#col sleepover

[foreverindreamlandd]

Hey friends! So this holiday season is going to be a bit of a bummer for me (which will be pretty blatantly explained in a personal fix-it fic I plan on writing in December lol....who's ready for some Lumberjack Bucky??), and decided to do a month-long sleepover to ignore my issues in the real world! Yay!!!!

LOL for real though, I do love the holidays and watching Christmas movies and reading cheesy winter-related fics so I thought it would be fun to do this! It'll be a mix of inbox-related shenanigans as well as a writing challenge-ish type thing (aren't I amazing at explaining things? Lol).

Here is all the fun stuff I have planned

Inbox Shenanigans!

🎄 fic recs: Send me recommendations of your favorite fics to add to my ever growing TBR pile!

🎅🏼 secret santa: Anonymously write a little love letter to another blog and I'll tag them in it!

☃️ christmas cards: Send me some winter-themed asks!

🧣no context ships: Send me a random fact and I’ll ship you with a marvel/stranger things character or bucky barnes au (please tell me which you would prefer in the ask!) ((oh and if you ever wanted to ship ME with someone I’d be the happiest little bean 🥺👉👈))

🌿 mistletoe: Send me 3 people/mutuals/characters and we’ll play classic kmk (kiss, marry, kill...sorry fam but we keep it mostly PG on this blog lol).

🍪 holiday faves: Tell me your favorite holiday/winter books, movies, tv shows, foods, all the things you love about this time of year!

Winter/Holiday-Themed Writing Challenge!

Masterlist

Obviously this is a no pressure thing, it's just that I low(high)-key love holiday fics and want to read any of the ones y'all come up with ;) You're also welcome to share an old one that you wrote and just want it to get some extra love!

Here are a few ideas below! Feel free to use any of them or write something totally different that's winter or holiday themed! I will be creating a separate ongoing masterlist for submissions and will read/share as many as I can!

My only rule on this is that it cannot contain any smut in order for it to be shared on my blog. 💖

Prompt Ideas:

prompt list 1

prompt list 2

The sleepover will last for the entire month of December! Feel free to participate as much or as little as you'd like! Thank you for being so supportive of me and my blog these last 18 months <3 I'm sorry I've been a little MIA but I'm excited to spend the holidays with you all :)

No-pressure tagging some moots:

@sweetascanbee @sweetdreamsbuck @treatbuckywkisses @imaginearyparties @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare @rodrikstark @fandoms-writings @writing-for-marvel @carrotfantasimp @traitorjoelite @pellucid-constellations @navybrat817 @simmerandcry

Divider by @firefly-graphics

[treatbuckywkisses]

a collage of winter shenanigans with your boyfriend steve :)

—for my beloved @foreverindreamlandd <3

[seiwas]

hi sel belllll😌 how are u doinggg!? Is it too late to send u a lil something for the sleepover? (my fav thing tbhhh) I just got done with my last test n I ACED IT😌😌💅

BUT ANYWAYS FOR THE SLEEPOVER! u can always skip this if it feels like too much work buttt have u thought about the aesthetics of the col couple/universe🥹 after reading the recent chapter where gojo mentions he's been looking for a home,,,,that got me thinking about what u imagine the col house n the couple aesthetics in general look like! ly mwah!

zuro anon

zuro anon hello!!! you are so sweet to drop by, as always!! 🥺 ofc it’s not too late 🥺 (tbh sorry i’m getting to this late 😭 i wanted to collect photos akxnjs) but welcome to the sleepover ✨

congrats on your test omg?!?!?! i’m so happy for u!!!!!!! ofc u aced it!!!! u’re amazing!!! 🥹🫶🏻

i haven’t filled up my pinterest board w col couple aesthetics yet (am mostly putting my efforts in the playlist 🤧) but!!! i did look up some photos for the home 🥺

i haven’t decided yet whether they’ll choose a house or apartment bc that’ll be included in col 5! but i do have the general aesthetic in mind 🥹

modern japanese vibe!! lots of wood for a cozier feel, and a mix of some darker tones c/o gojo! tbh i think i’m projecting here bc this is very much what i would like in a home too but 🤧 HAHAHAB

i think the col couple would very much like no fuss things! with nice lighting hehe to make it feel more inviting and lively 🫶🏻

[barnesafterglow]

it's a wonderful lie - I might get destroyed for this but even though I loved reading SJM when her books came out, tiktok/book twitter/the whole internet has like ruined her books for me....

listen. this is SO valid

the internet has a way of making literally everything awful if they try hard enough and sjm is the epitome of that (esp as far as booktok goes). i still enjoy her books (cc more than acotar 1000%) but something about her jut gives me the ick sometimes

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[intrepidacious]

😶 cym candle scents!

i'll let you in on a little secret: i have a problem when it comes to scented candles. it's the same problem that i have with books: i'll buy them and then they sit around and look pretty while i ignore them. anyway this is cym: yankee candles that are currently in my room edition

you, my sweet col, get candlelit cabin

@traitorjoelite you get dreamy summer nights

@sweetascanbee you get warm and cosy

@treatbuckywkisses you get garden by the sea

@imaginearyparties you get a calm & quiet place

@aphrogeneias you get warm cashmere

@marvelettesassemblenow you get crackling wood fire

@sanguineterrain you get riviera escape

@demxters you get sunny daydreams

@daisyprouvaire you get belgian waffles

@wildlivelychild you get sweet nothings

@writing-for-marvel you get home sweet home

@jadedvibes you get moonlight

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[foreverindreamlandd]

Remi I’m so sorry it took me so long to read this MASTERPIECE but omg I’m glad I finally did this was so perfect 😭😭😭 Literally cannot get over how much I want to have this Christmas with Bucky 💖💖

Incoherent live-reactions under the cut 😌

FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AT BUCKY IN A SANTA HAT

He was someone who talked with his hands and you found it so endearing. Man this line has me WEAK for some reason I just love this image so much 🥺

The angst/comfort moment 😭😭😭 1000/10

"I want to tell the world that you're mine," 🫠🫠🫠🫠 dead

MATCHING PAJAMAS MATCHING PAJAMAS MATCHING PAJAMAS!!!! YES!!!!

