#bnb writes

[lialox]

Ugh it’s doksoo week day 5 already!! Rushing I AM RUSHING AAAAAAAA AAAAAAA!!

I’m still not done!!!!

Somehow I used all three prompts (angst, neighbourhood AU, time travel) all in one story. Spoilers under the cut since I liked these lines:

[quotidianish]

Some retired bnb doodles. Because the world runs on senile folk

[the-gaping-wound-of-christ]

tried keeping track of the baccano cast and their relationships as i watched and i wanted to share my beautiful chart

[skeletood]

Beavis and Butt-Head Do Creepy Pasta

Thought up by myself and @deathrock-and-skull (she drew the 3rd image)

"Lore" below the read-more:

The lore is that Butthead is killed in a hit-and-run that only Beavis witnesses. He is understandably freaked out and flees the scene, only for Butthead to be back at school the next day like nothing happened. He doesnt realize it at first but Butthead has been replaced by an entity that fakes itself as Butthead and feeds off of Beavis' energy. Beavis is the only one that can see the fucked up thing that took his friend’s shape but nobody believes him because he is the way that he is so it just gets to continuously mentally torture him. When beavis sees himself in the mirror or in pictures he sees himself as distorted or blurry as the fake Butthead seeps away at his emotions and mental stability until hes just a tired husk but everyone else on the outside sees everything as just normal.

Based on this reddit post of all things:

[brionysea]

madwheeler both being cursed and having heart to hearts about their mortality and fear of death and the temptation of giving up in two of their three sleepless nights in a row. you're welcome

[magicaloctopus333]

Bunsen is trying to capture footage and further his research into supernatural creatures at the beach. Meanwhile, under the waves, a certain red-headed mermaid tries not to panic.

Guess who finally finished their Bunsen/Beaker mermay fic! Its only taken... two years...

[deathrock-and-skull]

since my old demon designs for the boys were really messy and old i made a new and MUCH cleaner version of the ref sheet now with more written notes!

i really missed drawing these demon dorks ;w;

just in case u cant read my handwriting, ill write everything down here + some extra info in no particular order:

-> since Butt-head's the one with the wings, he obviously takes advantage of the fact that he can fly when he decides to mess with Beavis

-> he is a surprisingly decent flyer

-> if hes feeling generous, or if he cant be bothered to wait for Beavis to walk around everywhere, hell give him a lift to wherever they need to go [its just faster this way]

-> Butt-heads tail always curls upwards, a design choice i also got from Do America

-> not a super important detail i guess but all of his shirts have big holes in the back so his wings can go thru them

-> BOTH BOYS HAVE VERY EMOTIVE EARS!! by that i mean they can droop down if theyre sad or embarrassed or mad or whatever. i love that shit so naturally i had to include it

-> Beavis breathes blue fire because of course he does

-> his tail curls downwards, again taken from Do America

-> their tails are prehensile!! meaning they can use it to grab things if theyre too lazy to use their hands [or if their hands are full i guess but lets be real here]

-> another thing Beavis has over Butt-head is that this boy can JUMP and im talkin insanely high and far. HOWEVER he only really does this if hes provoked enough and by that i mean when Butt-head thinks flying away after messing with Beavis will keep his ankles safe because he WILL 100% clamp his teeth on em to bring Butt-head back down or prevent him from taking off in the first place

[countthelions]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: W. D. Gaster/Grillby Characters: Original Female Character(s), W. D. Gaster, Grillby (Undertale) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Western, A Good Ol Fashioned Hell-Raising, Flirting, Yeehawgust, Jealousy, gaster plays a game each time this happens and its:, how long can i let this go on before grillby does something about it, because he likes playing with (his) fire, Post canon, Headcanon Series: Part 5 of Spinning Yarns between Raising Hell Summary:

There's a stranger at the end of the bar that Filly's seen every night - so of course it's time to go an' talk to him before the summer ends and he's just a page in her book of missed opportunities.

