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babycap · 2 hours ago
your thing is being incredibly kind and supportive of everyone you interact with💖 (I can always count on you to hype me up and leave the sweetest comments on my fics)
mel, I’ve always got you!!! 💓 I love you so much, angel friend!
also, your new theme is so so soft and cute and sunshiney???! I love it 🥺
send me what my Thing™️ is—what am I known for on tumblr?
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mickey-henry · 9 hours ago
𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮
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pairing: bucky barnes x reader
summary: bucky falls asleep on your shoulder after an exhausting mission
word count: 1.8K
author’s note: hello! welcome to my fifth fic😊 I wrote this for @blackberrybucky’s writing challenge with the prompt “knowing my fate is to be with you” from abba’s waterloo. I’m eager to share this with you all! here's the playlist I made based on this fic. likes, reblogs, messages, replies, and comments are cherished! I hope you like it! 💖
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Finally back from his mission, exhaustion consumes Bucky like the night: all-encompassing and endlessly devouring. His head is heavy; it stings to keep his eyes open and burns when he tries to shut them. Tiredness envelops him like a weighted blanket—it takes more energy than usual to move underneath its ponderosity. He mindlessly stumbles to his room, anxious to strip the remnants of the mission away. He thoughtlessly throws his clothes into the corner of his room, bumbling toward the shower.
He’s desperate to remove this mission from himself, roughly scouring the grime off his skin, unsatisfied with his scrubbing until his skin reddens and prickles. He welcomes the discomfort—anything to distract from the pelting thoughts that ravage his psyche whole. Every little thing that went wrong loops in his mind. The chaotic rubber balls of thoughts slam around his skull, continuous and unyielding. Even the soothing pulse of the showerhead does little to relax him. He reluctantly redresses in a fitted black t-shirt and gray joggers. The ordinarily comforting cotton aggravates his skin; nothing feels right when he’s trapped in a state like this.
He grabs a beer from the fridge, the smooth alcohol trickling down his throat; its bittersweet silk does nothing to soothe his aching mind. He downs the entire bottle before remembering to shut the refrigerator door. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before heading back to his room, ready to crash for the night. His thoughts are an anchor, entangling his legs, pulling him deeper and deeper into the darkness. Nothing can haul him from the depths of himself.
Yet something does—you.
Muffled singing breaks the chains of his wretched state. Your voice brings a smile to his face—he instinctively knows you’ll pull him from the depths of his mind.
The irresistible gravitational pull of your soul draws him in like no other; resistance is futile. He fell into your gravity the day he met you. Since your introduction, he’s been inexplicably drawn to you, tugged towards your glowing spirit, like a moth to a flame, desperate for a glimpse of your fluorescence.
You’re the sun to his moon, the light to his dark, the joy to his pain—the two of you form a delicate dichotomy. His world changed for the better the day you met; you quickly became the luminescence of his life. He’s grateful for even a single ray of your sunshine.
Your effervescent glow, like sunshine on the ocean, makes him want nothing more than to dive into the depths of you. He hopes you can spare a bit of your light with him tonight.
He’s gently knocking at your door before he realizes what he’s doing, your melodies like a siren’s call. He pushes it open once he hears a muffled reply, taking a moment to admire you from the threshold.
You sit cross-legged on your bed, hugging a pillow as you stare engrossed at the movie playing on the television. A smile trickles across your cheeks as you look towards him.
“Hey blossom, can I join you?”
“Of course, Bucky,” you answer, scooting yourself over to make more room on the bed. You throw your lap pillow aside and pat the spot next to you. “There’s plenty of room.”
Bucky sits beside you, his arm lightly brushing against yours. Of course, you don’t mind the contact, but you feign ignorance, unsure how he feels about it.
“What are we watching?”
“Mamma Mia 2! It’s the best musical movie. The first one is great too, but something about the sequel really gets me. You haven’t missed much. Ooh, here comes the best part of this song!” you exclaim, straightening yourself as you prepare for the chorus. “Waterloo, I was defeated; you won the war. Waterloo, promise to love you forever more. Waterloo, couldn’t escape if I wanted to. Waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Waterloo, finally facing my Waterloo,” you softly sing, slightly embarrassed now that you have company. You glance to see Bucky’s reaction, noticing him smiling and shaking his head. You look at him quizzically. “What?”
He loves to watch you in your element: happy, bubbly, sincere. Your adorable heart passionately sings along to the movie. He’s never met someone so unapologetically themselves; he admires that quality about you. Your kaleidoscope eyes glimmer as a smile tugs at your lips. He’s never known someone more perfect than you. These ideas swirl around his mind at a million miles per hour. Of course, he voices none of this; instead, he smiles and says, “you have a lovely voice, blossom.”
You can’t help but blush, “Thank you.”
You continue to sing along, your gentle melody carrying throughout your bedroom. As enjoyable as the movie is, Bucky can’t help but watch you instead. A particular lyric sticks with him, an echo of his feelings: he couldn’t escape you even if he wanted to. He’s sure it’s destiny the two of you met; he’s so appreciative of your kindness and friendship.
