#have an oldie short drabble

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Between dreams and reality

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

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Twitching. Trembling. Fingers curling tighter and tighter into the covers. Turning. Tossing. Soft whimpers escaping from his lips as his body jerked and his breath hitched.

All sorts of little tells of fear that in his dream, Jay was keeping firmly at bay. Hiding them behind a poker face from the man advancing on him, who was slowly cornering him and actively pushing him against the wall.

Unfortunately, asleep and in the real world in bed, he had no control over his actions.

And while he may have fooled the man in his dreams, that same man lying next to him in bed had a front row seat to his misery and was hungrily taking in the scene.

Zayne, turned on his side with his arm propped under his head, narrowed his eyes in amusement as the sleeping Jay twitched like a dreaming cat.

And Jay couldn’t stop the man in his dream getting closer, couldn’t stop the hand on his throat now slowly tightening, its fingers cutting off his air as the smirking face was inching closer and closer while he couldn’t get away— couldn’t breathe!

His eyes flew open and that same smirk was just as close now that he was awake.

He shot back with a high pitched gasp. Almost coughed out that same breath when he realised he was in bed, that it was a dream.

An exasperated sigh punched out of his lungs as he let himself fall onto his back, hands over his face as he tried to calm down, push those treacherous tears of lingering fear and humiliation away, and ignore the soft chuckle next to him.

"No, no," his nightmare crooned. Fingers curled over his wrist and pulled a hand away from his face. "Don't hide it from me. We were just getting to the good part."

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[cicimunson]

Period Comfort with Eddie

Just a short drabble of Eddie comforting the reader while they're on their period.

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You wake up with a sharp pain in your lower stomach, groaning softly as you curl into a ball. Your period was here, it was early, and you were already miserable.

Eddie stirs in his sleep, automatically rolling over and tossing an arm around you.

"Bad dream, babe?" He murmurs, kissing your cheek. "Don't worry, I'm right here."

You slip out of bed. "I'm fine. I just need to use the bathroom." You hurry down the hall before he can reply.

Please let it be a light one, please let it be a light one, please let it be-

You sigh as you tug down your sleep shorts and underwear and see the mess. You had already leaked through them. 

Fuck, of course. My first time sleeping over with my boyfriend and this happens.

You realize that if you've bled through your shorts, there's probably blood on the bed. You briefly contemplate just leaving, walking out the front door without saying a word. It isn't like Eddie is going to want to talk to you after this, he'll probably be disgusted.

You dismiss the idea, your shoes and keys are in his bedroom anyways.

You leave the bathroom, dragging your feet as you walk back to him. Eddie is sitting up in the bed, looking concerned.

"Are you okay baby?"

You nod slowly, dreading the conversation you're about to have.

"Um, yeah, I'm fine. I just…I got my period is all."

He looks a little surprised but nods. "Oh, okay. Do you need to go home or something?"

Of course he wants me to go home. You blink back tears.

"I can, but, um, I wanted to offer to wash your sheets first. I'm really sorry."

He frowns. "Wash my sheets? Why?"

You look down at the floor. "I, uh, I got blood on them."

Eddie pulls the cover back, grimacing when he sees the blood stain.

"I can clean it up, I promise, and then I'll go, I'm so sorry." You start to ramble. "It wasn't supposed to happen until next week, but sometimes it's early and I should have-"

"Hey, stop, it's fine." He gets out of bed and pulls you into his arms. "Are you okay? Are you in pain?"

"I…just some cramps, I'm fine." You look up at him, surprised at the worry etched on his face. You expected him to look disgusted.

"Are you sure? That's a lot of blood, it looks like it would hurt." He gestures to the stain.

You realize his little grimace when he saw it wasn't because he was grossed out, it was because he was worried about you. He’s so concerned, he’s so sweet.

"Listen, I can handle the sheets. Why don't you go take a shower? I'm sure you wanna get cleaned up." He kisses your forehead.

"Are you sure? I know it's kinda gross. If you don't want-"

"Babe, it's just blood, I got it. I just wanna make sure you're okay is all." He strokes your cheek, still looking worried.

He's really not disgusted or mad. He's worried about me. You let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm fine, I promise. I'll go shower." You peck his lips gently. "Use cold water on those sheets."

He nods, turning to gather them up while you grab your overnight bag and head back to the bathroom. You get out fresh clothes and search your toiletries, letting out a triumphant "A-ha!" when you find a pad wedged between your deodorant and toothbrush holder.

You ball up your dirty clothes and stuff them in the bag before showering quickly, making sure there's no trace of blood left in the tub before getting dressed.

You follow the sounds coming from the kitchen, smiling when you see Eddie standing over the stove, singing along with the radio.

"Oldies country? I'm shocked." You tease and he whirls around to face you, a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks. 

"Hey, it's all Wayne listens to so of course I know a couple songs." He protests. “Doesn’t make me a fan.”

"Oh I'm not judging, you sound great babe." You push his hair back to kiss his shoulder.

"We are having eggs with cheese, the house speciality." He says in a dramatic French accent. "You like, oui?"

"Oui." You giggle. "Can I do anything to help?"

"You can sit and look pretty, you're already halfway there." He kisses your nose. "My pretty baby."

"Oh, stop." Your cheeks turn pink as you sit down.

He serves you a plate of eggs and a glass of juice before sitting down beside you, grabbing your chair to tug you closer to him. Eddie always had to be close to you, resting a hand on your leg, brushing his thigh against yours, kissing your temple. You normally didn't like to be touched constantly, but with Eddie you craved it. Something in his touch made you feel happy and safe.

He tries to spoon feed you and you laugh, pushing his hand away. "Stop, you goof."

"It's part of the house speciality, the chef feeds you." He tugs one of your thighs over his, stroking your leg as he feeds you little bites.

"You're spoiling me." You murmur, taking a sip of your juice. “I’m fine, Eddie, really.”

He hesitates. "Does it…are you hurting?"

You nod. "Just a little, the cramps hurt. And my chest is a little sore."

He grins mischievously. "Seeing as I'm such a loving and devoted boyfriend, I'm more than happy to rub whatever hurts."

"Eddie!" You blush and hide your face in his neck.

"No, no, I insist. It's my job and I take my job very seriously." He quips as he puts the dirty dishes in the sink before leading you to the couch.

