#fic: waves

[atlantablack]

hiii for the wip guessing game!!! "sweetheart"

Evaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa <3 sadly this is not as interesting as I would like it to be this has really shown me that I need to write more merlin and marvel I'm lacking even in WIP content it's embarrassing

“Yeah, alright, sweetheart,” he says, the sea foam finally bubbling past his lips. “Whatever you say.”

[hajihiko]

Nice night 🌘

[jpg-of-dorian-slay]

Marauders fans be like “i read AU’s to escape the pain of cannon” and then the AU is the bloody Hunger Games

[kissatoru]

ughh i wanna put a bratty sub in his place so bad!! :((

i wanna make him think he’s got the upper hand until the last minute, to watch the look on his face when he realises that he’s been playing right into your hand the entire time; that every moment leading up to this was just a carefully calculated step in your plan. i want to see how he struggles to fight back once he does, how hard he tries to prove himself, not realising that if he was really the one in control, he wouldn’t need to prove it, would he? he’d just do it. yet here he is, scrambling for his place back in the driver’s seat that he was never truly in.

your giggles would interrupt him amidst his little speech, cutting off the empty bluffs and dirty promises that he could never even dream of keeping anyway; the way you’d chuckle behind a coy hand like you’ve got some little inside joke with yourself? it would make that fragile ego of his fucking quiver; make him feel confused and embarrassed and he would try to twist the situation back in his favour, of course he would, to try pretend he’s in on the inside joke... but the truth is he feels helpless. for the first time ever, it feels like he’s the one in the dark; he’s the clueless and defenseless one, the one who’s been caught in a trap he never saw coming.

but then again, how could he when you play the part of prey so well? when your innocent performance is so convincing — with your big glossy eyes and shyly averted gazes, your voice so sweet and unsuspecting, stumbling over filthy words like you’ve never even thought them before? what reason would someone like him have to fear a precious thing like you? he’s all chiselled muscle and tenacity, with the eyes of a wolf; you’re small compared to him, cute and soft and easy to overpower — and yet he still ends up beneath you because your presence alone harbours more power than he does in all those muscles he’s so proud of, and his resolve is weak as long as you know where he’s most sensitive and what words make him blush, and with enough patience and punishments, those wolf’s eyes will melt into a puppy’s every time.

and getting a man like him to submit — or better yet break — is no easy feat. he thought himself a dom before he met you and god, if there isn’t anything more rewarding, more wonderful than that; teaching him to bend to your will and seeing his inevitable downfall each and every time. no matter how many times or how far he goes to defy and provoke you, you both know that he will always return to his rightful place: beneath you and completely at your mercy.

EREN JAEGER, TOJI FUSHIGURO, TOUYA TODOROKI, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

[didderd]

so. so.. Corrupted Rebirth is pretty cool. :3

(if u tag as ship, ur days are numbered, make sure to say goodbye to ur family before ur ass is dust.)

[ghostbsuter]

They may feel it, but never witness it.

Bart does not explain his impromptu leaves in the speedforce, nor how and why the speedforce seems to only take him and spit him back out few hours later.

Well, bart can't really explain it without sounding ridiculous.

How else do you explain to your family and teammates that grandma speedy keeps bringing him to playdates with some god of times grandson?

At least they're the same age! Danny's very crash, honestly. Got the speedster appetite and running together ensures even faster speed with no obstacles in front of them!

Man, he loves intangibility.

Now how does he explain this to uncle max?

[kikker-oma]

For the ever lovely @silvercaptain24 for her amazing fic "Extremes" which made me VERY happy☺️

The way you wrote Warriors just absolutely passing out with the words all spaced out made me unreasonably happy! I very poorly tried to replicate it, but it can't compare.

If anyone is looking to enjoy a hurt Wars, GO READ IT NOW

[seven-ruins-it]

sirius, 70s teen and rockhead, got up three hours before the others every morning to style his hair before going back to bed and laying very still on the pillow all so he could pretend it was all natural

[sentientcave]

okay so Price/Ghost one shot where Ghost is a tow-truck driver and Price is a cop, and Ghost sees Price parked in a fire lane while he's inside a store buying cigarettes or a coffee and tows his ass, and Price has to walk all the way to the impound lot just steaming mad, where he meets this huge, scarred-up ex-military tow truck driver who isn't the least bit intimidated by him. But Price tries to throw his badge around a little, so Ghost (ornery motherfucker that he is) decides to teach him a lesson personally, and makes it his life's mission to catch Price parked illegally and tow first his squad car, and then later on his personal vehicle. Price tries to catch Ghost doing things he could arrest him for but Simon is the most boring man on the planet, he works, goes home, drinks one beer, sleeps, rinse repeat ad infinitum. So Price arrests Johnny for something bullshit instead (Ghost only has one friend and no family), and Ghost has to go down to the precinct to bail him out. Price starts leaving Gaz in the vehicle to stop Ghost from towing him, but he tows it with Gaz inside as retaliation for the Johnny arrest.

