#im enjoying setting these as drabbles and not having to worry about length

[xanderscollection]

Mom said it's Samael's turn with existing, part 3 of the Self Aware series

[mxchellesworld]

Hi! I have a request if that's alright 🥺 can you do a Mgg or a Spencer Reid imagine where he loves on your stretch marks on your thighs & ones on your calves 💓 or one with where you squirt for the first time when you guys have sex & then get insecure about it. Thank you if you're able to! 🥺

Worship- Spencer Reid x Reader

synopsis; in which spencer loves on his girlfriend and shows her just how perfect she is

warnings; smut, unprotected sex, fingering, squirting, overstimulation 

i decided a little drabble wasn’t enough and made this into a full fic

a/n: why did this hit me in my soul!! i’m writing this with a plus size reader in mind and combining both ideas, hope you enjoy my love :)

being with spencer reid was amazing in every way possible. from waking up to morning kisses, his goodnight texts when he was gone on cases, even his attempts at cooking, which usually ended up with a messy kitchen and loads of laughter. but the best part would be how beautiful he made you feel. 

you were normally confident in your looks, being old enough to realize that a little extra cushion and stretch marks weren’t a problem at all. you were healthy and absolutely happy. however some days you couldn’t help but let those waves of self doubt wash over you.

spencer had noticed early on. when you woke up his arms were wrapped around you like normal, your back pressed against his chest and his warm hands on your soft tummy. he noticed you were awake by the way you squirmed at the feelings of his hands on you. turning around you were met with his hazel eyes glowing in the light flowing through the window. 

you quickly pressed a kiss to his nose before getting up, your hands going to wrap around your torso that was barley covered by a little tank top. you walked into the bathroom and spencer was left in bed dumbfounded. usually you were all lovey in the morning. where were his extra cuddles? 

he stayed in bed for a little waiting for you to come back. he figured you’d do your morning business so he picked up a book to read knowing you’d be out by the time he finished. but when 20 minutes passed and he didn’t hear any water running or a flush from the bathroom he got up to go check on you. 

he thought maybe you were doing a face mask or painting your nails but what he didn’t expect was for you to be in the mirror examining yourself. to him you looked perfect.

your morning hair messy from a good sleep, tiny tank top putting your soft breasts on display and went down half way down the tummy he liked he rest his head on. the little boy shorts you had on accentuated your behind and don’t let him get started on your thighs, ever so thick and squishy which he loved to have in his hand as he drove or around his head in other situations. 

you were broken out of your self examination when he called out for you, “hey sweetheart, what are we looking at?” he said wrapping his arms around your frame. 

he could feel you squirming again being in his hold.

you sighed and let your hands run from your hips down to the tops of your thighs, “these stupid marks, they’re so ugly.”

spencer was shocked. how could anything about you be ugly. he went to sit on the toilet seat and pulled you to stand in front of him. he started to place little kisses all over the marks on your tummy and let his hands go under the sides of your panties rubbing on your hips. 

“spence what are you doing?” he looked up into your eyes, his auburn ones blown with lust. “trying to show you just how perfect you are.”

he continued his trip of leaving little kisses all over your belly. you pulled him away by tugging a little on his hair. leaning down you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “i appreciate the effort handsome, but im anything but perfect. just look at me.”

his hands moved up to your waist, “i am looking at you y/n/n. you are the most beautiful woman i’ve ever known, inside and out. no amount of marks would ever make me think any different.” 

your heart fluttered at his words. the sincerity of his tone topped with his large eyes looking up at you like if you hung the moon and stars. he started to stand up and pulled you with him back into your bedroom. 

“strip for me pretty girl,” he said as he walked you to the edge of the bed. 

you looked at him hesitantly and he went to caress your face, “please honey, just let me show you how a goddess of your nature should be worshiped. 

your hands went to the bottom of the tank, pulling it up with a swift motion. the vision was something spencer would never get tired of seeing. perfect nipples peaked under the morning chill of the room. his hands went to your hips to help pull your panties down your legs. 

once they were off he threw them somewhere in the room and motioned his head for you to lay back on your pillows. he swore his brain short circuited at the sight of you bare and spread out for him. he followed suit and took off his old tshirt and flannel pajama pants, getting settled in between your legs. 

you looked down and were met with one of your favorite sights. the familiar mop of brown curls in between your thighs with equally brown eyes looking up at you, gauging your reactions. 

“you were made for me angel, and i’ll spend the rest *kiss* of my life *kiss* proving it *kiss* to you *kiss*,” he said making his way from your right thigh over to your left. skipping the area where you needed him most. once he felt like you were ready for him, he let his hand slip through your folds, picking up some of your already dripping essence. 

“spence please,” you whined.

“your wish is my command angel,” with that his tongue went to your folds, liking broad stripes to taste all of you. you moaned at the feeling and let your hand fall to his hair. his middle and ring finger found their way to your slit, easily slipping in and reaching that spot inside of you. spencer had your body memorized and knew how you play you like his favorite game. 

you were swimming in pleasure, his pink lips wrapped around your clit as his long fingers curled and thrusted in your warm heat. while you moaned at his actions he moaned at the taste of you spilling all over his tongue. 

he switched his motions and inserted another finger, making you let out louder whimpers at his actions. he let go of your clit to look up at you. he thought you looked absolutely breath taking, sheen of sweet glistening on your forehead and your face contorted in the pleasure that he was giving you. not to mention your chest rising up and down from your erratic breathing. 

he would tell you were close from how you were starting to clench around his fingers. “cmon pretty girl, i know you’re close. let go for me.” his other hand went to rub circles on your clit as his eyes stayed on you, wanting to have a full view of you cumming embedded in his memory. 

his words set you off and the knot in your tummy broke. you came with a loud moan of his name along with a string of curses. you tried to shut your legs but his lanky figure stopped you from doing so.