After a few more scenes of the movie pass, you feel Bucky’s weight shift on your side—he falls asleep with his head perched on your shoulder. Your heart flutters in your chest; this is the most vulnerable Bucky has ever been with you. This small gesture means the world; you’re in awe that he’s comfortable enough in your presence to let his guard down.
Bucky’s head slides down from your shoulder. You gently guide his head into your lap, praying you don’t wake him. He remains asleep, his legs curling into his stomach as you situate him on your thighs. You softly stroke his soft brown hair, letting it run between your fingers, resting your arm on his bicep. The heat of his torso warms both your legs and your heart.
When you first met, Bucky’s eyes, haunted by a subtle sadness, drew you in unlike anything you experienced before. The torment behind his eyes and the pained expressions he hides in the daylight finally dissipate; he’s relaxed, happy, and at ease asleep in your lap. You’re relieved to see his anguish melt away.
In his slumber, he pulls your arm between his, gently hugging it and intertwining his fingers in your hand. Without thinking, you softly kiss his temple. Your cheeks burn as his lips curl into a smile from your touch.
You hope Bucky can feel the love spiriting through your veins. It shatters your heart knowing how Bucky sees himself: damaged and broken. You see past the cracks in his mirror; the beautiful reflection of his soul is clear to you: his pure, sweet, wholesome essence. You could stay in this moment forever, content and at peace, even with your arms and legs fast asleep.
Waterloo’s catchy melody echoes through your mind. It’s destiny that Bucky is here with you, in your arms, at peace for once in his unnaturally long life. You know he went through hell and back—a super-soldier lost in time. You can’t help but be thankful that through all the dark twists and turns of his life, it’s led him to you. He’s a beautiful friend; you’re so grateful to know him.
He wakes up as the credits roll, confused at the sense of serenity rushing through his veins. His head rests in your lap; he feels the gentle caress of your fingers as they circle through his hair. He’s surprised at the placidity; it’s been a long time since he’s felt this way.
He lays unmoving, desperate to stay in this moment for as long as he can.
His internal monologue usually goes on forever: never stopping, never ceasing. Even in his dreams, his thoughts follow and haunt him. The black hole that is his consciousness destroys everything it touches—ravaging peace and light.
But at this moment, in your lap, arms, and presence, his thoughts mellow.
His usual turbulent, reckless current of thoughts are now calm, gentle waves that softly kiss the scorching shore. He bobs up and down in the wave pool of his cognizance rather than swimming against a fierce riptide.
The calmness is overwhelming; the floodgates of his feelings come crumbling down. Suppressed emotions bubble to the surface, the lava-like torrent erupts his tranquility. Even as he feels everything at once, he feels secure because he’s with you.
God, he loves you so much. He wants nothing more than to profess his love; his heart screams and yearns for you. He knows he’ll be okay, though. Even if your love for him is only platonic—basking in your light is enough. Like the song you sang earlier, he promises to love you forevermore.
He selfishly indulges in this moment, memorizing how your fingers feel in his hair, how your thigh feels against his cheek, how your arm feels wrapped between his before you eventually let him go. He wishes this moment could last forever. He wouldn’t mind spending eternity with you; paradise is in your arms. He doesn’t feel like he’s holding the weight of the world anymore, all he’s holding onto in this moment is your soft arm.
The moment ends as he sniffles, surprised at the tears slowly trickling down his cheeks and embarrassed at his unexpected, visible vulnerability. He shifts to sit back up beside you. “I’m sorry for intruding on your space,” he whispers.
“It’s what you needed; it’s no problem, truly,” you reply with a smile. You wait until he looks you in the eyes to continue. “My door is always open if you need me. Don’t hesitate, Bucky, I mean it.” You angle yourself towards him, cupping his cheek and brushing the tears away with your thumb.
The kindness and love in your eyes surprises Bucky. He has never grown complacent to the way you look at him, adoringly, with light and joy in each glance. You are incredibly patient with him; you never push him to open up. Yet here you are as he bares his soul to you, unjudging and gentle.
“Thank you, blossom,” he answers. He knows your words are truthful, but he can’t help the swarm of insecurity buzzing its way through his mind. Although his words sound confident, his eyes are stormy with doubt.
Without hesitation, you press a gentle kiss on his brow, resting your forehead on his as you whisper, “I’m always here for you, I promise.”
He presses his lips gently into yours before he can refrain—a quick, chaste, and soft peck. You feel the heat spreading across his cheeks as his lips leave yours. Before he can turn away, you pull him back, softly kissing his pillowy pink lips. It feels perfect and passionate—everything you could ever dream of.
The universe signs its blessing in the stars, unifying your souls, a match made in the heavens.
Wrapped in each other’s arms, you both finally face your Waterloo.
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taglist (and some mutuals I think would be interested): @multiplums @midnightf @starryevermore @mardema @belladonnabarnes @millennial-teenybopper @starlightcrystalline @amelia-song-pond @nahthanks @elijahs-wife @leyannrae @champagnebuckyyy @babycap @lavender-fog @kinanabinks @justreadingficsdontmindme @barnesdogtags @writingsomewrongs @meetmeatyourworst @rebelemilu @winter-james @ritesofreverie @certainaesthetic @bloomingbucky @belowva @sableseb @bucksbestgirl @bvckysmoon @angeloniaa @thatsthethingaboutbucky @onceuponabarnes @gogolucky13 @amayatheowl @romantizzity @bubbly-moonwarrior @buckyblues @bucksfucks @mindingmyownbusiness @bloomingbucky @jurassicbarnes
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drysdale-barnes · 9 hours ago
Congrats on 1k! 💖 you deserve it so much!!
