#(soft launches my first nano book??????)

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MORE ABOUT MY OCS (I LOVE YOU GUYS THANK YOU FOR HYPING ME UP ABOUT THEM) (also I added oc content to my tag list!! it's just going to be any random tidbits I post for now but I'll also tag anyone on there when I have updates on writing/publishing original content if you wanna stay up to date lol)

Jason and Margo as you s/o:

Jason Howard 

You want a hot slightly emo/scene skater boyfriend of your dreams?? Congrats you won the boyfriend lottery with Jason. Lo and behold, another skateboarder. Pretty unflappable with a great sense of humor, Jason is a teenage dream of a boyf. Whenever you see him, chances are he’ll be doing something dumb with his friends, then get completely distracted when he sees you. His gaze will go all soft when his eyes land on you and he gets that little smile he only gets around you, then he’ll totally wipe out and crash land hard. He laughs it off (so do his friends) and walks over to greet you with a smooch. He’ll make you a lot of playlists. Like a lot. Like I hope you have time to listen to all of them. If you’re not already into pop punk, you’re about to be, bc that’s what half of his playlists for you are. Every couple weeks or months he’ll get bored and want to dye his hair another color. He always says he wants to shake it up and do something different, but it’ll probably end up being some combination of black and whatever’s on sale from manic panic. He dyes it your favorite color for your birthday month every year and it’s fucking adorable. He wants you to “help him” every time he does dye his hair, even though he can basically do the whole thing himself. He just wants you there with him, and you’re always happy to keep him company. 

Margo Baccay

Margo has some of the worst burnt out gifted kid syndrome you've ever seen, and now the only thing she has brain cells for is you. She’ll steal your hoodies in a heartbeat, and live in them 24/7. Whenever you go over to her place to hang out or pick her up, her little sister will run off giggling. Her sister knows absolutely everything about you, and thank god you have her seal of approval. Margo’s love language is binge watching shows together, or doing absolutely nothing over facetime for hours (where her sister will inevitably pop in to say hi at least once). She’s so tired all the time to begin with, and she likes you so much that there’s a good chance she’ll fall asleep on you at some point. She loves your jokes and sense of humor and has a folder in her phone of screen shots of your texts that she looks through when she feels shitty. She has another folder full of pictures and videos of you that she looks through when she needs a little dopamine hit. Half the time if you ask her what’s been going on, she’ll start rambling about the show she’s in the middle of binge watching, giving you all the tea. By the time she’s done, you can jump in the middle of the season and watch it with her, and you won’t have missed anything. She’s very thorough in her critiques of the characters terrible decisions, and you always love to hear it. 

[daniactuallysnuffledthatpopcorn]

Painting Flowers (Chapter 6)

[A/N] My camp Nano project from April 2014. Heavily edited.

Summary: Dan has come to accept that his psychotic episodes and hallucinations are here to stay, when he meets Phil Lester. Although Phil can’t fix Dan, he does give him something to fight for. Something to try for, one last time.

WARNINGS: Mentions of self harm and suicide. Deals with mental illness, hallucinations and psychotic episodes.

Word count: 2.1K (16.4K total)

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Start at the beginning

When Dan got home from school three weeks later and walked into his room he found his mother standing in the doorway of his bathroom. He couldn’t see what she was holding in her hand at first, but when he stepped closer she raised the object a bit and he recognised it; that was his box of blades. “I can explain.” He said before he realised that he really couldn’t.

“Try me.” His mum said. She pointed at the bed and sat down herself.

Dan was quiet. He didn’t sit down, but he stayed near the door, as if he was planning on running away. She wouldn’t let him get away with this, he knew that. He wasn’t really going try to flee, even though he would love to do just that.

“Where?” She asked him quietly after about a minute.

Dan slowly rolled up his sleeves and turned his wrists away from himself for his mum to see. He was standing quite far away, but she didn’t ask him to come closer. She nodded slowly. “I expect you at the backdoor in ten minutes. No excuses.”

“Where are we going?”

“We’re going to see Michelle.”

Dan groaned. He knew Michelle would give him hell over this. Well, not actually verbally, she was always careful with her words around him, but her facial expressions would say enough. They always did.

He watched his mother leave the room with his box in her hands and he didn’t turn away from the door until he could no longer see her. He then closed the door and dumped his backpack next to his desk. He still had his sleeves rolled up and he looked at the endless number of red lines covering the skin on the inside of his arms. They had caused him enough shit already, and all that was about to get worse.

The Captain chose that moment to walk out of the bathroom and gesture back to that room, “Someone took your blades.”

Dan didn’t hesitate to grab a book from his desk and launch it at the cat. “I am not in for any of your bullshit right now.” He announced. “Where is Oasis?”

“Anywhere you want her to be. She’s in your head, remember?” He walked towards the door and disappeared as soon as the tip of his nose touched it.

Dan ran a hand through his dark hair and pulled his sleeves back down. They were going to ask him to take medication again, and he would tell them he didn’t want them again. He knew the drill. This time they would probably not let him get away with it that easily; there were the cuts on his arms now to prove to them that he really needed the meds. He sprayed on some deodorant and grabbed his phone. ‘Back to the hospital’, he messaged Phil.

The reply came two minutes later, when Dan was on his way down on the lift.

‘What for?’

‘Long story short, I did some things to myself that I regret and my mum found out.’

‘Self harm?’

‘Exactly. My psychiatrist will ask me about medication and I will decline and that will probably be it. Don’t think it’ll get in the way of our pizza appointment tomorrow night’

‘If it does I can always come over to bring you pizza at the hospital’

Dan walked over to the Staff area, waved at Callum and the interns and sat down on a chair by the backdoor.

‘Sounds great. I hate hospitals, pizza with you would certainly make it better.’

He heard the door at the end of the hall open, indicating that his mum had walked in, and he got up from his chair.

‘Message me what’s happening, alright? Don’t get me worried again ;)’

‘I’ll try to. We’re leaving now but if they feel like restraining me or whatever I’ll message you first..’

His mum opened the backdoor of their SUV for him and he climbed in the backseat. The fact that she didn’t have him sit next to her said enough; she was very upset with him. She probably wasn’t angry, but she was definitely disappointed in him, which was arguably even worse.

They drove in silence and Dan counted down the minutes till they reached the hospital.

“Are you alright?” His mum asked him when he got out of the car.

At least she was concerned about him. Maybe things were going to turn out alright after all.

The huge white hall they stepped into didn’t faze Dan anymore. He’d been here so many times that he didn’t even flinch when he saw the people with their little cards rolling after them and the IVs going into their hands and arms.

As his mum spoke to one of the people behind the information desk Dan leaned on the counter and looked around. He liked the little store in the back of the hall a lot, next to the cafeteria. That was were they sold the magazines, stuffed animals and colourful balloons. When he was younger his mum would take him there and let him pick something every time they came here, but she hadn’t done that in years. He didn’t miss the things he would pick out, but he definitely missed the experience of going in there and having this entire paradise of toys and magazines to choose from. They were mostly kids’ things and flowers, but Dan would still love to go there and buy something again sometime.

