are alive together. After the crash in ssw I imagine their breaths are precious to them, so they are going to spend every last breath in each others company. 

The Dreams that Haunt us

Summary: You usually have nightmares after missions, but this one is worse than usual. Luckily, someone’s there to help you out.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1621 Words

Warning: Fluff, a bit of angst, nightmares, illness, very very slight gore, like it’s not even there

Notes: I wrote this in, like, an hour, so forgive me if there’s mistakes, I didn’t edit it. I also didn’t get to elaborate or create a good title, sorry! 

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

You sit up with a jolt, chest heaving with distress and terror. You’re sweating, beads of water dripping down your forehead. Your heart is racing, thumping rapidly within your ribcage. You glance cautiously around the dark room, eyes flicking and analysing every shadow and corner. Nothing seems to be replicated from your nightmare, so you take a deep breath, trying to control your breathing, taking in lungfuls of the cool air. Tears are still forming in the ducts of your eyes, leaking out in a most shameful way, especially for an Avenger like you. You can taste the saltiness on your lips, quickly swiping a hand over your lids.

You have nightmares after every mission, often haunted by the people you kill. You’ve gotten used to it, managing to snap out of it before the dream gets too serious. But this time, it was the worst it’s ever been. It felt so…real, it felt like you were in true danger, like you really were surrounded by viciousness. Yes, you were probably in danger every day of your life, but these nightmares took those fears and multiplied it by a hundred, creating a vividly terrifying sequence. You bite your lip, wincing as you recount your subconscious events.

Remembering that somebody else is in the bed, you look over to Bucky. Just a mere look at him makes you smile a little, heart rate slowing just a bit. His long, brown hair is fanned over the pillow, his gentle face turned towards you. You resist the urge to kiss his soft, pink lips, because then he’ll wake up, and you don’t want to disturb him. He used to have nightmares every single night, when he first came to the Tower. Once you two got together though, the amount of nightmares he had were reduced considerably, and instead, you were the one who got them more frequently. You liked to think that you helped him feel loved again, settling his subconscious in a haze of affectionate touches, kind kisses.

Suddenly, a sudden, sharp pain in your head brings you out of your thoughts. You flinch instinctively, bringing your hand up to your scalp to hold your head. Everything seems painful all of a sudden. You’ve gotten an illness recently, and it’s stubbornly not going away. Your panicked state emphasises the dryness in your throat, the cold shivering of your body and the constant, dull, throbbing pain in your mind. As well as the coughing and the feeling of being tired all the time. Reluctantly, you shift to swing your legs over the edge of the bed, trembling still. Your feet come in contact with the strangely freezing ground. Giving a hoarse, aching cough, your breath caught up, you shakily stand up. Your legs wobble underneath you, feeling unstable as you press a quivering hand against the bed. Agonisingly slowly, you make your way over to the bathroom, shuddering from the seemingly cold atmosphere. You feel like you could drop to the floor at any moment, swaying slightly. Your mind is so occupied with images and pain that you’re barely concentrating on walking. Finally, after what your mind imagines to be an hour, you stumble through the bathroom door, clutching the sink to gain stability. You don’t even look at the mirror, to see your wrecked face, streaked with perspiration and tears. Fumbling for a towel, you douse it in water, not even sure if it’s hot or cold. You rub it on your face, not able to keep in the coughs that escape your mouth. The towel doesn’t do much to give you any relief, but you’re able to rid your face of the liquid. Giving it one final rub, you throw the towel onto the rack. Your lungs feel like they’ve been drained of any oxygen, and you’re struggling to breathe. Closing your eyes, you focus purely on remaining calm, forcing your ill state into another area for a while.

Darkness, you can’t see anything. You can’t move, body stiff no matter how hard you try to shift them. You open your mouth to call for help, but no sound comes out. You try call for Bucky, but you can’t. Suddenly, you see a gleaming gun pointed straight at you, the barrel coated in thick, dark red blood. A resounding bang echoes through the…

Gasping, you snap open your eyes, stumbling back a little. Shaking, you struggle to forget the terrifying scene from your dreams. Red still stains your thoughts darkly, still but forever violent. It had felt like you were useless-whatever you did, nobody would come save you. You were alone. It was one of your greatest fears, being alone, stuck, and not being able to do anything about it. You can’t stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks again, coughing more roughly this time, it won’t halt unless you try your hardest. Your hand lands on a cough lozenge packet, ripping it open and sucking on them, the citrus taste filling your mouth instantly. Gradually, it subsides a little, but you’re still tormented by that terror, feeling like you couldn’t go back to sleep if that was what you would dream of. You’re scared to go back to bed, you don’t want to witness your worst fear again.