"Very funny. Although I wouldn't say no to a tummy rub right now."

He sprawls out on the couch and pulls you down beside him, your back against his chest. "Let me take care of you baby." He coos, rubbing your lower stomach gently.

"I thought…I thought maybe it would gross you out and you'd want me to go home." You admit. "I'm really sorry about the sheets."

He shakes his head. "Hey, none of that. Truthfully, I think it's kinda metal."

You look up at him over your shoulder. "You think periods are metal?"

"I mean, yeah, kinda! You're in pain and bleeding but you're still up walking around and doing stuff? It's a bit badass, babe."

You smile softly. "You're one-of-a-kind, you know that right?"

He looks pleased. "Right back at ya, gorgeous."

You snuggle in his arms, your eyelids starting to droop after a bit.

"Getting sleepy, pretty baby?"

You nod, kissing his cheek. "Can we nap?"

"Whatever my baby wants." He returns the kiss, holding you tightly.

You nod off in his arms as he keeps rubbing your stomach. 

Eddie isn't even tired. He lies contently beside you, hugging you close as he strokes your tummy and back. When he finally does drift off to sleep, he whispers a soft "I love you." in your ear, feeling a weight lift off his chest as he says it for the first time, even though you're sleeping soundly and didn't hear him.

It doesn't matter though, because you fully intend to tell him you love him when you wake up. How could you not?

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[angelbaby-fics]

picking a tree with steve & bucky

a/n: i feel so disappointed that i wasn't able to write everything i'd wanted to for christmastime, and even though i know its okay and not to be hard on myself, i really wish i'd been able to follow through on it simply because i liked the idea so much!! i wanted to do it all, it just wasn't in the cards this year. well there's always next year! and something is better than nothing, so this is just a little winter time drabble i threw together anyways <3 🌲❤️

the afternoon sun fights against thick winter clouds to light the day with a dreary shade of grey. you’re bundled up so tightly you could barely walk down the path, not that you’d need to anyways, because steves got you on his right hip, his left hand holding the hot chocolate he bought you at the entrance. bucky walks ahead, carrying the saw in his vibranium hand. as the three of you traverse the rows and rows of fir trees, steve feeds you little sips of cocoa; it started off way too hot for your little mouth to drink, but the frigid air around you had cooled it to a more tolerable temperature. the trees around you climb taller and taller, miniature ones near the front of the park, growing larger the further into the forest you walk. you scrutinize each and every one, determined to find the perfect tree for your perfect christmas. bucky and steve have made it clear they’ll spare no expense to make it so.

this ones too pointy.

another too rounded.

these ones just dont smell piney enough.

and then you see it. it stands out against all the others, so obviously the tree for you. its taller than your daddies, the picture perfect cartoon shape, a model of a christmas tree if there ever was one. a match made in holiday heaven. 

squirming from steve’s arms and hopping onto the ground, running down the path past bucky towards it. 

“slow down, baby!”

you grab a branch, holding it like a hand, jumping up and down with excitement.

“can i help cut it down?”

“absolutely not!” they reply in unison, catching up to you. 

steve keeps a hand on your shoulder, you take sips of sweet cocoa while watching bucky. he’s got one knee on the ground, kneeling as he rhythmically saws at the base of the trunk. it falls to the ground, sending a gust of wind through bucky’s hair. he’s so strong, he lifts the tree right up over his shoulder, grunting with effort and then steadying himself, the tree firmly in his grasp. he carries it back to the entrance; steve carries you, and he pays at the front desk while bucky ties the tree to the roof of the car. 

the ride home is scored by christmas music, a mix of classics and modern hits. steve likes discovering newer songs, bucky gets excited when he hears an oldie he recognizes. you like it all, singing along even when you dont know all the words. the drive back to your home almost feels too short when you’re having this much fun.

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[bonketh]

Hi! I love your countryhumans Hc and mini story's can I request one with Russian empire, Russia and America? Where we teach them/dance with them

[ oh-! i'm so glad you like those silly, old, cringey lil stories and headcanons- honestly i just drabble n stuff, but thank you :D!! never wrote for russian empire, so- this'll be a first! sorry if it's bad, haven't wrote for country humans in a good bit, so my headcanons have changed a bit xd. enjoy! ]

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[ dancing / teaching the countries how to dance ]

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[ Russian Empire ]

[] ' you ' d like to do what now , dearest ? '

[] ah , i ' m sure russian empire would be the more experienced in dancing , i ' m sure he dances to oldies when he ' s extremely bored , or just sits down and reads .

[] haha . peepaw .

[] anywho ,

[] if you ever were to ask him to dance , or suggest dancing with him , he could never decline his beloved . besides , he loves the idea of your small hands slipped into his larger gloved ones whilst he sways with you around the room .

[] plus , he ' d probably tease you about your height .

[] peepaw is about 8'6 -

[] but aside from the teasing , he ' d enjoy hearing your laughs , your giggles , surprises squeaks caused by him simply moving his arms , wrapping them around you , and lifting you up as he twirls , your head against his chest .

[] he loves it : ] !

[ Russia ]

[] dancing ?

[] no thanks .

[] he ' s too insecure about it , believe it or not . he ' d stare at you with a straight face , and simply say : ' no . '

[] if you manage to convince him , there ' s no way he ' d dance in public , nor for a long time . he ' ll kinda stand there , holding your soft hands in his rough ones , face flustered as he grumbled under his breath .

[] ' russ , here , just relax and move your body to the beat ! ' you ' d tell him as he shuffled awkwardly in his spot .

[] he ' ll get the hang of it . eventually .

[] he ' d probably fall down once or twice , first time being an accident , second time being he didn ' t wish to dance any more , and so he falls back onto the couch , bringing you down with him -

[] he ' d lay there , cradling you close as you whine about continuing to dance -

[] ' just a few more minutes . '

[] ' russ , it ' s been an hour. '

[ America ]

[] ' you wanna dance ? alright ! sweet ! how do you do it ? '

[] he stares at you with a huge grin plastered onto his pale face , his amber orbs shimmering from behind his shades .

[] whenever you start dancing with him , he ' s all over the place . he ' s pretty jittery , a bit nervous , and flustered .

[] he loves being close to you , he ' s super clingy as you both dance , or attempt to -

[] lot ' s of laughs and giggles from ame , him stumbling around , and just goofin ' off .

