#aaagghhhh i love him

[heavnlyhetfield]

STOP IT OLD MAN BEFORE I KISS YOU

[gorillaxyz]

TRUMAN MENTIONNNNNNNNN

[pokemonruby]

i have fixed him :)

[dumb-duxky]

Have this Stanley doodle, bc I have been hiding my recent Gravity falls obsession...

I should definitely draw him in his beanie...

(I love Stanley pines AAAGGHHHH)

[celestie0]

HIHI ELLIEEEEE!!!!

https://x.com/villainsaints/status/1798076302584586540?s=46

what do u think of this trope with gojo???

n to answer ur question about who would fit for racer gang au GOJOOOOO! im not biased at all😞 ik he would be soooo cockyy, extra annoying n a bit of an asshole who changes when he meets the nice girl who also loves a good competition n likes to put him in his place.

hes so used to getting any girl or guy he needs so when u leave him all high n dry, he gets so whiny 😭 like he NEEDS to have u…initially he just needs u on his bed but slowly starts to love u waitttt let me coook! im a sucker for this trope😭

zuro anon

HIIII zuro my love <33

media:

UMMM i love rivals to lovers i think thats like the best kind of enemies to lovers, and with GOJO? that’d be so hot bc he’s good at everything he does and he knows it too so can you imagine the banter n the cockiness n the “i know how this works better than you do, sweetheart” while yall are battling it out ✋🏼😔 and he’d lowkey win everytimelskdhd

how funny would it be tho if it was the most low stakes competition ever xD like just weekend pickle ball or something

IVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE A TENNIS AU SO BAD BC I PLAYED TENNIS IN HS and a little in college and 🙏🏼😩 imagine playing singles at wimbledon against gojo (lol we’ll just pretend it’s co-ed) and you guys are glaring eachother down hittin serves n nasty forehands that the tournament has never seen but theres sm sexual tension too 😔🫣 AAAGGHHHH i just love sports au’s sm ✍🏼

and omggg YES i love that sm haha im biased too so i’d probs make it a gojo fic xD im a gojo girlie’s girl alskdjdhd and you’re so right he’s go nuts if he couldn’t have someone he wants aaaaaaaa zuro bae ur headcanons n ideas are just so 🙏🏼 chefs kiss god bless u

much love <3

- ellie 🔥

[minquiec]

A bit of the song analysis from Paalam, Leonora by Sugarcane

- "Ngayon lang nakadama ng wagas na pagkamangha, hiling ko lang naman"

Translated to:

"I only had experienced the feeling of being speechless, my only wish was."

KEYWORD "WAS"

= I get the impression that guy has only experienced being so speechless by a girl, like this girl is the only one who made him feel so breathless and stunned. (Like inspired by your "why hobie fell for jia" lore)

YET, he has to let go, because in the end their love was not meant to last. Their love couldn't wasn't strong enough to fight fate. She had came to terms with her spider senses and found courage and hope

She found hope while he lost his.

It's giving them y'know 💔

NO CAUSE THATS LITERALLY IT IM THROWIJNGJR UP

cause genuinely their love was impossible from the start bc of the whole 'we from diff universes' thing and I've seen these two quotes that absolutely kill me cause

JUST READ THEM AND ULL SEE WHAG I MEAN

They actually make me so sick im honest to god bouta lose my mind

IK IM THE CREATOR OF THIS WHOLE THING BUT what kills me is that before the day jia had gone thru her breakdown was the last day they ever slept tgt (not in that way I mean Literally Sleeping) AND WHAT KILLS ME MORE WAS THAT

during the 3 minute reunion where Jia regained control, hobie would've had that brief moment of

'its gonna be okay, things will go back to normal, I won't let go again' (cause he got rlly sad when he spent that first night alone in ages)

THERE WAS A BRIEF PERIOD OF HOPE BUUTTT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 AAAGGHHHH

Me acting like I didn't torture myself like this and actively making a decision to make this canon I can't stand myself ⚰️

I swear the opm songs I'm being introduced are gonna be the death of me cause I'm literally crying over them 🔥🔥🔥🔥 somebody please send help

