you get hungry at 4am

anonymous asked:

What are a few things you found really helpful to have while in the dorms?

  • HOT WATER KETTLE (hide them when the RAs do room searches, don’t worry they will tell you beforehand that they will be searching, and literally they can’t touch anything so they will just walk in and glance around and leave)
  • Fridge for sure
  • Mini vacuum if you can get your hands on that
  • if not then a duster
  • Lysol or disinfecting wipes/disinfecting spray
  • IF YOU HAVE A PRIVATE BATHROOM (aka not communal), bring a bathmat and hand soap.
  • Extension cords galore
  • Command Hooks
  • Shoe rack lol it really keeps you and your roomies from tripping over shoes in the dark at night…
  • ALWAYS HAVE FOOD AND WATER IN YOUR DORM ALWAYS just in case 1. you get hungry at 4AM and 2. (i hope not) there is an emergency lockdown.
  • zip lock baggies

That’s all I can think of at the moment lol, my life was simple in the dorms I just slept and studied heh


Bucky One-Shot "Don't Go"

Summary: (Y/N) has nightmares and Bucky has a crush

Charaters: Reader (Y/N), Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Original Character, Steve Rogers

Notes: Well I’ve decided to do one-shots while I think of another fic plot, hope you like!

It was the third night in a row I’d had these nightmares and I couldn’t even remember what they were about, I just know they were terrifying and I needed them to stop. Staying in the Avengers’s tower had become something of a routine, but I’m still new to the whole thing. I was hired about a month ago as a lab tech for the Avengers and my job was to make sure all of their armor and equipment was working properly and suited them well. This meant I was in close contact with each of them every day. I was one of four people on the equipment tech team, so my workload was fairly steep, but not unmanageable.

Like all of the lab personnel, upon being hired I was invited to live in the tower and I was one of the only ones who took the opportunity. I had nowhere else to go, especially given that I was hired out of a completely different state.

“Hey, are you alright, (Y/N)?” Tony asked me when he came in for his daily checkups. “You seem a little tired.”

“Yeah, I am a little, but I’m okay,” I lied. I was absolutely not okay. I was bordering on zombie status, but I wasn’t about to tell my Iron Man boss that. Especially when he had been so kind to me and allowed me a basically free place to stay (I paid for any food and other necessities I needed, but there was no rent and that’s what counted).

“Alright, well, if you need anything let me know. Can’t have my littlest elf all tuckered out,” he joked. Yes, I was the youngest, being in my early 20s and everyone else being in their upper 30s or 40s, so that put a little it of a social strain on things. When Tony hired me he said my work in Chicago was impressive (I had made several promo type suits for the National Guard, I guess Tony liked them), despite my young age.

“Thanks, Mr. Stark,” I said and smiled.

“Alright, so who do we have today?” my coworker, Kathleen, asked me.

I looked at my chart and my heart jumped. On there were 3 names, one of which I had butterflies over-Bucky.

“Um, Steve, Bruce and um, Bucky,” I stammered.

Kathleen and I got along very well, she was very nice to me and didn’t treat me like a kid the way our other teammates, John and Andrew, did.

“I’ll take Bruce. You can have Steve and Bucky,” Kathleen smirked, knowing of my slight crush on the brunette super soldier.

“Thanks..” I said almost sarcastically and handed her Dr. Banner’s file.

Before long, the three men walked into the lab, my stomach knotting at the sight of Bucky Barnes.

“Alright, you two can go with (Y/N) and I will take you,” Kathleen said and guided Bruce away to her office.

I smiled and held back a yawn at the two very tall men that stood before me. “So who would like to go first?”

“I will, I’ve got a date later,” Steve said. I smiled and brought him into my own office for his measurements and fitting.

“So, how are things?” he asked as I looped the tape measure around his waist.

“Oh, they’re good, thank you. How are you?” I asked, jotting down the numbers.

“Very good. You like it here so far?” he asked.

“Yes, definitely,” I said smiling, then yawned.

“You tired?” Steve chuckled.

