#FRIENDS TO LOVERS BABYYYYYYY

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Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Three Hundred

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot: Bucky always makes sure his best friend is okay, because that is what you need. He's caring, but very passive and nonchalant, because you need it. Not him. He doesn't need that. He doesn't need you. Does he?

Warnings: 18+. Fluff and smut.

Words: 5,8OO

Your head is feeling heavy. Heavier than normal. The mellow music in the background, the rumble of the voices of your trusted friends around you and the warmth radiating from Bucky pressed against your side, all make you feel like you might go cross-eyed if you continue to pry your eyes open when they so desperately want to close.

It has been a busy week of non-stop assignments. You got up early every morning to prepare and brief each other towards the operation, then tiring yourself out during the complicated missions that required most people on the team to get involved, and if you were lucky, you’d be home just in time to collapse into your puffy bed, unable to crawl under the sheets or change your clothes. It was incredibly fun to let out your energy and be together with the entire team again, but the week is catching up to you and Natasha’s idea of having a ‘boozy night in’ backfired greatly.

Your muscles are tight with tension and your cheeks are glowing with fatigue. But you have buried yourself in the corner of the couch, Bucky’s frame blocking you from the rest, so you can comfortably swim in the atmosphere of peace and relaxation around you. As fun as the back-to-back missions had been, there were a few close calls and you never really process the relief that comes from getting out alive until all of you are sat together, talking, laughing and most importantly… unharmed.

“I’m not carrying you to bed,” Bucky grumbles under his breath, taking another swig of his beer as he keeps his eyes on Thor who is telling some strange story about a man made of stone and a creature made of blubber. You kind of clocked out after the words ‘sex club on this purple-blue planet’, which was shame because you wanted to know what it was, but you couldn’t possibly comprehend those stories at this hour.

“Yeah, I know. Just… Just wake me up,” you murmur, your voice soft and breathy as you tilt your head to rest on his shoulder, the soft jitters of his arm making you hum in delight. The bulging pressure of Bucky’s frame against your side has you struggling not to bury yourself into him as far as you possibly can.

Your best friend sighs softly, biting back a smile when you nominate him to cuddle up against. He might not be someone who likes to touch and be touched, but you always found your sneaky little ways to make him tolerate it. He couldn’t possibly pry his sleepy friend off him to fend for herself when she can barely form a coherent sentence, could he?

“Alright. I’m waking you up. Go to bed,” he orders, his voice strict, and you sit up before he can shake you off. Swallowing hard, you pry your eyes open with all your might, making Bucky turn his head to you with eyebrows raised in amusement at your devastating state.

He had already noticed earlier how your heartbeat had slowed to a heavy thump, your breathing evening out and the goosebumps appearing on your skin as the heat seeped from your body with the last remnants of your energy. He may or may not have let it happen instead of offering you the blanket on his other side so that you would nudge into his side a little. Bucky, too, found comfort in making sure his friends were around and well after a week as intense as the one they just had.

Especially you. You always have your shit together and manage just fine – in your own way that sometimes had Bucky baffled, but it seemed to work for you. Yet somehow he wanted you to relax around him. It wasn’t something he realised until it had sort of already happened, but he wanted to be the person that would allow you to let your guard down. And he is. If Bucky even captures the slightest sign of you faltering or stumbling, he’ll make sure he is just within reach in case you need him to fall into. Literally and figuratively. Like your safe haven.

And sometimes a look was enough. He didn’t even have to smile at you – thank God he didn’t – but sometimes you would frantically look around and your eyes would fall on Bucky (after he swiftly inserted himself into your sight) and your shoulders would sag. You’d give him a tight smile and return to your task with your mind at ease. He sometimes chuckled at just how easy it was to make you relax.

But never would Bucky admit that he needs to see that look of ease on your face or he will crumble and fall into a pit of disfunction. He doesn’t want to think about what would happen if something ever were to happen to you. He doesn’t need anyone. He never did. He’s just making sure you’re okay, because you need it.

“Yeah…” you mutter and push to a stand, blinking rapidly to fight the sleep in your body as you ready yourself to make way to your bed.

“I knew you’d be the first to fold!” Thor bellows with a laugh, his story interrupted and everyone turning to you, and you wave him a dismissive hand as you drag your feet over the carpet.

“We can’t all be tireless Gods,” you retort with a little less fire in your voice than you intended, making everyone breathe different octaves of soft laughs.

But you stumble over your feet, or maybe someone else’s, and fall into Steve’s lap with a gasp. He quickly steadies you with broad hands on your waist and Bucky is on his feet instantly. His hands wrap around your shoulders as he steers you away from the group.

“That’s enough outta you. Come on, sweetheart.” Bucky chuckles and you sway lightly as he walks you to your room. Falling face first into your bed, Bucky grimaces at you with a disapproving shake of his head, peeling your shoes off.

“You have got to start making your bed,” he scolds you as you crawl up to the pillows and he throws the duvet over you.

“Just because you’re a neurotic Super Soldier with endless amounts of energy to make your goddamn bed, doesn’t mean you get to judge my life style.” Your grumble is close to incoherent and open your arms wide, “Now shut up and come cuddle.”

“Absolutely not.” He huffs, but you catch onto the sleeve of his blue Henley, pulling him towards the bed. He stumbles and topples over you, giving you a death glare as he raises his face, but you quickly capture him under the blanket and crawl into his side.

You purse your lips to stop the devious smile tugging at them, knowing that a powerful and trained Super Soldier wouldn’t let himself be pulled into a bed by a flimsy piece of fabric, unless he wanted to. So you bury your face into his shoulder and squeeze him as his scents engulfs you, warmth glowing against you like a furnace.

“Such a baby,” you mumble and wait for his stiffness to dissipate, humming softly when he gives in by wrapping his metal arm around your back and stroking his flesh fingers through your hair.

“I hate you,” he grumbles and sinks down, both of you laying in a heap of limbs into the softness of your bed as you finally let the endless depths of your subconscious submerge you.

As long as you’re okay.

…

“You okay, Buck?” you ask with a gentle frown when see him slump from his bathroom with a towel around his neck. He’s wearing simple leisure wear, nothing more than some sweats and a white t shirt and it makes your insides warm with how huggable he looks. Though it seems that if anyone needs the hug, it’s him.

“Yeah. Just a rough few nights.”

“Hmm…” you hum softly and turn on the sofa to face him. “Wanna watch movies tonight instead of trying to fall asleep?”

“All night?”

“Sure. Yeah, why not?”

“You can’t stay up all night…” he drawls, reining in the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You cheer silently at the sight and the first hint of his happiness.

“Sure I can! Oh, come on… I have to defend my honour now. I can easily pull an all-nighter.” You try to sound convincing, but Bucky raises his brows in an unimpressed glare.

“Liar.”

“So, you’re in?” you ask hopefully and you can see the soldier faltering.

“Can’t be worse than staring at my ceiling,” he admits with a shrug and flings the towel to the side before slumping into the sofa next to you. This side of the compound was usually empty around this time, most of the crew having retreated to bed or having settled to hang out in one of the larger common rooms. But Bucky and you enjoyed basking in each others’ silence sometimes, a little further away from the group. Not that you are the silent type. But Bucky doesn’t mind.

“What kind of movies do you like?” you ask him, already flicking through the multiple apps on the TV that could stream your next movie.

“I don’t know,” and he doesn���t really care. He isn’t here to watch a movie, he is here to drag you to bed when you inevitably fall asleep. He’d pretty much watch anything. It’s not that you fall asleep all the time and he is like the babysitter to send you to bed, but he rarely slept the way you could, so he always ended up the last to be awake. Little does Bucky know, you rarely sleep the way you do when Bucky is around.

“What do you mean you ‘don’t know’? Aren’t you supposed to have a list of movies to watch to fit into this century?” you frown up at him, referring to his little culture list in Steve’s old notebook.

“Steve’s book? Yeah, no. That would be a list of my victims,” he tells you dryly and you punch his arm, making him chuckle. You truly are the only one he can joke to about that. He would choke the life out of most people for referring to something so personal, but the traumas that constantly seem to roil and simmer inside of him, quiet down to a quiet lake of emotion whenever you touch upon it. His bones and muscles slacken when you merge gently with his old pains.

“Alright, funny man. What’s it going to be? Action or Disney?”

“Disney? Really?” His brows relax when he looks at you, a stoic look on his face to dare you to get him to watch a Disney movie.

“You know the fairy tale of Rapunzel?” You grin like a fucking child at him and he narrows his stare to stop the alternative from creeping up on his features.

“Yes…” He retreats his face warily as he waits for you to elaborate on your bold choice.

“Oh, you’re going to love Tangled!”

“Isn’t that a kids movie?” He frowns.

“It’s a fucking masterpiece.”

…

“You’re drooling over a cartoon,” he mumbles, eyes still on the screen.