[theswampghost]

rant beneath the read more cuz we had our first session last night

we played daggerheart last night and this is the campaign that i never intended to be a campaign. i always intended for this to be a oneshot and then when we had our session 0 last week it morphed into something much bigger. which, i love ttrpgs and of course i would be happy to play one longterm, but i also am the GM and have so much anxiety about whether or not my stories are good for the game / players and if i'm doing enough to be a good gm. we picked up another player last week as well, as we got dinner beforehand and ran into a mutual friend who one of my players (!!!!!!!) offered to let him join the party. okay. cool cool cool cool cool i now have a 5 person party. we go to make characters and he makes like.... a joke character? he seemed excited about it but idk. he keeps making weird jokes like "hey dm what if i named my character this unpronounceable string of consonants. wouldn't that be funny" AND THEN we get around to actually playing and he's so.... not into it? he was on his phone at the table for a while, even when i was specifically asking him what his character is doing, and he only spoke up when he was able to make a joke about his character. i'm just a little frustrated because why would you even venture to join the fucking campaign if you don't want to speak up and you don't want to play and you're not even going to answer me when i try to engage with you? AAAGGHHHH i don't know, maybe he's just uncomfortable or maybe he's just not invested, which is fine, but why even join the party in the first place then? he also has a tendency to just. cut me off when i'm talking and ignore whatever i was saying so. idk. i just want this game to go well and i'm also deeply nervous about my dming capabilities because i've never dmed for longer than a few sessions in a row before and even that hasn't been very high-stakes because none of those people had ever played before so i felt a little more confident in my abilities as a beginning dm. aaaaghgghhhh. i also was unable to stop thinking about the campaign all night and got a terrible night's sleep so there's that as well hahahahahha i need to not think about this for just like. a few hours. please

[godteri-takk]

SLDHZJSYSK HE LOOK SO COOL LIKE THIS AAAGGHHHH *GRABBING HIS HEAD AND SLAMMING HIM INTO THE WALL* I LOVE THIS DESIGN!!!!!!!!!

he’s gonna steal your heart (literally)

[shaina-19]

HEAR ME OUT!

Okay, so I originally didn't get the Sakura hate before because I wasn't that invested on Naruto and I only really got interested on Naruto Shippuden (esp when they were fighting Pain).

BUT rewatching Naruto and watching it with more interest than ever made me realise that her character was so poorly written. She wasn't great at anything and ALL she could thing about was Sasuke. Let's say that yes, she loves him and she feels somewhat attach to him more than Naruto or anyone else but come on! She literally gave her and Ino's friendship up because of a guy. Ino build her confidence up and everything. Also with Naruto. She's so ungrateful. Naruto literally saved her so many times but all she thinks about is Sasuke. Even in the most dangerous times, she only thinks about Sasuke.

There's so many more I could add but aaagghhhh! I'm almost done with Naruto and now moving to Shippuden. I like her better there. I just want to rant it out my chest because I can't continue watching this with all this hate for her.

Don't get me wrong, I only hate her on Naruto. I've watched Shippuden more times than Naruto so not really used to this Sakura being this useless. That's all. Sorry of I offended any Sakura fans. That was not my intention and I just really needed to let this out.

#Naruto #Naruto shippuden #Sakura #sasuke #rant

[pappi-bowie]

I can't stop thinking about him!

[foreverpearl]

the umbrella academy season 1: live reactions

ok i'm starting this show for five

i'm real curious abt ben

what's... what's up with allison & luther

OMG five is 13?!?!?!?

JSJDHDHDH technically he's 50 and somehow it's easier for me to crush on that than to accept that he's physically a 13y boy LMAO

OMG KLAUS IS SIMON FROM THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS

i'm looking forward to the five-vanya meme lol

timeskip, i'm in the middle of ep5 now and this whole family is so deranged and dysfunctional... i'm so sorry to everyone in it

omfg i knew leonard was a yandere psycho ass mf

i needa know what happened to ben

poor dave. poor klaus.

also i'm puking my guts out at luther and allison... my dudes you're siblings

i. i hate it.

i hate the day that wasn't

they were gettin closure n shit :(

five just kinda undid all of their character development...

OMFG HAROLD JENKINS

hazel and agnes... please they need to be happy

fuck if cha cha fucking kills him...

