Inspired by: 11 Blocks by Wrabel. Honestly, just that one line he sings tbh haha!
Author’s note: Eeeek! I’m so excited! This is my first ever story that I’m posting. I have a ton that are saved to my computer that I’ve been dying to get out. So here goes nothing! I don’t know much about formatting and all that good stuff, but I’m sure I’ll learn along the way! This is the first story of many to come. As of right now, I simply did it as a one shot, but it could definitely be turned into a serious! Hope you enjoy it! Also, feel free to send any prompts or suggestions my way!
(p.s. I don’t own that gif)
“You know how I get when I’m alone.”
You hated being home alone. You especially hated it when Bucky was on a mission. A dangerous mission that you knew would keep him away for hours, if not days. You weren’t an Avenger. Hell, you don’t even work at S.H.I.E.L.D. It’s a mystery, even to you, how you had been so lucky to meet Bucky. You had, quite literally, run into him at the grocery store with your shopping cart. The bottle of soy sauce he had been holding in his hand had fallen to the floor, shattering into pieces and splattering all over his boots and jeans. You had been so embarrassed that you apologized over and over again, even offering him money to pay for the boots. Your occupation was less than desirable, but it paid well enough.
Bucky, being the socially awkward but nice guy he is, refused and told you that it wasn’t that big of a deal. You had insisted on getting his number, wanting to at least take him out for coffee to make amends for your mistake. He had given you his number, somewhat hesitantly before the two of you had parted ways. The days that had followed had been agonizing. Short text conversations, with some unanswered texts on his part. You extending an invitation to take him out for coffee with him declining, always using work as an excuse. You remembered thinking that it’d be better for you to just count your losses and not bother him anymore.
But then one night, he texted you; asking if it’d be okay for him to take you out. You weren’t sure where this sudden change had come from, but you didn’t decline. Later on down the road, he admitted that his male coworkers had convinced him to ask you out after creeping on your Facebook to see what you looked like.
A first date turned into seeing each other almost every day, which then progressed to staying the night at one another’s apartment. You became close to each other. So close that he told you all he could remember about the days he had been used as a weapon. Told you about the nightmares that plagued him every now and then. You were there for every nightmare. Every moment when he struggled with his inner demons. Every rant he would go into after a disagreement with another member of the Avengers. It almost seemed too good to be true. That you, a simple civilian, would find yourself in love with Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier turned Avenger. And after eleven months of dating, you moved in together.
It was still new and fresh. So new that the two of you had about four boxes of kitchen supplies that you had yet to unpack. It just seemed as though whenever you would try to settle down, Bucky was being called away for another mission. Of course, you knew what you had signed up for and when the two of you first became official, he even warned you that being an Avenger would keep him away a lot sometimes. It honestly sucked, but you were handling it as best you could.
You had drifted off to sleep on the living room sofa while watching reruns of ‘Whose Line Is It Anyway?’ At some point in the night, you had woken up for few seconds to turn the television off before going back to sleep. You hadn’t been expecting for Bucky to return home tonight.
So when you felt something warm touch your cheek, you stirred. More in surprise than anything. “It’s just me.” Came the familiar voice of your boyfriend, and you immediately relaxed. His strong arms wrapped around you, lifting you up so that he could position himself underneath your body.
“Hmmm, I’ve missed you.” You spoke softly, groggy from sleep and keeping your eyes closed as your head rested against his chest. The warmth of his body was enough to make you want to fall back asleep, but you forced yourself to stay awake.
“I’ve missed you too.” He said back to you. “Why are you sleeping on the couch, love?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair.
Sighing softly, you snuggled into him. “The bed’s too cold without you there.” You told him tiredly. This was nothing new. You always have a hard time going on about your life when he’s away. The two of you depend on each other a lot. It just feels weird when the other is not around. You get very moody when he’s not around, and he knows that.
“Did you eat before bed?” He asked next, to which you didn’t respond. You heard him sigh, and you finally opened your eyes.
“You know how I get when you’re not here. I worry too much about you to do anything.” Perhaps it was pathetic, but you know how dangerous his job can be. It honestly terrifies you that one of these days, he might not return home.
“I know.” He kissed the top of your head.
You smiled softly. “I’ll cook us a big breakfast in the morning to make up for it.”
Lifting up your head to look at him, you frowned. Bruises were beginning to form on his face from hits he had received on his mission. You knew there would be more on his body, and it made your frown deepen.
“I hate it when you come home covered in bruises.” You admitted.
“Ahh, you should see the other guys though.” Bucky joked lightly, not wanting you to get upset over something like that. “A selection of bruises just comes with the job. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.” He reassured you, his non metal arm rubbing your back.
“Besides, I’m pretty sure I’ve had nastier bruises… thanks to you.”
Gasping, you laughed and shook your head. “Well I don’t ever hear you telling me to stop.” You shot back, to which he grinned.
“You’re right, you’re right. I enjoy how animal like you get in bed.” He continued to tease you.
“Oh my God.. okay.. time for bed. C’mon,” you chuckled. You went to climb off him, but he wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you from going too far.
“Let’s just stay like this for a little while longer.” His eyelashes fluttered as his eyes closed. He was exhausted. You could tell that. So you didn’t dispute. Instead, you rested back down on top of him and got comfortable once more.
