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Preference #28 You Fight and Break Up (Liam) Part 2
You couldn't believe that Liam had told you to get out of his house. True, you'd said some harsh things, spoken out of anger, but kicking you out of his home was something you hadn't imagined he'd do.
"Stupid," You muttered, kicking at the leaves on the sidewalk. You began the walk home, wanting to get there quickly, since the hour was rather late. When you reached your home, you went in and tossed your keys on the hallway table before quickly showering, putting on your comfiest pajamas and crawling into bed. You glanced at your phone to make sure Liam hadn't texted you, before placing it on the bedside table and drifting off to sleep.
When you awoke the next morning, it was to a pounding on your door. You stumbled out of bed and to the door, checking through the security hole to see who it was.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" You inquired, pulling open the door.
"We've been trying to get a hold of you," He explained. "Liam told us about the argument and him telling you to leave. We wanted to make sure you were home safely."
"Well, I am," You replied, crossing your arms. "And I'm not really in the mood to talk to anyone."
"You should talk to Liam. He feels really awful about what he said and did." Harry said.
"He should've thought about that before he said it, then. He told me, at eleven thirty at night, to leave his home. And yeah, I said some things I shouldn't of. But if our roles were reversed, I never would've told him to get out at that hour," You snapped. "Why are you even getting involved in this? I know Liam's your friend, but that doesn't mean you need to get involved in his relationship. Or former relationship, now."
"You're right. I'm sorry, (Y/N)," Harry muttered, looking ashamed. "I'll just....head out now."
You slammed the door behind Harry's retreating back, and went back to bed, picking up your phone. Notification after notification glared back at you, from Twitter, some magazine articles that questioned if your relationship with Liam was still on, as well as some texts from Louis, Harry and Niall. But nothing from Liam.
"Whatever," You muttered, swiping to close all the notifications and opening up YouTube. You scrolled mindlessly though it, clicking on a video and watching it until you fell back asleep.
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It had been a full year since Liam had told you to leave, and you hadn't spoken to him since. The seasons had changed, you'd made new friends, read new books and reread old ones. It was Autumn again, and the nights were growing chilly, perfect for curling up under a blanket with hot chocolate and your favorite show. You wrapped a scarf around your neck and pulled on your coat, before opening the door to your home and heading out in the blustery weather. The wind smelled of Autumn, dried leaves and smoke from fireplaces. You walked to your local coffee shop, pulling open the door and stepping inside, inhaling the smells of fresh baked pastries and coffee. You sat in one of the poofy armchairs that were scattered around the shop, placing your book on the table before getting up to order a drink. When it was ready, you wrapped your hands around the mug and leaned back in the chair, thinking about how the past year had been. Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you set down your mug and picked up your book. You had hardly read a paragraph when a throat clearing made you glance up. Your hands began to shake, and you inhaled sharply.
"L-Liam," You stammered. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm back in town for a bit and decided to try a new coffee place," Liam responded. "Is it okay if I sit?"
"Sure." You said, not really sure about this.
"How have you been, (Y/N)?" Liam asked, fiddling with his headphone case.
"Fine. How about you?" You asked.
"A bit of a mess, on and off," Liam said. "Harry really gave it to me when I told the guys what happened."
"He shouldn't have done that." You murmured.
"Shouldn't he? Instead of listening to your concerns, I kicked you out of my home, late at night, no less," Liam replied. "I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry."
"Why didn't you try and contact me?" You asked.
"I wanted to. I should've. I convinced myself that you didn't want me to contact you. That you were better off without me." Liam said, looking down.
"I wasn't," You murmured. "I wasn't better off without you."
"There hasn't been anyone since you." Liam blurted out.
"There hasn't been anyone since you, either." You replied.
"Do you think.....we could try again?" Liam asked.
"I think we could." You replied, reaching across the table and taking his hand.
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2016 Friday Recs - Week 4
Happy Friday! Some reading recommendations for your enjoyment. No particular order and more to come.