(around ep7) y'know what i bet it's vanya who ends the world

protect harold jenkins bc he's the one who enables her powers

their father knew abt it or sumn and that's why he's suppressing her

also he tries to stop five from time travelling lest he discovers the apocalypse/vanya's powers

anyway

did klaus just fucking die <3

ok he just undied <3 but wtf mr hargreeves

well that's one mystery solved ig. wtf tho

omfg vanya just broke her mf neck

hazel best boi himbo <3 how very kind we love this assassin

did allison just fucking die

i hate this show

who's next who are they killing off next huh >:(

omfg. ok vanya u murderer. literally all of humanity. oooooh i'm so angsty and depressed i'm gonna kill 7 billion people (plus a lot of flora & fauna) because of my childhood

her coping mechanism is... genocide???

after-show thoughts!!

is ben alive again? love him, would love to see him soon

so proud seeing him all octopussy in that theater!! lov u babey!!

i'm so happy for hazel and agnes <3

fuck this whole family bro

i understood luther and felt sorry for him at first but i don't think he's been a good leader at all, like... ever lmao... i think he's just number 1 bc he's loyal

five is cute <3 also diego is hot but i'm sure he stinks ass, he never washes that outfit of his

allison's i heard a rumor that you loved me... oh my god.... aaagghhhh... :'(

BEN SHOW ME BEN

klaus and dave D':

klaus and dave............

this whole family sucks not a single happy moment. dysfunctional asf

i'm gonna watch s2 asap i needa know what happens!! also omg r they all kids now

also also fuck vanya again, not to invalidate her but dude leave the rest of humanity out of ur family drama. literally causing dinosaurs 2.0 goddamn

btw what time period is this... like they don't have phones or sumn i think? love the aesthetic

what's diego's power again? is it literally just knives

bonus: hotness tier (also kindness is hot)

five, diego, mommy grace <3

allison, patch, handler (she sucks but she's so attractive so no she doesn't)

klaus, hazel

agnes <3, luther

vanya, pogo (??!!)

cha cha

[angelasscribbles]

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

It's happening!!!!!!! Let's goooooooooooooooooooooooo

This isn’t the last you’ll see of Lilith and Drake, as I have some one shot ideas for later on.

I cannot wait!

And Drake Walker was a nervous wreck.

Of course he is and the entire sequence with him and Liam is just fucking BRILLIANT!

Listen, all of it was amazing, from how well you showed his anxiety with the physical motions...to the humor from Liam...to all his angsty doubts....but this.....

Drake swallowed hard and shook his head. “I don’t ever want to be that guy again. I hated that guy.”

and this...

Drake looked at the floor, his heart clenching at the thought that held him back any time he wanted to move forward. “What if.. she says no?”

AAAGGHHHH the angst is going to KILL ME

Him stumbling all over himself because he's a nervous wreck and her being like what's wrong with you because she has no idea this isn't just a regular old date....

Drake’s deep voice cut in and Lilith froze as she heard him recite the next lines, not even glancing at the book. 

Holy crap woman!

I'd quote the whole proposal but I don't want to give everything away to those that haven't read it! It was fantastic! And this....

Drake released a shaking breath and wrapped her in a tight hug, unable to hold back tears of his own. “I honestly didn’t know! You always keep me guessing, Nevrakis!”

I love this detail! He really wasn't one hundred percent sure of her reaction and that makes this the bravest fucking thing he's ever done!!!

Drake held her tightly, his whole body flooding with relief and bliss. “I love you!”

Drake brushed a tear from her cheek, his heart swelling with emotion. “Thank you for making life worth living.”

Amazing ending to an amazing series! Thank you so much for sharing your talent with us!!!

Seriously....

The Other Nevrakis

Chapter 28 - Take My Hand

Pairings- Drake x OC (Lilith Nevrakis), Liam x Riley

Book- TRR Book One 

Synopsis- Lilith Nevrakis is the younger sister of Duchess Olivia, and the black sheep of her family. Drake Walker is the best friend of the Crown Prince. Lilith and Drake are similar in that they both prefer random hookups to relationships. Once they meet, something in each of them changes and they both realize they want more out of life. But is what they want, each other?

A/N- This pretty much follows the events of TRR Book 1, but this is an AU where Olivia has a younger sister and Riley is Maxwell’s cousin. The story alternates between Lilith and Drake’s POV, but not in first person.

Series Warnings- Language, Drinking, Sensuality, NSFW 

Word count- 2,720

18+ only

Catch up on past chapters here.

