#i am simply trying to reclaim writing mojo

[stevebabey]

hi!! i know it’s been awhile but i’m trying to get back into writing & literally how better than to write bout my boi <3 bucky is back at being #1 in my heart. 

as always, i just found a random prompt & ran with it! enjoy a blurb 

“Oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

Bucky’s face is serious, the notorious grumpy expression pulling his brows together. His voice gives away his amusement, as well as the twitch of his lips. You blink where you stand, coffee pot in mid-pour as you tilt your head to check your footwear. 

His favourite pair of stripey socks don your feet, stretching midway up your calf.

You flick your eyes back to him and grin. “I wear em’ better.”  

Bucky rolls his eyes but doesn’t disagree, only smiling in response. You finish pouring the cup in your hand and hold it out to him. 

“Peace offering?” You pout slightly. “Besides, you’re more than welcome to wear my flamingo ones if you’d like.” 

He steps forward and takes the cup from you, his pink lips quirking up in thanks. As he takes a sip, you fix yourself a cup and Bucky shakes his head. 

“I just couldn’t pull them off.” He says, sighing in feigned disappointed. You chuckle with a roll of your eyes and pass him to take a seat at the dining table. 

Letting the steam unfurl from your mug, you watch him as he tinkers around the kitchen of the apartment, putting together some form of breakfast. The traffic from the street travels up through the open window and mixes with the sounds of the two of you waking up. You’re not sure what it is— what this is; sharing socks, coffee and living space for most days of the week. 

But from what you know about Bucky, this a lot for him. A lot to be sharing his jokes and smiles for you. And for you, it’s enough. You smile in your mug as you hear Buck start to hum and mumble a song to himself from the kitchen. Yes, it’s more than enough for you, you think. 

#honestly #no one judge for a single second of my life #i am simply trying to reclaim writing mojo #and #reintroduce bucky #i gotta write like 6 pieces before i get a good feel for how to write for him again #ignoring canon? probably #i love good sam cap and bucky situations with u inserted #so prepare for avengers: everyone lives in the tower together <3 #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes #bucky #barnes #bucky barnes x reader #james barnes #james barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #marvel #the winter soldier

[rfsak2]

Cactus, a Love

I missed this… I hope you did too. Drop me a line and like and reblog!! Validate me! Also this is all written from Harry’s POV cause I never really did that much while writing the bulk of Cactus and we need it.

Cactus, a Love Summary: It wasn’t just Jamie who caught feelings. This kind of love takes two. The Styles Warnings: Fluff, some sexual thoughts and behavior. Intense flirting and some dirty talk. Teasing mentioning of daddy kink.

She was a stunner.

Small and delicate, with tiny hands and platinum blonde hair that fell in thick spirals past her shoulders. She pushed some of that hair off her face as she turned towards him, fingernails painted a brilliant coral and reached to set her cactus shaped mug on the table in front of her.

She stood, pausing to shake out her skirt and he caught sight of few words tattooed under her collarbone in an elegant script. His eyes drifted slightly lower and it took every bit of politeness and gentlemanly manners instilled by his mother to lift his eyes to her face and away from possible the prettiest cleavage he had ever seen.

Honestly.

Shit…. I am fucked.

She smiled, offering her hand to shake. Her free hand nervously smoothed at her pretty, white maxi dress, muscles gliding gently under the smooth tattooed skin of her forearm.

“Jamie Schwartz.”

His eyes jumped to Jeff Bhasker as his hand completely swallowed hers. Jeff grinned.

Ohh… That Jamie Schwartz.

“‘Arry Styles.” He grinned down at her admiring the blush that shaded the bridge of her nose. “Yeh look very pretty today, love.”

The blush deepened. “Uh.. thanks.”

They both sat and despite his best efforts, Harry found himself watching her every move instead of listening, eyes tracing her profile and dancing over any skin she been generous enough to leave bare.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he dug it out.

Like something you see, bro?

He glared at Jeff.

