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Jen’s 1K Celebration!!! For @maimyoutoo

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[late-to-the-party-81]

here’s a little challenge for you: steve + bucky + reader + one bed. make what you want of it hehe 😇 congrats on 1k, jen! <3

In the middle of the night

AN: Another day, and once again, beds appear to be in short supply. Thank you for this thot, Lyn!

Beta’d by @lfnr-blog-blog-blog, dividers by @firefly-graphics, moodboard and banner by me

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Summary: What’s worse than sharing a motel room with the supersoldier boyfriends you have a crush on? Having to share a bed with them.

Relationship: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

CW: THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED, Smidge Angst, Minor miscommunication, pining, teasing, implied smut about to commence.

“Guys, I’ll just take the sofa. I’ll manage.” You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince them or yourself. It didn’t work though; Bucky just looked at you with his eyebrow raised.

“Really,doll? You might be shorter than us, but you’re not that short.”

He was right, of course. At 5ft 10 you were far too tall for most sofas let alone the one in the room of this ratty motel. 

“What do you suggest then? That we all sleep in that?” You nodded your head at it. It being the king sized bed in the middle of the room.

Steve looked up from where he was rummaging through his go bag.

“Seems like the only sensible option to me. Normally we’d offer to sleep on the floor, but…” He eyed what passed for a carpet in the room. You had to agree with him. The chances were that anything placed upon it for any length of time would be carried off by the roaches that were probably living in it. You shuddered at the thought and repressed a gag.

“Well as long as you two keep the mushy stuff to a minimum, I suppose. It’s bad enough when I’ve shared a room with you both before and you’re being all cuddly and shit. Makes a single girl sick.” This time your gag was for comedic effect.

Bucky grinned at you, and in two strides was next to you, arm slung around your shoulder, giving you a slight squeeze.

“Are you just jealous in general, or jealous of one of us, specifically. Wouldn’t blame you; we are both hot.”

“You wish!” You pulled a face and shoved him away. “Now go get a shower, Barnes. You smell of swamp.”

He pouted back, but his light blue eyes sparkled with amusement.

“Me! What about Stevie! And you, doll. We all fell in that water.”

“Yeah, but you’ve still got swamp weed in your hair.”

You reached up and plucked the offending piece of flora from his chestnut locks then, feeling impish, threw it at Steve. It landed on his shoulder, but he just turned on ‘the Captain glare’ as you and Bucky started giggling like children.

An hour later you were finishing off in the small, and frankly disgusting, bathroom. 

Bucky had used it first, scurrying in to escape Steve’s overdramatic ire and you had gone in search of food. When you got back Bucky was sitting on the edge of the bed, in his sweats and rubbing his hair dry with a threadbare towel. You threw bags full of food for your two enhanced teammates onto the coffee table.

“Cap in the shower?”

“Yeah - he won’t be too long. I’ve known that guy to have a full shower in less than 2 minutes. And after all these years, I’m still not sure how he does it.”

True to Bucky’s, Steve had stepped out just then, clad in his own sweats, short blond hair sticking up from where he’d given it a quick scrub. Gathering your own wash things and clean clothes to sleep in, you’d slipped around him, trying to ignore the loving look Bucky was throwing at his boyfriend.

Luckily there was enough hot water left for you. The boys wouldn’t have heard the end of it otherwise.

Returning to the bedroom, you mentally prepared yourself for an awful night’s sleep.It was bad enough that you were, once again, sharing a room with two men you had massive crushes on - who only had eyes for each other, this time you’d also be squished on the same bed, no doubt clinging onto the edge of the mattress and trying not to fall out.

The two supersoldiers were already lying in the bed, eyes closed, Bucky being the little spoon to Steve’s big one. They were scootched over so far that you were worried that Steve was about to drop off his side. Gingerly you climbed into the remaining space, your back to Bucky, and you switched off the small lamp they’d left on for you.

Moonlight shone through the thin curtains, casting weak shadows. You tried to relax but found yourself just staring at the strange shapes thrown on the wall in front of you. You could hear both of them breathing. 

Slow. 

Steady. 

Completely fake.

Bucky shifted behind your back, his arm brushing over your ass and hip. If he had been asleep you could have believed it to be accidental. It settled across your waist, a copy of how you imagined Steve’s was lying over his.

“Um…Buck?” You whispered out of habit. “What are you doing?”

“‘S not a lot of space, doll. We need to cosy up, so you and Stevie don’t fall out.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“He’s also like a radiator, sweetheart. And we’ve noticed you don’t like to get cold. Just go with it.” Great. Now Steve was joining in.

“It just feels… you know… weird.” Something about the darkness was making you feel braver than you had in a while. Although that bravery started to wane slightly when Bucky shuffled even closer and you could feel his breath on the back of your neck.

“Whaddya mean ‘weird’? I think it feels nice.”

You flipped over to face him, despite the fact that there was so little light it made the gesture pointless. You were getting frustrated. Both emotionally and sexually.

“Bucky. Your boyfriend is right there, cuddling you, but apparently cuddling me is nice. And for some reason Steve is fine with it.”

The shadows behind Bucky shifted; Steve lifting his head.

“Wanna know why I’m fine with it?”

“Cos you’re secure in your and Bucky’s relationship, and you know this is just practical?”

He chuckled, low and deep, and boy did the sound do things to you. Oh, god! How keen were his senses? Would he be able to smell your arousal?

“Well, yes, but also, no…”

Before you could question him, Bucky’s arm tightened around your waist and suddenly he flipped you both, placing you in the middle of the bed, wedged between him and Steve. Your hands were pressed up against Steve’s chest, his coarse chest hairs tickling your palms. Bucky’s hand was splayed against your stomach, keeping you in place, pressed against him.

“What the hell?”

“We realised something, doll.” Bucky was practically purring in your ear. His hips pressed up against your ass and…oh!

“W-what’s that?” You could barely breathe, frozen rigid in the bed, afraid to move.

Steve wiggled down the bed in front of you, so that your hands were on his shoulders and both your faces were level.

“That you aren’t jealous of either of us when Buck and I are being affectionate. You’re jealous of both of us. You’ve got the hots for both of us.”

You scowled, hoping that despite the low light he could see your annoyance.

“So, what? You decided you’d both tease me. Thanks so much.” You shuffled violently and sat up, kicking off the last part of the coverlet. You pushed up on your knees, but Steve copied you, effectively blocking you.

“We’re not teasing you, sweetheart. Let me finish. Please.”

The bed dipped behind you; Bucky getting to his knees too. Your head was a swirl of emotions. Confusion, want, frustration, and something that might have been hope. Steve took hold of your hands, rubbing his thumbs across the backs of your knuckles.

“We’re trying to tell you… we’ve got the hots for you too.”

“Majorly,” Bucky interjected. “It’s been torture these last few months. Fighting beside you. Sharing a room. You, being so close, but not attainable.” You could feel the heat radiating off him and all you wanted to do was relax back onto his firm chest. And you wanted to believe what they were apparently telling you.

Steve tugged on your hands, pulling you closer to him.

“You can’t begin to imagine how Buck and I have been when we’ve got back to our apartment at the compound after missions with you. How we’ve been so wound up, so goddamn horny thinking about you. Thank goodness for sound-proofing. I think we’ve fucked each other seven ways from Sunday everytime.”

Bucky had moved again; regained his previous spot plastered against your back. Both his hands were settled on your waist, just above your hips. He dipped his head, and his hair brushed your neck before his lips settled just below your ear. Testing you.

“Do you want us, doll?” His lips trailed down your neck and you tilted it to bare your throat to him. Your busy mind had cleared. Now only the want remained. Bucky and Steve were pressed against you in the moonlight, surrounding you with their scent and promising you pleasure. All you had to do was answer.

“Yes!”

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[nekoannie-chan]

Traitor?

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Agent of HYDRA!Reader.

Word count: 765 words.

Summary: You are trying to help Steve after HYDRA uprising.

Warnings: Canon divergent, HYDRA won.

A/N: This my entry to @late-to-the-party-81​’s Jen’s 1K Challenge Yourself Challenge with the prompts:

Trope idea: Enemies to lovers.

Style idea: angst.

AU idea: Canon divergent.

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You held your breath; no one could find out what had happened; after all, in a way, you were betraying HYDRA with what you had done before, and if now they found out what had happened... you didn't even want to think about it.

You could avoid the subject, since outside of the little big incident, which had happened, no one suspected you, and at the end of the day, what mattered was that "you proved your loyalty to HYDRA."

You turned around, carefully observing the surroundings, to make sure that no one had followed you and entered the password; no one was supposed to know about that place, and it was supposed to stay that way.

Even so, you had to come up with a plan to know what to do; Steve could not stay hidden there for eternity.

When Steve heard the sound of the door, he cautiously peered out; he knew he was in a safe place, but he had to make sure, in case something had happened to you.

"It's me; I'm bringing food," you said when you saw him. He smiled and left the shield leaning against the wall.

You usually told him about the situation while you were eating; the situation was critical, but you still couldn't find everyone, among other things.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Steve asked.

"Yes, Steve, everything is fine, but you lied.

"We should run," Steve suggested, and you put down the spoon you were holding.

"You know that's impossible; HYDRA has everything under surveillance. With the simple fact that someone says they thought they saw you, they send all available teams to capture you," you answered without looking away from him. The order they had been given was very clear; they were looking for anyone related to S.H.I.E.L.D., but especially Steve.

"I can't allow Hydra to..."

"I know, but Steve, he's already won. This morning... " You interrupted him; he gave you a dirty look. "This morning they caught Bucky; they have him again in their possession, the soldier said. "You practically whispered the last word.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME BEFORE?! " Steve blurted out.

"I couldn't escape before; in case you hadn't noticed, they have me under surveillance too; every time I come to bring you food or see you, I'm risking my life," you answered grumpily.

"I have to get him out of there somehow," Steve mumbled. You knew perfectly well what I wanted to do; however, it was impossible unless...

"I think I have an idea; it's too risky, but maybe it could work; I'm not completely sure, but maybe it's worth a try," you said.

With that simple sentence, you completely captured Steve's attention. In his head, he couldn't stop thinking about how to go and save Bucky, but probably your plan was better since all the ones he had thought of had an exaggeratedly high probability of ending badly, very badly.

"What's your plan?" Steve was extremely interested.

"You will enter HYDRA's facilities, not on the sly, but through the front door, and we will gain everyone's trust."

"I don't understand; obviously, as soon as they see me, they're going to try to kill me," Steve interrupted.

"Some time ago, something happened, and they came to believe that I was a traitor...

"You're HYDRA..."

Steve, shut up and let me talk. It's not because I wanted to; all of us, all the mutants who were kids when the Sentinels caught us and sent us to Garland, ended up in HYDRA; it wasn't by our own choice.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," Steve apologized; he had never had the gentleness to ask you how you ended up there.

"It doesn't matter; well, we can say that you found a way to contact me and that you want to join HYDRA because... well, we'll think of an excuse, and from there it would be easier to find Bucky. I don't know; it's still not perfect, but it's the only thing I could think of in less than ten minutes. I'm not entirely sure if it will work or what consequences it might have," you said.