Okay but that painting is so sweet and also sounds SO cool like I want it for my apartment lmao

Thank you so much for participating in this little writing challenge. This has been Winter Wonderland Writing Challenge Masterlist!

Make Our Own Traditions

Pairing: Bartender/Neighbor!Bucky x female!reader (there aren’t too many body descriptions though)

Summary: The holidays are a sore spot for you, but Bucky’s willing to do everything he can to change that. 

Word Count: 7.3K (oopsie)

Warnings: little bit of angst in the beginning, mentions of anxiety, disappointed parents, mentions of alcohol, fluff.

A/N: this is my submission for @foreverindreamlandd ‘s holiday event, and is also a continuation of a previous work - Forgotten Keys and Warm Tea. Thank you Col, for allowing me to write this for your event, I hope you love it <3 also, i only proofread this once soooo yeah. Also also I know Christmas passed but just pretend it hasn’t yet, this is my gift to all of you <3

Bucky Masterlist || Main Masterpost

You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes as you saw the bar wrapped in colorful lights, a soft christmas song seeping from the other side of the doors and out into the street as people walked out.

“Oh come ooooon,” Ana said as she tugged on your arm with a smirk, “Let’s let the hunky man behind the bar make things better, yeah?”

You sighed as you shook your head, taking a breath to steel yourself from the harsh winds whipping around you before following your friend inside.

The holidays were tough for you. Sure, you could video chat with your parents back home, or call any extended family.  But, your extended family only ever called you when they needed something, so why should you give them your time when you could do something you actually enjoyed?  And your parents weren’t exactly supportive of the whole art path for your degree so it was rocky waters whenever you called anyway. And over the years you’ve been gone, the flimsy relationship you had with them had started to wither.

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[hxney-lemcn]

i wanted to ask if you could do brett hand x gn! reader but angst? like stuff with his family and its getting worse. hope its not a bad idea

have a good night/ day hun!!

summery: reader tries to cheer Brett up. They find out just what is making Brett feel down and fluff ensues.

tw: toxic family relationships, hurt/comfort

a/n: ...teehee, so I'm pretty sure this was requested like...a year ago...uh...sorry for the late upload?? LMAO! If you're still interested here you go 💀

wc: 1.2k

Master List

I couldn’t focus on the shitty 80’s movie playing when I had Brett curled into my side. I noticed he seemed to be down at work, and offered to host a sleepover. Yes it may be childish, but after learning about Brett’s shitty family and how he never really had a childhood, I thought it would be nice. 

Brett didn’t hesitate to agree. Although his demeanor was enthused, his brown eyes still showed unhappiness. Which led to our current situation. Watching classic 80’s movies and cuddling on the couch. I kept sneaking glances down towards the brunette, his eyes glued to the tv. His head rested on my chest, and my arms wrapped around his back.

At one point, his eyes started watering, which led me to pausing the movie. Clearly something was eating at him and I wasn’t gonna just watch him suffer. 

“Why’d you pause-”

“What’s wrong Brett,” I said, interrupting him. I wasn’t gonna let him bat around the bush.

“N-nothing, why do you ask?” He deflected, eyes darting all over the place. He was a terrible liar.

Bringing a hand up, I ran my fingers through his hair, which made him relax almost immediately. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” I soothed. “But I don’t want you to hold it in either. You can talk to me.” He fell limp, admitting defeat as I gently scratched at his scalp.

“It’s…” He stuttered slightly. “I-its my family.” I tensed when they came up. I’ve only met them once, and it was not a pleasant meeting. I mean, Brett literally took a bullet for his brother and he’s once again on their shit list. Which I could never understand. Brett was the sweetest man I had ever met! He listened, he cared, and he’d do anything to make his friends happy…well more like anyone happy (clearly coming from his family trauma), but still! He was an absolute sweetheart. 

All in all, I did not like his family. In fact, you could even say I hate them. I couldn’t tell Brett that though, as he still loved them dearly. Something they did not deserve. 

“What did they do this time?” I asked, trying to keep myself from letting my distaste show in my tone. 

Brett nuzzled further into the crook of my neck, “Just the usual, called me a disappointment and I never deserved to have even been considered for the 1st ranked sibling. How they don’t understand why I even bother to show my face around them anymore.”

I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I know family is important, but if my parents did that, I’d be out the door and never come back. I have no clue how Brett could be strong enough to endure his parents' neglect and emotional abuse. I know his family is important to him, but there's a certain point that people should just cut ties.

“Oh Brett,” I muttered, nuzzling the top of his head. “My sweetheart. My sweet little boy.” Brett’s hold on me grew a little tighter at the nicknames, and I felt tears hit my neck, but I paid it no mind. “You deserve so much better. They should be the ones begging for your love and attention, not the other way round. You are so accomplished, loved, and overall amazing. You’re a boss at the shadow government, you’ve got a team who loves you! …in their weird little ways of course. Not to mention that you are just a caring and loving person.”