Also for the sleepover:
FMK Seb’s characters: Chris from Destroyer, Mickey Henry and tfatws!Bucky
I hope this hasn’t been asked
oh my godddd i love all of them😭😭
fuck - mickey (i just feel like he’d be sooo good in bed and i love his flirty personality. wouldn’t marry him tho bc lets be honest he’d be kind of a shitty boyfriend)
marry - tfatws!bucky - my love, my angel, the loml😭💞
kill - chris bby😭😭 i’m so sorry i love him (literally the only decent man in that movie) but it’s only by default he deserves appreciation too😣💞💞
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mickey-henry · 9 hours ago
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about me masterlist || spotify
name: mel
pronouns: she/her
age: 23
location: united states
star sign: aries
hobbies: I sing, I write, and make playlists
fav color: lilac (in general) and light pink (to wear)
fav musical artists: blackbear, jeremy zucker, spencer sutherland, alessia cara, lauv, halsey, panic! at the disco, harry styles, jon bellion
fav tv shows: the falcon and the winter soldier, supernatural, once upon a time, the flash, teen wolf, buffy the vampire slayer, brooklyn nine-nine
fav movies: alice in wonderland (2011), enchanted, moana, star wars, mamma mia (1 & 2), obviously marvel movies
fav books: the perks of being a wallflower & percy jackson
fun facts: I'm very passionate about bucky barnes and steve rogers.
note: I use an extensive tagging system for all characters, actors, and movies I reblog. here are a few that I frequently use that pertain to my content creation:
mel's musings ⟶ my commentary
mel's mail ⟶ my answered asks
mel's writing ⟶ my fics
queue the hell is bucky? ⟶ my queue tag
mickey henry's playlists ⟶ my curated playlists
mickey henry's headcanons ⟶ my headcanons
mickey henry's moodboards ⟶ my moodboards
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mickey-henry · 12 hours ago
exciting announcement! 🌟
hello everyone! because of the success of my 300 follower sleepover, I'm going to be hosting weekly ask theme days! here's what I'm planning:
moodboard mondays ⟶ I create a moodboard based on your blog, a character, or a general mood!
headcanon wednesdays ⟶ we discuss our fluffy headcanons for our favorite mcu characters! (bucky, steve, and sam are my main guys, but I'm open to other characters too)
playlist fridays ⟶ I curate a custom playlist based on a scenario, a character, or a general mood!
honestly, you can send these asks in any day of the week and I'll happily answer! this starts tomorrow, so if you have some playlist requests, feel free to send them in now! 😊 (also if you have ideas on what else I can do for these ask days please let me know)
tagging some mutuals who may be interested in participating or spreading the word (no pressure I promise): @babycap @midnightf @winter-james @belowva @lavender-fog @ritesofreverie @barnesdogtags @blackberrybucky @sableseb @certainaesthetic @multiplums @bvckysmoon @buckyblues @angeloniaa
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mickey-henry · a day ago
for the sleep over 💖 i see a lot of enemies to lovers and friends to lovers stories, which so you think is more likely for bucky? why?
hi thank you so much for this question; it’s a good one! (sorry I took so long to get back to you, I spent a lot of time thinking about my answer)
𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬: 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?
I think it would depend on which mcu era of bucky you’re referencing.
40’s bucky would be friends to lovers. I’ve read many fics where the reader is childhood best friends with steve, bucky, or both, and they fell in love that way. you might deny your feelings at first, but at the end of the day, you’d fall for your best friend. he would either be in love with you since childhood or one day look at you differently, realizing you’re the one for him.
the winter soldier would be enemies to lovers. you could be a hydra agent, a shield agent, an avenger, or maybe a rival assassin. I think the winter soldier is capable of love, but it’s buried deep down. I’ve seen brilliant soulmate fics with the winter soldier, which is fascinating.
civil war bucky is tough. he’s in a constant state of fight or flight, continually looking over his shoulder, and unable to trust anyone. I could see him meeting his match and growing to trust and love you over time. or, you could be someone he falls for right away who can pull him from the trenches of himself. he’d befriend you and you’d eventually fall in love with him.
wakanda bucky would be friends-to-lovers. he’s at peace in wakanda; there’s no one he would be enemies with. (i’m including infinity war bucky here since he’s there for like five minutes before getting dusted)
endgame bucky could be either. you could befriend him after steve leaves and help him move on and grow. or, he could hate you because you’re okay and happy while he isn’t. for an enemies-to-lovers in this scenario, bucky would project a lot of his feelings onto you, clouding his true emotions.
tfatws bucky could be either as well. I’ve read fics where bucky and the reader butt heads constantly, but grow to trust and love each other. this I could see if you meet bucky at the beginning of tfatws. I’ve enjoyed fics where bucky reluctantly befriends you (after encouragement from his therapist, yori, and/or sam) and ends up loving to spend time with and get to know you. however, if you look at the end of tfatws bucky, I see friends-to-lovers being more likely. he’s grown as a person and is much happier at this point. I don’t see him hating anyone anymore.
long story short, it depends on which of bucky’s eras you focus on. for my characterization of bucky, I see friends-to-lovers more likely. he’s too tired and trapped within himself to have the energy to hate anyone other than hydra and himself.
