want to hug his shoulders

BTS’s reaction to their s/o having a PDA addiction:

💌 requested by @pastelxxwitch (your English isn’t bad at all, sweetie!)

A/N: As I mentioned before, I don’t write NSFW, but hopefully I was able to do this request justice. I made it super fluffy. Hope you enjoy it, loves~ 💖

Jin: You have a problem, you know you do. It’s too much - you always go too far. But when you get the urge to cuddle your boyfriend over a respectable family dinner, it’s not something you can easily dismiss. He’s looking so handsome, serving stew to his mother, sleeves rolled up, shirt damp with sweat and kitchen steam - less like a boyfriend, more like a husband. A husband that needs a barrage of hugging and kissing as punishment for being so drop-dead gorgeous.

As he sits down opposite, you give him a look – the look – to let him know what’s up. He doesn’t get the hint at first, so you inch your toes across the wooden flood until you find his shape under the table, and give his leg a nudge with your foot.

His eyes flicker to yours, brows raised in amusement. You’ve been together long enough to understand what his silent signals mean. Translation: “So, playing footsie is a thing we do now?”

You rub your foot up and down the inside of his calf, smiling at him through half-lidded eyes. Translation: “Yes, it’s a thing we do. Starting now.”

Jin looks you up and down, totally distracted now. You’re winning. Just a little more, and he’ll bend to your will. With one last brush of your toe against his trouser leg he stands up, displacing his glass of water, so that a few drops spot the table. “I just remembered that there’s a bottle of wine I forgot to open. Y/N, come and help me get the wine glasses.”

That’s your cue to leave, following him to the kitchen for an emergency make-out session:

“Was there a reason you desperately needed to disrupt our family dinner?”

“You were looking unfairly handsome,” you reply, “You needed to be punished.”

“With kisses?”

“The worst type of punishment.” You kiss him to prove you mean it.

Originally posted by jinmini

Yoongi: Well, this is new.

Normally, you have to beg Yoongi for hugs in public – pulling on his sweater sleeves, pulling on his hair, pulling on his ragged ends with pleas of “Please, Yoongi. Please.” Then he’d roll his eyes, shuffle closer and drape you in his warmth, with an arm around your shoulder while he mumbled about how embarrassing you are.

But today - today is different. And you certainly aren’t complaining.

Pressing his nose into your neck, pulling you closer, his hands fall around your waist, reaching down until they find leverage in the back pockets of your jeans. Without you asking; without him kicking and screaming and making a fuss about it.

You have to pull back a fraction to check his cheeks, which burn pink, just to make sure this is definitely your boyfriend and not some weird, alien replacement.

“What?” he demands.

You shake your head, and curl your arms around his neck. “Nothing… I just though you didn’t like cuddling in public.”

“I don’t.”

“Then what do you call this?”

He burrows deeper, pressing his face into the fabric of your shirt. “I call this an emergency.”


He nods. “I was running low on hugs.”

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Hoseok: You fidget anxiously. It’s been three hours, fifteen minutes and nine seconds since your last cuddle with Hoseok, and you’re beginning to feel cold already – what you need right now is a hug, or a hand in your hand, anything really, you’re not picky. But in the middle of the supermarket, mid weekly shop, isn’t the best place or time to tackle your boyfriend. Still, his back is looking exceptionally inviting underneath that tight-fitting t-shirt, just asking for you to snatch him up as he stretches up to reach a cereal box on the highest shelf.

As he turns back to toss the box in the shopping trolley, he pauses, eyeing you up and down, and that’s when you realise you’ve been biting your lip all this time, making heart-eyes his way. Not so subtle.

“What?” he asks, although he knows exactly ‘what’.

You press your palms onto the trolley’s handle and push it in his direction so the metal frame bumps against him. “Don’t ‘what?’ me.”

His response is a chuckle. “Is it that bad? You need me that much?”

You nod, and he licks his lips, before glancing up and down the aisle. There’s no one about. A motion of his hand is all the invitation you need to dive into his arms, and drown him in kisses, hidden by the shelves of biscuits and crisps.

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Namjoon: “Namjoon, I need a hug.” You hold your arms out to your boyfriend.

“What why? Are you feeling okay?” As usual, Namjoon’s brain is spinning with possible reasons for this sudden request. Are you down? Depressed? Feeling lonely or anxious? Whatever it is, Namjoon’s ready to hug it away, even if you are in the middle of the main street.

You just shake your head at his concern, your smile stretching fondly. “Nothing’s wrong. I just love you. And I want a hug.”

That’s all you need to say. Namjoon’s face relaxes, his shoulders sag, and he breathes a sigh of relief. A hug for love’s sake. Of course. In one step, he’s by your side, wrapping his arms around your waist – not because it’s raining in your heart, or the sky above you is crumbling down, or the very fabric of the Earth is fraying. But just because you wanted it.

And you also – “Was that the first time you said that you love me?” he asks.

“I think it was.”

“Well. I love you too.”



Originally posted by bangthebae

Jimin: You have a new hobby: embarrassing your boyfriend in front of his friends.

Jimin, who’s normally more snuggly than your bed on a rainy Monday morning, forgets all about your habitual cuddling when he’s with his group, keeping his distance instead, and getting jumpy when you brush against him.

Now that you’ve figured out how much power you possess – with him pleading “please – not so much PDA while I’m around my friends, I need to keep some semblance of my masculinity”, and you cooing back “sure thing, my squishy mochi” – it’s time to wreak some havoc.

The next time you’re at Taehyung’s house, you decide to put your plan in motion, pouncing on Jimin and tackling him to the couch. This should be fun.

“What are you doing?” His cheeks rise a couple of shades of red.

“Just cuddling like we normally do, mochi-wochi,” you purr, settling yourself in his lap.

The other boys burst out laughing at your actions, while Jimin squirms underneath you, trying to wriggle free. But it’s no use. Cuddling is serious business to you, and there’s no way you’re letting him go.

Sighing, he surrenders, and with his masculinity in shreds, he kisses your cheek as a form of peace-keeping. “Alright you win,” he mumbles, “Just, please, no more ‘mochi-wochi’.”

Originally posted by minblush

Taehyung: You and Taehyung are tied together by the heartstrings. You have a connection that you can’t quite explain, and somehow, you both seem to know exactly when the other’s craving touch - feelings so in sync, Taehyung needs you exactly when you need him.

Today is no exception. You’re sitting in a café with Taehyung, smiling stupidly-in-love over ice-cream sundaes, when all of a sudden you need – need – to cuddle with him, or your heart might seize up.

Without a word, without warning, you slip out of your seat, and rounding the table to Taehyung’s side, wrap your arms around his shoulders.

