#big smooch on the cheek to my mutuals. idk you but i love you

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I love tumblr. I may have accidently found out about TBOB by logging on today but my god i love that everyone else that I'm following are also fans of gravity falls and supplying me with memes and snippets and simply talking about it as well. I love tumblr. I love fandom. I love being a silly little girl with interests. I love you all for giving me stuff to look at!

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omg hey its me Pluto, for like the third time? I hope you're doing well, and taking care of your self! 👏🏼HY👏🏼DRA👏🏼TE 👏🏼OR 👏🏼DIE👏🏼DRA👏🏼TE 👏🏼.

Aside for my aggressive affection, I was wondering if you could make an Iwazumi one with a reader who's love language is touch and their hispanic. Like I feel like Hajime would be the type of lover to be like 'I hate everyone but YN' yk? Like he tolerates people, mostly his team, everyone else on the other hand 😬. They avoid that man like the plague. And like here comes hispanic YN with a ✨️chancleta✨️ about to knock a succer out and he's like '😍🛐💍🧎🏽❤️🥰💞💘'. Idk if that smkes sense, I hope it does 😅. And feel free to change any small detail for it to fit to your liking or for it to be easier to write.

Anyways I'm a SUCCER for ✨️Iwazumi Hajime✨️ and the aggressive puertorican in me wants to know how'd he be with that kind of lover. OMG THIS IS ALRRADY SO LONG, IMMA SAVE YOU SOME SANITY AND STOP HERE ANYWAYS HAVE A NICE MORNING/DAY/NIGHT!!!

No worries bby! When I see your notifications I'm like 'ah yes, friendly friend, chum, pal, amix, mutual'

En esta casa también amamos y respetamos a nuestro hermoso Iwa-chan 🛐🛐🛐 we don't need holy water, we need personal trainer Iwaizumi Hajime 💖✨💖🤧💖✨💖🛐💕🛐💕🛐💕🛐✨✨✨✨I can think about a few scenarios, hope you like it!

A small drabble for Iwaizumi Hajime feat Oikawa Tōru travel to Iwa's s/o hometown to meet their family

A great power comes with a great responsibility

He wasn't sure at first but he kinda needs a traducer just in case, and Oikawa won't stop of nagging him to go on vacations together, pretty boy knows spanish so he decided to spend his vacations with his favourite person in the whole world and Bakakawa

Oikawa Tōru and his beloved partner get along too well for his liking, like sometimes she teams up with the annoying bastard just to pull a few reactions from him

He knows this, but he can hate everyone but his beloved y/n 😉

Here they are, you're currently dragging Iwa by hugging his arm and holding Oikawa's hand

When you all arrive to your family house your mom calls most of your relatives for a family emergency meeting (more like gossip)

So here they are, your cousin is fascinated with Oikawa while you and Iwa try to keep up with your mother's questions

Soon as they greet Iwa and Oikawa they break the personal space barriers

Your aunt grabs their faces to place a big smooch on their cheeks

Your cousin does the same, your other cousin gives them a firm hand shake and side hug with a few pats on their shoulder

Your home knows no boundaries regarding Japanese etiquette for greetings and Oikawa is enjoying every bit of it

After a while you and Iwa are chilling in the couch

He is leaning over to kiss you when you see Oikawa and your cousin, their heads peeking from the doorway

Your cousin asks when are you going to have sex with your boyfriend

Iwa didn't understood why your beautiful face morphed into a death glare, he could clearly see a vein in your forehead

And then Oikawa asked in Spanish if Iwa had sinful moans

In a split of second, noone really knows where did you pull the mighty flip flop also well known as 'chancleta'

Flew at full speed right in Oikawa's face, you gracefully sprinted towards the door grabbing the chancleta from the floor to chase down your cousin

Iwa is stunned, when he recovers after the initial shock his first thought was 'y/n is an avenger and i didn't knew it'

Seeing Oikawa on the floor rubbing his face is now one of his favourite moments of life

The first one was asking you out 💖✨

Wants to learn your technique, how did you managed to yield the flip flop like captains america's shield???