Culminating in them having an altercation when Price finally catches Ghost hooking up his car, and after a few punches are thrown they probably end up on the ground making out sloppy style.

Is this anything? I feel like this is something.

[treasuringizu]

⤷ gojo x reader | 0.7k words |

⤷ tags | insecure reader, very self-insert, suggestive content at the very end, established relationship, not proofread, satoru loves u, u love satoru, he's a sap!! satoru carries you up at the end.

“Hey,” Satoru breathes, nuzzling his face into your neck, soft white hair tickling your skin. 

“Hmm.” you hum, running your fingers through his soft locks, your other hand rubbing along his back, feeling the smooth material of his cotton shirt, lingering on the muscles you can feel under it. His arms tighten around you, pulling you even more into his lap so that your chests are as close as they could be, your bodies melded together. You feel his nose press into you and the rise and fall of his body as he releases a breath when you place a delicate kiss on his shoulder. 

“You know you’re beautiful, right?” 

“Satoru…” you do your half-awkward laugh, half breathing out thing that you always do whenever someone compliments you, now burying your own face into his neck as heat crawls up your skin. 

“You are. You truly are,” he says, pulling away from you and holding you by your waist, looking straight into your eyes with that unwavering gaze that never fails to let you know he’s being genuine. You take him in as his silver eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones, framing his azure eyes that are intensely staring back at you. His glasses are always off around you. He claims he wants to fully see you as best as he can. 

Awkwardly smiling, you hold eye contact for a few seconds before nervously glancing away from his eyes. At times like this you can’t help but wonder, how does he see you as that? As beautiful. Doesn’t he know that he’s the beautiful one? That he’s the one that makes you stop in place multiple times a day just to think, wow. It's hard to believe him sometimes, when he says things like this. He says it so freely too, with no hesitation, no reluctance, simply opening his heart for you to look inside and do whatever you want with it. It makes you grateful that he chose you, of all people. It makes you scared, because what will you do when it's over? When it doesn't last? 

“We all know you’re the beautiful one, Satoru,” you respond, looking over his shoulder. When you’re met with silence, you glance back at him only to see his eyebrows furrowed, a pout on his lips, and without thinking you smooth your thumb over his bottom lip, smiling softly when he only pouts even more like a petulant child. 

He cups your face with his large hand, frown softening but still there when your eyes flutter and you rub your cheek into him. “Why do you always do that? Why don’t you ever believe me?” 

You keep your eyes closed. “You know why, Satoru…” You bring your front to his again, burying your face in his neck and holding him close as if he might disappear from under your fingers. 

“I’m yours forever, you know? There’s no getting rid of me. No matter how hard you try. You’re stuck with me, baby.”

“So you’ve said.” You hate when you’re not able to respond with the same thing, hate the hurt he tries to mask but fails around you when you don’t tell him how you truly feel, but you know he knows. You just need to work up the nerve to let it out.

He lets you avoid, Satoru can never deny you. Instead, you breathe him in, inhaling the comforting smell of his cologne and detergent, and he rubs soft shapes into your back, deft fingers bringing you to the edges of sleep. It's like this for a few minutes, the soft sounds of your breaths the only thing you can hear on the couch, but then he speaks again. 

“I’ll make sure to keep telling you until you believe me.” 

You sigh, “Will you now?”

You feel the jerk of his head against your neck as he nods, determined, and you smile to yourself. You can’t ever let him go. 

“I will, every single day.” You don’t mention that he already does. “You’re so incredibly beautiful, love. It kills me. I love it.”

You laugh, and he pulls away again to see the action, eyes crinkling with his own smile, dimples forming in his cheeks as his eyes sweep over your face.  

“Alright, Sa- Oh!” You’re cut off when he lifts you up with one arm, wrapping your legs around his waist and strolling over to the bedroom. “Satoru!” 