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my-mausoleum · a day ago
Ok, fuck all romance except
Todd and Neil
Alex and Henry
Laurent and Damen
Patroclus and Achilles
Meeks and Charlie
June and Nora (i will be taking no criticism)
Ari and Dante
Rufus and Mateo
Apollo and Hyacinth
Celie and Shug
Ennis and Jack
TK and Carlos
Buck and Eddie
Brittany and Santana
Simon and Bram
Victor and Benji
Ian and Mickey
Merlin and Arthur
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fandom-basurero · a day ago
Making It Up To You
Pairing: Mickey Henry x Reader
Word Count: 2.6K
Warning(s): implied smut*, angst if you squint, fluff, a slightly steamy ending
*please take this warning with caution!
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For the first time, we are dipping our toes into writing Mickey Henry!! I’m so so pumped for this one because I fell for Mickey HARD!! This ones a little bday love for the wonderful @karollbey !!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS BBY THIS ONES FOR YOU!!
Summary: After catching up with your friends, Mickey finds a way to surprise you for your birthday to make up for his irresponsible behavior this past month.
Masterlist is in bio!
“Thank you, guys. You guys come at the best times possible,” you say gratefully, grabbing your purse before you open the car’s door. 
“It’s not a problem, girl! You deserve birthday love!” Your friend exclaims before a smirk grows on her face. “While we’re here in Greece, when are you gonna finally let us meet that boyfriend of yours, huh?” 
“That’s right! You keep talking about him!” Your other friend chimes in. Seeing their excited faces, you give them a small smile. 
“Maybe when I hear about another block party or something I’ll let you guys meet him.” You respond to them. Opting not to push the subject further, the three of you exchange goodbyes before the two drive off, causing you to remember just what you’re dealing with now. Sighing, you slowly make your way through the door of the building and up the stairs, reaching in your bag to grab the keys for your’s and Mickey’s shared place. 
It has been rough for you the past two months, especially since you have been working overtime in order to meet the rent. You had felt bad enough knowing that Argyris had been generous to let Mickey and now you have the place, and even more so because there was trouble making it every month. One big problem was that Mickey was slacking. 
Yes, the DJ was charismatic, passionate, and very well happy with his job, but nonetheless, he was having difficulty meeting his half of the rent. As you trudged up the stairs, you replayed the conversation from last night.
“This is embarrassing, Mickey! Embarrassing! I literally had to tell Argyris that I can’t even pay the rent till next Friday!” You sigh, putting your phone away as your eyes locked with his. 
“Honey, it’s gonna be alright, Argyris understands, he knows we’re trying you know. He knows us.” He tries, trying his best to calm down your already worked up self. 
“Yeah, he knows us, but that makes things worse! I don’t want us to come off as irresponsible!” 
“No one’s saying you are, sweetheart, you’ve been trying your best-”
“Okay, I know I’m doing my part, but are YOU, Mickey?” 
Mickey gulps, a nervous yet charming smile forming as he reaches to hold your face in his palms. “I promise, baby, I’ll do my share this time around I prom-”
“Mickey, all you do is promise and then break it! It’s getting tiring that I’m trying to juggle these two jobs to make ends meet!” You argue, voice raising as the frustration does nothing but grow. Mickey gently hushes you as you let out frustrated tears, ringed hands leaving your face to embrace you. “I’m gonna find a way to make it up to ya I’m sorry. I’m sorry you feel overworked. I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.”
You purposely woke up earlier than usual to go about your day, thankful that talking with your friends had helped you simmer down a bit, especially on your special day. You were now in front of your door, nervous about whether or not there’d be tension between you and Mickey like last night. Well, here goes, you think, unlocking the door and going in. “Mickey?” You call out, quick to notice that the place was dim with nothing but the orange and yellow hues that were coming from the incoming sunset. It was quiet. Too quiet. Your eyes darted around the living room area, then in Hector’s unused room. 
“Mickey, you home?” You try to call out once again, tiptoeing cautiously to your shared bedroom, no one. There was one more room to go. You cautiously walked to Mickey’s music room, carefully opening the door to see nothing but black. 
“So dark in here,” you mutter to yourself, stretching your arm in the dark to find the light switch. You flipped the switch on, jumping in surprise when you see your boyfriend sitting on the bench in front of his keyboard. His party hat was cutely tilted to the side while he pulled the string of the small confetti popper, making a popping noise as the bunch of colorful confetti bursted into the air. “Happy Birthday!” He yelled to you excitedly, hands up in the air before they landed onto the keys of his keyboard. You could barely process what was happening, still in shock at the sight that you were met with just now. You didn’t realize that you had tears running down your cheeks as your boyfriend sang happy birthday to you in accompaniment with the chords that he was playing. You shook your head in denial, refusing to accept that your boyfriend was indeed singing happy birthday for you. You let out a gasp when you saw him pick up a cupcake with a candle from the desk next to his keyboard, using his lighter to light up the candle before carefully walking to you. You could only sniff, your smile not being able to be contained as your eyes met his. 