Soon he learns it's imprinted in your DNA, the chancleta ways has been passed down generation to generation by the females on your family 😂😅

Later you can see Iwaizumi's eyes shine with respect and stronger emotions of love

Respectfully tells your mother you're the most gorgeous woman he had ever dated making you blush bright red

Oikawa has found a new fear, had to add flip flops into the list of things can be thrown to his head, his friends are really a power couple

Thanks for reading 🐨💖✨ I had fun writing this one 😂💖 y/n hembra alfa, lomo plateado chancla de vibranium 🤭😂💖

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Mingi “BF Headcanons”

Hongjoong version // Seonghwa version // Yunho version // Yeosang version // San version // Mingi version // Wooyoung version // Jongho version // 

- Mingi 

- Mingo Mango

- Tol but smol baby

- @a-drawingpanda​ ‘s baby

- Now Mingi

- oh sweet baby Mingi

- Is surprisingly awkward when it comes to the first date

- and asking you out 

- it’s filled with a lot of stuttering 

- stumbling over his words 

- avoiding eye contact

- etc

- He’s kind of scared of saying something dumb

- so he opts for not talking at all

- but you know Mingi

- he’s loud and boisterous

- so you could figure out that he was nervous

- and let him know he has no reason to be

- that you wouldn’t have said yes to a date

- if you didn’t like him

- that you like him for who he is and he doesn’t have to hide that

- Cue his beautiful wide smile

- maybe a loud laugh

- all nerves would slowly shake off

- Mingi would break out of his shell

- now idk why I have this image 

- but Mingi would love a picnic as a first date

- on a nice sunny day

- eating good food

- talking

- preferably by a playground

- so he can push you around on swings 

- and go down the slide with you and just goof off

- he’d love that so much 

- like the smile on his face would be so big the whole time

- so precious

- 10/10 would be too shy to kiss you on the first date

- second date however

- BIG SMOOCH 

- innocent smooch but a big one

- Throughout your relationship you always get big smooches from him

- he does it to comfort you too

- He has a hard time understanding when your upset sometimes

- but Mingi tries his best really

- so be patient with him and explain

- he’s really good at comforting you 

- it’s his sweet demeanor

- his big kisses and even bigger hugs

- he just knows what to do

- Even if he doesn’t fully understand why 

- When Mingi’s upset

- it’s so heartbreaking

- he doesn’t know what to with himself

- he tends to blame himself 

- even if it isn’t his fault

- so protect him from those thoughts when he’s sad

- he needs that protection

- he hates crying in front of you but does it anyway

- “what do you mean i’m crying. it’s just dusty in here.”

- Arguments with Mingi can be...

- childish? 

- sometimes it feels like you’re both 15 arguing with each other

- so the fights never last long 

- no extremely harsh words get exchanged either 

- apologies happen as fast as the argument goes down

- plus big pouts from Mingi when he’s apologizing

-  Now Mingi is your #1 cheerleader

- if you have any event

- any competition 

- or just need some motivation to get up

- He’s there to tell you

- You can do it

- It would make him so happy if you could do that for him too

- like he would act embarrassed if you were on the sidelines

- cheering for him 

- but his feigned embarrassment is only to hide his pink cheeks and ears

- he loves it

- the praise 

- he feeds off of it

- Loves letting you here his music that he’s been working on

- it goes through you before it reaches anyone elses ear

- respects your criticism and if you don’t like it

- he’ll work on it

- He respects your opinion so much

- He also loves it when you enjoy his songs.

- It’s his life and if he can make you proud of what he makes 

- it’s amazing to him

- his eyes and face light up

- Now cuddles with Mingi

- they start with him bear hugging you 

- but they’re so amazing

- long arms wrapping around you

- snuggling you into him

- would love it if you wore his sweaters/t-shirts while you cuddle

- If you fall asleep like that 

- it’s game over 

- you aren’t getting up until he does

- his arms are in a locked grip

- no escaping

- Lazy days with Mingi are the best

- he loves them 

- they consist of doing absolutely nothing 

- except for eating 

- watching movies

- he loves those moments the most tbh

- you guys talk alot 

- it amazes you sometimes how Mingi’s brain works 

- very random conversations 

- some that just make you go 

- ????