He didn’t get time to bring it up, as his mum nudged his arm and took him upstairs. Dan knew where Michelle’s office was by now: she’d been his psychiatrist for about two years. Before that he’d had a psychiatrist called Dale, but he’d retired. Dan had only been a little upset by that; he didn’t like Dale that much. The only reason he was annoyed by it was that he would have to get used to a new psychiatrist and he hadn’t looked forward to the change.

“Come in.” Dan sighed when he heard Michelle’s voice coming from the other side of the door. The anticipated talk was coming closer and closer now.

His mum opened the door and gave him a soft push to make him start walking. “Hi.” He mumbled, not making eye contact with Michelle.

“Hello Dan. How have you been since the last time I saw you?”

“Fine.” Dan shrugged.

“Your mother told me something on the phone which I was sad to hear about. Do you know what I’m talking about?”

Dan shot an uneasy glance in the direction of his mum, who was still standing in the doorway.

Michelle looked over too and gave his mother a polite look, “Maybe it’s better if you wait outside, Karen. I’ll handle it in here, is that alright?”

His mum nodded, “Yes, of course it is.” She left the room and closed the door behind him. Michelle turned back to Dan as soon as the door had closed completely. “Do you know what your mother told me about?”

“About the box of blades, I assume.” Dan was careful not to use the terms ‘cutting’ or ‘self harm’.

“Indeed. Can you tell me, in your own words, why those were in your bathroom?”

“I think you know why.” Dan replied.

“I want to hear why from you, Dan. I don’t want to just assume.”

Dan rolled up his sleeves and places his arms on the desk. As if it made some kind of strange statement. Michelle didn’t seem shocked though, so apparently his attempt had failed.

“You use those blades to hurt yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Can you tell me why?”

“No.”

“Do you not know why you do this?”

Dan shrugged again, “I have to, every now and again.”

She nodded sympathetically, “I see. Can you tell me more?”

“I can only take so much negativity before I have to let it all bleed out.” Dan said.

“Right. And where does all this negativity come from, you think?”

“School, The Captain, sometimes Oasis, my own thoughts, basically everything.”

“I understand. But I heard from your mother that a new source of positivity has come into your life recently, is that true?”

Dan immediately broke into a smile, “Yes.”

“Can you tell me about this?”

“I met Phil at my favourite bookstore. He bought me a book and we went out for drinks. Then we texted a lot and he came by the day I was released from the hospital and we listened to music together. Then the past three weeks we have been texting a lot again and we went on, like, dates, I think, a few times. It was fantastic.”

Michelle smiled, “Does Phil know why you were in the hospital three weeks ago?”

“Yeah,” Dan nodded, “I texted him during, you know, my episode, and I told him about my schizophrenia. He knows I’m here right now.”

“That’s good, Dan, that’s very good. I can tell that you really like him. Does he know about what you did with those blades?”

“He does now. I messaged him just before I came here to tell him I was going to the hospital and he asked why, so I told him about it.”

“How did he react?” Michelle asked.

“He didn’t seem fazed, to be honest. About the same reaction I got when I told him I’m schizophrenic. He just doesn’t seem to think that any of this has to get in the way of, like, us, I guess.”

She nodded and put her hands together on the desk in front of her, leaning in a bit, “Now Dan, I think you’re expecting this question already, but have you thought about taking medication again?”

“I have thought about it, but I don’t want them.”

“Are you completely sure? You can always give me a call if you change your mind, you know that right?”

“Yeah, I know.” Dan said.

Michelle nodded. “Alright. I’m going to give you an alternative for the blades, okay?”

“Okay.”

She opened a drawer and handed Dan a handful of rubber bands. “You can wear them around your wrists, and when you feel like hurting yourself you can snap them against your wrist.”

“My mum isn’t giving back my blades, is she?” Dan asked as he took the rubber bands and shoved them in the pocket of his jacket.

“No.” Michelle confirmed. “We’re going to try to help you stop hurting yourself together, okay?”

And Dan just shrugged.

 After his conversation with Michelle, his mum got called into her office and Dan was the one who had to wait outside for a bit. He walked out of the mental ward and into one of the halls with the regular patients. He peeked into each room as he walked past them and heard a few words from some conversations. Over the years Dan had realised that people in hospitals either spoke a lot about why they were in the hospital, or they tried to avoid that subject at all costs.

At the end of the hall Dan got out his phone and checked his messages. Phil had messaged him about half an hour ago.

‘Everything okay there?’

Dan hesitated for a second, but then tapped the call button and put the phone to his ear. He quickly walked over to an empty waiting area so that he wouldn’t disturb anyone and he sat down in one of the squeaky plastic chairs just in time to hear Phil pick up.

“Phil.”

“Hi Phil, it’s Dan.”

“Hey Dan, is something wrong?”

“Nope, everything is fine. But my mum is in the office with my psychiatrist right now, so I don’t have anything to do.”

“I appreciate that you thought of me in this moment of boredom.” Dan laughed, “You were the first person on my mind.” He confirmed.

 A few minutes into their call, Dan’s phone vibrated to indicate that he’d received a text.

“Was that an earthquake? I had a heart attack.” Phil commented.

“No, I got a text.” Dan laughed. He pulled the phone away from his ear and checked his texts. It was from his mother.

‘Where are you love?’

‘Some waiting room. I’ll come down to the cafeteria.’ Dan texted back, and put the phone back to his ear. “Done.” He announced.

“Who was it?”

“My mum. She’s done talking so I’m now going downstairs to meet up with her.”

“Hang up the phone.” The Captain seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Dan didn’t get time to argue, so he quickly said goodbye to Phil and hung up the phone. “What do you want?” He whispered.

“I want you to look at your arms. You can’t stop, you need it, remember?”

“I’m not up for that right now.” Dan replied. And for the first time in his life he started walking faster and he completely ignored The Captain while the latter was throwing a tantrum.

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The Daily Thistle

The Daily Thistle – News From Scotland

Tuesday 4th September 2018

"Madainn Mhath” …Fellow Scot, I hope the day brings joy to you…. The clouds had moved on this morning as Bella and I set out for our walk, millions of stars twinkled in the black night sky.. I love it when it's like that.. streets were empty except for us and the sound of Bella's Dog Tag's and Rabies shot indicator clinking in the in the darkness, as she's jet black, it's hard to see her at times...