He winks at you, patting your ass. “I know a few other ways I can show you I think you’re beautiful.” 

[eefaevie]

Suddenly, the room goes silent as the front door opens. In walks the single most breathtakingly gorgeous man Stede’s ever seen. Everything about the man is striking; he’s dressed provocatively in a well-worn black leather jacket over dark jeans and boots, and his long, silvery hair is piled into a high bun exposing the bronze expanse of his elegant neck. Stede can see the edges of faint black inkwork peeking out from under the cuffs of his jacket and across the top of his chest, and his short-cropped beard emphasizes an absolutely stunning set of cheekbones. And his eyes, god, his eyes; they’re luminous, as vast and dark as the swath of sky held aloft by the telescope on the hill.

art and excerpt from chapter one of Wave Hello to the Void, an ofmd gentlebeard fic written by @mxmollusca and @zacharybosch with some art by me ❤️ check it out on ao3!

[fairyhaos]

seventeen as wave to earth songs

requested by @haocovr !

notes: this was my excuse to finally drag my ass into listening to w2e haha

[this fic's spotify playlist]

masterlist

seungcheol

sunburn. the prominent drum beats and guitars make the song feel darker than some of their others. more grounded, more determined, more assured. nothing whimsical, but still fiercely and unconditionally loving all the same. there's also protection there- the idea of intentionally burning in the sun for people you love to live.

jeonghan

evening glow. it's a song about how one is perceived and receiving love unconditionally anyway, and it's something that, oddly, fits jeonghan. it's also a song that gives off vibes of tired love: not a love that feels exhausting, but of loving someone deeply even when you're at your most exhausted. being by their side no matter what.

joshua

peach eyes. gentlest gentleman song for the gentlest gentleman person in the entire world. it reminds me of cliche romantic moments: picnics by the river, serenading someone on the balcony, kissing under fireworks. the colour imagery of pastels and gentleness fits him so well, too. there's devotion, fondness, looking over at someone and realising you want to spend the rest of your life with them.

junhui

daisy. it's whimsical. it's romantic. it's almost painfully fluffily cheesy and hopelessly infatuated and adorable, just like junhui. it's eyes lighting up almost embarrassingly bright when you see your favourite person. it's giggling internally when you finally hold hands with them. it's junhui in a nutshell.

hoshi

pueblo. it's chill. it's a chill song, don't-carish but also just at peace. it feels like the soundtrack to a vlog that he'd make, playing in the background as he walks down a bridge, hoodie hanging off one shoulder while the sun beats down on him, but he feels calm. honestly the song just makes me think of 231005 hoshi tbh.

wonwoo

love. the opening notes of this song are so, so lavender purple, and the lyrics are very silver. those of you who have read my wonwoo synaesthesia post know how important that is to me. but it's also so gentle, almost relaxed, in its message of love, like faces melting into smiles that lift up the lips almost of their own accord.

woozi

gold. the drums at the beginning with their syncopated beats is so delicious and basically sold this song as woozi-coded to me. but also the conviction and the determination and self-confidence is so present in this song. it makes me think of bronze coloured pedestals and nameless faces in a crowd but also immense sense of self-assuredness.

minghao

light. it reminds me of some watercolour-style animated movie with no dialogue, only music, and changing sceneries of watercolor people living in a watercolor world. it's whimsical, but not quite. it's dreamy, but only almost. nevertheless, it's romantic, devastatingly so, and promises care and affection like no other.

mingyu

so real. can't explain this one tbh. it starts off so chill and minghao-esque, but it makes me think of mingyu too bc this man is so perceptive and very feeling and very very empathetic. and then the crescendo into a jazzy instrumental outro? it's so so mingyu in the busy-ness of it and the swirling colours and brightness and desire to be perceived but also to be perceived well.

dokyeom

calla. the elegance and the beauty and the hope and the natural imagery that this entire song and it's title evokes is so dk it actually hurts. the blues melodies with the accidentals add a yearning note to the song and it's all so complex and beautiful and reminds me of him. also the message of protection? of nurture? of growth? does that not make you think of him too?

seungkwan

wave. this feels like roadtrips, but peaceful roadtrips. like snapshots of someone rolling down the car window, trailing their hand through the air as they drive down a road by the sea. it's like a daisy petal love, soft and numerous and almost child-like, full of a love that's been long established and carries the promise of many, many more years of comfort together.

vernon

bad. the idea of gentle devotion in the lyrics. the idea that seeing one particular person instantly makes your entire day better. the idea of utter adoration and unconditional love. that's so so vernon actually, and the gentleness and unquestioning, inexplicable, "of course my day was good. i saw you" is so devastatingly him in ways i just cannot explain

chan

surf. the chill, the groove, the lightness? it's jazzy, light like sunlight peeking through thin white curtains. it's a song that immediately makes you smile and feel almost coyly warm, almost like the comfort and security that comes with taking someone's hand and running away from other people's control: it's a giddy security, perhaps a bit tenuous, but makes you feel alive.