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

Okay I'm sorry but like if ur treating people wanting Soldier and Demo tf2 to bone each other as like. The Reason There Is Lesbophobia And Misogyny In Fandom or whatever ur taking that poll thing way too seriously. Also "xyz character tournament" polls, regardless of how they present themselves, are always going to be "vote for the thing you like more" contests. No one is Ever going to actually read the "propaganda" for the "other side" and vote based on who "fits the criteria the best". It's not "literal canon Real Queer Lesbians vs barely existent loser cringe mlm ship for losers" it's "do you like Steven Universe more or tf2 more". because that's how literally all of these poll things work. I thought we knew this

[skeletonsarecuties]

Am I Doing It Wrong?

An end to my first DnD character, Roth. (as far as i know, the DM's crafty and who knows what she has in the works)

but this is roughly how i imagined her story to end haha

The fog is cool and damp, as it should be. The same as it was when she met him the first time, seeking solace in the comfort of being hidden by its cover when he found her and sapped away her negative emotions, nearly killing her in the process. She stands there again now, the familiar shaking and tightness in her chest but this time far heavier, not the tense ball of energy it usually is. She stares into the fog and knows he’s there, even before his silhouette appears, features still obscured by the fog as he stands a few feet in front of her.

“Am I doing it wrong?”

“What? Pretending you can act like a person? Or playing in this old BnB?” His words sting, but she’s here for answers from the one person who might be able to give them.

“You’re a being of negativity, am I being… upset wrong?” Using a stronger word than upset feels wrong. Like it’s not allowed, she’s not supposed to describe herself as feeling anything stronger than that.

“Are you really asking me for emotional support? What, do you want comfort.”

Her voice rips from her throat, “Am I doing it wrong?”

A beat of silence, curiosity wins out, after all, with this much negativity, he might as well get a good meal out of whatever this one is on about. “Explain.”

She takes a deep breath. The tears, the shaking, they’re already building up and she does all she can to control herself and the ball of stress sitting in her chest that’s ready to snap like a rubber band. She needs to at least last long enough to ask her question properly. “Being upset, being not okay. When everyone else is upset, they shutdown, they get quiet, or yell, or cry, and they get comfort. They get understanding and people wanting to help them and worrying over them. When I-,“ her voice breaks before she collects herself again, a humourless chuckle fights its way out. She bites the rest of it back, “when I’m not okay I get shaky, I laugh and shake and smile and talk too much and too fast, saying stupid things I wish I wouldn’t say and I get laughed at. I get looked at like entertainment.” the image of Cash and his amused look by the pool flashes in her mind, “It’s suffocating, like I’m banging on a glass wall and no one can hear me, they just laugh at my funny faces.” It’s hard to tell where the disdain in her voice is directed. Them for not understanding, herself for not being understandable to them?

Roth takes a deep breath, tears trailing, fighting so hard not to go into her panic state, she needs to be taken seriously right now, she can’t make herself into a joke. Again “Is it my fault? I’m not upset in a way they can understand so I just deserve to be laughed at? Am I doing it wrong?”

She can’t see his face through the fog, only hear his deep voice practically shake the ground as he chuckles, as it surrounds her or maybe it’s his odd black limbs weaving through the earth again. He continues to laugh as he decides on the best thing to say to drag out this meal of negativity before him. Despite the coldness leeching through her limbs, waiting for his answer, she really does feel a bit better. It’s nice to be able to say all this, to vent in some way. And really, who better to ask, to go to for this than the self-proclaimed king of negativity? At least with him, in this fog, she didn’t have to face that look everyone else gave her. Looking at her like some oddity, something not quite right and funny to see react under stress. Meant to be set aside when it’s no longer entertaining. It’s cold but for the first time in a long time, that tangled ball in her chest is quiet.