I am trying super hard not to rec an author more than twice this year.
It's A Beautiful Night - We're Looking For Something Dumb To Do by kam
lil clintasha ficlet for poemwriter98's secret santa gift!
The Raft by shaneequa
Natasha helps Steve rescue Team America from the Raft prison, because of one person.
Stereo Hearts by 3booksandaclarinet
Natasha and Clint are DJs at Radio SHIELD. Everyone thinks they should be together but they are completly oblivious. It's up to Kate and Bucky to get them together.
Her Secrets Have Secrets by cielinadress
Natasha was ready for someone to notice her necklace. Or maybe she wasn't.
Rainbows When You (Kiss Me Like That) by Port
In which Clint and Natasha have some very important business to take care of, commandeer a taxi, are disliked by their new handler, and don't quite manage to save London from a terrifying monster.
One More Dance by DRACOBLOODFIST
In an attempt to get away from the noise and crowded heat of one of Tony's famous parties, the assassin pair find themselves on the roof of the Stark tower, dancing to unheard music and savoring the each other's embrace.
three steps (four steps?) by gnatromanoff/@caatws
She is Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and Avenger. Fearlessness is a necessity in her line of work, and she's faced many situations before that have left her shuddering with terror. Walking through the hallway from her bedroom to the kitchen in the middle of the night for a glass of water cannot be one of those situations.
Exhale by Dance_Elle_Dance
He opens his eyes, and for the first time in what seems like years, Natasha can breathe again.
Age of Ultron Redux: Fic Version by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels
Mads saw 'Age of Ultron.' Mads hated 'Age of Ultron.' Mads rewrote 'Age of Ultron.' Fic version of my redux.
If you are one of the authors or know them on tumblr and they are not properly tagged, please let me know in comments and I'll add them. Please feel free to click the Iriel3000fridayrecs link below to browse more categories.
#iriel3000fridayrecs#hawkeye#clintasha#black widow#clint barton#natasha romanov#strike team delta#clint x natasha#clintasha fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#iriel3000fics
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Your blog terrifies the bananas out of me, but I absolutely love it! It's really interesting, what other people have experienced.
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The Indian in the Cupboard for the film asks?
never seen | want to see | terrible | boring | okay | good | great | a favorite
never heard of this film before (i’m shocked) but i love frank oz and i’ll check it out!
film asks!
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100 for the song thing
hometown - cleopatrick
send me a number from 1 to 100 for a song off my spotify best of 2018 pl
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He’s got a halo so bright
its light pierces through the heavens
to set the cities below on fire,
their ashes breathing new life into old soil;
He’s got galaxies in his eyes
with stars glittering brightly,
their light reflecting off the moon
and illuminating night skies;
He’s got a voice so commanding
the earth shakes and crumbles
while glass shatters and splinters,
leaving trails of scarlet crystals in his wake;
He’s got wings so dark, so black
even the deepest depth of the ocean
and the farthest corner of the universe
could not envelop them;
He’s got rage like thunder
and the presence of a hurricane,
but his touch is like lightning -
with a heat so intense and an atmosphere so electric,
only a holy being with a cloudless heart could hold such power.
I bet even the stars envy his light // n.s.
Supernatural Poetry Challenge | adoringjensen vs poemwriter98
Prompt: lightning
Pairing: none
Tags: Castiel
#supernaturalpoetrychallenge#poemwriter98#castiel#spn poetry#snacklesfamily#my writing#mine#blissfulcastiel#galaxystiel#envydean#angvlicmish#stardustsam#soldierdean#bennylaffite#padaleckhi
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how did I get here
what wrong turn did I take
the path behind, the path in front
both are strewn with
loneliness and loss
blood and bone
the light shines no more upon my face
for i have become darkness
i never knew i could be so cold
blood in my mouth
disease in my veins
i am what cannot be touched
cannot be loved
by you
i understand, brother
i cast no blame
how can i
when i
am a
monster
For the Supernatural Poetry Challenge/February
Partner: poemwriter98
Prompt: Sam Winchester
Inspired by Season 4 Sam
Pairings: Wincest(sort of)
#supernaturalpoetrychallenge#poemwriter98#sam winchester#wincest#kind of#i just think S4 Sam felt so alone#anyway#sorry this is so late!!#my writing
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Mercury, Jupiter?