He twists his neck to gaze up at you, brown eyes blinking. “You alright?”

“Yeah. I just really needed a hug, all of a sudden.”

“Good, me too.” He grins, and you duck your head down for a kiss on his unsuspecting lips.

With a smooth motion, he slides his chair back, making room for you to sit on his lap, which you’re more than happy to accept, and from this perch you have easy access to his triple-chocolate knickerbocker glory.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Taehyung scoffs, as you lick chocolate sauce off his spoon, “You only like me for my desserts?”

“Opps. Exposed,” you laugh, and Taehyung leans in to peck a stray speck of chocolate from your chin.

When you kiss back again, he shivers below you, body responding before he can control it. Forgetting the café around you, the hustle and bustle of baristas and customers, you and Taehyung melt into each other like the ice-cream in your bowl.

Originally posted by buisually-appealing

Jungkook: Jungkook doesn’t like cuddling in public. It’s something you learnt about him a long time ago, on your first date in fact, sharing secrets with a game of ’20 questions’ - when he said ‘I’m embarrassed to touch in public’ you had almost ended the relationship then and there. How were you – one of the clingiest, touchy-feeliest people on the planet – going to cope with a guy who melted into a blushing pile of mush any time you so much as brushed fingers in public. Even when you got him to hold your hand, murmuring ‘Look, see? No one minds, no one’s looking,’ he’d still stay as stiff as steel, and snap your fingers apart when anyone so much as glanced in your general direction.

Thankfully, you had discovered a way to combat the problem, crafting the perfect date for you and your boyfriend – a public place where you could touch to your heart’s content, without Jungkook shying away from the eyes of disapproving grannies and curious children: a magical place called the cinema.

Seated in the back row, you can share a bag of popcorn and as many kisses as you want, without fear of being watched. With everyone else transfixed on the film, you and Jungkook can devote yourselves to each other. As the movie heroes strike out on quests to discover new lands, you explore new parts of Jungkook, acquainting yourself with every centimetre of exposed skin: cheeks, neck, knuckles, the inside of his wrists, any part he gives. He relaxes in your arms, and watching him unfurl for you is better than any film – he is your masterpiece, better directed that Steven Spielberg. In the dark of the cinema, you fall in love.

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

! I did not make the gifs !

anonymous asked:

Team gets back from a mission where Peter's gf got really badly hurt so she's taken straight to the med wing, and Tony sees how terrified Peter is and just silently opens his arms to him bc "this is a hug, this time"

Peter watched helplessly as the stretcher bearing your unconscious body was wheeled out of the Quinjet. Bucky, who was like a big brother to you, squeezed him on the shoulder briefly before jogging after you to the medical wing. Peter wished he could do the same, but his legs were frozen to the spot.

It was all his fault. He had let the adrenaline of the battle make him reckless and in doing so he had let his guard down, giving the enemy a perfect shot at him. Upon noticing this, you used your powers to divert the spray of bullets with no thought as to where they would land. Peter could still hear your gasp of pain and shock as they landed in your torso.

Tears streamed down his cheeks silently, cutting tracks through the grime and blood coating his skin. He wanted to scream, to hurt someone, but his body refused to listen to him so he stood in the middle of the landing strip, eyes seeing nothing.

Tony limped off of the Quinjet, tearing his eyes away from the puddle of blood on the floor where your stretcher had been positioned. Forcing himself to look elsewhere before he could vomit, his eyes landed on Peter, who was now staring back at the Quinjet with unfocused, tear-filled eyes.

The older man’s heart ached; he had dragged Peter into this. He’d watched him fall in love with you and you with him, both of you blissfully ignorant of the dangerous way you lived. If Tony had just let you both be, hadn’t forced you both to grow up and bear the world on your shoulders before your time, you wouldn’t be fighting for your life and Peter wouldn’t be so lost.

Peter’s eyes finally focused on his mentor as the sound of his boots on the landing strip broke through the chaos in his mind. He wanted to hug him, to cry onto his shoulder and break down because that’s what your father figure is supposed to let you do, isn’t it? But Peter stood his ground, because Tony had made it clear before that he was no such figure.

His heart skipped a beat as Tony opened his arms to him silently.

A sob burst from the young boy’s lips as he fell against Tony, clinging to the front of his shirt as his shoulders shook with crying. The older man rubbed his back soothingly, mumbling unintelligible words of comfort to him.

“I can’t lose her,” Peter whispered desperately. “I can’t-,”

“You won’t,” Tony promised, tears making their way down his own cheeks. “I won’t let you lose her, Peter.”

As he stood in his arms, Peter began to believe him.

Remember Me: Part 1

A Bucky x Reader / Drabble Series

A/N: This is something that just came into my brain literally today, and I got inspired so I decided to write the first part. Bucky is not in this (yet) so I don’t want to trick anyone, but he will be. You’ll see! Let me know if you like it, and if you want me to continue. I love hearing from you all! ♥

Other Characters: Steve

Word Count: 1,000

- language.
- mild violence.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

It was so dark. Sounds of falling debris and chaos surrounded you, but you didn’t care. You were too tired to move a muscle, too tired to fight back.

Let it burn. Let it all fucking burn…

“Do you know where you are?” a faint voice yelled from somewhere behind your closed eyelids. Your ears were ringing so loudly, you couldn’t place the exact location.

“Hell…” you whispered to yourself, unsure if the talking person had even heard you.

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anonymous asked:

u tagged that one post about touch starvation on ur other blog as “spock” and now i can’t stop thinkin bout it,, spock pressing his knee into jim’s under the table bc he’s /allowed/ to touch, spock curling into hugs so he’s surrounded as much as possible, spock having a mini breakdown whenever jim’s arm brushes against his bc was-it-intentional-or-am-i-imagining-things-again-oh-god-i-want-him-to-hug-me-or-maybe-just-put-his-hand-on-my-shoulder anyways!! i have a lot of feelings, ty for ur time

This is an Attack

Valentine's Day special + Hinata, Tendou and Iwaizumi ♥

I feel like I wrote it just, because I wanted to write something for my favourite characters. You’re welcome.

Hinata Shouyou 

‘’Okay guys, we do as we established before. When s/o comes through the gym door, we turn the light on and then Hinata confesses. No one laughs, no one talks. You are just smiling like nice and supportive teammates - you are. Understood?’’ Koushi stated, smiling kindly at every one of them, but something about the way his face twisted was saying that refusal would do them nothing good. So they all nodded happily, already regretting coming to the school that day. 

Tsukishima was fuming inside, not being able to throw any snarky remark, because of his vice-captain earlier threat, that if one of them destroys Hinata’s special day - they will be met with terrible consequences. 