- but that’s the fun of being with Mingi

- He also loves styling you 

- he thinks it’s fun

- like you’re a real life doll 

- “this color is pretty on you, you should wear it all the time” 

- Mingi tends to compliment you out of nowhere

- You could be wearing a paper bag 

- he’d still call you beautiful

- Back hugs and sweet whispers in your ear

- telling you how amazing you are

- it’s just the way he is

- Mingi would love to delve into whatever interest you have

- Like you could like drawing 

- Mingi would want to try drawing with you 

- you could like a sport

- Mingi is willing to try it

- very open to new things

- Mingi can be kinda clingy 

- He just wants to be around you 

- he loves you

- this leads to some jealousy sometimes

- he finds it hard to express how he feels when he sees with another guy/girl

- it frustrates him 

- which leads to pouty Mingi

- Which leads to you finding him ridiculously cute when he’s jealous

- but reassure him 

- No one is better than your Mingis

Okay Demon Mingi has entered the chat

- okay

- switch to soft dom

- like most of ateez

- but yeah 

- those beautiful beautiful pouty lips of his 

- he loves being kissed

- he loves makeout sessions 

- they almost always lead to more

- You love seeing his lips all puffy and swollen

- You love nibbling on them 

- he loves it too

- he loves having you sitting on him 

- fingers in his hair as you kiss

- Deep moans

- beautiful sounds

- he’s so loud 

- not scared to let you hear him at all

- it’s like beautiful

- Likes watching you ride him 

- he thinks it’s amazing 

- allows his hands to move all over you 

- ah the praise

- mutual praise is a big thing

- it eggs him on 

- on rare occasions 

- Mingi likes to use his size against you 

- (i see you size kink enthousiasts)

- likes pinning you under him 

- chuckling at how helpless you look under him 

- but this is only if he’s in that mood

- God I can’t get over the thought of him looking up at you with those eyes

- pouting those lips 

- loves it when you mark him 

- he likes receiving marks so much 

- especially his thighs 

- he’s insecure about his thighs so praise the hell out of them with marks 

Aftercare

- aftercare with Mingi 

- it’s a little lazy 

- but in a good way 

- he holds you close kisses you all over

- butterfly kissing you as you relax

- cleaning up might happen right away 

- might not

- might happen after a nap 

- but he always makes sure he hasn’t hurt you

- he’s so smiley

- but not in the regular way 

- it’s a small smile

- as his eyes glitter while looking at you 

- holds you incredibly close

- for some reason

- you guys speak in whispers

- laugh in whispers

- all while holding eachothers hands

- all in all dating Mingi 

- it’s gentle 

- filled with young love 

- it’s lighthearted and sweet 

- A relationship  where you are 100% comfortable with eachother

A/N: I wrote this at 1 a.m stressed about getting my results to see if I passed this school year or not tomorrow. So please pray for me and please give me your feedback on this ♥

[lokispettigerr]

Room 214: Tom Hiddleston x Actress!Female Reader (NSFW SMUT)

Fic Request by: @i-want-my-na-me-back I am so excited about posting the full fic and hope that it is everything you wanted it to be! Thank you so so much again, for sending your requests to my ask box. <3

Summary: Female reader is an aspiring actress. One evening after a play that he attended she approaches him to ask if he can help her with some of her lines and technique– he kindly obliges… Tom has no idea what he is agreeing to, and they are both in for a real treat.   Word Count: 2593

Warnings: None???? IDK, you might die???? RIP???

A/N: Sewww, dear gods, I am scared to post this. First time writing Daddy Hiddles (sorry, I don’t refer to him as that in the fic), hope you all enjoy it! Please, with a big ol’ cherry on top of my head, leave me some of your lovely feedback. You all are so good at that! 

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“Excuse me, Tom Hiddleston” my index and middle finger tapped his broad shoulder, and he turned from his conversation to see who had called out his name.

“Hi, yeah, I was wondering if maybe you would give me a few acting pointers...I’m Y/N.” I held my hand out to him, and he took it to shake. His hand felt so good clasping my own, it dwarfed mine and was unusually rough with a shiny, white scar at the webbing between his index finger and thumb. For a moment, it appeared as if recognition flashed through his eyes… Did Tom remember me? We were often crossing paths in one way or another as we were both deeply involved and supportive of the acting world. We had many mutual friends, and I often caught a gaze from his mystic eyes from across the room at galas or parties, but we had never really had many close interactions.

“Uh, yeah, I think we can manage something like that.” he responded, still holding my hand. “What do you say I finish up here and we meet upstairs, rehearsal room 214 in an hour?” he winked, his head tilted towards me to hear my answer over the crowd of people talking.

“Perfect!” I exclaimed excitedly, “See you”, I turned on my heel, my hips swaying as I walked away. I glanced over my shoulder at Tom thinking to see his muscled back towards me, but instead he was watching me intently as I walked away, talking to someone half-heartedly.

