#but I’m fine now 🥰 I got cookies 🥰

[jobean12-blog]

She Drives Me Crazy

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader (enemies to lovers)

Word Count: 3,227

Summary: You and Eddie drive each other crazy but there’s a good reason for it. 

Author’s Note: All I want to do is fight with Eddie until he shuts me up with his mouth (and other things). I also love this song by Fine Young Cannibals. I love me some enemies to lovers trope so here we are. Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely @wannabehamlet thank you sweets 🥰

Warnings: lots of back and forth banter, tension, flirting, some softness and fluffy fun, mentions of alcohol, maybe a curse or two

GIF NOT MINE: Credit to @pedropcl thank you lovely🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

You peer over the large cardboard box you’re carrying, your arms extended uncomfortably and your fingers aching.

“Better watch you don’t trip sweetheart,” Eddie snickers from just behind the horror section.

You grunt in recognition and drop the box to the floor with a loud bang.

“Gee, thanks Munson. Not like I could have used your help or anything.”

“You never want my help,” he retorts with a scoff.

“You never offer,” you grumble.

You hear him mutter something unintelligible as you start to rearrange the comedy section, making sure to slam each video tape as you put it in place.

“Harrington isn’t gonna like that,” Eddie simpers, peeking over the top of the shelf.

“Are you gonna go tell on me?” you mock.

“Maybe,” he smirks.

You look up and meet his eyes, sticking out your tongue.

“Real mature,” he adds then gives you his signature devil horns before disappearing behind the shelf again.

Once you’re done working on the comedy section you wind around the shelves to get another box of tapes and as you’re doing so run smack into Eddie’s chest.

“Oof!” you screech.

He grabs you by the waist to steady you but doesn’t move away and he’s close enough that you get a whiff of his shampoo.

“Watch where you’re going!” he says even though his eyes are filled with concern.

“I’m fine, THANKS!” you sass, glaring at him.

“Yea well. GOOD,” he answers.

“You can let go of me now,” you mutter.

He lifts his hands from your waist and holds them up next to his head as if he just touched something he shouldn’t have.

You brush past him with a scowl and stomp over to get another box of tapes.

“What did you do now?” Steve asks as he saunters up to Eddie.

“ME?” Eddie says as his mouth falls open. ME??!!”

Steve just smiles and lifts his eyebrows.

“She ran right into me and it’s my fault??!” Eddie whines. “She drives me crazy!”

“Sureeee she did Munson and of course she does. Also, yes, everything is your fault,” Steve says with a lopsided grin.

“Son of a bitch…” Eddie mutters as he walks away.

Robin slides up next to Steve.

“What’s his problem?” Robin asks as she watches Eddie walk away.

“He’s in love and doesn’t know it,” Steve states with a shrug. “So fun to watch.”

Robin looks at Steve and then back at Eddie.

“Poor guy. What a dingus,” Robin mutters.

The next day you’re off from work which means you don’t have to deal with Eddie’s constant annoying presence. Deciding to make a day of it you head to the grocery store for your favorite snacks so you can veg out and watch movies.

You reach the cookie aisle and search the shelves for your favorites, realizing the last box is standing precariously at the edge and just as you reach for it a familiar tattooed arm, reaches above your head and grabs it.

“Oh man, good thing I got here before someone else got the last box,” Eddie says with a dramatic sigh as he presses his free hand to his chest.

“OH MY GOD EDDIE! I swear if you do not give me those cookies….,” you threaten with your fists clenched at your sides.

“What are you gonna do sweetheart?” he croons as he steps into your space. “Hmm?”

You hold his stare, hoping to throw him off, and then lunge forward to grab for the box of cookies. He reads your move and pulls it back just in time causing you to stumble into him.

“Shit, you must really like being close to me,” he chuckles, his free hand once again settled on your waist to keep you from falling to the floor.

You press your palms to his chest and go to push off and away from him but he quickly grabs your wrists and holds you in place. His rings dig into your skin, the metal shining brightly under the fluorescent lights in the store and you give a weak tug to escape but he only moves closer.

His head dips lower and his lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispers, “enjoy your day off sweetheart.”

With those last words he releases you and spins around, dancing back down the aisle with the last box of cookies.

You stand there seething for who knows how long before you let out a frustrated growl and stalk toward the exit.

“Fucking Eddie…,” you mumble as you walk out, not even realizing you just walked by Steve.

“Heyyyyy…did you just say something about fucking Eddie?” Steve questions as he whirls around and follows you out toward your car.

“What?” you say, suddenly aware of his presence. “Steve?”

“Yeah,” he scoffs. “Hi…helloooo did I just hear you say you were fucking Eddie?”

“WHAT?” you shout. “I said NO SUCH THING!”

You stamp your feet several times and grit your teeth before exploding into word vomit.

“It’s my day off…”

“I know,” Steve interjects but quickly holds his hands up in surrender when you give him a death glare.

“And all I wanted to do today is to be a couch potato and watch movies and eat my favorite snacks! BUTTTT NOOOO! I come in here to get my cookies and that asshole snatches them off the shelf right in front of my face like I wasn’t just going to buy them and then dances out after telling me to ENJOY MY DAY OFF!”

You let out an exasperated exhale and slowly lift your gaze to Steve who is standing there wide eyed and clearly surprised by your outburst.

“So, no. I did not say I was fucking Eddie…he wishes…what I did say was- fucking Eddie- because he drives me CRAZY!”

You turn with a grunt and open the car door, slamming it shut before Steve can eek out a goodbye. You peel out of the parking lot and simmer the whole ride back to your house.

The next day you drag yourself into work, pushing open the door with a huff and mumbling hello to Steve and Robin as you walk by.

“What’s wrong with her?” Robin asks.

“Eddie stole her cookies,” Steve says plainly before rushing off to follow you into the back room.

“Hey,” Steve says as he walks in.

“Hi,” you answer as you take off your jacket and put away your bag.

“So,” Steve continues as he comes over. “I’m having a party Saturday night. You should come.”

“Is Eddie going?” you ask, your face pinched in annoyance.

“Nah, you know he doesn’t really do parties,” Steve says with a wave of his hand.

“Maybe,” you tell him. “I never got my vegging out day though so we’ll see.”

Steve nods in understanding. “Well, a few beers might help you relax so you should come.”

“I’ll let you know,” is all you give him before going out onto the floor to restock tapes.

Eddie walks in for his shift a few hours later and you’re taking your break and reading in the back room. He opens the door and his eyes immediately land on you.

“Hey,” he says quietly.

You stare at him.

When you don’t answer he sets down his bag and pulls out a small Ziploc.

“Here,” he says. “I saved you some.”

He waves the bag of cookies in front of your face enticingly and smiles.

“OH, WOW Eddie. THANK YOU! That was so thoughtful and nice!” you say, you tone dripping with sarcasm.

He rolls his eyes and drops the bag into your lap.

“I felt bad,” he explains. “And I decided that instead of eating them all I should share with you!”

“Thanks,” you grumble without looking up from your book.

“Whatcha reading?” he asks.

“A book.”

“Yea I know that” he scoffs as he walks behind your chair and leans over your shoulder. “Oh yeah! This is one of my favorites.”

When his soft hair brushes against your shoulder you momentarily lose focus, the words blurring together on the page and your thoughts becoming muddled.

“How do you like it so far?” he asks, breaking you from your stupor.

“You’ve read ‘The Song of the Lioness’ series?” you ask mockingly.

“Uh yeah. Of course,” he says, still looking at the page you’re on. “This part is SO GOOD!”

Steve walks in before you can give Eddie another sassy retort.

“Break time is over!” Steve announces. “Back to work.”

You close the book and drop it on top of your bag before standing and moving to get your drink. You briefly forget Eddie is behind you and walk into him for the third time in a week.

“Wow,” he laughs. “Do you want a hug or something?”

You give him a disgruntled look and try to move around him but he dances back and forth with you so you can’t get by.

“I want my drink please,” you finally sigh. “Can I get by?”

“Not until you let me give you a hug,” he says. “You’ll feel better.”

“I feel fine.”

“You need a hug.”

“No. I need my drink.”

“Sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Come on babe.”

“Eddie.”

“Please.”

At the soft tone of his voice your shoulders slump and you grumble, “fine.”

Without hesitation he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his body, enveloping you in his scent.

He squeezes you tightly until you circle your arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry I took the last box of cookies,” he whispers.

“It’s ok. Thanks for sharing the leftovers,” you tell him.

“I SAID BREAK IS OVER! What the hell is going on in here!” Steve shouts but when you and Eddie break apart and look over at him, he’s smiling.

You awkwardly brush by Eddie to get your water while Eddie shifts over and rubs the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you.

“I’m going, I’m going,” you grunt as you walk past Steve.

“Nice Munson. Nice,” Steve praises with a waggle of his brows before leaving Eddie alone in the back room.

You and Eddie spend the rest of the workday apart, Steve putting you on register and Eddie on restocking but every time you let your gaze sweep the store to look for Eddie you find his eyes focused on you.

When your shift is over you wave goodbye to everyone and grab your belongings.

“See you tomorrow,” Eddie says as you walk by him.

“Bye Eddie,” you say with a small wave.

“So, are you coming the party this weekend?” Steve asks Eddie after you leave.

“I don’t know Harrington. I don’t really do your parties,” Eddie says with a nonchalant shrug.

“There’ll be beer. Lots of it,” Steve says. “You should at least stop by.”

“Yea…well, um is…is anyone else going?” Eddie asks.

“Robin and Nan and you can totally bring Gareth and Jeff too. The little Gremlins aren’t invited though,” Steve finishes with a pointed look. “I don’t wanna babysit.”

“I’ll think about it,” Eddie says.

The next day is Friday and Family Video’s busiest day of the week. Everyone comes in to rent movies for the weekend and you, Eddie, Robin and Steve are running all over the store to handle everything and everyone.

“You doing ok?” Eddie asks as he rushes by, turning and jogging backward so he can see you but still get to his destination quickly.  

“Hanging in there,” you answer, the last word rushing out before you yell, “Eddie look out!”

Eddie turns just in time to see the life size cut out of Ferris Bueller fill his vision before he runs right into it, trips and falls to the floor.

“Shit,” you mutter as you run over.

“You ok?” you ask, holding out your hand.

He grabs it and quickly stands, brushing out his hair and fixing his vest, his pins jangling together.

“Yep. I’m good. Thanks,” he says quickly, looking around the store.

Everyone is staring and Steve gives him the ‘what the fuck’ face. Eddie picks up the cutout and fixes it.

“Son of a bitch,” he mutters as he walks away.

You slap your hand over your mouth to try and hide your laugh but it doesn’t work and Eddie turns around to glare at you.

“What? It was kind of funny,” you say, clearing your throat.

The side of his mouth turns up into a lopsided smirk before he throws you a middle finger.