“Flynn is the love of my life. Now shut up,” you spit at him, fumbling a full claw op popcorn from his lap as you watch intently. Bucky’s breath hitches at the faint rumble above his crotch and he scrunches his eyes shut for a moment, deciding to redirect his energy from between his legs to teasing you further.

“You buy into that whole grumpy guy, sunshine girl -bullshit?” he grumbles, judgement clear in his voice as his stare remains on the bright screen.

You turn to him with you mouth hanging open and a stupid heat creeping up your cheeks. How does he know about that? Something that specific…

“How do you…?” you stammer and he gives you an unimpressed glare.

“Read some of your books and saw some shit on the internet.”

“What side on the internet are you on?” you question him further, attention no longer on the animated motion picture. You’ll get back to the book thing, not yet ready to confront him about that. There are more important matters at hand.

“What do you mean?” he feigns a frown with a playful smirk and you narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. This stubborn, innocent and old man would not indulge into modern culture. Surely, not…

“N-never mind…” you mutter after a brief silence. You decide not to even try and explain the different sides of the internet to your friend.

“I’m the sunshine in this relationship, you know,” Bucky mutters after a long silence and you snort a laugh, making him chuckle as soon as he hears your delight.

“Obviously.”

…

Curled up on the sofa, you pull your knees up to your chest, nose buried so far into your book, you can’t see anything but the black words on the worn pages. You should know better than to read this …filth in public, but the chapter snuck up on you and you can’t. stop. reading.

He dropped to his knees, eyes drawn up to watch her as his palms slid up the back of her calves. Slowly, so slowly, his hands glided further and further up until they slipped under the hem of her dress. Fuck – you’ve waited over three-hundred pages for this. His mouth came closer and the pounding between her legs increased with every inch he stole from between them. She remembered his lips. The feel of them on her own. Oh, to feel them somewhere else… doing that thing with his tongue. Her knees nearly buckled, if it weren’t for his stare pinning her down.

“Hey.”

You nearly fling the book to the other side of the smaller common room at the sound of Bucky’s voice and clench your thighs to will the pounding between your own legs to settle down already. But your wide eyes have already been caught by Bucky and his brows are raised with amusement, the crinkles in his face not helping your little situation.

“What are you reading? Didn’t hear me come in?” he asks, slowly walking over and crossing his arms over his chest. He looks like he already knows, his dominant glower at your hunched frame in the corner of the couch challenging you. Lie to me, I dare you, his eyes seem to say as they glitter with mischief.

“No. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in,” you easily deflect his first question. “You and your trained sneaking methods.”

Closing the book and hiding it in your lap, you swallow hard as if resetting your feelings, the whining disappointment of being interrupted in the middle of that scene.

“What are you reading?” he tries again and you remain your empty gaze on him, thinking so hard of any answer to give him.

“A book.”

“Duh. What kind of book?”

“…Romance.”

“Romance?”

“Yes.”

He stays silent for a moment, his gaze rolling over your features. It isn’t often he allows himself the pleasure of someone else’s discomfort, but it is just too fun with you. And he isn’t stupid. He had to wait in your room once while you were still taking a shower, because you are always so slow when you shower, and he couldn’t help but snoop a little at the time. There was a time he used to enjoy reading a lot, it helped him get more familiar with all the languages he was trained in. Though he had never considered the light and bright storylines that were scattered through your bookcases. Bored, he had leafed through one of them and halted abruptly when his trained eye caught some disturbingly distinct words that he had only seem in a porn site search bar.

So he knows the kind of books you read and has to rein in his wonder at the balls you had for reading that in public, rein in his chuckle because of course you would get a kick out of reading that shit in public. Bucky never thought you were the innocent type, he knows better than that. The dirty nonsense that would leave your mouth after a drink, or when you’re too tired to think of the consequences, told him plenty.

He liked it. Bucky didn’t really allow himself to indulge in fantasies like you could and hadn’t been able to admit to his preferences when you asked him about it those few times. He had done some sexual stuff after returning from Wakanda, but it had always been a bit hasty and vanilla, too uncomfortable for his liking. He silently curses himself, because of course he is uncomfortable. It’s a trait he might never shed, but the things he would do if he could just let loose for once. That thought alone could send his cock skyward.

“You’re reading porn again, aren’t you?” He cocks an eyebrow at you and you let out a nervous laugh, opening your mouth to say something, but deciding against lying in the end.

“Way to expose me, Barnes.” You roll your eyes and he grins widely at you.

“It’s the way you are pressing your legs together that is exposing you, sweetheart,” he taunts, his voice having dropped an octave, and you stiffen at his words. Bucky has never acknowledged anything sexual, even when you so openly talk about it all the time, and it surprises you how natural it sounds rolling off his tongue.

“I wasn’t doing that,” you murmur, a tad shy all of a sudden.

Bucky tilts his head at you. “You telling me you’re not thoroughly turned on right now?”

“Bucky!”

“Oh, come on! Indulge me,” he nudges your knee with his metal hand and it shoots electricity up the limb to flutter in your belly. “Read it to me.”

“What?”

“Show me what the hype of written porn is about.” He shrugs and leans sideways against the back of the sofa, crossing his arms over his chest. “I can’t imagine it is better than watching it on video.”

He’s lying. Bucky likes porn as much as most men, but it is a quick fix. He can definitely see the appeal in dragging out the build up and reading from someone’s point of view. But admitting that wouldn’t get you all squirmy and uncomfortable and he finds he quite likes to tease you about this stuff. You always tease him, why not return the favour?

“Absolutely not,” you breathe.

“Pussy.”

“Bucky, I am not reading porn to you, are you insane?!”

But Bucky has already noticed your determined answer and he is too impatient to play this out a bit longer, so he quickly snatches the book from your hold and dives off the sofa, almost roaring a laugh at the impossibly slow response time you have to his actions.

Opening the book to the last page you ended on, he increases the distance between you as his eyes search the words. “She remembered his lips. The feel of them on her own. Oh, to feel them somewhere else… doing that thing with his tongue. Her knees nearly buckled, if it weren’t for his stare pinning her down,” he starts, his voice husky as he reads. “His eyes darkened as they finally landed on her throbbing, warm, aching –”

“Bucky!”

“ –cunt,” he smirks and tries to focus on the words in front of him, even though he suddenly realises who he is picturing as the girl in the book, his brain having latched onto the first person in his thoughts. “She felt as if she might pass out when she felt the fiery trail that the tip of his tongue traced up her bare thigh. So slow, so painfully slow. She couldn’t help the pulsating wave contracting her weeping pussy, another when he dragged his index finger through her folds.” Fuck, this fucking book. “His cock twitched at the feeling of her and the simple sound of the hitch in her breath. He couldn’t help but dip his finger in slightly. Just to test the waters, feel her around his digit. Scorching hot and fluttering with need…” Bucky drifts off.

“Bucky, please stop?” You ask him and his eyes, dark and heavy, snap to your frame on the couch. Your voice has dropped significantly and Bucky can’t help but notice the strangeness in your tone, pleading him to stop reading. Not because you’re embarrassed, no, but because it was turning you on.

And Bucky can’t help but let his nostrils flare as he inhales deeply, the air around him thick with your arousal. He can’t possibly make the distinction of whether you are turned on by the book, or by him, but he finds himself slowly caring less. Something tugs at him again. In his chest, his belly, his cock.

You’re uncomfortable. Horny and uncomfortable, aching and needy. He can read it on your face. And Bucky’s protective instinct can’t help but instantly want to make sure you’re feeling better. As opposed to the normal situations, a back rub, a nap, or a glass of water won’t help you this time.

And there you are. This wonderful, comfortable, beautiful person. Always teasing him, making his life better by making it worse. And something he hasn’t realised until now, a person who is completely and utterly… sexy. That sparkle in your eyes, those fleshy thighs, your lips, your hair, your everything. And your mind, especially. How it takes his body nothing to instantly respond to you, like an answer to your call.

Right now, you are calling again. Calling for pleasure and relief. Bucky’s legs stiffen to stop him from marching over and answering that call like he answers all the others.

“I’ll stop,” he replies stoically, shutting the book gently and walking over to you. He reaches out the book for you to take, but when your hands, albeit hesitantly, wrap around the cover, Bucky doesn’t let go and tugs both your hands to him slightly. “Is that what you want?”

His eyes are piercing into yours and you nod frantically, “Yes, I can’t take you reading any longer.”

He clarifies, “I mean the book. The scene – is that what you want?”

Your brows pull together and you search his face, disappointed to be unable to read it. “To have someone eat me out? Yeah… I can’t say I would mind it.”

Those words, followed by your breathy chuckle has Bucky’s fingers curl until his nails dig into the cover of the book. You talked about sex with him sometimes, but to hear you name such a filthy and delicious act so plainly? He doesn’t know how much more he can take. Is that what you felt when you heard him read? Because he will read you a bedtime story every night if this is how it makes you feel.