Knowing he was watching me made my pulse jump, and it took my full concentration to continue walking behind the curtain and down the steep steps of the stage.

My heels clicked as I walked back to my locker to riffle through my purse hoping to freshen up before meeting with Tom and review my script. Luckily, I found a quiet, private corner in the building, tucked underneath a wooden stairwell. My concentration was all wonky because Tom kept interrupting my thoughts. My mind went back to the way he held my hand, the way his penetrating gaze looked not just at me, but through me, and the way he had watched me intently as I had walked off the stage and back behind the curtain. I would read my lines all the way through the first page not, remembering anything, and have to begin again.

I glanced at my pink and gold watch, and jolted up from the corner. It had been an hour and I was supposed to meet Tom upstairs!

I grabbed my bag and script hurriedly, and took the stairs two at a time, dashing up them, a huge feat in heels. I rounded the corner and barreled into Tom standing in front of the door to the rehearsal room.

“Whoa, are you alright there?” he grabbed my arms, steadying me like the gentleman he was, his eyes showing his concern for me, a small, shy smile on his lips.

I huffed, trying to slow my breathing, “Yeah, ah, sorry, I was just trying to make it up here, the time got away from me”.

He chuckled, amused and released my arms, squeezing them before letting go.

“Alright then, let’s get to it”, he turned opening the door and stood holding it for me, ushering me into the room warmly.

I nodded once in thanks, not making eye contact, a blush on my cheeks from both the run and my embarrassment.

“May I take a peek at your lines?” He asked me, holding out his fingers.

“Yes, yes, of course, sorry sorry” I said quickly,  my hand dashed into my bag, and my fingers closed around the folded, thick script.

His smile never faded, and he constantly appeared to be on the verge of laughter. Sensing my embarrassment he kept it to himself, but his eyes continued to smile, even as he read.

His glasses would fall intermittently, and his long, middle finger would dart up to slide them up his pointed nose, and every now and then an “Mmm” would escape his lips as he nodded slowly.

“This is a great part, really, you’re lucky to have it”, he said as he handed me back the script.

“What seems to be the problem you are having?” he crossed his arms, his brows furrowing as he waited for my response.

“Well” I gulped, nervously, looking down at the paper, “I am just really having trouble portraying romance to the audience through my character”.

Tom nodded, empathy etched on his face.

“I know I shouldn’t have trouble,” I continued, “but this is actually my first time acting romantically with someone, and I am finding it to be rather difficult”.

“That is completely understandable,” he pushed his glasses up his nose as he looked down searching his thoughts, “have you kissed them yet?” he continued, quickly, not taking a pause, “sometimes that helps you relax a little bit”.

“Not yet.” I smiled sheepishly.

“May I?” he asked, not waiting for my answer.

I had barely the chance to nod when Tom grabbed my face, passionately planting a kiss on my lips. Tom’s long fingers perfectly cupped the back of my neck as he drew me in. His sculpted nose was pressed into my cheek, and my breasts were against his chest.

The script slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a sharp clack, but Tom didn’t pull away, instead he deepened the kiss and my head began to swim. I was high from his close proximity.

My hand traveled up his rigid abdomen, my knuckles scraping against his chest and he hummed, deep blue silk against my swollen lips. My fingers kept their exploration towards his hair, burying themselves there, twisting the soft, silky tendrils between my fingers.

As our heads moved, to a love song that only we heard, his tongue parted my lips and he breathed me in as I sighed, his tongue exploring its new territory.

His hand traveled from its perch at the back of my neck down to my heaving breasts and he began to squeeze me, my womb twitching and tingling with each touch, my nipples tightening through my bra.

“Tom”, I mumbled against his petal lips.

“Mmm?” he didn’t stop, only deepened his kiss.

“I think—” I couldn’t think though, I was lying, “I think, we need” smooch, smooch, “…to stop”.

Tom’s lips left mine, leaving mine flush and swollen, yearning for his kisses against them again.

“Right” he replied, shortly, smoothing his hair, briskly, then reaching his hand out to smooth mine, but dropping it. Tom eyes lowered, shifting back and forth, searching his thoughts, “Its strange, Y/N, but I have been watching you for sometime now. I find myself searching for you in a crowd, wherever I go…” His eyes returned to my face, and I could see how much my presence grounded him, “Have you not felt my eyes on you from across the room when we are with our friends?” He watched me, expectantly, his eyes glistening. In truth, I had felt him watching me.