By the time your shift is over you’ve barely spoken to anyone and you’re exhausted. You shuffle into the back room to grab your bag and find Eddie slumped over the chair.

“Tired too huh?” you ask as you lean over him to get your things.

“Yea,” he sighs, poking you in the side.

You giggle and try to poke him back but he grabs your finger and traps your hand against his chest, your palm pressed over his necklace.

“Nice try sweetheart.”

Robin walks in while Eddie’s still holding your hand and she gives you both a puzzled look.

“What’s..?” she starts to ask but you pull away from Eddie and grab your things, gliding past both of them with a mumbled goodbye.

“Are you coming tonight?” Robin asks when you pick up the phone and say hello.

“I guess so. I don’t know. Maybe,” you say all at once.

“Aw come on! Don’t be a dingus!”

You sigh into the phone and pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I’ll think about it!” you say.

She squeals on the other end of the line and hangs up.

“Hey! You came!” Steve cheers once you wade through the crowd and find him.

“And I’m already regretting my decision,” you say lightly.

Steve smiles and says, “that’s because you’re still sober.”

He hands you his beer. “Here, drink this.”

You sip the beer and look around, searching for some more familiar faces. You spot Robin by the radio and she starts to frantically wave and call you over.

“I’m gonna go,” you begin, pointing to Robin.

“Yea, yea, go mingle,” Steve says with a grin.

After you finish your first beer you leave Robin in search of another and end up in front of the cooler with some random guy talking you up.

He’s cute and so far seems sweet and funny but he’s clearly tipsy and getting a little too bold.

“Are you just gonna stand here and pout all night?” Steve asks Eddie when he finds him leaning against the wall in a dark corner.

“What else am I gonna do?” Eddie asks. “Gareth and Jeff are already drunk and you’re busy ‘hosting’ and Robin is talking to Vickie…who else is here that I like…”

His thought trails off as his eyes land on you standing by the beer. His low gasp is barely audible over the music and chatter but he can feel his face heat up as he swallows hard and let’s his gaze wander over every inch of you.  

“Oh look!” Steve says cheerfully. “Someone else you like.”

Eddie clears his throat with a scoff but never takes his eyes off you.

“Wow that guy is really pulling out all the stops,” Steve muses. “You better go over there and get your girl.”

“What?” Eddie says, his hair bouncing around his face. “She’s not…we’re not dating.”

Steve turns to look at Eddie expectantly and waits.

“But she’s mine,” Eddie finishes before handing Steve his beer and stalking over to you.

He taps you on the shoulder, harder than intended and you spin around with an “ow!”

Your eyes go wide as you look Eddie over and his eyes visibly darken as they sweep over your body.

“What are you doing here?” he asks with a snarky tone before you can say anything.

“I was about to ask you the same thing!” you fire back. “And in case you hadn’t noticed I’m in the middle of a conversation.”

“Looks thrilling,” he mocks. “I need to talk to you.”

“Too bad. I’m busy,” you tell him.

The guy you were talking to keeps trying to follow the conversation between you and Eddie but in his drunken state all he can do is make faces as he looks back and forth.

“Let’s go,” Eddie says, gently grabbing your arm.

“No! I’m gonna stay here and talk to…uh…this guy,” you say and jerk your arm away.

Eddie chuckles. “This guy? You don’t even know his name!”

“So what? I can find that out!” you counter with a scowl.

“Why are you being so difficult all of a sudden?” Eddie complains. “I just wanna talk to you.”

“Well maybe if you were nicer about it,” you add, narrowing your eyes.

You turn away from Eddie to find your new drunken friend has wandered off to talk to someone else.

“Great! Now the only person I wanted to talk to is gone!” you groan and throw your hands up.

“Aw come on sweetheart, you definitely didn’t want to talk to him! Don’t bullshit me.”

“How would you know?” you shout.

“Because you looked bored out of your mind!”

You down the rest of your beer and stomp past Eddie to look for Steve and say goodbye.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Eddie asks, hot on your heels.

“I’m leaving and I want to say goodbye to Steve.”

Eddie follows you down the hallway and notices an open door so he grabs you by the waist and tugs you inside, shutting the door and pinning you against it.

“What the hell do you think….,” you start.

He presses a ringed finger to your lips and it’s not the action that silences you but the pure shock of it.

His eyes drop to your mouth as he removes his finger and grazes it across your cheek. At the hitch of your breath, he drags his bottom teeth over his lip and smiles.

“You look gorgeous,” he whispers, his hand moving lower and his fingers ghosting over your collar bone.

Your lips are parted but you don’t speak, trying hard to control your breathing when his fingers slide lower and trace over the swell of your breasts.

“You’re so soft,” he murmurs, licking his lips.

“What are you doing?” you ask, willing your voice to remain steady.

“Touching you,” he says as if it’s nothing.

You look up at him through your lashes. “Eddie.”

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

You keep your eyes on his, sucking in a breath when he dips his head and curls his hand around your jaw, pressing his thumb under your chin to tilt your head back.

“Just say the words,” he whispers as his lips brush yours.

Your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks and you lean into him, your fingers dancing up his chest and into his hair.

He closes the space between you, capturing your lips, softly at first but with a growing intensity that makes every inch of your body melt into his.

Your fingers delve into his curls and you pull him closer, all of him pressing against you as you inhale the smell of him.

His hands are everywhere and suddenly he’s kissing you harder, deeper and with a fervent urgent need. You’re thankful for his body holding you in place because he has you weak in the knees.

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[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Metamorphosis | Bucky Barnes x Reader

H, friends! I was working on this fic and then got a message from @the-kestrels-feather asking for almost this exact story??? Tbh our brains are linked. They requested a non-binary reader, which I’ve never written before! So I’m a little nervous, but I did my best. :)

If you like my writing do me a favor and throw me a reblog 🥰

Warnings: Bucky’s trauma, anxiety, PTSD

———————

Now

Bucky’s head lay heavy on your chest, his mind finally quieting enough to let him fall asleep. His calm, rhythmic breathing brought a smile to your face as you gently tangled your fingers through his long locks. Knowing Bucky was getting the rest he needed always made you happier, made you worry just a little bit less. 

The close friendship you’d developed with him was unexpected to say the least. You thought back on how everyone warned you about Bucky when you when you joined the team and moved into the compound. They said he was quiet, cold, aloof- and you’d prepared for him to ignore you completely. But he surprised you. 

Things between the two of you started cautiously. You treated Bucky like a skittish stray cat, waiting for him to come to you at his own pace- and if he never came around, you’d understand. 

But when he found you in the compound’s kitchen baking cookies in the middle of the night, he couldn’t stop himself from being drawn in by your gentleness.

-----One Year Ago-----

“Can’t sleep?”

 Bucky’s deep voice startled you, forcing your heartrate into overdrive. He noticed the way you jumped and the wide eyes that betrayed your fear. He wasn’t sure if you simply didn’t expect company at 3am, or if you were afraid of who he used to be. 

“Oh, sorry. I- I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just…” Bucky made his way to the cupboard and retrieved his favorite tea, “want a cup?” 

With a simple nod, you accepted Bucky’s offer.

“I know this probably looks strange”, you motioned to the massive bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough resting on the counter and the mess that surrounded it, “but I’m not like, a weirdo or anything. I don’t always make cookies in the middle of the night”. Bucky gave you a simple nod, unsure of what to say. 

“It’s just- I bake when I’m stressed. And I’m not used to living here yet…I kinda feel like a fish out of water, you know?” Bucky was all too familiar with the feeling of not fitting in, and still felt like an outsider after years of working with the team. “My anxiety won’t let me fall asleep, so...here I am,” you grabbed a fresh cookie from the cooling rack and extended it to Bucky, “wanna try one?”

He eyed the treat for a long moment before finally accepting. A smile instantly spread across his face as he chewed, and he couldn’t stop himself from shoving the rest of the cookie in his mouth. “These are really good”, he said with his mouth full, “thank you”. 

Without hesitation, you grabbed the cooling rack and extended it to him, “have as many as you want, Sergeant Barnes. Er, James…? Bucky?” Embarrassment colored your cheeks a bright scarlet, “I’m sorry- I just realized that we haven’t spoken yet. I don’t know what to call you…”

Bucky let loose quiet laugh, “it’s alright. Um, Bucky. Bucky is fine”.

He extended his vibranium hand to give you a proper shake, but quickly withdrew and replaced it with his other one. An apologetic look filled his eyes and he looked away, embarrassed. He couldn't believe he'd slipped up so severely, offering you the one thing about him that scared almost everyone he knew.

Just then, the tea kettle began to sing, making both of you jump. Bucky quickly removed it from the heat and prepared his tea and yours, offering you the cup with a cautious smile. 

An overwhelming need to remain in your presence tugged at him, but his trusty anxiety wanted nothing more than to make him scurry upstairs and hide from you. He opened his mouth to wish you goodnight before heading back to his room, but you didn’t give him the chance. 

“Hey, wanna help me finish with these?” you offered him a cookie scoop and raised a brow at him, “it’ll be fun, I promise. And you can eat all the dough you want. Deal?” 

He couldn’t believe how genuinely happy he was, how comfortable you made him feel. Spending this beautifully innocent moment together helped Bucky forget the night terror that had woken him not half an hour ago. And suddenly, he found himself opening up to you. It was only the tiny things- his birthday, where he grew up, his favorite book- but it was more than he’d told anyone in decades.

-----

After that night, you and Bucky slowly became inseparable. Something about you felt safe to him, felt like home. He was warmer around you, his sharp scowl melting into a tentative smile. He didn’t know how to describe it, but Bucky felt drawn to you. There was something about your warm smile and kind eyes that welcomed him in immediately, and he found himself desperate to spend time with you. He wanted to see with you whenever possible, and you returned the feeling tenfold. 

Bucky had a quiet energy that set you at ease. While the world saw him as the cold, ruthless killer who’d carried out countless murders as the Winter Soldier, you saw him as the sweet, shy man who helped you make cookies at 3am. Bucky made you feel heard, made you feel seen. He quietly observed, picking up on tiny details that others would’ve missed. In seemingly no time at all, he’d identified all of your nervous habits, and knew exactly when to ask if you were okay. 

And after Bucky knew for certain that he was safe with you, he opened up. He unlocked the vault in his mind that held every gory, gruesome detail of his time at Hydra and let you rifle through his memories. But you never pushed him. The two of you talked through his decades as the Winter Soldier at his pace, and when it grew to be too much, you were there to bring him back to the present. You had a way of grounding Bucky that made him feel more present than he had in years, saving him from the spirals and rabbit holes that often held him hostage.

It became glaringly obvious to you that Bucky had been suffering in silence ever since joining the team, opting to keep his pain to himself rather than trust someone with his secrets. But things were different with you. He couldn’t believe how easy it was to trust you, to let his guard down and be completely and utterly vulnerable. 

