#yn moment

[atlasmoonglade]

[snowycorpse]

someone on facebook got a video of it omg guys

[halo-lili]

I think my most Y/N Wattpad moment was when me and my boyfriend were driving home from a pumpkin patch and Abstract (Psychopomp) by Hozier was playing and right as the “SEE HOW IT SHINES” part started we went around a curve and there were orange trees lining a river near a big open wildflower field and it was golden hour and I cannot explain the euphoria I felt right then

[crowsofdarkness]

Moment Of Weakness: Mob!Bucky Barnes[AU]

Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and a beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

COMPLETE

*repost from my old blog*

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE| SIX | SEVEN | EIGHT | NINE | TEN | ELEVEN | TWELVE | THIRTEEN | FOURTEEN | FIFTEEN | SIXTEEN | SEVENTEEN | EIGHTEEN | NINETEEN | TWENTY | TWENTY ONE | TWENTY TWO | TWENTY THREE | TWENTY FOUR | TWENTY FIVE | TWENTY SIX | TWENTY SEVEN | TWENTY EIGHT | TWENTY NINE | THIRTY | THIRTY ONE[END]

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ5 CUTE LITTLE MOMENTS * CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Chris is deeply in love with Y/N and isn't ashamed to show it; OR, 5 cute little moments between Chris and Y/N.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

1. Surprise on tour

A mixture of nervousness and euphoria coursed freely through Chris's veins as he prepared to enter the stage. The boy discovered after his first tour alongside his brothers that the sensations of being on a stage, surrounded by people who adore him, were very similar to the sensation of an orgasm. And he loved it.

As soon as the lights came up and the opening song started playing, he found himself fully immersed in the energy of the crowd.

While he and his brothers went through their usual fan interactions, Chris couldn't get Y/N out of his mind. He wanted her to be there with him, sharing this special moment with him and his brothers.

When it was time to take the break to talk to the fans again, Chris took a few seconds to survey the crowd in front of him, sweeping his blue eyes over each head he saw.

Until he founded her.

He frowned automatically, squinting his eyes into thin lines to try and see better, quickly realizing that it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him, Y/N was really there.

"Wait! Wait, can I- Oh my God." Chris interrupted Nick, who was speaking into his own microphone, raising his right hand towards his brother and holding it in the air, telling him to shut up silently. "Baby? Is that... Is that really you?"

Y/N - who was surrounded by fans who recognized her the moment she appeared there - felt her cheeks take on a reddish hue almost instantly, her eyes filling with tears from being able to interact in person with Chris after so many weeks apart.

The girl knew he couldn't hear her even if she screamed, so she just nodded, a huge smile decorating her face.

"Is Y/N here?" Matt's voice sounded over the speaker, his body moving closer to his brother's as he tried to find her in his line of sight. “Oh, hey, Y/N!”

"Guys, my amazing girlfriend, Y/N, is here with us tonight!" Chris shouted into the microphone, raising his free hand and waving his fingers in the air in euphoria, holding himself back from jumping in place.

The crowd erupted in applause and cheers as Chris explained how Y/N wasn't going on tour with them because of her studies. His voice could barely hide his excitement when talking about her, the volume having a constant fight with the loud volume of the fans' screams.

"Wow, it feels like I haven't seen you in weeks." Chris teased, throwing a wink her way.

Nick's laugh was heard right next to him, his voice echoing through the speaker with a random comment that Chris didn't try to understand, his eyes fixed on his girl as his heart overflowed with love.

"You look prettier than ever, babe." Chris flirted, his tongue escaping between his lips and wetting them as his ears were filled again by the euphoric screams of the crowd.

Y/N could only laugh out loud in nervousness and shyness, her red cheeks glowing under the colored lights. Some fans around her made funny comments about the situation, joking - or not - about how they wanted to be in her place.

It was safe to say that the night of the show was filled with comments and flirtations from Chris directed at Y/N, the boy having to hold himself back for long minutes to not run down the stage towards his girl arms.