Kageyama didn’t understand the situation at all, going along with the plan and avoiding his growing disappointed, caused by the declination of practice. 

Tanaka and Nishinoya..were just themselves, stressing the poor orange head more and more as the seconds passed by. 

Asahi just sighed. 

‘’This is going to be a disaster.’’ However, the door opened, revealing their captain - Sawamura Daichi. 

‘’I saw her! Turn the lights off and get your shit together! You better do it right! H-HINATA STOP CRYING!’’ They did as they were told, giving Hinata some tissues as he slowly caught his breath. He was finally ready. After two long minutes, a crack of the door was heard in the whole gym and then it was thrown open. Shouyou, who couldn’t stand the pressure, closed his eyes and hold the red rose in front of his shaking figure. Soon the lights were on and it was the time for the final words. 

‘’I-I really liKE YOU! WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?!’’ He screamed at the top of his lungs, with his eyes still tightly closed. Everything around him was dead silent and he couldn’t tell whether it was good or bad. In the end, he decided to open one of his eyes to see your - probably stunned - reaction. He wasn’t prepared for what he saw. 

His coach was looking at him with raised eyebrows, before his palm met his forehead as the snickers of his teammates filled his ears. 

‘’Well, I appreciate your feelings Hinata, but I think we do not..eh..belong with each other. Try again in the future.’’ When these words left Keishin’s mouth, small tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. Everyone stopped making noises for a second and then Hinata erupted. 

‘‘I-I tried so hard! I was confessing everyday to my mirror just to say it right! And now my chances are gone! S/o will never go out with me, I can just die in a hole!’’ He wailed, hot tears running down his cheeks one by one, imitating waterfall. 

And when Sugawara wanted to hug the death out of Hinata, allowing him to cry on his shoulder and ensure that he will have millions of chances, your head popped out behind Ukai’s back. 

‘’Thanks Shou-kun, it means a lot to me. Let’s go out!’’ And that was the time, the small, overwhelmed with emotions crown - fainted. Happy and satisfied, just to be sure. 

Originally posted by pidor-ismyyobidashi

Tendou Satori 

‘’Hi s/o! What a beautiful day, isn’t it?’’

‘’What do you want Satori?’’ You replied to his greeting with an ugly frown and unsettling feeling in your empty stomach.

‘’So harsh! Why do you assume I want something?’’ He gasped theatrically, squeezing his shirt in the place of the heart. Acting obviously, wasn’t his strongest point, he should just stick to the volleyball. No offense.

‘’Don’t try to lie, we’ve known each other for years, idiot. You always want something. It’s as obvious as the fact that we will die.’’ Ignoring his opening mouth, you went to your destination - hoping he would not follow you, but he did shortly after. 

‘’So depressing, I feel like we are kids again! And it’s not true, you can’t just assume that whenever I talk to you I need a favor! But this time I really need something.’’ Yeah, his smile announced something bad or even worse. 

‘’Shoot while I’m still listening. And make it quick.’’

‘’So, Valentine’s Day will be soon and I thought it would be nice if you go out with me.’’ He asked, giving you a sincere smile at which you frowned even harder. That was rather unexpected. He? Interested in you?

‘’To where?’’ You asked, groaning internally. He was a very puzzling person, who could be not only annoying, but also unbearable especially in the morning. And not to mention you were short-tempered. It explained everything tbh. 

‘’Restauration. And a walk. Or first walk and th–’’

‘’No.’’ You interrupted him angrily - rejecting his offer, but for a different reason that he thought you did. 

‘’Oh..-’’ His face twisted in the pained expression, not visible for ordinary people to see, but since you were his friend for a long time - you knew him pretty well. ‘’Okay, then.’’ He turned to walk away from you, but you quickly caught his wrist in your warm hand. 

‘’But-’’ You hold onto his slightly trembling fingers now. ‘’We can go to my or your place, watch stupid videos and movies and talk shit about people. What do you think?’’ He smirked.

‘’Marry me.’’

Originally posted by celtie

Iwaizumi Hajime

Your first two lessons ended pretty quickly, but a lunch break was nicely welcomed, anyway. After standing up from your seat, you stretched legs and headed towards Oikawa’s class, because of his previous invitation to eat with him and Iwaizumi. In a normal situation you would decline and spend time with your own friends, but the fact that Hajime was there made the decision for you.

When you finally saw them sitting next to each other and fighting heatedly, but rather silently - you only smiled at them, ignoring the painful throbbing in your chest upon seeing your crush. 

What do people tend to say? You only live once, yes? Well, no - it’s bullshit. You still were stressing yourself over and felt like you were dying. Every thought hurt not only mentally, but also physically, however, you promised Oikawa to spend time with them and keeping your promises was a priority in your life.

‘’Hey guys!’’ They immediately stopped talking (poor Tooru, silenced with the hit in the stomach), after they saw your approaching form. You smiled and they smiled back, but on the brunet’s face it looked more like a grimace. 

‘’H-hey s/o-chan! Sit next to Iwaizumi!’’ He stumbled, pointing at the empty seat beside his very flustered teammate. 

‘’Okay, is there something wrong? You were arguing just a minute ago.’’ Your curiosity got the best of you as always. 

‘’Ah! Iwa-chan has been just bitter, because I didn’t mention you were coming!’’ He joked, looking kind of better than he was. Although, his words stung just a little bit. 

‘’I can leave if you..’’ You looked at Iwaizumi, trying your hardest not to frown, but despite your greatest fears his face didn’t show anger like you expected, but astonishment. 

‘’N-nO! I WAS JUST SURPRISED, THAT’S ALL!’’ He bowed slightly. ‘’Please stay with us, sorry.’’ His nervousness made you laugh and remember why you fell for him once again. It’s so hard to resist such a precious person.

‘’Thanks! Sorry for misunderstanding!’’

The rest of the break went smoothly, well almost. Life just didn’t want to leave you alone and let you be happy even for one day. One freaking day.

’Soooo—-S/o-chan! Iwa-chan has an important question to ask you! He’s been thinking about it for a while now and I couldn’t stand it anymore!’’ Oikawa laughed loudly, showing how proud of himself, he was, but he was the only content on in your group. Your mind sank into stress again and Iwaizumi’s face showed terrifying, or even devilish furiousness. 

‘’What are you talking about, you jerk?’’ He uttered, which sounded more like a promise to kill and that nasty glare he sent Oikawa confirmed your thoughts.

’Oh, don’t be so shy! He wanted to ask you out, of course!’’ Let’s just say you stopped breathing.