mercury: what’s something you couldn’t live without?
my phone jkdghjkhg
jupiter: if you could choose your own name what would it be?
i have no idea tbh im not sure what would suit me :’))
send me space related asks? :)
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@kzizzle1905 @poemwriter98 ~ thank you i gotta see if any of them are on netflix!!! @sophiatonkiin ~ i don't really care about genre tbh. ijust wanna watch some movies. it's been way too long since i did that. i just watched spring breakers and holy damn what a shit movie
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What do you think of Liam's new song?
I think it’s interesting, but some of it is a bit....not my style.
What do you think of it?
-Angel
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Tony, the Idiot- Tony x Reader(f)
Authors Notes: Sorry this took me a while to get out, Nonny. But here it is.
Prompt: Could you perhaps write a Tony Stark x reader one, where he’s made her mad at him, but he has absolutely no idea why, so he’s chasing her through the house trying to make it right. Cute argument style. A bit like the start of PS I love you? “I know I must have done something horrid but please can you remind me what it is babe?”
Word Count: 950
Notes/Warnings: Screaming, kissing, fighting but not really
Masterlist
You stormed through the front door not bothering to hold it open for him.
“Y/N,” Tony called behind you as he caught up. “You mad about something?”
You began to climb the stairs up to your shared apartment. “Nope.” You scowled as you fished your keys from your purse. Your heels clicked on the tiled hallway of your floor.
“I get this feeling that you’re lying.”
You could hear the smirk on his face. Was he actually finding this entertaining?
You opened your door and shoved it back in hopes it might hit him, but you heard him catch it and lock it behind him.
“Baby, just tell me what’s wrong.” He followed you into your bedroom and took off his suit coat.
“I shouldn’t have to tell you what’s wrong, Anthony.” You shouted from the closet.
He threw his hands out and looked to the heavens for help. “Oh, dear, my full name.” He mumbled. He still couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face. He loved the way you looked when you were angry.
“Well, why don’t you tell me anyways. Just so I know we’re on the same page.”
You popped your head out from behind the closet door with death in your eyes. You threw a stiletto at him and he barely dodged it.
“Did I order you the wrong wine? I ordered the wrong wine, didn’t I? I’m sorry, baby, I thought You wanted white. I’ll do better next time.”
You threw another shoe at him.
“Okay, not the wine.” He said to himself. “It was the tip, right? I’ll leave a bigger one?”
You came storming out in nothing but pajama shorts and a bra. “You told my mother that I didn’t want to get married!” You shouted. “My mother! The woman was raised on Southern standards and you told her I think the institution of marriage is a sham! You might as well have crucified me!”
Tony laughed. “That’s what this is about? Baby, she didn’t seem to mind at all, she even smiled at me when I said it.”
“You’re so stupid! Of course she smiled at you. She wasn’t about to make a scene right there in the middle of the restaurant!” You shoved him and he sat back onto the bed. He was still smiling at you. You shoved a finger in his face. “You can bet that I’m going to get a phone call in the morning of her wanting an explanation or worse, she’ll recite a sermon on the bonds of matrimony!” You stormed into the bathroom.
“But, Y/N you’ve said it yourself you don’t want to get married.”
“No!” You came out as quickly as you went in and Tony scrambled to get away from you. “I said I didn’t want to be pressured into getting married because society thinks I should! I never said I didn’t want to marry you!”
The only thing separating Tony from your rage was the bed. So, since you couldn’t reach him you began throwing pillows at him. “You. Are. So. Stupid!” You went back to the bathroom.