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalley100

Prompt: Snake Oil

Pairing: YasMoon

So I made Yasmine an older sister for the YasMoon 10-minute All Too Well fic I'm working on, and...I accidentally ended up really liking her and wanting to write about her in other stuff ^^; Anyways it seems like Yasmine's got family in France (which is why she stayed a whole summer maybe), so I figured her older sis would probably come along on the France trip.

***

“She was Frenching this slimy gelled-up spike-haired fuckwad from the stupid snake dojo! Some I’m-better-than-everyone-because-I-do-karate-ass dickhead.”

Rosalie frowns at her sister from across the hotel bed. “Sounds like a douche.”

“It’s more than that.” Yasmine scowls. “Everything about him’s so…fake. The idiotic hairdo. The trashy tattoo. The machismo bullshit. It’s to distract people from what a freak he is. That’s the only reason he even wants Moon.”

Her fish clenches.

“She’ll get hurt, Ros. He’ll let her fall for someone who doesn’t even exist. I…” Yasmine sighs.

“I can’t claim I haven’t been fake, but…I was always real with Moon.”

[nosongunsung11]

🤡🛒✨🤲

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

okay, this one was difficult because I don't write a lot of comedy but then I remembered that frantic fanfic counts as fanfiction! so here's my top two epic pallas funny writer quotes

🛒What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I like to write a lot of character study!! I'm also rather fond of 5+1s. I usually write pretty upbeat fic (lots of fluff and hurt/comfort) and I would say I specialize in the Platonic Slowburn :) I particularly like themes of family, friendship, and redefining belief systems, and I mostly write genfic that focuses on platonic relationships with minor/background romances!

✨Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

oh god ok

I can write some very impactful dialogue, especially in fraught emotional moments! and I'm also quite good at descriptive prose

🤲Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

i sure can tarnboy get tarned idiot (affectionate)

[hacksawboy]

life is too short to not be adam stanheight in minecraft and roblox

[the-gaping-wound-of-christ]

ID LIKE TO REBLOG RAGING LOOP SPOILERS

what is raging loop you ask? its a visual novel about....what if the game werewolf was anime and really cool. jokes aside, some guy called haruaki fusaishi finds himself in a remote village after a motorcycle accident and the place is surrounded by a strange mist that prevents its inhabitants from leaving, while some of the villagers turn into werewolves and must kill each other... im not so good at summarizing but this is basically it.

am i recommending raging loop?...............yes and no. i cant recommend the whole novel in good conscience because uh it really goes places. it has non-graphic depictions/questionable inclusion of pedophilia and rape i really dont agree with (THE NOVELS FOCUS IS NOT ON THIS STUFF BUT IT IS RELEVANT AND WILL COME UP OCCASIONALLY) but even without that the story takes on a direction and has revelations that are...just not solid.

the first route of the novel is excellent and perfect you can just read that and stop afterward. but i feel like natural curiosity would get anyone to venture further. i do think the first route is worth reading though its simply that good.

with that being said ill reblog this post a couple times and if you have any interest in reading raging loop yourself i recommend you blacklist the tag "#raging loop"/"#raging loop spoilers" cause thats what ill be using

a little more elaborating under the cut

i have immunity to anime bullshit but even i got a bit frustrated at times with this novel. the more the story goes on the more muddy the quality of it becomes...the end is really...a mixed bag. im still not sure how i feel about the resolution of it all. but the werewolf discussions are the best part and it has a lot to offer in terms of interesting characters. for one the protagonist of this is fucking insane and i need him badly. but honestly theyre all good characters i can barely think of anyone i didnt like. its just a shame the flaws are what they are. the novel is smart in so many places, the humor is great and the concepts and set ups so interesting and cool.....the music is so awesome the voice acting so good... if only they consulted me specifically before publishing it...with that being said the story still has great moments even later into it but its just ughhhhh . if you know you know.