Brett sniffled, “Then why are they so mean?”

My heart churned, feeling my own eyes water at just how beaten he sounded. 

“I’m not exactly sure of their history, but I assume it’s because that’s how their parents treated them,” I replied, trying to think how people could be so cold to their own children. “That and a mix of them not having the capacity to actually care for you and your siblings. When they look at you, they see a commodity, not a person.”

I winced as Brett let out a sob mixed with a whimper. Did I make it worse?

“But you’re not a commodity,” I muttered, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You’re an amazing, beautiful person who deserves the love you get and even more. I know you care for your family, but I think the best thing you can do is let them go. I mean you have a work family who do care for you, who want to see you succeed. I hope I’m not overstepping, but I feel like your family is holding you back. I know you can grow so much more if you learn that their affection and approval isn’t worth the pain and hurt. Because there are other people willing to give you that affection and approval.”

Brett let a sob escape him, his arms squeezing the life out of me, but I wasn’t gonna stop him. He was babbling things I couldn’t make out, but I think it was things of gratitude and love. I didn’t need to hear what he was saying to know that he was grateful. I was just glad I seemed to have gotten through to him.

“Th-they found someone to m-marry me off to,” He stuttered. “A-and I didn’t want to disappoint them, b-but I don’t want to marry them! I want to marry you! A-and I told them that, and that's when they started t-to insult m-me.”

My eyes widened at his bold proclamation, my hand halting its ministrations in his hair. They wanted to marry him off? I guess that wasn’t out of their reach. But he actually said no? Because he wanted to marry me?! I felt myself fluster at the thought. I couldn’t help but picture us standing at the altar, or podium, in front of the sea? Maybe in the woods? I wasn’t sure where, but a beautiful place, with us exchanging our vows of love, and then becoming wedded. 

I snapped out of it when Brett’s teary eyes met mine. They were big and watery, almost like a sad puppy. He seemed to be freaking out, eyes frantically searching mine.

I cupped his jaw, brushing my thumb over his cheek, “I would be honored to marry you.”

His eyes widened, cheeks warming under my touch, a bashful smile gracing his face. A tear fell down his cheek, and I wiped it away.

“I would be honored to marry you,” Brett emphasized. 

I chuckled, feeling elated, “I guess we’d be honored to marry each other.”

Brett giggled back, the brightest smile I’d ever seen on his face, “Yeah.”

Pulling his face down, I littered his face with kisses, causing his giggles to continuously fall out of his mouth. I nuzzled our noses before leaving one last kiss to his lips. He hummed in content as I wrapped my arms around his neck, the kiss being a slow, passionate, loving one. 

“Do you wanna continue the movie?” I asked after we pulled apart.

Brett’s eyes were glued to my lips, “Could…we do that again…please.”

I blinked, an explosive laugh falling from my lips, “Brett this isn’t our first kiss.”

[foreverindreamlandd]

Could I do a reverse 🎄 fic rec and ask for a recommendation from you? Any hidden gems you’d like to mention? Preferably Bucky or Steve, but will take anything you’d like to give a shout-out to 💜

Ohhhhh yes I'd love to! Idk if they're hidden gems but I LOVED these two series:

Trick Question by @nacho-bucky - this is a super fun modern au series with rival!bucky x reader that has an AWESOME twist you're gonna love ;)

Blink Twice by @simmerandcry - I read this whole thing in a night it was SO good. Reader needs to be put into hiding in a remote cabin and Bucky is her reluctant bodyguard. I loved this one so much everyone needs to read it.

I hope you enjoy these! Sorry if you've already read them but if you haven't 10000/10!!

Winter Wonderland Sleepover!

[neopronouns]

flag id: six flags with 9 stripes, with the second and eighth being smaller than the others, the first and ninth smaller than those, and the fifth the smallest.

the top left flag's stripes are blue-black, dark indigo, purple, golden yellow, dark pink, cream, light yellow-green, faded purple, and dark purple. the top right flag's stripes are blue-black, dark purple, medium dark faded purple, soft purple, dark faded indigo, bright purple, purple, medium dark pink, and very dark teal.

the middle left flag's stripes are faded purple, soft pink-purple, pale pink, very light pink, pale indigo, very light blue, light blue, soft indigo, and faded indigo. the middle right flag's stripes are dark indigo, medium dark pink, faded pink, light pink, medium dark faded purple-pink, light pink-red, pink, dark pink, and very dark purple.

the bottom left flag's stripes are dull light pink, very light pink, pale pink, pinkish-white, light faded pink, purplish-white, pale purple, very light purple, and dull light purple. the bottom right flag's stripes are extremely dark indigo, very dark purple-pink, dark faded pink, golden yellow, faded indigo, pale green, dull indigo, dark faded blue, and very dark indigo. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

amethystcolauric | purplecolauric lilacolauric | orchidcolauric lavendercolauric | mauvecolauric

amethystcolauric: a colorgender related to the color amethyst, earrings, violet corts, parades, gemstones, insect wings, grape bushels, and outer space

purplecolauric: a colorgender related to the color purple, geodes, club lights, ferris wheels, sunglasses, hummingbirds, eyeshadow, and outer space

lilacolauric: a colorgender related to the color lilac, tulips, lavender cookies, glitter, watercolors, heart lockets, pressed flowers, and twilight

orchidcolauric: a colorgender related to the color orchid, blooming flowers, butterflies, sunsets, text messages, hair dye, auroras, and neon lights

lavendercolauric: a colorgender related to the color lavender, rock candy, daydreams, chapstick, ribbons in hair, crayons, flower fields, and sleepovers

mauvecolauric: a colorgender related to the color indigo, shooting stars, grapevines, velvet curtains, evening skies, mirrors, tarot cards, and bookmarks