This felt right. Natural. This is how things are supposed to be. You felt so safe and secure in his arms and as you listened to his quiet breathing as he drifted off to sleep, you smiled softly. “I love you, Buck.”
He squeezed your side a little, letting you know he heard you.
As promised, here is my 100 Follower Celebration fic as requested by @sabrymay. Again, thank you to all of my followers for getting me this far. This fic is dedicated to all of you lovelies in appreciation for your likes, reblogs, follows, and just your love as a fam. I love my Bellarke fam, and I’m so thankful that I have each and every one of you. Enjoy, my dears!
Bellamy huffed loudly as he sank
further into the plush cushions on his sister’s couch. Octavia shot him a glare
from the corner of her eye as she sat perched in the armchair facing the television.
Clarke was curled up on the opposite end of the couch, struggling to get
comfortable with the stubborn cushions in her irritated state.
She didn’t understand why Bellamy
Blake had this effect on her. One minute they were fine, talking like normal,
mature adults, and the nest, they were at each other’s throats.
Bellamy sighed heavily again,
earning a disapproving glance from his younger sister before she began channel
Octavia wondered when the pair of
stubborn mules would get their heads out of their rears and just get the sexual
tension taken care of. Literally everyone saw it, except those two. She shook
her head softly in defeat. Who knew, honestly.
Bellamy chanced a dark glance at
the blonde to his right and found her beating a couch pillow into submission.
“Take it easy there, Princess,”
Bellamy smirked. “Don’t hurt the poor couch’s feelings.”
Clarke looked up from her task,
rolling her eyes at him. “Lay off, Bellamy. It’s not your couch, anyway.”
“Still, what did the couch ever
do to you?” He turned back to the television screen, the corners of his mouth
tugging up in a half-smile.
Clarke huffed and finally seemed
to find a comfortable position because the pillow beating stopped.
The trio sat there, watching
reruns of Whose Line Is It Anyway, until eventually they all fell asleep.
Octavia stirred awake and glanced
at the clock before rising from her cramped position on the armchair.
She stretched quickly before
laying a hand on her brother’s broad shoulder. Bellamy came to with a small
groan, his dark curls falling across his forehead in a wild mess.
“I’m going to bed. Feel free to
crash on the couch tonight.” She sighed, half-asleep as she shuffled down the
hall into her room.
Bellamy looked around the room and
found Clarke now sprawled across the couch in an array of golden curls, her feet
almost touching his leg.
He smiled softly looking down at
the beautiful, strong woman before him. He loved her, he had for quite some
time now. However, he knew that Clarke Griffin was too good for him. Plus, she
would never like him. She could barely stand him as it was.
Bellamy rose from his side of the
couch and stooped to pick her up. Clarke’s head fell heavily against Bellamy’s
shoulder as a small sigh escaped her lightly parted lips.
“Just rest, Princess. I got you.”
Bellamy quietly soothed as she began to stir. Clarke stilled slowly, and went
limp again as Bellamy made his way towards her bedroom.
Clarke felt so light in his arms,
and Bellamy couldn’t help but imagine what it’d be like to carry her to bed
Bellamy nudged the bedroom door
open with his foot before slowly walking towards the bed. He gently placed
Clarke on the bedspread before pulling it back and tucking her in.
Bellamy paused before leaving,
blinking slowly before leaning down to gently press his lips down to her
“Goodnight, Princess.” He
whispered, his hot breath ghosting across her face.
He turned back towards the door
to make his way back to the couch, but a hand reached out slowly, tapping his
on the thigh.
“I love you, Bellamy,” Clarke
Bellamy Blake froze in his tracks
before slowly turning back to the sleeping Princess.
Despite knowing that she was fast
asleep, Bellamy couldn’t help the heat that spread through his chest and pooled
like gold in his stomach.
Bellamy chuckled softly before
returning to her side.
“And I love you, Princess.”
Bellamy leaned in once again, this time risking a kiss on her cheek. Her skin
was soft and warm beneath his lips, and Bellamy never wanted to leave this
He hesitantly rose and returned to
the living room, settling himself in for a sleepless night. Bellamy Blake had
been hoping, and not holding his breath, for the moment Clarke Griffin would tell
him that she cared, even just a little.
And tonight, she had.
Bellamy’s heart was soaring, his
head running in a million different directions as he pulled a blanket over his
tall frame and curled into a ball on the couch. After what just happened,
Bellamy Blake knew there was no sleeping tonight, but that didn’t matter to
him. What mattered was the blonde Princess filling his brain with dreams that
had been just that for so long—dreams. But now, things were different. He knew
how she felt, and he couldn’t wait to see the possibility of where they were
I’ve tried so hard to keep Night Vale moving forward, unaware of what happened to it. Blissfully ignorant. But my efforts end here. The world is finally falling apart, piece by piece, and I stand by. All the powers of my thousands of years, and I can only watch it fall.
Cecil, sweet Cecil. Whose life lies directly on the fault lines of this broken reality. He narrates his won ending without realizing it is his ending. He does not understand what is happening to him.
And so, here I am. Telling you this story, so that at least in your destruction, you will understand who has destroyed you. And you will understand that she destroyed only out of a loving desire to save you. May you perceive her as foolish and naïve, rather than monstrous.