CIDER MAKER OFFERS ALCOHOL IN EXCHANGE FOR APPLES AND PEARS…. Thistly Cross, of East Lothian, has launched an appeal for unwanted home-grown fruit. A cider maker has opened its "bucket for a bottle" appeal for unwanted home-grown apples and pears. Thistly Cross, of East Lothian, said it is open to donations which it will hand-press into juice to be matured into cider. The brewer is offering to swap donations over 7kg for cider and beer. The yearly appeal first started in an attempt to reduce waste with many locally grown apples going unused. The company said: "One of the things that make Thistly Cross Cider so unique is its blend of Scottish heritage apples, hand-pressed at their Cidershed in the heart of East Lothian - continuing a proud tradition of using apples grown across the country from a wide range of sources, including local schools, professional apple growers, estate and farm owners and the general public. "In previous years, the 'Bucket for a Bottle' scheme has resulted in hundreds of tonnes of apples, and Thistly are hoping to top that with this year's #apples4cider campaign."

EDINBURGH SET FOR UK'S LONGEST LEGAL GRAFFITI WALL…. Around 60 artists from across Europe will each decorate a section of the wall. Graffiti artists from across Europe are descending on the capital to create the UK's longest legal graffiti wall. Around 60 artists from Scotland, England, Ireland, Poland, Spain and Germany will each decorate a section of the wall close to Ocean Terminal at the Rock the Dock Graffiti Jam on Saturday. With 330m in total being decorated - 165m on each side - the temporary graffiti wall will become the UK's longest, surpassing the current longest one in Dundee by 190m. The council-owned site forms part of the proposed tram to Newhaven and this initiative is seen as an ideal opportunity to breathe new life into the area before work gets under way. Rock the Dock is being jointly led by Leith-based hip-hop education organisation, The State, roller rink and indoor skatepark, The Boardwalk, and Scotland's graffiti, street art and mural specialists, Mainline and Spectrum Arts. The event on Saturday is open to all and will run between 9am and 9pm, with three free workshops throughout the day. Councillor Lesley Macinnes said: "This is a tremendously exciting project and I'm really looking forward to seeing the wall being transformed by the graffiti jam. "Rock the Dock is a great example of how the council can bring people and groups together to create something special for the local community - bringing some much-needed life to the area and supporting the work of graffiti artists in Edinburgh and further afield."

MAN ACCUSED OF ENCOURAGING TERRORISM IN FACEBOOK POSTS…. Mohammed Hamza Siddiq, from Kirkcudbright, Dumfries and Galloway, is accused of posting extremist content on the social media site. The 37-year-old is charged with one count of encouraging terrorism and another of failing to disclose information to the police. Siddiq, formerly known as Andrew Calladine, appeared at Westminster Magistrates' Court in London on Thursday. He remained silent for most of the hearing and has not yet entered any pleas to the charges against him. Police became aware of his publicly open Facebook account in August 2017, the court heard. Siddiq, of Nottingham, was remanded in custody and is due to appear at the Old Bailey on September 27.

SCOTLAND'S FIRST COMMERCIAL ROCKET LAUNCH HAILED A SUCCESS…. The first commercial rocket launch in Scotland has taken place as part of efforts to gain work at a planned spaceport in the Highlands. Skyrora saw its 2.5 metre (9ft) projectile reach altitudes of almost four miles after taking off at the Kildermorie Estate in Ross-shire. Known as Skylark Nano, it accelerated to Mach 1.45 - more than 110mph. The Edinburgh-based rocket developer was trialling technology for use on full-scale vehicles, as it bids for a contract for the forthcoming facility. Daniel Smith, director of business development, said: "This was a small but important step for us in our bid to become the go-to satellite launch provider at a future Scottish spaceport. "Huge positives can be taken from this - from the success of our portable ground control systems, trajectory analysis and ability to capture the launch with on-board HD cameras. "We will use the lessons learned in the next stage of our test launch programme, where we'll be going to a far more significant altitude. "For us it's all about taking careful steps to de-risk and gain experience as we quickly evolve through sub-orbital tests towards our future orbital launch ambitions." The commercial element of the flight was done in partnership with social media site Ask.fm. Cargo was ejected at burnout - staying attached to the body via a Kevlar cable - and a parachute was opened at low altitude for a soft landing. The planned £17.2m spaceport will be developed by Highlands and Islands Enterprise. Last month it was announced the UK Space Agency would provide £31.5m of funding for the overall project. If approved, it could see a vertical launch site built for a new generation of small rockets to launch micro communication and earth-observation satellites. Melness Crofting Estate near Tongue is the proposed location.  Scotland has been described as the best place in the UK to reach in-demand satellite orbits with vertically launched rockets. It is estimated the spaceport could create 400 jobs in the area. Around 2000 satellites are forecast to launch there between 2021 and 2030.

MUGGLES OF THE GLEN: WHERE POTTER FANS GATHER IN THEIR HUNDREDS….  Harry Potter fans are arriving in their hundreds at a Highlands location for two of the films adapted from JK Rowling's books about the boy wizard. Filming of 2002's Harry Potter and the Chambers of Secrets and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, released in 2004, took place at Glenfinnan. Here, fans gather on a hillside near the Glenfinnan Viaduct to catch a glimpse of the "Hogwarts Express". In real-life, the Express is the Jacobite steam train. The steam train crosses the railway viaduct on its journeys along the West Highland Line. Hundreds of railway enthusiasts and tourists on holiday in the Highlands also visit the site each year to witness the spectacle. The train and the viaduct appear in a famous scene featuring Harry Potter, friend Ron Weasley and a flying car. So many Potter enthusiasts are now turning up in Glenfinnan, home to a village of the same name, that the local community is seeking funding for a new car park to cater for the visitors. There are just 50 parking spaces available at the moment, and people are parking on side roads and along the verges of the busy A830. Some of the many visitors have been arriving to wait four hours to catch a glimpse of the Hogwarts Express. Fiona Gibson, of Glenfinnan Community Council, told BBC Scotland: "It's only a matter of time before someone is seriously hurt. "Kids are walking on the road and, because people are on their holidays, they are not really thinking about which side of the road they should be walking on." She added: "We've had bumps and scrapes, but fortunately no fatalities." The community hopes its planned new car park will be a wizard solution to the current parking problems.

On that note I will say that I hope you have enjoyed the news from Scotland today,

Our look at Scotland today is of The Jacobite Express…

A Sincere Thank You for your company and Thank You for your likes and comments I love them and always try to reply, so please keep them coming, it's always good fun, As is my custom, I will go and get myself another mug of "Colombian" Coffee and wish you a safe Tuesday 4th September 2018 from my home on the southern coast of Spain, where the blue waters of the Alboran Sea washes the coast of Africa and Europe and the smell of the night blooming Jasmine and Honeysuckle fills the air…and a crazy old guy and his dog Bella go out for a walk at 4:00 am…on the streets of Estepona…

All good stuff....But remember it’s a dangerous world we live in

Be safe out there…

Robert McAngus #Scotland #News #Spain

[jobean12-blog]

The Color of You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 829

Summary: You and Bucky color together to relax

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk drabbles and the lovely prompt below from my lovely friend @book-dragon-13 This is beautiful and I really hope you like it. I loved writing it! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: light mention of anxiety, super sweet fluffy love, like I may have gone overboard LOL :) 

The sky was a dark gray blanket of clouds and you could hear the light pitter patter of rain on the windows. You and Bucky are curled up on the couch watching Star Wars, his foot bouncing on the edge of the coffee table and his fingers twirling through your hair.