I bent down, reaching for the script that had fallen to the floor, but Tom’s hand got to it first, his fingers hitting mine, jolting them, electricity surging through us. My eyes trailed slowly up Tom’s body, finally meeting his gaze, “I have been watching you too, Tom”.

He rubbed his lips, pleased with himself, trying to hide a smile. “Erm, what’s next now then?”

The pages fluttered as he pulled the script towards him.

“I um, have to take my clothes off in front of the audience, do you uh, have any pointers for that, Tom?”

He cleared his throat loudly, his long middle finger shifting his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Erm, yeah, I do.” he replied, calmly, his eyes giving nothing away.

“I think it helps to have a song in your head that calms you, or perhaps, erm just a scene that soothes you, and remember it isn’t you on the stage” he paused, “no, not really, it is the person you are playing.” his eyes were searching the floor,and his arms were crossed.

“Now, try it out then, if you’re comfortable”. He strode to a chair behind him, pulling it towards me, sitting in it, his legs in opposition to one another, his hands resting on the tops of his thighs.

Gods, he looked delicious, like a god sitting there in all his golden splendor. He was practically glowing in front of me. Why did he have to sit like that??

I looked down, unbuttoning my fitted blouse, feeling self-conscious.

“No,” he rumbled, “look at me”.

My eyes slowly, slowly rose, and I continued to unbutton my shirt, my fingers fumbling with the tight buttons. When it was free, I straightened my arms and the shirt slid down my bare skin, falling to the floor.

“Keep going?” I asked, unsure.

“Keep going” he echoed. His slender hand, moved slightly, from resting on his leg to cover his pant zipper.

I shimmied my hips, removing my skirt and it fell to the floor joining my forsaken blouse.

Tom’s eyes were my captive audience, ever watchful, hypnotized even-- studying each curve my body possessed.

Without me realizing it, I was walking towards him, quickly, my feet gliding across the floor, my breasts bouncing.

He had expected this and his hands reached for me, and I sat down straddling his legs, my breasts coming towards his face-- close enough for him to bury his face in them.

His aquamarine eyes trailed down my body, mesmerized, and his hands rested at the apex of my wide hips. His fingers groping gently at my ass. Without thinking, I unzipped his pants. My fingers pushed through the flimsy opening, as the teeth of the zipper bit at my skin, trying to stop their covetousness. He was completely erect, his dick throbbing between my soft, cold fingers. He watched my hand, his eyes wide with wonder. I grabbed him behind his neck, lacing my fingers in his curls, and pulled his face towards my own, my lips invoking passion within us. Energy was rising. Our hearts were beating together in our erotic excitement, and his hand went from my hip, down to his pants, moving them out of the way to free his confined, hard length. It came close to reaching my navel, and was dripping slightly with a warm, wet trickle. I placed my thumb on the head of it and rubbed the liquid around, trailing slippery circles on the tip.

Tom’s  breathing was ragged, and he watched my face as I traced the circles, swirling my thumb around and around. In his arousal, he would shift his hips, pressing his dick into my fingers.

My fingers closed around his shaft, and I moved up off his lap, so his entirety could enter me.

“Wait, Y/N.” he rasped, finding it hard to stop. “Yes?” I wondered what he wanted… Did he not want me? Were we really only working on acting right now? It seemed all so real, this had to be real, right? It was all just Tom acting?

“Do you want me to stop? Do you not want me?” The words poured from my mouth, and I felt a flush rising to my cheeks. My eyes burned as I held back tears of rejection, my throat swelling painfully from the effort.

“No, no, can I just,” he trailed off, taking his length and instead of sliding it deep within me he placed the tip on my sensitive bundle of nerves.

I gasped from the pleasure shooting through my hips, and jerked back. My eyes going wide. “Oh, yes, ooo,” he said, swirling the tip around in tight circles.

My opening was so wet, the liquid began to coat my lips.

While he rubbed his tip on my clit, his length became more rigid and grew, and it poked into me painfully. In anticipation of this, Tom guided my hips back further-- up higher to allow for the extra growth. Without warning, he pushed into me. His large cock catching on my wet walls, my lips pulling with him as he edged deeper and deeper within me.

“Oh, Tom.” I whispered, my lips grazing his ear. I began to pump my body up and down, my head falling back, hair swaying as I moved.