[] if you want him to take it all seriously , you gotta verbally tell him , and he ' ll start takin ' it seriously .

[] surprisingly , once he takes it seriously , he ' s pretty okay at dancing . he follows you , mainly , he leans on you for support on how to dance -

[] ' wow . you ' re . . really good at this - ! '

[] he ' d definetly want to do it again .

[ sorry if it was short- i hope its alright though :'D!!]

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[pcrfumebcttles]

I have the sudden urge to write a small drabble/short story about Allison watching the world pass her by while she’s at a diner. She’s watching the city night-life with a single cup of coffee as oldies softly play in the background. She’s contemplating her entire life. Her failures, her mistakes, where she is now and where she could go in life. The feeling of guilt, shame and regret building in her heart, while also feeling guilty for showing signs of ungratefulness for where she is now. Just reflecting over her life and wondering where she could go from there.

....Maybe after I make this new promo.

#Vic speaks his mind #outofperfume

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It's an oldie but I love it - under a read more cuz it's long

Valentine’s Day. So simple, so mundane at this point. 

Kengou stared blearily up at his ceiling, ignoring the dull blare of his alarm clock. How long was it since he actually celebrated the holiday? Properly at least, Daddy-Daughter dates didn’t have the same effect - at least not to his mind.

‘Seventeen years,’ A heavy sigh followed the thought. So long since the pain happened, one would think the wound would have sealed over by now. In theory, an attainable feat had Sayaka not blossomed up to be painstakingly similar to her late mother, in most every way. ‘Save the hair. She’s back to the white streak.’ Tiredly he rose, kicking away the warmth of his blankets to greet the still dark morning. Beeping alarm was soon switched out for the sound of running water echoing through his bathroom, first in his shower then his sink. Like most mornings, his ritual was a blur with him barely registering his steps until met with the blasting cold of morning. The light snowfall from the previous night crunched underfoot with each step. It wasn’t all cold. Artisan street was waking up along with him, Targon Bakery for one spreading out the scent of freshly baking bread to those early risers like himself. One such shop in particular was alive inside as well, though it wasn’t the norm. “Sayaka?” Kengou called out, knowing only one other person would be able to access Aeyuni other than him. His daughter stood behind the counter of the family coffee shop - and her quasi apartment - hands hidden by the counter top. 

She barely reacted at his voice, solely focused on the project in front of her. “Hey Dad. Just getting everything ready!” “Ready for…?” Kengou paused, turning from the coat rack to look at her, brow arched. It was the weekend and her offseason, was he forgetting something? “...My date…” A pause hung in the air, both parties hesitant to continue. “Kion asked me out for Valentines and well,” She looked up and Kengou could see just what she was getting at. On her cheek smeared multiple ways was chocolate. “I wanted to do something nice and make him some chocolate since it’s not like when we were kids.” Right, Kion, son to one of his closest friends. Where had the time gone between the two of them? Last he remembered Kion just had a silly crush on Saya, but now he was going all out like this. “Guess he finally got up the courage. Wonder where he got that from.” “Dad!” “I’m kidding.” He smiled at his daughter’s protest. She was always quick to come to the aid of her ‘uncle Sett’ when Kengou teased him. “Move over kiddo. Let me see what you’re working with.” Wrapped in cute pink and white cellophane was a cluster of hand made chocolate treats. In no way were they perfect, yet they each looked delicious in their own right. “They look great. I’m sure he’ll enjoy them.” Sayaka smiled for a moment then faltered slightly, fingers reaching for the bag to play with the ribbon. “Are you sure? I mean, I tried a lot to make sure that they came out right. I just don’t want to disappoint him.” “Now come on,” His arm wrapped around his daughter’s frame, hand resting atop her bandanna covered hair. “He’s going to love them. And if he doesn’t I’ll make sure that he does.” “Dad, he’s not like Sora. You don’t have to threaten him.” “You’re right. Kion is a good kid. And he knows where I keep my swords.” “DAD!” He laughed, gently patting her head. “Go get cleaned up. By the looks of things you need a break and time to get ready.” He gave her a soft nudge towards the stairs - her apartment. “I’ve got in here.” “Thanks Dad.” With that she deposited her bandana and snuck around the corner, leaving her father alone once again in his thoughts. She really was growing up fast on him. Sure she had been on dates before but nothing like this. She was genuinely excited to not only spend time with Kion, but to make sure that it all went well for him. His little flower was starting to grow up.

‘She is seventeen...won’t be long until she leaves.’ A natural thought but his face still grew sour at it. Her high school life was fleeting and college beckoned, independence right around the corner. And he had no plans of letting her stay chained to him. She had beautiful wings, being cramped up in this small cage on a packed street would do her no good. No this was his place, for better or for worse. Hands moved automatically through the kitchen, cleaning up the pans used to create Sayaka’s confections as well as begin brewing his first pots of the day. Valentine’s or not, people would still need to wake up, hell, Aeyuni had served as a backdrop for many a date in the past, he needed to be ready. In no time at all, he was sipping on his first cup of tea, just in time to see the combined arrival of Kion at the door and Sayaka trotting down, both beaming at the sight of the other. “Don’t just stand there.” Kengou reached out with the chocolates towards Sayaka, a gesture she quickly picked up on. “Go have fun.” “Thanks Dad!” “I’ll have her back by -” Kion stopped, Kenogu’s raised palm cutting him off. “You’re good Kion. She’s old enough to enjoy a nice time with you. And I trust you.” He gave them both a short wave. “Go have fun kids.” Their exit prompted the timely entrance of familiar faces, many sporting someone loved at their sides. Throughout the day, Kengou smiled and nodded to the happy couples, serving drinks and making small talk like he normally did. Like a mask on his face, the smile stayed throughout the day, hiding the cloud that was forming in the back of his mind and over his heart. There was a part of him that was envious, truly jealous of them. The happiness they had shared together. Something he had tasted all those years ago, only to be culminated at a peak and ripped away from him at that very moment. It weighed on him as the day progressed, more and more couples enjoying their dates.