“Make a wish, sweetheart.” He whispers, his eyes never leaving yours. So you did, closing your eyes with your hands folded, with your wish in mind, you pucker your lips and blow the sparkling candle with a puff of air. You open your eyes smiling wider than before as you feel Mickey’s lips press gently onto yours. 
“You’re so crazy, got me crying over here,” you mutter teasingly, giggling as he wipes your tears away with his free thumb. 
“Ah, couldn’t help but surprise you on your special day. Made you dinner tonight.” He chuckles, pulling away when you gasp in surprise, eyes widened and eyebrows raised. 
“You didn’t!” 
“Did to! For once,” he replies, laughing at the last part alongside you. “I made us spaghetti. I know how much you love pasta, so I thought it'd be something I can do to make it up to you .” 
You squeal, pecking his lips excitedly before you hold his free hand, not hesitating to walk out of the mini studio to the kitchen. “Oh, you’re already succeeding, come on I’m hungry!” You exclaim. 
Mickey had charmed you through the night to say the least. From a wonderful conversation at dinner, to a little karaoke session in the studio, he had done nothing but make it easier for you to forgive him from last night’s conversation. It even felt as if the conversation had not happened at all. Everything he did for you only topped the last act of kindness of his. This next act was definitely something you didn’t expect. 
“Why don’t we take a drive to the beach? It’s gonna be sunset for sure.” He asks you, arms wrapped around your waist protectively as he had pulled away from a slow and passionate kiss you two shared. You could only raise your eyebrows in disbelief. Mickey couldn’t help but laugh and adore the way your eyes lit up at his suggestion, knowing how much the sea has become your favorite sight to see ever since moving to Greece. 
“Oh, I’d love nothing more.” 
In true Mickey fashion, he passed you your helmet (he was proud to have made that one), made sure you were secured behind him, and took off in his motor scooter. He knew better than to try talking to you during this drive. You were more than happy to know that he knew you that well, for you always enjoyed looking out at the horizon, admiring Greece in all its beauty as he zoomed through the roads and the cars. He had also let you enjoy the feel of the sea at your feet, holding your hand as you had kicked the water with joy. He loved watching you be this carefree, he loved being the reason that you were feeling this way. He didn’t like watching your face get worn out nearly 24/7 because of him. He felt a sense of guilt watching you always hold back your tears whenever you two argued about rent or Hector. He knew you were trying your best. Trying for yourself, trying for your family, and for him. 
That’s why he had made it a clear point to make your birthday a special one, so that you can see that he is trying too. Trying to be a better guy, trying to grow up, trying for you. “Enjoying yourself?” He asks, seeing you bend over to pick up a few pebbles knowing that you’d want to skip them. He had indulged himself with a few too, giving you time to formulate your response. 
“Way more than I’d like to admit,” you confess, throwing a pebble and watching it hop on the water’s surface. You look over at Mickey with a grateful smile on your lips. “I… I really am grateful to have you, you know.” You tell him seriously, your heart now racing when his blue eyes meet yours. “I’m sorry about bringing up rent the way I did yesterday,” you manage to let out, fiddling with the pebble in your hands. “I’m just worried… It's been hard to settle and I want to make things work, you know? I want us to work.” 
Mickey had nodded in understanding, cupping your face to make your eyes meet his again. “Hey, now. Enough of that talk, you are doing great okay? We’re here to unwind.” Your guilty look did not leave, however, he saw how you were trying to let it go. 
“But- mmm.” Your words were left up in the air as he gently pressed a quick kiss to your lips, pulling away with a soft smile on his face. “Nope! I told you we are here to unwind!” He argues playfully at you, smiling more when he sees your lips curl up. “That’s my girl. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.” 
You nod in agreement, relaxing into his palms. “Can we hug till the sun goes down?” You ask in a whisper. You smiled when Mickey accepted your request right away, arms returning to your waist, bringing you closer to him. You let your head rest on his chest, concentrating on the sounds of the waves crashing alongside his steady heartbeat, admiring the mixture of pink, orange, and blue as the sun slowly disappears and goes beneath the horizon line. It felt as if the peace that you had been searching for in Greece has been found today, the peace found from the presence of Mickey and the view of the beach allowing your body and mind to calm itself down from its anxious state. The peaceful aura only continued on the ride home, Mickey encouraging you to close your eyes and rest on his back, taking in the now cool wind as he rode you two back home. 
The next time you open your eyes is when you pass by the all too familiar road that lets you see not only the sea ahead, but also Greece in a different light. You can only look at it in awe as you watch the distant lights flicker, looking at your surroundings in newfound content until your eyes meet the back of Mickey’s head. You couldn’t help the butterflies that you had felt in your stomach at the thought and sight of the man in front of you, opting to hold him tighter to express your gratitude.
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“So how was your day today, sweetheart?”
You laugh at the now shirtless man that was standing beside your shared bed, shaking your head. “You’re talking as if you and I haven’t spent the afternoon and now evening together!” You sarcastically reply as you get comfortable in your pajamas, hopping onto the bed and under the blankets only for your boyfriend to follow suit.