[loverslodge]

very discreet

summery: you and bucky have a relationship nobody is aware of. they keep trying to set him up with other women while bucky is trying to avoid them.

pairing: Grumpy!Bucky x Quiet!Reader

warning: SMUT, fluff, bad writing???, swearing

A/N: clearly i have a thing for grumpy bucky but i also have a thing was hidden relationships. you can read the asks for this fic at the lodge's BNB and also here is the steve's story in this universe

“Oh come on Bucky, how long will you stay single? Don't you think it's time you start looking for a partner?” Natasha pointed her knife at Bucky while they were polishing their weapons.

“I don't need anyone, Nat.” Bucky sighs and keeps on cleaning his guns.

“Bullshit!” Natasha stabs the wooden table beside Bucky. “We're all wrung out after missions and we all need a release. You know better than to stay holed up in a room with veins full of adrenaline. If not a girlfriend, get some beneficial partner.” Natasha shrugged.

“You might be doing that, Nat but I really don't need someone. I am happy where I am.” Bucky picks up his guns and arranges them back in their place. He wipes his workstation clean and walks out.

The mission today wasn't that bad but Bucky felt tired. The entire team has been on his case for over two months. How can he convince them that he doesnt need anyone? He's fine where he is. In fact, he is happier than ever and he would never trade this with anything else.

He walks in his room and wearily grabs his towel and sweatpants to take a shower. He turns on the water and stands under it till he hears his bathroom door being opened. He turns on the hot water to the right temperature and shuffles to make space. He hears some rustling and the shower curtain is pulled slightly open. You, very slowly step in and stand under the water source.

“I missed you, doll.” Bucky wraps his arms around you. You nod with a slight blush.

You pull out the loofah and pour the body wash on it. Bucky takes it from your hand and starts helping you clean up. Once you are covered in soap, you turn to Bucky and return the favor. Washing away the grime, dirt and tiredness of the day, you both towel each other dry.

“Bucky,” You point at one of his t-shirts from the wardrobe and look down thinking he might reject what you're asking.

“You don't need to ask me, doll. What's mine is yours.” He pulls a t-shirt on you and kisses your cheek. You nod and blush even more. You shuffle onto the bed and snuggle to your side of the bed, waiting patiently for Bucky to come.

“Tell me about your day, doll. Was it very draining?” he slips into the bed and brings you closer. You wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest and nod a yes.

He sighs in content and pulls the comforter up. Your legs are parted and one of them is resting on Bucky’s hips. He kisses your forehead and his metal arm slowly drags to your inner thighs. You weren't wearing any underwear, giving complete access to Bucky, as he plunged his metal middle finger into your core. You gasp and your hold around Bucky tightens. He pulls out his finger and rubs your clit, making you moan in his chest. His hold on your waist tightens as he pushes two fingers in you again and uses his thumb to caress your nub. Your moans and gasps fill the quiet room as you reach the edge. You twist a little and put your hand on your mouth as you come all over Bucky’s sweatpants. You sigh and push Bucky a little, signaling him to grab new sweatpants. He complies and snuggles back into the bed against you.

……………………

The kitchen was lively today. Nobody was on a mission so the atmosphere was very relaxed. But not everyone was relaxing.

“Bucky, come on, go on this date. She's really nice and totally your type.” Sam pushed the topic further.

“How do you know my type, bird brain?” Bucky walked behind the kitchen counter.

You were standing there, making lunch for everyone while Bucky helped. Bucky would discreetly hold your waist or find a way to keep close to you in the kitchen. You were a blushing mess but Bucky didn't mind. As he saw nobody was looking, he kissed your cheek and went to the fridge to pretend as if nothing had happened. You just stood there with eyes wide.

“Let me help out.” Bucky very subtly held your waist and moved you away from the stove and started stirring the soup pot. He knew he had shocked you enough and you needed to calm down.

“She's all goth. You grunt, she stares. It's like a match made in heaven, Tinman. Go out with her. Nat arranged the date for you.” Sam continued and Nat nodded.