‘’What the fuck? That’s not true! I would neve–’’ And then he looked at your face, twisted in a great sadness with glittering tears in your eyes. It wasn’t the fact that your crush wasn’t interested in you, you were aware of it, but the whole situation was completely humiliating to you and disappearing from their eyes and avoiding them forever was a rather great idea.

‘’Iwa-chan!’’ Tooru screamed, what was only a fainted sound for your running form. You hoped to never see any on those two again.

‘’Wait!’’ Someone, who you assumed was Iwaizumi shouted, but you ignored him. ‘’Waitt, dammit!’’ Thanks to his athlete build, he managed to run up to you and caught your wrist.

’Leave me alone!’’

‘’I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it!’’ He apologized, but you were having none of it.

‘’Yeah, right.’’

‘’I LIKE YOU, OKAY?’’ Your eyes widened and you finally looked at him, only to see he was avoiding your gaze. ‘’I do, really. I wanted to ask you out, but not in front of that stupid shi–I mean Oikawa. I know I treated you like an asshole just a second ago, but I hope you can look past it and I don’t know, give me a chance?’’ And then your eyes meet and the only thing you registered was nodding your head and his warm lips on your forehead.

Originally posted by vktvr

“You look beautiful” Harry says and gives you a tired smile. You walk over to the bed and give him a long lingering kiss. “Thank you gorgeous. You were amazing last night” you say, running your hands over his shoulders. “Want round two?” Harry smirks and hugs you from your hips. “I need to get ready” you say, Harry’s hands slide off of your hips and you start walking over to the bathroom. Harry just sighs and his naked body falls back to the duvet.

anonymous asked:

you know what's fucked up? im probably never gonna get a phil hug but dan gets to hug phil whenever he wants and bury his face in phil's shoulder and breathe him in and feel his warmth what the fuck

shut THE FUCK up

yorulun  asked:

Hey, hope it's not too late for another JonDami Like Soulmate au. People gets their matching soulmark when they reached 18 but Damian didn't get any when he reached 18. He tried not to show he was upset because he had always love soulmate tales. But when Jon turned 18, he finally received his that matched with Jon. It looked like Kryptonian's mate only receive their mark if their pair reached 18. So I'm imagining some angst. But Jon is still there with him without knowing he is the soulmate.

Yo bro, here ya go. (Oh my fucking god, I sound like Sky, what the fuck-)

Damian’s three the first time he learns of soulmates.

It’s the same time he discovers the tradition of the League killing them.

“But, Mother, if we have someone to fight for, won’t we fight stronger?” He asks. It’s a logical question, one drawn from reading books and listening to gossip about the Justice League from the maids.

“No.” Mother replies, running her hand through his hair once. Damian savors the contact-it’s a rare occasion indeed that Mother touches him outside of training.

“No, Damian. It is best that those in the League fight for the league, nothing else, because love makes us betray and love makes us separate. When you meet your soulmate, you must take your sword and kill them, as I did to mine.”

“Mother, who was your soulmate?”

“A lovely young woman named Adilah. She was the cleaning lady at the nearby village. I ended her life myself. You must do the same, understand?”

“Yes, Mother.”

This lesson didn’t stop Damian from devouring everything he could learn about Soulmates.

He secretly hopes that he never meets his, because although he will finally be together with his other half, they will have to die.

Damian…doesn’t want that. Not for them.

The first time Damian sees a soulmark in real life, he’s five. The words, Oh, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking. is imprinted on on Mother’s skin.

If Damian closes his eyes, he can imagine Adilah.

Brown skin, amber eyes flecked with gold, strong arms, and a witty and mischievous smile.

Damian doesn’t understand why anyone would kill Adilah.

When he’s ten, he meets his father.

He knows that Father’s soulmate is not Mother, and yet he doesn’t care.

Because he gets to leave this place where he has to skill his other half, and though he may be a bastard born out of seduction and passion, he wants to meet his soulmate.

He wants to finally feel whole.

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anonymous asked:

“Kiss me, please”.

4. “Kiss me, please

Aaron watched Robert across the pub, head thrown back as he laughed at whatever it was Leyla and Adam were saying. He must have sensed Aaron looking because he turned his head, sent him a big smile, rolling his eyes as he nodded at Adam. He excused himself, walked to the bar to stand next to Aaron.

“You planning to be a statue all night or what?”

Aaron raised an eyebrow, teasing smile forming on his lips. “I’m just sat finishing this, mate. You could join me here if you miss me so much.”

Aaron held his breath, waiting, but like it always was now, Robert didn’t take the bait. “Yeah, you’re alright. Come over when you finish, though, yeah? I ain’t suffering through Adam alone.” He gave Aaron another smile before moving quickly away.

Aaron bit back a sigh of frustration.

It took them months to get back into each other’s orbit.

Aaron missed Robert so much it was hard to breathe at times, but they had needed the time apart. Therapy and boxing had helped keep him clear-headed. He felt himself smiling more and more. It felt good. The first couple of months he made himself believe he was better off without Robert. It was easier.

His mother had said nothing when he’d declared that but she’d gave him a long look before turning away.  

Robert had tried to win him back but after one particularly angry outburst from Aaron in the middle of the pub, he’d finally stopped.

(Liv’s quiet, “You didn’t have to do that, did you?” made him pause for a minute but he’d shoved it away.)

It should have left him feeling good.

It didn’t.

He never wanted to hurt Robert. That wasn’t how he worked. He still remembers the sick feeling in his stomach after he threw the spanner at Robert. He’d thrown his husband onto the floor, the rage horrible. It was the moment he knew he needed to go. It needed to end.

Everything was ugly and wrong and Aaron couldn’t anymore.

Therapy helped him to understand his anger. He had a long way to go but he knew why he felt the way he did. Boxing gave his anger a target.

As time passed, he realized that it hadn’t always been bad. Robert had been good to him. He’d loved Aaron. The memories – the good ones – came back. Their wedding photo was still up in the backroom and every time Aaron saw it he remembered. He stopped blaming Robert for everything and started to see how it all went wrong. Robert had betrayed him but Aaron wrapped his head around how they got there.


One day, it just hit him suddenly.

He wanted Robert. He was doing well, happy, but he wanted to be happier. He knew without a doubt that Robert.

It started slow.

Robert walked into the pub, tired and sad, and Aaron’s heart tugged painfully. He glanced down the bar, spotting Aaron and gave him a small smile, nodding. It was Robert’s standard greeting. Aaron nodded, smiled back and watched Robert blink in surprise before glancing away.

Aaron wasn’t used to taking things slowly with Robert. He worked up the courage to sit next to him, ask about the business, about the baby (that hurt him but it wasn’t the same as before), and Robert answered, usually quiet and reserved then as time passed he relaxed, talked more freely with Aaron.