***Well, here we are at the last chapter! (Sorry it took so long to get out)  This isn’t the last you’ll see of Lilith and Drake, as I have some one shot ideas for later on. I appreciate you all reading my fic and hope you’ve enjoyed it ❤️

Keep reading

[serpenteve]

So the two most loved TGT characters are Aleksander and Nikolai. Since Ben has successfully made all of us simps for Aleksander and gave a brilliant performance,carried the whole show on his back even w limited screentime,the actor casted for Nikolai is gonna have to get to THAT level. And it makes me feel so sad for him lmfao pls who can surpass Ben's charm??? I love Nikolai alot and my boy will have to do his best like his life depends on it because good god people in this fandom has HIGH hopes.

Also, DARKOLAI AAAGGHHHH.

I really hope the SAB season 2 casting picks Nikolai based on the MAXIMUM DARKOLAI SEXUAL TENSION POTENTIAL because otherwise literally 👏🏽what 👏🏽is 👏🏽the 👏🏽point 👏🏽 of having two of the hottest fictional male characters stuck on a boat together and glowering longing into each other's eyes.

[egg-emperor]

I do a Games Art course at my college and I was drawing Eggman (modern) - someone came up to me and asked me something like “who’s that?”

I said “It’s Eggman/Robotnik, whichever you prefer.”

They were like “Really? It looks nothing like him at all…”

After a couple minutes of confusion we came to the conclusion that they were referring to Jimbotnik and they’d never seen Eggman’s actual design before.

I was then sad for the rest of the day.

Aaagghhhh noooo!!! D: I made myself sad with the thought that some people wouldn't recognize the original Eggman and that jimbotnik would be the first version they think of with the name but I hadn't actually witnessed it myself. I'd be sad too in that situation ajfhdjnfkgmghjg

You're not alone! I can't pretend that I'm not sad about the way it is indeed a reality. There are now people don't know about the version we've always known and loved and instead only know him as Carrey. He's the first version that they think of and they think of Carrey playing him before anyone else. It doesn't always lead to them discovering and liking the original Eggman, especially since some jimbotnik fans that do know him actually dislike him.

I can't stop dreaming about what could've been so it makes me think about how Eggman's true character and Mike Pollock's talent could've finally gotten even more well deserved recognition if it had been an animated movie with the game cast. But now I feel like it's being overshadowed by the movie we got instead. It's yet another reason for me to hope that the original Eggman will get the spotlight he deserves one day.

It's Eggman's beautiful face that should've been on all the big billboards, posters, commercials, and on the big screen in a full length CG movie instead of a few seconds in the Wreck it Ralph movies. And it's Mike Pollock's voice that should've been heard through those speakers in the cinema! It would've been so hype and a precious dream come true as I've been longing for it for years. We could've had it all... hopefully someday we will! :') 💜💖

[angel-jim]

I had a beautiful dream about Jim last night ❤️😭😍🤤 he was laying on my lap and leaning against me and I would caress his face and arms and played with his hair. It felt so real, like I feel like I know what he feels like. His hair aaagghhhh it’s so nice ❤️❤️❤️😍😍😍 okay I’m good now. I really love him.

“Touch me, babe” yeah I sure as hell want to, Jim. I freakin want to.

[devilish-mirage]

Why? Why him? Why did he have to be taken away from me?

Girl same I'm asking u the same question 😭

“I’ve made some arrangements for us tonight out in the city, just you and me. That’s why I was so late. So what do you say, doll? You want to spend one last magical night with your husband?”

I would like it if the magical night never ends but fuck the government atp

Seeing you in that state broke his heart, and he was starting to doubt whether this was the right decision he made, but it was too late now; there was no turning back.

BABE- Me too I'm broken too 😭

“Darling, look at me,” his fingers lifted your chin so you could peer into his crystal blue eyes one last time. He tried so hard to keep his voice calm and clear as he spoke, but you could hear it give away as his own eyes filled with tears. “You know I can’t promise you that. Y-you know I can’t. But I promise you I will fight. I will try and claw my way out any hole to get back to you, my love. That I can promise you, o-ok?” He wiped your tears as they were free falling now. You saw him trying to fight back his own, but they were already starting to spill.