After you took his hand the first time, Bucky realized just what he’d been missing out on. He hadn’t been aware of how desperately he needed human touch, how safe the affection of another person could make him feel. 

It was this physical comfort that saved him from his nightmares night after night, bringing him peace he hadn’t realized he’d been missing. Before getting close with you, Bucky dealt with them alone. He’d eventually scream himself awake, his heart pounding in his chest while cold sweat dripped from his brow. You’d heard him every night since moving in, but only when you knew he felt safe enough with you did venture into his room.

-----Nine Months Ago-----

As they did every night, Bucky's tortured screams startled you awake. All you knew was that he needed help, and you weren’t going to let him go without it. Reflexively, you ran from your room and burst through his door, anxious to rescue Bucky from his demons.

His strong form thrashed beneath his sheets, cold sweat dampening his forehead. His screams were full of a tortured anguish you’d never experienced before, and the sound of his cries sent shivers down your spine. With a quick flip of a switch, you turned on the lamp by Bucky’s bedside, filling the room with a soft glow. Your gentle hands rested against his shoulders, adding only a tiny fraction of pressure as you called out to him.

“Bucky. Bucky, hey. Wake up. You’re okay-”. 

Suddenly, Bucky’s eyes flew open. They were glassy with tears and wide with fear as he stared at you, unbridled alarm still coursing through his veins. His chest rose and fell at an increasingly fast rate, and he did his best to orient himself, but couldn’t seem to get his head on straight. 

“Buck…” you reached for his hand slowly and took it in yours, grounding him in the present moment, “you’re okay- it’s me. You’re safe. It was just a nightmare.” 

With that, Bucky slowly let his muscles relax. He stared down at his hand resting in yours, relishing in the sensation of your warmth. Just like that, he felt safe. He leaned forward until his forehead rested upon your shoulder, mumbling a quiet “thank you” as he tried to catch his breath.

“Want me to stay with you a while?” 

Bucky nodded almost immediately. 

“Then I’ll stay,” you gave his hand a squeeze, “I’ll sit here for as long as you need”. 

But Bucky didn’t want you to just sit at his bedside.  “Do you, uh…” he lifted the covers and invited you into his bed- something he hadn’t done since the 40’s. “Would it be better for you to lay down? It’s the middle of the night…I’m sure you’re tired”. You gave him a pointed look, silently asking if he was sure, and he delivered a confident nod.

With you under the sheets next to him, Bucky felt like he was home. But his demons still clawed at the corners of his mind, chipping away at the sense of peace you brought him. They thrashed and screamed behind the protective walls your presence built, desperate to break free and tear Bucky to shreds. 

He wanted to ask you to hold him, to wrap your arms around him and keep him safe, but he never wanted to make you uncomfortable. He opted to simply hold your hand, squeezing it every few seconds to bring himself back to the present. 

“Do you- Is there anything else I can do?” you looked over at Bucky and clocked his tense jaw, “If you just need a hand to hold, I’m more than happy to help. But…do you need, like, a hug? Do you want me to- to maybe hold you for a while? Or is that too much for you?” Relief flooded Bucky’s expression as you read his mind, “it’s not too much. Are you sure you don’t mind?” 

With your arms spread wide, you welcomed Bucky into your embrace. His head lay nestled against your neck while your arms wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders, protecting him from the outside world. An almost imperceptible shaking rattled his entire body, the adrenaline still ravaging him from the inside. The shaking stopped, however, when your gentle words and soft touch guided Bucky back to a restful sleep.

-----

And so began the nightly routine. Every night you’d fall asleep in your room, only to be woken by Bucky’s screams. And just like that, you’d rush to his side and provide him with the comfort and safety he needed. The two of you would always fall asleep together after that, waking every morning tangled in each other’s embrace. You did your best to convince yourself that, if you went to bed in your room first, sleeping in Bucky’s bed for the second half of the night was completely innocent. But not even you believed that lie.

The two of you held great affection for each other, and no one had ever made you feel the way Bucky did- but you couldn’t tell him that. He was always overly grateful for everything you did for him, but he had no idea what he did for you every day. He was so kind, so empathetic, so understanding. He just wanted to be there for you, to make you smile when you were down. Bucky knew exactly how to make you laugh. And when you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was there. His arms felt like home, like nothing could hurt you if he was holding you. He knew everything about you and accepted you for exactly who you were, just as you did for him. 

But Bucky had a hard time understanding how you could actually be okay with his scars, both mental and physical. And so he opted to keep the physical scars under wraps. He never let you see the damage Hydra did to his body, never let you get even a glimpse of his abused form.

The first time you laid eyes on the reminders of his past, it was completely by accident. Bucky kicked himself for not being careful enough, not shielding you from his ‘disgusting’ deformations- but it only brough the two of you closer.

-----Six Months Ago-----

With your duffel bag slung over your shoulder, you stepped inside the quinjet and thanked the universe that your mission was finally over. But just as you entered the cabin, Bucky’s deep blue eyes met yours in a look of terror. He stood a few feet away, almost hidden in the back of the jet, his top half completely bare. His insecurities screamed at him, begged him to put his tactical vest back on and obscure the gruesome evidence of his past- but he couldn’t move. 

He was completely and utterly frozen with shame, his scars on full display. 

To Bucky, they were hideous. The raised, uneven skin that told the story of his time at Hydra disgusted him more each day. Evidence of bullet wounds and knives taken to the torso littered his upper half, illustrating just how hard his life was as the Winter Solider. Bucky’s eyes flicked down momentarily, eyeing the biggest scar of the bunch. It ran the entire expanse of his shoulder, tightly hugging the seam of his vibranium arm. 

 It was gnarly and jagged, knotted and deep. 

Bucky watched you and waited for you to react with horror- maybe even gag- but you remained silent. Your eyes flicked slowly over his abdomen as you took in each and every mark that made Bucky who he was. And when your gaze finally landed on the long scar that fused flesh to metal, he cringed. 

With cautious steps, you closed the gap between the two of you. Tension buzzed in the air as Bucky’s stomach tied itself in knots, and he was certain the anxiety of it all would make him throw up. He knew you were kind and understanding, but the proof of his Hydra days was enough to make even the nicest person uncomfortable. It was almost too easy for Bucky to convince himself that the mere sight of his scars would leave your friendship dead in the water, but he was wrong. 

“Can I…?”

You cautiously reached out a hand in the direction of his chest, stopping a few inches from the surface of his skin. Bucky wanted to say no, to reject your gesture- but the deep seeded need for comfort won his internal debate. He needed the gentle touch, the warmth of your hand, the peace brought on by physical connection with someone he cared about.

Unable to speak, Bucky nodded.

The pads of your fingers met his skin lightly at first, eliciting a quiet gasp from his chest. The sound filled you with regret and you almost moved your hand away completely, fearing you’d taken things a step too far.

But Bucky didn’t want you to stop.

He couldn’t believe how good it felt, allowing someone to gently touch the abused parts of himself. He’d known only excessive force for decades, and never imagined he’d experience gentleness again. But the way your hand gently ghosted along his skin gave him goosebumps. Your very touch left warmth in its wake and broke down the thick wall Bucky had built to protect himself. A deep, primal sigh of relief left his lips as you added your other hand into the mix, allowing it to gently lay against his largest scar. 

“Were you nervous about me seeing these?” you stared up into his eyes, recognizing the fraction of worry that remained in his expression. 

Once, more Bucky gave you a nod.

“I know you’re a good person- I know that you wouldn’t judge me. But I just- I really don’t want you to see me differently”. He let out a huff as he stared down at his marred chest, “I know they’re…unpleasant to look at. They’re pretty disgusting. And I thought that if you saw them, you’d be scared. I was afraid you’d put distance between us- I don’t want that”. 

One hand left Bucky’s chest and moved up to his face, resting gently against his cheek. He leaned into the gesture almost immediately, desperate for as much physical contact as possible.

“They’re not disgusting, Buck. They’re you. Everything about you- even the stuff you don’t like- makes you who you are”. Bucky’s eyes flicked toward the floor. “I don’t want you feeling like you have to hide part of yourself,” you let one finger drag lazily between a few smaller marks near his clavicle, “we should play connect the dots with them. Who knows- maybe they form something cool? Like a velociraptor. Or a pretzel”.

Bucky’s eyes rolled so far back in his head that you feared they’d get stuck there- but he couldn’t stop himself from laughing. His arms wrapped you in a bear hug and pulled you flush against his scarred chest, enveloping you in the warmth of his embrace. Your hands snaked up his spine, taking inventory of the scars that littered his back and shoulders. 

“You don’t have to be embarrassed about the scars- or anything from your past. Especially not with me. Okay?” 

-----

With you around, Bucky felt like a new man. Your presence warmed him from the inside out and made the hollow feeling that he'd plagued him for decades a thing of the past. He still flinched every now and then- out of instinct- when you raised a hand to play with his hair or rub his shoulders. Seeing him wince preemptively broke your heart every time, but the instances of fear slowly became less frequent. 

He never had to wonder if he was safe with you- he knew. He trusted you not to hurt him; something he couldn’t say about anyone else. His defenses lowered a bit more each time he spent time with you, each time he felt your gentle hands raking through his hair or rubbing the length of his spine. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, he didn’t feel like he had to protect himself. With you lying next to him, there was no need for hypervigilance.

You seemed to erode his defenses over time, like the ocean wearing away at a jagged cliff. Only one of his many defense mechanisms remained in place, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he felt comfortable letting it go.

-----Three Months Ago-----

Bucky had worn a pained expression all day, but wouldn’t give you a clue as to the cause. He sat through his debriefing, a team meeting, and dinner with Wanda and Sam, all while doing his best to hide his discomfort. But he couldn't hide it from you. You knew him too well, too intimately, to believe the manufactured facade that covered his pain like a mask.

It wasn’t until the two of you were alone in his room that he finally came clean. He dropped down onto his bed, grimacing the second his body hit the mattress. 

“Buck? Can you talk to me? You’re clearly in pain- what’s going on?” You joined him on the bed cautiously, careful not to shake or jostle him in any way. His stormy blue eyes stared up at you and he did his best to prop himself up on his metal elbow- but faltered almost instantly. 

“It’s my arm…” he lifted the vibranium limb ever so slightly, wincing as he did so. The look of confusion you wore would’ve made Bucky laugh- if it weren’t for the agonizing pain. “It’s not the arm itself- I mean, the arm is what’s hurting me. It rubs against my scar sometimes. It digs into the skin and puts pressure on what’s left of my joint”. He fell quiet for a moment and let his eyes drift downward until he found the courage to speak up once again.

“Is it okay if I- would you mind if I take it off?” 