Tom continued to hold me, his hands helping guide my hips up and down on his shaft. My juices could be heard as they soaked and coated him, making a “slurping, slapping” sound as I repeatedly took him within. He was so big that his head rammed into the solid wall of my cervix and I cried out, my mouth opening, and my brows knitting on the brink of pain and pleasure. He ignored any pain though and continued to push into my end, but I didn’t want him to stop. “The way you look,” he bit his lip, “god, you feel so completely tight, how could you possibly be this tight?”

I smirked, gently removing his glasses, placing them to the side.

He glanced down at my heaving breasts, his hands moving up my hips to cup and massage them. “Look, at these breasts”, he breathed, closing his eyes, “Ah, shit. I’m close, ahhh, so close, unghh.” I reached down to rub my swollen clit, blood pulsing behind it. “Oooo” I cried out, as his length deepened, he pushed his hips up. His cock pushing, pushing. “That’s right, Y/N, touch yourself for me, you look so sexy.” He couldn’t control himself any longer, and began fucking me hard and fast, panting, his hair falling loose, and spreading around his face. “Ooof, ooh, so close” he grunted out, “so close, oh, I’m cumming, I’m cumming” he said, quickly, not breaking between words. He let out a growl as his seed squirted into me, he was so deep I could feel the hot liquid gush against the opening of my cervix. I came then, feeling his heat mingling with my own. My head shooting back, my jaw slackening as I cried out, hopelessly, uncontrollably coming undone for him.

We continued to sit with me in his lap, straddling his legs.

I cradled his head in my arms, pulling his cheek to my breast, my chin resting on the top of his head. He smelled like vanilla and leather and the smell left me feeling relaxed and slightly dazed.

All too soon, he was lifting my hips, easily, and sliding out of me.

We both stood and dressed. “I have to go, Y/N. But I want to keep seeing you-- I have to keep seeing you.” he  said, pulling his pants back up and zipping them.

I nodded, “Me too” I agreed, my finger rubbing my full lips, thoughtfully. He smiled, “tomorrow then darling, meet me at the Tea House on the corner of Main and 9th”. “It’s a date!” I beamed at him, grabbing my bag to head out of Room 214. As I turned the corner, Tom called to me, his voice muffled through the walls, coming closer, “Y/N?” I stopped, turning to find Tom’s arms closing around me in a warm embrace. He hugged me, rocking us back and forth, his face buried in my hair. “Tomorrow then…” he murmured into my hair, then let go. I walked away my skin tingling from his apparent adoration and intimacy, and with butterflies in my stomach.

BONUS: How I imagined him sitting watching you undress. 

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Serendipitous - Chapter 17

MASTER LIST

Bucky x Reader

A/N: HELLOOOO I am back on my bullshit! Sorry for the lengthy hiatus, the last few weeks have been very insane but I am here, I’m queer, I’m ready to give you all of the sexy fluffy angsty Bucky you deserve. I’ve been having some writer’s block on what’s next but I think I’m on back on track now. Also I have been trying to figure out where I’m going to end this fic, I’m thinking potentially pre-Infinity War because like, it’s just too much for my emotions to get into that. And then maybe I’ll come back to it after Avengers 4 if it applies? Idk, what do you guys think? Anyways, here is another fluffity-fluff chapter for now, hopefully going to be able to crank out a few more this weekend. :) Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think and if you want to be on the tag list!

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“Ho, ho, ho,” Bucky’s tired voice in the doorway made me whirl around from the stove with a smile.

“Who are you callin’ a hoe?” I teased him as he dumped an arm full of bags on the counter and reached out to embrace me. After a lingering kiss I handed him the glass of champagne I had poured in anticipation of his arrival. “Merry Christmas, Sergeant.”

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Barnes,” he said, clinking his glass to mine, and I hoped he was not paying attention to the way the phrase Mrs. Barnes made my heart skip to double-time as he took a large sip. He looked exhausted.

“I can’t believe you had to work on Christmas Eve,” I said, furrowing my eyebrows. He shrugged.

“Busiest day of the year for shipping things. And the time-and-a-half won’t hurt.”

I snorted at this. The rent on the apartment proved to be a drop in the bucket compared to Bucky’s income from the docks, and other than groceries and the occasional thrifted item, we were hardly spending a cent. Most of our free time these days was spent reading, listening to music, or--if we’re being honest--having sex.