You don’t know how long you’re sitting there on the closed toilet seat, head dropped into your hands and hair hanging over your face in straggly locks. But then you feel touches to your knees, and, quivering, you look up. Your mouth drops a little at the sight of Bucky kneeling front of you, his hands around your legs kindly. His expression is screwed up with worry, stormy blue grey eyes wide with fret. His hair is mussed and tousled, the way you normally like it, but you’re too distressed at this moment to really notice it.

“Doll, what happened?” He asks softly, running his fingers over your bare skin.

You give a sharp cough, sucking in air as one of his hands move up to rest on your back. Tears blur your vision, forming quickly.

“I…I had…I had a nightmare…and I can’t stop…coughing and I…I feel so sick…” You rasp out, giving a small sob. “It…It was worse than…than any other nightmare I’ve…I’ve ever had…”

“Oh, sweetheart…” He breathes, metal hand brushing away the hair that sticks to your face.

He stands up and gently pulls you up from your seated position. He tugs you into an embrace and you go into it immediately, feeling safe and warm in his hug. His tall, broad figure makes you feel secure, but not trapped, like you’re being protected, but not imprisoned. You press your face into his chest, arms winding around his waist, keeping him close. You can’t help but break once you’re latched onto him, crying into his shirt, mixed with a few coughs that make your lungs feel like they’re on fire. He presses his mouth to your hair, pressing kisses over your scalp.

“Shh, I’m here darling, I’m right here, baby…I love you so much…It’s alright beautiful, we’ll get through this…it wasn’t real, it was just a nightmare…” He murmurs sweetly, warm breath tickling your skin lightly.

You relax considerably at his soothing words, collapsing against his strong structure, held onto tightly and carefully, like you’re a precious jewel. Pulling away only a bit, he takes a glass from next to the sink and fills it with cold water. Turning off the tap, he presses it to your mouth, tipping it slightly so the liquid flows down your throat. Water has never tasted so good to you, flooding your sore throat, relieving it of the dryness. Once you finish drinking it, he sets it down on the counter and pulls you back into the hug. He rubs circles over your back, giving it an occasional pat. His bionic hand moves up through your hair, weaving itself between your silky locks. The cool fingers scratch your head delicately, releasing some tension off your posture. It feels like a massage, the merest touch automatically loosening the knots in your muscles. You stay there for a while, arms wrapped around your love. Standing in the dimly lit bathroom, the horrible images steadily leave your subconscious, now alone with Bucky, and Bucky only.

“I…I think I can…I think I can try sleep now…” You whisper, the words muffled a little. You feel Bucky’s flesh hand touch your chin, bringing your face up to look him directly in the eyes. You could get lost in those eyes, they’re like a vast ocean that is filled with emotion but comfort as well.

“Are you sure?” He whispers back, leaning forward. You stand up on tip toe to meet his kiss, your chapped lips pressing against his smooth ones. It’s such a gentle kiss, just what you need right now-caring, kind and just relaxing.

You nod and he gives you a small smile. Before you can say anything, he hoists you up in a bridal style hold. You give a weak cry of protest, but you’re too tired to do anything about it. Pecking you on the lips again, he carries you out to the bed, where he puts you carefully down on the sheets. He climbs in beside you, arm wrapping around your hip and pulling you towards him so you lay chest to chest. As soon as he does this, you feel your eyes drift close, head buried in the clean pillows. He plants one more kiss on your forehead.

“Goodnight, doll.” He says softly.

“Goodnight…Bucky…” You trail off, dropping off into a calm sleep. With Bucky right next to you, keeping you safe even in your dreams, you don’t face any fears that night.

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ok :) 11&8 with gibbs ❤

11 - making out
8 - “I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anybody.”

Making out in Jethro’s basement wasn’t as glamorous as you thought it would be. It smelled strongly of sawdust, the wood dug almost painfully into your back, and it had quickly gotten a little hot; though, that could be blamed on the kissing.

And yet, you could deal with all of that, because Jethro was kissing you in his basement. Upon joining the team, this was something that completely came out of left field. Just a thing that happened without either of you planning on it.