“hey y/n/n can you give me one more?” you nodded as he leaned down to press a kiss on your sweaty forehead. “always so good for me angel.”

he was painfully hard from watching you writhe in pleasure and was sure he wouldn’t last long but he was set on making his point absolutely known that you deserved to be worshiped. 

swiping his length through your folds, you both gasped at the feeling. your thighs wrapped around his frame to pull him closer to you. he slipped in with ease and leaned down on his elbows so he was face to face with you. 

his thrusts started out painfully slow. letting you feel inch by heavenly inch of his thick cock. you loved when he was vocal, letting out groans and moans at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. his head fell to the crook of your neck and you could feel him bit down on your shoulder. 

your hands went to his back leaving little scratches at the feeling of him hitting the spot inside that made you see stars. the whole feeling was other worldly, being enveloped in his peppermint scent, the sounds of your mixed moans and skin slapping filled the room. 

his thrusts sped up and you felt the knot in your tummy return but this one was different. almost like a full sensation. “im so close spence, want you to cum in me baby,” you let out between little whimpers. 

“im right there sweetheart, make yourself cum for me.” your hand reached down to where you were both connected to rub on your clit, bringing you to your sweet release. however as he kept thrusting to reach his own your felt yourself let go even more. your essence gushing out down onto the sheets. 

your walls clenching during your release led him to his end, spilling inside of you. as he slowed down he looked at you, face towards the side looking away from him. 

“y/n whats wrong?” he asked rubbing your shoulder before pulling out slowly. 

“that was so embarrassing.” was confused at what you meant until he looked down to see the wet spot between your legs. 

“hey hey don’t worry,” he said wrapping you in his arms. “thats completely natural and just proves i did my job in worshiping you how i should.” 

you snorted at his confidence and pressed a kiss to his chest before pulling away. 

“why don’t you go start a bath while i change the sheets?’ he asked pushing some hair behind your ear. 

you nodded and made your way to the bathroom on shaky legs. this time when you looked in the mirror you saw nothing but faint love bites and a body worth being treated as such. 

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I’m Okay (W. Maximoff)

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Warnings: mention of blood and a super clusmsy reader

Requests are open, so feel free to send in requests and I will do my best to get them posted ASAP. i’m gonna keep them open for now but please be patient with the length of time it takes to finish them. 

A/N: This was a drabble request from a LONG time ago and i’ll bold the prompt that was requested! This took awhile to get to and i still have a ton of requests but i'm working my way through them!

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“Please don’t tell Wanda this happened” You hissed in pain when you pressed down on the fresh wound on your upper thigh. 

Bucky briefly checked you over with a raised eyebrow before turning back to the buttons on the elevator. 

“y/n, something tells me she’s gonna realize pretty quick, you’re kinda bleeding everywhere”  Bucky chuckled  from the opposite side of the elevator.  

“Listen Bucky, just because you’re right, doesn’t mean you should rub it in. Let a girl dream” you pulled a black hair tie from your sweaty hair and shot it across the small space at the taller man, narrowing your eyes at him when he caught it with ease. 

You caught the sight of Wanda preparing lunch for the team as the elevator dinged and its doors opened when you reached the common floor. A droplet of blood had run down your thigh, leaving a trail in its path. Before Wanda spotted you, you used the palm of your hand to wipe away the evidence, though it served no real purpose because all it did was smear across your skin. 

You shoved Bucky towards the kitchen so he could distract her long enough for you to sneak past. The two of you knew each other enough that you didn’t have to tell him what you wanted to do. He begrudgingly agreed silently, and headed to the fridge.  

You felt warm blood trickle down your leg as you tried to casually and skillfully avoid your girlfriend as you made your way through the kitchen and hopefully up into your bedroom before your injury was spotted. Your luck, however, didn’t last long. 

“How was training, My Love?” Wanda made eye contact with you as she set the wooden spoon down on the marbled countertop. 

“It was ummmm… good! Bucky is a good teacher!” Bucky rolled his eyes at your attempt to be slick from his place behind Wanda. 

Wanda raised her eyes at you but Bucky distracted her by explaining what the two of you worked on during your training. This gave you the perfect opportunity to flee to your room. 

“y/n, can you….Is that blood?” you had barely made it to the door before Wanda called for your attention. 

“.......No, what was it that you needed?” 

“Nuh uh, not gonna happen, what happened?” Her eyes briefly met yours before she swung around like she was gonna kill poor Bucky. 

“Whoa, hey listen, I didn’t do this! It’s not my fault your girlfriend is the clumsiest Avenger on the team!”  Bucky quickly explained with a smile before Wanda could launch a verbal attack at him. 

Wanda paused for a moment like she wanted to say something to Bucky about his comment about you but then she decided she was more concerned about you. Her anger faded as soon as she saw the guilty look on your face. 

“Baby… what happened?” Wanda made eye contact with you for a second before she began to fuss over your leg. 

“Well, Bucky and I were training with knives, and he asked me to get a different one, and I kinda, maybe, tripped and the knife went into my leg” You smiled at her in an attempt to calm her worries but it didn’t do much. Her movement froze and she stood in shock. 

“That IS something you would do” Natasha chuckled from her place at the table. 

“You know, I'm really starting to wonder how you’ve survived on missions this long” Tony set his newspaper down. 

“Listen, i'm better when on a mission, this is my chill time and-” Wanda didn’t let you finish, before she guided you out of the room. 

Once you reached your shared bedroom, Wanda began to fuss over your leg again. She hurried off to the bathroom, and returned with an old towel and gauze.  

Wanda worked in silence for a few moments until you moaned in pain when she pressed a little too hard. 

“I’m sorry, baby” She pressed a soft kiss to your hand  “y/n, can I request something?” Wanda secured the gauze around your thigh and sat down on the bed next to you. 

“Yeah, of course you can” you scooted a little closer to her and wrapped your arms around her waist. 

“Can you please be more careful? I know this wasn’t too bad but what if next time it’s something really serious?” Wanda gave you her best puppy dog eyes and let her finger run along the exposed skin of your leg. 