Steve was silent for a few minutes. He was thinking about what you proposed; it sounded really good. Maybe it would be hard to convince some people, but it would also serve to defeat Hydra from the inside, or at least try.

You began to plan the details quickly. Steve was going to try as hard as necessary to make it go the right way; this time he wasn't going to let the enemies win.

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[writeforfandoms]

Fic Bash!!

Guys. GUYS. There are 1k of you now?? Holy shit what???

I am floored and humbled and awed and just... I am so grateful for all of you. And I have a little celebration planned! See more below the cut.

I am blatantly stealing (with permission) Adira’s idea and I will write a fic! I’m gonna say at least 5k. BUT you guys get to decide what the fic will be!

So, to that end, you guys can vote! Use the Google form below - you can vote on the leading man, up to four tropes, and you have an opportunity to add a trope or any other information you’d like! 

Fill out the form here

I will leave the form open for a little over two weeks, until the end of the month! At 11:59pm Pacific time on July 31, I will close the form and start writing! 

Thank you all so much, and I hope you all participate and enjoy! 

#jen's 1k follower celebration #1k fic bash

[daechwitatamic]

your first mistake was not setting a limit SO! 😌 how abouttttttt: heart, ache, cow :D, pull, slip, moon, breathe 😚 that is 7 and i’m waiting to be hurt

From "Sit. Stay." here's heart:

From TIALS here's ache:

You've 100% seen this before, you menace, but here's cow from TIALS:

From "Sit. Stay." here's pull:

From "Sit. Stay." here's slip:

From "Sit. Stay." here's moon:

And, from TIALS here's breathe:

thank you so much for playing, Jen!!!!!! <3

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Still celebrating my 1k milestone! Send me a word and I'll send a WIP snippet!

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[jobean12-blog]

Under Your Skin

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader (Tattoo!Artist!Eddie AU)

Word Count: 2,913

Summary: You and Eddie have been friends for some time but you still haven’t been in to visit him at work but you finally get up the nerve to do it and maybe even to do something even more exciting...and then some. 

Author’s Note: I’ve been wanting to write his AU with Eddie for a while and I cannot thank my lovely friends enough for all their insight into the world @sillyrabbit81 @mrsmischief209 @ysmmsy @buckysdollforlife @blizzspeaks This is for my sweet Jen’s @late-to-the-party-81 1k Follower Celebration and Challenge Yourself Challenge! This is the first time I’m doing this AU so it seemed like the perfect push! Thank you for hosting love and congratulations on a much deserved and amazing milestone! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by @wannabehamlet thank you darling so much! 🥰

Warnings: fun and flirty tension and fluff :) 

GIF NOT MINE: Creidt goes to @barnesdjarin thank you sweets 🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Your hand is clammy as it closes around the handle of the door and you give it a pull that’s too hard, the motion making you jerk back unexpectedly.

You crash into Robin with a muttered apology and step inside. A little bell over the door chimes and indicates your arrival. You take a deep breath and survey the shop.

The first thing you notice is the clean and sanitary smell. That, and the fact that the colorful paint on the walls is barely visible under all the artwork, photos and records that lines them.

“Wow,” you whisper in awe, taking it all in.

“Now that’s what I like to hear when people walk into my shop.”

Your attention is momentarily drawn away from the decorative walls when you hear the sound of his voice.

“Hello ladies,” he croons before his gaze settles on you. “So glad you finally made it in to see me.”  

You stop and stare, a new kind of nervousness making your heart skip a beat.  

It’s the first time you’re visiting Eddie at his new Tattoo shop and you’re already in love.

“Hi Eddie,” Robin says, elbowing you.

“Oh!” you squeak. “Hey Eddie.”

“So, what can I do for you?”

“We want a tattoo,” Robin says with a bright smile. She then points at you and says, “well, she does.”

His eyes are trained on you as they sweep down your body and back up to your face.

“This is your first one right?” he asks with a wink.

“Yes,” you declare and dip your head.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you.”

He moves closer and rests a gentle hand on your lower back, ushering you forward.  

“Not gonna lie, I’m really fucking excited you’re here,” he says quietly, his lips just barely brushing your ear.

You shiver in response and turn your head, your faces only inches apart.

“I’m nervous,” you blurt out, your breath catching in your throat when his eyes drop to your lips.

“You’re in good hands,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers up your back before he motions for you to sit on the couch.

Robin joins you, grinning as she looks at the shop walls.

“Are these pictures of your band?” Robin asks.

“That’s us. Corroded Coffin,” he answers with a pleased smile while he rummages through supplies on the table.

“I like your guitar,” you say as you study one picture in particular.

“Thanks. She’s a beauty right?”

You nod and continue to look around. Without thinking you get up and start to move about the shop, noticing that some of the artwork is signed with Eddie’s name.

“Your artwork is amazing,” you point out.

“Thanks,” Eddie answers. “Wait until you see your tattoo.”

He waggles his eyebrows and sticks out his tongue, his silly face making you laugh and easing some of your anxieties.

“So, I sorta have an idea, but I don’t really have a solid idea. I kind of know what I want but at the same time I don’t have a clear picture and I’m nervous it will hurt and…”

Eddie gives you a soft smile as your words trail off and you shuffle your feet. You can hear Robins pained groan but you keep your eyes on him.

“I can help you bring your idea to life; you just tell me what you’re thinking and I’ll make it happen.”

“Really? It’s that easy?” you ask, your tone disbelieving.

“I’m a man of many talents,” he tells you. “Like I said, you’re in good hands with me sweetheart.”

You audibly swallow and will your heart rate to slow down.  

“Give me a minute. I was just finishing some paperwork when you came in,” he says.

He walks to the back of the shop and disappears behind a door. You swing around and look at Robin with wide eyes.

“He’s too hot,” you whisper shout. “I can’t let him give me a tattoo! This is too much.”  

“Oh don’t be such a dingus!” she answers, throwing her hands up. “And why can’t you!? You heard him. He’s talented and you’re in good hands.”

“His hands…” you nearly whine, rubbing your own over your face. “The rings…I’m not gonna make it.”

She smirks with a sparkle in her eye and you blow out an exaggerated raspberry.

“I’ve been here less than five minutes and I’m already making a fool of myself and if he actually puts his hands on me I’m going to faint for sure.”

Before Robin can give you a proper pep talk, Eddie saunters back into the front of the shop with a smile.

“So talk to me sweetheart, what are you thinking?”

He sits down on a rolling leather stool and slides himself toward you.

“Maybe on my shoulder and something with the ocean? A wave? A sea turtle? Some other cute sea creature?”

He smiles brightly and the skin around his eyes crinkles delicately, their warm color making you inwardly sigh.

“Can you take this off for me?” he asks, motioning to your hoodie.

“Sure,” you answer, feeling your skin heat.

You shrug off the garment and turn your body to show him the spot you’re thinking of putting it.

His eyes fill with heat at your newly exposed skin and you lick your lips and when he softly brushes his fingertips over your skin it sends a rush of warmth through your body.

Once you determine how big you want it and the spot you want it in he grabs what he needs to sketch it out.

“Tell me about your favorite memory of the ocean or the beach,” he says, placing his pencil to the paper.

As you rattle off your thoughts, Robin smiles and gets up from the couch to look around more. You don’t even notice that she’s gone and by the time you’re done talking Eddie has a sketch drawn up and he’s grinning.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry for my rambling. I hope that wasn’t too much.”

“Nah sweetheart, it was perfect. Are you ready to see?”

You nod excitedly and wait.

He lifts the sketch up and turns it around so you can see. You gasp softly, covering your mouth with your hand as your eyes take in the drawing.

“Eddie,” you whisper. “Wow.”

“That’s the second time you’ve used that word in my presence,” he teases. “You’re going to give me a big head.”

You giggle and take the paper from his hand. “It’s absolutely gorgeous. I love it. I didn’t even know I wanted this.”

He leans closer, studying first the drawing then your face. “It’s going to be even more beautiful on you.”

Robin’s playful scoff pulls both you and Eddie out of your moment and your heads simultaneously turn her way.

“What?” you ask with narrowed eyes.

“So cheesy Munson,” she states with a deadpan look.

Eddie narrows his eyes and throws her the finger.

She laughs and gives him one back.

“But it is really amazing,” she adds.

The corner of Eddie’s mouth lifts into a boyish smile and he winks at you again.  

“Ready to get started?” Eddie asks, taking your hand.

You visibly stiffen and your palm starts to sweat against his.

“I uh…I think so.”

He pulls you to your feet and tucks you into his side.

“Come on, let’s get you comfortable,” he says assuredly.

He brings you over to the tattoo bed and has you sit down.

“You have to sign this waiver first,” he explains, letting you take your time reading over the paper.

“Any allergies?” he asks.

“Nope,” you reply as you sign your name.

“Did you eat lunch?” he asks, giving you a lopsided grin when you look at him like he’s crazy.

“Umm, I did but that was about two hours ago.”

He holds up a ringed finger and jogs to the back of the shop, returning quickly with some juice and cookies.

“Here,” he says, holding both out. “Have a drink and a cookie. It’ll help.”

You open your mouth to say “wow” again, your lips shaped just so and Eddie grins, staring at your mouth before he drags his eyes up.

“Were you about to ‘wow’ me again?” he asks, his eyebrows raised.

“Yes,” you giggle. “You really meant it when you said you’d take care of me.”

“Of course,” he tells you.

“I’m sure this is how you treat all your clients,” you say with a lighthearted roll of your eyes.

“Nah, only the ones I’m hoping to keep around,” he simpers.

“Smooth Eddie,” Robin pokes from her spot across the room. “Real smooth.”

Eddie ignores Robin’s jabs and keeps his focus on you.

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and lower your lashes, hoping to hide how his words affect you.

“Hey,” he says quietly and you bring your gaze back up to meet his. “You good?”

“I’m good.”

“I want you to talk to me the whole time and if it ever gets too much just let me know,” he says, giving you a pointed look.

“I will,” you whisper.

“Pinky promise?” he asks, holding up his pinky finger.

“Promise,” you smile and wrap your pinky around his.

You watch as he gathers his tools, double checking that everything is clean and sterile. He prepares the ink and the machine, explaining everything as he goes.

“Ok, we’ve gotta get these out of the way,” he says as he slips his fingers under the straps of your tank top and bra.

He slowly slides them down until they rest along your upper arm, before softly caressing your shoulder. The whole interaction feels intimate and you take a deep breath, relieved that he can’t see your face at the moment.  

“This might be a little cold,” he warns as he preps your skin by cleaning it.

Even with his gloves on you love the feel of his hands on you. When he places the stencil over your skin you can feel the press of his rings and you have to suppress a shiver.

“Here, take the mirror and make sure it’s where you want it.”

You stand and use the small mirror to check the placement, your eyes drifting to meet Eddie’s in the reflection.

“That’s the spot,” you say.

“Fuck yeah! Let’s do this sweetheart. I’m ready to start if you are.”

He straightens out the tattoo table and helps you get comfortable lying on your stomach with your face resting in the hole. You can see his spread legs as he rolls his stool closer and it momentarily makes you forget why you’re there.  

“Still with me?” he asks softly.

“Yes,” you breathe out, the combined nervousness of the impending tattoo and his close proximity mixing into some kind of dizzying intoxication.  