‘It’s going to be fine. We’ll get through this. One step at a time.’ The thought aimed to keep him strong, but that strength only lasted for but a moment. “Senna, will you marry me?” The entire cafe went quiet at that. In hindsight, it was fitting for Lucian to propose here. To Kengou’s knowledge, this was where they first met, hell their first date started here. Of course Senna responded with a tearful yes and the couple were surrounded by the congratulations of both the other customers and Kengou. “I think I have something to commemorate this.” Kengou said with a forced smile, turning to the back door that led to the store room. “I’ll be right back.” It wasn’t until he was completely shut off from the world around him did the mask finally slip. Those words haunted him, the ones left unspoken. There was a plan, a plan to be wed after Sayaka was born. He made sure to ask her family prior, to get their blessings despite having a child before the ceremony would even be thought of. “...After all this time,” Silent sobs shook his shoulders as he crouched down, tears running down his face. “I’m probably pathetic right now aren’t I Isabella?” Her name still rolled off his tongue in a way that made his heart ache, that knife still embedded in the wound. But he couldn’t wallow in the pain. Deftly he brushed the tears away, composing himself to do what he planned. Stinging eyes located the box that was marked ‘Future Plans’, dust covering it extensively. The cardboard gave way to open, revealing a bottle among other stationary and lists. She might not have been aware but Kengou had planned things, even before hearing her answer. “It’s better this way.” The box’s contents shifted as the bottle was removed, still cool from the lack of heating in the store room. Steeling himself once more, Kengou stood and exited, broad smile back on his face. “Where’s the happy couple? We need to celebrate!”

[jobean12-blog]

Clueless

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (college Bucky AU) 

Word Count: 1,634

Summary: You and Bucky are kind of friends and it takes a shitty night and some soul searching on your part to make a big realization...

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ and the Surprise Drabble Challenge: Romcoms! This is such a fun idea and took me almost all week to figure out and decide on but I went with Clueless as my inspiration because it is definintely one of my favorites. So I used some dialouge straight out of the movie- so thank you to the writers, credit goes to them- and I kept the 90′s vibe but also updated a thing or two- hopefully it makes sense and works. Also, you can just imagine Bucky and the reader know each other in the same way Cher and Josh do in the movie- or whatever you want to think up- doesn’t really matter for this. And the reader is 18 and Bucky is maybe 19-20. Hope you enjoy and thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Lots of teasing and banter, sassy talk, flirting, soft touches, lingering glances and a good kiss (and some bad and awesome 90s references) LOL :)

As you walk down the sidewalk and search your bag for your phone you keep your eyes peeled on your dark surroundings, not wanting to draw attention but also not wanting to be taken by surprise. When your hand finally closes around your phone, you let out a breath and quickly dial the last person in the world you want to ask for help.

“Hello.” You pause at his slightly annoyed tone, pinching the bridge of your nose and smiling even though he can’t see it. “Hi Bucky. I was at a party and Brock offered to drive me home but then got too handsy and I told him no and he kicked me out of the car and left me out here all alone.” You can hear his breath hitch and the shuffling of sheets, “wait a second, hold on. Brock got handsy?! Are you ok? Where are you?”

“Downtown Brooklyn.” You suck your teeth and wait for him to unleash his frustration. “You owe me, you know that. Just find someplace to sit tight and be safe, I’ll be there as fast as I can.” With that he hangs up and you walk to the nearest gas station, standing outside the small mini mart next to the ice freezer. The fluorescent lights flicker every so often, creating an eerie atmosphere you can’t wait to get out of.

Bucky texts asking for your exact location and soon after you see his headlights pull into the station and he parks, rounding the car and rushing over to you. “Are you ok?” he asks, brushing his hand down the side of your face. “I’m fine, thank you for getting me. Can we go now?” He nods, looking you over once more before taking your hand and dragging you to the car.

He turns up the music and you make a face, earning a snicker from him. “What? You have a problem with oldies music?” Rolling your eyes, you sass back, “no Bucky, but I don’t know why you insist on making yourself seem like more of a bonehead than you already are.” He makes the music louder, completely ignoring your comment and singing along.

When you get home, you’re hungry and tired, quickly changing into less binding clothes and sitting next to Bucky on the couch. Taking some popcorn from the bowl you pop it in your mouth before snatching the remote from Bucky’s hand and changing the channel. “Hey, I was watching that.” You finish chewing and start brushing your hair, raising a brow his way, “I didn’t want to watch it. Don’t you watch anything other than the news?”

Bucky scoffs, looking to the TV then back to you. “I most certainly do, I just like to know what’s going on in the world, unlike you I don’t spend hours watching Parks and Rec.” Brushing your hair over your face you stick out your tongue, flipping your hair over and pinning it back. He throws a piece of popcorn at you, laughing when it sticks in your hair. You retaliate by taking your scrunchie and flinging it at his head, hitting him right in the ear.

“Look, I’m just curious. How many hours a day do you spend grooming yourself? He picks up the scrunchie and takes his short hair between his fingers, trying and failing miserably at putting it on. You lean over and brush your fingers through his hair not noticing how his eyes trail down your body and he takes a quiet inhale while you secure the scrunchie. “There you go,” you giggle. He pats the top of his head and shrugs, turning back to the TV.

The next day you find yourself feeling a bit down. Last night’s events catch up with you and you know the reason you had agreed to go home with Brock was out of loneliness. Brock’s advances were unwelcome, and he is the last person you want to date but as you think about at your friends, their happy relationships flourishing, you realize you want a boyfriend of your own. You couldn’t figure it out, what were you doing wrong? Were you just totally clueless?

Even after arriving home and trying to relax your mind was still occupied with thoughts from earlier and you barely heard Bucky when he walked outside to the pool. “Hey there, whatcha doin’?” You looked up, pulling your sunglass down your nose, “what the hell is on your face?” Bucky rubs his jaw and shuffles his feet. “I’m growing a goatee.” You stand and pinch his chin between your fingers, “Oh that’s good. You don’t want to be the last one at the coffee house without chin pubes.”

Walking away you feel him following you, rolling your eyes and letting the door shut in his face. “You know, you could try saying something nice for a change.” You whirl around, suddenly feeling shaky, “oh, so now I’m this awful person who isn’t nice! Can’t you take a joke?” He brushes past you and storms to the fridge, yelling, “you’re such a brat” before slamming it shut and walking out.

You’re left standing in the kitchen with an overwhelming sense of ickiness. Deciding a walk might do you some good you head outside and start down the street, no particular destination in mind. Even after you end up on 5th avenue and do some shopping you can’t shake the bad feeling. “Why should I care what Bucky thinks?” You say it out loud to no one while standing on a busy street corner, working over your thoughts.