You cocked your head to the side, “Buck, it’s your arm. You don’t have to ask me permission-”

“No, I know. I just mean…I actually think I'd feel okay not wearing it around you, like I don’t need it. I know I don’t have to protect myself. But I don’t want to make you feel weird.”

Your fingers ran slowly through his long hair, gently scratching at his scalp like you often did. “It won’t make me feel weird- I want you to be comfortable. If not wearing it will make you feel better, then I want you to take it off.” 

A small smile crept across Bucky’s face. He sat up slowly, grimacing as his metal arm dug into his scar tissue. His right hand moved upward, ready to undo the mechanisms that locked his arm in place- and then he stopped. He shot you a look, silently asking if you were sure, and your reassuring smile was all he needed.

His fingers worked nimbly to detach the arm from his body, a deep sigh of relief escaping his lips when the heavy vibranium dropped onto the bed. 

“Better?” 

“Better”

-----

The reminders of his past- his arm, his scars- brought him both physical and mental pain on a daily basis. With your help, the voice in his head that called him a monster fell almost completely silent. 

When he looked in the mirror and ran his eyes over the version of himself that Hydra created, he couldn’t help but feel a little more at peace. You slowly helped him accept that he’d never be the bright-eyed kid from Brooklyn he once was, and he was okay with that. Together, the two of you found a way to help him grow comfortable with the scars that littered his body and the weapon that served as his left arm. 

But something nagged at him.

He’d grown to accept his new reality, but there was one thing left over from his time at Hydra that wasn’t permanent.

-----Now-----

Bucky awoke suddenly, his head leaving its resting place on your chest. 

“Buck? Hey, is everything okay?” you stared down at him, your hand still tangled in his long locks.

His intensity alarmed you. Only seconds ago, he'd been fast asleep without a care in the world- but a deep sense of urgency now set his eyes aflame. He quickly sat up and took a deep breath, the gears in his mind turning at an unmatched speed. He had a nervous energy buzzing around him that set you on edge. But just as you opened your mouth ask yet again what was wrong, he blurted out the reason for his unrest.

“I want to cut my hair.”

Admittedly, you hadn’t expected Bucky’s hair to be the cause of his sudden outburst. He’d taken you so off guard that all you could do was stare at him and simply repeat what he’d said. 

“You…want to cut your hair?”

Bucky gave you a nod. “I’ve been thinking about it, and when I look in the mirror, I don’t look like me. I look like…him. I don't recognize myself. I can deal with the arm, and you’re making me feel better about the scars. I can’t change those things about myself- I’ll always have to have a replacement for my arm, and the scars aren’t going away, regardless of the serum. But the hair…it’s not me. I don’t…”

He swallowed hard, “I don’t want to look like the Winter Soldier anymore”.

All this time, you’d been so focused on helping Bucky find peace with the permanent side effects of his time at Hydra- but you hadn’t even considered the easiest fix. His long hair was a holdover from Hydra’s neglect, a sign of how little they cared about him. At no point did they think to give him the grooming he deserved, whether he was under cryo or fully alert. You thought maybe no one could get close enough to him while armed with scissors, but if they ordered him not to kill the barber, he’d obey. But you supposed that, just maybe, letting his hair grow was better than forcibly shaving his head and erasing even more of his identity. 

“Of course, Buck. Let’s…” you reached for your phone and began searching the internet for barber shops in the area, “I’ll make you an appointment somewhere. We can-”

“I want you to do it.”

The phone slipped from your hand. Your eyes flicked up to meet Bucky’s but he didn’t crack a smile or give you a laugh- he was serious. “I’m not- I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how to cut hair, Buck. I tried to give myself bangs once and the results were…disastrous”.

But Bucky didn’t care.

“Please? I trust you…" he ran a hand through his soon to be shorn locks, "I only trust you”.

And that was all the convincing you needed. It didn’t matter that it was the middle of the night; only moments later, you'd gathered clippers and a pair of scissors, ready to give Bucky a makeover. He watched you in the mirror as you took inventory of his long locks. Your gentle hands moved through his hair, weaving their way in and out while you decided on a plan of attack. 

“Okay. Um…” your hands slid down and rested on his shoulders, “we’re gonna- I’m gonna start with the scissors and you know, make it shorter. And then just, like, clean it up with the clippers? I guess?”

Bucky chuckled at your nervous stammering. His cold hand snaked upward to meet one of yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze as your nerves bubbled over. 

“It doesn’t have to be perfect- it doesn’t even have to be good. I just want to look like me.”

“Well, you’re gonna look like you, but with a shitty haircut”.

He eyed your hand as you reached for the scissors, a familiar sense of dread filling his chest when the sharp blades caught the light. His instincts wanted him to disarm you, to rip the scissors from your hands and prevent you from coming near him with the pointed metal. But he fought against the reflex. He did his best to remain calm, but his shaky breathing caught your attention. Slowly, you replaced the scissors on the bathroom counter. 

“I know you’re not gonna hurt me…it’s just a reflex”, Bucky spoke with his head down, still trying to get a handle on his anxiety, “It's just- I see someone with what could be a weapon, and the training tries to take over automatically- no matter what”. 

“That’s okay. Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. We can-”

“Yes. I’m sure. Please, I trust you”.

And so began the transformation. 

Armed with a pair of scissors, you slowly moved in the direction of Bucky’s long hair. His shoulders tensed and his brow furrowed as the blades got closer, and it took everything in you not to tear up.

“You’re doing great, Buck. Take a deep breath for me, okay?”

He did as you asked- just as you made the first cut. Slowly and carefully, you cut away at Bucky’s soft locks. The tension in his jaw seemed to let up ever so slightly as your familiar hands weaved their way through his hair like they had so many times before. 

He kept his head down and his eyes closed, forcing himself to keep his breathing steady as the scissors carved their way through his long strands. He was doing so well, staying so calm and still for you. It was only when you heard a quiet sniffle that you put the scissors down.

“Buck? Hey, what’s going on?” you knelt at his feet, your hands resting on his knees, “talk to me. Do you regret doing this? Cause we can stop. I’ll just-”

He raised his head for the first time since your started cutting and met your eyes with his tearful stare. “I’m fine- I’m better than fine. This is…these are good tears. I’ve been thinking about this for so long. I’m just- please, would you keep going?” He flashed you a small, reassuring smile that launched you back into action. 

There were a few pauses here and there for you to watch YouTube tutorials and look up tips from experts. When you finished with the scissors, a deep sigh of relief left Bucky’s chest. He leaned his head back for a moment and rested it against your body, smiling to himself as your familiar warmth set him at ease. But the loud buzzing of the clippers set him on edge once again. 

Even though you’d warned him of the incoming noise, a sharp flinch pulled his muscles into hard lines as the sound vibrated inside of his skull. You quickly shut the clippers off, reinstating the peaceful quiet. But Bucky didn’t want you to stop.

“It’s okay- I’m fine. You can turn them back on…” he said with his head bowed, “I need this”.

And so you turned the clippers back on, once again filling the small room with noise. Bucky flinched ever so slightly as the sound grew closer to his head, but found all the comfort he needed in your free hand resting against his shoulder. His metal hand reached up, laying atop yours and giving it a squeeze for an extra dose of security. this jaw remained tense as the clippers worked their way up and down his scalp, but your hand resting under his was all he needed. And when you were finally finished, his new style actually looked pretty decent. 

“Um, okay. I’m done. Give it a look- tell me what you think…” you waited with bated breath for Bucky to finally give his new image peek. It took him a long moment for him to gather the courage to face himself; he’d been forced into change so many times, and now that it was on his own terms, it was somehow scarier. With a deep breath, Bucky faced the mirror.

More tears welled in his eyes and cascaded down his cheeks as he took in the final product. He couldn’t believe it- he actually recognized himself. Staring back at him wasn’t a tortured killer, it was the James Buchanan Barnes he used to know. He was quiet as he stared at himself in the mirror. His gaze never wavered, almost as though he feared that if he blinked or looked away, this version of him would cease to exist yet again. He slowly ran his hand through his short tresses, feeling more like himself than he had in years. 

His quiet stare made you nervous. You didn’t want to ruin the moment, but you couldn’t stop yourself from piping up, “Do you like it? If not, I can go find one of the guys, maybe they can-”

“The last time I looked like this, I was following Steve onto a Hydra train…”

The room filled with an eerie silence as Bucky thought back on that fateful day. He swore he could still feel the ice cold wind whipping across his face, the sensation of falling without any hope of a safe landing. A small shiver crawled up his spine, and you feared he may lose himself in the violent flashback. But a sudden light in his eyes gave you hope.

Bucky quickly turned around and enveloped you in a hug so tight you saw stars. He whispered thanks into the crook of your neck over and over again as the weight of the moment overwhelmed him completely. The two of you remained locked in each other’s arms for a few long moments, breathing together as Bucky regained his composure. The emotion of it all was almost too much but, as always, your presence brought Bucky back to earth, back to the present.

“Thank you. I know I just said it like a hundred times but…” Bucky pulled away and ran a hand through his hair, “thank you for doing this for me”. 

The two of you walked hand in hand back to bed, exhausted from the 3am catharsis. Bucky’s head rested against your sternum as your ran your hand through his hair, getting accustomed to the new cut. Bucky’s body begged him to sleep, but he resisted the pull of rest. He had things he needed to say to you that were far more important than rest- but couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact. Instead, his head remained on your chest, your heartbeat bringing him peace as he spoke. 

“I can’t thank you enough. For everything. I never thought…I didn’t think I’d get to have someone like you in my life- someone so patient and kind and understanding. You’re just good. I hope you know how much you mean to me, how much I appreciate you. You changed my life. And I don’t know how much longer I have left, you know? But I’m glad I’ve gotten to spend even a little bit of my time on earth with you”.

And now it was you who couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. A few tears welled in your eyes and dripped down your cheeks, dampening your shirt. Bucky heard the uptick in your heartbeat as your emotions swelled, but didn’t point it out. He simply held you a little tighter, waiting until you were ready to speak- and even then, all you managed was a shaky “I’m always here for you, Buck.”

The two of you finally drifted off to sleep, your bodies tangled together in a safe embrace. For Bucky, getting close to you was never about anything other than being your friend. He didn’t open up to you in the kitchen that night because he suspected that you might’ve been able to help him wade through the dark waters of his past- from the very first smile you shot his way, he was hooked. It was a happy accident that being near you helped him learn how to trust again, to accept himself for who he was and who he could be.

And your goal was never to fix Bucky- he wasn’t broken. People joked about him being a problem to be solved or a question to be answered, but you simply saw him as a quiet, tormented man who didn’t deserve even a fraction of what he’d gone through. But when he started to thaw out, to grow comfortable with the idea of closeness with another human being, you realized just how good the two of you were for each other. Watching Bucky slowly rediscover who he was with you by his side felt like watching a chrysalis crack open at the beginning of spring.