“I don’t know…..it's kinda tempting to do it again when I know that you’ll alway be here to patch me up and kiss it better” Wanda pulled away from you and shot you a look to show she wasn't impressed with that answer.  

You laughed and pulled her close again “im kidding, if that would make you feel better, i’ll do it, because I kinda like  you or whatever”

“Shut up, you love me, you told me this morning” Wanda lightly shoved you down onto the bed. 

“Yeah…. I guess you’re right” you giggled as Wanda fell down next to you. 

Her hair fell around her face and she looked beautiful, as always. Your hand gently cupped her face and your lips met hers. 

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Ohmtoonz ~Rainy Days~

(Im so sorry for the shoddy quality of this specific drabble. I was having a real tough time finishing anythinf with writing and figured why not end this one here. Thanks for reading and i hope ye enjoy)

It was rare Ryan truly ever had a bad day. Sure sometimes things could get annoying or something unfortunate would happen, but it never really was bad. Ryan was an optimist, always believing the day held something better, and it usually worked for him. Today however, was just not his day.

Ryan started his day bright and early, walked to his desk, and found out his recording software and most of his footage from the day previous was corrupted. Frustrated he decided to just sit back and glare at his screen, eventually calming himself and getting up to go get breakfast.

He was once again disappointed by there being absolutely no food. By this point the sky was beginning to darken (much to his disappointment) with a storm seeming to come from nowhere. Ryan sighed and as quietly as he could manage slipped out of the house. The walk to the supermarket seemed short and relaxing, allowing Ryan to clear his head. He breathed in the air that started to feel heavier, the rain would come down hard in time.

He quickly walked into the supermarket, got the few things he needed (eggs, milk, more coffee) and started the trek back home. The sky was dark and the air fell into a thick heavy silence. Ryan knew at that moment he fucked up. The first droplets caused Ryan to speed up his walking, a few minutes later a heavy rain had him sprinting to get under shelter. He felt out of breath as he barely made it under the porch of a strangers house.

Ryan was angry, soaking wet, hungry, had no footage, and had no idea what to do. He tried to fish in his pockets for his phone but came up empty handed. His phone had been left on his desk when he went out for some food. Meaning he had no way of calling anyone too. Ryan felt it all burn up in his chest. The weight of the day started to come down on him. Ryan as well as angry felt embarrassed. He felt weak and stupid. He buried his face in his hands to keep anyone (not that anyone would see) from seeing the tears slipping down his face.

“You alright there?” A nice southern voice shocked him out of his thoughts. Ryan straightened up and brushed the tears from his face, eventually turning to look up at the stranger leaning against the front door of the house he was taking refuge under.

“I’ll take that as a no.” The stranger came forward sitting beside Ryan, he let out a huff of breath as he plopped down on to the step next to him. “Do you usually do this?”

Ryan blinked at the question, feeling embarrassed at the stare lingering on him. “What do you mean?” The stranger gave a smirk, tilting his head slightly. “Walk in this type of weather?”

Ryan blushed and turned away, he knew that same stare was still on him. He sighed and ran a hand through his messy wet hair. “No.” He felt embarrassed at how flustered he was getting around this complete stranger. He could be an axe murderer for pete's sake! However, when looking back at the stranger he knew that wouldn't be right.

“Ah so today was an exception.” The cocky grin on the strangers face widened with another curious tilt of his head.

Ryan sighed and looked away, his eyes scanned the streets distractedly. He could feel his blush calming a little bit, but still could feel that bubbly nervousness in the pit of his stomach. “Not exactly. I uh, don't have a car and was hungry. My roommate, he has a tendency to steal my food and my stock was low.”

The stranger raised an eyebrow a smile stretching across his face. “Well I’m not sure if this rain is going to let up anytime soon. Wanna come in?”

Ryan looked over and found himself embarrassed. “Oh, I don't want to be a disturbance!” He scrambled up to his feet and waved his hand in a dismissive type of way. “Please don’t worry, I’ll be fine out here”

He was cut off by the strangers gentle chuckle. “It's fine. Don't worry yourself about it.” The stranger got up and extended a hand to Ryan. “I should have introduced myself earlier, sorry. My names Luke.”

Ryan looked up at the male, another warm blush moving across his face. He found himself at a loss for words for a few seconds. With a bit of hesitation he reached up and grabbed Luke's hand, allowing himself to get pulled up by him. “Ryan.”

The short stutter that accompanied his name made Ryan curse himself, especially when Luke seemed to grin a bit wider upon hearing it. “Well Ryan it's nice to meet you. Let's get you dried up and fed yeah?” Luke gave a closed eyed grin that made Ryans stomach flip. “Uh yeah sure.”

Luke's house was much cosier inside than it was outside. It was nice and warm, and Ryan noted the cat lying on the sofa that seemed to want to ignore both the men's presence. “Thats Princess. She's kind of an asshole.” Luke chuckled and walked over petting the cat with a fondness that made Ryan smile behind his hand. “She seems pretty cool to me.”

Luke let out a breathless laugh and turned to look at Ryan with a raised eyebrow. “Sure, just live with her than you'd get the whole experience.” He laughed, a smooth sounding laugh that made Ryan giggle. For a minute a peaceful silence landed between the two before Luke got up and clapped his hands. “Let's get you some new clothes.”

Luke had led Ryan to a restroom. He showed him how the shower worked before leaving him, returning with a new set of clothes. Ryan looked down with wide brown eyes opening his mouth to object but Luke stopped him with a wave of his hand. “Your clothes are wet and these are really the only thing I have that look like it'll fit you. I’ll put yours in the drier after you get out if you want?”

Ryan felt bad, his eyes watched  Luke with uncertainty but saw that Luke was determined. With a sigh he accepted grabbing the dry clothes. “Ok fine, but after they are dry I’ll give these back ok?” Luke grinned at him and nodded accepting it. After a minute he jumped and blushed.

“Oh uh, I’ll leave you be.” He backed away and waved awkwardly. Ryan waved back with a soft giggle and closed the door behind him.