“Robin can hold your hand if you want,” he says, peeking over at her. “I would do it but I need both of mine.”

His charming words make you smile and some of your tension eases with your deep exhale.  

Robin rushes to your side and sits with her hand held out.

“You’ve got his babe,” she says confidently.

“You do,” Eddie adds.

The buzz of the machine makes you visibly tense and Eddie rests his hand on the back of your thigh.

“I need you to be a good girl for me and relax sweetheart,” he tells you when he leans down near your ear. “Can you do that?”

You make a small sound of agreement, holding back a whimper at his use of ‘good girl’ and decide that concentrating on his thighs is a good distraction. The first prick of the needle is painful but you start counting the rips in his jeans and the pain slowly eases into a mild discomfort.  

Heat radiates off his body and you soak it in, the smell of his shampoo lingering in the air every time he shifts and his curls bounce and sway.

After his third check in you ask him for a small break. He helps you to sit up, your arm curled around his neck and your body slightly shaky.

“You ok sweetheart?” he asks, pressing his fingers under your chin and lifting your eyes to his.

“Yea. Maybe just another sip of juice?”

“Of course,” he says, but keeps you in his arms. “Hey Robin, can you grab her glass for me?”

Robin gets it and starts to hand it to you but Eddie intercepts it and holds it to your lips.

“I can take a drink myself you know.”

Your words end on a giggle but you don’t stop him when he says “open up,” and gives you small sips.

“Better?” he asks.

“Much.”

He takes the glass away from your mouth and holds it out to Robin but never takes his eyes off your face, his gaze dropping to your lips. When he feels the weight of the glass disappear from his hand he swipes his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Just had a little spot of juice…”

His words are whispered and breathy as his head dips lower.

“Her tattoo isn’t finished you know!” Robin chirps from the other side of the table.

Eddie jerks his head away and shoots Robin a glare. You bury your face in Eddie’s neck and give him a squeeze.

“Alright then, let’s get this piece finished,” Eddie grumbles, still giving Robin a look.

Once you’re settled comfortably again he gets back to work, continuing to check in with you regularly.

“We’re almost done,” he says excitedly.

Robin squeals. “It looks insane!”

His fingers press against your skin, warm and strong and with a few more touches he’s finished.

“Are you ready to see it?”

His eyes are bright with anticipation as he helps you into a sitting position. You start to stand but he stops you.

“Slow down sweetheart, don’t stand just yet. I can get you the mirror to see.”

He positions you so you can see your shoulder in the reflection and your eyes go wide.

“Oh my god,” you gasp.

Eddie suddenly looks nervous, his palms sliding down his jeans and his shoulders tensing.

“Is that good?” he asks, his tone worried.

“Wow,” you say, turning your eyes to him with a huge smile.

“Another wow huh?” he grins, instantly relaxing.

“Eddie…it’s…it’s…wow.”

“That’s two!” Robin states, looking between you both.

“I’m so glad you like it sweetheart. Looks gorgeous on you.”

“Thank you, I really love it.”

You continue to stare at the piece of art tattooed on your shoulder and the longer you do, the happier Eddie gets.

“Can I stand up now?” you ask with a smirk.

“Sure,” he replies, taking your hand.

You stand on wobbly legs and fall into his arms. He catches you and cradles you against his chest, smoothing his hand along your back.

“I got you,” he whispers.

“I feel a little dizzy,” you explain.

“That’s totally normal. Why don’t we sit?”

He leads you over to the couch and sits, patting his leg.

“There’s plenty of room on the couch,” you tell him with mischief dancing in your eyes.

“Yea but his lap is better,” Robin interjects as she gives you a light shove.

You plop down into Eddie’s lap with a small oof and he wraps you in his arms, careful not to touch your tattoo.

“Better?” he asks with a smug smile.

“You’re very comfortable,” you say in response before glaring daggers up at Robin.

“What?” she asks incredulously. “You’re a dingus. I know that’s where you really want to be.”

Your mouth drops open and you huff out in frustration but regardless curl yourself into Eddie’s chest.

“How long should I sit?” you ask him.

“As long as you want,” he murmurs. “But I do have to go over a few things with you. After care and all that.”

He tilts his head, inching his face closer to yours.

“That’s my cue to leave, my work here is done! Bye dudes!” Robin sings with a triumphant grin and rushes out.

Neither you nor Eddie even notice.

“Uh huh,” you nod, twirling a piece of his hair around your finger. “Like what?”

“Likeeee,” he drags out the word and pretends to think as his eyes wander over your features. “Don’t go swimming anytime soon and stay out of the sun.”

“Eddie. It’s January.”

“It is?” he asks, dropping his nose to your neck and inhaling softly with a satisfied hum.

You make a small whimper and your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Anything else?” you manage to ask, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks.

“Hmm, you have to clean it 2-3 times a day and I can give you some ointment for it….and I have to clean it again and cover it before you leave.”

“I think I can manage that,” you tell him, biting your bottom lip when his nose runs the length of your neck and you feel his lips trail along your jaw.

“You did so well today,” he whispers, as he tilts his head and you feel his hands flex on your hips.

“I did?” you ask, your words nearly breathless as you squeeze your legs together.

A muscle in his jaw flexes and he smooths one hand up your arm until his long fingers cradle your cheek.

“Such a good girl,” he promises with the lightest brush of his lips, just a whisper, before he captures your mouth in a hungry kiss.

@dreamlessinparis @hiddles-rose​ @goldylions​ @blackwidownat2814​

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[lunarbuck]

☽ Jane's 1.5k Sleepover ☾

Hello everyone! I can’t believe I’ve hit this milestone, it’s crazy to think that there’s 1.5k of you guys…… wow. Since I didn’t celebrate my 1k milestone, I figured I’d try to do something for this one :) I thought I’d try to do a sleepover, though it’s my first time so bear with me lol Before I get into what will be included in the sleepover, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has supported my writing since I began posting all the way back in 2021. I’m so thankful for everything I’ve learned, the opportunities to grow, and all the friends I’ve made along the way. It means so much to me that literally anyone would want to read something I’ve written, so thank you <3 Now, let’s get into it!!

duration: this sleepover will run from may 1 - may 7 but you can start sending asks NOW and I will answer them once the sleepover starts officially

rules: Please, no real person fics (moodboards are okay), must be 18+, please respect any boundaries listed below

how to enter: send me an ask or if you'd rather dm then that works for me :)

disclaimer: must be 18+ only to participate!!

Activities 🪐

Earth to Jane

☼ Ask me anything, let's get personal <3

☼ CYM or any ask game you'd like!

☼ rant/vent, tell me about your day! I'm all ears

Written in the Stars

☆ Headcanon/Drabble/One-shot request

send me a character from the list below, the au/vibe/trope you'd like, and I'll do my best! These can be NSFW, but I ask that you do not request scat, piss, A/B/O, or ageplay

Sebastian Stan Characters:

Bucky barnes / the winter soldier

Lee Bodecker

Steve Kemp

Nick Fowler

Chris Evans Characters:

Steve Rogers

Ari Levinson

Other:

Sam Wilson

Loki Laufeyson

Stargazing

☽ send me a character and vibe/setting/au and I'll make you a moodboard ex: coffee date with librarian!bucky (can be a character not listed above)

Interstellar Travel

✧ send me your favorite fics/creators so I can hype them up!!

@snugglingbucky @angrythingstarlight @bbgem329 @breakablebarnes @peaches1958 @pretty-vulture @purpleshallot @buckysswinter @sapphicnymphie @harrysthiccthighss @w0nderw0mansw0rld @mumbles411 @navybrat817 @yarnforbrains @summerofsnowflakes @mickeyhenrys @jobean12-blog @late-to-the-party-81 @lfnr-blog-blog-blog @sgt-seabass @flordeamatista @jadedvibes @sunshinebuckybarnes @writing-for-marvel @bucky-barnes-diaries @beach-daydreaming @caplanbuckybarnes @goldylions @wndalovebot @jen-with-a-pen @harlequin-hangout

#jane’s 1.5k sleepover #lunarbuck #follower celebration #please consider participating #send me an ask!! #sleepover promo #ask games #cym #writing request #moodboard request #support writers

[moralesispunk]

Congratulations on hitting 1k Jen! It is well deserved 💜

May I request ❛before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think.❜ from the fluff list with Frankie and a F!Reader? Maybe he’s cooking something for dinner and wants her to try it?

Thank you so much 🥰💜

Annie! Thank you so much for you support - I hope this is alright!

Frankie Morales x F! Reader

Summary: After a bad day all you want to do is come home to your husband, wrap up in his arms and forget the day

Warnings: pure fluff, Frankie and reader in established (married) relationship, mentions of food and having a bad day

this is the first of my 1000 follower celebration!

Today was not a good day.

In fact, today has been one of the worst days you've had in a long time.

From the second you stepped out of the door this morning everything seemed to go wrong - from a car swerving out in front of you and sending your lunch spilling all across the passenger seat to the meetings upon meetings that had you running around the building all day, you barely had a second to catch your breath. All you wanted to do was to get home, find one of Frankie’s old t-shirts that smelled like him - like walks in a fresh, rainy forest mixed with in season oranges - and hold on to him until the day had passed.

It was already dark by the time you drove home, the lights from your house spilling out into the driveway as you parked the car - still smelling of cold soup - and ran inside to get out of the stormy rain. You were too busy kicking off your boots and hanging your soaked jacket up to hear the gentle call of your name that mixed with the low sounds of the record player and filtered down the hall to where you were.

“Baby?” Frankie’s head peeked around the kitchen door, his eyes growing soft as he took in your drenched appearance. “Take it your day didn't get any better?”

You snorted and Frankie laughed, the sound of a lid being placed on a pan as his head disappeared before he walked out and met you in the hall.

His arms surrounded you in an instance, his warmth pulling you closer against him as you buried into his chest in the hope you would be swallowed whole and not have to see out the rest of the day from hell. He began to hum softly along to the record, his body swaying with yours as he walked you both back into the kitchen.

Your face stayed hidden in his t-shirt, the smell and feel of him taking over your senses as one of his hands continued to rub up and down your back while the other was finishing off dinner. You could hear the lid being taken back off the pan, his arm moving slightly as he stirred the contents while continuing to hum along to the record.

After a moment he began to sing along softly, his cheek resting against the top of your head and the words murmured into your hair until the song ended and the next one began.

“Why don't you go get warmed up, change into some dry clothes?”

He leaned back and you came to rest your chin on his chest, looking up into his eyes. You were almost able to forget just how bad today had been by looking into his eyes alone; although now surrounded by more lines and wrinkles than they had been when you first met they still held that same softness - and even more love.

You pressed your lips together, squeezing your eyes shut as you silently asked for a kiss and you felt his laugh fan your face before his lips pressed against yours. It was slow and gentle, the sound of the spoon landing back on the counter as his hand came to settle on your hip as you opened your mouth and let his tongue swipe against yours. You hummed contently and he squeezed your hip in response, a slow succession of quick kisses shared before he pressed a kiss to your forehead and your eyes fluttered closed.

“Before you do anything,” his lips brushed against your forehead with each word, “try this and tell me what you think?”

You stood back and he smiled at you, your body noticeably more relaxed than it had been when you first walked in the door.