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[theladyinwhite13]

dear diary,

today i realized i forgot my swimsuit so i went to go buy one and while i was crossing the street i saw a pretty girl and she turned to me and told me she liked my bag!!!!! and that my blush looked really pretty!!! and that she HAD to tell me i was cute!! and that was adorable so i felt pretty the rest of the day. i went into the surfshop with the barbie merch (yesterday they had a stand outside with it and they didnt have it today!!! no barbie merch to be seen!!!) and i just got the cheapest one i could find that was not a bikini (my dad hates me) so i buy it and whateve and when put it on, turns out it had sideboob!! i had my sideboobs out!! but my dad didnt go with us to the beach so it was fine and now i really want a chewy chocolate cookie for some reason, also i cant get the sand out of my hair oh god

COCAINE SIDE BOOB CHOKE HER WITH A SEAVIEW ahem sorry

you actually look pretty all the time 🥰 and I’m glad you had fun!!! and if kens job is beach then literally the least the beach could do is keep the barbie merch out for you

#I would totally bring you cookies btw

[moonshotsx]

Hi bestie!!! I feel like I’m speaking for everyone when I say we NEED more of the sb AU 🥺 would you wanna tell us about the first date/meeting they’d have where they officially proposition Kam to be their sugar baby? Who does more of the talking? How many courses does it take before Kam explodes from dame’s intensity? The people need to know 😌💕

hi bestie!! sure thing, here's a little prompt just for you 🥰😌

--

Kam was slowly realizing what he had gotten himself into as he sat at a table of one of the most exclusive restaurants in all of Paris.

He didn't expect much from the hookup with the two women from a week prior, but when he had been offered the opportunity to see them again, he couldn't possibly refuse it.

He sat opposite Paloma and Dame as the redhead ordered everyone's food.

He felt severely underdressed with his simple shirt and jeans, especially compared to what the other two were wearing.

Paloma was wearing a burgundy satin blouse, almost strategically unbuttoned to the point where a red lace bra peeped through. He had taken a peek at her legs when he was being escorted to the private balcony table, his eyes briefly landing on her pencil skirt and heels.

Dame, on the other hand, seemed to still be wearing what Kam assumed was her work attire, a black matching pantsuit.

She looked even more intimidating than Kam remembered her being.

"You were saying you work at a restaurant, chéri?" Paloma's sultry voice got a hold of Kam's attention.

"Uh, yeah," he blushed at the sudden attention, "I have a morning shift at a pâtisserie, helping out a friend there, and a night one at a restaurant, both in Le Marais area".

"Le Marais? Quite a lovely area, didn't you just cook up a distributing deal there?" Paloma asked, turning her attention to Dame as the latter waited for her glass to be filled by the sommelier.

"That's correct," it was the first time Dame had spoken ever since he had arrived. Her voice sounded even better than he remembered.

"I hope you don't mind I ordered for you too, chéri, force of habit since I always do it for Dame, she isn't one to talk much," she gave him a small wink, prompting the slightest scoff from the brunette.

Kam reassured it was fine by him, he wasn't sure he would have brought himself to order anything after glancing over the prices.

He managed to keep a steady conversation going with Paloma, with the occasional comment added in by Dame as they waited for their food.

There was something about the brunette that intimidated and turned him on at the same time, more than he would like to admit.

"What do you do, Paloma? You mentioned having lots of important clients, but that doesn't help to narrow it down".

"Me? I work as a lawyer, I mostly take civil cases, though, running my own firm is work enough," she answered as she took the first bite of her lunch, effortlessly twirling the spaghetti around her fork.

It took a moment for it to hit Kam, finally realizing why the redhead had a familiar aura about her.

"Wait! You're Nicky Doll's lawyer! The one that helped her win her case against her ex-husband a few years ago! I remember it being all over the news when it first happened!"

Paloma gave him a warm smile, "Aren't you a smart little cookie?" she praised him, a tingle running down Kam's back as he heard her, "You'd be correct. Nicky is a longtime friend of mine and it was a pleasure to help her".

She leaned back on her chair before continuing, "Now that you reminded me, I should absolutely invite her over for brunch next time she's in town. I bet her daughter is so grown up by now".

While Paloma was distracted by her thoughts, Kam took the opportunity to build up the courage to speak to Dame directly.

The brunette was intent on cutting her medium-rare steak, taking her time with each bite.

"And, uh, what do you do? Paloma mentioned distributing deals..."

"Martin & co. Cellar," she simply replied as she took another bite.

"Oh, you work for them?" Kam was familiar with the wine company. The restaurant he worked at offered a small selection of their wines and they all ran on the pricier side.

"Actually, I own the company".

Kam almost choked on his lunch, not expecting that reply. Dame was rich, and he was probably making a fool of himself for not knowing who she was.

He tried to apologize but was stopped by a slight gesture from the brunette. He swore he saw her smile.

"It's alright, it's... nice to not be known by someone before we meet for once," she said, her light blue eyes keeping the eye contact with Kam's brown ones.

Paloma came to his rescue, turning the conversation on a different topic that was sure to capture the blond's interest.

"Now that we got the basics out of the way, I'm guessing you're curious to know why we wanted to meet up with you again after our little... fun night," she started, leaning in to refill Kam's glass of champagne.

"You see, chéri, Dame and I are always looking for ways to... you could say, enrich our time and that's where you'd come in".

"Why me?"

"Call it a connection, but when we saw you at the club last week, both of us just felt like we had to know you more," she rested her chin on her hand, "Of course, if you want us to".

Kam's eyes darted from Paloma to Dame, shy from the attention, "How exactly would you like to know me more?"

"I'll admit that the moment I saw you, all I wanted to do was spoil you," Paloma smiled, her red lips showing off a genuine smile, "I brought up the idea to Dame, and she agreed she also would like to do so too. Truth be told, she scheduled this little meeting today".

"What would I have to do in exchange for that?"

"Nothing you aren't comfortable with, of course, anything money can buy is yours as long as you ask one of us for," she explained as she was interrupted by a phone ringing.

Dame quickly answered the call in English - probably the hottest Kam's heard her sound - before she excused herself to the other side of the balcony.

"We've already had our fun last week, chéri, and you can experience it as many times as you'd like. Or maybe just spend some time with us if you accept our offer. It's your call and we'll respect your decision," she finished her pitch, her hand slowly caressing Kam's.

"I... I have to think about it," he admitted, slightly biting his lower lip. He didn't want to sound ungrateful for the opportunity, but he also couldn't jump into something just because Paloma and Dama were the two hottest women he had ever met.

"You don't have to answer us now, you have our numbers. One call or text when you have your decision will be enough".

Kam nodded appreciatively, just as Dame walked back to their table with a sigh.

"I have to go, they need me at the office, sorry," she said to Paloma, leaning over to kiss the redhead on the lips as the latter cupped her cheek with one hand, "I apologize to you too, Kam, I'll leave you to Paloma, I'm sure she'll be able to keep you company".

She straightened herself, walking up to Kam as she rested her hand on one of his shoulders, gently squeezing it.

"You'll have to make up for it tonight, chou," Paloma told her before Dame took her stuff and walked away.

There was a moment of silence before Paloma broke the silence once again, "She means well".

"What?"

"Dame, I could see it all over your face that you were scared to make a poor impression on her. She looks intimidating, but once you get to know her, she's one of the kindest people you'll ever meet. Also, she likes you already, no need to worry".

"I didn't mean to-".

Paloma smiled, "I know, just putting it out there," she reached for the bottle once again, pouring herself another glass, "Champagne?"

Kam started for a moment on the newly empty chair before he reached for his glass, "I'd love some".

-

Another few days had gone by before Kam felt ready to give Paloma an answer.

The redhead ended up driving him home after their lunch, worrying he had drank a bit too much to be walking back to his apartment alone.

He felt like he couldn't pass onto the opportunity they had given him.

He settled on giving Paloma a call during his evening off from work.

"This is Paloma Bardin speaking," the older woman's voice made him sit up.

"Hi, yeah, this is Kam?"

"Oh my, hello there, chéri, I've been waiting for your call".

"You have?"

"Why, of course, I have. I'm guessing you have an answer for us?"

He nodded, even if she couldn't see him, "I had the day off today so I had a lot of time to think about it and... I accept your offer".

"Exquisite, I knew you would make the right choice, chéri," he could feel her smile over the phone, "Are you home right now?"

"Yeah, why?"

His phone went quiet for the next ten minutes. Then his doorbell rang.

He went up to open his door, finding Paloma on the other side. She towered over him with her heels, her body wrapped in a heavy coat left open to reveal an outfit similar to the one he had seen her in at the restaurant.

"Would you like to have a taste of your newfound lifestyle?"

All Kam could do was nod before Paloma closed up the space between them, her lips on his as she closed the door behind her.

#fic prompt #sb kam au #kam x paloma x dame

[wa-royal-tea]

— Bittersweet; Mother’s Day Specials (3/3)

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Note: That’s the end of the mother’s day specials! Happy mother’s day to all the mothers around the world! 🥰

Cormere, Cordelia (8:48pm)

Alfie (to the phone): Yes, mum. We’re about to take off. I’ll call you when we land. Tell Rae not to wait for us.

Phone:......

Alfie: Oh, alright. We’ll see you there then. Bye.

???: Is that mum?

Alfie: Mhm. She’s already in Holan with Rae. Rae's begging to go home.

???: *sighs* That girl always gets what she wants.

Alfie: Can you blame her? She’s mum’s first grandchild and everyone waited so long for her.

???: I know. But I don’t want to spoil her too much. What if she grows up to be like “you-know-who”?

Alfie: She won’t. Trust me.

???: You must’ve thought I was harsh when I ground her the other day.

Alfie: Not really. She did get in trouble, so she has to learn there’s consequences for her actions.

???: Then why didn’t you ground her? You made me look like the bad guy to her.

Alfie: Sayang (Darling), you know I can’t do that. You’re better at this disciplining thing. I’m weak whenever she give me that pleading look.

???: Urgh, you can’t be like that. You need to be more strict with her, or else she’s going to walk all over you.

Alfie: Like how I let you do that to me? I’m weak for you too.

???:...I hate you.

Alfie: *chuckles* No, you don’t. If you do, this won’t be in you.

???: If you call the baby a “this” again, I’ll bite you.

Alfie: Ooh, please do.

???: Oh lord, I married a weirdo.

Alfie: You love this weirdo. Don’t deny that.

???: I’m going to sleep. You’re giving me a headache.

Alfie: *laughs* Goodnight, babe.

???: You suck, Alfie.

Calista House, Holan (1:00am)

Sofia: Welcome home. How was the flight?

Alfie: It got delayed for a bit because of a storm, but everything was fine.

???: Where’s Rae?

Sofia: She’s asleep upstairs.

Alfie: Thank you for looking after her, mum. I hope it’s not a trouble for you.