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2. Mispronounciation

"Is that açaí, Nick?" Chris's question caught Y/N's attention, who took her eyes off the nugget shelves she was analyzing in one of the freezers a few steps away from the triplets, now focusing on them.

"Did I hear açaí?" Her voice echoed in excitement, her hands quickly grabbing the package of nuggets that she liked the most before returning to the boys, placing it inside the cart with the other frozen products before standing next to Nick, analyzing the container in his hands. "Oh, it is! I want it, please?"

"Of course, we'll take it." Nick quickly responded, nodding his head as he turned, facing the cart and allowing the freezer door to close behind his back.

"Can we have condensed milk and milk powder to put in it? Oh, oh, and banana too!" The girl pleaded, her voice full of excitement as she clasped her hands in front of her chest, raising her eyes towards Chris and widening them slightly.

"Sure, babe..." Chris nodded almost instantly, unable to say no to his girl. "I still don't understand how she can have açaí with condensed milk and milk powder." He muttered only for the camera to catch it, failing miserably as his tone came out loud enough for Y/N and his brothers to hear it.

"Hey! It's the only right way to have açaí, okay?" Y/N argued, rolling her eyes playfully and turning back to the cart, arranging the container next to the other frozen products, as she did with the nuggets, being the type of girl that liked to organize her groceries.

"Guys, look! It's prepackaged, but we did find some asparagus." Matt interrupted the silence seconds after, rescuing the medium package of asparagus and quickly showing it to the lens with a proud smile on his face.

"I love aspargos so much. Your cooking will be the best in this series you guys are making, Matt." Y/N murmured, smiling big and pointing with her chin at the package while Matt put it back on its place.

"What did you say?" Nick asked with a frown. Being a little away from the three made it difficult for him to understand what they were saying, and it worsened with her pronunciation.

"Um... aspargos?" The girl repeated, frowning in confusion.

"The pronunciation is wrong, babe. You say it like s-par-gus." Chris corrected gently, lowering the camera slightly and watching her with caring eyes.

He loved the little pronunciation mistakes his girl made. He understood that she was still learning English and that her Brazilian accent could make it difficult to say one word and another, and all that made him fall in love again every day.

"Oh." Y/N bit her lower lip lightly, feeling her cheeks heat up in embarrassment, receiving an encouraging smile from Matt, who watched them silently while Nick was still collecting products from that aisle.

"Hey, it's okay, pretty girl. It's just one word, let's try it together, okay?" Chris assured her, handing the camera to Matt and approaching his girlfriend, taking her hands and squeezing her fingers gently.

The girl nodded, maintaining her eyes on her boyfriend's face before focusing them on his lips, watching him saying the word again before trying it herself.

"S-par-gus. Asparagus." She repeated slowly, trying to imitate the pronunciation and accent Chris had shown her, finally saying it correctly.

"That's it, babe. You did it!" Chris smiled big, his voice echoing louder than before and euphoria exuding from his body. He quickly pulled her into a big hug, sealing the right side of her forehead with his lips for long seconds.

extra - comments:

"It's so incredible to see how Y/N has evolved every day with her english pronunciation 🥺"

"the way Chris is patient and kind in correcting her 😭"

"Chris helping Y/N pronounce the word in the right way was the best thing I've seen today 😔✋🏻"

"I agree with her, açaí with condensed milk and milk powder is the best thing in the world 🤭"

"have a boyfriend who supports you like Chris does for Y/N 😫😫"

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3. Euphoric mood

It was a busy day for Chris and his brothers. They were rushing from one appointment to another, trying to keep up with all the demands of the channel and their brands. However, what would normally be a busy day became even more chaotic due to Chris's uncontrollable euphoria.

From the moment he woke up, Chris was in full hyperactivity mode. He talked nonstop, jumping from one topic to another with dizzying rapidity. His brothers were beginning to get irritated by his incessant energy, unable to keep up with the frantic pace of his thoughts.

"Chris, bro, you need to calm down a little." Matt muttered, frowning as he tried to keep up with his brother's rapid-fire conversation.