“He listens to oldies music and he’s a hideous dancer, couldn’t take him anywhere. Wait a second. What am I stressing about? This is like, Bucky.” You’re so lost in your internal struggle that you don’t even realize you’ve walked into the street, a strong arm pulling you back at just the last moment, saving you from being run over by a cab. “Hey, watch where ya going girlie.” You suck in a breath and back up, stuttering “thank you,” as the man walks away shaking his head.

Once your breathing finally evens out the light goes on, “oh my god. I love Bucky. I majorly, totally, butt crazy in love with Bucky.” For the first time all day your head feels clear and you make your way back home. Seeing that you’re alone for the moment you head upstairs and change, hoping to have some peace for the rest of the evening so you can work through this newfound revelation.

Unfortunately, when you go to the kitchen for a snack Bucky appears to be in the same spot you left him earlier. “Hey,” you say quietly, shuffling around and opening all the cabinets. Now you don’t know how to act around him. Normally you would strut around him in your cutest outfits and send yourself flowers and chocolate, but you can’t do that stuff with Bucky. “What’s with you? You seem quiet.” Bucky’s question lays hanging in the thick air between you, your eyes wide as you search for an acceptable response.

He walks by, poking your as side as he passes and goes to sit on the couch. You bravely sit next to him, wringing your hands together and trying to think of what to say. He nudges your foot with his and you break into a smile, nudging his back until it becomes a game of footsie. He pulls the hair tie from the bottom of one of your braids, wrapping it around his thumb, “you look like pippy long stockings.”  

You turn to him and flick the brim of his hat, “and you look like Forest Gump.” His lips turn up slightly and he takes off his hat, running his hand over his hair. Without realizing it you start to take out your braids and comb your fingers through your hair to tousle it. Bucky’s gaze settles on your movements and he licks his lips, opening his mouth to say something but your phone rings.

You look at it but don’t pick up and he raises his brows, “not gonna answer? What if you miss out on something?” Giving his shoulder a shove, you let out a squeak when he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer. “I can’t believe you didn’t answer it. You must really like spending time with me. What brought on the change?” With his face only inches from yours it’s hard to concentrate but you manage to find your voice, “I always like hanging out with you.”

He shifts position so his hand cradles the back of your neck, “oh yea? And why is that?” Shrugging you say, “you’re funny…sometimes. And you have rescued me more than once…andddd…” He leans in a little closer, his breath fanning your cheek, “that’s it?” Your eyes drop to his lips, “well no, but what about you?”

His thumb gently caresses your jaw, “what about me what?” Your hand lands on his chest, fingers curling into this shirt, “why do you like hanging out with me?” His head tilts ever so slightly and his lashes lower when his nose brushes yours, “I never said I like hanging out with you.” Your hand tightens around his shirt and your lips touch in a barely there kiss, his words whispered in the small space left between, “I love hanging out with you.”

Heat rises from your stomach to your chest when Bucky’s lips press firmly to yours, the soft and warm touch making your heart skip a beat. By the time you realize it your hands are already in his hair and your legs are straddling his lap. Bucky deepens the kiss, stealing your breath, the smell of him hypnotic and the taste of him nearly silencing all other thoughts.

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[calamity-unlocked]

Got tagged by @izzizzels and for this procrastinating fanfic writer ask game, and immediately jumped on the chance - editing is a pain and I'll take any distraction I can get.

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

Seven! I actually have a lot more on my laptop but I’m way too insecure to ever upload them. Or I did upload them and deleted them a day later. My fic folder is a dark place.

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

~102k.

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I’ve uploaded fics for four fandoms: Amphibia, Dimension 20, Critical Role and The Magnus Archives (…one is not like the other). But again, I’ve written tons of short drabbles and oneshots for other fandoms. YA-books, cartoons, DC & Marvel, etc.

4) What are your top five fics by kudos?

- A Theory of Butterflies and Other Insects

Atobaoi, my beloved <3 Gen longfic, still ongoing. This roleswap AU is almost halfway done and boy am I having a blast writing this. This reimagining of the canon show takes a deep dive in exploring the girls’ flaws and strengths as they each arrive in a different place; Sasha with the frogs, Marcy with the toads and Anne with the newts. The concept in itself isn’t wholly original but I’d like to think that I’ve made it stand out with its lore, mysteries and twists. There’s still much to come.

- Late Night Vigils

I wrote this Magnus Archive oneshot around 3 am and although my perception of Daisy as a character has shifted as the podcast progressed, I still really like this surprisingly fluffy fic of her and Jon bonding over their similar trauma.

- King's Gambit

Marcy and King Andrias have a jolly good time playing chess! I’ve played chess on a national level for a couple of years and I just can’t stop peppering in those delicious metaphors.

- The Emptiness in Loyalty

Oh, this is an oldie, mostly disproven by canon at this point. Critical Role oneshot, focusing on Astrid and her relationship with an institutionalized Caleb/Bren from the point of his breakdown to his escape. It’s very bittersweet and although my writing has definitely improved, I still occasionally look at it with fondness.

- The Hare and the Fox

Queen Sasha AU lives rent free in my brain. This two-chaptered fic of a very different Marcy and Sasha reuniting after many long years is unflinchingly brutal and it was so much fun to write.

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I always try to do that! Even just with a ‘thank you’. I get immensely excited when someone drops a comment analyzing atobaoi or theorizing about the plot, that is the best feeling in the world and I want to show how I appreciate it, even if it takes a little while to respond. Fanfic is great because the line between author and reader is so thin and I enjoy the sense of community it fosters.

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I was originally going to say The Hare and the Foxbecause it ends on a very bleak note, with few things being resolved. But then I remember the knife to the gut that is King’s Gambit. That Hurt No Comfort tag is there for a reason.

7) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Mmmmm not really, the closest thing is a Fantasy High AU set in the world of Dragon Age.

8) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope! I did get some skeptic comments when I posted the first chapter of atobaoi, but a lot of those people are still reading along and say the sweetest things whenever I update.

9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Nope!

10) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes and no – very long story, very complicated. Let’s just leave it at no.

11) Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not!

12) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, and there are (I think) only two people I would consider co-writing a fic with, but I would feel a bit less anxious proposing marriage to them than asking them to collaborate, so. We’ll see.