The kiss broke, but only because your lungs were screaming for air. Jethro’s forehead pressed against yours as he tried to catch his breath, as well. But his eyes were locked onto yours; bright blues with smoldering, dilated pupils. His eyes made it a little harder to breathe. “I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anybody.”

The words fumbled out without your consent, but before you could say anything to take back what was just said, Gibbs just gave a smirk and leaned forward, capturing your lips in another kiss. And the passion coming from that kiss told you that he probably felt the same.

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What the hell. What the hell. What the hell.

I don’t know what’s happened.

I don’t know what’s happening.

I need a break.

I need a long break.

All these people, working like components of a well-oiled machine.

Working until they’re old.

Working by a schedule.

You didn’t oil me…. well maybe you did, but it didn’t do much cuz I’m one of those special fuckers.

The oiled ones look at me with hard expressions of brooding outrage, but I can’t control myself.

They ask me how I feel (mainly out of curiosity), but I say nothing. I say nothing because “nothing” is quite representative of the truth.

I feel numb.

I feel numb, and it’s okay. It’s better this way.

I promise numb is better than drowning in pain and clawing every breath out of the busy-ass air to feel a little less like a living waste of space.

One of the people that ask me things hold a pen. Her hand is poised and ready to document my thoughts, my breath, the patterns of the air that exits my lungs.

When I finish, she’ll nod and say “You’re a good sport.”

I don’t want my life to be a game.

These aren’t the fucking olympics.

I’m tired of sprinting to the finish line.

I need a break.

I need a long one.

I need forever.

Hey Sean,

The first time I ever saw one of your videos was way back when you had 2 million subscribers. It’s crazy to see how much the community has grown in such a short span of time. I’ve never interacted with anyone in the community until last year in October ( it’s a win in my book if I can make you laugh at my silly video clip :3) and I’ve never felt more accepted anywhere in my life. It was like a breath of fresh air.

You’ve helped push me to be the person I am today; because of this, I started a channel of my own and have successfully been building a community of love and acceptance. A safe haven for all.

@pastelmoon101 and I didn’t know how much of the community was going to jump on board with this little idea - but everyone has banned together to give back to you the endless care you have given us each day. This community is something special…everyone is so quick to support each other and preach the same love you do for us, even in the midst of everything that has happened. It’s truly inspirational.

Thank you for everything you’ve done. We all love you! <3

~ Ray 


Some old reserve had burst open in my body and I found that I was jogging with the rising sun. I lacked sleep, or really, felt no need for it and I plotted along hills behind my neighborhood turned newly green by recent storms.

Her call came and I made sure my earbud was well implanted in my ear. She asked where I was and I described the morning chill and she could tell by my breath and pace of talking that I was running again. I asked her where she was and she described the warmth of her bed and the dog hair shed everywhere on her pillow. She asked for a picture and I sent her one where you can vaguely make out the distant downtown structures miles and miles away hazed in the air of the basin. She sent me one back of her face half buried in her pillow and her dog nuzzling the space of her neck and shoulder in her dim and grainy room.

She said her sister was going to the doctor today. I nodded as if she could see. She said she was worried and this made me pick up my pace. She mentioned how much her sister was like me. All I could do was listen. I kept jogging. She said she missed me. And I picked up even more pace and told her I missed her too.

There was a moment when I stopped the jog before my home to stretch. I closed my eyes and felt all the images behind my eyelids kind of burn less and fade. I didn’t want to cave into the blue green lines and patterns I saw when I closed my eyes as I had been feeling lately. Instead, I felt all this air and space convect into me. In this sensation I reminded myself again in a whisper that I was here. I made a fist and released it. I said to myself that I exist. And I stretched my legs. I reminded myself to be good. I reminded I was okay.

Coffee Shop Kisses - Wonwoo

First kiss during a coffee shop date drabble with Wonwoo as requested by @spicadeservesbetter ! Hope you enioy and this is what you wanted ♥ (I would alsonlike to dedicate this to my fave Wonwoo stan @lil-nochu ily XD)

“You’ve been so busy lately, I thought we wouldn’t have a second date,” you confessed to your boyfriend of a month Jeon Wonwoo, holding onto his arm and huddling closer to his body as a brisk chill ran through the air. You suddenly regretted not wearing a thicker coat; it was still winter after all. He smiled softly down at you and wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you as close as he possibly could to his warm figure and sighing, watching his breath form white wisps in the winter wind.

“I know,” he murmured, regret tingeing his deep voice as he kept his gaze fixed ahead on the pavement you walked down together. “I’m sorry.”