Bucky reluctantly lets go of the book and takes a seat on the other side of the sofa, running his hand through his hair as he takes a deep breath.

“Then why not go and get it?” he asks, staring ahead even if he feels your eyes burn into his side.

“No one will live up to the expectations of a book, Bucky,” you sigh and Bucky hates his name on your lips like that. Filled with disappointment. Absolutely hates it.

“Sure they do,” he shrugs and finally decides to face you, “all you need is that build-up.”

You swallow hard and your chest freezes with an inhale. “A build-up?”

“Yes,” he hums. “Those three-hundred pages of tension, a little teasing, some dirty talk…”

You roll your eyes with a low laugh. “Right. How realistic of you, Bucky.”

He likes that tone a lot more. His name from your mouth like that. Like he might be one of your favourite people. “Easy to get, sweetheart. We have a whole lot more than three-hundred pages under our belt.”

The nickname and the simple insinuation of his words make you curl up tighter in the cushions. You do. You have plenty of build-up. Plenty of teasing and tension, as far as you are concerned. But you never considered your friend to have experienced the same thing. You felt like a burden to him, always seeking him out and him grumbling as he helped you. But you could endlessly wonder. Or you could ask. Who is he to be putting you on the spot?

“What are you suggesting, Bucky?” you ask, even daring to sit up and lean in closer slightly. You should have expected him to not recoil too easily though. He wouldn’t even show you a weakness, despite your close relationship. No, he would lean into whatever you would give him.

“I think you know what it is I’m suggesting.”

You leap. Fuck it. “Say it.”

“You really want me to say it out loud?”

“Would I be reading books if I didn’t?”

He laughs at that, his lids lowering when his gaze narrows back in on you. His hand, draped over the back of the couch, is so close to your shoulder. He licks his lips.

“Say it,” you repeat.

“I’m suggesting,” he drawls, his voice having deepened, “that you spread your legs for me.”

You can’t believe it. Can’t believe he just said that. And how it sounded so natural, something you never expected. But you swallow the primitive response to his words that has your whole body reeling. You will play his part. You will find out just how far Bucky is willing to take his bluff. Sure, you had well over three-hundred pages of foreplay, but also well over three-hundred pages of trust to shatter with one stupid decision. However, you cannot currently find one good reason – not a single one – not to risk it all for him.

So you spread your legs for him.

His eyes widen slightly, an outside power pulling his sight down to the very core that you’ve exposed to him. He didn’t think it was possible, but his mouth waters, the absence of your taste on his lips grating his nerves. He drags his eyes back to yours, only to see you surveying him closely.

“Everyone is out. If I do this…” his voice is low and descends into a rasp.

“No going back,” you finish for him.

“I don’t want to go back.” There is no mistaking his words, his tone clear.

“Me neither.”

“Tell me,” he orders, his warm palms wrapping around your ankles, his thumbs stroking the skin of your shins. Even the metal is warm. Your breathing deepens and becomes heavier.

“I don’t want to go back,” you say. “I want this.”

“What? What do you want?” he asks, surely testing how far you’ll be willing to go with your confessions. You stay quiet, your eyes peering down into his as his hands slowly stroke up your spread legs, his fingertips grazing underneath the fabric of your shorts. “You want my tongue between your legs?”

Your pussy convulses at his words and you swallow hard. Fucking hell.

“Bucky.” It’s a whisper.

“I bet that book warmed you up for me, didn’t it?” he croons and you nod stiffly. “I wonder if it’s enough. I wonder if I need to spread you open a bit further.” His thumbs dig into inside of your upper thighs, spreading you open more. You pulse in answer, your chest rising and falling deeply.

“Why don’t you try and find out?”

Bucky snickers softly, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. “And there I was, thinking you’d be innocent.”

“You never thought I was innocent,” you breathe, the circling of his thumbs against your skin distracting you. More slick gathers between your legs and you wonder if Bucky can spot it through your shorts.

“Let’s just say I never thought I’d get to see this side of you,” he answers and licks his lips with his eyes burning into your warm skin. His fingers start peeling at the fabric and you wiggle your hips impatiently, ready to raise them and serve him.

“You severely underestimate yourself.” Your voice is quieter, more serious. You hope he can decode your vague confession. How much he means to you, how there is no one more worthy to speak to you like Bucky does, no one you could want more.

He stays quiet at that, however, his eyes raising to yours. His stare remains impassive, his eyes darting between yours as if trying to find something. But you stare back just as hard, unflinching, unfaltering. Something flashes across his face, a determination of some sorts, and he gives a quick nudge upward with his chin. An order. Raise your hips.

Serve me.

Your breath halts in your throat while you do as you’re told, lifting your hips as Bucky slowly peels your shorts off, your panties right along with them. Heart pounding at the relentless vulnerability of being naked before him, you stiffen. He twists you by his grip on your thighs, leaning you back against the back rest of the sofa and kneeling down between your bare legs. His eyes are on you.

“I have to warn you,” he starts and you gape at him, expecting some cocky remark that will make you roll your eyes at him. “If we do this – if you let me between your legs – it will not be the one time. I will be coming back for seconds and you will be coming, too. A lot. Tonight. Tomorrow. A week from now. This is it.”

You swallow hard, your eyes wide and frozen onto his relentlessly handsome face. He isn’t joking. In fact, you don’t think you have ever seen him this serious before. And for Bucky, that is saying something. But for him to admit something like that, hint towards borderline addiction when it comes to pleasing you – it does things to your heart and pussy that you cannot describe.

“Kiss me first,” you tell him. You need to kiss him first.

Bucky smiles – smiles – and lifts up on his knees, cupping your neck and pulling you forward instantly, giving you no time to come back from your request. When his lips touch yours, you let out a tiny gasp, the feeling of his lips against you making your chest lurch and your brain scream. His lips part and you moan softly into the kiss when your tongues meet, the strawberry texture of it making you want to whine. Instead, your hands grasp the collar of his shirt and pull him closer. He hums contently against you and both your breathing becomes more laboured.

Bucky pulls back a few times before diving back in, dragging his teeth over your lips and teasing you with the absence of him. Until you are a wet and throbbing mess between your legs. It is when you start wriggling in your seat, that Bucky chuckles and pulls back a final time.

“Getting a bit antsy?” he asks, his hands stroking your thighs as he sits back on his knees.

“Over three-hundred pages, Bucky…” you remind him.

He smiles again and pushes your knees apart once more, leaning forward as his lips press against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You lean back and watch him closely, your attention solely focused on the rugged man between your legs.

His thumb starts to slowly rub over your clit and you gasp at the touch, it somehow feeling incredibly unnatural to have Bucky in that position. It being his touch that is causing you so much pleasure – and pain. God, you’re throbbing painfully now and you cannot help the whine squeaking from your lips.

“Shh, I know. I’ll get to it.”

It does make you relax, his words and his tone, and you make yourself sink into the couch, your hands reaching down to run through his hair. He smirks and locks his eyes with yours, slowly – so slowly – leaning down to replace his thumb with his mouth. And you can’t help the heavenly sigh that spills from you when it finally makes contact with your aching core.

“Oh Bucky,” you moan and tug softly on his hair as you throw your head back. He’s there in seconds, bringing you to that long-awaited peak. Apparently, you don’t need much when it comes to Bucky, the man himself being foreplay enough for you to launch towards release.

“Mhm,” he hums, “that’s it. That’s good.”

The warmth of his tongue is making you shiver, the slurping sounds coming from between your legs making you squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head back. If only to focus on holding out, on not drenching his face. It’s sinful, the protective, passive and gorgeous Bucky Barnes on his knees for you. Capable of destruction and so much violence, unrelenting towards everyone and a grump in his social life – but he’s on his knees for you.

Your moans and words of encouragement are growing incoherent, your belly tightening as Bucky hauls you closer to avoid any distance between your drenched pussy and his mouth. He’s slow, meticulous and ravenous as he eats you, his fingers rolling into your flesh as if he’s savouring every place where he’s touching you.

He is.

It’s unreal, to have such a beautiful woman above him, moaning and panting and grabbing at him while he does something he enjoys so much. His mouth won’t stop watering. God, he’s addicted. He has to remind himself to breathe when his tongue is desperate to make the pitch of your voice raise, get you to your release. He has to know what it is like to see you come, feel you come, hear you come – taste your come.

He needs you, he needs you, he needs you.

Then his finger gently traces the inside of your entrance, wiggling around to spread you open, and you start choking on your moans, your breaths sounding outright painful and your fingers curling around his wrist and into the cushion below you.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky!”

He hums and wraps his lips around your clit once more, rolling it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it. And you crash, the tightness in your body coming to a high before every muscle and tendon snaps into pure euphoria. You buck and roll your hips into Bucky’s mouth, riding the waves of your orgasm with breathy, raspy moans that make Bucky’s eyes roll to the back of his head.