"No, wait! I spoke to a friend who is going to medical school, Josh, you know him." Chris ignored him, continuing to speak without slowing down, his words coming out jumbled. "And if you had a broken bone or a sprain, you'd know already, you know? It's been so long since-"

"Chris, slow down." Nick shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb, feeling overwhelmed by the torrent of information coming out of Chris's mouth since hours before.

Chris stopped abruptly, looking at his brothers with a mixture of surprise and confusion.

"What? I'm just trying to help!"

Matt sighed, straightening in his seat on the couch, trying to find the right words to express his frustration.

"Chris, we understand you're trying to help me with my ankle, but you're driving us crazy with all this energy. We need a moment."

Before Chris could say anything, Y/N - who was in the kitchen preparing an afternoon snack for them - turned from her place and walked slowly into the living room, her hands holding a metal tray with the food, watching the scene with understanding eyes. She had noticed Chris's agitated state since the beginning of the day and knew it was time to intervene.

"Chris, honey." She called softly, placing the tray on the television stand and approaching him. "Why don't you sit down for a bit and relax? You're stressing yourself out."

"But baby, Matt has been in pain for days and doesn't want to take care of the problem, so I'm coming with the solution." Chris directed his gaze at her, frowning and crossing his arms like a child.

"I know, my love, and I think the boys understand that too. Why don't we watch something for a while? Your day was tiring as well. Maybe a little rest will help everyone, okay?" Y/N smiled gently, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

She guided him to the couch and made him sit with his back against the soft backrest, sitting next to him and raising her right hand, taking it to his head, stroking his hair gently with her long nails. Chris felt instantly calmer, his frantic mind slowing down.

Nick and Matt watched in surprise and amusement as Y/N calmed Chris with her simple presence and caring gesture. They never got tired of seeing the gigantic effect the girl had on their brother.

"Are you a magician or something?" Nick teased, earning a middle finger from Chris and a laugh from Y/N in response before finally grabbing his lunch from the tray.

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4. Making out session

Chris and Y/N were lying together in their bed, wrapped in a soft blanket as they watched an old romantic comedy movie on the television. The soft light from the screen illuminated their faces as they snuggled together, enjoying the tranquility and intimacy of the moment.

As the movie progressed, Chris felt his heart beating faster as his closeness to Y/N seemed to be more palpable. No matter how many years they had been together, Chris always felt like it was still the beginning of the relationship, or, as they say, the honeymoon phase.

His blue eyes found her side profile, admiring the softness of her features and the sparkle in her eyes as she was absorbed in the story of the couple in front of them.

Without thinking, the boy moved his hand, reaching for hers and intertwining their fingers. Y/N smiled softly at the gesture, lightly squeezing his hand, conveying comfort and affection without saying a word.

The girl turned her face towards him, feeling his eyes burning into her for long minutes, ready to question him if he was still interested in the story, but her words caught in her throat when she saw the intensity of his gaze.

She knew that look.

Their eyes remained connected for long seconds, the sound of the television becoming muffled to their ears. With one smooth movement, Chris slid his free hand up to Y/N's face, caressing her warm cheek with his fingers in an almost ghost touch. He felt the softness of her skin under his, losing himself in the comforting sensation.

Y/N sighed softly, closing her eyes and pending her head against his hand, enjoying the gentle affection. In one quick movement, Chris got closer to her face, leaning towards her. Their noses met lightly, the boy caressing the area lightly in an eskimo kiss before adjusting his position, their lips finally meeting in a slow and gentle kiss, filled with tenderness and desire.

They explored each other gently, their kiss slowly gaining a rhythms as they gave in to the intimacy of the moment. There was no rush, just the sweet feeling of being together.

Chris's warm tongue caressed her lower lip in a silent request for entrance, which was quickly granted, their tongues intertwining in a wet and skillful kiss.

The boy raised his free hand to the back of Y/N's head, his thumb pressing the tip of her jaw, caressing the hot and flushed skin tenderly, feeling drunk by the natural scent of her body as they surrendered to the heat of the moment. Their hearts beat in unison, a symphony of love and desperation.