You can tell he is feeling anxious today. Taking his hand in yours you hold it close to your body and rub small circles over his knuckles. He hums and brings your hand to his lips.

“I love you,” he says quietly.

“I love you too baby,” you reply, laying your head on his shoulder. “Hey Buck?” you ask, pausing the movie.

He looks down at you, his hair falling in his eyes and a small smile on his lips. “Yes baby girl?”

“I have an idea that I want to show you. I think you might like it. It might be a better way to relax than the movie,” you suggest, tucking the hair behind his ear.

“Sounds great doll,” he answers, sitting up. “Need me to do anything?”

You shake your head no and run into your bedroom. You search your nightstand drawer and find your coloring books, continuing to rifle through the contents until you discover your big box of colored pencils.

Rushing back into the living room you launch yourself onto the couch much to Bucky’s delight and sit crossed legged.

“Ok. So. On the days where I can’t seem to escape in a movie or a book I color!” you say happily, holding up the books and box of colored pencils.

Bucky takes the things from your hands and places them on the coffee table. At first you start to panic, thinking he might be upset but as soon as he pulls you into his lap and wraps you in his arms you know it’s not that at all.

“Thank you baby girl. You could tell I was having a rough time huh?” he asks, rubbing his nose along your jaw.

“Yea, just a little. I thought maybe something new would be good!” you tell him, finding his lips for a soft kiss.

“I love this idea! Let’s pick pictures to color!” he says, getting comfortable with you in his arms and grabbing the supplies.

“Well, I have three different books here. One that has mostly animals. One that’s full of flowers and garden stuff and then an ocean one,” you explain, holding them up for him to see. “You pick first.”

He takes the ocean one and hands it to you. “I know this is the one you want,” he laughs, beaming when you do a little happy dance. “And I’d like to try out the flower one,” he says, flipping through the pages.

You place the colored pencil box down next to you and find your picture. “What do you think of this one?” you ask, showing him the coral reef page.

“Wow, that’s going to look amazing!” he says. “I think I’m going to do this one of the cherry blossoms.”

The two of you snuggle into each other and start coloring. Every so often you look up and check on him. His shoulders seem relaxed and his breathing is even and he’s concentrating hard on the coloring.

You pick up cerulean and nudge him with it. “This is my favorite color,” you state, coloring some of the water and showing him.

“It’s beautiful doll. Perfect choice for the ocean,” he praises, blowing you a kiss.

“Want to know why it’s my favorite Buck?” you ask sweetly.

He holds your gaze and nods.

“It reminds me of the color of your eyes and it’s the most beautiful blue,” you proclaim. “See how small it is? I use it all the time.”

He takes the colored pencil from your hand and studies it. “I love that. Want to know what color reminds me of you?” he asks softly.

You smile brightly. “Yes!”

He pulls out a color called ‘sunshine yellow’ and hands it to you. You read the label and look up at him.

“You’re my sunshine. You’re warm, soft and beautiful. You make me smile and feel happy. You give me hope. You’re who I want to see everyday for the rest of my life and you make each day better.”

At this point you can barely hold back your tears, his sweet words washing over you like a wave of love.

“And you’re my ocean. Gentle but incredibly strong. Calming and beautiful. Deep and with endless possibilities. My happy place. My everything,” you tell him in a whisper.

He doesn’t speak but his eyes swirl with a sea of emotions. He lays on the couch, pulling you down to his chest and securing his arms tightly around your body.

His kiss is soft, but it holds all the words that are meant to be said and with every brush of his lips you fall a little deeper in love.

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[jobean12-blog]

Iris

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,263

Summary: Bucky has a rough night and afterwards he needs some reassurance. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ 24 hour surprise drabble challenge: Inspired By Song Titles and @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ Hamilton Lyric Challenge and the prompt: I’m never gonna stop from Guns and Ships. Also, my beautiful friend @nano--raptor​ had sent me a request for a Bucky fic based off of the song Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls so I thought it was perfect for this. I love this song and I hope you love this! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ PS I PROMISE IT ENDS HAPPY :) 

Warnings: Angst at first but it’s soft and filled with love and the end is fluffy mostly and it has a happy ending! :) 

“Steve. Steve!” You hear him fumbling with the doorknob and you wait with a knot in your stomach for him to open the door. He yanks it open, almost too hard, and stands there looking disheveled and half asleep. “What? What’s wrong y/n?” Your fingers hurt from wringing your hands together and your voice is hoarse from crying, “I can’t find him. I don’t know where he is.”

Steve’s forehead crinkles in worry and he takes your hand, pulling you in for a hug. “When did you see him last?” Your body shakes with your tears and Steve patiently waits while you to catch your breath. “Everything seemed fine last night. We had dinner, watched a movie and read together before bed. But then he had a nightmare. He hasn’t had one is so long. And when I woke him up, he looked so scared and broken. I thought he had gone back to sleep but when I woke up this morning he was gone.”

You can feel Steve’s shoulders sag, your own already bowed under the weight of your worry, “ok, it’s ok. I think I know where he might be.” Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand you sniffle loudly and pull Bucky’s hoodie tighter around your body. “Just gimme a minute to change.” You nod and wait on the couch. Your heart is in your throat and you try to stop your body from trembling with each breath.

“Ok. Come on.” Steve leads you out the door and onto the street. He walks fast, his arm looped through yours and his hands in his pockets. When you reach the small park Steve stops and looks down at you, his eyes soft, “he loves you. More than anything. You have to remind him that you see him for who he really is.” You squeeze his hand, “thank you Steve.” He watches you walk into the park, “call me if you need anything. I’m not far.” You wave and turn the corner, sucking in a breath when you see Bucky sitting on a bench, his head dropped low.

“Bucky?” You can barely hear yourself over the beating of your own heart but when he looks up it’s as if everything comes back into focus. He stands and starts to move toward you, his long legs making the trip short as you launch yourself into his open arms. He holds you so tightly to his chest you can’t breathe but this time it doesn’t feel like you’re dying, it feels like home.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He says it over and over and you hold onto him like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. “I shouldn’t have left. I’m just scared. I’m still broken. I can’t lose you.” You can feel his large body shake with emotion and your heart breaks all over again. “Bucky. I love you. I love you more than anything in world. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

He walks you to the bench and sits down, pulling you into his lap, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I want to be everything you need but I’m afraid people will think I’m not good enough. They only see me as one thing.” The tears that fall from his eyes match your own and you touch his face, brushing the stubble that lines his cheeks before gently running your thumb along his lips. “I see you Bucky. I see every piece of you, and I know who you are.” Your hand slides down his neck and rests against his chest, over his beating heart.