Violent tremors rack through your body as you come down and Bucky ceases his assault on your pussy, which is still pulsating heavily from the warm orgasm that seeps from your body. You finally open your eyes, looking at a Bucky who is completely alert and satisfied.

“Tomorrow,” he licks his lips clean, eyes shimmering with delight, “you’re going to read that chapter to me. And you’re going to sit on my face while you do so. If you manage to keep reading, I’ll make sure you keep coming.”

As long as you’re okay.

And maybe a bit better than okay.

#FRIENDS TO LOVERS BABYYYYYYY #its been so long i apologise #i shouldnt be writing lol #anywaysss you know i love writing about head and here it fuckin is again #pls lemme know what you guys thing (and if it is complete trash) #miss you guys #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #writing

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Chapter Three: 2 Minutes to Midnight

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Original Female Character

Summary: What will a week's worth of phone calls reveal? What will Eddie and Veronica tell each other over the phone that they can't face-to-face?

Word Count: 4.1K

Content Warnings: [N/A]

Author's Note:

Author's Note: phone calls are rough to write about???super dialogue heavy and not a lot of descriptions, but i think i did okay! three of the days are from eddie's perspective, and one is from veronica's

and a huge thank you and a big ol' hug to @rollforhellfire for being SO DANG SUPPORTIVE ABOUT READING THIS AND GREAT AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU ARE SO NICE-

    Sunday

    The warm hum of the television, the distant cheering of the on-screen crowd had long since been forgotten, ignored as Wayne twisted himself around, hanging over the back of the couch as he watched his nephew pace the ten steps between the phone mount and the kitchen, swearing he’d suffer a bout of vertigo just from how frantically he was moving. Eddie groaned loudly, hanging up the line for what, to Wayne, felt like the hundredth time, hands dragging through his lengthy hair as he leaned against the kitchen counter - and Wayne counted to five before he was back at the phone, all but yanking it off the wall, dialing the number even he’d memorized by now.

    “Son, you’ve picked up that damn phone too many times.” he called out from his seat across the trailer, sinking back into the couch as he turned back toward whatever Sunday-night sports rerun he’d tuned in to. “Just call her already.”

    Eddie shook his head, hanging up the call, his forehead pressed against the wall as he tried to hide how sorely his hands trembled by shoving them into his pockets. “I-I can’t…”

    “She don’t bite, y’know.” Wayne said with a tired laugh, boredly flipping through the channels, listening to the familiar rhythm of Eddie picking up the phone, dialing, and hanging up before the first ring.

    “I probably shouldn’t.” he said aloud, reasoning more with himself than with his uncle, shaking his head. “I bet she’s sleeping.”

    Wayne turned himself back around, the remote clenched in his wrinkled hand nearly to cracking, his voice flat and unemotive. “Ed, just call her. It ain’t that hard.”

    “I can’t!” Eddie exclaimed, groaning again, his hand hovering for a moment over the phone before falling back to his side in a white-knuckled fist.

    “Why not?” Wayne scratched at the side of his stubble-rough face, clearly struggling to understand why the boy was so nervous about a damn phone call; even when he’d been his age, he couldn’t recall ever being so shy about calling a girl. “What’s the worst she can do, hang up? It ain’t even quarter to ten. Why would she be asleep?”

    “I don’t know, I-” He tried to come up with a reason - any reason - but even he knew that he’d given a piss-poor excuse; he couldn’t think of a single person under the age of sixty-five who’d be in bed by now, let alone anyone his age. Hell, even Erica’s bedtime was past ten o’clock. He fumbled and stammered for a decent rebuttal, but was left with naught. “Fine!” he shouted, pulling at his hair with one hand as he pulled the phone back off the wall and dialed Veronica’s number with the other. “I’m calling her, okay?”

    With his stomach in knots, he counted the rings through the speaker - one, two, three… He tried to remind himself to keep breathing, his tongue darting out to glide over his dry lips. Four, five, six… His gaze dropped to his socked feet, and he gnawed on the inside of his mouth to keep from losing his nerve. Seven, eight-

    “He…llo…?” Veronica’s sleep-heavy voice barely made it through the line, but it filled Eddie with panic so instantaneous, so immediate, that he all but crushed the phone in his desperation to hang up, hands still raised to the wall as he twisted around, shouting at his uncle.

    “Eddie-”

    “I told you she’d be asleep!” He pressed his fists into his eyes, a wave of unfamiliar embarrassment washing over him. Christ, he should have just called Nancy-

    Wayne rolled his eyes, hiding his surprise at the fact that his nephew had been right. “Well, what teenager goes to bed at 9:30?”

    Eddie could feel his palms begin to sweat, the tips of his fingers going cold. “She does, obviously!” He nearly shrieked, his voice cracking, face already scalding from his blunder - and the high-pitched yelp he let out at the shrill ring of the phone at his side didn’t help with his mounting unease. His head snapped toward his uncle, but the man had long since returned to watching the game - another refereed snooze-fest, something about bats and bases. It wasn’t until the third ring that he’d managed to scrounge together enough courage to pick up.

    “Hello…?” He hated how nervous he sounded, and prayed that Veronica wouldn’t catch on.

    “What’s the matter, Munson?” Veronica’s voice was deadpan, devoid of even her usual annoyance with him. Eddie bit at his lip.

    “H-How’d you know it was me?”

    “Lucky guess.” she responded; Eddie could hear her fight off a yawn, followed by a rather loud rustle of… blankets? Was she getting out of bed? “Why’d you call me?”

    “Look, I-I’m really sorry-”

    “I’m not asking for apologies, dingus.” Her voice was clearer now, more alert, more awake. “I’m asking why you called.”

    Eddie took in a breath, his eyes clenched shut as he blurted out, “Could we go over the flashcards for Mitchell’s test tomorrow?” And, once he’d gotten started, his words gushed out of him in a nerve-addled soliloquy with no end in sight. “I would have gone over them myself, but I can’t find my set anywhere, and I really don’t think I’ll be ready to take it without going over them at least once, and-”

    “Munson-”

    “Listen, I-I didn’t want to call you this late-” Eddie ruffled a hand through his hair, his fringe standing on end as he tapped his fingers against the top of his head, his mouth still moving at lightning speed.

    “Munson, slow down-”

    “I’ve looked everywhere for those damn flashcards, but it’s like they just disappeared and you’re the first person I could think of-”

    “Munson!” Veronica hadn’t meant to shout, but she couldn’t think of any other way to get him to shut up. “It’s fine, honestly!” Her words came out at the end of a laugh, and Eddie all but sighed in relief at the sound of it, the tightness in his shoulders finally relaxing, the knot in his stomach unfurling as he took in another breath. “Just give me a sec to find my set, okay? We’ll go through them all together.”

    Eddie shook his head, forgetting for a moment that she couldn’t actually see him. “O-Okay.” he replied; he kept the receiver balanced against his ear as he sat back at the counter, his notebook already open to a fresh page, pencil in hand as he listened as she moved about her room.

    “Hey, Munson?”

    “Yeah?” His response came too quick, too impatient, but he hadn’t caught onto it. It made Veronica smile, his eagerness.

    “Don’t get weird about calling.” He could hear her sit down, just barely making out the creaking of a chair against a hardwood floor. “I’m your tutor, remember? I’m here to help you,” He just barely caught himself melting at the sound of her voice, his back tensing straight against the low back of the barstool he’d been sitting on, an unwelcome heat creeping up his neck. “Call whenever you need me.”

    “You sure?” he couldn’t help but ask, his usual brand of mischief back in its full measure, and he smiled as he added, “That’s a big promise, Windsor - who says I won’t need you all the time? Imagine the unfiltered havoc I’ll wreak on your phone bill-”

    Her voice was soft, unusually so, as she said, “Munson?”

    Eddie paused, swallowing at the sound of it. “Yeah?”

    “Shut up, will you?”

    Tuesday

    “Windsor residence, this is Veronica speaking.”

    “Christ, you always this formal?”

    Veronica rolled her eyes nearly to soreness at the sound of Eddie’s voice, sparing a glance at her wrist watch as she threw her legs over the edge of her bed - 9:00, it read. Good, she thought, already walking to her desk, at least he remembered. “What’s your damage?”

    “Ouch, Windsor.” Eddie feigned, and she could hear what sounded like him falling back onto his couch, phone cord undoubtedly stretched nearly to snapping. “Must I have a reason to call my favorite-”

    “Munson.”

    “Fine.” he huffed, the sound pulling a smile from her - something that, unbeknownst to even her, was happening much too often to be involving the likes of him. “I have a worksheet due for Garcia tomorrow.”

    Veronica pulled at the wooden chair tucked beneath her desk, sitting on it backwards, arms folded over its back as she balanced the handset against her shoulder, fingers picking away at her chipped nail polish. “And you couldn’t have brought this up while I was there?”