In one swift movement, Y/N moved under the blanket that covered their legs, strategically climbing into his lap and sitting on his gray sweatpants covered thighs, her legs wrapping around his hips securely. She moved her hands to his shoulders, tilting her torso slightly and deepening the kiss with the new position.

External sounds disappeared for the two, only the sound of their rapid and choppy breaths echoing in their ears, creating a warm bubble around them.

Chris's hands traveled over Y/N's body in a slow and sensual way, finding home on her hips and tracing imaginary shapes with the tip of his fingers above the thin fabric of her panties, lightly squeezing the area, a low moan escaping the girl's throat.

When the air began to run out, they reluctantly separated, their eyes closed while their tongues still savored the fresh taste of each other that predominated their mouths. Y/N leaned her forehead against his, lightly pressing their noses together as she caught her breath.

When her eyes finally opened, her first sight was Chris's swollen-lipped smirk.

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5. Trying to match my boyfriend eating

Y/N's phone camera was already open, and the device rested on the nightstand on her side of the bed, propped up against the pink lamp so that the screen pointed towards her and, consequently, Chris, who would sit next to her.

The girl smiled at the front camera after clicking the red record button, settling back down on the mattress, waiting for Chris, who would return soon with the burgers they had ordered for delivery to eat while they watched a movie.

The sound of the door opening echoed through the room some minutes after, and the girl quickly lifted her gaze towards the source, smiling widely when she saw her boyfriend with the large paper bag in one of his hands.

She quickly took it from him, opening it in one quick movement and taking out the burgers, fries, and sodas, individually separating the ones that were hers and the ones that were his.

"Hungry, babe?" Chris asked with a smile in his voice, a nasal laugh following his sentence as he settled into bed next to her, retrieving his burger quickly.

"You have no idea." The girl murmured, taking advantage of the fact that Chris was unwrapping his lunch as if it were the most precious thing in the world to quickly look at her phone, winking at the camera, unwrapping her own burger.

Y/N wasted no time, noticing from the corner of her eyes her boyfriend already taking the first bite, quickly following him. She tried to bite off a piece in the same size as his, but her attempt was futile, only getting half of it, which was already too much for her.

Chris chewed the piece without any problems, leaning forward slightly and reaching for the remote control that was in the middle of the bed, quickly picking it up and clicking the play button, resuming the movie where they stopped before the food arrived, his mouth working on taking another bite without even looking at his burger.

Y/N's eyes widened, forcing herself to swallow what was still in her mouth so she could take more, this time a little bigger than the last. She found it difficult to chew as quickly as Chris did, closing her eyes tightly as she tried, futilely, to concentrate on swallowing as quickly as possible.

A cough escaped her throat, muffled by her closed lips, but catching the boy's attention, who looked up at her with his brow furrowed in confusion.

His blue eyes widened comically at the sight of her cheeks inflated because of the food and trying to chew, a loud laugh escaping his lips.

"Babe, what the fuck are you doing? Slow down." The brunette adverted, wrapping his burger again and leaving it on the bed - away from his legs so as not to run the risk of crushing it.

He leaned toward her, patting her back lightly with his right hand while his left reached for her Diet Coke, touching the end of the straw to her closed lips.

Chris watched her carefully and with worried eyes, waiting for her to swallow the food, finally taking a few slow sips of the sweet drink.

"I'm sorry." Y/N whispered, a small smile decorating her face along with her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "It was supposed to be a TikTok, but you eat too quickly."

The boy shook his head in confusion, running his eyes around the room and quickly finding his girl's phone recording them.

"Your food will run away or something?"

"Shut up."

© vanteguccir

[sunnydbeam]

Does Beta like soft things? What would happen if Y/N showed up with a teddy bear costume? What would his reaction be?

And if he ever does anything

[velvetwilde]

spencer would probably take you in the most degrading way, then he would tell you how pretty you are and how pretty you look while he ruins you.

[aventurineswife]

❤ The Language of Flowers | 012

❤ | Your options shall be: Sunday, Aventurine, Dan Heng, Veritas Ratio, Boothill, Jing Yuan, Blade, Phaimon, Mydei or Moze. Whoever you think suits this prompt.