[pt: amethystcolauric: a colorgender related to the color amethyst, earrings, violet corts, parades, gemstones, insect wings, grape bushels, and outer space

purplecolauric: a colorgender related to the color purple, geodes, club lights, ferris wheels, sunglasses, hummingbirds, eyeshadow, and outer space

lilacolauric: a colorgender related to the color lilac, tulips, lavender cookies, glitter, watercolors, heart lockets, pressed flowers, and twilight

orchidcolauric: a colorgender related to the color orchid, blooming flowers, butterflies, sunsets, text messages, hair dye, auroras, and neon lights

lavendercolauric: a colorgender related to the color lavender, rock candy, daydreams, chapstick, ribbons in hair, crayons, flower fields, and sleepovers

mauvecolauric: a colorgender related to the color indigo, shooting stars, grapevines, velvet curtains, evening skies, mirrors, tarot cards, and bookmarks. end pt]

third set of colorgenders based on the results of this 'what color is your aura?' uquiz for anon!

these are in the colorgender flag format with the aura color from the uquiz as the center stripe and colors inspired by the listed things as the rest of the stripes. the terms are the aura color, 'col' from 'color, 'aur' from 'aura', + 'ic'!

tags: @radiomogai, @colorgendered | dni link

[foreverindreamlandd]

I LOVE this!!! Omg idk if I’ve ever read or thought of a concept such as an enhanced!reader having to experience normal life chaos such as a big family holiday party, that was so creative! And Bucky 🥺🥺 So supportive we love to see it.

Thank you so much for participating in my writing challenge! This has been added to the Winter Wonderland Masterlist 🥰

Holiday Helper

Title: Holiday Helper

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Panic attack, stressful holiday gatherings, generally terrible relatives, hurt/comfort, handcuffs, and mentions of alcohol, anxiety, and PTSD

Summary: While celebrating Christmas with her large extended family, the reader gets overwhelmed and hides away in the bathroom. Bucky comes to find her when things take a turn for the worse.

A/N: This definitely won’t be my last holiday fic for the year, but I hope everyone that celebrated Christmas today got to spend it with people that they love (and that love them). As always, thank you for supporting me in all the ways you do. I’m thankful for each and every one of you! This fic is a submission for @foreverindreamlandd​‘s Winter Wonderland Writing Challenge.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Heat stifled you from all sides, but you still managed to force a smile when your mother handed you a mug of hot chocolate. The prospect of drinking something so thick and warm made your stomach turn. As soon as she’s turned away to help manage the kids that had been running amok all morning, you set the mug down on the coffee table and downed the rest of your ice water.

On your left, Bucky caught your eye for a brief moment, frowning, but you shook your head and forced your umpteenth smile for the night, turning to your uncle.

“You want something stronger?” he asked, nodding at the mug you’d abandoned on the cluttered table.

You shook your head again. “No, thank you.” Your powers were already simmering below the surface of your skin, like a volcano ready to erupt, and adding alcohol into the mix wouldn’t fare well for anyone. It was hard enough to keep them hidden now that you were using them almost every day.

“Come on, let me get you a little something. We can make your hot chocolate the fun, adult version. I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mind some.” He winked and you tried not to shudder as your expression became almost unbearably tight. One of the kids sitting nearby overheard and shouted out that they also wanted the “fun, adult version” of hot chocolate, but they were quickly shushed by a parent.

“Really, we’re fine. Thank you,” you insisted.

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[barnesafterglow]

dirty rotten scandals - fmk Bucky, Steve Harrington, Wanda ;)

you BITCH. you're gonna hate this answer

fuck wanda bc i know she knows what's up (i mean do we remember kinktober?)

marry bucky bc he is the love of my life

kiss steve and apologize to him for you being so dirty and rotten

join the party!

[intrepidacious]

🫀 I'm someone who has learned to be very good at living on their own and being independent but would love to do small domestic things like go grocery shopping or watch a movie or make dinner with my mans :,)

i ship you with post tfatws!bucky barnes <3

that smile? that's just for you. after everything he's been through, bucky loves just getting to do all these small mundane things with you. you'll never have to carry your own groceries or walk home on your own ever again. there's a bit of an adjustment period for the both of you where you're just getting used to someone else being in your space, but after a while … you find that you've found someone you can be alone with, together. and it's the most comforting thing in the world.

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[stardustandash]

The Warp Training Incident

Whumptober Day 10: Blow to the Head – Slurred Words

The good news was that Noctis finally felt the crystal’s magic tethering him to the dagger as he threw it, and was able to follow along through the ether behind the throw. The bad news was that left him ten feet in the air, holding on to a dagger that did not want to be in a stone pillar.

Ao3 Link

Learning to warp sucked. Massively. Noctis knew it would be awesome one day, when he could control it. If he could ever control it. The Kingsglaive could do it, his father could do it, it was only natural that Noctis should be able to as well. And yet.

“Again,” called Gladio from across the wide training hall.