Maybe focus and stop ogling my guitarist!

He discretely flicked him off and focused on what Mitch was saying.

Shit.

**

This really wasn’t fair…

And what’s worse is he had no one to blame but himself.

Let’s go to the beach, I said… it’ll be fun, I thought.

She lifted her vest top over her head and he wanted to drown himself in the sea.

She was covered in brilliant color from the T-rex tattooed on her foot to her pretty, peach bathing suit to the sleeve that covered her left arm.

She leant over to peel her cutoff shorts down gorgeous, dimpled thighs and he tugged at his swim trunks, hoping the stiffy he was close to sporting wasn’t as obvious as it felt. He cast a look around, checking for pesky photogs who would love a picture of playboy Harry Styles and his problem.

When he turned back, she was stepping out of her shorts. She tried to shake some hair of her face and her sunglasses slipped off her nose and into the sand.

“Well… fuck.” She huffed and Mitch said something to her left, causing her to turn away from Harry.

She’s got a cute bu- Fuck!

She giggled and leant over at the waist to reclaim her sunglasses and Harry wanted to die.

Close to sporting, my fuckin’ arse… Harry groaned and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, thinking of anything and everything he could conceive to try and distract him.

When he opened them again, she had straightened and was starting to spread out her beach blanket. He watched, still thirsty as fuck if he was honest, and caught himself moving forward toward her as she lay back on her blanket.

“Help wit’ m’sunscreen, love?”

**

Harry was all but resigned to his fate at this point.

She was beautiful and had been built by some higher power to completely torment him.

It was fact at this point.

She reached behind her to undo her bra and the way she was turned half away from him, afforded him a glimpse of those lovely tits. He sighed and she turned toward him fully, blushing slightly when she caught him looking.

“Dirty boy.”

There it is.

He was glad he had already changed into a pair of soft sleep shorts. It did nothing to hide the evidence of his erection of course, but at least he didn’t have to contend with the compounding effect of knowing her eyes were bare on him.

She slipped his shirt over her head, pretty blue eyes hot on him and tugged it down over her denim shorts. Eyes still on him, damn her, she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped and then let the shorts fall to pool at her ankles.

“Ya okay, Pretty Boy?”

He swallowed thickly and nodded. “Fancy a cuddle, Monster?”

She smirked and moved to her side of the bed. He followed her down and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back into his chest. When she chuckled and snuggled back against him, her ass naturally grinding ever so slightly against his hips (and rather obvious erection), he groaned and hid his face in her neck.

“Yer mean.”

She did it again. “I’m not mean. You chose this, you laid out the rules and decided to torture yourself by insisting on sharing a bed nearly every night. This is you, baby-boo.”

“I’m trying to leave your options open.” He huffed and shifted even closer to her. “And I like cuddling you. Sleep better.”

“I’m not complaining about the cuddling, I like cuddling with you too. You smell nice. And I appreciate that you’re trying to be sensitive about this. I just don’t get why you torture yourself.”

He shrugged, chin still on her shoulder. “I dunno… I want this with you, but I know what any connection with me can do to a girl. I’ve seen women harassed by my fans for simply being a friend of a friend who was invited to a dinner party. I don’t want to do that to you.”

“I get that.” She turned her head and kissed his cheek. “I do. And it says so much for your character and the way your mother raised you that you think about it like that. It does.” She smiled against his cheek. “But I also think you sell yourself short. You are worth it, I promise, and any chick doesn’t think so, isn’t worth you worrying yourself sick over, ya know?”

His heart stopped beating, he could swear. “You think I’m worth being chased down and cyber bullied?”

She turned in his arms and locked eyes with him. “I do, yeah.” She nodded and grasped his face. “I do. Even if we’re just friends. Even if we end up not keeping up with each other in the future and we only see each other at industry parties and we never talk. You are a fantastic human being and you are worth it. That’s why your friends who have been harassed stick around. Not because of money or their fifteen minutes, but because you are wonderful. You gotta believe it though, baby. Doesn’t matter how many times I tell you that if you don’t believe it.”