“No don’t apologize!” you became somewhat frantic, feeling guilty for making him feel bad. “I understand. I’m just glad I can be with you now.” He smiled, eyes crinkling behind his wire glasses in the cutest way as he led you to a quaint little coffee shop situated in the corner of a pretty empty street. “Wow…” a gasp of mingled surprise and awe left your lips as you stepped into the building, the rich aroma of coffee immediately hitting your nostrils and warming all your senses. The interior was all chocolate and a creamy off white, with booths separated by glass dividers occupying most of the main area and smaller wooden tables for two people dotting around the edges by the large windows through which the morning sun shone. There weren’t many people inside and it felt warm and homely, and just being inside made you feel fuzzy and joyful. “It’s so pretty in here,” you hummed, choosing to sit opposite Wonwoo in one of the booths seeing as the sunlight was incredibly bright and would probably blind you. You already had Wonwoo for that. “I can’t believe I’ve never been before.” Wonwoo leant forward, propping his elbows on the varnished oak of the table and resting his chin on his hands, smiling gently at you as you continued to take in the aesthetic of the decor.

”I’m so glad you like it,” he replied in his husky voice, letting out a small huff of laughter as he looked around the establishment somewhat nostalgically. “I used to come here all the time in college. I remember I liked you a lot then too, I used to think to myself that if I ever worked up the courage to ask you on a date I’d bring you here.” His eyes gleamed with the reminiscence and your heart suddenly fluttered - the way he looked so adoringly at you made your cheeks flush hot. You didn’t know he liked you until he finally asked you out sometime last month, when his idol group were awarded a break after promotions. Your friends had called you oblivious, not even trying hiding their frustration but you could never understand why. Until now, as he gazed at you like you hung the stars, like you were all he ever wanted to look at; it seemed this was more than just a crush. A waitress sauntered over, lazy smile spreading over her plump lips as she saw you and Wonwoo exchanging fond looks and shy smiles.

“You guys are so cute!” she lilted, now beaming at you both as she took a small notepad and a pen from the small black apron encircling her thin waist. “Would you like anything to eat or drink?” You glanced at Wonwoo and he nodded, knowing you weren’t the best with other people, especially in situations like this.

“Just a regular coffee for me and…” he narrowed his eyes slightly at you; you’d frequented coffee shops together in the past as to study but it had been a while. “A caramel macchiato for the lady.” Attempting to hide the triumphant grin already tugging up the corners of your mouth turned out to be incredibly difficult - he remembered your favourite.

“Is that everything?” At Wonwoo’s nod she scurried back behind the polished bar and set about making your drinks.

“So how’s idol life treating you?” you questioned in a soft tone, playing with the tasselled ends of your thick scarf. He pouted slightly, trying not to blush too obviously as he cautiously moved one of the hands from his lap to lace his fingers with yours which sat atop the table.

“It’s nice, living out your dreams and all, but I barely get any time to see you which I hate.” he cocked his head to the side a little, eyes scanning every detail of your now rather pink face as if inspecting you. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to take you out.”

“I had somewhat of a clue,” you smirked, looking down at the table awkwardly before forcing yourself to look him in the eye. The deep brown orbs then looked so enamored yet amused by your timid manner, causing you to scratch the back of your neck bashfully. Breaking the awkward silence the waitress then came back with two steaming drinks and you both thanked her before turning your attention to them, hot and incredibly well made to say yours had a large heart drawn into the foam on top. You took a glimpse of the waitress who smiled proudly at herself before going back to cleaning the already shiny espresso machine. Wonwoo looked up at you, one hand supporting his jaw and the other reaching for the steel pitcher of milk which he slowly poured into the bitter beverage sat before him.

“So,” he coughed lightly, finally breaking the tension between you both as he moved onto shaking the contents of the small sugar packets into his drink. Usually he’d have it black but today he felt like the added sweetness. “Did you end up pursuing writing?” You grimaced a little, watching the thin silvery wisps of steam evaporate from the macchiato.

“Not… quite,” you mumbled thoughtfully. “I’m still trying to make it but at the moment I’m still focusing on studies,”

“I see…” his tone was distracted but his gaze was attentive which was mildly confusing, but you shrugged it off and took a small sip of your coffee, laughing at the foam that decorated your upper lip afterwards. He chuckled before reaching for his own coffee, looping two of his long fingers through the small and delicate china handle of the cup and bringing it to his lips. He blew ever so lightly on the hazelnut coloured surface as to try and cool it before taking a tentative sip, still watching you and listening to you talk. He recoiled immediately after the beverage touched his mouth, setting the cup back down on its saucer with an abruptness that startled you into silence. You frowned at him, concern etched onto your features as you raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Are you okay?” you asked, voice mellifluous and calm as your head tilted to the right. He gasped whilst nodding, furrowing his brows at you with a hopeless smile.