Noctis sighed and jogged over to where his dagger lay uselessly against one of the pillars. His shoes squeaked against the stone as he walked, echoing off the high ceilings. All he really wanted was to play games with Prompto. They’d promised not to play the new Coeur du Kingdom game before each other and it had turned into an excellently planned sleepover. The only thing between Noctis and wrestling Prompto for first dibs at the controller was Gladio and his warp training.

“The sooner you warp, the sooner you can leave,” Gladio reminded him unnecessarily.

“Yeah, yeah,” said Noctis, waving one hand in Gladio’s direction as he picked up his dagger. “You know, you could just get one of the Kingsglave to teach me. They’d probably be better at it, seeing as you can’t warp. Why don’t we call this off, get one of them in tomorrow?”

“Not a chance,” said Gladio.

Noctis sighed and flipped the dagger in his hand. He could feel the crystal’s magic tying him to the blade. He really could. It was something about being able to follow that connection that Noctis was having trouble with. And it wasn’t like Gladio could help him. Gladio was good for swords and muscle, not for magic.

“Focus, Noct. Feel the connection between you and the dagger, and follow it.”

Noctis wondered if he’d gotten that one from a Kingsglaive or from a book. Probably a book. One of those fake Kingsglaive adventure stories he’d liked when they were in middle school.

Still, the faster he produced something like a warp, the faster he could escape to his room where Prompto would be waiting, fetched by Ignis. Hopefully with a spread of delicious Iggy-made snacks and piles of junk food.

So Noctis hefted the dagger and tossed it with all the strength he could muster in his scrawny arm. The dagger did not sink into the target at the other end of the room. Nor did it get anywhere close. Though Noctis’ throw had strength, it did not have aim. It sunk into a pillar halfway to the target and ten feet up.

The good news was that Noctis finally felt the crystal’s magic tethering him to the dagger as he threw it, and was able to follow along through the ether behind the throw. The bad news was that left him ten feet in the air, holding on to a dagger that did not want to be in a stone pillar.

Noctis barely had time to blink before he was crashing to the ground. He landed flat on his back, the air leaving his lungs in a strangled wheeze. For a moment Noctis panicked. Anytime he had a blow to his back the same fear took hold. The months he had spent not able to walk, the painful path to relearning. Everything that happened in Tenebrae.

Then there were strong hands on his shoulders, grounding him as he wheezed for breath. Noctis leaned into the touch as much as he could as he tried to convince his lungs to work.

“Come on, Noctis. Just breathe. In and out. You’re okay, just winded, just relax and breathe,” said Gladio, his voice rough with worry.

The noises Noctis was making as he tried to catch his breath weren’t pretty, but he’d done more embarrassing things in front of Gladio. Instead, he let his body work out how to breathe again while gripping onto Gladio’s forearms. Eventually he could draw a deep breath without choking on it. His face was red and tearstained from his efforts but he relaxed against the cold stone of the floor and patted Gladio’s arm.

“You going to let me up now or do you just like pinning me down?” asked Noctis. Neither the smirk nor sarcasm quite made their way to the surface but Gladio gave him his patented look of disapproval anyway.

“Yeah, you’re fine.”

Gladio helped Noctis get to his feet. He didn’t let go until he was sure Noctis was balanced, which made Noctis roll his eyes.

“I warped.”

“I saw.”

“You know what you said earlier?”

“That as soon as you warped across the room you could go hang out with Prompto.”

“And I warped. So bye!” said Noctis with a mock salute.

He didn’t wait for Gladio’s response. Noctis shuffled out of the training hall, dismissing the dagger back into the armoury as he went. The trek through the Citadel’s hallways to his rooms was familiar and yet somehow took longer than usual. His back hurt a bit, which was to be expected after a fall like that, but he almost missed the turn for the short route too.

By the time Noctis got back to his room, the exhaustion from the day’s training had crept into his bones, but the sight of Promto relaxing on his couch already armed with an energy drink was enough to perk him right up. With barely a hello Noctis collapsed onto the couch next to Prompto and half draped himself over the other boy, which in turn made Prompto nudge half-heartedly at him.

“Dude, did you even shower after training? You smell rank,” said Prompto and he waved a hand in front of his nose.

“Still smell better than you,” teased Noctis.

Prompto rolled his eyes. “Just for stinkyness alone I get the controller first.”

That set the two of them off into a scramble for the controller that Prompto won. He sang out a victory song as he used it to boot up Noctis’ console and the TV came to life with the familiar Coeur du Kingdom menu music -updated for the new game, of course. Prompto hit new game and off they went.

They’d barely gotten through the title sequence when Noctis’ head began to hurt. He hadn’t had anything to drink since before he started his training session with Gladio, so he probably needed something liquid. The choices spread on the coffee table were a few energy drinks, a six pack of soda, and a few of the sports drinks Prompto preferred. He figured a sports drink was close enough to water and popped it open. He downed half of it in two big gulps and waited for the headache to fade away.

It didn’t help.

By the time Prompto got through the tutorial section Noctis’ head pulsed in time with his heartbeat and he hadn’t paid attention to anything in the game for the last half hour. Which sucked. He’d been looking forward to this game for months and now of all times he gets a migraine. He groaned, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. The music and dialogue from the game were blending together into an overwhelming wave of noise that brushed uncomfortably against Noctis’ skin.

“…tis? Noctis?” Prompto’s voice cut through the noise. “You doing okay dude? You’ve sorta turned the same colour as one of the skeletons in the game.”

“My head hurts,” said Noctis. Or rather, that’s what he tried to say.

Instead Noctis’ tongue was too heavy and clumsy and the resulting noise was more of a jumble of vowels than any actual words. He tried again to the same result. Prompto was staring at him with wide eyes and Noctis felt the panic in them latch onto him.