13) What’s your all time favourite ship?

I’m not much of a shipper! If you’d point a knife at me I’d probably say Perc’alia or Shadowgast, but mostly because of their fantastic dynamics rather than the romantic aspect. Romance in itself is not very interesting to me.

14) What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

* stares longingly at my extremely self-indulgent post-Night Marcy Memory Loss fic *

15) What are your writing strengths?

Creating coherent narrative arcs, creative plot twists, and emotional scenes. I tend to focus a lot on the (overall) plot of my stories and make sure they’re sturdy without any holes or weaknesses.

16) What are your writing weaknesses?

Characterization and detailed descriptions. This is partially because I am not a native English speaker and sometimes struggle to get a good grasp on the language.

17) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I’m not a fan of the Gratuitous [Insert Foreign Language] trope, mostly because in my opinion a lack of research and/or linguistic awareness often leads to butchered language, which always bothers me a lot. Translation footnotes or parentheses, while sometimes necessary, don’t help out much and often distract from the pacing.

When writing dialogue between two characters, one of whom has a second language, I rely on my own experience, throwing in a word or two in situations where it would make sense while the reader is still able to follow the conversation. When two characters are discussing something in their native language I just describe they’re talking in their native language.

18) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Oh gods, please don’t ever ask about that phase of my life, but Voltron. To look at those unfinished fics in my folder is like gazing into the abyss.

19) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

The Tales A Dead Man Tells takes a close runner up, but after all the effort and love I’ve put into it, A Theory of Butterflies and Other Insects comes first place. I started dipping my toes into the Amphibia community after posting this fic and the outpour or support and enthusiasm was heartwarming. I’m really glad to be here and I can’t wait to show you all what's in store.

Tagging (and feel free to ignore this if you so choose) @camomile-t, @ghostadventurespirit0rb and @borkthemork

[astreausworld]

Reading & Chill

I'm in the process of doing a request and my brain is a little fried so enjoy this oldie but goodie drabble!

Characters: Deku and Athena

Summary: Just Deku and Athena having some fun on the couch.

Content: straightforward NSFW, fingering, praise, soft dom Deku, absolutely no plot

Izuku and Athena cuddled on the couch, her back against his chest as she read a book. Their breathing was the only sound between them besides the turn of a page every few minutes. Izuku was content with just sitting and relaxing with her, as it was often a rare moment in his hectic life. He rubbed her soft belly and kept his eyes closed as he rested his head on her shoulder, breathing in her warm cocoa butter scent. He was at peace.

Then he got a bold idea.

Izuku trailed his fingers down Athena's stomach, stopping just below the waistband of her shorts. "What're you doing, honey?" She asked as she turned a page in her book. "Nothing. Keep reading, sweets." He muttered as his hand dipped past her shorts and into her panties. She spread her legs, much to his excitement. His cock twitched to life as his middle finger pressed on her clit, making her breath hitch. He gently rubbed circles into it and within a minute she was soaked. The effect he had on her made his cock ache. He wanted nothing more than to watch her bounce on his lap, but tonight was about satisfying her.

"Haven't had a moment like this in a while." Izuku opened his eyes and grinned at the way Athena tightly gripped her book, her chest rising and falling shakily as he dipped two fingers into her entrance. "F-fuck..." She whispered.

He quickly pumped his fingers in and out, not giving her a chance to warm up to the pleasure. She fell apart in seconds, dropping her book with her mouth hanging open in a silent gasp.

"You're so good to me, love. So beautiful, so wonderful, so loving..." Izuku muttered sweet nothings against her ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth to gently tug on it. Athena's heavy breaths and the wet sound of her juices hitting her skin as he fingered her filled the room. "Oh G-God, right there~!" Her pleasured silence finally broke when he curled his fingers to hit her g spot.

"Yeah? Right there~?" Izuku trailed kisses down her neck, latching onto her sweet spot as she rolled her hips against his had. "God you look so cute, sweets. Cum for me~?"

With a light cry, Athena came on command, her walls fluttering around his fingers as her body shook violently against his, a string of stuttered curses leaving her lips followed by a satisfied whine. "Good puppy." Izuku praised. Pulling his fingers out, he brought them to his mouth to savor her taste. He groaned softly as his tongue swirled around the slick digits. "I missed how you taste. Can we make love, please?"

They couldn't have left the couch fast enough.

#deku x oc #deku smut #izuku smut #midoriya izuku #deku #izuku x oc #Astreaus writes #bnha smut #mha smut #starry drabbles

[jae-writes-fanfiction]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Burned too Bright

Brienne x Reader, 444 words, the readers relationship is discovered, fluff, WLW/Queer content

Standing Still

Brienne x Reader, 313 words, the reader plays a trick on her lover, pure fluff, WLW/Queer content

Dark Omen

Euron Greyjoy x Reader, 347 words, two pirates in love, includes gore and descriptions of bad people doing bad things.

Caught in a Moment

Tormund x Reader, the reader is Jon Snow’s twin, 3205 words, the reader is afraid offalling in love and losing more people, very dramatic!

Short Term Fixes

Jon Snow x Reader, 2312 words, written for @kellyn1604​‘s Oldies but Goodies 3K Challenge, filled with angst, an arranged marriage, and alcohol.

A Promise to the Moon

Robb Stark x Reader, 3873 words, part of the FreakyFics Event, a gothic romance filled with angst, smut, and metaphoric ghosts.

Settling the Score

Part of Hamilton!AU Night, 298 words, during the king’s visit to Winterfell Joffery gets what he deserves

The Point of No Return

Theon Greyjoy x Reader, 472 words, part of Hamilton!AU Night, angst, the reader is forced to confront Theon’s betryal of the north

Rockabye 

drabbles around 400 words each with the prompt “don’t we have enough children,” featuring Eddard Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Tormund Giantsbane, Jon Snow, Jorah Mormont, and Theon Greyjoy all x Reader. TW: for pregnancy/fertility issues

Hunger

WLW/LGBT drabbles around 400 words each with the prompt, “no, I want you,” featuring Arya Stark, Yara Greyjoy, Brienne of Tarth, Daenerys Targaryen, and Sansa Stark

I Can’t Help...

headcannons for what the characters are like whilst in love. Featuring Eddard Stark, Yara Greyjoy, Tyrion Lannister, Sansa Stark, Tormund Giantsbane, Ser Brienne, Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Arya Stark, and Theon Greyjoy.