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[theotherbuckley]

After the OVERWHELMING support I got on my last WIP (Eddie gets transported back in time and meets Buck 1.0) I’ve decided to make a tag list for it. So interact with this post (like, comment, rb) if you’d like to be tagged when I post it!

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i have this really stupid idea in my head that im frankly a little obsessed with and the idea is this: trent crimm doing a drunk history episode on ted lasso's first tenure at richmond. is that how drunk history works? i don't think so. do i care? absolutely not. it's a special episode who cares because this image is not only hysterical to me but treasured. i treasure this image. i hold it close in my heart and also laugh and laugh and laugh.

[killmongerskeeper]

Crashing Waves // Chapter 1 // Namor

Pairing: Namor X POC Reader

Warning: SPOILERS If you haven't seen Black Panther 2 / Violence

A/N: Time to roll out the Namor fics! Because that man had me in a chokehold!

Chapter 2

You were fuming. Stuck on this stupid military site in the middle of the fucking ocean with two people pole who have no idea what they're getting themselves into. Taking a student's science fair project is one thing, but actually stumbling across vibranium in the middle of the ocean. Yeah that's not good. You have to keep it out of the wrong hands. You promised Shuri. Even if you had to use your powers to do so. 

T'Challa calls it being gifted. You call it being cursed. Being able to manipulate things telepathically. Force fields, mind control and shit. Nothing too extreme like Wanda Maximoff. More of a simplified version. Only difference is you can see through other people's eyes. 

Shuri always wanted to see you do it in person. Wakanda has done so much for you. Saved your life when Killmonger took over, treated your stab wound from battle, and offered their home to you. I made new friends and found a family. You owe them your life. Queen Ramonda, Shuri, T'Challa. The least you could do was help protect what was theirs

"We should leave it alone! You and everyone else heard what the queen of Wakanda said. We can't just go around stealing their resources!" You shouted as the general stood with his arms crossed. 

"Vibranium could be what this nation needs to prevent war. And it's right here at the bottom of the ocean." The other agent spoke and you snapped your head in her direction.

"Taking the vibranium will start a war! Are you guys that dense?" You shouted and then she stood holding her hands out to calm you down.

"Professor. Y/N. Please we are too close to pull back now. The vibranium is right there." She tried to reason with you but you knew the consequences behind this. Especially after hearing the queen's threat. You knew better than to take it lightly. 

"And what if the Wakandans show up. If they decide to take more of a lethal approach? That is a war you won't win." You told her as the general walked closer to the two of you.

"Professor, we brought you out here to help us find and secure the vibranium given your abilities. What we didnt bring you here for was to give us a pep talk. Now if you won't help us, you can go back to that classroom at that university."

It's true they came to you because of your experience with Wakanda and the folklore you grew up on. With you knowing the history of Wakanda and vibranium, you were a perfect pick. You didn't however expect them to actually find it. 

"My pep talk just might save your ass, general. I'm not talking for my health. You wanted me here because I've been there, I know them. Now I'm trying to help you BECAUSE I've been there. This will not end well for you." You sneered in defiance and he scoffed. 

"Fine. We won't need you up here. Take her to her room, and keep her there." You raised an eyebrow as a soldier grabbed your arm, dragging you out the room. 

"Ross will hear about this!" 

After a couple minutes descending the stairs you were now locked in your room with the soldier standing guard at the door. 

"Fucking asshole!" You shouted as you slid your back down the wall to sit on the floor while you held up your hand. The green hue danced around your brown fingers as you stared into the small void it created. You smiled at the memory you had stored away from when you revealed this to Shuri and T'Challa for the first time. How they asked you to stay in Wakanda with them. As much as you wanted to stay, you had to decline because you couldn't leave your younger brother behind. But now your brother is in college and T'Challa is gone. You should've been there. With them. To console them as they did you when your mother died.