His metal hand covers yours, his thunderous heartbeat slowly becoming steadier, “I don’t wanna go home yet. Can we stay a bit longer?” Your lips touch his in a barely there kiss, your eyes locked on his, “I want to be wherever you are Bucky. You’re all I need.” His lips are warm when they meet yours, his hand curling into your hair and tugging you closer. “Bucky, I love you. I’m never gonna stop.”

Resting his forehead to yours he lets the words sink in and wash over him. When his eyes meet yours again, they look clearer and more alive. “Thank you. Thank you for loving me.” Your brush the hair away from his face and cradle his jaw, stroking your fingers along his cheek, “that’s all I want to do.” He leans into your touch and closes his eyes before he kisses the palm of your hand and curls his own around it.

You sit quietly, just breathing in each other and letting the world melt away.  It isn’t until you hear the loud bark of a dog that you lift your head, smiling when a large fluff of white bounds toward you. The dog’s tail is wagging a mile a minute and Bucky reaches out to pet her, quickly pulling his hand back when he realizes it’s his metal one. You take his wrist and pull him forward, letting the dog sniff it. The dog’s nose wiggles this way and that before she nudges her head under Bucky’s hand for pets.

Bucky beams and scratches behind the dog’s ears, laughing when she positions her butt between his legs for more pets. “She definitely likes you.” A young man comes rushing over, panting and trying to catch his breath, “I’m so sorry guys! She loves the park and got away from me in her excitement.” You smile brightly and notice he’s wearing a shirt from the animal rescue nearby. “Oh, it’s no problem. She’s an absolute sweetheart! I think she loves my boyfriend.”

Bucky gives your waist a little squeeze and continues petting the dog. “I can see that. It’s great because to be honest she’s been really shy around most men, so this is really good.” It’s hard to tell who’s happier and you ask, “is she available for adoption?” The guy nearly bursts with joy, vigorously shaking his head yes. Bucky looks up, first at you, your eyes excited and hopeful, then to Winter. “Want to take a walk?” You jump off his lap with a squeal and the volunteer hands Bucky the leash, “she’s a great girl. I can tell you more about her while we head back.”

You walk hand in hand with Bucky, listening to Winter’s story and how she came to the rescue. You can tell Bucky is smitten and Winter clearly reciprocates the feeling. His shoulders seem lifted and his smile is genuine. When you reach the rescue Bucky pauses, handing the leash back to the volunteer, “can you give us minute please?” Winter whines but goes inside and Bucky takes your hands in his. Holding your finger to his lips you quickly speak, “before you say anything I just want you to know that dogs are an excellent judge of character.” Bucky smiles and dips his head, “I know. “I just. I need to say this. I love you. You’ve found parts of me that I didn’t know existed and in you I found a love I no longer believed was real.”

It’s hard for you to find the words to respond, your eyes now wet with fresh tears, so you kiss him and hope that all you’re feeling comes through with it. When you finally pull away for a breather, Bucky’s eyes are still closed and he brushes his nose against yours, his whispered “thank you,” telling you everything you need to know. Later that afternoon, you make your way back home, now a family of three.

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The Perfect Pumpkin

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Dad!bucky AU)

Word Count: 1,069

Summary: You and Bucky take your daughter to pick the perfect pumpkin for carving. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ continuation of drunk drabbles and the fun prompt below by @buckstaybucky​ and the Fall in Love drabble challenge theme-pumpkin patch- hope you enjoy this, thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ 

Warnings: fluffy sweet fun, soft fluff, domestic fluff, Dad!bucky being the best :)

“Daddy! Dadddddyyy!” Bucky kneels down next to Sam, “yes baby, what has you so excited.” She hops up and down before grabbing hold of the stem of a large pumpkin, “look! I found the perfect pumpkin for us to carve!” She continues pulling on it, her little grunts and grumbles making Bucky chuckle. “Want some help baby?” Letting her hands fall to her sides she pushes her little bottom lip out in a pout, “yes please.”

Bucky grabs the stem with his metal hand, lifting it up in one swift motion while taking her small hand in his other. “Come on, let’s go find mommy.” She skips next to him, regularly checking on her pumpkin as it swings at his side. “What do you want to carve into it?” Sam stops in her tracks, “I don’t know yet. Maybe Uncle Sam’s Redwing!!!”

With an eye roll, Bucky starts walking again, laughing when she launches into a long list of all the ideas she now has. “I see mommy! Look how many pumpkins are in the wagon!” The two of them smile wide as you approach pulling the red wagon filled to the top with a variety of pumpkins and gourds. Sam climbs up the side and sits herself on top of one of the large fruits.

“Pull me fast daddy!” Bucky closes his hand around yours, walking quickly much to Sam’s giggling delight. “Weeeeeee, this is so bumpy!” Bucky laughs and gives you a quick kiss, “looks like you picked some nice one’s doll, the house is gonna look great.” Looking back at Sam’s happy face you agree, “definitely! And we will have plenty to use for pumpkin bread, muffins, pie! All of it!”

“I’m so ready to eat everything!” You rub his stomach and raise your brows, “I know, me too!” Sam’s small voice chimes in from behind you, “and me too!” The three of you check out at the farm store and pack up the car, getting home just in time for a late lunch and some pumpkin carving.

As Sam finishes up her last bite of grilled cheese, she hops off her chair and rushes to Bucky, crawling up into his lap, “I’m ready daddy!” He stands, holding her in his arms and gathering the carving tools, “ok we just need to clear off the table and put down some newspaper.” Sam’s feet dangle excitedly until Bucky puts her down, “ok, I’ll get the newspaper!”

You help Bucky clear off the table, hugging him around the waist and resting your head on his chest while you wait for Sam to return, “this should be fun.” She runs in with a squeal, wedging herself between the two of you, “come on! Time to carve!” You reluctantly let him go and get the necessary tools, putting them down on the table, “all set!”

“The first thing we have to do is clean out the pumpkin.” Sam looks up at Bucky with a confused face, “but it doesn’t look dirty, it’s so perfect and orange!” she exclaims. “You’re right, the outside is clean but watch this.” Bucky starts to cut off the top of the pumpkin and when he pulls it out, he points to all the strings and seeds still attached. “See all that? Now look inside.”

Sam stands on her chair and peers into the pumpkin, her whole head almost fitting in the opening, “woah, that’s a lot of stringy stuff and seeds! How will we get it out?” You hand Sam and Bucky a scoop and drag over the garbage pail. “Start scooping kid,” Bucky says playfully, shoving his inside and pulling out a bunch of stuff. Sam follows right along, enjoying the feel of the slippery seeds and slimy strings.