Not me sobbing, BUCKY PLS ISTG I'LL COME N FOLLOW U 😭😭😭

AAAGGHHHH HANNA I CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE CHAPTERS ISTG I'M GRIPPING MY BEDSHEETS AT THE SMUT TOO

War Series — Leaving Home

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Alternate Ending

Pairing || 1940s!Bucky x Wife!Nurse!Reader

Summary || Your worst fear has come true—your husband has been enlisted into the US Army. He’s going overseas to an unknown country raging with war and destruction to fight for peace and freedom. You get to spend one last magical evening with him before his departure—savouring every moment in case it’s the last one you’ll ever have…

Word Count || 2651

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Smut & Angst — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, mention of war/injury/death, set in 1943, Bucky and Reader are both 26, pet names (doll, darling), heavy petting (kissing, touching), unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note || I’ve decided to rewrite and repost the first series and one of the first writings I wrote for Bucky.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

1940s!Bucky Masterlist

I don’t do taglists anymore so please follow @bucky-barnes-diaries-library and turn on notifications to never miss out on my writing!

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick tock

The clock on the living room wall was the only thing that chimed through your home—your eyes fixated on the hand ticking away as you counted down every second and minute. It read 2/57; Bucky should have been back way before that.

You’d been anxious all day while he was away to try and get enlisted for the army so he could travel overseas to an unknown country raging with war and destruction. You knew that this was something he’d wholeheartedly wanted to do, as he felt it was his duty and obligation as a man to fight for peace and freedom in the world. You loved that about him; you were so proud of that, but at the same time, you were selfish as well in that you didn’t want him to leave in fear you would never get to see him again, never hold your husband in your arms ever again—your heart stained forever by the gruesome war that had already claimed so many lives and forever changed men that had seen its brutality.

Working as a nurse in the hospital, you had first-hand experience of the brutal physical and mental injuries some of the soldiers who’d returned had. They were safely at home, yes, but they would never be the same ever again.

You didn’t want that for Bucky. You didn’t want that for anyone.

You held a small hope and wished that he wouldn't be accepted, that your lives wouldn't be changed by him going overseas to fight. That you would continue your lives in your country and home and plan for the future together—for a family and a forever love until the day you die old and grey in each other’s arms.

Please. Please, whatever higher power exists out there, don't pick him. Don’t take him away from me.

You closed your eyes tight, trying to stop the tears from spilling, while your lips quivered. You were so frightened, but you tried hard to block those thoughts from your mind until you knew anything certain.

Gong

Gong

Gong

You inhaled a gasp while your eyes shot open when the clock rang loudly throughout the house, scaring you slightly, signalling that it had hit 3 O’Clock. It pulled you back into the here and now—away from the thoughts of a gloomy distant future that may not even happen.

You looked down at the book in your lap, The Hobbit. The fantasy world within hadn’t been able to calm your nerves, so you mark your page and lay the book to the side.

There were a few more tense and excruciating minutes of waiting for his return when finally, there was a sign of him.

The front door to your house opened, followed by an announcement of his arrival.

“Hi, doll, I’m home,” he yelled cheerfully,

A giant smile came to your face that he was finally back. You got up so you could greet him and smoothed out your long white skirt.

“In the living room!”

His footsteps approached, sounding much heavier than when he left this morning, making your brows furrow. It sounded like heavy boots instead of his regular light ones. Something was wrong.

“Sorry I’m late, darling,” his voice got louder as he got closer, “I had some arrangements I had to make.”

“It’s fine. How did the-”

You didn’t need to finish the question. Your worst fear was already answered as he came into the room, clad in his brand new uniform.

Why? Why him? Why did he have to be taken away from me?

The smile on your face dropped, as did your stomach, making you feel ill and heartbroken. There was a slight spasm in your legs as you felt them weaken, but you stood your ground, not wanting to show him how negatively this was affecting you—wanting to be brave for him.

He came to you, a boyish smile on his beautiful and pure face, resting his hand gently on your lower back as he laid a sweet kiss on your cheek and then another.

“Y-you got your orders?”

“Yep. The 107th, Sergeant James Barnes, shipping out to England first thing in the morning.”

“H-huh?”

Now, your legs gave away, making you sit down on the sofa again as you clutched your heart which felt like it had exploded in the most gruesome way possible in the news of hearing him leaving already tomorrow. It felt like someone had ripped it out of you and then stomped and spit on it.