The shower was nice and warm. His body relaxed under the water, his once tense muscles felt so much better. Ryan was conscious of the amount of self care products this stranger had. It was almost funny compared to his pitiful amount of things at his shared restroom.

Ryan did not allow himself to take his time though. He quickly showered and got out, wrapping a towel around his waist and stretched. He reached over wiping the foggy mirror. Ryan took in his messy rumpled appearance and grinned despite himself.

Ryan had to remind himself of where he was. He dried his body and grabbed at the clothes Luke had given him. The white button up shirt he had given him was too large over Ryan's body. He buttoned it up and tried his best to pull up the sleeves to a suitable length. The jeans Luke gave him was also too large but manageable. It at least allowed Ryan to tuck in the button up.

Ryan collected his wet clothes and bundled them together. He opened the door and the smell of bacon seemed to waft into the restroom. Ryan stepped out into the hall, walking down back to the livingroom and right to the scene of Luke cooking.

The southerner was focused on some bacon, his nose scrunched at the easy task. Alongside it was two plates of eggs. Ryan felt flattered at the scene. He cleared his throat and smiled at Lukes shocked gaze. “You didn't have to.” Ryan walked into the room and gestured to the plates. “I would have been fine. I've already been so much of a burden and, you really didn't have to.”

Luke shrugged and offered a plate to Ryan. “Take it as neighborly hospitality.” Ryan found himself grinning despite the worry. He walked over accepting the plate graciously. “Thank you.”

They both ate in comfortable silence. They didn't chat, merely enjoying each others company together. After they were done Luke took their plates (Ryan objected for probably the fifth time that evening but he was once again stopped by Luke) and washed them. Ryan chit chatted with him softly, getting to know the stranger bit by bit. He learned of his past, his friends and hobbies he had. They both shared an interest in games and Ryan wrote down his gamer tag for Luke so they could later possibly play with each other.

Their conversation in the kitchen turned to them both sitting in the living room. They both spoke easily with each other, seeming to be long time friends instead of people that met that day. The conversation turned to Ryan soon enough.

“So what do you do Ryan?” Ryan tilted his head, previously looking up to Luke's ceiling to glance over at Luke. “I uh. It's complicated.” Luke burst out laughing and looked over at Ry. “It can't be that bad. Come on.” Ryan puffed hi cheeks and turned away. “I uh. I film for youtube. Nothing too special just something on the side.” Ryan scratched his cheek. “Other than that I work at a nearby video store. It's interesting we get all sorts of customers.”

Luke smiled at Ryan encouragingly. “See that's not that bad.”

Ryan scoffed at Luke. “You cant talk. My roommate always makes fun of me.” Ryan blew a breath between his teeth.

“A real piece of work huh?” Ryan glanced o er confused at Luke's words. “Your roommate, he seems like such a swell guy."

Ryan chuckled softly. "You could say that." Ryan puffed a breath between his teeth. "Brings girls endlessly to the house, eats my things, uses my products, real good guy." He gave Luke a thumbs up with a fake cheery smile plastered on his face. The sarcasm practically dripping from his lips.

Luke burst out laughing, reaching over and patting Ryan on the shoulder. "Damn man. Must be hell to live with him."

Ryan chuckled looking down at his hands. "Yeah." He sighed softly. "If it weren't for him I guess I wouldn't of gotten stranded in the storm. This day in total has just been." A sigh blew from his lips as he leaned back again. "Amazing."

Ryan after a second looked up into Luke's chocolate brown eyes. The gentle fondness amd care in them made Ryan tear up. The days events once again getting to him.

"I'm sorry Ry." Those words had him balling

Luke had no idea what to do. His eyes widened at the sobbing male in front of him. His shoulders shook with silent sobs as he covered his mouth. The frown on his lips made Luke feel angry and sad for him. Within the short time that Ryan had been with him he could feel the connection he had with the guy.

Luke reached over, soothingly rubbing Ryan's arm. "Hey hey, Shh its ok its alright." He scooted over a small bit closer, keeping in mind Ryan's privacy and their short status as 'friends' if someone could call them that.

"Come here. Its ok darlin." Luke almost slapped himself when he said that. It slipped out of his mouth before he could even catch the word

To his surprise though Ryan came closer and hugged him, wrapping his arms around Luke's waist and burying his head into his chest.

It was comforting and safe. The sound of rain whispered in the background comfortingly. The warmth from Ryan warmed Lukes body. His tears seemed to have stopped yet Ryan remained in his arms. Luke continued to rub soothing circled on his back, letting his thoughts wander.

"Luke?" Ryan's soft, shy voice broke Luke from his trance. He looked down at the brown ruffled hair and tilted his head, leaning closer to Ryan. "Yeah bud?"

It took Ryan a few seconds to answer. His tired mind made it hard for him to formulate a sentence but he managed to get the words out.

"I'm sorry." Luke dryly chuckled and patted his head, leaning to the side so they both could lean against the sofa. "Its alright Ry."

"Luke?"

"Yes Ryan?"

"Thank you."

[phantompsychic]

HOW I RUN MY BLOG

Speed.

Slowwwwwwww. I wanna be faster, and that is a goal of mine, but short and sweet, I am slow/on the lower side of activity. I do warn as such on my rules. It doesn’t mean I’m ignoring replies; I’m just slow.

Replies.

No need to match my length, and I don’t like being held to match someone else’s. Quality over quantity. Excluding stuff like y’know when I only get a sentence reply. I just need enough ‘events’ happening in a reply for me to work with for mine, y’know?

In addition, I don’t prioritize any replies. I reply by order of inspiration typically. I am, ofc, just slow with replies unless I’m hit with a LOT of inspiration.

Also, I will never pester people for replies ever. It can be months and I won’t say anything. Feel free ofc to drop the thread or whatever any time, but I will never ask about replies. In exchange, I ask you do not nag me about replies. I haven’t forgotten you (unless I make a post saying I forgot), I’m just slow.