Once you have all the pumpkins cleaned out you give Sam some paint, paintbrushes, stickers and any other goodies that might work for decorating. “Ok, daddy. I’m going to decorate this pumpkin and you can carve that one so I can decorate it after! Remember I want Redwing first.” Bucky gives you a look that says he has no idea how he’s going to pull this off. “Maybe draw it first babe?” He brightens at your suggestion and searches for a pencil. You hand him one with a smirk and watch him get to work.

It’s not coming out right and he huffs in frustration. “Here,” you say softly, motioning for him to make room. He pushes back from the table and you sit on his thigh, taking the pencil and fixing what he started. It’s looking really good and once you’re done the two of you admire your work, “wow, that came so great doll.” He leans close and whispers against your ear, “thanks for saving my ass.”

Sam shoots out of her seat and rushes around to look, sitting on Bucky’s other leg. “That came perfect mommy! Thank you!” She picks up one of the carving tools and Bucky quickly takes it from her hand, much to her disappointment. “I’m sorry baby, but you have to wait for me to help you ok?” She nods, her big blue eyes round with emotion. “Let me get a chair Buck, this way you have more space.” You stand and pull out the other chair, sitting and smiling at the two of them. Bucky’s foot hooks onto the bottom of your chair and drags it close, the three of you now sitting in a row at one end of the table.

“Ok Sam,” Bucky says, picking up the carving tool, “I’m going to hold it and then you can hold my hand so we can do it together.” Sam nods, placing her small hand over Bucky’s metal one and giggles when he stabs through the pumpkin and starts cutting. “This is so easy daddy!” You comb your fingers through Bucky’s hair and laugh at Sam’s comments, her excitement contagious.

When he finally has it cut out, he shows her how to push the pieces out and Redwing slowly comes to life. “I can’t wait to show Uncle Sam!!! Daddy, can we please face time him now. He’s going to be so excited!” Bucky happily agrees, taking his phone and dialing Sam. Her small hand shoots out and grabs it from him, “Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam! Look what we made!” She turns the camera around to show him, his happiness clear from his loud exclamations of praise.

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Hello lovely! Thank you for allowing me to send these in❤️ could I request one where Bucky is readers biological father and he witnesses first hand what their step dad is like towards them? Like maybe they are yelling at reader when he arrives and he gets all protective? 😩

Protecting Love 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, dad!Bucky x daughter!reader 

Word Count: 1,041

Summary: You and Bucky are going to pick up his daughter and discover some very upsetting news. Bucky comes to the rescue. 

Author’s Note: Of course @bugsbucky happy to write for you anytime and I hope you like this. I switched between the reader being Bucky’s new love and then the POV of Bucky’s daughter. I hope it makes sense! It just seemed to work better for me when writing. I love you and I’m here for you always! Thank you all for reading and much love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: starts fluffy, gets angsty, mentions of abuse, cursing, Bucky gets angry and protective, but it ends happy and he saves the day <3

“I can make dinner while you and y/n are at the museum this afternoon. This way we can eat together when you get home. Sound good?” You look over at Bucky while he drives, his shoulders are relaxed and his features soft. He gives you a quick smile before looking back to the road. “That sounds perfect. Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? We would love you to.”

Squeezing his hand, you reassure him by saying, “no, it’s really ok and thank you. I want you two to have some time together! We can catch up at dinner.” He gives your hand a firm squeeze back and before you know it, you’re pulling up at the house. Bucky gets out and comes around the car to open your door, taking your hand and helping you out.

“Thanks baby,” you say with a kiss. He places his hand at your lower back and leads you toward the door. As you approach your start to pick up on the sounds of faint yelling. You look to Bucky who must have already heard it because his brows are furrowed, and his jaw is set in a tight line. “You hear that right?” he asks, through gritted teeth. “I hear it Buck.”

The yelling gets louder when you near the door and it only takes Bucky a millisecond before he practically breaks it off the hinges. Storming into the living room he rushes at his daughter, pulling her behind him and trying to calm his rage. His metal hand comes up, the low whirs as it shifts the only sounds in the room other than heavy breaths.

“Were you just yelling at my daughter?” His voice is low and deadly, and you watch as y/n’s stepfather takes a few steps back with his hands held up. “No, we were just talking, James.” The use of his first name has Bucky clenching his metal hand into a crushing fist and stepping forward. “Don’t bullshit me you son of a bitch. I heard you before we even got to the door.”

-Daughter’s point of view-

“Dad. It’s ok. I’m ok, can we just go?” You grab your father around the shoulders and give him a soft hug, hoping to calm him down so you can just leave. He quickly turns to you and crushes you to his chest, “I want to kill him,” he whispers in your ear. You look up at him with matching blue eyes, your lashes wet with unshed tears. “I know. He isn’t worth it. Just let’s go and I’ll tell you everything.”

Bucky looks back to your stepfather and inches close enough to get in his face. “I’m only leaving here without kicking your ass because my daughter asked me to. But let me give you some advice. If I were you I would be sure to stay very far away from her and if I ever hear of you speaking to her like that again or laying a finger on her…nothing will stop me from tearing you to shreds.”

Looking at his ex, Bucky shakes his head, the disappointment and shock clear when he whispers, “I can’t believe you would let this happen. There are gonna be some changes made and I don’t want to hear a word about it, or you’ll be hearing from my lawyer.” With those final words he takes your hand and heads toward the door, throwing your stepfather one last warning glare.

-Readers point of view-

Y/n reaches out and grabs for your hand, holding it tightly while Bucky ushers you out of the house. You pull her to your side and soothingly rub her back. “Are you ok, sweetheart? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” She shakes her head no before the tears finally start to fall and she clings to you. “I’m gonna sit in the back with her ok, Buck.” He nods, opening the door for you both before getting in the driver’s seat.

The car ride back is quiet, and you know Bucky is seething. Laying a hand on his shoulder you catch his eye in the mirror. “We are going to fix this. We’ve been talking about getting a bigger place. This is the perfect opportunity.” You hear y/n’s breath hitch at your words and turn to look at her. “If that’s what you want of course.” She launches herself into your arms, crying, “yes, yes, yes,” over and over again, a huge weight being lifted off her shoulders.

When you get home, you leave the two of them alone, giving them a chance to speak privately.

-Daughter’s point of view-

Bucky sits on the couch and motions for you to take a seat next to him. Taking your hands in his he looks down. “I’m sorry baby girl. I’m sorry I didn’t see this sooner. I can never forgive myself for letting you live in that kind of environment.” You hold onto his hands tightly, saying, “dad. Look at me. How could you know. It only happened once or twice before this and mom is so good at playing pretend that it made me feel like I was dreaming it up. Thank you for telling him off, I’m pretty sure he shit his pants.”

You smile and it turns into pure laughter when Bucky looks up at you, clearly horrified at your language. “Listen kiddo, if your Uncle Steve were here you know what he would say…” he trails off trying to hold back his own smile. “But he’s not so…I really hope he did shit his pants!” At first, you’re not sure you heard him right but then his goofy smile widens and you both start to laugh again.