Awake and Unafraid

Pride themed headcannons for Oberyn Martell, Ser Brienne, Margaery Tyrell, Renly Baratheon, Yara Greyjoy, and Missandei.

Twisted Every Way (WIP)

A collection of drabbles and HC’s for Robb Stark x Reader including, what he’s like in love, and having a family.

#game of thrones masterlist #masterlist #game of thrones reader insert #game of thrones fanfiction

[thepaperpanda]

Little Talk || Sam Drake x Reader Drabble

Words: 891

Summary: just a little teasing that happens between Sam & you after failed mission in old temple

Authors: Cass & Bear

You groaned loudly flopping down on the bed in the hotel room that you and Sam shared.

Your body ached with the slightest move, all thanks to many scratches that you've earned while climbing some pretty sharp rocks, not to mention the gun wound that nicely decorated your leg.

It had to be an easy job, some old temple. Everything was fine until a group of mercenaries wanted to get there too, just to get whatever was there and get se cash after selling it on the market. Of course, you and Sam were a simple obstacle.

The whole action would go perfectly if not the lack of knowledge from your opponents, thanks to them the whole temple had collapsed.

You were believing that it was all your fault. You getting shot had only slowed Sam down.

Pulling the pillow closer you growled into it loudly. "I fucked up, Sam!"

He threw you a short glance as he stepped inside the room, closing door right behind him.

"How many times I have to remind you it was none of your fault, huh?," he asked angrily and shook head slightly. "There was no other way out and we were trapped, it could have been me," he sat on the windowsill and lit a cigarette.

You let out a sigh and looked at him. "If I wouldn't get shot, you wouldn't have to stop to help me and we would get out fast enough," explaining you nuzzled to your pillow but soon you got up from bed to slowly walk up to him. "Give me one," you said and sat next to him.

"Are ya kiddin' me, kiddo?," Sam chuckled and ruffled your bangs. "Ain't you too young to taste the cigarette?," he teased but offered you a pack.

You rolled your eyes taking the cigarette and putting it between your lips, smiling at him. "Aren't you too old to follow me around, oldie? I live in continuous fear that people will take you for my father," you teased, snatching the lighter from him to lit a cigarette.

"I still feel bad about failing this job."

He choked himself at your comment and turned head to peek outside the window only to hide his blush.

"I told you, it wasn't your fault so stop thinking about it."

You laughed taking a drag of the cig, watching his reaction.

"You see? I can bite back, Drake," letting out a sigh you looked out of the window.

"Come on, how can I not? We were so close! A few steps away from the treasure, actually."

"And what it'll give you to be worried about thing that we both fucked up?"

"Maybe my leg will hurt less," you hummed and laughed softly. "So? Where to next, boss?," You asked, taking one more drag of your cigarette with a smile on your lips.

"Let's think," he hummed in response. "We can't go back south due to certain situation and fact that we have been seen," Sam stated and hummed in thoughtfulness.

"That's true," you nodded and opened the window enough to throw the end of the cig away.

"Maybe time for a break, just a little one. You always told me that your little brother has a nice house somewhere. I mean, look at you," you said and touched his cheek that was scratched.

"You don't look better than me, I mean. You have one bullet wound less."

"Did you just say that my look is making me less crushable?," Samuel asked and cocked his brew.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, resting your forehead on his shoulder. "No, I didn't say that. I just said you look like a mess. Hot mess but still a mess," explaining this you put your cheek on his shoulder to look at him.

He glared down on you with his eyebrow still cocked.

"You're the pain in the ass, you know this?," he asked.

You giggled and gently kissed his inked neck.

"I know but you still love me, Sammyboy. So, what do you say? Month free from work so we can recover, if not then you will have to carry me everywhere because my leg hurt so much," you said and faked a whimper full of pain and suffering.

"Like I'd care if you are whimpering. If I'd, I'd be gone long time ago because you whimper constantly," he told you and grabbed your arm to pull you closer. "Especially during nights."

You gigled and setteled yourself on his lap, wrapping arm around his neck. "Those whimpers are your favourite after all, Samuel," you teased.

“You know, I've heard some better," he teased back.

You gasped and slapped his shoulder, quickly getting off his lap. "You sleep on the floor, Drake," you informed him with a frown before returning to your spot on the bed.

"Okay, at least I'll massage my back," he joked and got off the windowsill to approach you. Sam's hand slipped in your hair and he massaged your scalp.

You hummed and purred at his touch like a happy kitten. "You see... I take good care of you and your body, old man."

Sam nodded briefly.

"You do. But for now," he poked your shoulder, "I'm taking the bathroom! I need shower!"

You immediately sat up.

"Oh, no, you don't! You spend hours in shower!"

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[videcoeur]

♛  are you still doing this 👉👈

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following;

my opinion on; @sasster​

character in general: You have so many it would be hard to pick one :3c But I’ve always been fond of Koteus, nacho man. I don’t know, maybe it’s because he’s one of your oldie and I remember him from his first steps in the community, but he still has my heart after all these years.

how they play them: It’s been a really long time since I last saw some roleplay on the dash with you, except for blurbs and judge memes. Your drafts/prompts/stories, however, are always exquisite and a real pleasure to read. So, as far as I’m concerned, you’re a great writer. Therefore a good roleplayer too.

the mun: Love how we go 50 years without talking and then you’ll jump in my DMS and link me something to read or look. Or just chat a little. You’re one of the most relaxing person to be around in this community, I love that about you.

do i;

follow them: I do!

rp with them: I don’t think we ever wrote anything together outside of maybe judge memes lol Our character dynamics are very different and our interests are as well, which is probably why we haven’t interacted past superficial threads. It’s fine though! Don’t gotta rp with everyone I follow to be happy. Sometimes I just like me a nice sasster dot com drabble reading on my dash.

want to rp with them: Maybe? I feel though that we wouldn’t be that great of a match rp wise. So I’m going to say that I wouldn’t mind, but also don’t think it’s necessary for us to be on good terms and enjoy each other on the dash :)

ship their character with mine: No

what is my;

overall opinion: I really think you should pursue a writing career. You have the talent, the creativity, and the words to achieve all you want in that field. I’d love to read a book written by you someday, or even a short story. I want you to know that if you ever do, I will be one of the first to encourage you by buying your stuff. When it comes to worldbuilding, I think you are a master, and I’d love to see what you could come up with in something bigger than the fantroll community :)

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

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[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 6/9/2020:

So, the good news is, over the past week, I’ve found some concrete things I’ve been able to do with regards to the protests-- I called a bunch of my elected officials, and I attended both a candlelight vigil and an actual protest march. This has cleared up some of the really bad anxiety I was having, and I was able to have some normal moments this week, too.