Starters.

I need to plot my threads. To this end I have a permanent starter call linked on my main blog as a permalink and in my rules. I just keep a permanent one to avoid spamming the dash with multiple starter calls. It’s also more centralized that way. I have no problem with people who do do multiple starter calls tho.

If you like the starter call, I’ll IM you ooc or send you an ask ooc, as, y’know, I gotta plot. If I don’t plot, then I am unsure of what the mun is ok with in terms of stuff like what direction to take the story y’know? The only time I will not IM people who liked the starter call is if I cannot find or think of any meaningful plot to be had between our muses (because I can’t just wing threads). It’s nothing against the mun or the muse, ever.

So, because of that, I end up getting too nervous to IM somebody who liked the starter call just to tell them no. If someone has a better way of handling this sorta thing then I’m all ears ‘cause I know this method is not perfect at all and I am not satisfied with how it is currently.

This is also why I very rarely post opens. I need to plot but does the mun who’s responding to the open know what all I have in mind? Ofc not. So for now I keep everything I wanna do to my wishlist.

The only time I ever do any sort of ‘random’ starters is when I reblog those sentence starters and the like. Usually tho, the asks I get for those become simple drabbles unless otherwise stated in my tags. Even then, even if I do say in tags like ‘these can become threads if you want’, I still will want to plot with you if you show interest in making it a thread. Otherwise, if I do not say that in tags, please ask permission before turning it into a thread.

Inbox. 

I like sending in things to other people and will do it when I can, but I often send them on anonymous. Only time I won’t is usually if the muse is involved in the ask.

I won’t ever send random IC asks tho because I always worry that I’m ‘forcing’ my muse onto yours for an interaction--even if the mun says in their rules they don’t care. It just makes me uncomfortable. In addition, I tend to get uncomfortable when I get random IC asks because I get the feeling of being put on the spot and I get stuck how to respond. Like I said, I suck at winging replies, and that goes for random IC asks too. The only exception to this is if I’ve plotted enough for you/know enough about your character that I feel confident enough to answer it. So, if I don’t respond to yours, that’s why.

Selectivity.

I am semi-selective, so like, I’ll follow people, but I won’t follow back everyone, but I don’t see myself as too picky? I follow people based on if I want to follow the stuff you post about your muse, not as an indication that I wish to rp with you. I follow plenty of people I can’t see Will interacting with, but because I just enjoy their work on my dash.

As for the other side of the equation, I just realized I never mentioned this in my rules page so...

Is there such a thing as semi-mutual? Like, after a few months, I definitely learned I feel most comfortable interacting with people who are mutuals with me, simply because I tend to be more familiar with their characters, but that doesn’t mean I won’t rp with people who don’t follow me/I don’t follow. I would just need to read a lot/talk a lot with the mun and sort out if we can have any meaningful threads with our muses y’know?

Wishlist.

I keep a wishlist on my main blog here. However, in hindsight, I worry if this is difficult for people on mobile to see. If it is, then mobile users pls lemme know and I’ll try to set up some kind of alternative.

Anyways, I am always updating it with more stuff (I just updated it before I posted this lol) since, instead of opens, this is how I show or convey things I have for ideas for threads I wanna do.

Honest Note.

If there is anything else you all wanna know about how I run things on my blog, please feel free to ask. I was writing this earlier today before Tumblr nommed it and I forgot a lot more stuff I was planning to say soooo

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Ahhh those Drabbles look great! Are you doing them as well? If you are , I request 53 "I can't believe you talked me into this" im not sure what would be cuter Niall pouting and grumpy about something (like your icon) or Niall super excited about something and you have to be grumpy . (Though let's be real, he radiates happiness, sunshine and good thoughts. That shit is contagious.)

Anonymous said:number 3 for the prompt thing!

Anonymous said:Prompt 3! “Don’t fucking touch me”

I ended up combining these two - enjoy!!!!!!

Hot Yoga

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

Niall sank down another inch into the passenger seat of your car and let out an annoyed huff.  You’d caught him in an extremely weak moment last night and gotten him to agree to join you at your favorite Bikram Yoga studio.  He must’ve missed the part where you mentioned class was at 7am.  You couldn’t really blame him for being distracted - your hands had been shoved down the front of his joggers while you traced the freckles along his neck with the tip of your tongue.  

“Niall.  You’re pouting.  Relax, it’ll be fun and it’s good for you.  Might actually do you some good to sweat out the last four nights of pints with the band.”

He shot forward in his seat, twisting to face you.  “We’re building a rapport! Can’t go touring if I don’t even like the guys in me band!”  Niall’s voice keened with offense.  You just snickered softly to yourself at his outburst and patted him softly on his knee.  You tucked your lip into your teeth trying desperately to suppress the giggle in your throat.  He glared at you from the corner of his clear blue eyes and curled his lip into a sneer.  “Don’t fucking touch me.”  You snatched your hand back to grip the wheel and raised your eyebrow at the petulant man child seated next to you.  “Ok Horan.  I’ll remember that later.”  Mornings had never been Niall’s strong suit and today was proving to be just more of the same.  As you trained your eyes back on the road you caught Niall’s lips pulled down into a frown, probably realizing he’d just cock-blocked himself.

You pulled up to the small studio and clambered out of the driver seat, eager to feel the burn and stretch in your limbs.  Niall reluctantly followed suit,  and shoved his hands into the pockets of his golf jacket.  He stood off to the side and was toeing at a crack in the sidewalk while you grabbed your bags and mats from the back of your small SUV.  You thrust your extra yoga mat towards him, trying to get him to take it.  “You ready?”  He grabbed the mat from your hand and shoved it under his arm.  With a resigned sigh he motioned for you to lead the way.  “Ready as I’ll ever be.  Let’s get this over with.”