    “I forgot, okay?” She couldn’t help but let out a heavy - albeit quiet - sigh, spinning herself around in her seat, reaching into her purse set on the floor beside her to pull out a heavy three-ring binder. “Will you help me or not?”

    “Hmm, I don’t know if I should.” She knew she shouldn’t be teasing him, not when he sounded so desperate, but she couldn’t help herself. “What’s the magic word?”

    “Look, Windsor, I really don’t get any of this shit-”

    “Ah.” she said, voice monotone. “There it is.”

    “Hey, you said-”

    “Hold your horses, will you? I’m just kidding.” Keeping the phone against her ear, she heaved her bag onto her lap, elbow-deep in the thing, the rustling clearly being heard through the line. “At least let me get my glasses.”

    “...Don’t you wear those all the time?”

    “I wear them to read, vision’s fine otherwise.” she replied, her voice distracted as she pulled out a lilac-colored case from one of many pockets. “Just easier to keep them on while I’m at school.”

    “But you wear them all the time when you’re with me?” Veronica froze, pausing mid-way from setting her bag back down. Did he sound… disappointed? “N-Not that there’s anything wrong with wearing glasses…! I mean, your eyes are just really-”

    “Focus, Munson.”

    “Right.” he said quickly, cutting himself off. “Sorry.”

    Together, and moving at the pace she’d since learned to take with him, they worked through the problems on the worksheet; every so often, Veronica would chime in, offer a hint, guide him through a particularly challenging equation. But, for the most part, she was there for reassurance - Eddie knew the material, knew the answers, but two - nearly three - failed attempts would grind anyone’s academic confidence down to a nub. As the hours ticked by, and as they neared the end of the worksheet, Veronica found herself resting against her arms, head tucked away within the warmth of her elbow, and it took longer than she’d care to admit for her to hear Eddie’s voice calling out to her.

    “Windsor? Windsor, you still with me?”

    “Huh…?” Her head shot up, the phone nearly dropping from where it’d been nestled against her shoulder. “Yeah, I’m… I’m here, sorry.”

    “Go to bed.” Were she not so exhausted, she would have picked up on the sudden tenderness in Eddie’s voice, the way he’d dropped his tone, his words quiet and soft-spoken. She rubbed at her eyes with a closed fist, swallowing a yawn as she pinched at her cheek, trying to wake herself up. “I can finish the rest on my own.”

    “No, we’re almost done-”

    “I can handle it from here.” She was sure she groaned at his words - whether in frustration or relief remained to be determined. “I’ve kept you up long enough.”

    “Sure…?” she mumbled, already pushing herself away from her desk, her bed looking awfully inviting as she tried to keep from tripping over her own feet. 

    “Yeah, I’m sure. Just go to sleep.” Eddie said, keeping his voice gentle, a hesitant smile hidden somewhere beneath it all. “And… uh… thanks for the help, I guess.”

    Veronica crawled beneath the welcoming embrace of her covers, the phone still pressed against her ear as she turned onto her side. “Don’t worry, Chief - I’m always on duty.”

    “Inspector Gadget?” Eddie sputtered, his laugh screeching through the speaker, Veronica too tired to register his disbelief. “You’re seriously quoting Inspector Gadget to me? My, oh my, Windsor, are you a nerd?”

    “Takes one to know one.” She yawned, eyes growing heavy. “I should start charging you overtime for this.”

    “And what’ll I pay you in, huh? You lookin’ for some top quality grass?”

    Veronica smiled at his quip, lost in the haze of a half-way dream, feeling herself being lulled away by the sound of his voice. “Shut up, Munson.” she mumbled, reaching to turn off her bedside lamp. “G’night.”

    And Eddie was left alone, the disconnected call tone buzzing in his ear as he stood midway between his haphazard excuse of a kitchen and living room, his whispered sigh of “Goodnight, Veronica,” going unheard - yet it’d left a telltale ache in his chest all the same.

    Wednesday

    Eddie couldn’t calm the trembling of his leg, nor could he hope to stop the way he was gnawing on his lip to the point of drawing blood as he waited for the call to connect, a throbbing headache settling behind his eyes as he listened to the grating ringback tone for what felt like the dozenth time. Come on, he pleaded into the phone, answer it!

    “Munson?” Veronica’s voice was a Godsend, and he fell back against the wallpapered wall behind him in relief at the sound of it.

    “Windsor!” Eddie exclaimed, dragging a still-shaking hand down his face. “Christ, I’ve been trying to call you for, like, twenty minutes!” He swallowed, forcing himself to breathe as he settled himself in his seat. “Where have you been?”

    “Taking a shower…?”

    “A sho-? Whatever!” Eddie shouted, roughly pulling out his notebook, muttering out a slew of curses as it slid across the linoleum counter and onto the floor. “Gondor's callin' for aid and I'm losing my shit.”

    “Alright, alright, easy!” she said, which only further addled his fraying nerves. “What’s the problem this time? Is it Garcia again?”

    “O’Donnell.”

    “English?” His stomach sunk at how incredulous she sounded, already knowing what she'd say next, anticipation leaden in his chest. “But, that’s your best subject-”

    “I know!” The pencil he'd been holding between his fingers cracked, snapped, and he fished through his baggie for another. “Hence why I’m losing my shit-”

    “Okay, calm down, I heard you the first time.” He heard her shuffle around, her chair creaking underneath her as she sat down. “Isn’t it a creative writing assignment? Just do whatever you want.”

    “Yeah, but I can’t think of anything!” Eddie groaned, his head dropping to the counter with an audible clunk, his hands already beginning to shake as a crush of nervous thoughts flooded into his mind. “This thing’s due Friday and I haven’t even started it!”

    “Well, do you have anything in mind?”

    He made a sputtering, almost offended, sound at her question, and he waved a hand in front of him, all but shouting, “Clearly not-”

    “Munson, I’m trying to help you.”

    "Sorry, I'm just…" He chewed at his lip, dragged a hand down his face. "I'm kinda freakin' out here."

    "Do you have a subject you'd want to write about? A topic?” He tried to focus on how she was moving around again, the patter of her feet just barely making it through the receiver. “Maybe a genre? That might help you get started."

    "A genre?"

    "Yeah, y'know, a category of composition?" Clear as day, he could imagine the way she’d likely just rolled her eyes at him. "We got thriller, sci-fi, romance-"

    "R-Romance…?" he muttered.

    "Need me to define that, too?"

    "I know what romance is, Windsor." he scoffed, pushing himself off his chair as he walked around his living room, the phone cord wrapped around his fist. "I'm just thinking."

    But, after more than a moment of silence, Veronica couldn’t help but ask, “...Care to share with the class?”

    "...I think I want to write one." Eddie clenched his eyes shut, jaw tight as he all but whispered his reply.

    "What was that?"

    "I-I… want to write a romance." he repeated, not much louder than before.

    "Munson, I can’t hear you-"

    Equal parts frustrated and mortally embarrassed, he exclaimed, "I want to write a romance!" The phone cord fell limply from his hand before he’d dragged it through his hair, pulling at it, desperate to distract himself as he followed with, “Geez, you want me to shout it out the window next?” He waited for her response - something scathing, he’d expected - but nothing came.

    No sharp retort.

    No grating comment.

    Just silence - and it terrified him.

    “Windsor, you really gotta say something soon, ‘cause you’re making me feel like a total weirdo-”

    His words pulled her from the swirling mist of her thoughts, and she yelped, “No! No, I’m just… I’m just surprised, I guess?” He heaved out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, falling against the back of the couch as he flipped the end of a curled lock between his fingers. “Never would’ve pegged you as a romantic, Munson.”

    “You haven’t-”

    “Finish that joke, and I’ll hang up.”

    And Eddie laughed, clear and open-hearted, at her threat, baseless as it was. 

    “Alright, so I have that settled - what do I do now?”

    “Don’t you write stories for your campaigns?” He could hear her gentle exhale, one of someone falling back against something soft, followed by the rustle of blankets. “Think of this as one of those.” Her response was frank, blunt, yet it still stunned him utterly stupid, his mouth repeatedly opening and closing as he tried to think of something coherent to say. “...Hello? Earth to Munson? You still there?”

    When his words finally returned to him, he mumbled, “You’re a genius.”

    “I try.”

    “No, seriously, you’re a genius.” He shot upright, running to his notebook, the phone sandwiched between his ear and shoulder and his hand worked furiously over the blank page, ideas for plots and characters pouring ceaselessly from his fingertips. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

    “Glad to be of service.” she responded, adding, “So, you’re okay now?”

    “Oh, I’m more than okay…!” Tearing himself away from his work, he hastily said, “I’ll call you later, alright? Thanks for the help, sweetheart!”, before slamming the phone against the wall.