“Hey,” he mock-pouted, “how else was I gonna get a nice Christmas gift for my best girl?” He pulled a small, gift-wrapped box out of his coat pocket and held it up teasingly, and my eyes widened. Smiling wickedly, he turned to the sitting area where we had erected a small, Charlie Brown-esque Christmas tree from the secondhand store on the coffee table. He placed the small box under the tree, stopping when he saw my small gift to him that was already nestled there. He turned back to me slowly.

“I don’t… I don’t think I’ve gotten a gift in seventy years,” Bucky admitted with a lopsided smile, and I felt my heart pang with sadness for him once again.

I cleared my throat. “Well, no pressure, then,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes to mask their wetness and turning back to the stove. A moment later I felt his arms around my waist as he pressed a breathy kiss to the back of my neck that made me shiver.

“I would love anything that came from you,” he whispered in my ear, and my stomach did a little somersault. He gave my backside a squeeze before pulling away to go and take a shower. I hoped he was right.

We had our Christmas dinner and drank our champagne, reminiscing about holidays past and swapping funny stories. I was heartened to see that Bucky seemed to be regaining his old memories more rapidly, and that he was able to recall details such as the hideous house coat his grandmother used to wear when his family would open presents. After a considerable amount of chatting there was also a considerable amount of smooching which, naturally, carried us late into the evening. When we resurfaced, Bucky squinted at the clock, his face lighting up with a huge smile.

“It’s 12:15--officially Christmas!” Reaching out, he plucked up the two gifts from under the tree and handed mine to me, giving his own an experimental little shake while he grinned goofily. His joy was infectious and it made me feel warm and content, all snuggled up with him on the couch in our tiny, ramshackle apartment. Our own little hideaway.

“You first,” I told him, because I knew that he couldn’t wait much longer, and he began to carefully tear away the red and green printed paper. I held my breath, feeling suddenly nervous and squeezing my hands together in my lap as he lifted the lid of the palm-size cardboard box. He removed the leather bracelet from inside, holding it up in the dim light to examine the intricate braiding woven around an ivory bead carved into the shape of a wolf’s head.

“It made me think of you when I saw it,” I blurted quickly, “Because you’re… strong, and wild, and… beautiful. And always protect me fiercely.” I felt lame saying it, but when when Bucky looked up at me, his eyes were misted over and I realized that I had, somehow, nailed it.

He seemed to be struggling for words. He held the bracelet out to me and offered his flesh wrist for me to fasten it onto, blinking rapidly. When it was securely in place, he clutched my hands and pressed them to his lips.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice gravelly, “It means so much to me. I will cherish it always.” I smiled and leaned in to kiss him, feeling rather pleased with myself, before feeling butterflies in my stomach all over again in anticipation of opening my own gift. I settled back against the couch and fingered the edges of the gold paper, my heart skittering as I recognized the felt texture of a jewelry box underneath. Tossing the paper aside, I took in a breath before lifting the lid. Inside was a delicate gold ring with a crudely cut black onyx stone in the middle flanked by two smaller murky white quartz on either side.

“It’s not--you don’t have to wear it on your ring finger,” now Bucky was the one blurting and rambling. “I just thought it was so unique and interesting, like you, and also kinda fucked up, like me, and that if you wanted to, you could wear it to… to always think of me. Or as your fake wedding ring. Or whatever you want. Or you don’t have to wear it.” I looked up at him with my eyes swimming with tears: he was nervously running his hand through his hair, frowning and seeming to second guess his choice.

“Of course I’ll wear it,” I choked out, my voice thick with emotion as I slid the ring onto my left ring finger. “It’s so beautiful. Thank you, Buck. I love… it.” I chickened out of saying ‘you’ as I turned to look at him. We smiled warmly at each other with mutual relief at the success of our gifts and he scooped me up in his arms again in a big hug. Looking at my hand over his shoulder, I admired the way the ring glinted in its position of honor and felt my face heating at the mental image of walking down the aisle toward Bucky on a real wedding day. I squeezed my eyes shut and popped that bubble; in reality, the way things stood, that could never happen. But for now, this was enough.

We held each other quietly for a long while, listening to the Christmas music tinkling through the boombox speakers and admiring the winking lights on the scrawny little tree. Never in my life could I have imagined that this would be how I was spending the holidays, but once again I felt that sense of rightness. Bucky seemed to read my thoughts.

“This is perfect,” he whispered, kissing my cheek and running his fingers through my hair. I smiled and nuzzled against his chest, breathing in his warm scent and sighing contentedly.

Yes. Yes, it was.

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