“I’m gonna call Iggy, okay. He’ll know what to do, he always does,” said Prompto.

He fished out his phone with shaky fingers and Noctis could hear it ringing despite not being on speakerphone. As Prompto started talking to Ignis, Noctis reached up to where his head hurt the most, at the back of his head near the base of his skull. Even just a light ghosting of his fingertips made the world fuzz out for a second.

“I think I hit my head,” Noctis tried to tell Prompto. The words still came out all jumbled.

“I don’t know Iggy, he’s trying to talk but he’s slurring his words and I don’t know what he’s saying,” said Prompto into the phone.

Prompto tried to give Noctis a reassuring smile but it came out as a strange manic grimace instead. Noctis stared at him. The game noise still rang in the background but he could no longer really hear what Prompto was saying. The world was also going all funny. Desaturating. His brain slowly arrived at the realization that he was about to pass out. He tried to get Prompto’s attention, to tell him what’s about to happen so his friend won’t panic. The words only half came to mind, and he mumbled himself into darkness.

[foreverindreamlandd]

Mir I both want to kiss your brain for creating such magic and throttle it for ever making you feel like your writing holds no value. This is so incredibly special 💖

I’ve always said I hated ice skating because I SUCK at it, but secretly I’ve just been wanting someone who will hold my hand and keep me from flailing like an idiot thinking it’s cute and charming instead of chaotic and concerning.

Lumby is so soft and sweet and loving and I just want him to cover me in nine comfy sweaters and kiss me like I’m his home and just UGH. What a perfect little winter wonderland for me to escape to 💖 if I ever got a FRACTION of this life in the real world I would be totally content 😌

take my hand

beefy lumberjack!bucky x f!reader (lumby and bunny au)

wc: 2.2k

prompt: can't skate, gonna need someone to hold my hand

warnings: too much fluff. bucky is sickeningly in love

for col's Winter Wonderland writing challenge and sleepover! this is the first writing challenge I've ever done– seems fitting it's for you! thank you for inspiring me, always. <3 @foreverindreamlandd

a/n: this is a difficult time of year. sending all my love and super self-indulgent thoughts hehe.

happy holidays, my loves❄️🧸☃️���

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

“Y’almost got the hang of it!” You most certainly do not.

Bucky tries to tug you along the ice, his hand secure in your double-gloved one– per his insistence on keeping you extra warm– but it’s no use. The ground stutters laughably beneath each attempt of sliding your feet.

Bucky’s never seen anything so adorable before; you’re awful.

Of course, to make matters worse, they’re all gifted on ice– Maria drifts by with a graceful spin, a howling Scott and Natasha racing just behind.

“C’mon Bunny, just slide your feet in time with mine. Small strides, like this,” he demonstrates the movement away from you in hopes your body will be able to mimic the action.

It won’t. You can’t.

“Can’t you just carry me? This holding my hand thing isn’t working,” you whine. Bucky laughs ignoring your groans, grabbing your face and kissing the corner of your mouth until you smile.

“Nope! I need to see you twirlin’ around first and then,” his thumb brushes over your bottom lip longingly, “we’ll talk. But I gotta go get the living room ready, stay out here with Maria, yeah?” He smiles at you– like he’s never witnessed something more worthy of his worship– with the radiance of every last ray of sun, warm and at rest in his stare.

And after the incredible day you’ve all had, this was the last thing on his list before the sun disappeared for the evening. This morning, he’d bundled you in too many cable-knit layers (and then an additional one just to be safe), an oversized coat, and thick garments for your neck, hands, and feet. But watching you bounce on the ice again and again… he wishes he added a few more.

Bucky had everything planned down to the very second; from the beginning dimmings of the sky’s glow so the fairy lights hanging from the cabin into the trees would shine just right, to the dough being rolled out, cut into intricate shapes to be placed in the oven with ample amount of cooling time– can’t have the icing melt off the tops, Bunny. Needs to be perfect for you.

Steve and Natasha had spent over an hour untwining the offending garland and string lights that Sam had managed to knot together, while you and Torres got a head start at throwing plastic balls and pine cones up the side of the smallest of the giant pines encompassing the cabin.

The last tray of cookies had been placed in the oven while the canola oil was set out for the potato mixture, waiting to be fried in Bucky’s special pan– his ma’s old one she only used this time of year.

The success of today was important to him for more reasons than one. He finally has something strong, something certain, worth making memories with– ones that will last him a lifetime and replace all the pain that's led him to now. Bucky only wants to share everything he is with you.

Including the small frozen pond; which Scott, Steve, and Sam tested their weight on, year after year, hopeful they’d bring a little cheer back into Bucky’s life.

Upon his request, of course, you’ll stay out here. Bucky wasn’t asking– he had everything meticulously pinned like points on a map. You know better than to derail any of his plans. So your brilliant grin and sweet hum against the warmth of his cheek is enough to guarantee he’ll be okay leaving you with his friends for a bit.

With a feigned mutter of disapproval, a 'you carry me everywhere, but now it’s an issue?' and an accompanying pucker of your lips, Bucky reluctantly watches as Maria hauls you away, taking over as skating instructor. He shimmies his skates off before shoving his boots back on, joining Steve to get his cabin all set for watching your favorite holiday movie.