❤ | Flower & it's definition: Borage flowers | symbolize courage, joy, and resilience. They can also represent emotional fortitude, hardiness, and solidarity.

The Language of Flowers

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Phainon x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Battle Reflection, Emotional Vulnerability, Symbolism, Quiet Moments of Connection, Supportive Reader, Subtle Romance, Themes of Courage and Resilience.

Warnings: Mentions of Past Trauma (emotional and/or physical), Light Descriptions of Battle Aftermath, Themes of Guilt and Regret, Emotional Introspection, Heavy Emotional Themes.

[Part 1] | [Part 2] | [Part 3] | [Part 4] | [Part 5] | [Part 6] | [Part 7] | [Part 8] | [Part 8.5] | [Part 9] | [Part 10] | [Part 11] | [Part 13] | [Part 14] | [Part 15] | [Part 16] | [Part 17] | [Part 18] | [Part 19] | [Part 20] [Part 21]

The soft hum of the Astral Express filled the room as you carefully arranged a bouquet of flowers in a small glass vase. The borage blossoms stood out, their vibrant blue petals a stark contrast to the muted tones of the room. They were beautiful yet unassuming, much like the man standing silently in the doorway.

Dan Heng’s gaze was calm but inquisitive as he leaned against the doorframe, his spear resting by his side. He rarely ventured into the common areas when he wasn’t on duty, yet something about the quiet serenity of your actions seemed to draw him in.

“You’ve been busy,” he said, his voice low and even.

You looked up, startled but pleased by his presence. “I thought the place could use a little color. It’s a bit… stark in here.”

Dan Heng stepped closer, his eyes briefly scanning the flowers before settling on you. “Borage,” he said, his tone softening. “It’s an unusual choice.”

You smiled, brushing a stray petal with your fingertip. “Do you know what it symbolizes?”

He hesitated, his gaze shifting to the flowers. “Courage. Resilience,” he answered quietly. “Qualities I’m not sure I possess.”

You frowned, setting the vase down. “That’s not true. You’ve faced things most people couldn’t even imagine, Dan Heng. You protect the crew, you carry the weight of your past, and you keep moving forward. If that’s not courage, I don’t know what is.”

Dan Heng’s expression softened, but the shadow of doubt lingered in his eyes. “It doesn’t feel that way,” he admitted. “Sometimes, it feels like I’m just running. Not brave—just... avoiding.”

You reached out, placing a hand gently on his arm. “It’s not about never being afraid. It’s about facing that fear and still standing your ground. And you’ve done that more times than you give yourself credit for.”

He looked at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before glancing back at the flowers. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Maybe you’re right,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Picking one of the blossoms from the vase, you held it out to him. “Then take this as a reminder. For every time you feel like you’re just running, remember that you’re stronger than you think.”

Dan Heng accepted the flower, his fingers brushing yours as he took it. For a moment, the air between you felt warmer, charged with unspoken understanding.

“Thank you,” he said simply, tucking the borage into the folds of his clothing.

And as he left the room, the faintest smile lingered on his face—a sign that perhaps, just perhaps, he was beginning to believe in the resilience you saw in him.

The library of the Intelligentsia Guild was quiet, save for the rhythmic scratching of Ratio’s pen against parchment. His hair fell in waves over his sharp features, his piercing eyes fixed on the complex equations sprawled across the pages before him. You stood nearby, clutching a small bouquet of borage flowers, hesitant to disturb him.

When you finally mustered the courage to approach, he glanced up, his gaze sharp but curious. “You’re here,” he said, his voice carrying that distinctive air of confidence. “What brings you to my sanctum?”

You smiled, stepping closer and holding out the flowers. “I brought you something. Borage. It reminded me of you.”

Ratio arched a brow, leaning back in his chair. “Courage, resilience, and emotional fortitude,” he said, his voice taking on a slightly amused tone. “A flattering comparison, but I wonder—what prompted it?”