“Yeah sorry I just… wasn’t paying enough attention and burnt my tongue.” he exhaled slowly as you reached over the table and placed a finger on his chin, raising his eyes to yours. Suddenly bold you tried to fend off your smirk, him blinking with wide eyes as he waited for you to speak.

”Do you want me to kiss it better?” you whispered, watching him turn beet red with a somewhat gleeful smile despite still being shy yourself. Nevertheless he took the incentive and leaned in, careful not to upset either of the drinks as he placed one palm flat on the table and the other on your cheek and pulled you closer as to press your lips to his in a sweet and sincere first kiss. It was short yet the butterflies in your stomach lasted even when he pulled away, lips tingling and tasting slightly of coffee still as his lip curled into a bewildered grin.

”You know what? It still hurts.” he grinned with an overexaggerated shrug and laughed lightly, grazing your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb as he leaned in to kiss you again.

Hope you like! ♥

-Admin Belle


“Sorry,” Bucky says. “This is your spot, I’ll - ”

The archer, Barton, shrugs and drops down next to him, close enough to touch. He drums his heels against the giant glowing A and seems willing to share silence with him, which generous as they all have been is not something anyone else has been willing to let him have.

Bucky lets out a long breath after a second, fog drifting through the clear air. Barton cocks his head a little - unspoken signal he’s listening.

“I just - Steve keeps trying to fix me - ” he gestures, vaguely, in the air by his head, “and Tony keeps trying to fix me -” another gesture, this time with the metal arm - “and I just - ”

“Wanna make your own stuff work,” Barton finishes for him, and Bucky could kiss him, seriously, for getting that ‘broken beyond repair’ doesn’t mean useless, or done.

From the ghost-Loki-haunts-Steve fic, Just a Shadow Upon These Walls: 

The days continued to tick by. Almost every day Thor approached him with eager hope, only for Steve to shake his head, no, nothing. Dread settled in his stomach with the increasing certainty that he was never going to know what had happened, that whatever was left of Loki was just gone.

And then he woke up in the middle of the night to freezing cold air filling his lungs where Loki’s hands were wrist deep in his chest. Gasping and halfway to a panic Steve tried to shove him away only for his hands to go through Loki’s shoulders, fingers almost going numb. “Stop,” he wheezed. “Stop it, I can’t breathe-”

To his surprise, Loki pulled away. Steve bent over to take several deep breaths with his head between his knees, shivering, chilled all the way to his core. He glanced at Loki and found him frowning.

“You weren’t waking,” he said, voice sounding clearer and nearer than it usually did. Was that because he’d pulled enough energy out of Steve for it, or something else?

(Maybe being closer to dying for real?)

“Don’t do that,” Steve said, still trying to get his lungs to work. “Please. Don’t do that.”

  • Me: Ok, kitty cat... I need to breathe so I'm going to try very hard to take a deep breath and get my body the oxygen it needs without disturbing your sleeping body. Ready? *inhale*
  • Cat: *immediately runs away*
  • Me, gasping for air: No! I'm sorry! *cough* I didn't mean it! *cough* I promise I'll never breathe again! *gasp* please!!

You know it’s crazy. I never believed in love at first sight. I never believed in the sheer idea of it. It’s so unrealistic. How can you see someone and instantly decide you love them? The idea of it was absurd. I found it to be the most unrealistic thing.
That was, until I met you.
I would never dare to say it was love at first sight, but I will not deny I had strong feelings for you when I first saw you.
Something about you, it was just, different.
Seeing you was kind of like a breath of fresh air after working in a factory for 14 hours.
You were a goddess and I was unworthy to bask in your presence.
Every day when we’d pass, I’d take a small note of you. Things like a new haircut, or how you went back to your natural hair color, or how that pink shirt looked really good on you.
Somehow, I was given the opportunity of a lifetime when I met you, and it only made me fall for you even faster.
You were gentle, quiet, and so small.
I was so unworthy.
And yet, somehow you saw something in me, something that I didn’t see, and you saw that you had shared the same feelings for me that I had harbored for you for so long.
And now we’re here.
And I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
I don’t want that to change.