Then Matthew was born what they thought was early and everything changed completely. He wasn’t Robert’s son. He had never been Robert’s. Aaron was sure that Rebecca knew, even if she denied it, and that entire mess sent Robert spiraling.

Aaron had wanted to be there but the Sugdens had formed a barrier between Robert and the world. The village was still talking about the screaming fight he and Vic had in front of the pub when she’d warned Aaron away. Robert disappeared for a month, and Aaron was going crazy not knowing what was happening.

When he walked back into the pub, Aaron’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He looked better. He told Aaron and Chas that he was in therapy and it was helping. Aaron wanted to put his hands on Robert’s shoulders, wanted to hug him, to kiss him and make the sadness go away.

He didn’t. He listed to Adam who told him to just take it easy. He listed to Paddy and Chas who warned him to take it slow, to let it happen if it was going to. They weren’t encouraging him but they weren’t going to stop him either. Liv was the only way who kept rolling her eyes at him and told him to grow a pair and just tell Robert he wanted him back.

But he’d decided to take it cautious, to give them both time to fall back together.


Here he was. Drinking down his want for Robert away because if he didn’t, he’d do something stupid. He watched him from under his lashes, saw him turn a blinding smile on Liv when she came up to him. Aaron’s throat became dry when Robert put his arm around her, his heart expanded as Robert said something quietly that made her smile a little, and his lungs burned with something he couldn’t name when Robert squeezed her gently then dropped a kiss on her temple before letting her go to Gabby and Jacob.

He couldn’t do this anymore.

Aaron was moving before he could think twice. Robert saw him coming, his welcoming smile falling when he noticed Aaron’s agitated state. He was opening his mouth to ask when Aaron grabbed his drink, set it down on the table and pulled Robert into the alcove near the loos.

Robert glanced around them, confused, then turned back to Aaron.

Aaron closed his eyes, took a moment then opened them and said, tone rough, “Kiss me.”

Robert’s eyes widened and he froze, rasped a “What?”

Aaron moved into his space, bunched Robert’s jacket in his hands and said it again.

“Kiss me.”

Robert tried to pull away but Aaron held on tighter, leaning his forehead against Robert’s cheek. “Robert.”

“I can’t, Aaron.” His voice trembled and Aaron pulled back, stared him in the eye.

“I have missed you, I have,” he insisted when Robert shook his head, “I have for months. I want you to kiss me.”

Robert looked ready to cry and Aaron let go of his jacket to bring one hand up to Robert’s face, leaning up so their lips where barely apart.

“Kiss me, please.”

It was the please that did it Aaron thought because Robert’s lips are crushed against his, warm and wet and everything Aaron wanted. His heart flips with happiness and he grins against Robert’s mouth, pulling back to see the love and want shining back at him from Robert’s eyes before diving back into the kiss. He clutches onto Robert’s shoulders and Robert’s hands find their place on his back and his hip.

Robert would try to run away, Aaron knows that but he won’t let him anymore.

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Length: 2073 words

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Prompt #31 with Deadpool

“Stop biting that fucking lip” From this prompt list
Requested by: Anon
TW: Swearing 
Word Count: 517

It was 2:00 am Wade was trying so hard, he wanted to let Y/N do whatever dumb paperwork they were doing for they job. But Y/N was so cute, their brows knotted in focus, their gaze on the sheet of paper, rolling their bottom lip between their teeth in what was probably an effort to concentrate. Wade tried to concentrate too, on anything else but how hot Y/N looked. The ceiling was boring, the magazine next to him was boring even the god damn TV was boring but Y/N… Y/N was intriguing, almost infuriatingly so.
“Stop biting that fucking lip!” He says sharply, cutting through the silence that beforehand was only broken by the almost inaudible scrape of pen on paper.
“W-what?” The person looked up from their work, taken aback.
“Its hot, Y/N its so! fucking! hot! and its making it hard to leave you alone.” Wade explained, using wild hand gestures.
“I’m sorry, I will try to stop that, Wade.” They say, looking back down. By the positioning of their hand on the page, Wade could see they would soon be done with the paperwork. He grinned, and waited

Soon, at 2:26 am Y/N was done and Wade raced over sliding to his knees to hug them around the waist from the floor. He sighed in comfort as he felt arms wrapped around him lovingly. Finally being able to properly interact with his partner without screwing their job put Wade in a wonderfully loving mood that made him want to hug them forever.

He picked them up, hoisting them over his shoulder.
“Bed tiiiime.” He melodically announced. He smiled to himself, hearing Y/N giggle like a child. He pulled back the blankets for them, laying them down and placing himself next to them. They nuzzled themselves into his side, placing a kiss on his cheek sweetly.
“Hey Y/N.” He prompted in an almost child-like manner
“Sorry I interrupted your paperwork.” Wade said, absent-mindedly drawing something on Y/N’s back. Y/N had a hunch it was a unicorn but who knows, really.

“Don’t worry about it, I finished pretty soon after. Sorry my lip biting got you so distracted from… what were you even doing?” They asked.
“I was trying to watch Brady Bunch re-runs but somebody had to go be the hottest thing in existence.” Wade said dramatically. This made Y/N chuckle.
“Well excuse me for working.” Y/N said, feigning shock and offense.
“You’re excused.” The man smirked. “But you can’t be excused from sleep, you have your normal people job tomorrow and your boss is an asshole.” He began tucking Y/N in, placing kisses all over their face in a very successful effort to make them laugh again, with a job like Y/N’s a loving, supportive, murderous partner is a blessing.  He had offered many times to ‘deal’ with their work mates and boss but Y/N, ever the morality of the relationship, said something along the lines of:
'No Wade, not all problems are solved with violence; plus if that dick gargling jerk is gonna die, I am gonna be the one to do it!’

Oh well, maybe one day he could convince them to change their mind

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(big thanks to @nxygmobblepot for encouraging me to write this!)

It’s nights like these that make Oswald question everything. It’s when Ed falls asleep on his couch, his wine glass half full, the bottle nearly empty. His mansion seemed even more huge and dark at night but it was slowly beginning to feel like home. Oswald looked down at the glass in his hand, his pale, slender fingers running over its rim. He wasn’t sure how Ed would describe their friendship. Their… relationship? No. Oswald had never said a word about his feelings. He planned on doing it but… Not now. The right moment would come. It sure would. But then again, there was this voice in the back of his mind, shaking him and yelling at him that this was a bad idea. He mostly tried to ignore it. No, Oswald would be brave. He would—

But the new mayor of Gotham was thrown right out of his thoughts when Ed stretched himself like a very pleased cat. His assistant’s head fell to one side. He faced Oswald with a tired expression and fluttering eyes. That in itself was enough to let him lose sight of all earlier doubts.