"They're making a mistake! War with Wakanda isn't a good thing!" You shouted at the guard and he waved you off. They could be coming for me, you know? I could've contacted them about the vibranium you guys found down there!" You lied through your teeth and grinned when that caught his attention. He turned to you with a horrified stare and you shrugged. 

"They are my friends, you know." You started as you stood on your feet walking towards the door. He went to speak before a couple of gunshots rang out and we both froze. 

"Did you really contact the Wakandans?" He asked with fear laced in his voice. 

"Um no. I was bullshitting you actually. Are we under attack?" You questioned and he readied his weapon before taking a deep breath. 

"Stay here." He said and you shrugged. 

"Not like I have a choice. Wait, don't leave me down here!" You screamed after him as he went to investigate what was going on. You quickly locked the door and shot out a small green sphere into his back as he disappeared up the stairs where you couldn't see him anymore. Closing your eyes your vision was replaced with the soldier's as he slowly approached the top. The general was now a dead man as he hung from the wall by a spear. He looked up into the sky in time to see the chopper get thrown into the ocean.

The soldier's breathing became irregular as he began to panic so you decided to speak to him. "Relax, just hurry up and radio for help." He jumped a bit, startled by the voice in his head and he sighed. 

"I forgot you could do that." He mumbled as he went for the general's radio. "Mayday. We're under attack at the vibranium site. Send a strike team now."

"Copy that. Do you recognize the assailants?" Another voice asked and he looked around. "Wakandans."

"No. These aren't Wakandans." You said and the soldier frowned. 

"Then who-" Without warning your vision came back to you causing you to fall over. The soldier is dead. You sat up to catch your breath as you stared at the door.

"Who the fuck-" you started before the sound of the steps reached your ears. You quickly stood with your arm stretched out aiming at the door ready for whoever it may be. The knob turned once before complete silence engulfed the room. You held my stance as some curls fell in your face. Whatever it is, you're ready for it.

[lostgirlmuseum]

🏖Chapter 4 (Finale)

Mini Series Masterlist ❤️

Summary: You invite both your best friend and your boyfriend to a three-day weekend getaway at a beach resort. This trip was meant to be relaxing, but tensions and jealousies rise as both Miles and Bucky fight for your attention. 

Pairing: BestFriend!Bucky x f!Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: Major toxicity, accusations of infidelity, happy ending!

A/N: I really hope you like it! I don't have a taglist, but you can follow updates at @lostgirl-library instead

(Divider credit: @firefly-graphics)

Reader’s POV

DAY 4: MONDAY 🌊

The sun was just starting to peek through the blinds, streams of soft light rolling over the bed. You yawned and stretched out wide, feeling your limbs tense and relax. You shifted your body and found the other side of the bed was cool, Bucky must have left a while ago. You noticed his open suitcase on the floor, and he looked mostly packed. 

Wanda and Vision had left late after the bonfire the night before. You frowned at the thought. You didn’t want to leave, at least not yet. It was so sunny and spacious here. You tucked yourself further into the covers and groaned, knowing you should get up, but what’s a few more minutes? 

You nearly fell back asleep until you remembered your flight was creeping up, and you still needed to pack up your things. Begrudgingly, you removed yourself from the comfort of Bucky’s bed, and creaked out of his door.

Just as you were shutting the door behind you, you made eye contact with Miles, as he was simultaneously leaving his room.

You began to smile but his words came first.

“I thought you said you were sleeping on the couch,” he scrunched his eyebrows.

“I did. I was,” you said, rubbing your arms for warmth. 

“Then how come you’re leaving his room?” He countered, crossing his arms across his chest.

“He saw I was uncomfortable and told me I could sleep in his room.” You simply stated, and walked over to the couch to grab your sweatshirt off the back of it.

“And you said yes?” 

“Yeah..?” You replied skeptically, pulling the garment over your body.

“Y/N.” He deadpanned.

“Miles.” You mirrored.

“Drop the innocence. You’re telling me you don’t see what this looks like?” He gestured between you and Bucky’s door.

You followed his hand, still confused about what he was getting at.

“No?” You responded, sticking your hands into the pouch of your sweatshirt.

“Because it looks like you cheated on me.”

You blinked once. Twice. A third time.

“What?” 

“Did you sleep with him?” Miles pointed to Bucky’s room.