“What? Can’t a guy ask how you’ve been through his time together with you? Come on, tell Mickey Henry how you’re feeling” He argues with a teasing smile, wrapping his arm around your waist over the blanket to bring you closer.
“I guess you can,” you giggle, before a pause takes over the room. “I’m grateful. Very grateful to be spending my birthday with you.” You hum, “I was alone on my birthday since moving to Greece. Last year I felt lonely. I was homesick. I wanted to have my friends or family to be here with me. Hell, I still do, lunch with my friends made me only realize how I’ve led a lonely life here and how much they mean to me. But… when you surprised me and did all these things, I realized… maybe I’m not as lonely as I make myself out to be.”
Mickey smiled at your response, humming in satisfaction as he leaned over to press a kiss to your head. You’re a fucking strong person for even making the move to try out life in Greece, let alone a life with me. If anyone deserves all the love, especially today, it’s you. I want to make it up to you from here on out.” He responds with sincerity, a small pause returning once again in the atmosphere before the playful glint in Mickey’s eyes return once again. “So does that mean I did great today for a start?” He asks you.
“It was okay,” you tease. You laugh when Mickey’s eyebrows raise, as if a challenge has been bestowed upon him. He only laughs, his body starting to crawl on top of yours, adjusting the blanket so it’s underneath you both. You laugh as he dramatically scoffs in disbelief, typical Mickey.
“Just okay?” He asks, scrunching his nose as he lets out a chuckle, watching you cutely squirm and squeal under him. “That’s not good enough.” He huffs, making you giggle. You naturally bury your hand in his hair, playing with it as the other caresses his back lightly and gently, up and down.
“I suppose it isn’t.”
“I got something’ that can help me figure out the truth from you.” Your eyebrows raise in interest, a smirk teasing to appear on your face. “Oh? What would that be?” You challenged him.
“This,” he breathes softly into your lips, leaning in to take up the rest of the gap between you both to lock lips with yours. You only sighed in content, lips parting to move with his soft ones, allowing that wave of warmth flowing from her lips to her toes. All thoughts have been silence, for all she can think and feel was his lips and tongue against hers, his hands slipping under your shirt to have more of you. You whined when he pulled away, a smirk now adorning his face knowing that he got you in his trap. You were now left wanting more. “Changed your mind?” He asks breathily, his hands continuing to lightly trace your upper body underneath your shirt, causing a small whine to nearly leave your lips. “You have me feeling like I’m on cloud 9, from the studio till now,” You admit breathily. You felt like you were still in that daze, as if you were daydreaming. You felt like you were floating whenever you were with Mickey, his cologne had overtaken your senses and the sight of his swollen lips and his pupils blown up with lust had become your main point of focus. Your heartbeat only raced even more at the sight of his growing smirk.
“What if I told you…” he starts, eyes remaining on yours as his hands begin to wander in the places that he knew would make you easily fall apart. “That I had one more surprise gift incoming for you, right now?”
Another wave of warmth had made its way throughout your body, the heat settling on the place where your body begged to be touched. You were done playing games with Mickey, done resisting the thought that has been floating in your mind since the change of the atmosphere. You only knew one thing: you wanted him, all of him. You wanted him to love you and you wanted to feel all of it.
“Then I’d tell you to make sure that you surprise me.”
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mickey-henry · a day ago
for the sleepover: headcanons about what living with steve, bucky and sam would be like
living with the golden trio? please sign me up!!
𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐦
oh my goodness, living with these boys would be a BLAST
there would never be a dull moment
first of all, these boys have HUGE appetites
there would be a plethora of food stuffed in the fridge and cabinets—enough food to feed a small village
the four of you try to have a sit-down dinner together at least once a week, which consists of a thanksgiving-level spread (i’m talking like five side dishes, two main dishes, and three desserts)
there’s never any leftovers; your boys are hungry
sam would love to play just dance with you
he’d get cocky when he scores higher than you, bragging about how he can woo the ladies with his sick moves
steve and bucky play sometimes too, but they take a lot more convincing
the boys collectively own as many toiletries as you do
they each use their own shampoo, conditioner, and soap (no three-in-ones)
the shower caddy is stuffed to the brim with products
thank goodness they recognize the importance of proper hygiene, living with three boys could’ve been nasty
not that you’ve ever brought it up, but you’re 90% sure steve uses some of your products sometimes (you smell lavender after he’s showered, which is your signature scent)
steve suggests the sappiest movies for your group movie nights. he’s unashamedly watched pride and prejudice with you multiple times. he claims he just wants to keep you company when you know he wants an excuse to watch the movie again.
the boys flirt with each other? like a lot? they’re always hyping each other up, smacking each other’s asses, leaning in for almost kisses and laughing it off
bucky is much better at flirting with sam and steve than any girl
sam is a masterchef. he is utterly obsessed with those cooking shows—he’s always trying a new recipe
steve is a wonderful artist—he proudly displays his work all around the shared apartment
he makes the most precious gifts for birthdays and special occasions. one of your most prized possessions is the painting he made for your birthday
a few months after you moved in, he insisted on painting a family portrait of the four of you. he had a blast making it look like those outrageous family pictures from an 80’s department store
bucky is always tinkering with something; nothing stays broken for long. who needs a handyman when you’ve got him?
you and sam are up to date on all of the internet trends (sam’s got his nephews to keep up with; he doesn’t want to be out of the loop)
bucky and steve usually have no clue what you’re referencing
you’ll sing trending tiktok sounds all around the apartment
most recently, sam walked in to the kitchen singing, “there’s only one thing you can expect from me and that’s the unexpected.”
you continue, “‘cause i’m an international super spy”
and the both of you yell, “SUPER SPYYYYYYYY” at the top of your lungs
bucky and steve share a concerned and confused glance
man, living with the boys would be a dream come true
join the sleepover! only one more day left!