Why did he have to leave so soon? You thought you would have a little more time together before he left for weeks or months on end.

“Woah,” he sat beside you when he noticed you became ill, the life drained from your face. His soft hands took yours, thumbs soothing the back of them. “Are you ok, doll?”

“Y-yeah, I-I just… why so soon? I-I thought we would have a few days together?”

“I know, darling,” he cradled your face, and you leaned into his palm, closing your eyes at his tender touch. God, you were going to miss this, miss him. “I’m so sorry it's on such short notice. I wish we had some more time, but they said it was urgent. They really need more soldiers. They were going to send me immediately, but I managed to persuade them for tomorrow instead. I needed one last night with my girl. I couldn’t just leave you like that.”

“I-it’s ok,” you kissed his palm, “I-I understand.”

“I’ve made some arrangements for us tonight out in the city, just you and me. That’s why I was so late. So what do you say, doll? You want to spend one last magical night with your husband?”

His nose nudged yours, making a bright smile form on your face. “There’s that smile I love.” The promise of a beautiful night with your love brightened your mood. “Yes! Yes, I would love that, honey. Please, lead the way, Sarge….”

Later in the evening

Although you were devastated that Bucky was leaving tomorrow, there was nothing you could do about it. No words or pleas for him to stay—it was too late, it was already decided. So there was nothing else to do now than enjoy your last evening together, savouring each and every moment with him in case it's the last one you’ll ever have.

“Ok, keep your eyes closed. Don’t open them until I say.”

He was leading you up several flights of stairs—almost endless, it felt like. Although he held your hand to guide you, you stumbled quite a few times.

“Bucky, can’t I just have my eyes open for the stairs part?”

“No! No! Keep them closed! It’s part of the experience. Don’t worry, doll; I got you. I won’t let you fall.”

You trusted him. You always did.

He was leading you pretty high up the building, and you felt your whole body spent up in excitement at where he was taking you—barely able to contain it.

“Where are you taking me, Bucky?”

“You’ll see. We’re almost there.”

A heavy door was opened, and you were led through it. The evening breeze hit your skin, making chills erupt, and you could hear the faint noises of the bustling city below—all indicating that you were pretty high up on a rooftop.

“Ok,” he came to stand behind you, holding your shoulders while his lips brushed your ear, “open them.”

The sight you were met with was magical. He’d set up such a fairytale date for the two of you. The rooftop was decorated entirely with twinkling lights. To the side, tucked in a hidden and slight private corner, there were pillows and blankets where you could relax. A basket of some sorts, most likely containing snacks or food, and a bottle of wine lay next to it. And just now, you could hear soft music playing through a radio.

“Oh, Bucky, this is so beautiful,” you gasped excitedly. “Honey, you didn’t have to do all of this for me.” But of course, being Bucky, he always went above and beyond when it came to you. It was always magical and memorable with him.

“Of course I did. I want everything to be perfect for my beautiful wife.” He kissed your neck, which made you shudder.

“Now come,” he offered you his hand, “dance with your husband one last time.” Dancing with him? There was nothing better, so you gladly took his hand and let him lead the way.

He pulled you flush against him—holding your waist while his other held your hand. Your own place on his shoulder. The calm sway of your bodies, while you gazed into each other’s eyes, was magical—getting lost in one another, taking each other in, as it felt like it was only you and him in the universe. The worries and fear about tomorrow and the future forgotten about in this moment.

“I love you, doll.”

He whispered sweet nothings to you, caressing his soft lips with yours. His words that were meant for you only had chills tingle your spine, and butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Out of the blue, he spun you around, making you giggle and your skirt twirl around you. Your laugh filled his heart with all the warmth and security he would ever need. This was the image of you he would remember while abroad—your eternal beauty.

He suddenly dipped you, making you gasp, but he caught you—he would never let you fall. His face inches from yours—so close, teasing, wanting you to beg, knowing how much you were yearning for him, for a kiss.

“Oh, will you just kiss me, Mr Barnes,” you giggled.

You didn’t need to tell him twice. His lips crashed into yours—kissing you with such passion and love before he pulled away.

“I would be kissing you till the end of times if I had the chance, Mrs Barnes.”

He gave you one more heartwarming kiss before he straightened you up again, dancing and laughing with you for some time more before you found yourself nestled into the soft pillows.