“I guess so,” I giggled back and handed him the draft of his armor to put on over his undershirt.

“Wow, this is great, (Y/N),” he said, easily sliding it on.

“You’ve shrunk in the waist, though. I’ll make that adjustment before the next fitting,” I told him

“Thanks. Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Steve said.

“It’s okay. It’s why I’m here,” I said and took the garment from him. He smiled and waved as he left and soon Bucky came in.

“Hello,” he said and smiled at me as I pulled out the measuring tape once again.

“Hi,” I said yawning.

His face fell slightly and he asked, “You alright?”

I looped my arms around his chest to measure it and brought the tape snugly around his toned chest and nodded, not trusting my voice. Being this close to Bucky was slightly overwhelming, what with my somewhat major crush on him. Over the course of the month I had spent here, I had seen Bucky almost every single day. I considered him a little more than an acquaintance, probably even a friend. We had numerous conversations about things we had in common that we liked and he actually was very charming.

“Yeah, just tired, I guess,” I said, knowing full well that it wasn’t just a guess, and Bucky smirked.

“You guess?” he speculated. Bucky would often see right through me, unfortunately. I could fool everyone but him.

I sighed and wrote down all of his measurements then handed him the vest I had for him.

He slipped it on and it fit perfectly, being snug around his perfectly toned body. He examined himself and smiled lightly at me. Oh, that smile sent my heart into a frenzy.

“How does it feel?” I asked, trying to ignore the suddenly quickening pace of my heart and the knots in my stomach.

“Feels great, (Y/N). Thank you,” he said and took it off, handing it back to me.

“Good, I’m glad,” I said, letting a yawn escape my lips once again and placing the vest back on the table.

“You should get some sleep,” Bucky told me, stepping forward to place a hand on my shoulder.

I nodded and smiled, unable to have a functioning brain with his hand on my shoulder. He gave me a small smile and left the room, closing the door behind him. If my heart didn’t stop doing these stupid flutters and skips when he was around, I’d end up having a heart attack.

“So how did it go?” Kathleen asked once our work day was done. I often walked with her to her car in the parking garage. It started off as just finishing up business, but then she continued to invite me to walk her out and we had great conversations, becoming friends quickly.

“It was a good day, I got a lot of work on Thor’s chest plate done, Wanda’s sleeves are proving more difficult, but I think it’ll be easy once I get the hang of the stitchery,” I said and noticed her eyes rolling and a smile plastered to her face in disbeleif.

“Not that, silly… How did it go talking with Bucky?” she inquired and placed a bin full of Bruce’s expanded shorts in her back seat once we got to her small cruiser.

“Oh.. Um, fine, I guess…” I said, my stomach knotting at the mere mention of his name.

“You know, if you asked him to hang out with you, I bet he would,” she said. “I’ll see you tomorrow, and try to get some sleep?”

“Yeah.. Okay, see you tomorrow,” I said and waved as she drove away.


I wasn’t sure if it was the crack of thunder or the nightmare I was having once again, but I woke up with a start, shaking and sweating, a few tears had fallen onto my pillowcase.

I held my pillow close to me, finding moderate comfort in hugging it tight to my chest. Once my heart rate had slowed and I stopped sweating, an obnoxious growl emitted from my stomach, signaling to me that I was really hungry.

“Right…” I said, sighing. I got up and put my lounge pants on even though I’d most likely not run into anyone at four in the morning on my way to the kitchen. Still anxious and slightly fear-striken, I padded my way through the darkness, repeating to myself that I was okay in my head.

I immediately was drawn to the fridge in search of anything that was quick. Upon finding nothing that I didn’t have to prepare, I shut the door and went to the pantry, not happy with needing to leave the lit area.

“(Y/N)?” I heard a low and groggy voice ask from behind me.

I jumped and spun around to face where the sound came from, my heart pounding. I was already jumpy and whoever it was that decided to startle me only made it worse.

“Whoah, hey, it’s just me.. You alright?” the voice said and I could clearly identify it now as belonging to the certain brunette super soldier I had a crush on.