    Veronica was slow to set her phone aside, Eddie’s words echoing through her mind; even after she’d turned off her bedside lamp, laying in darkness, the sentiment lingered.

    He hadn’t even realized he’d said it, and he never would, too far lost in his own little world.

    Friday

    “A little early to be calling, isn’t it, Munson?”

    Eddie bounced along the balls of his feet, his frizzed hair bobbing up and down with the motion. “Couldn’t wait.” He twirled the phone cord around his fingers, tugging it along with him as he walked to and fro about the trailer, his feet dragging through the aged carpeting. “Just got home. Too excited.”

    “About…?”

    “Finishing that paper!” he barked, his words trailing off into a laugh as he clapped a hand against one of the couch cushions. “God, the look on O’ Donnell’s face when she saw it was golden!”

    Veronica let out a small laugh - a chuckle, really, but it catapulted his already-soaring emotions to heights unforeseen. “That impressive, huh?”

    “It better’ve been - that shit was fifteen pages long!” He sounded so happy; he couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever gotten so excited over an assignment. “Even got to class early to make sure I was the first one to hand it in.”

    Veronica’s voice dropped, quieted, disbelief sprinkling her words as she asked, “You… You wrote a fifteen-page story?”

    “Hell yeah, I did!” Even though he knew she couldn’t see him, Eddie beamed, nodding his head in response. “Best thing I’ve ever written, if I do say so myself.”

    He heard the now-familiar sound of her getting into bed, of her blankets rustling, the creaking of what he could only assume to be her headboard as she sat back against it. “You’re really taking this whole thing seriously, huh?” Stunning him, her tone gentled, mellowed out, reaching out in its warmth as she said, “I’m proud of you, Munson.”

    Eddie swore felt the air leave his lungs. “You...You are?” He could barely hear himself, and he swallowed back an unwelcome knot in his throat as he walked back to where the phone had been mounted, his shoulder leaned against the wall.

    “Well, yeah.” He realized with a start that he’d been waiting for sarcasm, yet it never came, finding instead a genuine honesty that - were he being true with himself - left him more than a bit misty-eyed. “I am. Why wouldn’t I be…?”

    Even through the phone, he knew that the atmosphere between them had changed. He licked at his lips once, twice, trying to keep from shying away from what he’d been aching to ask for weeks. “Can I ask you something?” Hearing her hum of approval, he continued, “Why are you doing this?”

    She paused, took in a breath. “Doing… what, the tutoring?”

    “Yeah.” Again, he nodded, alone in the trailer, his voice now small and uncertain. “Why’d you agree to do it?”

    “...Do you want the truth?” she asked.

    “Always,” he replied.

    “I was curious about you.”

    Eddie stammered, struggling to think of something to say. “You… You were curious about me?” A rising feeling slowly came to a boil in his stomach, his chest tight, limbs heavy as he slowly sunk to the floor, holding the phone to his ear with both hands. “Windsor, we hated each other-”

    “No, you hated me.” He felt her words like a shot to the heart, visceral and raw. “I’ve never hated you. Disliked, sure - but never hated.” And she continued on, twisting the knife, beating him down even further. “I've seen the way you are with Dustin. With Lucas and Robin and… well, everyone. It… It hurt that you didn’t like me, and I just couldn’t figure out why.”

    “Hey, I didn’t-”

    At her trembling inhale, Eddie cursed the tears stinging his eyes, and he pressed his fist over one to drive them away. “When Ms. Kelley asked me to do this, I’d told her ‘no’ - but, after I thought about it, I went back and asked if anyone else had already agreed to do it. Nobody did, so I accepted.”

    His head fell forward, hitting the knees he’d since tucked beneath his chin, his hair falling over him, fanned out as though to hide him from his shame. “Shit, I… I really was a dickhead, wasn’t I?” The laugh he gave was pitiful, just as he’d intended it to be - just as he'd felt. “Look, I’m sorry. For everything, I shouldn’t have-”

    “Hey, it wasn’t like I was an angel either, y’know?” He could hear the smile in her voice, the sound of it pulling out one of his own, small as it was. “How about we agree to just let bygones be bygones?"

    So flooded with relief, he nearly forgot to give her an answer. “So… What does that make us now? Acquaintances? Friends…?”

    “Would you want us to be friends?”

    “Honestly? I thought we already were.”

    “Just wanted to make sure.”

    Neither spoke for a while, each listening to the sound of the other’s breathing, unsure of what to say, how to proceed.

    “Y’know, you’re nothing like how I’d thought you’d be.” Eddie admitted, ruffling a hand through his hair, face scalding as he tried to hide behind his palm.

    “Oh? And how am I?”

    Sweet. Warm. Kind. “Cool.” He fell back against the carpet, limbs spread in all directions. “God, I feel like such an asshole-”

    She laughed at him, easing an ounce of the self-loathing that had settled within him. “Well, if it helps, you’re not how I’d thought you’d be, either.”

    “I guess we’re both just chock-full o’ surprises, huh?”

    Another prolonged silence befell them before Veronica said, “Look, I… I need to get going.” It was a lie, he knew, but he was grateful for it. “See you Monday?”

    “Yeah, see you then.” He was certain he still sounded dejected, so he tried for a bit of levity. “I’ll be the one terrorizing the innocent masses. Black cloak, leather spellbook. Can’t miss it.”

    She laughed again, the sound like bells, a salve to his ears, to his heart. “Goodnight, Munson.” Her send-off was different this time, he knew. It filled him with warmth, washing over him in rose-colored waves as his eyes fluttered shut, still laying on the ground in the middle of his living room.

    “...‘Night, Windsor.”

#ride the lightning #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x original character #stranger things #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA chapter three babyyyyyyy #i realized that there's now a O'Donnell and an O'Connell and i'm not changing it they're best friends who wear matching outfits #phone call conversations are so hardddddd #fluff #slow burn #enemies to lovers #had to make him cry at least once #he'll probably cry more later (absolutely) #becca.fic

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@gymleader, @acrobaticcatfeline, @yang-innie, @sanayeon, @hyunchanz, @jeonwonwoo, @superboarding, @seungknow, @seungazing, @bewby, @jinniebit, @seonghwaminho, @yonglixx, @btbtual, @leenow, @briankang, @nevoono, @hyunfelix, @diosmenu, @bangzchan, @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes, @usergyu, @bangchanz, @kyubins, @teamwangs, @fullmetalswift

that’s not everyone by any means, but if we interacted in any shape or form this year, please know how special you are to me  💕 💕 💕 💕 happy new year and thank you all for following me!!! if you have any requests feel free to send them in, and as always, please know i love you and i hope your days are rest and kind to you  💕 💕 💕

#~ #tay talks #💕💕💕💕

[theblackbirdsgemimagines]

Ramble away, cause I feel the twisted head rot, I kinda wanna see what you think about our bois. ~ a pocket sized dragon hops in excitement.

A POCKET SIZED DWAGOOOOOONNNN 😭💞💞💞 That’s so BLESSED, and tysm omg, I’m very glad to just spill out my barking on every boy, bc yEAH THE BRAIN ROT SKDHAKDB

THE BRAIN ROT IS SO REAL LOL

Everything I breathe ends up relating to TWST in some way, like at this point just let me take my friends, cousins, and pets, and of course Lulu and Seb, and I will have 1. A Gottdamned Harem, 2. So Many Children, and 3. NEVER WANT TO LEAVE. Kwfhskdhjwek

Ok this is gonna be long bc I gotta cover all my boys, so rip lol.

Dorm Leads:

Riddle

GOD, my Fucking Baby, my CHILD, my SWEET BABY BOY, I’M 👁💧👄💧👁

I would die for him, beetch, he is PRECIOUS ♥️

He reminds me of how I feel Ciel would behave if S/O took the place as Sebastian’s contracee, too, so like 🥺 Lots of feels 😭

Is Son, I have adopted him now. If you mistreat him, don’t ever speak to me or my son ever again. I’ll FIGHT his MOM, don’t TEST me. I’m his new mom now. His BIRD mom. So proud of him, he’s like...one of the few that’s actually shown growth in canon after his overblot kshdkadjs

Leona

👁💧👄💧👁

.....I am a Mere Simp....

Ya’ll.... I swearh to ghOD I simped hard for Scar back when I was a wee thing, I did NOT expect to simp for him AGAIN LATER IN LIFE, what the FUCK aidhskdhskdj

Like shit bitch, damn, you may not be king of Afterglow honey, but you can be king of my heart if you wAnt to bb....