You looked up and saw Bucky roll his eyes and shake his head. His hand went to his chest and caressed his shirt before going back to the stove.

“I'm not going anywhere. I've told you before, I do not want to go on dates. I am happy where I am.”

“Too late, Barnes. She'll be waiting for you at the cafe this evening. I've already arranged the date and promised her. You can't back out now.” Nat warned Bucky.

“What the fuck, Nat! I told you I'm not interested. Cancel it. Im not going and thats final.” Bucky slams the stirring spoon on the counter and stomps out of the kitchen but not before subtly nudging you to follow.

“Talk some sense into him. He listens to you. Tell him it is a good idea to meet new people,” Sam pleads to you.

You just shake your head and grab some soup in two bowls. One for you and one for Bucky. The rest of the team gather slowly to grab the soup.

You stop in front of your door and knock. A furrowed eyed Bucky opens the door and side steps to let you in.

You hold out the soup bowl towards Bucky who has turned his back to you. “Bucky?”

Your quiet whisper of his name was enough to melt his brains off. He stands up and takes the soup bowl from your hand, putting it to the side. He hugs you and nuzzles his head in your neck, breathing in deeply. Your hand instinctively wraps around his waist and you start rubbing his back to calm him down.

“They just won't let it go. I'm sorry, doll. I wish I could give a better reason to them.” Bucky mumbles into your neck, sending waves of goosebumps all over your body.

“It's okay. Go.” You try to make him go because you know what it's like to be stood up and you know for the fact that Bucky will stand the girl up.

“I'm not gonna listen to you this time, doll. This is ridiculous. I am not leaving and that is final. Maybe I'll send one of those apology flowers you talk about to her through Happy.” he tightens his hold on you. You sigh. You knew it was pointless from getting him to change his mind.

You just wanted him to go and tell the girl that he is committed elsewhere but he is so stubborn that he won't even listen to what you have to say so you try to pull away to at least have him finish his soup.

“No. stop pulling away.” He sits back on bed with you in his lap, not even letting you go. You giggle and try to make space between the two of you so you can at least grab the soup bowl.

“Bucky, soup.” You manage to release your hand point at the bowls.

“Fine. but only because you are hungry and you made this with so much love.” His stomach grumbles and he makes a face, making you giggle even more.

His frown melts into a smile and he grabs your face, peppering kisses all over it, making you giggle and laugh. “This is why I'm not going anywhere. You are perfect, doll. I love you.”

……………………

“You piece of shit! Did you seriously stand her up? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Nat blasted at him and threw a punch at him.

Bucky ducked and svewerd to the side to keep you safe. You were standing very close to Bucky to hide the fact that he was holding your waist. But just as Nat threw a punch at him, he pulled away and moved away from you.

“Are you crazy? You could have hurt her.” Bucky pointed at you while dodging Nat’s punches. “And I sent flowers to say sorry. I told you I am not interested. When I say no, accept it.”

Bucky blocks Nat’s punches with his metal arm and pushes her away. Before she could do more damage, Steve walks in and stands between Bucky and Nat.

“Enough, both of you. This is not a dueling ground. Walk it off, Romanov. And you, Bucky, let's talk.” Steve nods at you and guides Bucky out of the gym leaving you sigh in relief.

That night, everyone had dinner on their own. You weren't very keen on cooking so you, Bucky and Steve got pizza together. They had put on Harry Potter since you loved talking about it.

Bucky couldn't keep his eyes off of you as you mouthed the dialogues with the characters. He smiled. Steve nudged Bucky and shook his head with a smile.

Steve loved seeing his best friend so happy. Steve loved you like a sister too. Your quiet and shy nature had calmed Steve in many situations and he was grateful. You had taken Steve’s side during the fallout and helped Bucky without a complaint. Surprisingly Bucky wanted to keep you by his side. Steve saw Bucky open up to you and you accepted him naturally. One day Steve found Bucky cuddled up with you and he knew this was his brother’s happy ending.