He turned the dimmer up to where it was light enough for us to see each other, but not light enough to hurt our eyes. In the dimness I could see that he wore only a pair of dark grey sweatpants, his top half completely bare. My sympathy for him only amplified upon seeing the pink and raised skin around where his vibranium arm was attached.

My stomach turned into a bundle of knots at seeing his half naked body come closer to me and look at me with such concern.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m sorry,” I told him, feeling guilty that I might not have been as quiet as I thought.

“You didn’t, the thunder did and I was hingry. What are you doing up?” he asked, reaching past me for the bag of chips, giving me an excellent view of his toned arms and chest.

“Oh, um.. I was hungry too,” I said. I mean, it wasn’t completely false. I was hungry after all.

“Is that why you haven’t been sleeping well? You get hungry at 4am?” he asked, placing a chip into his mouth.

A bolt of lightning flashed, followed closely by an extremely large boom of thunder that shook the windows. I jumped forward more and closer to Bucky, then heard him chuckle.

“It’s just thunder, doll,” he said and continued to eat more, then offered the bag to me.

“No thanks, I’ll have some cereal,” I said, reaching for the box of Oat Squares.

Bucky shrugged and continued to eat as I made my bowl.

“So why are you really up?” he asked after I had taken a few bites, breaking the silence between us.

“I told you, I was hungry,” I said and sat down at the table. Bucky sighed and put the chips away as I took another bite.

He sat next to me and looked at me with a look I couldn’t quite identify.

“You know, you can talk to me. I know we haven’t known each other very long, but I’d like to consider you a friend.. So, if you ever need me, I’m here,” he said. He reached for my hand and took it in his and squeezed it gently. My cheeks grew hot at the contact and if the light had been any brighter, he would have noticed my cheeks had turned a shade of pink.

“Th-Thank you, Bucky…” I stammered, my brain swirling around in my skull.

“Good night, (Y/N),” he said and left the kitchen. I finished my cereal and exited the kitchen as well, my head still in the clouds from being touched and so close to a shirtless Bucky.


After a few nights of nightmare-less sleep I felt pretty good. That was of course until that night when I woke up actually screaming.

My door flung open and I felt arms around me- one flesh and one a cold metal.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N), it’s okay,” Bucky soothed. I stopped screaming and clung to him. I had tears streaming down my cheeks and a thin film of sweat covered my forehead, but Bucky held me against his smooth and bare chest. After a few minutes, I looked up at him and he wiped the hair out of my face and my tears away.

“I’m sorry,” was the first thing I said. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Doll, if you were having nightmares you could have just told me…” he said and stroked my hair, comforting me.

“I didn’t want anyone to know.. I didn’t want to bother anyone or them think I’m weird or something…” I confessed, his eyes calming me and forcing the confession out.

“Oh, (Y/N)… We’re friends now. Nobody would think you’re weird for having nightmares. Almost everyone here gets them…” he soothed, rubbing my back in slow circles.

“Well you guys have scary lives, protecting the world and all, of course you would.. Me, I’m just a seamstress who also knows a lot about armor,” I said, casting my head down.

“So what?” he said, ducking his head down to meet my eyes again.

“So, I shouldn’t get nightmares and I definitely shouldn’t need help, you guys need it more,” I said, my voice low.

“You think just because we have more violent and life-threatening situations in our lives that belittles your problems?” he inquired, his voice disbelieving.

“Well… yeah,” I told him

He scoffed and shook his head, smiling a bit. “That is so not true. Your problems are just as real and relevant as ours. They’re just different, is all.”

I looked up at him and he looked at me, reaffirming his statement.

“Alright…” I ceded.

“Are you going to be okay, doll?” he asked and gently placed a hand on my cheek, causing a blush to appear.

“Uh.. yeah.. Thanks, Bucky,” I said and half-smiled.

“If you have a nightmare again, please come and get me. I’m just down the hall, ok?” he offered.