He nodded and leaned forward to kiss her. “I don’t want you to regret what happens here… between us. I don’t want you to get back to LA, have a bad run-in with the paparazzi and hate me because we fucked when you were vulnerable and I was technically your boss in a weird way and you felt pressured o-”

“I know. I understand. That’s fine. I can wait but you should know that I don’t feel pressured and I don’t feel like there’s a power imbalance or some weird mojo or something. I feel like we’re friends-”

“We are friends… more’n friends, really. I adore you.”

She smiled and Harry felt like the sun was coming out at midnight. She pressed a soft kiss to his nose and cuddled him closer. “I adore you too. I don’t want you angsting over where we stand or feeling like you’re taking advantage of me, ‘cause you’re not, okay? You’re not.”

He nodded and quieted, admiring her bone structure and the tan she had developed in the past month. The sun had added color to her skin but stripped it from her hair, lightening her eyebrows in a way that made her look ethereal and even more angelic than she had previously.

“Yeh’re so beautiful, darling.”

She shied away a bit, but her grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Yeh are, yeah?”

She smiled and nodded. “Thank you.”

**

He stepped out of the SUV and straightened his silk button-up before handing Jamie out of the car, making sure she was steady in her sky-high sequined Louboutins before dropping her hand and wrapping an arm around her waist, hand landing squarely on her ass.

Normally he’d be keen to keep his hands in appropriate places but he frankly didn’t care tonight. She had been driving him crazy all day, wearing little more than his shirt and a pair of knickers for most of the day as she worked on new music for her band.

Or when she’d been getting ready for their night out, sitting at her vanity in a strapless bra (which did little to contain the loveliness of his girlfriend’s cleavage) and a frankly none-existent scrap of lace (“no panty lines, baby”) as she applied what little make-up she normally wore.

Or when she had turned her back to him, requesting help with the zip or allowed him to help buckle aforementioned sky-high Louboutins that arched her foot in the most delectable way-

“You seem tense, Baby.”

He grunted and swatted lightly at her bum before smoothing his thumb over the buttery, navy suede of her Alice + Olivia dress. “Behave yourself or we won’t make it long at this party.”

She grinned, deep crimson lips wicked. “Yes, Daddy.”

He paused and sighed, before pretending to turn them back towards that car.

“Haz!” She laughed.

“I’m serious, love. Behave.” He started back toward the door to the Viper Room.

She pouted up at him and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “You’re no fun.”

He stopped again and leaned down to speak directly in her ear, not caring in the slightest that this would be plastered all over every tabloid tomorrow- Let them see what she does to me, they’d never question this relationship again. “I have been patient all day, even though yeh know damn well that yeh were doin’ more teasin’ than workin’ today. Test me, love, and I’ll have yeh bent over in a bathroom stall before we can say hello t’anyone.”

Her breath caught in her throat and she swallowed. “Sounds like more fun than this party if ya ask me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“But it’s so much fun.” She batted her eyelashes up at him. “Besides… you’re already being bad, why not have even more fun?” She ran her thumb over a wing of the butterfly on his stomach. “They’ve already got an eyeful, yeah? Already broke the internet most likely… It can’t hurt.”

He grinned, leaning forward to press his forehead to hers. “Yer beautiful an’ sexy an’ so very, very mine an’ I love yeh.”

“Right back atcha, stud.”

**

“I don’t know what to wear…” She shifted through her clothes, lip caught between her teeth. Pulling a dress off the rail, she turned toward him. “Is this elopement appropriate?”

He shook his head and came to stand behind her, joining in the search. “Too fancy, they’ll know something is up.”

She sighed and nodded. “Right.”

He grabbed a white chiffon tank dress from the rail and smiled. “This’ll do nicely.”

“Baby, I know we live in LA, but it’s March and it’s still pretty chilly.”

“Right.” He tugged at his lip. “You can wear leggings?”