Tony sighed and shook his head. Clearly you weren’t just really being dramatic. He’d upset you. He’ll have to fix it now. He put all of the pillows back.
He went to the bathroom door and stood in the frame. He crossed his arms and watched with a smile as you finished taking your make-up off. He thought you were gorgeous regardless but he loved no-make-up-Y/N.
“I’m sorry.” He said quietly.
“I know you are.” You replied at a normal pitch. You sighed and looked at him in the mirror before you turned and tried to leave.
He caught your arm. “Marry me.” He proposed.
You rolled your eyes and slipped past him. “You’re only saying that to try and make it up to me.”
“I’m saying it because I want to marry you. I always have.”
You pulled down the covers and sat on your side of the bed. “I want to marry you, too. But I don’t want you to propose tonight. Not after all that,” You waved your hand around the room, “Disaster of a fight.”
“Is it really a fight if you were the only one yelling?” He sat beside you and pulled you onto his lap.
You shook your head but grinned in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”
“Me, too.” He kissed your temple. “And if I’m being honest, that isn’t how I’m planning on proposing so I’ll happily accept your decline.”
You held his face and smiled up at him. ”You’ve planned it?”
He ran with it in true Tony fashion. “Oh, yeah. Down to the last napkin. I mean, no spoilers but there will be fireworks and a cake the size of Thor.”
You laughed and kissed him. “Why would you still want to marry me after all that?”
“That? That was nothing. You remember the night we got into it over AC/DC?”
You pressed your face into his neck and groaned. “Don’t remind me.” You chuckled.
“Exactly. If anything I should have dumped you then. Walked right out and left you.” He teased.
You sat up and kissed him so he’d stop talking.
He happily obliged for a moment before he pulled back. “Tell you what,”
Your head ticked to the side.
“You promise to say yes and I’ll promise you the best proposal of all time. No expense spared.”
You grinned. “I have a counter.”
“I’d expect nothing less.��
“I’ll say yes if you promise to ask.”
The smile on Tony’s face was priceless. You’d frame the moment if you could.
“Deal.”
“I love you, Tony.”
“I love you, too.”
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Keeping a Secret
by Poemwriter98
“Ah, Mr. Tomlinson. How nice of you to join us,” Professor Wilson said, gesturing for Louis to take a seat. Louis nodded, his cheeks tinted red, before taking his accustomed seat. He tried to focus on his professor discussing Charlemagne, and how his time as a ruler changed the way kings ruled, but found his mind wandering. The bandage around his chest was pressing uncomfortably against his ribs, making his breaths come out shallowly.
“Louis? Do you know the answer?” Professor Wilson inquired.
“I’m-I’m sorry, Professor. What did you ask?” Louis asked.
“Why did Pope Leo the Third crown Charlemagne king?” Professor Wilson said, his brow creasing in worry.
“Charlemagne was crowned king on Christmas Day because he came to the Pope’s aid when…..when,” Louis gasped, before crumpling. He slid out of his chair, his head hitting the floor with a resounding thunk.
Words: 1159, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Additional Tags: Trans Character, Trans Louis, Endgame Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, one direction - Freeform, 1d, One direction AU, EMT Niall Horan, University Student Louis, Student Louis, Harry Styles - Freeform, Niall Horan & Liam Payne Friendship, Niall Horan & Harry Styles Friendship, Niall Horan & Louis Tomlinson Friendship, EMT Liam Payne, Doctor Harry
via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' http://ift.tt/2ptvnoR
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2, 7, 16, 28, 29, 36, 37, 38, 45, 54?
2. Height
I’m 5′9. At least I was the last time I checked.