After the light moment Bucky’s face turns serious again. “Listen. You’re going to stay here from now on. We will go get all your things this weekend and you’ll have to sleep on the pull out until we figure out the new apartment situation. Does that sound ok?” You wipe away a stray tear and throw your arms around his neck. “It sounds perfect dad and thank you.” Giving you a bone crushing hug, he gently rocks you back and forth. “Anything for my little girl.”

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Boyfriend Material

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 659

Summary: You love Bucky’s soft tee shirts

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club week of kinks and 2k follower celebration! Today I went soft and fluffy and chose tee shirts as my kink. Seeing Seb in a soft and tight tee shirt does things to me. He always looks so cuddly and perfect! Hope you enjoy this! Thank you all for reading! Love you always ❤❤❤

Warnings: FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF and soft tee shirts :) I went nuts with the pics again bc duh... :D 

Week of Kinks Masterlist

Day 1: Bow ties and neck: Keep Quiet

Day 2: Beard and floofy hair: Plum Lovin’

Day 3: Knife: An Edge in the Kitchen

Day 4: Metal arm and choking: Mind Over Metal

Day 5: Beefy Bucky: Hungry Eyes (part 2)

The first time it happened you didn’t even realize you where doing it. Seated on the couch between the arm rest and Bucky, watching Stranger Things, as a particularly tense scene unfolds, your hand reaches over and grabs his shirt. Holding tight to the soft fabric you rub it between your fingers to try to calm your nerves. Bucky doesn’t say a word, a soft smile on his face as he throws a lazy arm around your shoulder.

The second time you were standing in the kitchen while Bucky was making breakfast, the smell of pancakes and bacon floating through the air. Unable to resist, you rest against his back and sneak your arm under his, stealing a piece of bacon from the pile. You don’t move as you take the first bite, leaning your cheek to his back. His tee shirt is soft and warm, and you just stand there enjoying your bacon and Bucky.

The third time it happened you were having a bad day. You stomp into the common room in search of some chocolate. The day had finally caught up with you and you were done. Needing something yummy and sweet you search the cabinet for your secret stash of goodies. When you realize you’ve finished the last of it and haven’t been out to get more the tears start to fall.

It isn’t until strong arms wrap around your shoulders that you realize someone else is in the room. The smell of Bucky surrounds you like a warm blanket, his soft tee shirt like heaven against your skin as he holds you. Turning around in his arms you bury your face in his chest, smoothing your hands over the plush material. When you finally pull away you’ve gotten snot and tears all over it, your eyes sad as you look up at him.

“I’m sorry Buck. I ruined your shirt. I love your shirts! They’re so soft and you’re always so warm. And now I’ve ruined it!” Fresh tears start to fall after your rambling and Bucky pulls you into his chest again. “Hey doll, it’s ok. It’s fine. Shhhh, don’t worry about anything. I have plenty of tee shirts.” He rubs your back soothingly and kisses the top of your head.

Once you’ve calmed down, he leads you over to the couch, getting the blanket and covering your legs. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” He jogs down the hall to his room, returning shortly with something draped over his shoulder. He goes into the kitchen and puts on some tea while opening and closing a bunch of cabinets. The tea whistles and he pours two mugs, walking over with the steaming liquid and a package of cookies.

“It isn’t your chocolate but hopefully it helps.” He sets everything down on the coffee table and takes your hand to help you stand, removing the item on his shoulder. “Here, I brought you one of my shirts. You can put it on if you want.” He holds up the dark blue tee, a hopeful smile on his face. “Oh my god, Bucky, thank you. Yes, I definitely want to wear it.”

You start to take off your oversized sweatshirt and Bucky’s breath hitches, his eyes wandering over your body. The small tank top you have on under it leaves little to the imagination and you smirk when you see him try to keep his eyes on yours. Taking the shirt from his hand you throw it over your head, giggling when it falls almost to your knees.

You curl your arms around yourself, rubbing the material in happiness. “I love it!” you squeal before launching yourself into his arms, “thank you.” He holds you close before falling to the couch and tucking you under his arm. “I’m so glad, doll, you can keep it. It looks way better on you anyway,” he says, before leaning down you place a sweet kiss to your lips.

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The Color of Your Smile

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,415

Summary: Each and every time Bucky smiles it’s like the sun comes out 🌞

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club 24 hour surprise drabble challenge with the theme of colors! Really love this idea and I went with Yellow Sunshine because honestly the thought of Bucky smiling is really like sunshine! And my beautiful friend @nano--raptor and I were talking about how shitty bad days and anxiety can be and what we would love to have to help...love you Mal❤ Hope this makes you all smile and you enjoy it! Thank you so much for reading! Much love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: Super soft fluff, shy Bucky (he’s so soft) and LOTS OF SMILES :) 

Nothing makes you happier than seeing Bucky smile. No matter how bad the day has been if you catch him laughing or smiling, it’s as if the clouds part and the sun comes out. The way his eyes crinkle at the corners and his nose scrunches up make it impossible for you not to smile too.

Sometimes he dips his head in the most adorable way, almost like he’s embarrassed and a strand of hair will fall over his forehead and you want nothing more than you comb your fingers through it and kiss him. He knows none of this of course, the thoughts never more than a whisper on your lips.

Today is a particularly shitty day. Everything is giving you anxiety and you can’t seem to focus enough to get anything done, which is bad because your to-do list has never been longer. It’s not raining but it might as well be with the blanket of gray clouds that covers the sky. When you finally make it through to dinner and head into the kitchen, you’re so ready for something yummy that you can already taste it.

Shuffling through the cabinets you search for your mac and cheese. You’re sure you had at least one box left. It isn’t anywhere to be found and you’re on the verge of tears. That is, until Bucky shows up. “Hiya doll, what are you looking for?” He walks up next to you and brushes the hair from your shoulder, smiling softly while he waits for your answer.

You smile back. “Well, I had a shitty day and I was hoping to eat some mac and cheese, but it looks like I’m out or someone else ate it, which is fine, but now I’m hungry and just…” You shrug and sort of deflate, wanting to lean into him for a hug. Without a thought he does just what you want, pulling you close to his chest and circling his arms around you. “I’m sorry. I hate days like this. What can I do?”

Feeling better already you lay your chin on his chest and look up and his still smiling face. “The hug really helped, thanks Buck. Now I need a shower and food.” You feel his laugh vibrate through him. “Tell you what, I have an idea. Why don’t you go shower and change into something comfy and meet me back in my room in about an hour?”

Raising your brow, you make to argue but he gives you one of his brightest smiles and you immediately crumble, smiling right back with an excited “yes!” After a nice hot shower, you throw on some yoga pants and a tee shirt before walking down the hall to Bucky’s room. Lightly knocking you wait a moment, hearing some shuffling from the other side of the door.