bronze &&. plot ideas

         take me to the garden of your ecstasy
make myself a headband from your fallen leaves
           woven in the fabric of your tapestry
          cover me in honeysuckle memories

in inceptum

        hesitation. a breath, the brush of a hand, skin on cloth and flesh against bone. so close there could be nothing between them at all. the unfathomable space between them, breached. he can hear evan’s heartbeat from here, soft and fast and the ba-dump of it is soothing, he can almost forget.

        quietly, a murmur in the air, a murmur on the breeze. it would lose itself in the wind, if a moment more passed. ‘may i?’ and he is so close, he is so close and it is unbearable, the breadth of a hair closer and his lips might find skin, a gaping chasm in the space between them. he has dreamt of this, he has thought of this, dreams of dim recollection, thoughts in darkness, and there is light spilling on them now, refracting from evan’s skin with a glow that makes him seem unearthly, lighting up all the dust motes in the air and they glitter like flecks of gold suspended in time. he has never felt this way before, he does not think he will ever feel this way again.


in medio

        laughter, stargazing at midnight, not looking at the stars but at each other, hands joined atop the rough stone and time spinning a cocoon for them, a halycon of endless laughter and endless love. the stars watch, the stars remember- the stars do not change and they watch the lovers as they kiss, as they make eternity for themselves in a moment. softness in every breath, softness in every echo between them, they are immortal and the world is nothing to them.

        them, and they leave themselves everywhere they go, in the trail of fingertips across a wall, in the uppermost bookshelf in that corner of the library, the smudge of ink on a page and the hollow under a tree where they had sat once. there is no place they have visited that does not linger with the memory of them, that does not remember them.

        ‘i love you’ and he falls asleep to it, to the thought of the countless days he will spend beside evan, saying it again and again until it is becomes the only truth in this reality they live in. i love you, and when he gets used to it it is no less soft, no less meaningful. love and their love is not one for legend, theirs is in all the small things, in the charred edges of toast and the laughter stuck to their teeth as they kiss, in the touches and the murmurs, the books left on shelves and the lingering scent in the upturn of collars and creases of vests. they love and their hearts brim and overflow with it.

finis est

        a stutter of breath, of movement. there are hands cradling his head and he’s gasping, there’s something wet in his lungs and it bubbles to his lips, so many words and they trap themselves in the wetness of his tongue. red from his sticky lips, broken and choked and he’s smiling, it’s the most real smile he’s showed anyone.

         he presses their foreheads together, skin on skin, so close they could almost be one shuddering, heaving entity, their souls touching, their bodies melding. he knows his sin is this, in painting evan red with his blood, in making them whole and leaving him behind. he breathes. he thinks he is eating evan’s heart out with the air between his teeth. and oh he is selfish, selfish to the very last and he would laugh if he could, take everything in the span of a moment and cram it all inside him, devour everything he can touch, everything he cannot. do not forget me, do not forget me, i love you, goodbye.

anonymous asked:

Nico tried to take a longer breath, but it hitched and got caught in his throat, turning into a sob instead. "I need it- I just- let me use them-" He tried, but couldn't get more than a few words out each time. Nico tried to slow his breathing unsuccessfully a few more times before Will's calm 'in' and 'out's along with the hand on his back finally helped him get enough air in to fill his lungs and almost completely empty them. After a long, defeaning silence, Nico spoke. "Can I just use them?"

Will sighed, and though Nico couldn’t see it, ran a hand through his hair. “Nico, I think you know how I feel about that. I think you know what I’m going to say.” Will felt Nico’s muscles tighten under his palm, and he tried to push in some soothing healing as subtly as he could. “Binding with a regular binder is already dangerous. I know that you’re really uncomfortable,” at that he handed Nico back the large sweater, almost like a peace offering, “but I promise you that wrapping that bandage across your chest isn’t going to make you feel better. It’s going to make your chest hurt a lot worse and it’s going to make it really hard to breathe.” Will slowly held his palm out next to Nico. “Can I have the bandage please?”

makingthegrintgrunt  asked:

Radio Silence by Alice Oseman has meant so so much to me in terms of representation. Having a bisexual woc narrator made me cry. I've never connected so much to a character before, though I had read a few books with bi characters before. There's also canonical asexual rep and gay and lesbian characters and ohhh jeez it just made me finally feel something. I've been reading books without anyone like me in them for so long. It was such a breath of air.