He reached into the drawer and pulled out a spoon, dipping it into the dinner simmering away in the pot and lifting it towards his mouth to blow on it a few times. The steam filled the gap between you, his hand breaking through it with the spoon and his other hand held beneath as you took it into your mouth.

He watched you closely, his mouth opening slightly when yours did and making you smile around the spoon in your mouth as the flavors hit your tongue.

It was heaven.

It tasted like home.

As soon as your mouth wrapped around the spoon you recognised the mix of spices and flavors as the very first dinner Frankie had made you. It was on your fourth date, Frankie inviting you over to his apartment for dinner and admitting, with a blush covering his cheeks, halfway through the food that this was his favorite growing up and he had phoned his Mom for the recipe to impress you.

“Perfect,” you murmured sweetly as soon as you swallowed and he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Stay with me while this finishes?” He nodded over his shoulder towards the pot and you wrapped your arms around his waist, nodding against his chest.

He leaned across and covered the pan with the lid once more, turning the music up before settling one of his hands on your back and using the other to hold your hand. It was a slow dance around the kitchen for five more minutes, a few soft kisses shared, before he told you to go get changed again and this time you went.

When you reached the door you looked back, Frankie reaching into the cupboard and his t-shirt rising slightly as he did so. You called his name and he turned to face you while placing the bowls on the table.

“You know I love you, right?”

You could see your words settle in him, his whole body relaxing as he cleared his throat and nodded.

“And you know I love you?”

You nodded back, biting back a smile and heading upstairs.

By the time you went upstairs and found one of his t-shirts to pull on before going to sit at the table, a warm bowl of stew placed in front of you with your husband smiling opposite, anything that had gone wrong today was out of your mind and replaced only by thoughts of him.

//

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#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie catifish morales x reader #frankie catfish morales x you #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x fem!reader #frankie morales x y/n #frankie catfish morales x y/n

[boneprinces]

Litha! June 21st

Hi everyone! Here are some very EASY ways to celebrate midsummer!

Open up the curtains and let some good sunlight cleanse your room.

Open up the window.

Clean cobwebs from the ceiling and other places.

Go on a picnic!

Eat some berries.

Pick flowers.

Light a candle that reminds you of summer or of the sun.

Wear a floral print.

Make a honey and sugar face scrub.

Make a flower crown.

Garden, or water your plants.

Just sit in the sun, relax for once and soak in new beginnings :) -Freya

#litha #Wicca #June 21 #midsummer #summer solstice #ways to celebrate #wheel of the year #flowers #sun #Summer #Wiccan holidays #easy af #easy litha #celebrate #-Jen #witchcraft #originals #1k

[dailymaul]

DAILYMAUL 1K CELEBRATION 💥 Happy Maul Monday! After just 5 months, we're excited to say we’ve hit 1k followers! A big thank-you to all who've supported this blog and our creations ♥︎ To celebrate, we want YOU to decide what we make next...

TOP 5 BADASS MAUL SCENES — AS VOTED BY OUR FOLLOWERS Instead of our usual monthly operations, our team will make original creations based on your choices and post them throughout December and January. How to participate: ★ follow us @dailymaul ★ reblog this post ★ vote for your TOP 5 badass maul scenes here (VOTING IS CLOSED) ★ optional: check out our original creations and our team:     ☆ nik | @sith-maul     ☆ merc | @sovietbarnes     ☆ allison | @star-wars     ☆ jen | @tesb     ☆ plum | @userplum | @spotchka

#signal boost #swedit #darth maul #dailymaul #mauledit #userplum #userjen #userallison #tusermerc #* #admin post #dmevents #dm1k #flashing tw

[wineonmytshirt]

Jen’s 1K Celebration!!! For @heystephcn

you're on your own, kid

#my edit #jen's 1k celebration #jen's gifts💖 #heystephcn #you're on your own kid #taylor swift #lyrics #music #aesthetic #tswiftedit #candy swift #taylor swift lyrics #tswift #swifties #tswiftdaily #midnights #midnights album #midnights era #yoyok #tswiftlyrics

[late-to-the-party-81]

Hi Jen! Congrats on the 1K ❤️ You deserve them all and so much more!

I’m sorry that I’m a little bit late with sending in a request but would it be possible to do “The grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one” with Mr. Bucky 🥺 All the love and hugs to you!

AN: Hanna, my love! I hope you enjoy this!

ANd this brings my celebration fics to a close. You still have plenty of time to write your own Challenge Fic for inclusion on my celebration masterlist.

Beta’d by @lfnr-blog-blog-blog. Dividers by @firefly-graphics, moodboard and banner by me

Main Master list | Challenge Master list 

Summary: You’re perpetually chipper and happy. The steely-eyed brunet you run into outside your work is not.

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

CW: Grumpy Bucky, Meet Cute, Fluff and flirting.

You’re always happy. Nothing ever seems to get you down. So much so, that even your friends call you ‘Sunny’. Que sera, sera was your motto. No use crying over spilt milk, etc. Life is what you make of it, so you choose to make it joyful. Your best friend thought that your receptionist job would eventually wear you down and turn you into a cynic, like her, but no. It was like being upbeat was your superpower.

It was therefore a normal morning as you walked down the sidewalk, humming along to the music pumping through your earbuds, on your way to work. The subway hadn’t been packed, the sun was shining out from behind the clouds and you knew it would be a wonderful day, especially once you’d picked up your hazelnut latte from old Frankie, the street coffee vendor half a block from your office. He always had your drink waiting for you and you always had just slightly more than the exact change, rushing away without taking the change, no matter how many times he’d tried to either catch up with you, or insist the next one was on the house. Thinking about that first sip of nutty-sweet milky java had you almost salivating. Unfortunately it also distracted you.

You registered the bump, followed by a curse that was loud enough to pierce through the music pulsating straight into your ears. You turned to see a man in a leather jacket, with short brown hair, swiping at the patch of wetness on his jeans with a gloved hand, while an empty paper coffee cup lay on its side on the ground. You pulled out your earbuds and then, without thinking, pulled a handful of paper napkins out of your purse. You dropped to a crouch in front of him and started to pat at the dampness.

“I’m so sorry! I was just distracted by the beauty of the day and the thought of my first coffee, and I just didn’t see you, and I hope you’re okay and…”

Your brain kicked in as two things happened. Firstly, you realised that you were patting very close to the stranger’s crotch. Secondly, the napkins were being pulled out your hand very firmly and you were being pulled to your feet.

Blue.

That’s what you noticed first.

Icy, steely blue.

His eyes were like diamonds and momentarily you couldn’t look away.

“...I said, do you always make a habit of accosting and groping strangers first thing in the morning?”

You snapped back to reality as you realised that ‘blue eyes’ was talking to you. Well, actually, it was more like growling at you. What a sourpuss. You flashed him one of your trademark smiles.

“Not everyday, I’ll admit - the police might have something to say about it.” The man ‘harumphed’ and continued glaring at you. Obviously not a fan of your brand of humour.

“...Anyway, let me get you another coffee, it’s the least I can do to apologise.”

You turned toward old Frankie and his cart, and bless his soul if he didn’t already have your drink, and what you could only assume was a duplicate of Grumpy’s order.

“The refill is on the house, Sunny. And no arguments. Accidents happen.”

You smiled at the old man and bent down to place a kiss on his cheek.

“That they do, Frankie. And, if you’ll excuse the blasphemy, it’s only coffee.”

He shook his head at you with a smile and waved you away so he could deal with his next customer. You turned back to the object of your unanticipated morning interaction, only to find that he’s gone. You turned in a circle, seeing if you could spot which way he’d gone, but nope, he’d completely disappeared. Well, his loss, and now you had a spare coffee. With a small shrug you continued on your way.

Ten am, and you were settled into your day. You loved your job as a receptionist at the VA. You got to help some of your nation’s greatest and bravest citizens transition back to civilian life, which you felt was the least you could do to show your appreciation. When you weren’t greeting those coming to use the various services offered at this centre, you were phoning veterans to organise appointments for physiotherapy, counselling and group support sessions.

“Hey, Sunny!” You looked up from your computer to see Joe, one of the support group leaders smiling at you as he leant on your counter. 

“Morning, Joe! It’s a lovely day today, and made even better by you being here!” 

“Sunny, you keep flirting like that, I’m gonna have to insist you come out for a drink with me.”

You chuckled. This was your regular banter with him.

“Joe, you know this ain’t flirting, this is just me. And you’re as old as my dad.”

He clutched his hand to his heart, theatrically. “You wound me, Sunny. I may just expire, as I’m apparently that old. Anyhow, you got me the expected attendance list for the meeting?”

You rifled through the papers in the folder on your desk.

“Sure thing. Here it is. I can see you gotta few new names on here, so hopefully it will be an interesting one.”

“You know that’s an old Chinese curse - ‘may you live in interesting times’?” He gave you a wink as he took the paper from your hand and walked off towards the room he used, with only a slight limp giving away the fact that his right leg was a prosthetic.

Half an hour later and the vets for the Joe’s group started to arrive, all of them being amputees of some description, some sporting prosthetics and others not. They all came together though, to talk about the trauma of losing a limb in combat, the long road to recovery and issues associated with having a prosthetic or a missing limb, both physically, mentally and socially. 

The regulars came up and used the computer screen on their side of your desk to log their arrival and get a printed photo sticker-badge to wear. The newbies, however, had to go through you for their first time, which is why you always recommended they turn up 15 minutes before the start of the session so you could double check their identity, the information you held and then get them a computer profile set up for all return visits.

You’d just completed all the paperwork with one newcomer, and sent him off with an old-hand to the meeting room when the doors to the building slammed open. You looked up and couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face.

“It’s you! I’m afraid I drank your replacement coffee, cos you disappeared so quickly.”

Grumpy just glared at you. You noticed there was still a slight stain on his jeans. You tried a different tack.

“Can I help you with anything? Are you a vet, or looking to support a vet? We’ve got lots of programmes and support groups.”

Still without saying anything he tugged the glove off his left hand, revealing the metallic sheen of the most advanced prosthetic you’d ever seen. Understanding dawned.

“Ooo! Are you here for the amputee support group?” You looked down at your copy of the attendance list, noting that only one vet, one of the new guys hadn’t yet checked in.  “Are you James Barnes?”

“Sergeant.”

A look of puzzlement marred your features.

“Pardon?”

“Sergeant Barnes.”  You got it then. Some guys, especially if fresh out and still adjusting, preferred to be referred to by their military rank. 

“Okay, Sergeant Barnes. I’ve just gotta get you set up here. What’s your date of birth?” You glanced up from your computer to find he was still staring at you.

“Seriously? You’re asking me that?”

You were confused by his tone; this wasn’t normally an issue.

“Absolutely. Gotta make sure I’ve got it all correct.”

“Like you don’t already know.”

Your almost permanent smile started to falter under his intense gaze.

“I really don’t. And I need it for the records.”

Barnes let out a resigned huff.

“Fine. Play your games. Seventeenth March, 1917.”

“1970? Gotta say, you don’t look like you’re over fifty. Good genes I suppose.”

“No, doll. 1917. One Nine One Seven.”

Now you were really confused.