****

Bucky can’t help himself, the window is right near the couch he’s meant to be fixing the blankets on. He spent weeks planning this. Hours getting all the lights outlining his cabin just right, dangling them from branches and trunks alike. He needed this to be pristine, for you. Pausing to look out was too tempting, a perfect distraction directly in his line of sight at the mess of people dancing around the ice. Specifically, on you. His Bunny, right at home with his family.

And oh– how you shine. You're impossible to miss, the center of it all, always. To Bucky, anyway.

Bucky blinks with a particular tunnel vision these days, a fixation on the most beautiful thing that’s ever stumbled into his life. The window’s fogged and he’s thankful, for once, that he forgot to clean it better; a frost-tinted circle illuminating your ambrosial luster.

And while quickly moving to place an additional few logs on the fire, he can't fight the urge to get back outside to you. You love curling up against his chest right in front of the flames, warm cream colored blankets and sweet kisses shared until Bucky's reeling, flushed scarlet and suffocating for more.

“What’s on your mind, Buck?” Steve wonders.

They wordlessly walk out of the cabin and down the porch steps, transfixed with the painting of Joaquin and Sam twisting you unwillingly around the ice.

Steve clears his throat.

But Bucky’s somewhere else entirely, your squeals of frightened joy are running circles between his ears, rendering him breathless in a moment he never wants to leave. From the moment just a half hour ago you spoke so softly, "Need you to hold my hand Lumby, what if I suck? Never done this before", to now– he watches on with an ardent tenderness bleeding from his eyes in the shape of you. Sam pushes at your hips from behind, directing your laughing frame wobbling straight into a panicked Torres.

Bucky’s so tragically in love with you.

“Her.”

Your skate catches the bottom of Sam’s too-long jeans, sending you both toppling to the ground in a heap of broad shoulders and heavy limbs– courtesy of a painfully groaning Joaquin and cackling Sam. Steve smiles, observing Bucky take in the picture before him, a low chuckle rumbling within his knowing chest: there’s nothing like watching your best pal falling more and more, so deeply in love, Steve thinks. He nods.

“Mine too.”

“And what’s my girl doin’ in your thoughts?” Bucky smirks, eyes grudgingly leaving your triumphant pose on top of your conquered pile of a bickering Sam and Joaquin. When he meets Steve’s eyes, he finds a noble grin.

“I’m thankin’ her. Never seen you like this, so…” Steve gestures to him, a grand wave of his arms Bucky feels deep in his chest, “So happy. Bucky, she’s–”

“Bucky! Bucky, help me!” They both whip their heads at the excited sound, the two men once face-first on the ice and under your victorious smirk now standing tall on their blades with you lifted high above their heads. Maria and Natasha jump up from their bench to rush to your rescue, hurling insults in between fits of laughter at the two idiots passing you round and round in swooping circles.

Steve looks to his friend, and in Bucky's contentment he sees it– adoration and fondness and relief vibrating warmly.

Bucky melts– his bunny and his best friends. And they adore his girl almost as much as he does. He couldn’t feel more alive.

“Torres! Wilson! Put my girl down, I swear if I find even a scratch on her–”

“You have her in like nine layers. Think she’ll be fine, if she doesn’t pass out from heat exhaustion first…” Sam mumbles securing his arms tightly around your middle, dodging the raucous taunts of the two women before placing you on shaky legs.

You stay standing for a solid three seconds, the air returning to your overexerted lungs. One slide of your foot, then the other. Just like Bucky showed you, left, right, le– your body meets ice.

Shrill mirth fills the woods at, yet again, another fumble of your own two legs. With an enamored chuckle, Bucky moves swiftly, hoping to get to you before another fall occurs. He’s never seen a person fall so much in his damn life.

“So. I’m terrible at this,” the dejected huff swirls past you both in a frozen gust of air. Your body shivers in a tired sulk, working hard to remember what it feels like to be standing. Bucky bends down and aids you out of your skates, shouting for Scott to toss him your boots. Right foot then left, and he secures the thick socks he made you wear over the tops of the laces.

Bucky looks up at you, a satisfied sound whispered into the frigid evening. There’s a playful pity swimming within his features. But his eyes always betray him, completely overflowing with his adoration for you. It nearly knocks you off of your feet, dizzy and back spinning ‘round icy ground. The entrance to the fence that encases the pond snags on your puffy parka and Bucky grabs at your wrists, sliding his thumbs gently down to the thick fabric concealing those precious lifelines of yours. He brings the tops of them to his mouth with a gentle hum.

Nothing feels more secure than falling into the safety Bucky’s presence brings. He stands, plump lips never leaving your knuckles for a second.

As if the evening was expecting you both, frost-bitten air and the last swirls of daylight envelop you in a greeting of serenity. The lights still glimmer and your friends still laugh and yell, but the evening permits you to forget all of that for a moment.

Looking into Bucky’s eyes feels a lot like home.

And the stunning blues have no intention of leaving your sweet face, sulking up at him with the echoes of crystalized wonder and the twinkling from up above dusting along your features– how could he even feel an ounce of sympathy toward you? Not when your pout entices him like nothing else on this goddamned green earth ever could. Nothing could hold a candle to it.

“Wouldn’t say that Bun,” he decides with a solemn shake of his head, squeezing your fingers within his hold, “You’re not terrible. Just not ready… for public viewing, is all.” A short nod and a hopeful smile search to brighten the affected expression on your face. But it isn’t until he leans down with his nose nudging yours, a teasing pout of his lips on your cold skin, an arm sliding behind your hip urging you closer with a sigh against your cheek that you feel it.

He’d do anything to keep you happy.