Sofia: Nonsense! She’s never a trouble for your dad and I. We’re getting lonely at the palace, it’s good to have a child playing around again. Reminds me of you when you were young.

Alfie: *chuckles* I’m glad she filled in the loneliness for you and dad.

Sofia: Indeed, she does.

Sofia: I have to leave now. I have an audience with the Prime Minister tomorrow. I don’t want to wake up late for that.

???: Wait! Mum, did Rae tell you what really happened at school?

Alfie: Oh, yeah. You said you’d try to get something out of her. Did she spill anything?

Sofia: Yes. She said that the girl made fun of her mama and she got mad because this wasn’t the first time that girl did that to her.

Alfie: That girl made fun of who? Whose kid is this? I should meet with her parents. How the hell did they raise this kid.

???:...she was defending her mama?

Sofia: Mhm.

???: I...I see.

Sofia: Well, I’ll take my leave. The chauffer is waiting for me. Goodnight, both of you. Rest well.

*door opens and closes*

Alfie: Sayang? Is everything okay?

???: I’m going to check on Rae.

*door creaks*

Raeliana: *snores loudly*

Alfie: Shh, don’t wake her.

???: I know!

Alfie: What’s she holding?

???: It’s...a drawing. She drew us.

Alfie: Awww, that’s adorable.

Raeliana: Papa?

Alfie: I’m here, baby. Go back to sleep.

Raeliana: *yawns* Mmmma...I made cookies for you.

???: You did?

Raeliana: Mmm...

Alfie: She went back to sleep. Come on, let’s leave. We don’t want to wake her.

???: Yeah. You leave first, I’ll come in a minute.

Alfie: Alright.

*door opens and closes*

???: I’m sorry too, Rae. For getting mad at you.

???: Goodnight, sweetie. I love you.

#sims story #sims storytelling #ts4 story #sims 4 story #ts4 storytelling #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 royal #ts4 legacy #ts4 #ts4 edit #ts4 roleplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 simblr #WRTStory #WRT: Part 4 #Mini Story: Bittersweet #Sim: Alfie #Sim: Sofia #Sim: Raeliana

[rachalixie]

I hope the questionable decisions were fun at least!!

My weekend wasn’t the best unfortunately🥲 spent a lot of it very anxious and sad and then today I had to move a ton of furniture so now I’m also physically exhausted

BUT!!!! I finally got to try chai 🥹 it was an iced pumpkin chai latte bc I can’t resist pumpkin 😅 but I liked it a lot!!!

I also got the ingredients to make my beloved pumpkin chocolate chip cookies this week so I’m excited about that🥰

-💚

they were........not.....but it's fine!!! everything is fine!!! you know that one meme of the dog in the room on fire that's me

ah i just moved recently i definitely get the absolute exhaustion from moving furniture it absolutely drains you

omg im so happy!!! pumpkin chai is so good it's like a cup of comfort hehe

[prosopopeya]

1) sat through perhaps one of the worst faculty meetings I’ve ever had to sit through that just reminded me of actually I’m very sick of hearing people talk about kids in this way. and while I feel bad for not sticking around to advocate for them, I cannot stand to listen to these people and one day I would just go the fuck off

2) had a job interview today that I think went fine?????? we’ll see, and I hope I get that one bc it’s no presentations seemingly and only dealing with employees.

3) THE HOUSE IS CLEAN. we tackled the apartment and got it all cleaned up and all my laundry is done, and I changed the sheets, and all I have to do now is check on my plants. tomorrow I’ll have to do the cat boxes one last time, and the only packing I have left is the shower stuff (currently drying) and my makeup after I put it on.

4) I’m about to do my nails (after the plants) and I keep nudging it back on the list bc it’ll be like the last pre wedding/first wedding prep thing that I do and I’m just like savoring that feeling idk.

5) Jon just surprise ordered me an ice cream cookie sandwich from my favorite ice cream place (that makes their own cookies and I think either uses a local ice cream place or makes their own) 🥰🥰

#ITS ALL HAPPENING

[starstruckkittensweets]

“Winter Waltz” (Levi x Mia)

Summary: In the winter of 858, Mia takes Levi’s hand and leads him into the nearby town for a midnight walk - as well as a surprise in the square. 

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Levi x Mia (OC)  Words: 3.5k 

Warnings: post-Season 4 Marley setting, some spoilers for manga ending (no deaths mentioned), mentions of scars and war injuries 

Hello everyone! I know I’ve been absent on here for a little while, between work and writer’s block it’s been one heck of a few months. Hopefully things will start to settle down now and I’ll be able to focus more on writing and smoothing out my schedule, at least for a little bit. 

So I’m back for Christmas with a little Levi fic, as part of @levi-supreme’s Happy Birthday Levi 2022 celebration (featuring my OC Mia from my story A Wolf with Wings)! Rei is an absolute sweetheart and I was so excited when she announced she would be bringing this little event back this year! So go and show her some love! 🥰 Thank you for letting me participate again this year Rei - and I tried not to make it too similar to my fic last year! Writing this fic was a lot of fun and it helped me with my writer’s block after so long, so thank you for helping me get back into writing just in time for our special captain’s birthday! 

Aside from the warnings mentioned above, this is supposed to be a feel-good fic, a possible ending to my AWWW series for both Levi and Mia (as well as their little family). Not sure if this is going to be canon but just in case, possible slight AWWW spoilers ahead! I hope you enjoy! 

(Also, the titular waltz at the end of the story was written with Marriage d’Amour in mind!) 

“Come outside with me.”

Levi glared at me from over the rim of his teacup, and I could tell he was already poised to say no. But as I slipped my coat over my shoulders and grabbed my mittens, he gave a heavy sigh and pushed himself out of his seat. I met him halfway in the kitchen with his coat, just so he wouldn’t put any extra strain on his bad leg.

“Any particular reason you’re dragging my ass out in the snow close to midnight, brat?”

My cheeks grew warm at the old familiar nickname. “Only to show you something real quick. It won’t be long, I promise.”

“The kids—”

“They’ll be fine, Ada’s already agreed to watch them for the night. She should be here any minute now.”

Of course, his biggest worry would be the three little bundles in the next room over, tucked away for the night and already sound asleep. But they had been my first priority when planning for tonight; a quick request to Ada earlier in the week (with a promise of bringing her and her family freshly baked cookies and pastries), and she was ready to play babysitter for a couple hours on Christmas Eve. Gabi and Falco would’ve been my first choice, given how much the young boy enjoyed playing with the kids whenever they visited, but they were already busy with their own families. Our neighbor Ada was already taking a late shift at her family’s little shop, so she agreed to swing by on her way home to watch them for a little bit.

“Here, I got it.” As Levi tucked himself into his coat, I draped his scarf across his neck and began wrapping it around his collar. He didn’t grumble or mutter under his breath about how he didn’t need my help, he could handle it just fine on his own. He was getting more worn out these days, his eyes always soft with sleep.

But it was a good kind of tired. The kind where you could snuggle up in bed and fall asleep almost instantly. The kind of tired that almost felt…peaceful.

It was a good look on Levi. He deserved it, after everything he had done for us—not just for me and our three kids, but for his fellow soldiers, and the five kids across the sea on Paradis. He had fought so hard for so long, he deserved to have some peace and quiet for a change.

Finally the two of us were bundled up, with Levi tying on the last accessory of his outfit: a black patch over his right eye, covering the majority of the scar on his face. As often as I told him he didn’t need it, that he looked beautiful with his numerous scars, he insisted on wearing it whenever we left our little home, especially when the kids were out with us.

“They don’t need to see that shit.”

Never mind that our little boy of five years still crawled into his lap to press his tiny hands to Levi’s face, tracing the ridged lines down his cheek and over his lips. Or our two girls who took turns kissing him right on his scar and babbling away in their own little language. They didn’t seem to care in the slightest; never scared of how he looked, never shied away from his clouded eye or the missing fingers on his right hand. To them he was still their father, scars and bruises and all.

There was a knock at the door, and once Ada had greeted us (and practically rushed us out the door, encouraging us to have fun for even a little bit), Levi and I were on our way. The walk to town was mercifully short, just down the path and over the stone bridge that stretched across the river. I took Levi’s arm in my own, the snow crunching beneath our boots with every step we took.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Some place special,” I said with a wink. “But I’m not telling you where.”

He rolled his eyes but snuggled deeper into my side. Even through the sleeves of his coat and the wool of my mittens, I could feel his body heat pressing into my skin. But he grumbled as his forehead knocked into the earmuffs resting on the top of my head, before adjusting his position and continuing his walk. He had given them to me as a gift the first winter we lived here in Marley, on the morning of the first snowfall of the season. Most of the other women living here took to wearing them whenever it got too cold, and I had to say, they did the job well. I could finally enjoy the long winter nights without the tips of my ears burning red.

The river was calm beneath the bridge, curving around the rocks in its path, lapping gently at the shores. The town was just in sight, the faint lamplight illuminating our path. With a spring in my step I tugged on Levi’s arm—but still mindful of his injured leg. Even after all these years it could still give him trouble if he wasn’t careful.

It wasn’t too different from Ahorne, or even Shiganshina back on Paradis. We had the surrounding forest to thank for that; unlike some of the newer cities that had been constructed in the last few years, this little sliver of land could handle being a bit sleepy and old-fashioned. Travelers didn’t see fit to drive their fancy cars through the dirt road, opting for the traditional horse-drawn carriage to get around the town. Levi was always grumbling about how long it would stay that way though, about how long we would have until we were forced to adapt to the new way of life. He hated cities just as much as I did.

But I always brushed it off, smiling as I told him, “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” Let us enjoy this quiet little town while we still can.

A soft glow of lamplight drifted through the streets. Shops were lined across the sidewalks, most of them closed down with a sign plastered in the window, promising to open again the day after Christmas. Further down was a bustling tavern, with cheering patrons and hearty laughter spilling from the open doors. Levi scoffed under his breath as one pair of partiers stumbled their way out of the tavern, a young man with his arm slung over his girl’s shoulders, both of them blissfully lost in each other’s presence.

“They’ll freeze out here if they’re not careful.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled him closer, fingers pressing into the sleeve of his coat. “Let them be. We were kind of careless like that, once.”

“What do you mean ‘were,’ brat?” I couldn’t help but laugh as he swooped me into his arms, pressing my back against his chest as he ran his fingers up the hem of my coat. “You’re still like that, you know. Still a pain in my ass.”

He was faster than I expected, his countless years of training still fresh in his mind as he slid his hands up and down my sides. I was giggling uncontrollably at the ticklish sensation, boots crunching against the snow as I tried to wriggle out of his tight grip. But he was persistent, snatching me by the wrist and following me as I led him further into the little sleepy town.

“Come on, I’m not that bad! Besides, we’re almost there, so try to keep up!”