You were lying on your sides, facing each other as you talked, kissed and fed each other mini treats and sweets—a glass of wine for each of you to the side that continuously was drunk and refilled.

Bucky kept a grasp on the back of your thigh at all times—caressing and squeezing the soft skin. The more alcohol he drank, the more touchy he became, inching his hand higher till he reached your behind. He palmed your flesh, making your breathing hitch as he growled against your lips.

“I need you so bad, darling. I need to feel you wrapped around me one last time.”

The alcohol, as well as his sensual words and energy, had you so needy and desperate for him—all of him. With your hands snaked into his hair, you tugged his head until your lips connected—moving them together in hurried sync, so desperate to feel one another.

He pushed you down on your back while he found his place on top—never disconnecting your mouths. The passion of his lips moved to the sensitive spot of your neck—kissing and licking the skin, making you moan as you got to work on unbuttoning a few buttons on your blouse so you could give him more room to explore and kiss you.

Once your collarbone and clothed breasts were revealed, he gave the area some much-needed attention with some open-mouth kisses. His hand that was once underneath your skirt palmed your covered breast. The sensation of his mouth and touch made you shudder in delight and let out a whimper of satisfaction.

“D-do you think someone is going to see us, Bucky?”

“Don’t worry. No one will see us.”

Bucky undid his pants while you pulled your panties off and hiked your skirt up. He teased your wetness, making you whimper a plea, before he lined himself with your entrance.

Once he pushed through your tightness, you moaned against each other's lips. Bucky rocked his pelvis against yours—filling you up to perfection with each deep stroke, brushing up against your sweet spot. Your sounds of pleasure were muffled by your lips moving together. He laced his fingers with yours—bringing your intertwined hands above your head as you were both close to finding your simultaneous release.

“Let go for me, doll.” He mumbled against your swollen lips.

“Oh, James,” you cried as you found your pleasure—eyes fluttering shut while you arched into him. The feel of you pulsating around him brought his own release, and he groaned into your neck as he filled you up with his warmth and love—a perfect ending to a beautiful evening.

The next morning

It was time.

What you’d been dreading for the last 24 hours—to say goodbye to your husband.

You’d promised yourself that you wouldn't cry, wanting to be brave and strong for him so he didn’t need to worry about leaving you for weeks or months. But you couldn’t help it when a few tears escaped, staining your cheeks, as you walked out with him to the front porch to say your final goodbyes. The car that came to pick him up was patiently waiting.

“Bu-Bucky.” Your voice cracked as you uttered his name in a sob, your lips quivering.

“Oh, my sweet love….”

Seeing you in that state broke his heart, and he was starting to doubt whether this was the right decision he made, but it was too late now; there was no turning back.

“... come here, doll.”

He opened his arms for you, and you slung yourself around him, tucking your face into his clothed chest, listening to his heartbeat while he kept you tight to him.

“Please, James. Promise me you will come back to me. Promise you will return safely in one piece.” Your begs were muffled against his jacket, the few tears that spilt staining it.

“Darling, look at me,” his fingers lifted your chin so you could peer into his crystal blue eyes one last time. He tried so hard to keep his voice calm and clear as he spoke, but you could hear it give away as his own eyes filled with tears. “You know I can’t promise you that. Y-you know I can’t. But I promise you I will fight. I will try and claw my way out any hole to get back to you, my love. That I can promise you, o-ok?” He wiped your tears as they were free falling now. You saw him trying to fight back his own, but they were already starting to spill.

You nodded your head. You knew there was no guarantee for his safe return, but you knew he would fight like hell to come back to you, so that was all you could hope and pray for.

His lips found yours one last time while his hands cradled your face and yours tangled in the hairs at the back of his head, holding him tight, not wanting to let go. The kiss held so many emotions—love, fear, desperation and need. This may be the last kiss, and you made sure to savour the feel of his soft lips on yours.

“I love you, James.”

“I love you too, doll.”

“Please be careful.”

“I will,” he gave you one last kiss, “I promise I will try.”

He let you go and picked up his bag before he got in the car. Once he sat in the back of it, he let the tears flow freely down his face—heartbroken, scared and alone.

You waved and put on a brave smile, but once the car was out of sight, you fell to your knees and broke down crying—sobbing uncontrollably.

Please. Whoever can hear me out there, bring him back to me safely…

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