I posted a short, cute story about Rukia and Renji telling Byakuya he’s gonna be an uncle-- I had actually written most of this the week before, but I was able to finish it up and get it posted. I did a bit of work on the Ginrei story-- I would really like to get back to work on one of my Long Bois. It now features tennis, for some damn reason. Then, someone on AO3 requested that I write out the, uh, sex scene from Between Tides and my brain went “ooooooooooh!” Please someone stop me. Do you know how many revisions the confession scene in that story took me? It was literally, like 12. This is a pit. A trap. I will never get anything done again. (Have I already started it? Yes, of course I have.)

There will probably be a Rebellion Arc recap sometime this week-- I keep looking at one of the illustrations I did and cracking up, so there’s that to look forward to.

School is done now, so that’s a big relief. I would really like to get back to doing some more regular art. I had kinda hoped to do another Pride Month one, but I am thinking that maybe this isn’t the year for it. I also have some general maintenance to do-- I want to collect my drabbles together and post them to AO3, including some oldies like the PacRim one, and my beloved Fanfic Masterpost has gotten out of date again.

#writing update #art update

[sunflowers-and-bucky]

Birthday Breakfast

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky is woken up with kisses and pancakes by the love of his life on his birthday.

Words: 919

Warnings: a disgusting amount of fluff

A/N: Just a short drabble I whipped up for my baby boy’s birthday<3 Thanks to the amazing @moonstruckhargrove for beta reading without any notice, you’re the best.

“Baby?”

Bucky was still half asleep when he felt a soft pair of lips press against his own. Slowly gaining consciousness he smiled into the kiss and hummed happily at the feeling of your hand carding through his hair.

When you pulled back he groaned sleepily and tried to get you back. With his eyes still closed Bucky blindly reached out for your face, but when he couldn’t find it he opted for grabbing a fistful of his shirt that you were wearing and dragging you down on top of him.

Squealing you tumbled down onto him from where you had been standing beside the bed leaning over him. Completely unfazed by your weight thumping down on him Bucky kept his eyes shut and nuzzled your hair with his nose, breathing you in.

“Bucky,” you cooed, propping yourself up on one arm, looking down at him. The sunlight pouring in through the window bathed him in a yellow glow where he laid splayed out beneath you, eyes squeezed closed and brown locks framing his face perfectly. He was beautiful.

“No,” he mumbled, voice hoarse from sleep which made you giggle quietly. Bucky tried pulling you down from your propped up position so he could go back to sleep cuddled up to you, but you weren’t having it.

Ignoring his wishes you bowed your head slightly and started pressing soft butterfly kisses to his face. With one hand resting on his chest right over his heart and the other cupping his stubbled jaw, you kissed his face with a smile playing across your lips.

Forgetting his former attempts of going back to sleep with you Bucky hummed happily and nuzzled his face against the warmth of your hand.

With each light kiss, you tried to coo him out of his sleep, lips brushing against his skin as you whispered.

“Baby,” you whispered, kissing the side of his nose. “Honey.” A kiss to the cheek. “My love.” A kiss to his eyebrow. “Love of my life.” A kiss to his left eyelid. “My favorite person in the whole wide world.” A kiss to his chin. “My Brooklyn baby.”

Finally, you pressed your lips to his again. The kiss was lazy and slow and made Bucky’s heart soar in his chest despite his sleepy state.

When you pulled back he finally let his eyes flutter open and was met with the sight of you hovering above his face, grinning with your hair falling down in your eyes. You were wearing his gray shirt, some flour smeared over your left eyebrow and the sight was so domestic he felt a light tug to his heartstrings.

“You’re such a dork,” Bucky grinned, grabbing your face and pulling your lips back to his for a longer, firmer kiss.

“Yes, but I’m your dork,” you retorted in between kisses and Bucky grinned against your lips.

“Hell yeah, you are.” Bucky deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip past your lips exploring your mouth. You kissed like that for a minute or two before you pulled back.

You rested your forehead against Bucky’s as you let your hand glide from his face and into his hair playing with his brown locks. Looking into his bright blue eyes, filled to the brim with love, you couldn’t contain your wide smile and neither could Bucky.

“Happy birthday, baby. I love you so much.” His grin widened at your words and he pulled you impossibly closer, brushing his nose against yours.

“I love you too, doll.”

You pressed another lingering kiss to his lips before rolling off of him, landing on your feet on the plush carpet beside the bed. Bucky tried to pull you back as you rolled and his metal hand was still wrapped in his t-shirt as you stood up.

Bucky pouted visibly and he was about to protest when you spoke up.

“Come on now, oldie. I made pancakes.”

When he heard your words his face lit up with childish joy. Bucky was up and out of the bed within seconds, grabbing you by the waist and spinning you, kissing you yet again and pulling you close.

“I really do love you,” he mumbled against your lips. Before you could answer he hoisted you up into his arms, making you squeal and wrap your legs around his waist. Grinning he started walking out of the room and towards your kitchen with his hands underneath your thighs, securing you.

“Do I get a pancake for every year I’ve been alive?” Bucky joked as he walked, wiggling his brows teasingly and you snorted.

“Buck, there’s not enough flour in the world for that you fossil.”

He stopped dead in his tracks right before exiting the bedroom and looked down at you in shocked offense. His flesh hand let go of your thigh and hold his heart and you swatted him playfully.

“Excuse you? Do you want to walk to the kitchen on your own?” Bucky scolded, pretending he was about to set you down, but you clung to him like a koala making him grin.

“Just go, you doofus.,” you laughed, still clinging to him. “The pancakes will get cold.”

“Now we wouldn’t want that,” Bucky laughed, lips inches from yours as he held you close and started to walk again.

Bucky felt happiness soaring through his veins like he never had before as he kissed you, walking towards the kitchen where his birthday breakfast was waiting for him with the love of his life in his arms.

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