7. Tattoos?
Several. On my shoulder I have a SuperWhoLock one (so sue me - I still love it). On my lower back is a “tramp stamp” with the ring inscription from LotR, I have “Allons-y” written on my wrist, and a sad skeletal bat on my other arm. On my left leg I have a dragon and a couple of norse runes, and on both feet I have “Alt som er gull glitter ikke” and “Ikke alle som vandrer går vill” (which is the Norwegian translation of “All that is gold doesn’t not glitter, not all those who wander are lost”). I have many others planned as well. Currently saving up for a SPN themed sleeve.
16. The last book you read
I read a lot for work, but the last book I read was actually a book I’ve read before: “Book of Life” by Deborah Harkness. It’s the last book in the All Souls trilogy, and I absolutely adore it!
28. What do you want to achieve in the next year?
That’s a hard one. I would very much like to find myself a new job, but I don’t really think it’ll happen - there aren’t many available jobs in Norway at the moment.
29. Do you believe in true love?
I do. I’m a hopeless romantic - you can probably tell from my stories. :D
36. What would you tell your younger self?
Follow your own dreams, don’t think so much about what others would want to do if they were you. Also: you’re awesome. Those idiots are not worth your tears.
37. Would you skip the bad parts of your life to be successful?
I’m not sure. Some of them, sure, but I feel like I’m the sum of both good and bad experiences. I would be a whole different person if I skipped all the bad stuff.
38. What do you want to do with the rest of your life?
In a perfect world, I’d go back to uni and study biology and chemistry and spend the rest of my life in science. But that’s a pretty big dream, so I’ll settle for being allowed to write my small stories, and perhaps one day publish my novel.
45. What was your last dream about?
It was about Sam Winchester, actually. We were walking through a Wal-Mart sized store and trying to pick the best produce to cook with. I think we were discussing whether or not to bake a pie.
54. When was the last time you thought you were beautiful?
Oh shit, that’s a long time ago. I think I was about seven or eight, and I got this gorgeous dress for Christmas. I felt like a princess. But then things happened at school, and my self esteem got buried under tons of self hatred. I’m trying to dig it up, but the work is hard and slow. Sometimes I think I look okay, but the thought always dissipates whenever I see myself in the mirror.
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I just read all the chapters of Pour Your Heart Out and it is so beautiful and wonderful! I love it so much! You're a really talented writer-every time Harry was hurting, or happy, you really showed it, and, I don't know if this makes sense, but it was like feeling what he was feeling.
Oh! Thank you SO much, this means a lot. I’m so happy it comes across that way because I tried really hard to do exactly that. Thank you for reading, I appreciate it so much! 💙💚
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Written for: @spnangstbingo
Pairing: Reader x Jared
Warnings: self doubt, assumptions, condom (you’ll see), accusations (implied and not), cheating (implied), destruction of property, character death, unresolved issues…
Word Count: 1,508
Square Filled: Free Space
Summary: When the reader discovers something unusual in her night-stand, she begins to question her relationship with her husband.
A/N: Something personal I needed to flesh out- I tend to overreact and assume the worst in people and today it came to a head.
Something was niggling at the back of your head for what seemed like days. It wasn’t desperate to be sought out, however, it was making its presence known and the pebble in your stomach was becoming more like a rock as the sleepless nights passed.
You’d been married to the love of your life for roughly four years and together for over seven. Soulmates he had insisted; you were quick to quote Plato thus sealing you both together. To him, you were his unicorn: rare, special, and everything he had hoped to have in a loved one. He was everything you ever wanted in a man.
Relationships are tricky though- you read about them, your girlfriends talk endlessly about the ups and downs of their romances, you see what could only be pictured as too good to be true on the big screen. There were days that led to weeks that eventually seemed like months, where neither of you were intimate with the other.
His work schedule, your health, even the late night texts and skype calls were not enough. He constantly reminded you how beautiful you were; knowing you were having self doubts about your appearance. He would stare with such an intensity it was as if you were going to fade from his existence.
What any other woman would take to heart and be grateful for the attention, you were feeling trapped. His constant praises full of rightful intent were becoming trite to you, a necessity; his loving gaze into your soul was driving you mad as if he was hovering, frightened that you may break at any moment.