Making your way towards the back room, you nodded a greeting to a few of the other patrons you recognized from previous classes.  Coming during the middle of the week, so early in the morning, guaranteed there would only be a few other people in the class.  You figured this would be the best option for Niall - if pictures ended up online of him sweating his ass off while doing yoga poses he’d never let you forget it.  You pushed open the door and felt the hot, humid air choke your lungs.  It always took a few minutes to acclimate to the insane heat in this class so you were quick to drop your bag to start shedding layers.  You were down to your tiny yoga shorts and had just started to peel off your tee when Niall grabbed your wrist.  

“What’re you doing? You can’t take your top off!”  His eyes were a mix of panic and protectiveness, shifting around to see if anyone was an eyeful.  

“Babe, it’s gonna be like 100 degrees in here.  I always do it in my shorts and sports bra.  You should take your shirt off too.  Don’t want you passing out.”  You shrugged out of your top and grabbed your mat to get situated near the windows on the side of the room.  When you peeked behind your shoulder Niall had his face set in a grimace but had at least listened to your advice and stripped his shirt off.  You couldn’t stop yourself from staring as he loped across the room to settle himself in the space next to you.  The heat had already made a light sheen of sweat break out across his chest and shoulders.  As he laid out his mat you watched the lean muscles in his back twitch and shift under the pale expanse of skin.  You could feel your own heartbeat start to speed up in your chest as he lowered himself down onto his stomach.  His arms stretched out above his head, making divots appear in the top of his shoulders where the muscles criss-crossed from his arms.  Before you could think about it you were pressing the pad of your finger into the small dip in his flesh and trailing your hand down his back.  He startled at the touch and popped his head up to look at you.  

“What was that for?”  His voice was raspy and muffled behind his still-outstretched arm.

A hot flush spread across your cheeks at being caught ogling him.  You pulled your hand back and shook your head.  “Nothing, sorry.  Just couldn’t help it.”  You tried to ignore the smirk that tugged the one corner of his mouth up.  Thankfully, the instructor walked in and started the first movements.

A half hour into the session you were dripping with sweat and concentrating on your breathing.  Your legs were on fire, but you felt strong.  The burn and stretch in your muscles was cathartic for your body, but also for your mind.  Hot yoga had always forced you out of your own head.  There were so many things to concentrate on that if you got distracted, you were liable to pass out.  You’d seen it happen before.  A newbie would come in and underestimate the brutal heat of the small room.  Inevitably they’d topple over, with the instructor grabbing a fan and an ice pack to bring them to.  You arched your back and twisted, glancing back to check on Niall.  His gaze was stuck on your body, your long legs curled underneath your body.  He was sort of in the same pose, but just not quite as open with his torso.  He was hunched over a bit, almost as though he was nursing a side cramp from running too long.  

“Ni…you ok?”

“M’fine.  Just turn around.”

“What?  What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just….don’t worry.”

“Is it your knee?  Do you need to swit-”

“No!”

His voice was low and hissed out at you, while his face was pulled into a dark grimace.  You scooted closer to him to whisper in his ear.  You didn’t want to disturb the rest of the class.

“Hey, if your knee is acting up just get into a position that’s comfortable.”

“It’s not m’fuckin’ knee.  Just leave it.”

He knelt down and spread his arms above his head, pushing back into child’s pose.  You knew this was his favorite because it was the only thing that would relieve the dull back ache he would sometimes get after hauling his guitar around for hours on stage.  You crouched down to badger him a bit more, genuinely concerned that he would push it too far and hurt himself.

“Seriously, if it’s your knee you shouldn’t do child’s pose Ni.  It’ll make it -”

“For Christ sake woman would ya shut up?  Been staring at your arse and tits for a half hour and you’re giving me a fucking hard on, ok?!”  

Your jaw dropped at his whispered confession.  You immediately darted your eyes around to see if anyone else had heard him.  Fortunately everyone else seemed to be fully engrossed in the next pose.  You swallowed harshly, trying to tamp down the buzzing in your body.  The knowledge that your poor boyfriend was trying valiantly to hide an erection that he got from watching you set your senses on edge.  You were flattered, turned on, and very flustered.  In a split second you grabbed your mat and stood up, pulling Niall off the floor with you.  You grabbed his wrist and draped your mat over your arm to hide his current “problem”.  He staggered out of the room behind you and barely managed to grab your bags as the door swung shut.  The cool air of the hallway hit you both like a bucket of ice.  Goosebumps cropped up across your skin and you could see the red patches of skin prickle under the thatch of dark hair matted down across Niall’s chest.

“What the fuck’re you doing?  Why’d you yank me outta there?  If you’d just left it alone for a minute I woulda been fine.”

You turned in a circle, looking desperately for something that would work for what you needed.  Grabbing Niall’s arm you pulled him desperately towards a small door at the end of the hallway, labeled “Laundry”.  With a silent prayer you tried the doorknob and let out a small squeal of victory when the door swung open.  Niall stumbled in behind you, bumping into the sticky skin of your back.  You could feel his hard length press into your lower back, his thin shorts not doing much to hide his arousal.  The feeling of him pressed into your flesh made you moan and as the sound left your mouth, Niall finally caught onto what you had in mind.

“You dirty little girl!  I got you all riled up, didn’t I?”  His warm breath tickled your ear and he pressed his fingers into your hips, pulling you back into his clothed cock.  There was an unmistakeable cockiness to his voice, a lilt that let you know he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.  You spun around to face him, backing up to the low counter against the wall that was used for folding towels.  Grabbing at the waist of his shorts you pulled him in between your legs and hooked them around his waist.  

“I got you riled up first, Niall.  Said so yourself.”  You pulled him into your covered center, relishing the friction of his body rubbing against the thing material between your legs.  He braced himself with his hands on the counter and leaned down so you were eye to eye.  