You set the bouquet on the desk beside him, brushing aside a stray parchment. “You spend so much time helping others, spreading knowledge and pushing boundaries. That takes a kind of courage most people overlook. I thought you should have something to remind you of that.”

For a moment, Ratio was silent, his sharp gaze fixed on the flowers. Then, to your surprise, he smiled—a rare, genuine expression that softened his usual intensity. “It seems I underestimated you,” he said, his tone lighter. “You have a keen understanding of what matters, even when others might overlook it.”

You felt a flush of pride at his words. “I just think people should know when they’re making a difference. And you are.”

He picked up the bouquet, his fingers brushing against the petals with surprising care. “It’s easy to become lost in the pursuit of knowledge, to forget the significance of resilience and joy. Your gesture is… appreciated.”

You couldn’t help but grin. “Even the smartest minds need a reminder sometimes.”

Ratio chuckled, the sound low and rich. “Indeed. And perhaps I’ve been too focused on intellect, forgetting the courage it takes to face the unknown.”

As he set the flowers beside his open books, you knew that, in his own way, he’d taken your gesture to heart. And for the first time, the quiet brilliance of the library felt a little warmer, filled with an unspoken bond that needed no further explanation.

The battlefield was quiet now, the storm of combat having given way to the stillness of victory. Phainon stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, his hair glinting in the fading sunlight. You approached cautiously, the borage flowers clutched in your hand, their vibrant blue petals swaying in the breeze.

He turned as you neared, his eyes softening when they met yours. “You found me,” he said with a gentle smile. “Even after a battle, you’re always here.”

You stepped closer, holding out the flowers. “Borage,” you said simply. “For courage and resilience. I thought they suited you.”

Phainon accepted the bouquet with a quiet laugh, his fingers brushing against yours. “Courage, joy, resilience… fitting words, though I’m not sure I deserve them.”

You frowned, tilting your head. “You led us to victory today, Phainon. You’ve done more than anyone could ask for. If that’s not courage, I don’t know what is.”

He looked at the flowers, his expression thoughtful. “It’s not the battles that test me,” he admitted. “It’s the moments after. The weight of what we’ve lost, what we’ve sacrificed—it stays with me.”

You reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “That’s why you need reminders like this. To show that even in loss, there’s still strength. And you’re never alone in carrying that weight.”

Phainon’s gaze softened, and for a moment, the heaviness in his expression lifted. “You always know what to say,” he said quietly. “Thank you—for the flowers, and for being here.”

You smiled. “Always.”

As he held the borage close, the setting sun cast a golden glow over the two of you, a quiet reminder that even in the face of hardship, there was still beauty and hope to be found.

[sammylkcho]

You got out of bed and instinctively grabbed your phone from the other side of the bed. Cold as always.

You turned it on, and the brightness hit your eyes for a few seconds, squinting until you could adjust and lower the screen's intense glow.

"October 20, 2025" you looked at today's date, frowning as that overwhelming feeling washed over you again, the one that wrapped around your body every time you checked the date.

Since October 14 at 1:42 in the afternoon, you'd felt a tingling sensation all over your body, your senses on high alert in a way you’d never experienced before. You didn’t know why, but from that day on, every time you woke up, you felt overwhelmed and extremely anxious.

You’d gotten into the habit of visiting your mother-in-law's house to try and find some comfort while distracting yourself by talking with her and Sebastian's siblings.

They had helped you a lot when everyone was grieving after the devastating news from 12 years ago. It took you a long time to come to terms with his death and even longer to move on, though you were still working on that last part.

Anyway.

You went over to your mother-in-law's house, and Valeria, Sebastian's older sister, greeted you.

You talked a bit about what you’d both been up to, complaining about different things, sharing a bit of this and that.

It was 7:50 PM when it suddenly felt like a thousand needles were piercing your throat and someone had shot you in the chest. Everything around you seemed to go silent, your body shaking, and even breathing felt like a challenge rather than something simple.

You wrapped your arms around yourself in a desperate attempt to find comfort, to tell yourself everything was fine without even knowing what was wrong.