“How is that possible? That would make you…” You paused while you did the maths in your head…. “One hundred and six. And like I just said, you don’t even look fifty.”

“Look, doll. Either you’re a really good actress, been hiding under a rock, or just dumb.”

Normally you could keep your cool, laugh and brush off negative comments, but something about the grumpy sergeant was rubbing you up the wrong way.

“That’s not very nice, Sergeant. Just because you don’t like the questions and don’t want to answer them properly, doesn’t mean you have to be mean to me.”

He sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Are you really telling me that you don’t know who I am? Even with having my name in front of you, seeing my arm and me telling you how old I am? Don’t you ever watch the news?”

“Not really. It’s too depressing and sad.”

Another sigh.

“Okay, okay. My full name is James Buchanen Barnes, 107th. Presumed KIA in February 1945, but in fact taken captive by Hydra. I survived traumatic, unintentional amputation of my left arm via snowy mountainside, and was given a replacement by them when they brain-washed me, turning me into an assassin, and was kept cryogenically frozen between missions, spanning over 70 years. I was known as the Winter Soldier. My conditioning started to break in 2014 when I was commanded to kill Captain America, but as Steve was my childhood best friend, my brain rebelled. I went on the run for two years until I was framed for the assassination of King T’Chaka of Wakanda and captured by Shield, then triggered into my Winter Soldier state by a disgruntled Sokovian Baron, wanting revenge on the Avengers for the death of his family during the Ultron incident. I then spent a further two years in Wakanda, having my programming broken, recovering mentally and physically, and given this new arm, before fighting Thanos and getting dusted with half of everyone else. Came back in the Blip, and now supporting Sam Wilson as the new Captain America. I was pardoned for my past crimes and have to attend court mandated therapy and it’s been suggested that attending a support group could be good for me. Know who I am now?”

It was your turn to stare, eyes wide and mouth open as you absorbed all the information from his monologue.

“Soooo, what I’m getting is that you really are 106 years old and for some reason you have a pardon and court-mandated therapy for things you did while you were brain-washed. Seems hinky to me, but who am I to question it?”

A snort left Barnes’ nose, a mix of disbelief and amusement.

“That’s what you take from my story. No questions about Hydra, no histrionics about the fact that a famed assassin is standing in front of you?”

“Why would I? You’ve told me you’ve been ‘deprogrammed’, you’ve been referred to us for group support, and if you were that dangerous I’m sure I wouldn’t have survived the coffee incident this morning.”

His lips twitched, and his face transformed. The lines in his forehead disappeared and migrated to the corners of his eyes, eyes that were now less steel and more spring sky coloured.

“Nothing phases you, does it?”

“Nope. That’s why everyone calls me Sunny. And is that a smile I see, Sergeant? Don’t tell me that somehow I’ve broken through that stoic facade of yours?”

His smile grew wider.

“I’m sure you’re just imagining it. I’m still really annoyed.”

“Uh-huh?” You smiled back. No, you grinned back.

He leaned his crossed arms on the counter, his stance now far more relaxed.

“What other information do you need for that computer system of yours, Sunny? My telephone number perhaps?”

Oh, wow! He’d gone from grumpy to flirt in less than 60 seconds. Now he was fully smiling you had to admit he was kinda cute. Or rather hella hot. You resisted the urge to pull at the neckline of your top to let the steam out.

“I’ve already got a record of that here already, Sergeant.”

His arm reached over the countertop and he snagged your pen and notepad from next to you.

“Well, just in case you need it again for your records, or for any other purpose, I’ll write it down for you.”

If it was possible, your grin got wider.

“Why, Sergeant Barnes, that’s very… helpful of you.”

“Call me James, doll. Or Bucky, if you want.” The tip of his tongue peaked out from between his lips and you were mesmerised.

“Of course… James.” 

You swore you saw him shiver as you said his name. 

The clock above your head gave a ‘ding’ as it struck the hour, and you realised that his session was about to start. You gave a little cough and dragged your eyes away from Barnes’ James’ face and back to your computer.

“I’d best get this all finished off, so you can go join in the group. It’s really good - Joe is so lovely and supportive.”

You finished typing, directed him to stand in front of the camera (which he scowled at) and printed off his sticker ID.

“When you finish, just peel off the sticker, place it in the bin and note on the system that you’re leaving. That should be around midday.”

“And when do you get your lunch break, doll?”

Oh! How were you supposed to cope in the face of his megawatt charm? It had been a lot easier when he was grouchy, even though you’d wanted to tease him.

“Why, James, are you asking me out?”

“Well, you do owe me a coffee.”

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[nekoannie-chan]

¿Traidora?

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora agente de HYDRA.

Palabras: 704 palabras.

Sinopsis: Intentabas ayudar a Steve después de la sublevación de HYDRA.

Advertencias: Canon divergente, HYDRA ganó.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para Jen’s 1K Challenge Yourself Challenge with the prompts:

Trope idea: Enemies to lovers.

Style idea: angst.

AU idea: Canon divergent.

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Contuviste la respiración nadie se podía enterar de lo que había ocurrido, a final de cuentas, de cierta forma estabas traicionando a HYDRA con lo que habías hecho antes, si ahora se enteraban de lo que había ocurrido… ni siquiera querías pensarlo.

Podías evitar el tema, ya que fuera del pequeño gran incidente, que había ocurrido, nadie sospechaba de ti, a final de cuentas lo que importaba era que “demostraste tu lealtad hacia HYDRA”.

Volteaste, observando minuciosamente los alrededores, para asegurarte de que nadie te había seguido y digitaste la clave; se suponía que nadie sabía de ese lugar y así se debía de quedar.

Aun así debían de idear un plan para saber qué hacer, Steve no podía quedarse escondido ahí por la eternidad.

Cuando Steve escuchó el ruido de la puerta, con cautela se asomó, sabía que estaba en un lugar seguro, pero debía de asegurarse, por si algo te había pasado.

—Soy yo, traigo comida —dijiste cuando lo viste. Él sonrió y dejó el escudo recargado sobre la pared.

Usualmente le comentabas la situación mientras comían, la situación era crítica, pero aún no encontraban a todos, entre otras cosas.

—T/N, ¿estás bien? —Steve preguntó

—Si, Steve, todo está bien —mentiste.

—Deberíamos huir —Steve sugirió, dejaste la cuchara que estabas sosteniendo.

—Sabes que eso es imposible, HYDRA tiene todo vigilado, con el simple hecho de que alguien diga que creyó verte, mandan a todos los equipos disponibles para tu captura —respondiste sin dejar de mirarlo. La orden que les habían dado era muy clara, capturar a todo aquel que estuviese relacionado con S.H.I.E.L.D., pero en especial estaban buscando a Steve.

—No puedo permitir que HYDRA…

—Gane, lo sé, pero Steve, ya ganó. Esta mañana… —lo interrumpiste, él te miró de mala manera—… esta mañana atraparon a Bucky, tienen de nuevo en su poder al… Soldado —prácticamente susurraste la última palabra.

—¡¿POR QUÉ NO ME LO DIJISTE ANTES?! —Steve espetó.

—No pude escaparme antes, por si no te habías dado cuenta también me tienen a mí vigilada, cada vez que vengo a traerte comida o verte estoy arriesgando mi vida —contestaste malhumorada.

—Tengo que sacarlo de ahí de alguna manera —Steve farfulló. Sabías perfectamente a lo que quería hacer, no obstante no era posible a menos que…

—Creo que tengo una idea, es demasiado arriesgado, pero tal vez pudiera funcionar, no estoy completamente segura, aunque quizás valga la pena intentarlo —dijiste.

Con esa sencilla frase, captaste completamente la atención de Steve, en su cabeza no podía dejar de pensar en cómo ir y salvar a Bucky, pero probablemente tu plan era mejor, ya que todos los que se le había ocurrido, tenían una exageradamente alta probabilidad de terminar mal, muy mal.

—¿Cuál es tu plan? —Steve preguntó, sumamente interesado.

—Entrarás a las instalaciones de HYDRA, pero no a escondidas, sino por la puerta principal, ganaríamos la confianza de todo el mundo…

—No entiendo, obviamente en cuanto me vean me van a intentar asesinar —Steve te interrumpió.

—Hace tiempo, ocurrió algo y llegaron a creer que era una traidora…

—Eres HYDRA…

—Steve, cállate y déjame hablar, no es porque hubiera querido, a todos los mutantes que éramos niños cuando nos atraparon los Centinelas y nos mandaron a Garland, terminamos en HYDRA, no fue por decisión propia.

—Lo siento, no sabía —Steve se disculpó; nunca había tenido la delicadeza de preguntarte cómo habías terminado ahí.

—No importa, bueno podemos decir que encontraste la forma de contactarme y que te quieres unir a HYDRA porque… bueno ya pensaremos en alguna excusa, de ahí sería más fácil encontrar a Bucky, no sé, aún no es perfecto, pero es lo único que se me ocurrió en menos de diez minutos, tampoco estoy del todo segura de que vaya a funcionar o qué consecuencias pueda tener —dijiste.

Steve estuvo en silencio durante algunos minutos, estaba pensando en lo que propusiste, sonaba muy bien, tal vez sería difícil convencer a algunas personas, pero también serviría para derrotar a HYDRA desde el interior, o al menos intentarlo.

Comenzaron a planear los detalles rápidamente, Steve se iba a esforzar todo lo que fuera necesario para que saliera de la manera correcta, esta vez no iba a permitir que los enemigos ganaran.

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[writeforfandoms]

Okay, the results from the poll, as promised!

Our four tropes are...

Only one bed

Stuck together

Huddle for warmth

Drunken confession

And our guy is....

Well, actually it's a tie! Between Pero and Jack. Guess y'all are getting two guys. 😉😏

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[srta-peppa]

Hihi!! Short 1k drabble I had in my dash. The Broerrrs vlog + Sander, hope you guys like it! Love you all 💖💫💖

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The broerrrs Vlogs #20

He didn’t know how his friends had convinced Sander to do this, but here they were. Filming some kind of game, Moyo watched other bloggers do. The game was ‘best friends vs boyfriend,’ and the only reason they were here and not Amber and Aaron was because Sander had appeared on the last vlog, and now everybody loved him. 

Not that Robbe blamed them. His boyfriend really was the whole deal, handsome, talented, and sweet. 

They were sitting outside in Aaron’s garden. Jens was at his right and Sander at his left while the rest of his best friends were behind the camera. 

“How old was I when I had my first kiss?” Robbe read the next question from the list they gave him.

He tried to peek on what they were writing, but both Sander and Jens didn’t let him see. 

“Jens wrote fifteen,” Moyo read first.

“What do you mean?” Sander said, laughing and then turned his boar. 

“Sixteen and with me,” Robbe read with a smile.  

“That’s the only kiss that counts,” Sander said proudly. 

“What? No! Robbe…” Jens complained, frowning. 

“I meant both are kinda right,” Robbe admitted laughing. 

“One point each?” Aaron asked. 

“Yes, I guess it is fair,” Moyo agreed. 

“That’s not fair, none of those girls matter to you” Sander pouted. 

“You are the only that matters to me, baby,” Robbe said, leaning to his side to kissed Sander.    

“Kid! We are working here, you would have time for that latter,” Moyo yelled to the couple. 