“You’re right, ya did.  Didn’t realize I’d have to watch you bend and stretch and arch your back in nothing more than your knickers.  Been hard nearly the whole class.  S’almost kinda painful if I’m honest.”  He thrust his hips forward and let out a low hiss as he pressed into your body.  Your breath was coming in shallow pants, matching the adrenaline flowing through your veins.  Wiggling your legs, you managed to dislodge his shorts and push them down his hips and under the swell of his round bum.  His cock sprang free, the tip almost purple with want and leaking strings of precum as it bobbed forward.  You licked your palm and wrapped your thin fingers around the tip, pumping slowly and spreading some of the wetness down his shaft.  “Fuckkkkkkk that feels so good.”  His voice was low and breathy, and he had to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning too loudly.  As your hand swept back up his length you dipped your thumb into the slit at the top of his cock making him jerk forward into his hand.  “I’m so hard for you, please make me come.”  His eyes met yours, the deep blue in his iris’ was pleading for release, desperate to find some relief.  

You leaned forward and tipped your head up to nip at his pink lips.  They looked incredibly soft compared to the rough stubble that had been lining his jaw so often these past months.  You slotted your lips over his and licked into his mouth frantically trying to taste him, smell him, feel him.  You were desperate for him to invade all of your senses at once - to not know where your body ended and his began.  You withdrew your hand reluctantly from his length and hooked your fingers into your own yoga shorts.  “I need you to get in me.  Hurry ok? Just fuck me.”  You kicked your shorts to the side and looped your legs back around his waist.  His lips crashed down onto yours and he trailed his fingers through your slick lips, pushing his fingers deep into your core.  Your back arched, pushing your chest into his.  He pumped his fingers slowly while his mouth forged a wet trail down your neck and into the hollows of your collar bone.  

“You taste salty.  But still kinda sweet.  Like those salted caramels you make me get from the coffee shop.”  His teeth nipped across your skin and he pressed his thumb into your aching clit, rubbing across it gently.  You let out a whine, already feeling your walls starting to flutter around his fingers.  

“Shit - you’re so fucking hot Niall.  C’mon, I need you inside me.  I need it!”  You were practically begging for him, and he was never one to make you wait.  He pulled his fingers out of your body and sucked them into his mouth.  With a smirk he reached down and lined himself up with your entrance.  As he sank into you his eyes rolled back slightly and his jaw hung open.  You could only grasp desperately at his shoulders and tuck your forehead into his chest.  As your walls stretched around his pulsing length you could hear him muttering under his breath.

“Love you.  Fuck, love you so much.  Feels so good.  Love you.”

You pressed hot, wet kisses across his chest as he pulled his hips back and began thrusting into you.  You both had an arm braced against the counter, with the other wrapped around each other’s bodies - anchoring you to each other.  The hot coil of release was burning at the base of your spine and you could feel your toes starting to curl on their own accord.  You leaned back on both of your hands to gain some leverage and meet his thrusts.  Niall was staring down at where your bodies met, mesmerized at how he disappeared inside of you, only to pull back out slick with your wetness.  As his hips snapped unsteadily against you, you slid your fingers down to your throbbing bundle.  Just as you were starting to rub circles against it, Niall swatted your hand away and replaced it with his own calloused fingers.  He gripped onto your hip with one hand and carefully rolled your aching clit between his fingertips.  Over and over he coaxed your body to give him more.  More wetness, more noises, more more more.  In an instant you tipped over the edge, your body going rigid as your breath caught in your chest and your eyes squeezed shut.  A low, guttural noise started to roll from your chest but Niall leaned in and swallowed the moan into a kiss.  His hips stalled against you as he emptied himself inside you.  As you broke apart you both gasped for breath, your foreheads sticking together with sweat.

Silently he pulled out of you, gasping at the over sensitive feeling.  You grabbed some towels and cleaned up still not saying a word.  The only thing you could hear was the low thrum of the industrial washer and dryer and the soft meditation music being pumped through the speakers.  You got dressed and sorted out your mats and bags, still not saying a word to each other.  You checked the hallway, letting out a sigh of relief that the class had not yet ended and the rest of the studio was deserted.  Niall followed you back out to the bustling street, where morning commuters were still clogging up the sidewalks on their way to work.   You tossed the bags haphazardly into the back seat and slid into the driver’s seat of your car.  Niall was chewing thoughtfully on the side of his thumb and nodding slowly to himself.  You took a deep breath and dared to break the silence.

“Sooooooo…….that wasn’t usually how my yoga classes go.”  Niall didn’t seem to hear you, there was no acknowledgement or even a flutter of recognition that you’d been speaking.

“Niall.  Ni.  NIALL!”

“What?”  He finally dropped his thumb from his still-kiss swollen lips and looked at you.  His eyes were wide like a frightened animal and you could tell his head was somewhere else entirely.

“Are…are you ok?”  You were almost afraid to hear the answer.  You weren’t sure if Niall was going to cry or if he even knew who he was at this point.

He nodded slowly, seeming to choose his words carefully.  “I think…I think I need to call some people.”  You raised your eyebrows at him, an inkling of concern starting to take hold in your stomach.  “I need to find a contractor.”

You pulled your face in, confusion sweeping through your body.  “A contractor?  What the hell do you need a contractor for?”

His eyes focused on yours, and you finally saw a glint of mischief behind them.

“Cause I’m building a yoga studio in the house.  Immediately.”

You choked out a laugh and leaned over the center console.  Grabbing him by the thin cotton of his shirt you pulled him in and smacked a wet kiss to his lips.  He smiled against your mouth and growled playfully at you.  “You’re a nutter, you know that Niall Horan?”

He pecked another kiss to your lips and leaned back into his seat.  “Nah, just a man who knows what he likes.”