Jared had left early in the morning forgetting to set your alarm, which was usually a warm kiss to your forehead. Usually one to oversleep, your intuition woke you. There was that niggling feeling in your gut again. You had various phone calls to return, bills to pay, and by the time you realized you may be behind on one of the more important ones, regardless of your husband’s income and yours combined, the stress began to stir in your chest.
Tiny spindles threading together like a spider weaving a web; only this web was becoming tighter and tighter against your ribcage and the only thing it was catching was your breath.
Reaching into your night stand for your anxiety medicine, “to be taken as needed”, your hand rummaged around for the drugstore orange bottle, only to land on something you hadn’t felt, seen, or used in seven years.
A fucking trojan; its blue wrapper shiny and new, the label screaming, “lubricated for his pleasure” or something you couldn’t fathom, because, what the actual fuck, Jared, why is there a condom in here in the first place?
This was the last fucking straw to break your back and you did what any wife would do when she found something unusual; you took a damn photo of it on your cell phone and texted your husband,
Why is THIS in my nightstand?!
Breathe in…rage out…
It’s not even the ones we used when we DID use protection FYI.
There weren’t enough emojis to send and the ones you wanted to use would only ignite this further, so you inhaled, texted your best friend the screen shots of the on going message to your husband, and waited.
Dramatically, an eternity passed, but in actuality it was maybe two minutes top when Jared’s smiling face appeared on your phone, his text reading,
???I have no idea!!!!
We’re playing the husband without a clue card, you snarled through your teeth as you read the message again, as if there were a secret encoded reason as to why he was playing said card. You had nothing to go on so you became obsessed with the actual text itself. Who even uses that many exclamation points, you felt the anger boiling in your gut, your jaw clenching, teeth gnashing together, as you typed out your response,
Who is she, Jared.
Not a question; a full on accusation. You needed to see his face, so you pulled up the FaceTime application on your cellphone and it rang, its incessantly, high pitched, annoying tone, mocking you.
It rang.
Rang again.
Call has ended.
“Not on my end, you son of a bitch,” you threw you phone across the room and it shattered. Not bothering to pick it up, you hastily grabbed your overnight bag, stuffed whatever clothing you could manage, threw in your toiletries and makeup, and hightailed it toward the garage.
His metallic onyx Wrangler was taunting you while the keys to your own car, were gripped so tightly that they were pinching your flesh. Scratching a jagged scar into the driver’s side, you had hoped to trigger something, relief, you didn’t care, what aroused from the act.
You felt zero remorse, zero guilt; you felt nothing in that moment and it frightened you.
You stared at the flecks of paint on your pale and shaking fingers, looked towards the visible scarring on the truck, and only wished he felt an iota of the pain you were feeling. As you slammed your belongings into the backseat of your vehicle, you peeled out of the garage, and tore towards your best friend’s house.
As you sped, the limit on the highway, went out the proverbial window, you zigzagged in and out of the cars that were going too slow for your liking. That web that was building in your rib-cage was expanding more than it would allow you to exhale the anger that was making you see red; no, you weren’t seeing red, there were spots in front of your eyes, your breathing was becoming erratic, the sharp inhales of wanton breath leaving you for a lack of a better word, breathless.
They say when you die, your life flashes before your eyes, but in your case, all you saw were those flitting spots in front of your eyes as the tears blinded you to the red light in an intersection.
Hey, you’ve reached the voicemail of YN YLN, I’m either screening my calls or busy, guess you’ll never know. Leave a message after the beep.
Beep.
Jamming the phone into his back pocket, Jared was infuriated. A literal chicken without his head, he was running around the set, bumping into the PAs and cameras, as he dashed to his trailer, Jensen hot on his trail. He had shown his best friend the text messages and felt horrible about not being able to take your FaceTime call, but Rich was running a tight ship. As soon as he yelled cut and print, Jared had made haste to get Clif to drive him home.