It’s evident in the glistening snow nestled within the thick sea of evergreen, its sparkling hue all around you– in the sloppily decorated tree just a few feet shy of the pond– in the group of friends he gathered together just to remind you how loved you are, even during the most difficult season of the year. Bucky’d spend hours milling through his ma’s old recipes to find the perfect cookies and those latkes he remembers enjoying years ago. He’d even go as far as tell a little lie no one could possibly ever believe, that you weren’t in fact hazardous on skates, even if it is just the two of you that hear it. He’d bear long hours in the harsh winds of winter for something other than labor, for a gathering of family his girl knows love him to no end, just to see her showered with the same sentiment– to see that smile.

Nothing about loving you is akin to labor.

But then your lips curl, a small giggle bubbling past your once frustrated pout until the sweet sound blooms, swells, stealing the rhythm straight from his chest. And Bucky’s heart soars, from the very depths of his rib cage to the confines of your wool-clad hands, all from just the blinding smile you have only for him.

Candle: lit.

Your hands reach for his cheeks just as they flush crimson, a startling contrast to the scenery surrounding you. Bucky nearly evaporates, right there.

His pulse is thunderous, urging him to delight in nothing but your joy enduringly. Bucky can’t control it, it croons I love you, I love you, I love you.

You’re breathtaking.

He’d never tell his friends he planned today just for you, of how he stocked his kitchen with baking supplies and festive decor just to watch the happiness sparkling, so alive in your eyes.

Bucky’s anything but subtle. His heart beats only with the air of your affections– his friends know.

“C’mon sweet girl,” Bucky’s nose smushes against your hairline, his kiss warming your chilled forehead. “We’ve got cookies to decorate. Can’t let Sam find ‘em or they’ll be gone before we know it.”

At the sight of Bucky’s reverent lips descending the span of your face, Steve turns to head back to the cabin. With a heavy smack of his arm around Sam’s shoulders and a smile spread proudly across both of their faces, they let their friend take all the time he needs. Natasha’s grin twitches softly, watching Bucky sing of his love for you with every glide of his lips against your skin, with every breath that fills his lungs.

Bucky continues on, reaching and pulling for every little laugh you’ll give him, sparing no expense for the feelings of his friends: "Maria’s terrible on ice, did’ya even see her out there? Nearly knocked poor Torres on his ass.” No, that was you, actually. And you did. “Scott took all the marshmallows, can’t let him find out about our secret stash, kay?” He keeps them in an old tea container, they taste of bergamot. “Stevie thinks he’ll make a better gingerbread house than us, you believe that punk?” He only said that to get Bucky riled up.

Sam hears it– they all do. You hardly attempt to quiet your delight whenever Bucky gets you snuggled close, wrapped entirely bare in his need to be your everything.

A hurried kiss teases his stubble, then graces his lips, and your arm entangles itself around his own until the tips of fingers interlock in a charm of whispered giggles. And while walking the length of the winter wonderland he’s created for you, hyper and giddy and so full of emotion, your heart thanks him.

They all hear Bucky prod, the cheap digs and the silly goading; not a single one of them has the means to chide– they know. Their friend has finally found peace, tightly woven within the grasp of a warm woolen hand.

[polyamorouspunk]

Sleepover friday ahhhh!!!!

Can i do a triple zince im high so be nicee to me lol

1 how do you deal iwth being horny on T ? have you evr been horny in T ?

2 id live a moodboard tbh ahh!!!!

3 blog promo would be col just for funsies

luv ur blog ♡♡♡♡ !!!!

I’m sorry this took me so long I have been so fucking busy.

1. I have not ever been horny on T since I’m not on T and I don’t really have a strong sense of horniness. Stuff just doesn’t really make my [physically] horny.

3. If anything in the moodboard stands out to anyone, I highly reccomend @queerfaggotburnout. After all, are we not all queer faggot burnouts? I love the kidcore/fantasy/neurodivergent/queer vibes.

[seiwas]

sel hi darling how are you !! for your sleepover , today was a bit of a stressful day at work but i am seeing my friend for her birthday dinner today and im really excited to dress up !! the weather is very yucky tho :( how was your day, lovely ? sending you the warmest hugs ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ꒱ྀི১₊˚⊹♡

if you want some questions to answer <3 what are the subtle ways satoru and bakugo who their love towards you? and do you have any holiday traditions? seeing that christmas is just around the corner !

angie baby!!! my angiel!!! 🥺 welcome to the sleepover ✨

i’m doing good!! am happy you can unwind and dress up with your friend despite a really stressful day!! am currently writing away so i can finish col 4!! but my day’s been good 🥹 went to the gym, got some work done, baked a little too!!

and subtle affections oh you really know the way to my heart!! 🥺 despite satoru being a lil silly sometimes (all the time), i actually think he’s rlly attentive!! and conscious of everything!! i think he can easily pick up if i’m uncomfortable in social situations & tries hard to divert attention away from me (and on him instead) if that makes sense 🥺

for bakugo it’s kind of similar in that he’s really attentive too 🥺 and i think he’s big on acts of service a lot!! he always fills up my water bottle before i go to bed bc he knows it’s the first thing i reach for in the morning 🥺

holiday traditions!!! none really i think, besides the typical holiday eating and gift-giving 🤧 am excited for the time i get to make my own holiday traditions tho!

wbu angie bb? how do rinnie and sugu show their love for you? and what are you looking forward to the most this holiday season?

join the sleepover!! send in anything—a question, a story, dreams, recs, tips and tricks, and more!!