He opens it a crack, blocking your way with his body. “Hi.” This time you smile first and notice he seems a bit nervous. His cheeks are even a little pink which makes your smile grow. “Are you gonna invite me in?” Now he cracks a lopsided smile and you fall more in love. “Of course. But uh, can you close your eyes?”

Without a second thought you squeeze them shut and he takes your hand in his, slowly guiding you through the door and into his room. He stops and stands in front of you taking hold of your other hand and bringing them to his chest. His shirt is warm and soft under your touch and all you can think about is how nice it feels against your skin. “Ok, so I hope this helps and that it’s ok. And you like it. Because if not, that’s fine.”

Releasing one of your hands you reach around until your finger finds his lips to stop his rambling. “I’m going to love it.” He lets out a breath and brings you around to his front. “Ok, open ‘em.” Your eyes pop open and you’re momentarily stunned silent. He’s taken all the pillows from his bed and couch and laid them on the floor. The sheet from his bed is now somehow pinned to the ceiling and cascading over the plush fluffiness on the floor. Small twinkling star lights set the space aglow and when you turn to look at him, they twinkle in his eyes. “Bucky. I don’t know what to say. It’s. It’s perfect!” Grabbing his hand, you launch yourself into the fort, plopping down on the pillows and snuggling in.

He laughs and lays beside you, propping himself up on his elbow. “Really? Are you sure?” His smile is so sweet you can barely stand it. “I LOVE IT!” His nose scrunches and he dips his head and you almost let out a moan, not sure you’ll be able to stand much more of it. Rolling over to hide in the pillows you hear a crunch and quickly sit up. “What was that?”

Bucky leans over you and feels around under the pillows, eventually pulling out a bag of party mix. “Snacks!” he says brightly, opening the bag and offering you some. “My favorite! How did you know?” For a moment he looks too shy to speak but finally manages to mumble, “because I pay attention.” And now he has your full attention. “What do you mean Buck?”

He brushes you off with a wave of his hand and pops a pretzel in his mouth, smiling through his chewing. “Nothing, forget I said anything.” Taking the party mix from his hand you sit up, placing your hands on his thighs. “Bucky.” He drops his head and groans. “It’s just. Well. I listen when you talk, and I remember everything. Like when you said how much you love party mix and blanket forts and star lights.”

If it weren’t for the yellow glow from the lights above, you swear his face would be completely pink. With a sheepish look he waits for you to say something. “I’m completely in love with your smile.” The words leave your lips without a thought and it’s your turn to blush. Deciding there’s no turning back now you keep talking.

“Every time I see you smile it’s like the clouds part and the sun comes out. The way your eyes crinkle at the corners and your nose scrunches up makes me feel all warm and tingly. And when you try to hide a blush and dip your head and a stray hair falls loose, I can’t help but feel better and like everything will be ok.”

He hasn’t said a word, his eyes focused on yours as you pour your heart out. His hands slowly come up to cradle your jaw and he brushes his thumb over your lips. “You really feel that way when I smile?” You slowly nod, letting your eyes flicker to his lips when his tongue darts out to wet them. “It’s true.”

With the drop of his head he’s close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning over your lips and it makes you tremble. “That’s good. That’s really good. Because I’m completely in love with everything about you.” The press of his lips is soft at first but there is a swift progression of intensity that has you clutching his shirt to steady the dizzying sway of the world beneath you.

Pulling you into his lap he brings his hand around to hold the back of your neck, tilting his head and parting your lips with his tongue. You open up for him, carding your fingers through his hair and down over his broad shoulders. His hands smooth down your back and he gently lays you on the pillows, covering your body with his.

He moves his knee upwards, parting your legs and you wrap your own around his waist, pulling yourself impossibly closer. He drags one hand down your arm and his fingers dance around the hem of your shirt. You can’t help the giggle that rises in your throat and before you pull away you feel him smile against your lips.

“Wow,” he hums, trailing soft kisses over your cheeks and down your neck. “I think I found a new thing I love best about you.” You giggle again, loving the tickle of his beard over your delicate skin. “And what’s that?” He brings his eyes back to yours, brushing his nose over your jaw, “kissing you. I don’t ever want to stop.”

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I tagged some extra friends just to pass along smiles, hope you don’t mind and of course don’t feel obligated to read or anything❤🥰

[jobean12-blog]

An Offer You Can’t Refuse

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word Count: 484

Summary: You’ve had a crappy day and Loki is here to help.

Author’s Note: This is for the continuation of the HBC’s @the-th-horniest-book-club​ drunk drabbles and the fun prompt below sent in by @prunes-said-bucky​ Thannk you and I hope you like this! Thank you all for reading and much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: soft fluff, some laughs, implied sexy times, Loki and his mouth... ;)

Stomping into the kitchen you search for your phone, huffing when you don’t see it anywhere. You turn quickly and walk face first into a firm chest covered in soft leather. “Ow.” Long arms circle your waist and a smooth voice caresses your ear. “Oh darling. Are you alright? I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

Looking up you stare into his concerned emerald green eyes, Loki’s lips turned down in a frown. “I’m ok, thank you. I’m just frustrated because I can’t find my phone, and everything is shit today.” His long finger rests under your chin and lifts your face higher. “Everything is shit?” he quietly questions.

You let out an exasperated sigh and launch into a recap of your day so far, complete with a very specific description of when you stepped in dog crap on your way to pick up groceries which on the way home fell from your bag and rolled all over the city street. Loki listens with intent, his eyes fixed on your figure as your arms flail and you pace the room.

When you finally stop you realize you have barely taken a breath and you give him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. That was a lot.” He walks over to you and brushes his thumb over your cheek, trailing it down your neck and pulling you closer. “It sounds like an awful day my love. Let me help you find your phone.”

With a flick of his fingers he has your phone between them, smiling down at you with a devious grin. “There. Is that better?” You launch yourself into his arms and hug him, saying, “thank you,” over and over. Taking your phone, you quickly check your messages and notifications. Afterward you shove it in the pocket of your jeans and stand there staring at Loki.

“You’re still tense my pet. I can tell,” he says, coming closer and rubbing your shoulders. You let out a lewd moan, not caring how it sounds and say, “that feels amazing. Thanks again.” Loki simply hums, continuing to work his magic as you melt under his touch.

“Do you wanna go for a ride?” His question is so sudden and unexpected that for a moment you’re silent. Slowly turning in his arms, you give him a confused look. “I didn’t know you had a bike?” He throws his head back and laughs, his eyes crinkling with his smile and you can’t stop your own from spreading wide. “Oh no darling, I don’t. I meant a ride on something else.”

His voice drops low with those last words and green magic flickers behind his eyes. “Oh,” is all you manage, swallowing hard and suddenly feeling hot. “I guarantee it will make your day better.” His confidence is hard to resist and before you know it, you’re following him through a portal, his bed the first thing you see.

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