Jensen, trying to aide his best friend with reminders of breathing techniques he had learned throughout his therapeutic sessions was doing nothing but setting Jared’s meltdown into overdrive.
Shoving Jensen out of the SUV, Jared’s eyes blown from worry, the tears building but refusing to fall down his dimpled cheeks, he looked him in the eyes and swallowed, this is my fault, Jensen, mine.
Jensen knew what Jared meant; tried to persuade him to let him tag along, but Jared insisted, slamming the door to the SUV with such force. He watched as Clif drove Jared home, the black vehicle becoming just a speck in the distance.
Jensen swiped his code into his lockscreen and dialed your number, but it went straight to voicemail.
Hey, you’ve reached the voicemail of YN YLN, I’m either screening my calls or busy, guess you’ll never know. Leave a message after the beep.
Jared insisted Clif drive faster but he was quick to be stern with the young man, reminding him it wouldn’t do him no good if he was dead before he got to ya. The road leading towards your house became packed, cars nearly at a standstill. Flashing lights could be seen in the forefront and as the cars stopped to stare at the wreckage, Jared attempted your phone again. His heart beat picked up as he saw the compacted metal of what used to be your favorite car, a body bag being zipped up alongside the road, and an ambulance leaving the scene of the accident. Clif immediately noticed the make of your car, locked the doors to the SUV, and sped like hell towards the hospital.
You never thought it would end like this; but here you were, lying on your back, hooked up to various machines, unable to breathe, speak, or think. Otherworldly it was, watching the scene unfold before you. You husband was sullen, his skin taut and gray in color, his beard had grown in, and he hadn’t showered in days. He reached for your hand, urging you, begging you, to squeeze just once. You would admit later on when you were met on judgement day, that you were tempted to squeeze back. The fight in you, however, had ended the moment you heard Jared’s voice crack and the phrase that left you hollow,
Baby, I never meant to…
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Kisses Series - Bucky x Reader(f) 16
Part 16: Crying Kisses
Author’s notes: This is my second to favorite chapter for sure. :)
Word Count: 1.1K
Notes/Warnings: nerves, anxiousness, fighting, a tiny bit of violence, guns and duh, kissing
Series Masterlist
It had been six months since Latvia and to say that Bucky and Y/N were doing great would be an understatement. Things had never been better for the two of them and the whole team could feel it. No longer was one distracted by the other but rather, they worked in complete harmony. Y/N fought side by side with Bucky and they both learned to complement each other’s fighting style. Where they had once been worried over each other, they were now wholly confident together.
Today, however, Bucky was on edge. By events out of their control, Y/N had gone on a mission without him. The last time this happened…well, he didn’t want to think about it.
He paced the cargo area of the jet and chewed on the inside of his lips.
“WIll you calm down?” Sam said annoyed. “You’re making me nervous just lookin’ at you. Cap, tell your gerriatric friend to sit down before he breaks a hip?”
Steve smirked from the pilots seat. “Technically we’re only a year apart so, I take offense to that.”
“Seriously, Barnes what’s got your panties in a bunch?” Sam asked, ignoring Steve, who was obviously not going to be of any help.
“We have a date tonight.”
Sam’s eyes widened incredulously. “A date? Haven’t y’all been together for, like, over a year now? Reschedule!”
“Technically we broke up for a little bit in the middle but, yeah, something like that.” Bucky grumbled as he continued to pace. He did manage to keep his eyes on the screen that was showing the footage from Stark’s suit. If he couldn’t be beside you he’d still be watching.
“What’s so important about tonight’s date?” Steve asked.
“Wait,” Sam sat upright with his arms outstretched, trying to halt the conversation. “When did you two break up? How come nobody told me?”
Bucky looked at Steve and paused beside him. “She’s my best girl, Steve. I-uh…” Bucky bit his lip before pulling a small, black, velvet box from his combat vest.