“Sorry, sorry” Robbe took the phone and read the next question, “What color do I wear the most often?” 

Sander turned his board, and he had written ‘shades of brown’

“Well, that’s a tricky one… because you use a lot of brown and green but since you are with Sander you wear all his clothes like a clingy boyfriend you now wear a lot of black. But that’s not really your clothes,” Jens explained, making them all laughed. 

“Jens, why do you know all of that about my boyfriend?” Sander joked.  

He shrugged and looked at the camera “I just paid attention to details.” 

“I have to agree with Jens, Robbe wears black all the time now,” Moyo said. 

“I mean guys look at him,” Aaron agreed and point at Robbe, who was wearing a black shirt with black jeans. 

And maybe his best friend was right because Robbe’s shirt was actually Sander’s. 

“What face do I usually make when I take selfies?” Robbe read next. 

“To who is the selfie? To them or to me? They are very different selfies,” Sander asked playfully. 

“Shut up!” Robbe said, blushing and pushing his boyfriend’s shoulder a little. 

“Too much info, bro,” Jens whispered.  

Behind the camera, Moyo and Aaron where faking sexy faces at him and laughing. 

“What? That was not what I meant you two,” Sander laughed. “You make wried funny faces when you send them a photo, and to me, you usually are smiling and looking cute.” 

“Okay, I guess you already give the answer, so next one,” Robbe said, trying to change the topic. 

“Then I’m the dirty one, unbelievable,” Sander whispered.   

“I’m not reading that question Moyo,” Robbe said blushing one more time,

“Which one?” He asked, looking at his own phone.

“Number eight.” 

“What? why?” Moyo almost yelled. 

“Because there’s no way Jens knows that!” Robbe answered the obvious. 

“Let me see,” Sander said, peeking over his shoulder “Oh! I know that” 

“Of course you do, but not Jens.” 

The whole idea made him laughed. 

“Now I want to know too” Jens read the question and frowned, “Why on earth would I know which part of his body Robbe liked to be kissed the most?”

Moyo shrugged while Aaron burst into laughs. 

“We need to keep the audiences entrained. Also, I don’t know what you used to do together with all that time you spend alone.” 

“Not that,” Robbe and Jens said at the same time. 

“Which celebrity do I wish I could sleep with?” He said 

“Di Caprio,” Sander answered at the same time, Jens said, “Timothee Chalamet.” 

“What? Why him?” Robbe frowned. 

“I don’t know he has the same vibe that Sander. Alternative, brown hair skinny bitch” At that Sander snorted. 

He looked nothing like Timothee Chalamet. If you asked Robbe, his boyfriend was even more beautiful. 

“Don’t swear on the video Jens!” 

“Okay, but no. It’s definitely Di Caprio,” Robbe said, giving the last point to Sander. 

“Summer or Winter?” 

‘Summer’ Sander wrote while Jens wrote ‘Winter.’

“Really, dude? Since when do I like the cold?” Robbe asked, amused. 

“Jens, bro… Sander is fucking crashing you,” Aaron chuckled. 

“I’m the best in any game that involves Robbe,” Sander said and winked to the camera.

“Okay last question because there no way you would win this Jens,” Moyo said laughing,

“How I don’t know Robbe and Sander are not cheating?” Jens argued, “I want someone neutral.” 

“Can I pick the next one?” Aaron begged. 

“Oh! no… you are most caple of cheating to make Sander win than Robbe,” Jens said before they let Aaron asked. 

“Okay, I would ask, and this time Robbe would write his answer too,” Moyo explained and gave him a boar and a marker. “Let’s finished this spicing the things up... Who was Robbe’s, first love?”

Jens and Sander had been done while Robbe kept thinking… because Jens was kind of his first love, but when he met Sander, he understood what love really means. 

“Time to show the boards guys,” Aaron said, so Robbe rushed to write something. “One, two, three.”

“Jens, Jens… and Sander? really Robbe?” Moyo said, rolling his eyes. 

“What? do you chose me, baby?” Sander asked, taking the board from his hands. “My sweet boy.” 

Robbe giggled and kissed Sander, who hugged him, and deep the kiss forgetting about the video and the rest of their friends.  

“It’s me guys, I’m Robbe’s first love,” Jens whispered to their audiences. 

Moyo stood up quickly and covered with his body the couple’s image that kept kissing in the background. 

“That was all for today, guys! See you,” Moyo and Aaron ended up the video before things went crazier. 

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Thank uuu for reading, have a nice week 😘🥰

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[queenmylovely]

Good Company

Summary: Gwilym lee x fem!reader. Your family’s annual ski trip with the Lees is the first time in a while you’re seeing your childhood best friend Gwilym. 

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: cussing, fluff, smut light (18+!! marked with ***)

A/N: This is my entry for @laedymoon​ 1k follower celebration! This is only my second Gwil fic and it was actually really nice to write. I got some definite inspo from @sweet-ladyy​ MOTH ch. 5, this is a bit of a switcheroo on that, but if you know you know ;) Thank you to @coffeewritingwine​ for beta-reading! Any feedback including likes, replies, reblogs and asks are greatly appreciated! Especially replies, messages, and asks are super helpful for my writing ‘cause I get to hear what you think!

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(gif by @mazzelloplots​; ugh he’s so hot) 

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Every March, for so long that it had become tradition, your family and one other would go on a ski trip. This trip started before the two pairs of parents were even married, and continued until now, when their kids were all grown up and had kids of their own.

This year, by some miracle, all kids, spouses, and now grandchildren were able to come. So it was you; your brother, Nick; your sister, Kate, her wife, Jen, their daughter Ella; and your parents Julia and James. On the other side was the Lees: the parents, Tom and Ceinwen; their son Geraint, his wife Mary, kids Siân and Aled; another son Owen; their daughter Rhiannon, her husband Elwyn, their son Tomos; and finally, their third son who was your age and your childhood best friend, Gwilym.

There was no way the 18 of you would fit into one house, so you were divided into two that were next door to each other. The people with small children were in one house (affectionately dubbed the “chaos house” by you) and the rest of you were in the other. The houses were identical, two four-bedroom cabins with just enough room to house you all but not enough so that anyone could avoid each other. It was all by design because good old T, C, and double J wanted to make the most out of having all their kids and grandkids together at once.

Each couple had their own room, the kids were in one, Nick and Owen were sharing one (as they were also best friends), and you and Gwilym were sharing the other.

Which was fine. The two of you had had countless sleepovers since you were little, going all the way through until the summer before university, so you were totally comfortable in each other’s presence.

Now that you were grown up, you were still close. Since you were both living in London, you did try to see each other at least once a month, but it was difficult with how busy Gwilym was with shooting and such. So when the trip came around, and you hadn’t actually seen each other in over three months since the annual Christmas Eve eve party that your parents had, you were super excited for a week with him and both families.

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Your flight had been delayed so you knew you were the last one arriving. The cabins you had rented were at the ski resort, and you took the ski shuttle to them, your luggage in tow. Luckily, you would be renting the actual skis. Getting off at the main building you had a bit of a trek to the cabins. By the time you reached them, you were out of breath, your hat was about to fall off your head, and you were sure that sweat had plastered your fly-aways to your forehead, but you were too excited to see everyone to care.

Knocking three times, you only had to wait a second before the door was flying open. Owen was standing there, beaming at you, and although he had seen you only two weeks before at Nick’s birthday drinks, he pulled you into a big hug and squeezed you too hard with a laugh. You got much gentler hugs from the others, except Nick who just pulled your hat down over your eyes before giving you a quick side hug. Then the kids seemed to realize you were there and a ten and eight year old, Siân and Ella, respectively, came running over, yelling your name. You hugged them both and kissed the tops of their heads.

Then the two two-year-olds, Tomos and Aled, toddled over, curious as to what was causing the commotion. When they recognized you (both were very smart two-year-olds), they garbled out your name. With a grunt, you managed to pick both of them up at the same time, giving them big kisses on the cheek that they laughed at and then returned, no doubt getting whatever they had last been eating on your face.

The only person who hadn’t greeted you yet was Gwilym. Your mom saw you looking around for him and said, “Gwilym’s just down the hall in your room getting the bed ready.”

“Okay. Better go say hi and put this in there,” you replied, grabbing the handle of your suitcase.

The two of you were in the only downstairs bedroom, so you walked down the hallway past the kitchen and a bathroom, finding the door slightly ajar all the way at the end.

You knocked lightly before pushing it all the way open, “Knock-knock, is the movie-star decent?”

Gwilym was just finishing making the bed, placing the little throw pillows perfectly when he looked up and saw you. He grinned and walked around the side of the bed, rolling his eyes before pulling you into a tight hug.

“Sorry, no movie stars here, love. Just me, hope that’ll do,” he said into your hair and you let out a little contented sigh. No one gave hugs quite like Gwil.

“As if,” you said, pushing on his upper arms to look at him. Your hands stayed there and his stayed on your waist. “You cannot play a member of Queen in a big Hollywood movie and then refuse to be called a moviestar. We’ve been over this.”

“We’ve also been over that I’m the same exact person I’ve always been,” Gwil said, a little sternly.

“Well I know that,” you said, hitting his arm lightly and then letting go. He did the same. “No amount of fame could knock the dork out of you. Or let me forget what a nerdy little kid you were and still are.”

Gwil laughed at that, relieved that you still saw him the same. In the year and a couple months since Bohemian Rhapsody had come out, you had only seen each other a handful of times, and for no longer than three hours. He had been a bit worried that you could have come to think of him differently and just hid it well around others. But your teasing definitely assuaged that worry.

“So I made up the bed for us. There’s an electric blanket under the comforter so we don’t get cold. I don’t think this cabin has the greatest insulation,” he pointed out, looking at the walls distrustingly.

“Thank you for that, you know how much I hate making beds,” you told him and he smiled. “Another thing I would appreciate is if you let me sleep on that side of the bed.”

You pointed to the one furthest from you, and Gwil looked at it then you.

“Is this your thing about not sleeping the closest to the door?” he asked, squinting at you.

“I know, it’s irrational or whatever, but I’d just feel safer if I didn’t sleep closest to it,” you replied. You had just a bit of a fear that murderers or something would break in and attack everyone during the night.

“I guess I can. But I don’t know how good of protection I’d be. I’m no self-defense expert,” Gwil admitted, smiling.

“Even if you aren’t they’d kill you before me, so maybe I’d be able to run away,” you said matter-of-factly.

Gwil’s face turned into one of shock and he exclaimed, “So I’m just a killing buffer to you? You’d run away while I was being brutally murdered? Good to know I’m disposable.”

He crossed his arms and frowned harshly, but you knew he was just pretending to try to make you feel guilty. Nevertheless, you hugged him around his crossed arms, resting your chin on his chest and looking up at him.

“Aw, Gwilly, you know that’s not true. You’re much more than that. You’re my smart, handsome, funny, dorky, best, best friend in the whole wide world,” you laid it on thick, trying to flatter him into not being “upset,” though nothing you said was a lie. When he didn’t budge, you started tickling his sides until he broke and started laughing, uncrossing his arms and grabbing yours to stop you.

He wrapped his arms around you again, resting his chin on your head that you had turned to the side and laid against his chest. “Okay, I’ll sleep closest to the door. You’ll be safe. As long as the murderers don’t come in through the window.”