“I'm off to bed. Doll, take care,” Steve kissed your forehead. “Buck, please stop fighting with people. And think about what I said, both of you. I know where you come from but think about it before it causes more such issues.”

Steve closed the door behind him as he walked out and went off to bed. You turned off the movie and got up to throw the boxes away. Bucky took the boxes from you and walked out of the room to throw them off while you cleaned up the room and got ready to sleep.

Bucky walked in, took off his shirt and crawled in the bed beside you. “What are you thinking, doll?” He saw your solemn expression.

“Maybe Steve is right.” You whisper quietly, fumbling with the edge of the blanket.

Bucky holds your hand and pulls you close to lie on his chest. “Are you worried? I will do what you want to do, doll.”

“You have been doing what we want, Bucky, but after today, I didn't think it would get this serious.”

“Are you talking about my little tiff with Nat? It worked out at the end. You know that.” Bucky kissed your forehead.

“That and the fact that you got set up on a date. I-i know that you won't ever go but, it-it scared me. I-” Your voice started to waver.

You cried on Bucky’s chest. He lifted your face up and wiped away the tears, kissing your forehead.

“Doll, I get it. That's what made me more angry. They were talking about it to you as well. Trying to involve you in their little plans. I hated that you had to listen to all of that.”

“So? What do you think?” You lift your face and rest your chin on his chest, looking at him.

“Don't tell Steve I said this, it'll get to his head, but he is right.”

You rise up to give him a peck but Bucky pulls you for a deeper kiss. You moan and straddle his waist. He lifts your (his) t-shirt up and throws it on the floor, without letting his lips leave yours. You grind against his clothed erection.

“Didn't wear any panties, doll? My perfect girl.”

He flips you and removes his sweatpants. He aligns himself against your folds and slowly pushes himself in. your back arches on the bed and a loud moan escapes your throat. He flips the pair of you again and gets you on top of him, pushing his cock deeper into you. You slowly start to grind against him, making him moan and hiss. His hands are kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples as he starts pushing himself into you. You start bouncing over him to match his rutting speed.

“Fuck, doll. You're being so good right now.”

You whimper as you get closer to the edge. “Bucky, im gonna-”

“Cum, doll. Ive got us.”

His speed increases and soon you both cum and he fills you up while you're gushing down on him. You pant as your body falls on him. He caresses your back as you both catch your breaths.

He slowly gets up, taking you with him, to the bathroom to clean up. The cleaning up in the shower turns into another session and later you both fall on the bed, naked and exhausted. You pull yourself a little further from Bucky and pull out a dainty gold band from the bedside table.

You hand the ring over to Bucky who chuckles and slips it on your finger. You sigh with content and snuggle into the blanket with Bucky’s chest against your back, all tucked in.

……………….

The New Year’s party by Tony Stark is always iconic and it was just as this year too. You and Bucky came to the party together. Bucky was immediately called over by Tony to meet some people while you made your way to the corner of the room. Steve saw you and stood beside you with beer in his hand.

You look at Steve with beer and giggle.

Steve looks at you and rolls his eyes. “I know. But I enjoy the feeling of the bottle in my hand. Makes me feel normal, y’know.”

You nod and pat his back. He relaxes. You point at his hand and he shakes his head. “Not today.” Steve instantly changes the topic. “Bucky told me about your plan today. I'm here for support, you know that, right?” You nod your head vigorously, making Steve laugh out loud.

Hearing Steve laugh, Bucky turns his head in the direction to see a smile on your face while Steve laughs. He relaxes a little and goes back to the conversation. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not get to you the entire night. Someone either dragged him away or you were occupied with conversation with the teammates, but mostly it was the first reason.

It was time for dinner and you started digging around the buffet table to find your favorites. Bucky subtly joined you and handed him the plate.