Tears started falling, one after another, not stopping for even a second. You could feel hands shaking you, trying to bring you back to reality, but you couldn’t focus on anything. The overwhelming feeling, the crisis, the pain you were experiencing was just too much.

"Sebastian, I’m here." You weren’t sure if you whispered it, said it out loud, or simply thought it. The tears kept coming.

You cried your heart out, like someone had ripped away someone you loved for the second time, only this time, it felt final.

[jerrsterrr]

dreaming

[snowycorpse]

whenever I'm feeling particularly sad I just remember the time Matthew Lillard had his hand on my stomach and told me to breathe deep and suddenly everything is okay again <33

[kodaiki]

saw dpr last night and fainted in the pit 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ but did ian blow my kisses back later in the set? yes sir, i wanna have the video on my phone tattooed on me

[crowsofdarkness]

Moment Of Weakness: Chapter Thirty One[END]

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Content Warnings: language, 18 + smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence, kidnapping, faking a pregnancy.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Note: Okay so when I originally wrote this ending a few years ago for my other blog, I had it kind of abruptly end. Now rereading it, I'm not too fond of it. So I'd be more than happy to eventually write a little epilogue if people are interested!

Tags: @cjand10 @generalmoonpolice @sapphirebarnes @baw1066 @nameless-ken @minami97 @bookofriverr

“Careful, Y/N. I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” Bucky cooed in my ear as he slowly and carefully helped me up the stairs. 

I hissed in pain, the soles of my feet still cut up and raw from my excursion into the woods during my escape. He sensed my discomfort so with a quick scoop, I was in his arms as he ascended up the last few stairs and into our room. 

“Steve called the doctor, he’ll be here soon,” Bucky informed while setting me gently on the bed. 

He stood in the middle of the room, awkwardly, as I did my best to get comfortable and when I rested my eyes on him, my brows knitted in confusion. 

“Why are you standing there?” I asked. 

Bucky shrugged when his eyes traveled down all of the cuts and bruises on my body. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable with me given what you went through.” 

I simply patted the bed in front of me, a silent invitation to sit next to me so he sat on the edge of it in front of me and brushed my hair back with his fingers before tying it up away from my face. I couldn’t stop the small smile at the comforting touch. 

I cupped his cheek, my eyes raking over the cuts all over his face. “Did you fight Clint?” 

He nodded in my grasp then left a kiss on the inside of my palm. 

A soft knock on the door brought my attention to the figure behind Bucky and my lips curled in a small smile once again. Bucky didn’t need to look over his shoulder, he already knew who it was. 

“Everything taken care of?” He said while still keeping his eyes on me. 

“No trace left behind,” Steve said. “Dr. Banner is downstairs in your office whenever Y/N is ready.” 

Bucky gave him a nod of thanks before Steve went to leave but my voice stopped him. The look that he gave me broke my heart, the pieces falling into my stomach. While Bucky seemed to be held together and strong for me, Steve seemed broken and tired. 

“Thank you,” was all I said. 

They didn’t have to tell me what exactly he did to save me, I knew that the both of them did whatever they could. 

That brought a smile to his face before he nodded. “Anything for you, Y/N.” 

Bucky and I were alone again so I let out a deep breath. 

“Are Clint and Natasha-are they dead?” I stumbled out the words. 

Bucky’s vibranium hand covered my shaking ones. “We weren’t going to let them get away with what they did to you, Y/N.” 

Tears brimmed at my eyes as I let out a breath. 

“She was your wife at some point, Bucky. You shouldn’t have done that.” 

He brushed his lips over my knuckles. “I would do anything for you, doll.” 

There was a question that had been burning in the back of my mind the whole two hour drive back home. Bucky and I didn’t speak one word but he did have his hand linked with mine. 

“Why did it take you so long to come for me?” I sobbed, tears now falling down my cheeks. 

Bucky sighed while sitting right next to me now, wrapping an arm around me to pull us closer. I buried my face in his chest, the broadness of it muffling my cries. 

“Steve and I never stopped looking for you. The night you were taken, I heard some commotion from the kitchen and when I ran down there you were gone. All I saw was a note on the table,” Bucky said. 