“You look exhausted, Ed.” Oswald smiled at him, looking a little tired himself. Sometimes his new job stole him every ounce of energy. They both had one busy day of work ahead. Oswald wasn’t even entirely sure why they were drinking in the first place.

“I must admit that this wine has rather…” Ed drew in a slow breath and carefully rose into a sitting position. He hiccuped once and a grin briefly tugged at Oswald’s lips. “…knocked me off my feet.” Ed finished and stood up. Oswald immediately shot to his feet since his friend’s posture was everything but steady. “Do you want me to bring you to your room?”

Ed looked up. His glasses nearly fell off his nose and he eventually ended up shortly pulling them off, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger before putting them on again.

“That would be nice.”

And that was when he stumbled into Oswald who immediately grabbed his shoulders, their cheeks brushing, their chests meeting. Oswald’s breath hitched loudly and he immediately tried to support his best friend’s weight. Ed’s knees seemed to shake and he was desperately trying to stand upright again. Oswald knew that Ed didn’t handle his alcohol too well but this scenario was entirely new.

The sudden, heavy amount of physical contact nearly made Oswald flinch and by now there was a tender, pink shade on his cheeks. “I’m sorry.” Ed mumbled, still trying to hold on to Oswald, his shaky hand gripping the smaller man’s sleeve and clutching it. “Do you want to sit down again?” Oswald asked, his worry marking every word, his voice hoarse and unsure. He was so close. Oswald could smell the stinging scent of alcohol but he didn’t mind. Ed flopped down on the couch once more and let out a heavy sigh. “I’m going to sleep on the couch.” he mumbled and simply let himself fall into the cushions. He still had his suit on and he was wearing his glasses. Didn’t he want to get ready for bed? Oswald stood in front of the couch, clenching and unclenching his fists.

“It’s cold in here.” he said and blinked wildly, still trying to look understanding. He wouldn’t mind bringing him upstairs. Or waiting in front of the bathroom to make sure he noticed if Ed fell. “Are you sure? I could—”


The tone in Ed’s voice showed how tired he was but there was also something very… fragile in it. Oswald blinked, gently shifting in his position. “Y-Yes, Ed?” There was this long, very uncomfortable moment of silence. Neither of them moved, even though Oswald’s gaze was fixed on his friend, curious and nervous about what he wanted.

“Can you…” But Ed trailed off.

Can you?

Oswald’s mind was whirring with possibilities.

Can you?

“Can I what, Edward?” Oswald asked, his voice a little sharper but not demanding or bossy. He wanted to know what Ed wanted. His heart was violently hammering in his chest. Damn it, get it together, Oswald! This whole being-in-love thing was still something he had to get used to.

Ed hiccuped anew.

“Can I lean my head against your shoulder?”

The words sounded like something from a dream, a distant reality, something that couldn’t possibly be happening. Oswald froze, his cheeks beginning to burn, his stomach fluttering. “Uh-uhm,” he stuttered, his frown deepening. Ed wanted to lean… his head against his shoulder. They had hugged before but that was frankly all physical contact their friendship involved. Oswald opened and closed his mouth, every part of his body telling him to sit down and take Ed in his arms, to stroke his hair, kiss his perfect li—

“Nevermind.“ Ed muttered into a cushion, already drifting off.

“No, no! Please, it’s fine.” Oswald quickly composed himself, his face still burning as he sat down beside him again. Ed straightened his back and cleared his throat a few times, softly coughing when he let the side of his head drop against Oswald’s shoulder.

For a moment there was absolute, mind numbing silence that was only interrupted by the calming sound of Ed’s breathing and Oswald trying to control his own.

Ed’s forehead nudged against Oswald’s neck, who tensed up but eventually smiled shakily, happily.

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"Let me go. I Can't." Peter Parker prompt please!! tysm dear <3

Prompt: “Let me go.” “I can’t”

Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

A/N: for all my babies feeling down, I hope you feel good soon. I know it feels shit right now but everything will be great later. hang in there my precious, adorable, little sugar cube. <3

Warnings: depression, anxiety, self-harm

something wasn’t quite right, you weren’t your usual self. it didn’t take peter long to notice how your smiles had been replaced with sighs. you weren’t making jokes, weren’t talking, just existing like a dull shadow. peter couldn’t bear it.

you walked through the hallway of the empty tower, holding back tears. you needed water for you needed to rehydrate after all the crying. you wouldn’t have come out otherwise. it was too much work. you felt heavy and your hands hurt with all the reckless punching you had done, what else could you do? the hurt helped, it felt like repenting.  

 oh, how you wished you didn’t have to be so strong all the time. having depression was tough to say the least. it came like an unwanted guest and brought his best friend “self harm thoughts” with him.  anxiety was your roommate and they all went crazy when they united. assholes, all of them. made you feel so worthless.

you gripped the handle of the refrigerator tight, the pain that rose in your hand soon made you regret your decision. you found yourself a water bottle and were starting to head back to your room before you found a very awkward looking peter standing in front of you. his expression soon softened as he looked at your face, he could sense your pain.

‘(y/n), what’s wrong?’ he asked softly. you gulped and looked down. you weren’t in the mood to converse with anyone, you were tired and just wanted to sleep.

‘nothing, dumbass.’ you said in your regular manner, or tried to. ‘i’m going to sleep now, I am like really tired.’ you smiled at him and started walking away before he grabbed your hand. you flinched instantly.

‘(y/n)….. what’s this?’ concern dripping from his voice as he looked at your beaten up hands.

‘um, just you know punching. got angry.’ you forced a smile. the answer ‘it’s my punishment. It’s my kind of self harm.’ wouldn’t be a great answer. ‘i’ll just-’ before you could complete your sentence peter had pulled you in his chest. his arms were tightly wrapped around you.

you wanted to hug him back, you wanted to cry in his shoulder but you held back. you couldn’t let this mask fall off. you tried to get out of his embrace but he was stronger.

‘let me go.’ you breathed. tears welled up in your eyes and you bit your bottom lip. it was so nice to have someone show such warmth. but you didn’t want sympathy, you weren’t weak.

‘I cant.’ he pulled back and cupped your face.look I don’t know much, but I know you. I know you aren’t feeling good. please, let me help you.’ you didn’t reply just looked down.

‘I’m not okay.’ you rubbed your eyes. ‘i’m sorry, i’m being a bitch baby.’ he picked you up bridal style and looked directly in your eyes.