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slutforbuck · 2 days ago
Peter Pan Part 5 -- Mickey x Reader
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5
The salty air blew your hair across your face as you leaned back in the sand. “Thank you for bringing me out today Mickey.” “Anything for you Sugar.” You turned to watch as he flopped down next to you, button down shirt flying open in the wind, dark shades covering his beautiful ocean blue eyes, and his signature carefree smile blessing his face. Smiling contently as he pulled you to his side, the two of you sat in silence, looking out over the ocean. You were so at peace that you thought you may fall asleep, but Mickey noticed this before you did. A mischievous smile crossed his lips and he grabbed you by the waist and ran towards the water with you in his arms. “Mickey!” You laughed as a cold wave crashed over the two of you, knocking you off your feet. Mickey never let you go and hooked your legs around his waist to keep you from floating away. “You looked like you needed to wake up.” His ocean blue eyes stared down at you, his nose crinkling slightly as he grinned at you, now drenched in water. You laughed as you gently slapped his arm, “You ass! I was awake!” “You looked pretty out of it to me.” He laughed and threw you into an oncoming wave. When you popped back up from under the water, you dove for him, “I was totally awake. Not at all daydreaming about all the things you did to me last night.” Mickey groaned as you wrapped your legs around him, anchoring yourself again. “You know we have a party tonight. How adventurous do you wanna be?” The two of you smirked at each other before heading back to the shore to leave.
“Miiickkk!! What time are we leaving?” Lean, muscled arms wrapped around your waist, and Mickey rested his chin on your shoulder in the crook of your neck. “Depends on if you want to have a little fun before we leave.” Finishing up, you turned yourself in his arms and held his face in your hands. “Come on, you promised me a long ride.” With a quick kiss on the cheek, the two of you were out the door. The party was in full swing by the time of you strode in. Mickey’s arm was draped softly around your waist, and you immediately began swaying to the music. “Mick dance with me!” Laughing, he pulled you against him, spinning you until you were dizzy. The last spin sent you straight to the bar, where you fell onto a stool trying to catch your breath. You ordered drinks for yourself and Mickey, and looked back out to the crowd looking for his unmistakable blue eyes. Before you could down your shot, your eyes connected with his and your jaw dropped. Wishing that you could chalk it up to him being drunk, you turned to face the bar, downing both drinks you had ordered. I can’t believe he’s already kissing some tramp. We’ve been here maybe fifteen minutes and he’s SOBER. Well two can play at that game. You stood, adjusting your clothes so that more skin could be shown. Every man you saw had his eyes trained on you, and a smirk stayed plastered on your face. You found one of the most intimidating looking men, and pressed yourself against his chest. He had no arguments, and his hands quickly found their way to your ass, pulling you closer and roughly kissing you. Suddenly you were pulled away from the breathtaking kiss, and pushed to the side. Once you regained your balance, you saw Mickey and the man standing toe to toe. Internally you groaned and pushed Mickey out of the way. “Back off Mick.” “Are you really going to do this to me Y/n? You were all over this guy!!!” A heavy hand came down on your shoulder, letting you know that if he needed to, he could handle Mickey for you. “We can discuss this later. But right now, I’m having a good time. A lot like the fun you were having with your tongue down that slut’s throat and your hand working its way up her skirt.” With the last words dripping with anger, you turned sharply on your heel, pulling your new friend behind you.
A warm breeze accompanied the soft sunlight coming in through the windows of the unfamiliar room you woke in. You rolled to your side and saw the man from last night, and all the memories of what happened came flooding back. Quietly you slipped out of the bed and pulled your clothes on, hoping to be gone before the man woke up. Luckily his apartment was on the first floor, and you snuck out through his patio. Your bare feet touched the cool concrete and you made your way to the nearest café. The squealing of breaks made you jump, and you turned to cuss the driver. Before you could get words out, you noticed it was Argyris. He leaned over and pulled you into the car. “Where the hell have you been? Mickey called me this morning saying you never came home last night.” “Like he’d care.” You scoffed at the mention of his name. “What happened korítsi? He said you disappeared with some guy, you didn't come home. You haven't answered your phone when I’ve called.” Tears welled up in your eyes and you turned to face the window. “Where are you taking me?” Hearing the crack in your voice, Argyris’ voice softened, knowing you needed time before you could explain why you were upset. “I was thinking the beach?” Through the tears that had began to fall, you smiled and gave Argyris a small kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”
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starryevermore · 2 days ago
captain america: the winter soldier & guardians of the galaxy for the mcu fanfic asks💖
captain america: the winter soldier - what’s the hardest part about writing fanfiction?