Steve eyed the box for a second as he registered what Bucky was trying to say. Then, he smiled up at his friend, “Tonight?”
Bucky nodded. “Tonight marks one year since Stark’s party and almost two years since the day I met her. I just wanted the day to mean something, I guess.”
Steve tried to contain how happy he was for Bucky so, he shifted his weight to conceal a massive smile before bringing it back to a reasonable grin. “I think that’s great, Buck. I’m really happy for you.”
“Yeah, okay let’s not pop the bubbly.” Sam stood up and continued to stare at the two super soldiers who were ignoring him. “When did you two break up?!” He shouted.
“Okay, boys,” Tony’s voice came in over the coms, “You’re up! Fly in low so when you drop Barnes, he doesn’t break something.” He mocked.
Steve grabbed the yoke and all but rolled the plane down to the battle that was just breaking out.
“So, much for an ‘in-and-out mission’.” Bucky scoffed as he held tight to keep from falling at Steve’s drastic piloting.
Sam was tumbling throughout the cabin after having taken his seatbelt off and Steve opened the bay doors at just the right moment and Sam fell out of the plane with a cuss word.
“He was wearing his wings, right?” Bucky yelled over the rushing wind.
Steve’s eyes widened before he relaxed and smiled. “I’m pretty sure!” He shouted back.
“I’m gonna kill you, Rogers!” Sam shouted over the coms.
Steve turned to Bucky, “Get ready to jump!” He shouted.
The plane leveled out as Steve switched it to auto-pilot and they both made their way to the bay ramp. As if on cue, they both jumped and landed in the middle of the fight. Bucky went hard left and flanked Y/N, taking out four Hydra operatives as he went.
“It’s about time, sweetheart.” Y/N grinned, holding her pistol out in front of her. “I was starting to get lonely.”
“Sorry,” Bucky tackled a thug and punched him twice with his left arm. “I got held up at the office. And you know how traffic is at this hour.” He winked at her and she chuckled.
Just being next to her was already putting him at ease. A new wave of hydra came pouring out of the abandoned building behind Y/N and Bucky whipped out his sub-gun and pointed it near Y/N. “Down!”
Y/N immediately dropped and covered Bucky’s six while he emptied a mag on the twelve men headed for the team. She hopped up and brushed the dirt off her pants, “Thanks, babe.” She pecked his cheek and grinned at him.
Bucky wrapped his arm around her and kept her at his side. “Marry me.”
Y/N’s smile dropped. “What?”
Bucky grinned. “I’m serious, Y/N.”
An explosion to the south of them and he pulled her into the tree line.
“That’s the last of them. All clear, gang. Let’s head back to the Mystery Machine.” Tony’s voice joked.
Bucky ignored them and fumbled with the zipper of his vest pocket. “I meant to do this properly and I still plan on taking you to dinner but,” Bucky let go of Y/N and stepped back, presenting the box to her. “Y/F/N, I thought I was going to hate you,”
Y/N’s eyes began to water and her hands flew over her mouth.
Bucky sniffed, if she was gonna cry he was sure to follow. “But with every passing moment I knew you were going to be the love of my life. And I was right. You are, and-” Bucky swore under his breath as he wiped his eyes. “I promised myself I’d get through this.” He chuckled and cleared his throat. “Y/N, will you do me the honor of-”
“Yes!” Y/N grabbed his vest and pulled him up into a kiss.
It was an awkward kiss filled with tears and laughter from both parties. Bucky pulled her into a quick hug before leaning back and kissing her again.
“You’re sure?” He asked her as he wiped the tears from her face.
She nodded quickly. “Yes, of course!”
And there they stood, decked out in tactical gear with their guns on their hips and dirt on their faces crying and kissing each other like they were the only ones around.
“So..we’re not gonna talk about when they broke up?” Sam asked with a shrug from where he and the team were watching from a distance.
“They WHAT?” Nat screamed.
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