Leona: *smiles once, even if it’s smugly*

Me: *WEEPING* Look at hiiiiiiim!! My sunshine booooooy! 😭

Does this make me a furry

Probably

I am too Simp to Care Anymore

I HESITATED TO GET ATTACHED BC THIS BOY LOOKS LIKE A FUCKIN WOMANIZER IF I EVER SAW ONE, BUT HE DRINKS HIS RESPECT WOMEN JUICE EVERY SINGLE MORNING AND I WAS A GONNER SNDJAJDHSJ

FUCK

Call me a Herbivore again, bully me //SLAPPED

Azul

He secretly a lil shit sometimes, but tha’s ok, it’s mostly in a silly way, especially post overblot~ UvU

The sweetest bby everytime I read fanposts on him, like god, ah 💜💜💜 WHOMST COULD BULLY SUCH A CUTE CHUBBY OCTOBABY I’LL FIGHT ALL OF EM!! A sweetheart 10/10 would be his friend 💗 Not making contracts with him tho, lol

...ok maybe SOME after his overblot, but they’re able to be easily reversed now, so it’s way more chill andhsjdj

Kalim

FUCK!!!! F U C K!!!! BABYYYYYYY!!!! BABY!!!! I HAVE ADOPTED HIM IF YOU TOUCH HIM YOU D I E

He is literally so sweet, anytime anyone was like “you’re so nice it’s annoying” I WAS READY TO COME FLYING IN TO BITCH SLAP THEM LIKE AJDHSKDHSJ (even if I also loved them lol)

Like NO you are WRONG whfksjd

He has also grown so much, and I am proud ♥️🧡

Vil

Jesus Christ, canon Vil is Hurting Meeeeee ajdhskdhsj

My fave fanon Vil is the one that recognizes all different types of beauty, though~ uvu and is v encouraging to anyone that may be struggling with self hatred 💜

Canon: Vil is pretty~.

Me: Wow, wtf???? He IS so pretty... How rude I didn’t think you were serious! Wow him??? Pretty??? Wow??? Wow...

Idia

I’m not sure yet, as I haven’t seen him very often, but of the few times that I have: BIG same, huge mood, and Me FUCKING Too, goddamn akdhakdj

Idia is my Anxiety and Anime Nerd personified tbh lol

What Ortho is to him are what all my comfort characters are to me, honestly.

Like what would you like bby, you want that singing voice?? Ok here comes a synthesizer just special for you~. Ily, mwah~ u3u 💕

Malleus

HEAVY BREATHING

Ok maybe it’s just the lack of story/info out on him yet, but I don’t currently simp as hard for him compared to Leona, I’ll admit jajdkajd

BUT BOY HOWDEY DO I EVER STILL S I M P...

He Is Baby... And I Lob Him....

I am going to smooch those horns and forehead crown of beautiful scales 🖤🖤🖤 I am going to do it!!!! Here I go!!!

HE CAN HAVE ALL THE ICE CREAM AND TAMAGATCHI DATES HE WANTS I’M- 😭

This man is too precious for words, and I have so much childhood nostelgia to ‘enchanted’ woods, and being in the mountains, so he has Old Fae Friend vibes to me~🖤

DRAGON FORM DRAGON FORM DRAGON FORM DRAGON FORM DRAGON F-

Ngl I ship him and Leona a lil bit lol

No, not just bc that makes a poly with my two faves easier, but that is a bonus factor jadhajdj

Vice Dorm Heads:

Trey

Oh my god, the Daddy to my Mommy with all these newly adopted lil kids of ours, ya know??? What a wholesome sweetie and funny lil shit jahdksdh~

I love him, I would gladly make tarts with, AND for him 💚💚💚

The kind of boi who I’d ship HARD with anyone he started dating bc My God it would warm my heart So Much 💞💞

Ruggie (unofficial but may as well be at this point lol)

He took a while to grow on me kadhskdhsj

But I think he’d be a sweet, if a trouble-maker of a friend to have~.

Dank you for taking care of my sweet lion bby, honey, I’m sure Farrena is a sweetheart, but boi I hope he gets his shit together to fix up where Ruggie lives 😭

I think if I met his granny, I’d CRY jadhajsh 💗💗

Leech Twins (?)

Idk if they’re vice leaders, but who cares lol

THESE are the older Big Brothers in every sense of the word. (My canon ages most everyone up just a bit, save for Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Kalim, Jamil, Cheka, and anyone already 20+)

The ANNOYING older big brothers, lol.

The ones that hug you to death (Floyd), or use you for an arm rest (Jade), and specifically Do the thing you asked/told them NOT to Do.

This is fine with me tho, I’m an only child, please give me the experience of annoying older brothers lol 💙💚

Jamil

I used to hate you bby, I’m so sorry akdhskdhs

I’ve adopted him now, and I’m v proud he’s trying, but making clear what his boundaries are, and trying to come out of a shell he was made to be in for so long 😭

AND HIS DANCING IS SICK LIKE HONESTLY I’M SUCH A PROUD MOM 💗💗💗

Rook

God. FUCKING Rook, lol.

IDK IF I SHOULD TRUST YOU, but I also kinda wanna be your friend akdhakdjs

HE CONCERNS ME but he also seems nice and v sweet sometimes, lmao

Blz don’t stalk me tho 😬

STOP SHOOTING YOUR ARROWS AROUND SCHOOL YOU BLOODY HEATHEN FRENCH PRISS, YOU ARE GOING TO KILL SOMEONE

Also, if he DARES hunt cute animals around me, especially BIRDS, I am going to GRIP him jahdkahdsk

He’s like if Lord Druitt was a Little More Nice and a Little Bit Less Creepy ajdhak

Lilia:

GOD.

I LOVE THIS FUCKING GRANDPA.

I. FUCKING. LOVE. THIS FUCKING. GRANDPA.

I absolutely hc him as nonbinary w/masc pronouns, I absoLUTELY do.

I adore him, I love him, I haven’t gotten a squish (hardcore desire to be someone’s friend, lol) this hard for a character since AngelDust, I-

Pwease be nonbinary friends with me, Lilia 🥺

THE ONLY PERSON HERE SHORTER THAN ME, BUT I’LL TAKE IT AJDHAKDHJS

Anyone know Corpse and how he plays Among Us? That’s how I see Lilia playing his video games with friends and I JUST I JUST I J U S T

The Spencer to your Carly.

He and Crowley are free to compete as Dad with me too like honestly kshdkadjjs

He’ll always be granpa tho uvu 💚💖🖤

Extras:

Ace

God, the Fucking Annoying Middle Brother that pranks you ALL THE DAMN TIME, but I love him andhakdhsk

Deuce

THE BROTHER THAT WILL BEAT UP YOUR BULLIES 💙💙💙 SWEET BABY BOY

The Josh to Ace’s Drake. The Cody to Ace’s Zack. The Freddie to your Carly and Ace’s Sam.

If he and Ace started dating, tho, I would CRY.

But regardless who they end up dating, it’ll be slow burn friends to lovers, and literally the most adorable shit to watch EVER 💞💞💞😭

Cater

Seems Like A Womanizer But Actually Drinks His Reapect Women Juice And We Stan That 🧡

Can always count on him to help tou get the best Magicram shots, bless you Cater 🧡🧡

Also rly wanna be his friend, ngl 😭 Even IF he pranks me a lot kadhakdhsj

Jack:

H E AV Y BR EA T H IN G

Ngl my feelings for him are in the air IDK IF I WANNA SMOOCH OR NOT YET I JUST KNOW I LOB HIM HE GOODEST BESTEST BOY 💛💛💛😭

If all three Savannaclaw bois got in a cuddle pile with me, I would Not Be Mad

How can I give this boy love, tell me and I will Do It

Gift him all the cacti’s he WANTS💛

God he drinks that respecc women juice bright and early on his run every morning, you KNOW he does 💛💛💛

I wawnt to pet his ears an tail an fwuffy wolf form 😭

I WAWNT TO SEE THE BOY SMILE AND BE HAPPY 💞💞💞

Sebek

CHILL CHILL CHILL CHILL CH-

He is a v devoted guard tho, we love to see it UvU

I don’t have more info on him hekdhskdj but his fanmade content seems v v sweet~ 💚

Silver

HE ATTRACTS BIRDS AND I CRY ABOUT IT PLEASE BE MY FRIEND AND TEACH ME HOW 🥺🥺🥺

Him being raised by Lilia and Malleus literally gives me so much Fucking Seratonin....... God 💞💕💗💗💞💞💗💗💕💞

Ortho

IS BABY????? IS BABY!!!!!! I’M LOVE HIM I’M ADOPTING HIM IS BABYYYYYYY 💙💙💙💙💙

Cheka:

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

He is so FUCKING CUTE what the FUCK!

Leonaaaaaaa... 🥺 Your NEPHEWWWWW 😭

I might steal him from Farrena tbh, lIKE MY CHILD NOW~ 🧡🧡

I just sob and hug him every time I see him honestly 😭

Teachers:

Dire Crowley

Ohhhhhh god oh god oh god

Be my dad. Please. Be my dad. PLEASE be my dad. Ya’ll think I’m joking, I’m not. Please adopt me. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

This man as a father gives me so much dopamine and oxytocin and seratonin??? I have been weeping for WEEKS, please adopt me, Sir

Fathers with zero braincells being wrapped around a daughter’s little finger makes me so weak, and I am just here with Daddy Issues like ajdhakdhsj BLEASE ADOPT ME MISTER BIRD MAN

Crewel

Ew.