I looked up at him. “Natasha said she wrote the note pretending that I did.” 

“I knew you didn’t. You always sign your notes with your name and a small heart,” Bucky said while wiping a tear from my cheek with a vibranium finger.

My heart warmed at the tiny detail that he clearly paid attention to. 

“Clint had you hidden really well. No one knew about his cabin upstate. It took Steve days to find you.” 

“What about you?” I asked. 

There was one tear pooling at the corner of his eye but he blinked it away fast, not wanting to cry in front of me. 

“I was a complete mess. Steve had to stop me a few times from destroying everything here. As soon as he found your location, I ran out of here like my ass was on fire.” 

I wrapped a tight arm around him while he carefully lifted my legs over his lap, rubbing my back in soothing circles. We sat like this for a while and with his arms around me, I felt a sense of safety that I hadn’t felt in so long that my body relaxed into Bucky. Slumber was creeping up to me and with heavy eyes, I allowed myself the much needed sleep. 

Until I felt Bucky’s body shake uncontrollably. His cries were not quite by any means. 

I looked up at him and my heart fell to the far depths of my stomach again when I noticed he was crying, tears falling rapidly down his face and onto his lap. His breathing became erratic, choking out sobs. 

“Oh, Bucky,” I breathed while grasping his face. “Please don’t cry.” 

“I thought I lost you, doll,” he said through gritted teeth. 

Bucky tried so hard to keep it together for me, knowing that the last thing I needed was to comfort him. 

“I’m right here, alright?” I forced our eyes to lock, not daring to look away for even a half second. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

To seal that promise, I collided our lips together in a tender kiss. One that was short but had the right amount of passion fueling it. There was no hesitation from Bucky as he slid his vibranium hand behind my neck to deepen the kiss, our tongues exploring each crevice of the others mouths. 

“I love you,” he muttered against my lips. 

My ears rang with white noise while my heart jumped into my throat and I pushed Bucky away, eyes looking at him wide. 

“Wh-what did you say?” I stammered. 

The corner of his lips curled up, the corner of his eyes crinkled. “I love you, Y/N. I have for a very long time. I only hate that it took for what happened to you that made me say it.” 

I was soaring, on cloud nine as some would say, hearing his proclamation. I knew that it took a lot for him to say that, let alone feel this way. 

“I love you too, Bucky.” I replied. 

We shared another kiss only this one was cut short due to Steve calling for us from the bottom of the stairs, Dr. Banner was ready to check over all of my wounds. 

Bucky lifted my chin with his flesh finger. “I promise that I won’t let anything like this happen to you again.” 

I nodded with a smile. “I know.” 

In the days that followed, recovery wasn’t easy but I knew I could do it as long as I had Bucky by my side. In the beginning, our relationship might have been a moment of weakness but the love we began to develop for each other proved that we were always meant for one another. 

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iwtv 2022 aint even edgy like that. its comedic! i sit here a master of my instincts. [DECADENT CRIB. IDEAL THICK MEAT DELIVERED TO YOU!] thats why we got this beast, yeah? daniel comparing lestat wanting louis to embrace his monstrosity to him wanting his first wife alice to stop dying her eyebrow tail. louis struggling to lie about why theyre buying claudia a coffin. lestat and louis struggling to lie to the police about the nature of their occupation. we sell incinerators to ummm. various american cities~. drunk claudia aiding the already existing suspicion cuz shes tired of them. claudia stuffing titties in the drawers. louis throwing lestat’s coffin out the window like kelly price. claudia comimg up with the idea to host a ball but lestat getting so into the planning of it all that hes convinced it was his idea. smh #CreditBlackWomen unc les! dubai louis having a mental breakdown while armand floats in the background. hiii danny the boy u were being mean to is actually my 500 year old boyfriend :3 a la fin.

[suhnandmoon]

if this happened any earlier to me i can guarantee you it wouldve make it in meet me in elwynn

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*Warning for long comic*

Season 2 start! A quest for the knights of the round table!

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