‘no you’re not.’ he said. he didn’t know what got over him and he quickly kissed your cheek. you were surprised at first but then you loosened up; you liked it. ‘let me take you to your room and help you feel better.’ he declared. you hummed in response and rested your head on his shoulder, you loved this feeling. you were sad but now you were also in the arms of someone who cared. the sadness became much more bearable.

‘peter,’ you said out of no where as he was taking you to your room. he hummed in response. ‘don’t make me feel better in a way that you get killed by one of the avengers.’ he chuckled loudly. you were feeling better and he couldn’t be happier.

‘sure thing.’ he kissed your forehead.

You want to leave Bucky Barnes x Reader / Avengers x Reader

Pairing: Bucky  Barnes x Reader / Avengers x Reader

Featuring: The Avengers team

Word count: 2808 words

Warnings: swearing, a bit of angst.

Tags: none.

Notes: Y/F/N stands for Your Full Name

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

The mission had been ruined and all because of you. If you just listened to Tony instead of doing whatever you thought it was better, you would have the device and Natasha wouldn’t be unconscious nor seriously injured. It was all on you. And it wasn’t the first time it happened. You weren’t good for the team, you knew it and you had known it for a very long time, but you just didn’t want to make the right call, you didn’t want to leave even when you knew it was for the best. They were your family. They were all you had. 

But it had to be done. You had to leave before you put anyone else in danger because of your stupidity. 

When the quinjet arrived at the Avengers HQ, you saw Bucky and Sam waiting at the hangar, probably ready to help out with Nat. Your eyes were focused on the Winter Soldier. How were you supposed to leave him behind? How could you do such thing after all those promises whispered under the blankets? But the damage was even worse if you stayed. This time it had been Natasha, but next time it could be Bucky. When the gates opened, Tony and Steve quickly carried the Widow out of the quinjet to put her on the stretcher Sam had by his side. 

“How is she?” He asked as soon as they started walking towards the elevator. 

“I think she will be fine but the wound is deep”, Steve said looking down at her, worry all over his features. 

Biting your lip, you took your bag and went out of the quinjet, trying to ignore Bucky’s burning gaze on you the whole time. It was all on you and he knew it. Tony and Steve explained what happened through comms to everyone. Of course they didn’t say it was your fault but you knew it was. 

“(Y/N)”, you heard Bucky.

Ignoring him completely you walked to the elevator. The only thing you needed was getting rid of your uniform and taking a long hot shower. Alone. But you knew Bucky well enough to say that he wasn’t going to make it easy for you. Not even a bit. Finally you got to the floor where your room was, even though you could say it was yours and Bucky’s since he barely slept in his own room anymore. 

When you opened the door and walked into the room, Bucky followed you silently. His presence was too obvious, his heat, his gaze, was driving you insane. You wanted to turn around, hug him and cry on his shoulder, tell him how you were feeling and let him comfort you like he knew how to. But the stubborn part of you wouldn’t let him see you as weak crying mess. Not again. 

“Don’t do this”, he said when you opened the door to the bathroom. Somehow he made you stop but you still didn’t look at him.

“Don’t do what?” You whispered.

“Don’t punish yourself”, he said. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, hating how much he knew you. “It wasn’t your fault”

With a frown you finally turned to look at him. He was standing in the middle of the room, looking at you with those big eyes blues as the sky, eyes full of worry. There was nothing you wanted more than run into his arms but no, you had to be strong this time, at least until you decided what to do next. 

“It was my fault, Bucky”, you said coldly. “It was only my fault because I just can’t follow a fucking plan and I don’t know how to follow orders”, you added.

Before he could say anything else, you walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind you, locking it to keep him from trying to walk in with you. You turned on the hot water and while you waited for the bathroom to get really steamy, you undressed yourself. Finally you stepped into the shower letting out a breath as the hot water touched your skin. 

There were some scars on your body but not a new one. Natasha would have a new one to heal during the next weeks. Thanks to you and Clint already had one, that’s why he couldn’t join you today. And again that had been because of you. They wouldn’t say it but you knew it was the truth. You couldn’t risk the team wellbeing anymore. It was going to be painful leaving everything behind. Leaving the Avengers. Leaving SHIELD. Leaving Bucky. That was something you weren’t ready to do but somehow you had to be. There was no option and he would be over it, he would meet someone better than you. 

By the time you walked out of the bathroom, hair dripping and wrapped around a towel, you had made up your mind. You were going to leave and no one could change your mind. Well… Actually, there was someone who could but maybe he respected you enough to let you go. You got dressed into some yoga pants and a tanktop. You would leave tomorrow morning and you would tell the team tonight, after dinner. How would the take it? Would they try to stop you? Probably not since all you had been doing lately was messing missions up. 

“Miss (Y/N), dinner is on the table”, FRIDAY suddenly said making you get nervous all of sudden. 

“Thank you, FRIDAY. I’ll be right there”, you said. 

Looking around once again you just walked out of the room, closing the door behind you, and you went to the elevator. Everyone was already around the table, even Natasha was there. She looked wounded but at least she was there and not in the nursery, but that didn’t make you feel any better. 

“Hey, doll”, Bucky smiled at you as you walked to the table. 

Smiling weakly at him, you took a seat in your usual spot. Between Clint and Steve, just in front of Bucky. Conversations were all around you as all of you ate the dinner Bruce had prepared for all of you. It was delicious but you barely tried it. The news you were about say were burning your throat but you didn’t even know how to say it. And feeling Bucky’s eyes on you the whole time didn’t help your nerves. Finally, you reunited the courage to look up at him. His eyes were full of concern but as soon as you looked up at him he smiled slightly. You didn’t smile back. 

“Guys…” You mumbled too low for anyone to hear. “Guys!” You said louder this time. 

They all shut up the same time and looked at you, making you the centre of attention just when your words got stuck in your throat once again. But as you locked eyes with Nat and you saw her wounded face you just knew you had to do it. 

“I’m leaving”, you said. Nobody said anything and you didn’t dare to look at Bucky but his eyes were burning your skin. 

“Like…leaving tonight? Party?” Tony asked slowly, even when you knew him enough to know that he knew what you were talking about.

“No, Tony”, you said looking at him for a moment. “I’m leaving the team. And not for a break. For good”, you said. 

“What? Why?” Steve said with a frown.

“Is it for today? I’m fine, (Y/N), I really am”, Natasha said.

“No, it’s not just for today guys. It’s for today’s mission, last week’s and many others.” You said looking at your almost intact plate. “I’m not good for the team, don’t you see? Clint barely survived the mission we had to weeks ago because of course I had to play the hero and go out there on plain sight. Today was Natasha and two months ago it was Wanda. I’m not good here, guys”, you said. 

“Bullshit. You are”, Clint said frowning. 