Our destination rested in the heart of the town, closest to the cobblestone square where citizens and travelers alike preferred to flock. An old, run-down building that had definitely seen better days, but it wasn’t the worst-looking place I’d seen. I think it had been in business before the fall of 854, but the previous owners had left since then, and the entire shop had been left in shambles since. If I remembered correctly, it used to be a candy shop—one Gabi and Falco spoke of quite highly.

I could feel Levi’s gaze burning into my back as I began to lead him inside. “And you brought me all the way out here because…?”

I gave him a smile from over my shoulder as the door creaked beneath my palm. Good, it’s still unlocked. “You’ll see.”

The inside was only moderately better than the outside. An aging wooden counter on the far side of the room, with a little flap nestled towards the center for easy access. Shelves lined every other wall of the room, freshly dusted and wiped down—which didn’t go unnoticed by Levi. I could already sense his growing unease as he shifted from one foot to the other, as I slipped my hand into my coat pocket.

“Listen, I know it’s not much, but that can change. Gabi and Falco already agreed to help me out with this, and I’ll take care of the paperwork so you don’t have to worry about it. But I was thinking…if you’re up to it, of course…”

My mouth was suddenly dry; my tongue twisted around itself, teeth chattering in the chilly air. Come on, not now! You’ve thought about this moment for months now, so don’t screw it up by acting stupid!

I’d thought of the words I’d say, how I would say them, what I would do once I was done. I’d rehearsed them both in my head and out loud, sometimes even in front of Gabi and Falco. (And while Gabi tended to roll her eyes and point out my many faults, Falco was the calmer of the two, always offering me encouragement and support.)

With a light scoff, I wondered if this was anywhere close to how Levi felt when he gave me that little silver ring on the beach of Paradis, just over eight years ago—the one currently resting on the fourth finger of my left hand, right beneath my dark green mitten.

I cleared my throat, my face warming up beneath his stare. “So, I was wondering if you’d want to…you know, open this place up with me…”

I slid my hand out of my pocket, unfurling Levi’s fingers with my own. His visible silver eye grew wide as I place a little bronze key in the center of his palm.

“We can have that tea shop you always talked about. And maybe I can make some pastries and snacks to go along with it. The kids volunteered to work here—if we paid them, of course—and they’ve already been helping me clean it up for the last couple weeks or so. And Onyankopon already offered to help me with the paperwork. I know everything’s been a bit hectic in the last few years or so, but he said it shouldn’t be a problem getting our names on it, as long as we pay the monthly rent—and it’s quite cheap too, from what he’s told me. And if everything goes well, maybe we can open it up by next Christmas. …Levi?”

He was still staring at the tiny key in his hand, his face unreadable. Already I could feel a horrible twist in my gut, that tiny damning voice in the back of my head as loud as ever. He doesn’t want this, you’re so stupid, you should’ve waited a while before dropping this on him—

“…Levi, if you don’t like it, we can just forget about—”

“Tch, come here, you dumbass.”

Suddenly his hands were on my cheeks, pressing my mouth against his own in a fierce kiss. I squealed as a gust of wintry wind blew in through the doors—damn it, I forgot to close them behind us, didn’t I?—but he was quick to wrap his arms around my waist and shield my body with his own. I could feel my eyelids drooping, my heart racing as I slid my hands through his hair as best as I could (it was a little hard to do with mittens on).

“It’s fine,” he finally breathed as he broke away from me. “No, shit—it’s more than fine. It’s perfect.”

Almost at once, that warm familiar feeling began to pool in the pit of my chest. “I’m glad you think so, because it’s yours, captain.”

“You mean ours,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against my own. “Like hell I’m doing this without you by my side.”

I couldn’t speak, not with the way my throat was tightening up. So instead I took his hand in my own, the little bronze key still pressed between our palms, and nestled my face in his chest. His other hand came to rest at the small of my back, his warmth comforting in the chill of the night.

Even through the sound of the wind streaming through the open doors, I could hear the merry tavern music from next door playing on loop. People were cheering and clapping along, basking in the warm glow of yet another Christmas Eve.

Eventually, as the night passed on, the music grew quieter, the chatter of the partiers lulled to a soft hum. The two of us were still wrapped up in each other’s arms, standing like idiots in the middle of our soon-to-be tea shop.

Idiots in love, and the thought had me giggling against his chest.

“Come on,” Levi was the first to speak, pulling me towards the door with both hands outstretched, “let’s head home before you freeze. Your cheeks are getting red, you know.”

Oh well, I could deal with a little bit of windburn if it meant spending more time with him. Nevertheless, I followed him out the door and back into the square, down the familiar cobblestone path ahead.

The tavern was closed now, the streets dark and quiet. Everyone had left for home it seemed, eager to sleep and prepare for Christmas morning in just a few hours. We had to do the same, before Ada began to worry about us getting lost out in the cold.

“Wait one minute…”

Levi quirked an eyebrow at me as I held him in place, just outside the door of our little future tea shop. I pressed a finger to my lips (as best as I could in the mittens I wore), urging him to listen to the wind around us.

And suddenly we heard it: the soft sound of a piano being played, in one of the apartments towering over us in the square. A beautiful melody with gentle taps of the keys, expert fingers stringing along a song of love and peace. It was almost enough to make me fall asleep right then and there on the cobblestone path.

But then I had another idea—one that brought a wicked smile to my face. I pulled him back into the empty room of the tea shop, keeping the door wide open to let in the chill, as well as the beautiful music above.

“What are you—?”

“Dance with me.”

The rational part of my brain was scoffing right now, urging me to stop being so childish and start heading back home on that old familiar path. But I was hopeful, begging for Levi to indulge in this one silly wish of mine before we reached our tiny little home in the heart of the forest.

There was a glimmer in his eye, one I hadn’t seen since the end of the war—and suddenly his hands were nestled on my waist, tugging me into his chest with a huff.

“If you insist, brat.”

I slid my hands around the back of his neck, leading him into a dance I knew all too well. He was no longer clumsy on his feet like he was when I’d first tried to teach him; now he was confident in his steps, holding me close as he dipped and bowed along with me. It was a little hard with us both bundled up in our winter clothes, but our movements were still in sync, even after all this time.

When was the last time we danced together like this? Probably when our son was just a newborn baby, sleeping away in his crib with his little hands tucked into fists. Exhausted but unable to go to sleep, Levi had brought me into the living room of our shared cabin and led me into a dance—the same one I had taught him back at the Survey Corps base on that rainy night in the year 848. The same one my father had taught me and my siblings, and the one I hoped Levi and I would be able to teach to our own kids once they were older.

Everything’s changed, and yet nothing has. You’re still the same captain I fell in love with—the same silver-eyed Scout from the Underground City.

I glanced up at his face, pulling away just enough to slide one of my mittens off. His lips pursed together as I reached around the back of his head, tugging on the little thin string of his eyepatch. Within moments it was hanging between my fingers, revealing the beautiful scar and clouded eye beneath.

“You’re still so handsome, captain,” I leaned in close, my lips trembling against his own, “scars and all.”

The kiss was brief but sweet, as Levi pressed his palms into the small of my back. When he pulled away with a huff, I was pleased to see the faintest tint of pink splashed across his cheeks—and I knew better than to think it was because of the cold air around us.

“I love you, Levi.” A kiss to the jagged scar on his cheekbone, just below his right eye. “I love you. I love you.”

I love you.

With each whisper came another kiss, until I reached his lips once more. Something warm dribbled down the length of his cheek and onto my own—but he was wiping it away with the back of his hand before I could ask what it was. He cleared his throat and shook his head, the softest smile I’d ever seen splayed across his lips.

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

The music from the apartment above had died down to a low hum; whoever had been playing seemed to be getting ready for bed. I curled my hand around Levi’s, offering the bronze key to the tea shop in my other one.

“Wanna do the honor?”

He was quick to take the key from my grasp, despite the roll of his eyes and scoff under his breath. Within moments we were outside in the cold once more, with Levi locking the doors to the tea shop with a soft click.

“It’ll look so much better once we give it some color,” I told him as he took my hand in his own. “You get to decide what it’ll look like, okay? Oh, and don’t forget a name—I don’t really have any ideas, so it’ll be up to you to come up with a good one, alright?”

He remained silent as I rambled on all the way home, but the way he squeezed my fingers told me he was listening to every word I said. Through the forest, across the little stone bridge, all the way down the familiar path that led to home—he was holding me as tight as he could, with the little bronze key dangling from his fingertips.

It wasn’t until we were within our little fenced-in yard that I realized I was still holding onto his eyepatch; he had made no move to take it from me, to cover up his eye on the entire walk home. Sure, there was no one out on the streets at this time of night, but it was a tiny step forward.

Maybe someday he’ll realize he doesn’t need this silly thing to begin with, that he’s perfect without it.

“Thank you.”

The words were sudden, cutting through the chilled air around us. His hand was warm around my own, his breath fanning across my mouth as he leaned in close. He still clung onto that silly bronze key, almost as though it would slip through and disappear into the snow if he wasn’t careful.

“You didn’t have to… I mean, it’s so…” He groaned, swiping a hand through his hair and mussing it all up. “…Thank you.”

Oh.

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling like a schoolgirl, heart thumping in my chest like a nervous rabbit. “You’re very welcome, captain. Now come on, let’s get you all warmed up inside.”

He took my hand in his own—but not before pressing one last kiss against the skin of my cheek, right against the little white scar below my left eye. I giggled as his nose brushed against mine, as I reached behind me to unlock the door to our little home.

“Come on, the kids are waiting for us.”

And together the two of us retreated into our little home in the heart of the woods—the home we had built together after all these years—with the little bronze key to our newly-owned tea shop still pressed between our palms.

#levi x mia #levi ackerman #mia wolf #rei's event: happy birthday levi 2022 #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi x oc #a wolf with wings #awww #levi x mia au one shot #awww side stories #winter waltz #aot fics

[palimpsessed]

Thanks for the tags! @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @urban-sith @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire and @stillmadaboutpetra (I’m counting you because I want to 😚)

Sunday already? It’s fine. I’ve got lots of rain, some colorful skull lights, a fake fire, and endless cups of tea! Also, I baked cookies and rewatched Scooby Doo and the Witch’s Ghost while prepping my Margaret cosplay for Halloween so all in all, this has been a good cozy weekend. 🥰🥰🥰

This is a sentences post, so I won’t share any pics of my Shepfest comic, but I will say, it’s coming along nicely👀👀👀 and I can’t wait to finish it so you all can see! 🎉

I made sentences happen yesterday! I am very excited for this week’s chapter of Slings and Eros because we finally get an Agathe POV!! 🙌 And if i may say, she is a delight.😌

Agathe

"I’m not the one asking," she says. "Well, I am, but I’m asking for a friend."

Of course.

Of fucking course.