honestly? writing the fanfiction. well, I guess it's more of planning the fic. most of the time, I just have snippets of ideas floating around and I'm just scrambling to build something around it. like, when I write, I just have pieces of dialogue or description popping into my head and I have to figure out a way to make it all connect which is a lot harder than it should be lmaoo
guardians of the galaxy - be honest. would you want someone from marvel to read your fics?
oof. that's a tough one. I wouldn't be upset if anyone from marvel read one of my fics, though there are some (mostly the smut) that I don't want them anywhere near. but that's mostly like a "if they find it on their own" kinda thing. I don't think I'd ever be like "omg omg I want chris evans to read this fic I wrote about steve!!", ya know?
send me marvel fanfic asks
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barnesdogtags · 2 days ago
yeah, we talk about getting older / used to be level with all my friends / coming back to life / took a deep breath in the mirror / i never thought that i would find out
send me a ‘hi’ and i'll shuffle my playlist, write down the first line of five songs and give it to you as a poem
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mickey-henry · 2 days ago
Congrats on your follower count! I love your stuff (I reblob you at mindingmyownbusiness) AND I’ve been following your playlists! They are great! If it’s not too late could I get one for the sleepover? Something mellow that would be playing in the background of the bookstore where of course Bucky and I met and fell in luvvvvv would be amazing please and thank youuuu 🥰
thank you so much elizabeth!! I truly appreciate your reblogs and love of my work! 💖here's a mellow playlist for you! I hope you like it😊
join the sleepover! there's one more day left!
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elijahs-wife · 2 days ago
captain america: the first avenger for the ask game💖
thank you for the ask mel!!💘
captain america: the first avenger - what’s your fanfic reading pet peeve?
oh gosh— if it's a series and the reader gets pregnant too early. too many spelling errors that could have been easily fixed by autocorrect or just a final proofread. when the character is too ooc (part of why i don't enjoy dark fics very much). there's probably more 😅
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fandom-basurero · 2 days ago
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elijahs-wife · 2 days ago
I always think of "whenever you need me" when I see your username on my dash💖
read: whenever you need me
i'm honestly so happy that this fic resonated with so many people— thank you mel bb 🥺💗
what fic do you associate with my url?
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mickey-henry · 2 days ago
for the sleepover - a playlist based on the vibes you get from me? 🥺
yay more playlists!! I got you cassie💖 since we seem to have so much in common, hopefully our music tastes overlap! here's a collection of some of my favorite songs; I hope you like it😊
join the sleepover!
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babycap · 2 days ago
yay sleepover!! (I know this is early, but I have work tonight and I don’t want to forget to send this in)
okie dokie for the blurb about me: I love to sing, I love kids, i’m a hopeless romantic (as you can tell from my writing), I have so much love to give and like no one to give it to, and I have definitely fallen in love with multiple fiction characters before. i’m unfortunately attracted to men (if that’s what you meant by preference). of course you already know who my favorites are, so if you genuinely ship them with me, i’ll be STOKED (and very curious as to why) 🥰
congrats again on 1k followers ilysm!! 💖
hello, mel! thank you so much, angel!
💖 - rom-com; fuck, I love a good romantic comedy! send me a 💖, along with a blurb about yourself and your preferences, and I'll ship you with a MCU character!
I ship you with Thor!
I feel like Thor just has really boundless, sweet puppy energy, and him and that energy about him would be a perfect match for you in so many ways. I think he’s just a really fun, light-hearted, spirited guy most of the time (of course, he’s had his troubles), and he’d be just really enthused and enthralled by you and your upbeat nature and your signing. I think he’d constantly be asking you what song it is that you’re singing and if you could teach it to him.
And even though we haven’t really seen it in the MCU, I also have a feeling that kids would really love Thor. He has such a cool, nonchalance about him that kids are just really drawn to in general. They’d ask him a million silly questions, and he’d answer them as seriously as possible, and you and the kids would just die laughing at the way he’s worded things. I could see him taking home their drawings of lightning and just taking them up on your fridge, chuckling to himself in the mornings when he’s getting eggs or milk from it to make you breakfast.
I also think Thor has proven time and time again his loyalty and his endless capacity to love—he loves his brother and his mother and his father, despite everything, and he loves them fiercely and deeply. He loves Asgard and Midgard, having fallen in love with earth and it’s people easily and quickly. He also clearly loves the Avengers, despite the little time they actually spend together in canon. I think he’d be the type of person not only that you could just love and love and love, but he’d earnestly love you and treasure you and really appreciate you—as you are, because that’s the thing about Thor, he really meets people where they’re at.
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officiallytjhammond · 2 days ago
Hey, aren’t you a little cute stuff? Color me turquoise. - @officiallymickeyhenry
turquoise - do you like being in the sea? which is your favourite sea side town to visit?
Hi! Oh, thank you ☺️🥺. I do like being in the sea. When I'm not on a binder it can be relaxing. I really enjoy Barton-on-Sea, Hampshire.
Color Asks
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certainaesthetic · 2 days ago
BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER SAM?!? yes please!! oh my gosh. you could base it on that victorious song “best friends brother” which is ICONIC
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