“What the fuck? No!” You took a step back, incredulous. 

Is this some sort of joke?

Miles' voice started to raise, and yours with it.

“Well how am I supposed to know that? Because that’s the way it fuckin’ looks right now!”

“Because I’m your girlfriend and we are supposed to trust each other!” You scoffed.

“The person I don’t trust is Bucky!”

“What do you have against him?” You groaned, truly curious to what all this animosity was for.

“He’s obsessed with you! The dumb and oblivious act was cute at first, but wake the fuck up! Are you stupid?” He tapped his head aggressively.

You balked. Where is this coming from? Did he just call me an idiot?

“Miles,” you calmly stated, trying to center yourself, “I do not like the way you are acting right now.”

“I’m acting this way because of you! I can’t trust you as long as he is around. How did you think it was a good idea to sleep in another guy’s bed when you already have a boyfriend?”

“I don’t know!” You threw your hands up, “I was tired, and upset, and it’s not like Bucky and I have never slept in the same bed before! We go on missions together!”

“Great, so now I have to worry about the past as well!” Miles scoffed.

“You don’t have to worry about anything!”

“He’s manipulated you, can’t you see that? He’s been playing me this whole time, trying to pit you against me.”

“Miles, you’re talking nonsense,”

“Sweetheart, men and women can never be friends. I know this is hard for you, but you have to accept that he will never see you as just a friend. He will always be sabotaging your happiness as long as you’re with someone who isn’t him!”

“You’re pissing me off!” 

“Open your eyes!”

The front door swung open, and Bucky appeared with a box of donuts in hand. He quickly looked between you and Miles, obviously sensing that you were in the middle of something. He shut the door behind him without taking his eyes off you. You looked at Bucky almost pleadingly.

“Doll?” 

“Baby, I’m begging you, please,” Miles continued, taking a couple steps toward you, “I’ll forget about the past. Just tell me you see where I’m coming from with him. I love you.”

You froze.

“You—you what me?”

“I love you.” Miles put his hand over his heart.

What the fuck?

“You were just screaming at me telling me I cheated on you!” 

“You make me crazy about you! Baby,” Miles begged, trying to step closer to you, but you stepped back.

“I don’t even know what to say anymore.” You scoffed humorlessly. 

“Fuck it, fine,” Miles mumbled, and lowered himself on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

Your eyes went impossibly wide, and you heard the sound of a box being dropped on the floor.

“WHAT?” You and Bucky yelled at the same time.

“Will you marry me?” He repeated.

“Oh my God, I’ve dated a madman—” you shook your head in disbelief, and brought your palms to your cheeks at the pure absurdity of the situation.

“I think you need to take a walk, Miles,” Bucky finally spoke up, and picked up the box of donuts that had found itself on the floor.

“So you can be alone with her? Not a chance.” He sneered.

“Miles, we are done.” You enunciated every word. “This is over. Clearly I have made a huge mistake.”

“No, I don’t accept that!”

“Accept it? I’m not offering to pay for dinner!” You screeched. “I’m breaking up with you! You don’t have to ‘accept’ it, but you’re gonna have to live with it!”

“Back up,” Bucky growled, seeing Miles try to step closer to you.

To your surprise, Miles seemed to listen. He took a step back, and then disappeared into the kitchen. Before you and Bucky could utter a single word, he was back holding the sand dollar Bucky had given you yesterday.

“You love him, don’t you?” Miles asked, relatively calm, as he pointed at Bucky.

The room went completely silent.

“I– I–” You didn’t know what to say.

“You love him!” He shouted, and held up the precious shell. You were too slow—he threw it against the wall.

“No!” You cried, and gasped, seeing the pieces shatter to the ground.

“See! You care more about a stupid shell than me!” Miles gestured to the mess he’d made.

“That’s enough,” Bucky seethed, and grabbed Miles by the back of his neck, picking him up like you would a puppy.

Miles argued but Bucky persisted, and carried him out the front door. 

The moment you heard the door shut, you sank to your knees and began to cry.

Yes, because of the shell, but you knew it was so much more than that. You were exhausted, embarrassed, and conflicted.

Miles' voice rang in your ears.

You love him! You love him! You love him!

An uncomfortable pit planted itself in your stomach. Miles not only hit a nerve, but it felt as if he had exposed it. 

You can’t keep running from this. You can’t keep running from your feelings. You thought you could fix yourself, but all you did was distract yourself from the truth.