“Not with chiffon.” She cast an aimless look around the closet.

He shrugged. “It’s not that chilly, wear hose and then you can put something on over it.”

“That’ll work.” She grabbed the hanger from him and marched back into the bedroom. Quickly she took off his ‘Styles’ shirt and laid it on the bed before digging a strapless bra and nude hose out of her underwear drawer.

When she was dressed, she considered herself in the mirror and pulled him over to her side. Satisfied that they ‘went’, she nodded and moved to put on makeup. “What am I wearing over this… jean jacket?”

He shook his head and grabbed his shirt from where she had abandoned it on the bed. “Wear this.”

She turned to him and sucked in a breath. “Ya think?”

He grinned. “It’s gonna be as true for you as it is for me soon, future wife.”

She blinked away tears and smiled. “Shit! We’re getting married.”

“Yeah we are.” He leaned over to kiss her and dropped the shirt in her lap. “Hurry up, Monster. Through waitin’ for ye t’wear me name. Let’s go.”

She took a deep breath and smiled brilliantly and Harry was floored by just how beautiful his future wife was.

As he hoped he would be when she was his wife and the mother of his children.

As he hoped he always would be.

**

“’ello, yuuchube…” Mickie grinned at the camera, dimples on full display. “That’s how my dad says it… anyways, I have a treat for you today!” The camera panned as he turned it, losing focus for a short moment and then focused in on Harry sitting on the couch, the sound of piano scales being played in the background.

“Mum is teaching Georgie how to play the piano and Dad has been staring at her- probably without blinking! -for like… an hour.”

Video-Harry had his chin propped up on his fist, a notebook of presumably lyrics left open and forgotten in his lap. The smile on his face was soft as he stared just off camera.

“Hey, Baby?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Will you come teach this scale? My hands are too small.”

He grinned and stood, strolling rather leisurely to the piano that came into focus as Mickie followed at a distance. “Of course, anything for my gorgeous wife and my stupendous son.”

Video-Jamie squinted up at Video-Harry as he reached the bench. “Are you buttering me up for a particular reason or just cause?”

“Just ‘cause I love yeh.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek and motioned for her to stand. He slipped onto the bench and patted his thigh, smiling up at Jamie. She settled in his lap with an indulgent smile, brushing hair off his forehead as Harry cuddled Georgie against his side with his other arm. “Okay, Georgie, this is how it goes.”

The camera turned back to Mickie who smiled. “Like… I know that I’m supposed to be grossed out or somethin’... but like that’s how they always are and I’m glad that my dad loves my mum like that.”

“Mickie… baby, what’re you doing?”

“Oops…” He grinned sheepishly and turned the camera back at his parents and younger brother, who had all turned away from the piano. “I’m filmin’, Mum!”

Jaime chuckled, confused. “Filmin’ what?”

The camera jostled, almost like a shrug, as he walked to his parents. “You and Dad…”

“Why?”

Video-Jamie held out a hand for his and Mickie’s hand appeared in frame. “Just… dunno… like the way you and Dad are. Wanted people to see it.”

Harry smiled like he knew where this was going. “How do yeh mean, son?”

“Ya know… like in love and crap. It’s nice.” There was a long pause. “Not everyone’s parents are like that, but I like that you are.”

Jamie turned away from the camera for second to wipe at her eyes.

“Mumma… didn’t mean to make ya cry.” The camera dropped a bit.

“It’s okay, baby. That’s very sweet.”

Georgie nodded. “I like it too.”

Harry grinned and cuddled him closer. “Yeah?”

“‘Cause Mumma’s the prettiest and why wouldn’t you love her, right, Daddy?”

“Exactly, m’boy. Yer mum is the prettiest woman I’ve ever met… and the kindest and the smartest-”

“And the best mum!”

Harry turned back to Mickie and gathered him into a family hug. “That’s right.”

Jamie wiped at her eyes again. “Y’all…”

A Relationship

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