Eyes widening, you looked straight at the big window that was next to your side of the bed. Your arms tightened around Gwil, genuine fear creeping into your voice, “Don’t even joke about that.”

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Since it was mid-afternoon when you got there, there was to be no skiing that day. Instead, the whole group made dinner together (well, really it was the grandparents with a little help from the other parents peeling vegetables and setting the tables). You and Gwilym were in charge of the kids while Owen and Nick were sent to buy wine, beer, and juice boxes. Siân and Ella were doing their own thing, playing some kind of spy game that had them giggling and using a pair of walkie-talkies.

Aled and Tomos were content to sit on your laps. You and Aled were playing patty cake while Tomos was playing with Gwil’s short beard. Tomos was having a good time, but every so often, he pulled a little hard and Gwil winced in pain, reminding him to “be gentle.”

Once dinner was ready, you picked up your respective kid and called to Ella and Siân. They dutifully followed you to the tables, and you plopped the toddlers into their high chairs next to where their parents would sit.

Dinner was good, a chicken alfredo with homemade sauce that was sure to please everyone, including the picky eaters. There were also roasted carrots that even Ella, who hated vegetables, could stomach.

That was followed by a movie, but everyone talked over it.

“Has Aled bitten anyone? Tomos has done it like once, but I’m hoping he doesn’t enter a phase.”

“The target is in place, get ready for attack, over.”

“Aaah! Stop hitting me! Why are those pillows so hard?”

“I see the girls are enjoying their walkie-talkies, you’re welcome, by the way.”

“Do you have any podcast recommendations that aren’t true crime? I just worry about Siân hearing since she would actually understand what they’re saying.”

“Y/N, Michael’s the cousin that lives in California, right?”

“No, that’s Mark,” you half-yelled back to Nick, who was talking to Owen and Tom. Then you turned back to Gwil, “Wait, you already wrapped? I thought you were shooting until May.”

“No, that’s when it comes out,” he corrected you.

“Oh… Does that mean you’ve been in London for weeks and you haven’t tried to make plans with me? Where were you for Nick’s birthday?” you asked, in a teasing tone but you were also a little bit mad.

“I’ve been travelling some. But I was at a Fashion Week thing,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Whatever, moviestar,” you said with a huff. Then you adjusted how you were sitting so you were against the back of the couch instead of facing Gwilym.

“Y/N…” Gwilym started, but trailed off because he knew you would probably interrupt him.

“Nope, don’t talk to me right now. I want to be able to sleep in the same bed as you without strangling your pretentious ass. Just let me cool off,” you told him. You were being a little over-dramatic, but you knew that in ten minutes you’d be done being annoyed. Both of you knew you weren’t really all that angry because you were still sitting with your thigh and arm pressed to his. When you were really mad, you didn’t even want to be in the same room as him.

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Once everyone was making their way to bed, you and Gwil took turns in the bathroom to get ready for bed.

“You’d better go first, I have my whole skincare routine,” you let him know, slight anger long having faded away.

“How do you know I don’t have one?” he shot back and you just rolled your eyes to his laughter.

As he was brushing his teeth, you changed into your pajamas. Just an old uni shirt that was too ratty to wear outside of the house anymore and a pair of cotton running shorts. But it was soft, oversized, and very comfy, so it was perfect for sleep.

“All yours,” he told you, walking into the room just as you pulled your shirt over your head. You were facing away from him, so at most he had seen your back, but you didn’t really think about it, grabbing your stuff, giving him a quick smile, and heading into the bathroom.

As you walked away, Gwil took in a big breath. After not seeing you very much over the past year and a half, Gwil was feeling different seeing you now. You had always been beautiful, but Gwil could’ve sworn your beauty had increased tenfold over that time. That, or he had just been taking it for granted since he used to see you constantly. Whatever it was, everytime you guys hugged, or when you sat close to him on the couch, or just now when he had gotten a glimpse of your lower back as you dressed, Gwil’s cheeks heated up uncontrollably and he had to fight to act normal.

Since the two of you were so comfortable physically around each other, he couldn’t pull away because then you would know something was up and ask him about it. He had no idea how you would react and he didn’t want to risk the years of your friendship and the bond between your families over a crush.

You walked into the room with a fresh face and moisturizer, ready for bed. Gwil was sitting on the bed, looking deep in thought.

“Can I turn off the big light?” you asked, hand over the switch.

“What? Oh yeah, let me just get the lamp,” he told you, getting up and turning on the lamp.

As you switched off the light and then walked to your side of the bed, you took another look at his pensive face, “What’s got you thinking so hard?”

Gwil looked at you, pausing for a moment before answering, “Just thinking about which side of the mountain I should go on first. I don’t know if I’m too rusty to hit the backside right away.”

“Oh, you should definitely do the frontside the first day so we can ski together. Otherwise, I’ll be left alone with the kids on the bunny hill. I need your guidance,” you said with a goofy smile, climbing under the covers.

Guidance, Gwil thought for just a moment before recovering and getting under the covers himself, “Okay, sounds good, I’ll join you on the front side.”

“Thank you!” you said, beaming at him. Then you leaned over and pecked his cheek, “We’d better get to sleep. Early morning and all.”

“You’re right,” he said, turning off the lamp, glad that the darkness would hide his red cheeks at your kiss. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Sweet dreams, Gwil.”

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The next morning, the musical sound from your alarm woke you up. You groaned, opening your eyes slowly and lifting an arm to turn it off. Except the arm wouldn’t lift. Looking down, you realized you were tangled up with Gwil.

Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment for a second, but then you thought again and realized it was Gwil and he would not care at all that the two of you had ended up cuddling. The two of you tended to cuddle whenever you got tipsy anyway.  

So you slipped your arm from underneath Gwil’s and were able to turn just enough to reach your phone and turn the alarm off. Your movement made Gwil stir and he blinked his eyes heavily. Then they opened wide when he realized how you were situated.

You giggled at his look and said, “Morning, Gwil.”

Relaxed by your laughter, he let out a chuckle too, “Morning, love.”

Neither of you moved from each other’s grasp, happy to be lazy and warm in each other’s arms for the moment.

“I feel like I just got the best sleep I have for months,” you told him, playing with the collar of the shirt he was wearing.

“Mm, me too,” Gwil agreed, squeezing you in his arms a bit.

“Maybe we should always sleep in the same bed,” you joked.

“Haha, yeah,” Gwil replied kind of awkwardly, but when your phone went off again, you were distracted.

“That’s my ‘you better be awake by now’ alarm, so we better get up,” you said, patting his chest before disentangling yourself from him.

Gwil let you go and got up himself. Realizing the family was going to head to the mountain in less than an hour, the two of you rushed to get ready and eat breakfast, not having time to chat very much.

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“I am in dire need of hot chocolate. I’m sooo cold,” you announced, your teeth chattering as you removed your snow-soaked jacket and hat.

“Same, I’ll go put the order in,” Gwil said, having removed his wet clothes faster than you.

“And some fries,” you called after him and he waved over his shoulder in acknowledgement. “And chicken strips!”

Gwil just shook his head, but you knew he would get you them anyway. He was always so good to you. Sometimes it made you wonder whether there was anything between you, but neither of you ever made a move, and it never seemed like the time to talk about it. You loved Gwil, sure, but loving him as your best friend and being in love with him were two different things. Sometimes that line became a bit blurred, especially when you noticed how good he looked on this trip, his hair and beard having grown out. But these feelings had popped up before, and had gone away in a couple weeks, so who’s to say that this time would be any different?

“Alright, here we go, you mooch,” Gwil said, somehow managing to balance two cups of steaming hot chocolate, and a giant basket of chicken strips and fries.

“Let me take this,” you said, grabbing the basket from him so he wouldn’t accidentally spill. You grabbed a couple fries and shoved them in your mouth. “Thank you!”

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to talk with your mouth full?” Gwil asked sarcastically, as the two of you sat down.

“Actually, you’re the first,” you replied in an equally sarcastic fashion.

“Whatever, give me some of those fries.”

The two of you ate, mostly silent because you were very hungry. The ski lodge’s stereo system was playing the radio at a medium volume, so you were content listening to that. Then “Bohemian Rhapsody” came on and you looked at Gwil with wide eyes.

“It’s your song!” you said excitedly, immediately swaying to the music.

Gwil threw his head back in slight exasperation but laughed all the same, humming the rhythm of the guitar and doing some light air guitar that made you break out in laughter.

The whole situation brought him back to a time probably two years ago when he had finally been able to tell you about the project that was Bohemian Rhapsody.

_

“You what?!” you exclaimed. “You’re playing Brian fucking May?! What the actual fuck, that’s so exciting!!”

Then you tackled him in a hug that actually knocked the wind out of him.

He coughed and then replied with a grin, “Yeah, it really, really is.”

You pulled back at him and smiled, “Okay, tell me everything. Even the stuff you’re not supposed to.”

Gwil chuckled and smiled back, “There’s not a ton to tell. Serious. But I can show you a mockup they did of the Greatest Hits album.”

He pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture of the four actors’ faces superimposed onto the album cover next to the original. It took you a second to tell them apart. Multiple seconds in fact. What gave it away was the actors that were playing Roger Taylor and Freddie Mercury. Then you looked back and forth between Brian May and Gwil’s version.

“You literally look like a carbon copy of him, what the hell? Oh my gosh, I cannot wait to see you in a wig,” you gushed, laughing as you continued to stare at the two pictures.

Gwil looked at you, smiling and you caught his eye when you looked up, rushing forward to hug him again.

“I’m so proud.”

Over the course of filming, he had you on set a couple of times, and you had met the rest of the cast. They were a great bunch and you loved how happy Gwil was around them. Part of you was a little jealous that they got to see so much of him, but it was his career, and overall you always stayed supportive.

He had invited you to the premiere too, but you had sat with his family to watch it, as he sat with the rest of the cast. The popularity of the movie meant he had been busier and busier, and it was hard to see him consistently. That’s why you were so happy for this week’s vacation; a chance to reconnect.

_____

Ever since the movie had been announced, everyone from both families had taken to listening to Queen much more than they had previously, both to be supportive, but also because it just reminded them how good their music was.

So, that night when you were hanging out with Rhiannon, Kate, and Jen in the kitchen of the chaos house making cookies while everyone else was making dinner, you were playing Queen in the background. Soon, the conversation turned from family gossip to a debate about the members while looking at pictures of them as the cookies baked.

“Listen, I will concede that Roger does have a certain appeal as a blonde, but Deaky just has something else,” Rhiannon stated.

“Hmmm, I can’t really relate about his looks, but I definitely think Deaky wrote some of their best songs,” Kate pointed out.

“I gotta say that there’s something about Brian’s voice, though, that makes me feel something, like, in the depths of my soul. His voice is just so melancholy and soft,” Jen said dreamily as she pointed at him in a picture. All three of you turned to look at her, pulling faces and then everyone cracked up.

Gwil walked into the house, looking for the four of you to tell you that dinner was ready when he heard loud laughter coming from the kitchen. He smiled to himself, wondering what you were laughing about and then he overheard you talking.