I am in love with Bucky Barnes. I have been for a very long time.

“Fuck,” you choked, tucking your forehead into your knees.

You couldn’t tell if you were more mad that it had taken you this long to accept it, or that you accepted it at all. 

These feelings for your best friend were dangerous. They had been barred and locked up behind your rusting heart for so long, but now they were in the forefront of your mind, and you knew there were risks.

You knew that if Bucky didn’t reciprocate your feelings, you’d be okay. Upset, yes, but you knew you would survive as long as you had Bucky as your friend. The real fear is if Bucky loves you back. What if you don’t work out? Will your friendship survive that caliber of heartbreak? Of knowing what it’s like to have the other completely, only to give it up?

But you were tired, so tired, of lying to him, yourself, the world.

You wiped your eyes and pulled yourself up from the ground. You needed fresh air.

You weren’t sure how long you stood before the water, watching the waves crash and the water barely making it to your toes. 

Bucky appeared next to you. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just took a deep breath of the ocean air.

“I took him to the airport.”

“Is that a euphemism?”

“No,” he chuckled, “I sent him home. I figured we could catch another flight later, and stay here for a little longer. Housekeeping won’t be here until noon, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I snuck a couple bullets in his pockets. TSA is going to tear him apart.”

You didn’t bother asking him where he got the bullets.

“Bucky, be honest with me.”

“What is it?”

“Miles hasn’t been kind to you, has he?” It was phrased like a question, but sounded like a statement.

He froze for a second, struggling for the right words.

“No.” He eventually sighed.

“And you didn’t tell me…because you didn’t want to disappoint me?”

“It was nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“This is all my fault,” you sniveled, and dropped yourself onto the sand.

“No it’s not,” Bucky sat down with you, and put his hand on your back.

“It is. I can’t believe I ignored how awful he was. I can’t believe I let him hurt you. I should’ve known I couldn’t force that relationship. I just wanted the distraction, y’know?” “Distraction?”

“Bucky…” you trailed off, and forced yourself to look at him. “I only went out with him because I thought it would help me get over my feelings for you. But here we are, I’ve only made things worse, and I still love you. And it’s fine if you don’t feel the same, I just can’t keep lying to myself.”

Bucky’s eyes went wide.

Oh god. He’s upset? He’s happy? Surprised? 

Before you could backtrack and take back what you’d said, Bucky’s hands were holding your face, his only inches away.

“What are you doing?” You asked, nervous for what was going to happen next.

His eyes glittered softly, looking into yours.

“I’m making the wave,” he whispered, and he dove in for the kiss.

You gave a soft gasp at his quick movements, but immediately responded, bringing your hand behind his neck to keep him close to you. 

The kiss was desperate, and filled with longing, as you found yourself falling back into the sand, Bucky holding himself right above you. The fall broke the kiss, but you didn’t mind, because it gave you the gorgeous view of Bucky hovering above you, panting, and smiling like an idiot. 

You giggled and leaned up to kiss his chin, his cheeks almost as pink as his lips.

As adorable as he looked, eyes shining as he took you in, you were getting impatient, and crashed your lips to his. You caught him off guard, but he was quick to recover.

“Wait, wait,” you panted, lightly pushing him off of you.

“What’s wrong?” He pulled back looking frazzled, a mix of concern and adoration in his ocean eyes.

“Nothing,” you reassured him, and reached into your back pocket, “I just want to get a picture of this.” 

You sat up and placed yourself next to Bucky, putting your phone in selfie mode.

You captured his cheesy smile as you placed a kiss on his left cheek. Bucky watched as you quickly tapped away on your phone, and he smirked once he saw what you’d done.

To: Miles [File Attachment: IMG_6123] Thx for making me realize what I really needed Fuck you for everything else bastard

“And…blocked.” You said, a satisfied grin on your face.

“God, I love you,” Bucky crooned.

“I love you,” you responded, pulling him back in for another kiss.

The waves crashed hopefully behind you.

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUPPORTING THIS SERIES! I appreciate each and every one of you. For my first mini series, I think I'm mostly happy with how it turned out. Of course I'm always going to worry about it not being good enough, but I wanted to thank you for all being so kind toward me.

I'm so sorry if the ending feels too abrupt, I really didn't know how to end it. If you have any question about the story, feel free to ask!

All that being said, thank you once again you beautiful people.

GET OUT THERE AND MAKE THE WAVE!!!