“I'm nervous, doll.” He whispers in your ears. You look up to him and his stale blue eyes are staring deep into yours. You look around to see if someone isn't looking and pull him in a very secluded corner. You peck his lips and hug him tightly. He releases the breath he didn't know he was holding and wraps his free arm around you.

“Thank you, doll, I needed it.”

You take the plate from him and walk back to the buffet table and gather more food before moving back to the corner of the room. Bucky looks at you as you go with a bounce in your step. He could tell you were happy with the decision and he smiled.

……………….

People were counting down and Bucky was dragged to the other side of the room. You stood in your corner and tried to find Bucky in the crowd. You could have pushed through but he was too surrounded. You shift from one foot to another. The heels were killing you and Bucky had promised that you'd leave immediately after the countdown was done.

Bucky dodged and stumbled against the crowd to reach you. He heard many women in the crowd saying they had a chance with him and he did not want to give it to them.

3

Bucky came across one woman who tried to grab his shirt.

2

Natasha pointed at some woman behind Bucky who would like a kiss but Bucky distracted her

1

Almost there

Happy New Year!

Your back was to the crowd. A hand slipped around your waist and pulled you around to face your blue-eyed man. “Happy New Year, doll.”

He kissed you deeply. He was pouring out all the adrenaline that had flown into him while reaching you. Your hand cupped his face and pulled him closer. His metal arm held the back of your head to angle it better while his flesh arm held you tightly against his body.

You heard the entire room gasp and then pin drop silence. You needed to breathe so you tapped his shoulder twice. He pulled his lips away from yours and rested his forehead against yours.

“I guess it's time, doll.”

He moves to your side and pulls you closer to him. But before he could get a word out, Sam jumped in.

“You and her? When did that happen?”

“Well, if you would be quiet, I would tell you.” Bucky pulls you to the couch and sits down, taking you on his lap. You try to slide down beside him but his hold won’t budge. “Well, this is a family matter and I assume the rest of you got the message.”

“Right, well, thank you all for joining the party but I guess it ends here today.” Tony starts shooing people away.

Steve comes and sits beside Bucky and you. He slaps Bucky on the back supportively and you smile a little before burying your face in Bucky’s neck out of embarrassment.

“Everyone is gone. Out with it, Tinman.” Sam jumps onto the adjacent sofa with Nat and the rest of the team in tow.

“We're married.” Bucky pulls out his hand from around your waist and grabs your left hand to show off the matching wedding bands.

“What the fuck!!!” Natasha jumps out of the seat and comes close to check the rings.

“Since when?” Tony asked.

“Three years now, right doll?” You nod.

“Three years! Right under our noses?”

“When did you get married? Where? How? What?”

Everyone was very confused with the revelation.

“We met during the fallout and well, i started to fall in love with her. She felt the same and we got married in a city hall in New York.” Bucky explained in short terms. You were still in his lap and nodded to everything he said, supporting his statement.

“But, why were we not invited? We were with you the whole time! How did we not know about this?” Sam almost screamed his head off.

“You werent there all the time. Remember the day Steve sent you all to stakeout? He helped me and the doll get to the city hall and we got married. Captain America as our witness.” Bucky chuckled at the last statement, earning a small whack from you on his chest. Steve just rolled his eyes.

“You knew!” Natasha pointed at Steve who shrugged. “It wasn't my story to tell and I just wanted to see my best friend happy. He was happy with her so I stopped them.”

The discussion went on for almost an hour. Your little stifled yawn caught Bucky’s attention and he got up with you in his arms.

“Alright kids, my wife and I are tired and I have plans for our third anniversary tomorrow.”

“Bye.” You wave at them and slump back in his arms.

“Wait! At Least tell us your anniversary date.”

“It's January 1st. It was dead winter and my wife showed me that I can be happy during the cold too.”

He lets the elevator door shut on everyone’s faces. Seeing a sleepy you in his arms was all he could ask for this New Year.

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this fic is open for requests

[brionysea]

gleefully realising mike's put himself in a narrative corner rn