"I don't owe Simon anymore, either. I never did. If anything, I'd say the score lies the other way round."

"Agathe—"

"I told you already, whatever it is you want, I'm not doing it!"

"Simon's father ordered him to make the prince fall in love with a monster."

"Why must you make that my problem? Isn't Simon a big boy now he's flown daddy's nest? He can just tell him no. It's not that hard. In fact, it's one of the easiest things to do. Here, I'll demonstrate: No."

Tags! For any day and any WIPs! @theflyingpeach @mostlymaudlin @sillyunicorn @facewithoutheart @jbrrring @johnwgrey @nightimedreamersworld @bloodiedpixie @ivelovedhimthroughworse @letraspal @wetheformidables @snowybank @unseelieseelie @bazzybelle @xivz @dreamingkc @im-gettingby @seducing-a-vampire @captain-aralias @martsonmars @nick-eyre @tea-brigade @stardustasincocaine @excalisbury @effing-numpties @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 and tagging back my lovely taggers! ❤️

#six sentence sunday #slings and eros #scooby is still happening but no updates today #i need to finish shepfest first

[levi-supreme]

Hi Rei 🥰 I’m here for self ship Sunday!

1. Where did you two go for your first date, and how did it go?

Since we had been hanging out at that neighbourhood bar for a while, we had gotten to know each other already before we already went on a date. We ended up going mini golfing. It was a bit awkward at first, seeing each other in a different setting like that. But we got competitive real fast hahaha so the awkwardness didn’t stay long 💀

2. Who confessed first?

We are two dumb cookies when it comes to emotions. We’re not touchy feely kind of people, but we’ve been showing we care and love each other for a while. He said it first though, I’m too damn stubborn to confess first even though we both knew.

3. What do you two do in your free time?

We’re both so busy but we do see our group of friends a lot, now that they’re one big group haha these days when we get free time together we usually stay in and watch movies or play some games just because we don’t get those quiet moments a lot. Otherwise we drag each other to events and all. We like going to concerts, I drag him to museums and there are always festivals going on in our city 🥰

And my questions are :

Did you guys ever do a couple costume for Halloween?

What’s a typical stay in date and go out date?

Rei: Day!!! I'm so glad you're here again!! Pffft, come say hi, Levi, don't be grumpy.

Levi: ... hi.

Rei: That's better, and now we can get started!

Rei: Oh that's a unique place for a first date!!! Wow, only the first date and you both are already being competitive? That's a different way of forming chemistry with each other hehe. I have a question though. Who won the mini golfing???

Rei: Omg Day, your love story with Porco sounds just like a mutual pinning between friends and both are too stubborn to admit their feelings 🥺 that's so sweet!!

Levi: Were we not the same? I vaguely recall you staring at me all the time when I used to buy you dinner.

Rei: Shhhh don't expose me, Levi! So what if we were pinning for each other????

Levi: Well, then Hair Gel boy and I are the same. We had to confess to the girl first because they were too chicken to admit their feelings.

Rei: HEY!

Rei: Oooo that sounds really lovely too! You and Porco are quite the opposite of Levi and I!! We stay at home all the time and we only go out unless necessary.

Levi: I see you two visit the museum? I didn't know Hair Gel boy had such fine tastes.

Rei: Levi stop giving people weird names. He's P-O-R-C-O. Call him by his proper name!

Levi: ... no.

Rei: And to answer your first question, Levi and I aren't that big on Halloween actually! We tend to stay in more and maybe invite Erwin, Mike, Hange and the rest over for games. OH but we did go tricking and treating before!!!

Levi: It was all Shitty Four-Eyes' idea.

Rei: Levi dressed up as Robin and I dress as Star Fire from Teen Titans! Erwin was Aqua Man, Mike was Super Man, and Hange was the Flash. It was so funny because Hange said Levi and I were being very true to our characters of Robin and Starfire.

Warning: Suggestive

Levi: We love staying in. We play games, watch a movie, clean the house, play with our pets, have some sex-

Rei: LEVI!!!! SHUSH!!!

Levi: What? She asked a question, in which I am answering.

Rei: Oh god Levi NO. Anyway!!! Moving on!!! We're both not fans of crowds, so we tend to go to places quieter, like the gardens, or shopping malls on weekdays.

Levi: We love hiking too.

#coffeeforday.asks #rei.answers #self-ship sunday #day x porco #dorco #levi x rei #reivi #i'm sorry HSDFHADSGFA

[jobean12-blog]

Beefy Burrito

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader

Word Count: 521

Summary: Bucky promised you cookies but he’s too wrapped up in his blanket fort to get them...

Author’s Note: Once again I saw some absolutely wonderful artwork by @tikiwhip and it inspired this little drabble! I can’t get enough of Beefy!Bucky being sweet and soft and silly and sexy. Thank you for sharing your lovely art with us! And thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my lovely friend @firefly-graphics The artwork is posted below and you can see the post HERE. 

PS @sgt-seabass I did it again because apparently I can’t stop myself. 

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff, implied sexy times (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Artwork is NOT MINE: Credit goes to @tikiwhip 🥰🥰 and thank you @sebastianstansource for the photo!😍😍

You can read my other drabble inspired by their word HERE called “Beefy!!!” 

“Buck.”

“Bucky.”

“BUCKKKYYYYYYYYYYYY”

“Oh my god! You. Are. Such. A. Jerk.”

“Get up!”

You shove his body. It doesn’t even budge an inch.

You sit on top of him and bounce. He doesn’t make a sound.

“Damn beefy burrito bullshit…” you mutter. “You promised me macarons.”

Nothing.

“Bucky,” you say quietly, your bottom lip trembling. “You promised.”

When he still doesn’t move you start to get up, sniffling. A large hand reaches out and strong fingers wrap around your ankle.

“Where do you think you’re going doll face?” his deep voice says from inside the blankets.

His head peeks out and he gives you a lopsided grin.

“I’m going to get my macarons!” you tell him and yank on your leg. “Lemme go!”

“No,” he declares. “You’re coming in here with me!”

Before you can protest he has you in his arms and inside the cocoon of blankets.

You fight him but it’s useless, his strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you against his chest.

“You’re mean Buck!”

Despite your words, you snuggle into his warmth, inhaling his skin and sighing.

“No, I’m not. It’s warm in here. And cold outside. Stay with me,” he hums.

“But I want my cookies!” you whine. “And you promised! And now I’m trapped in your burrito blanket fort!”

“Is it really that bad?” he asks as his lips brush along the shell of your ear.

You shiver but not from the cold.

“HMPF!”

His metal fingers sneak under your shirt and draw lazy circles over your skin.

“Come on. Admit it…you like being in here with me,” he whispers.

“Would be better if we had macarons.”

The smile is evident in your voice.

He pulls his hand away. “HEY! I want that hand back,” you chide.

You hear the crinkling of a bag and then the sweet smell of sugar invades the small space.

“YOU GOT THEM!” you cheer.

“Of course, I did baby doll. I always keep my promises to my best girl.”

You take a bite of a lemon flavored one and close your eyes in macaron bliss.

“Thank you Buck,” you mumble through your mouthful. “Want one?”

You hold out the bag and he shoves his hand inside or tries to. Instead, it rips the bag down the middle.

“Oops,” he says sheepishly.

“It’s ok. I always forget your hands are too big for the bag,” you giggle.

“Or the bag is too small,” he counters. “I mean look at the size of this cookie. I could eat like ten!”

“Don’t you dare!” you say and hide the bag.

He grins, licking his lips and dancing his fingers along your inner thigh.

“That’s fine doll. Something else I wanna eat anyway.”

With a shimmy he moves down your body, his hair sticking to the staticky blankets and shocking him.

“Shit!” he yelps.

You grab his chin and coax him back to you. “I have an idea.”

You take your scrunchie off your wrist and comb through his hair, taming the staticky strands before securing them tightly at the base of his neck.

“Perfect,” he murmurs. “Now, time for my treat.”

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#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #beefy!bucky #beefy!bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x you #bucky x female!reader

[ggukkiedae]

Hiii!🤍✨

Can I request a Jisung and Hannah fluff?🥺

Maybe about how he still can’t perform with them? Anything is fine, I just need Jisung stuff right now🙃

hi hun 🥰 sorry this took a while aksjdhfh but here you gooooo :3 idk if this is fluff, the concept of genres has flown out the window 🤧 but i hope you enjoy! (still working on other requests rn ✊🏻)

Hannah crept into the Dream dorm and headed straight for Renjun and Jisung’s room. She walked in without a warning and hopped onto Jisung’s bed.

“Injun, I left cookies on the living room table,” she told the older.

“If you wanted the room to you and Jisung, you could have just said,” Renjun laughed, “but thanks for the cookies.”

“Save some for the others,” she called out as he left the room.

Hannah laughed when she didn’t hear a response. She looked down at the boy who automatically had wrapped his arms around her waist, hiding his face in her back. She ruffled his hair and adjusted him so his head was on her lap.

“You good, Sungie?”

He only hummed in response. She dropped her hand to run through his hair. She could feel him relax.

“How was Work It practice?” he asked her.

“It was fine,” she laughed. “We finished learning the whole choreo today, and Hendery oppa and Jungwoo oppa found put how compatible they are with their freestyling.”

She chuckled at the image of Jungwoo and Hendery with their hands in the air, shimmying while squatting. Jisung sat up and leaned his head on her shoulder instead. He kept her in a tight hug, burying his face into her shirt.

“I want to dance,” he mumbled, “but my stupid knee won’t let me.”

“Jisung, you know it’s for your own good,” she reminded him. “If it gets any worse than it is now, you might not be able to dance at all in the future.”

Jisung groaned and glared at his knee. Hannah noticed and reached over to place a hand on it.

“I just hate that I can’t promote for this era properly,” he sighed. “It’s bad enough we don’t get to see czennies in real life. I can’t even go on stage properly.”

She sighed and wrapped her arms around him. Somehow, his tall figure seemed a lot smaller than he really was. She knew he had been upset about this since the injury first happened, but he never showed the members how frustrated he really was.

Jisung really didn’t want to show that side of him to his members, but this was his noona. She always did her best to make him feel better or comfort him even if he didn’t tell her anything. He knew he could be vulnerable with her.

His throat welled up, and his eyesight got a little blurry. Upon hearing his sniffle, she looked down. She had him lift his head for her. She wiped under his eyes, trying to get his frustrated tears to go away.

“It’ll be alright,” she told reassured him. “This will take a while, and you’ll feel like this for a little longer, but this will help you. You’ll be back stronger than ever, and you’ll be out-dancing us all again in no time.”

Jisung snorted while hugging her once again. She laughed and rubbed his back reassuringly.

“Let’s go out there and get some cookies before your hyungs finish them all,” she said while pulling him out of bed. “I’m pretty sure Chenle’s here, and so is Duckie.”

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