“Don’t get me started on Brian. He looks…” Gwil was sure that you were about to say “Just like Gwil” but instead you finished “So hot in this picture.”

Gwil’s eyes widened at the implication as he connected the dots; if you thought he looked exactly like Brian and Brian was hot, did that mean that you thought he was hot? Gwil didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but he didn’t know how else to interpret what you said. Maybe there was something there. Maybe his crush wasn’t one-sided. Maybe he should talk to you about it? Maybe.

For now, he just walked up to the swinging kitchen door, knocking lightly before he walked in.

“Dinner’s ready. You all better get over there before it gets cold,” he warned with a smile, ignoring the way you rushed to take your phone off the counter and that you hardly looked at him.

Kate, Jen, and Rhiannon looked at each other quickly; they had seen the looks both of you gave each other when you thought no one was looking and had actually talked to each other about it when they were on the ski lift. Gwil was easy to read and they were certain that he was practically in love with you, but you had been a little harder to understand. But then you went and said what you thought of Brian and that was the final nail in the coffin.

“Yeah, we’d better get over there so the guys don’t take all the food,” Kate said with a smile.

“Oh, but the cookies aren’t done,” you pointed out.

“You’re right. Gwil, why don’t you stay with Y/N and help her out and we’ll save you guys some food?” Jen asked, though it seemed more like a direction than a suggestion.

“Yeah, you don’t mind,” Rhiannon said, looking at you and then Gwil pointedly.

“Uh, okay sure,” you said, a little confused as to why they were acting strange.

“That’s fine,” Gwil answered at the same time, making eye contact with his sister and nodding ever so slightly, but you missed it.

The three of them walked out of the room and then out of the house to the other one, whispering and giggling all the way.

You shot Gwil a confused look but he just shrugged.

“So what type of cookies are they? They smell good,” he asked pleasantly, walking to stand next to you.

“Oatmeal chocolate chip. Mom’s specialty, although now she’s passed that off on me and Kate,” you responded with a closed-lip smile.

He groaned appreciatively, “Those are my favorite.”

“I know,” you said, smile growing, “That’s why I suggested them.”

“You’re literally the best,” he said, pulling you into a hug that you accepted happily.

“I know,” you said, resting your cheek against his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. His rested over your shoulders and he chuckled in response.

You were tired from the day of skiing, and it felt nice to be in Gwil’s arms, so you relaxed there, closing your eyes. After a minute, Gwil decided he did want to talk to you and pulled away slightly. Looking up at him, you waited for him to speak, but he just stared at you for a moment. You found yourself unable to look away from his intense eyes, and they were getting closer and closer, though who was moving you didn’t know. You got so close you could see little flecks of green and hazel in his blue eyes and feel his gentle breath on your face.

The air felt charged with possibility, and you were just about convinced to lean up the two inches more and connect your lips. You were two more seconds away from closing that gap, now needing to know what kissing Gwil would be like. You were sure that once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop.

Then the timer on the oven went off and both of your heads whipped to the side to see where the noise was coming from. You broke away from Gwil to turn off the timer and then opened the oven door and took out the cookie trays with oven mitts. As you were placing the trays on the heat proof pads on the counter, Gwil turned off the oven.

“They can just cool here until everyone’s done with dinner,” you said too quickly, and Gwil nodded.

Then the two of you took off for the other house, Gwil about five steps behind you. It wasn’t until you were in the other house and surrounded by a bunch of loud family members that you felt you could breathe normally.

_____

That night, after getting ready for bed, turning off the lights, and climbing under the covers, you patted the part of the bed next to you and reached your arms out to Gwil.

He paused for a second so you said, “Come on, if we’re just going to wake up like this anyway, we might as well save sleeping us the trouble.”

“You make a good point,” Gwil conceded, scooting closer to you, again grateful the lights were off. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you cuddled into his side, bringing one of your legs over his closest one.

Once both of you were settled, you patted his chest and wished him a good night, him doing the same with a squeeze of your hip.

As you were dozing off, Gwil thought that at least the almost kiss or whatever it was hadn’t made things so uncomfortable that you couldn’t sleep next to each other. That was a good sign.

_____

***

Once again in the kitchen, you found yourself in his arms. But this time, instead of anything interrupting you, your lips crashed together. The kiss was hot and intense, and before you knew it, you were seated on the counter with Gwil standing between your legs.

Hands were everywhere; yours were running through his hair and tugging on it as his roamed across your breasts, hips and ass. Then you were unbuttoning his pants and he was pushing them down along with his boxers revealing his hard cock. You hopped off the counter, turning around and laying over top of it, and Gwil pulled your panties off, throwing them to the side. With a few swipes through your wet folds, Gwil pushed into you, a gasp of pleasure escaping you as he did.

***

_

Gwil opened his eyes blearily, having been woken up by you moving and then your loud gasp.

“Y/N?” Gwil asked softly, but when you didn’t answer, he looked at your face and saw your eyes were still closed. The two of you were now in a more typical spooning position, having migrated to it throughout the night. By the low amount of light that was in the room, Gwil assumed it must be early morning.

Then you squirmed again, this time practically grinding into his cock, and Gwil froze in shock. You let out the most wanton moan Gwil had ever heard in real life and he had to clap his hand over his mouth to keep from gasping himself.

Just when Gwil thought he couldn’t have been more surprised, you said, “Yes, Gwil, right there,” and Gwil almost moaned. His cock was definitely getting hard, and he didn’t know what to do so he moved his hips back away from yours so you wouldn’t be able to feel it.

He tried to remove his arm from around your waist, but you were holding it to you even in your sleep, and he feared that if he moved you too much you would wake up and know that he heard you. And see his hard-on.

Then you squeezed his hand and whined, “Fuck me harder, please Gwil,” and he didn’t have the choice but to wrench his hand away from you. Getting out of bed and out of the room as quickly as possible, he headed to the bathroom to take a cold shower. As hot as it was that you were having a sex dream about him, he felt it would be wrong to bear witness to it and give himself any pleasure because of it. It did further confirm the idea that you had feelings, or at least a subconscious attraction, to him though, so that was a plus.

Gwil’s sudden movements had pulled you from your dream, and as your body slumped in the bed you only just saw him before he left the room. But you saw his boner and your eyes widened as you remembered your dream. There’s no way he could have known what you were dreaming about, right? The boner was just morning wood, right? Then you shifted so you were sitting up and felt that your underwear were a mess. Maybe it had been kinda obvious. Fuck.

You got ready before Gwil was done with his shower, going to the kitchen to help with breakfast. When he came down the hallway and the two of you made awkward eye contact, you felt your cheeks heat up to a dangerous degree and ran into your mom who was carrying a stack of pancakes.

At breakfast you and Gwil sat next to each other like usual and when his leg brushed against yours you knocked over your glass of water. As the two of you were wiping up that mess, you kept bumping into each other and your hands kept touching and your breath caught every time. By the time breakfast was done you were dizzy with all of the blood that was rushing to your cheeks and lower stomach as each brush and accidental touch reminded you of your dream.

“You know, I didn’t get very good sleep last night and I’m feeling kind of off. I’m gonna stay here and take a nap, maybe join in the afternoon,” you told those around you.

“Gwil’s not kicking you in his sleep is he? He used to do that to me all the time when we were kids,” Geraint said with a laugh.

You laughed lightly in response, “No, nothing like that. Just a restless night. Have fun you guys.”

Then you went to your room and laid down on the made bed, staring at the ceiling as you waited for everyone to leave. When you heard the door close and no more footsteps followed, you walked into the living room and flopped on the couch.

“Can we talk?”

You just about jumped out of your skin and looked around, realizing you hadn’t noticed that Gwil was sitting in the armchair across from the couch. You sat up and hid your face in your hands and heard Gwil walk over and sit by you.

Then you looked up at him painfully, “Can we actually just never ever talk about it?”

Gwil got worried; he had wanted to talk to you about your feelings for each other, but he didn’t know what to do if you were just going to shut him down.

“Why?” was all he could think to say, trying to get some explanation.

“Because it’s so embarrassing,” you replied, looking away from him.

Gwil got a bit peeved that you would say that and scoffed, “Embarrassing?”

Now you were confused. He should understand why you were embarrassed. Then it dawned on you that you might be talking about two different things. “Wait, what did you want to talk about?”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you,” he said with a huff. Then he took in a deep breath, “What I wanted to talk to you about is that I have feelings for you. I wasn’t sure to trust them at first because we’re so close and I worried about transference or whatever, but it’s not that, it’s you.”

You felt the embarrassment completely drain from your body, replaced with happiness at his words. Although you were a little surprised, you were more than relieved that he felt the same as you. Smiling, you took Gwil’s hand in yours and told him, “Me too. It’s you, my feelings are all for you.”

Returning your smile, and with nothing to stop him or interrupt him this time, he leaned in and kissed you. It was much slower and more delicate than the one in your dream, but it was also infinitely better with the real Gwil.

Moving your free hand to cup his cheek, you deepened the kiss softly, teasing your tongue along his lower lip. He opened his mouth, moving his tongue with yours. Even though it was gentle, it was a deep kiss and still took your breath away.

You pulled away after a minute and breathed, “Wow.”

Gwil smiled, pressing his forehead to yours and repeated, “Wow.”

Then your lips connected again and Gwil’s hands moved one to your hair and one to your back, keeping you close to him. You couldn’t believe in how long you had known each other you had never done this. It was quite possibly the best feeling in the world, Gwil’s lips pressed to yours, the drag of his tongue, his strong hands on you, and you didn’t want to stop. That is, until Gwil pulled away. You followed his lips and he gave you a quick peck but pulled the rest of the way away after.

You looked at him, waiting for him to talk so he said a little awkwardly, “So what are we?”

Nervous laughter from you followed his question and you gave him a look.

“Well, I just think it would be good to answer that before anything else happens,” he defended.

“No, you’re right, you’re right, I was just surprised. Normally I have this conversation after something else happens,” you joked and then took a deep breath. “I, for one, want it all. I want to date you, to be your girlfriend, to kiss you, everything else. I want everything with you.”

Gwil breathed out a sigh of relief, “I want everything with you too.”

“Good,” you smiled, leaning back in for a kiss. Gwil indulged you for a few seconds but pulled away again.

You frowned and pouted, “What now? Haven’t we talked about everything?”

“Well, there was one more thing. As your boyfriend now,” he said with a cheeky smile, “I’d like to know about the dream you had this morning. A dream, it seemed, that was about me.”

You facepalmed and felt your cheeks get warm again, “This is exactly what I didn’t want to talk about, it’s so embarrassing.”

“Well I was thinking that as your boyfriend I could maybe try to help you recreate it,” he said with a wink and you felt heat pool in your lower stomach.

“Okay,” you said breathlessly. Then you thought for a second, “But probably not in the kitchen.”

“It was in the kitchen?” Gwil asked, surprised and you nodded sheepishly. “No, maybe not in there. I do know of a nice big bed that we could use though.”

You smiled in excitement, standing up and pulling Gwil with you, saying flirtily, “Show me this bed.”

“As you wish,” Gwil said, grabbing your waist and picking you up. You squealed but wrapped your legs around his waist as his arms supported your thighs. Then he carried you down the hallway, your mixed laughter bouncing off the walls as you exchanged messy kisses on the way.

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