“You don’t have to take care of me, it’s alright,” I told him, not wanting to be a burden or a bother to him.

“Promise me,” he said, his voice unwavering in resolve.

I sighed, knowing only a promise to alert him of my misfortunes would satisfy him. “Okay, I promise.”

With that, he smiled, bid me good night and left my room. A large part of me wanted him to stay. His arms felt so nice around me and his hand on my cheek was lovely. But I knew there was no way he felt the same, so I silenced that part of my stupid crush on him. The crush that was quickly becoming more than that.

After that night, Bucky visited me in my office every day and on the weekends when I didn’t have to work, he would come to my room and we’d watch movies and hang out. He always showed up with a smile on his face and greeted me with a hug. Who knew Bucky Barnes, the great Winter Soldier, loved hugs? Not that I was complaining- Bucky gave the best hugs.

“Oh wow, it’s so late, Bucky..” I said one Friday night, glancing at the clock that showed 12am.

“Yeah, you should head to bed,” he said, sighing. Was there.. disappointment in his voice?

“No, I was gonna say you should. I’m alright,” I said, smiling.

“I am too, so let’s keep watching Gossip Girl. You’ve got me hooked on this show,” he snickered and put another handful of popcorn in his mouth. As the night wore on, we both became more sleepy and thus, more handsy. Eventually we both watched the show with my head on his shoulder and his arm around me.

Before I knew it, I was being carried onto the mattress and laid down, unaware that I had dozed off and missed half the show. Before Bucky could get too far away, I said words that my more awake filter never would have let me utter.

“Don’t go,” I said in a small voice.

I heard him chuckle and then he slid his body under the comforter with me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me against his chest.

“Thank you, Bucky,” I told him and drifted off into sleep.


I startled awake and my room was pitch black, not even the clock was on, telling me that the power had gone out. What with it being the stormy season, it wasn’t exactly an unlikely thing.

Before I could even begin to react to my own actions, I shot out of bed and ran towards Bucky’s room. Ever since the night we spent cuddling, he and I had been bordering on inseperable. I gently knocked on my door before it was too late to turn away. The fear and shakiness hadn’t subsided since I had woken up, so I wasn’t sure I could even form words to say to Bucky. Bucky, who I was definitely falling for.

The door opened and there he stood, his eyes puffy and hair a mess.

I felt a rush of powerful emotion run through me as I gazed over him. Him being so near comforted me, but I still felt terrified.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” his groggy voice said, opening the door for me to come in.

I couldn’t form words, I could barely move, so I just stood there, my eyes wide and staring at his gorgeous form. I was overwhelmed by the fast beating of my heart and I started to cry with a small sob.

“Oh.. oh, doll, come here…” he said and pulled me to his bare chest, cradling me and holding my head.

I sobbed into his chest and just let myself feel all of my feelings. He carried me over to the bed and cuddled me there, stroking my hair and saying kind words to me. I felt his lips connect with my hair and I felt my heart pound at the contact.

“Bucky..?” I whimpered and looked up at him.

“Yes, I’m here,” he said and placed a warm hand on my cheek.

“Thank you, I’m sorry,” I apologized.

He chuckled. “It’s alright. I told you to get me when you’re having trouble sleeping…“

I said nothing, but buried myself deeper into his embrace, my sobs subsiding.

“You know I care for you, don’t you?” Bucky said abruptly.

My head shot up and I looked at him with wide eyes. “You.. do?”

“Yes… Very much so,” he said, his hand caressing my face gently.

“I care about you, too, Bucky,” I told him, smiling.

“Let me take you out.. Please?” he asked, hope evident in his voice.

“Sure… But right now, I want to sleep…” I said and nuzzled back into his chest. He chuckled and held me securely to him, his grip making me feel safe and protected.

“Hey, Bucky?” I said, resting my hand on his chest.

“Yes, doll?” he responded.

“I feel safe with you,” I told him, knowing how much it meant to him to make someone feel safe. He kissed my head and I drifted off into blissful sleep, not wanting to ever spend a night alone again.