Forgive me, I haven’t seen much content with him in it/that could be considered wholesome, bUT JADHWKDJSJ

UncoMFORTABLE

Please keep the kink talk out of the classroom, S I R

Call me puppy one more time, see what happens, I’m not scared to fight a teacher akdhakdhsj

Trein

The Dad Figure that tries to be the stern part to Crowley’s blumbering kahdkqrhsjdj

Don’t feel as much attachment to him emotionally, but I like him~

Just let me pet your cat sometimes and give you holiday presents, and we’re cool~ ♥️

Vargas

Found the womanizer //SMACKED

And of course, I can’t forget Grim~!

He’s grown on me, and if anything happens to him I will kill everyone in the room, and then myself 😭

I will pet and snuggle and hold him all he wants and feed him all the tuna his heart desires uvu 💙

#THIS TOOK A LONG TIME FORGIVE ME JADHSKDHSKDH #MY PHONE WAS LAGGING IN TYPING AFTER A WHILE I WAS LIKE KEEP GOIN BESSY ANDHSJJD #twisted wonderland #twst dorm leaders #twst vice dorm leaders #dire crowley #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #vil schoenheit #malleus draconia #asks #answered #THANK YOU FOR GIVIN ME MORE OF AN EXCUSE JSADBJASDN #<3 <3

[championsaremade]

Chris i am sad anxious and confused... the past weeks/months have been exhausting and full of emotional ups and downs and biig changes. My relationship ended, my grandpa died, lots of exhausting lab work at university. I found a lover and we are kinda in love but he is moving away soon. We had planned a ski trip together for next week right after i finish my exams but it got cancelled now bc of the covid19... i have to exams tomorrow and disappointed i cant go on the trip:( it's too much:(

Babyyyyyyy, usually when it rains it pours. Believe in your strength, capability, endurance, resilience, and potential. Endure this time. Recognize the feelings but don’t numb them and don’t allow them to take over your life. Use your support system. Laugh. Cherish the everyday little magic like a good cup of coffee, a good meal, the sunshine, a friend, etc. this will pass and will all unfold as it should, even if it’s hard right now. Go easy on yourself ✨

#answered #life #advice

[budapestalloveragain]

~ this or that ~ 

RULES: ANSWER all questions, ADD one question of your own and then TAG as many people as you like!

dia @heartsalmighty tagged me tysm !! i love and hate these tags haha bc i think they’re fun but also i’m literally the most indecisive person omg xD

*it’s long so i’m gonna put it on under read more*

live session or studio session? i mean i always wanna see people live but like to listen to i prefer studio usually coke or pepsi? i don’t like either lol disney or dreamworks? disney !! coffee or tea? neither >.< books or movies? ....honestly movies at this point bc i have such a short attention span but i really love books too ahhhh i like them both a lot  windows or mac? mac (i don’t know how to use anything else oops) dc or marvel? lol take a wild guess (i’ll give you a hint it’s not dc) xbox or playstation? ummmm i don’t really know i don’t think i’ve ever played either haha i just did wii xD night owl or early riser? night owl lol i’m always awake at weird hours  cards or chess? depends on what card game ? chess is p cool i actually know how to play so that’s helpful  chocolate or vanilla? depends on my mood tbh but probably chocolate vans or converse? converseeeee especially the red ones  star wars or star trek? i’ve only seen one star trek actually so i think i’m a little biased but like ...star wars all the way one episode per week or marathoning? okay see i’m impatient so marathoning but also i have the shortest attention span (see: books or movies?) so in that way one episode per week is kinda good for me haha i get distracted so easily xD i’ve done both like obviously i watch on netflix n stuff but then i watch htgawm when it airs so like ...both are fine  heroes or villains? both are cool ? leaning a little more towards heroes though john williams or hans zimmer? i hate this question literally how dare you but also i love hans zimmer with a passion sooooo disneyland/disney world or six flags? i’ve been to neither of them haha but i think i’d have more fun at disney just bc even though i don’t like a lot of rides it has a lot of other stuff to look at xD forest or sea? i like both ummm probably the forest though, i’m more used to it & sometimes the ocean makes me feel unsteady flying or reading minds? flying !! (teleporting would be the best though okay like just so we’re clear here) twin peaks or northern exposure? yeah same @dia i’ve not seen either of these :P  harry potter or lord of the rings? harry potter for sure (i’ve seen lotr too though, they’re such cinematic masterpieces) cake or pie? (ice cream) cake you are banished to a desert island, which benedict cumberbatch character would you choose to take with you? wait this is such a good question lol ummm probably doctor strange bc he could get me out of there train or cruise ship? train, boats make me nervous brian cox or neil degrasse-tyson? idk who brian cox is (i googled him and i still don’t know) + neil degrasse-tyson is great lol (although like ...bill nye...) wizard of oz or alice in wonderland? alice in wonderland omg yes yes yes i love that story so much i just fanfiction or fanart? fic haha the hunger hames - books or movies? the books but also catching fire was really well done also that cast is lovely just as an aside see the future of travel to the past? oooh i’d love to see a lot of things in the past like “if only i was alive then” moments you know ? but it’d be kinda cool to see how the future turns out too haha although at this point i’m kinda scared so i’d probably stick with the past han solo or luke skywalker? han solooooo (luke is cool too i just like ...don’t remember that much about him even though he was literally the main character lol sorry like i said short attention span) lilacs or sunflowers? both are nice ?? lilacs i guess.... spring or autumn? autumn.... i think ... campfire or fireplace? fireplace, campfire includes way too many bugs lol french fries or onion rings? french fries (the skinny kind)  truth or dare? truth haha there’s nothing interesting going on in my life anyways winter or summer? summer bc winter here is just like ...no vampires or werewolves? werewolves always seemed cooler to me, vampires are a little unsettling red or blue? red !!! it’s lucky hehe eyes or lips? *eyes nose lips plays in the background* ummm eyes burgers or sandwiches? oh god i love both ...sandwiches have such variety !! but burgers are so good ...probably burgers....  i just love food though xD friends to lovers or enemies to lovers trope? friends to lovers ^-^ pizza or pasta? pizzaaaaa ancient rome or ancient greece? ancient greece all the way omg i would love to honestly foxes or wolves? wolves.... ? no big preference i guess mermaids or dragons? dRAGONS BABYYYYYYY (i’m a dragon hehe) sci-fi or fantasy? fantasy i guess ? depends on how you define them i guess watch a film at home or in a theater? i like watching them in the theater haha it’s more fun that way (for me) fireproof or no more sad songs? oh yikes i haven’t heard no more sad songs so fireproof it is bands or individual singers? i like them both but if you haven’t noticed i kinda tend to be drawn a little more towards groups haha sweet or salty? saltyyyy except for ice cream monotype corsiva or comic sans? i don’t even know what monotype corsiva is lol comic sans is the worst™ but at the same time the best™ (if u know what i mean) so that’s fine turtles or frogs? turtles !! blur or oasis? yIKES i haven’t listened to either ...but i think oasis did wonderwall ? so i’ll say them baseball or football? ahhh neither :P international football if that counts lol i love soccer/futbol/football bowling date or movie date? movie date (i just watched bts run ep 19 though and i can’t stop laughing thinking about all of them bowling oh my god) fruits or vegetables? i love fruit hehe rain or sun? both are fine ? we got a lot of both today actually haha like in quick succession too xD gotta love new england lol tattoos or piercings? tattoos... i think... phone call or text? texting (phone calls are way faster though) animated films or live action remakes? animated ...i’m so skeptical about most remakes/sequels/reboots/etc chandler or joey? ...i’ve never seen friends i’M SO SORRY AHHH  have all the boys reunite for a 1d tour but never go on solo tours or have all of them do solo tours but never reunite as a band for a tour? god ummmm probably the 1d tour bc like look irl they’re all already about to go on solo tours haha + mitam is musically the best album they’ve done and i really want(ed) to see them do that live tv show or movie? ummmm gah that’s hard ...honestly tv just has a lot more time to work with which means that a lot of the time (not always though omg dEFINITELY not always) the quality is better

MY QUESTION IS: ramen or korean bbq?

i’m gonna tag ejay @thriftmom and jori @yellowhalcyon if u want to ^-^ no worries if u don’t and feel free to do it even if i haven’t tagged you !! 

#my tags #god this was long lol #my answers are so rambly lol sorry #you probably can learn wAYYY too much about me through just my tags like if i'm honest #also i think i'm behind on literally every show except maybe htgawm bc i watch it when it airs lol oH WELL RIP #i'll try and catch up when they're all on a break xD