“We don’t want you to leave”, Wanda said. “You know the rule number 1: anything can go wrong on a mission. It doesn’t matter how perfect a plan is”.

“But everything works when I’m not out there or when I decide to stick to the plans. Nobody gets hurts, everything works. It’s me guys”, you replied. 

You still hadn’t been able to look at Bucky because you knew the kind of look you were going to see. 

“I’m not asking, guys… It’s a fact. I love you all, you know it, and that’s why I have to do this before someone gets killed. I’m leaving tomorrow morning”

With that you got up from your chair and walked out of the kitchen, leaving a loud silence behind you, only broken by Clint saying ‘aren’t you going to do anything or what?’ Probably he was talking to Bucky and you actually prayed that he wouldn’t listen. You knew you would have to say goodbye to him but you just wasn’t ready yet. 

When you were finally in your room with the door locked, you took your case out of the closet. Actually, you never thought you would need it but oh well. Things do change sometimes. You put it open on the top of your bed and started throwing every single item of clothing inside. Of course, your loneliness wouldn’t last long. 

“Mr Barnes wants to see you”, FRIDAY said. 

“I want to be alone”, you replied after gulping. You couldn’t avoid him forever but he was the only person that could change your mind. 

“He insists”, FRIDAY said and before you could say anything else your heard Bucky on the other side of the door.

“(Y/N) open this door now. Or I will”, he said.

Of course he was able to do such thing and then Tony would kill him for breaking a door. That was the last thing you wanted so with a sigh you told FRIDAY to unlock the door as you just kept on packing. 

“So is it real?” He asked as soon as he walked in and saw you putting everything into your case. 

“Yes…” You said not looking at him. 

“You’re leaving me”, he mumbled. 

The tone in his voice literally broke your heart. You were breaking his heart and that made you feel miserable. He was such a great man even when he didn’t believe that and you were just breaking him. 

“James”, you said finally looking at him. His eyes were focused on you, cold as ice and blue as the ocean. “I love you, you know I do but…” You walked towards him and took his hands. “I can’t stay here. It’s not safe for anyone. Next time it could be you getting hurt and I swear I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that happened”, you said. 

He was looking down your hands as you talked, then he looked at you and shook his head before wrapping his arms around, hugging you tighter than ever before. 

“Don’t go. You promised you would never leave me”, he whispered with his head in your neck. 

“Don’t do this… Bucky I can’t stay”, you whispered as tears filled your eyes. “Please…” You begged trying not to sob. 

He pulled away and looked down at you, holding your face in his hands before kissing your passionately, like it was your last kiss. Oh well… It probably was so you were going to make the best out of it. 

“FRIDAY, lock the door”, you said pulling away. He took that moment to attack your neck, knowing exactly where to kiss to make your knees tremble. 

You really made that last time count. You didn’t know when you would be seeing Bucky again or if you would even see him again. With that thought in your mind, and driven by how in love you were with that guy, you just made love like never before. It was tender but rough, passionate but gentle. It was just perfect and didn’t stop until the first lights of the morning came through the window. He was leaned against the headboard as you rested your head on his chest, tracing random shapes on it as he stroked your hair. 

“Don’t go…” He whispered looking down at you.

“Stop. Please,” you said looking at him. 

“But I love you, isn’t that enough?” He frowned. 

“I love you too Bucky, that’s why I have to do this”, you whispered biting your lip. “I don’t want you to get hurt”, you added.

“You realize you’re hurting me by leaving, don’t you?” He asked making your stomach turn around.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered biting your lip in order to keep you from crying.

After a while of silence, Bucky moved and you did to so he could get out of the bed. Silently, he started getting dressed, not looking at you for a second and he left the room. You knew this was being painful for both of you but somehow he would be over it and would see your point. He would know someone else and he would be happy again. 

It still took you a while to get out of bed but when you did, you kept on packing what you had left which wasn’t much really. You even packed one of Bucky’s hoodies. One that he left there after spending the night with you. Probably he didn’t even remember it. Just when you were zipping up the suitcase, someone knocked on your door. 

“Come in!” You said and looked at the door to see Wanda coming in. “Hey”, you smiled sadly.

“I need you to come with me”, she said. 

“Wanda…” You sighed defeated already. Why couldn’t they just let you go?

“Please!  And then…you can go. But please…” She said. 

“Fine” you sighed giving in.

She clapped once smiling and jogged out of the room. You followed her quickly since you just wanted to have it done, whatever it was and leave. It was already being hard so you just wanted it to be over. You followed Wanda to the meeting room and when you walked in you saw everyone in there, holding pieces of paper, even Bucky was there. 

“What is this?” You asked with your hands on your hips.

“September 18th, 2015”, Tony read out loud. “The enemies were all around the team. There was no escape. Agent (Y/F/N) saved them”

“May 24th, 2016”, Steve said reading as well. “Thanks to Agent (Y/F/N), hundredth of civilians were save”

They all started reading those part of the report missions where you had saved the day. There were a lot of them, more than you can remember. 

“February 18th 2014”, you looked at Bucky as he read, knowing exactly what had happened that day. “Agent (Y/F/N) was successful at the rescuing mission. Both her and Barnes are alive”.

That was the day you two met, when you saved from HYDRA after they caught him again. With a gulp you looked down not knowing what to say.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked looking at them after a while.

“Yes, you’ve made some mistakes”, Tony said walking over you. “But there are a lot of other times when you had saved us. All of us. You are part of this team, we need you to save the world and to save ourselves. You’re an Avenger and there’s no going back from there”, he said smiling at you.

“We all have made mistakes”, Wanda said shrugging. “Look at what I did in Lagos. But it was a mistake, a really big one, but we are humans after all. Different but…humans.” 

“You don’t give up when someone gets hurt, (Y/N), that’s not who we are”, Steve said.

At that moment you were already having a hard time not crying your heart out right there in front of everyone. Bucky stood up and walked to you, taking your hand in his.

“(Y/N) you saved my life and I’m not talking about that February 18th”, he said looking down at you. “You save my life every day, with every laugh, every kiss, every smile… I love you and I need you. We all do”, he said. 

“Please, stay”, Tony said. “At least to keep us from keeping on with a moody Winter Soldier for the rest of our lives”, he added making you chuckle a little. 

You looked around the room, looking at every one of them, looking at your friends, your family. All these people loved you no matter what, no matter what you did. They always had your back. You needed them. More than you would ever admit. 

“You know I hate all of you, right?” You mumbled hugging Bucky to hide your face full of tears from everyone. 

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, planting a kiss on your head and hugging you tight. You couldn’t leave them, no matter what, they were your family and no one can give up on their family.