[taonsil]

Hi! I'm a big fan of your writing, I know that last year you had some writing goals, I was wondering if you have any goals for this year? Or if you can share anything you're working on or thinking about writing. Love you! You're amazing!!!

hi !! thank you so much💦 I did set a goal for this year, but after running out of time on an exchange last month I’ve had awful writers block and don’t really feel like I’ve achieved much at all so far;; I’ve been focusing all my free time on art recently - I did so much fic the past two years I guess I just needed a break if I wanted one or not orz :c

tho ! things I’m currently working on/planning that will hopefully happen at some point:

- suchen pokemon au (jm works at a daycare centre; jd entrusts him with an egg)- separate dump for the ksoo #tinytransboyproblems drabbles and lots more of those !- repulsed aceyeol/chansoo (which is like some kind of artschool based au and I have 7k of so HOPEFULLY it’ll get done :T)- more drabbles for my queer drabble dump :C I need to get over worrying about the length/depth/Point of drabbles and just doing them orz I really enjoyed working on autochorisyeol so I’d like to do more of that kinda thing- chantao internet relationship/meeting up aaa (had this as a draft in several incarnations already..a dynamic I really like for chantao is them being a bit :s with each other because of their sexualities (ie neither of them are sure they’re gay/even into guys but they like each other but ??) and figuring that out)- kajsd one of those 5 times.. things with married suyeol its the 5 times they failed to have some kind of sex in their new home as newlyweds bc Im mean and have a huge soft spot for ppl with sore backs/mismatched schedules/being generally useless- kaisoo date with genderfeelsy autistic jongin having a nice day yay- tattoo studio/florist au with baeksoo ! - I’ve had this chentao japan based au since like 2014..that I keep trying to pick up again but I’ve really struggled with writing tao recently :/ (ie the last year or so. I wrote A Lot when I could have tao as the main pov because I felt so comfortable in his characterisation, but he’s kind of..too close now? idk, it’s felt weird since he left and he’s been so open and it’s just. weird somehow. I had a bunch of su/tao/hun wips that are gathering dust now :c )

- oh like !! jm with chanhun babies trying to fuss over him and not being great at it akjsd bc I really want a soft daddy fic that isn’t centered on punishment :c- I HAVE LIKE..at least 6 random drafts of just random vague pwp things atm because I’m really not a porn writer but I really love chansoo w/ circumstantial bondage kasjds and I love chenyeol, and I love useless sugar daddy/pup owner jm, and I love ftm jm pegging yeol and how tearful and overwhelmed he gets, and. a bunch of things like that

wow akjsd sorry that just turned into a rant about writing ; A; but thank you so much I love u too;;I really really appreciate enthusiasm for my writing, I don’t talk about it so much anymore bc I’ve been so focused on art but I do really love writing too and got so down that it hasn’t been working out recently T T;

[stories-aesthetics]

Cake?

A/N

Hello all!

This was just going to be a little drabble that had been going through my mind based off of a text post from @alrightevans, but it became something longer (a LOT longer)

The text post this is based off of read:

“i just saw a thing on fb like ‘does somebody wanna be fake engaged to me for like 2 hours to try free wedding cake samples’ and im just…………………..imagine ur otp”

If I can find the actual post I’ll tag a link to this, but that’ll take a lot of work and you all know how lazy I am.

Depending on where I feel like leaving off, this might become a short series, I haven’t decided yet, and it depends on your feedback. (Scratch this part, I said fuck it and I’m posting the whole thing in one go. Sorry for the length, it’s over 3.2K words, whoops?)

As always, tagging those requested and whom I think would like, and enjoy!

@howlingbarnes @bovaria @growningupgeek @hiddenwritingsintheworld @ilostmyshoe-79 @luxdxvine @vintagevalentinexx @abaddonwithyall @dancingalone21 @kittenofdoomage

“Y/N, Y/N c’mon get up, it’s noon already.” Bucky said wearily. He knew how scary Y/N could be when she was awoken before she wanted to be, and he had seen her hungover, but he didn’t want to find out how bad it would be when someone tried to wake her up when she was hungover and heartbroken.

   “James Buchanan Barnes, if I roll over and open my eyes to see you in here, I will literally tear you a new one.” Y/N muttered, but it came out of her mouth more like a growl. She really didn’t need him bugging her, especially since she had found out just the night before that her boyfriend of two years had been cheating on her. Rather than being embarrassed or guilty about being caught with another woman, he asked her to stay and join in with him and the woman. But Y/N was angry, very angry. She didn’t fall into a heap of sobs and sadness, no, Y/N clocked him across the jaw, made the girl leave, and then stole all the alcohol in the apartment. After that she went home to the Avengers Tower and then fell into a heap of sobs and sadness, but with booze. Bucky and Steve found her later that night, after she had gone through three of the seven bottles she stole. They both decided it would be better to comfort the heartbroken assassin than try and stop her. After some time around bottle five, Y/N passed out, thus allowing Bucky to carry her to bed. He had to do it himself since Steve had left the two alone when Y/N finished bottle four. Carrying a fully grown woman by themselves would have been difficult for any normal person, and Bucky thanked his lucky stars for the serum.

   “Y/N, you and I both know that wallowing in self-pity isn’t going to help you, and to be stark, you smell like hard liquor.” Bucky told her as he backed away slightly, knowing from first-hand experience that she could take him down just as easily as she could take down any normal person. “I know you’re hurting, but I have an idea that’ll cheer you up, and it involves food.” He bribed, hoping it would be enough. Bucky hated to see Y/N in pain, not only was she one of his best friends, but she was also the girl he was ridiculously in love with. He never thought he could have a chance with her, and he always knew that boyfriend of hers would hurt her one way or another. But after her break up, he knew he had to be her friend before a future boyfriend.

   “You’re right; you’re alway right.” Y/N said and groaned, sitting up and against the pillows on her bed. “You didn’t happen to bring any Advil and water with you or anything?” She asked and wiped at her eyes to remove her crusty, day-old makeup. Y/N looked like shit, and she knew it too.  She didn’t want to even look at Bucky, not knowing a lot of what happened the night before. But since the super serum burned through the alcohol in Bucky’s system faster than he could drink it, Y/N figured he remembered it all.

   “It just so happens I do, and I ran you a bath.” Bucky told her with a smile as he handed her the glass and medicine. “So take these, take a bath, get dressed, and then meet me in the kitchen.” He told her before leaving the room.

Forty-five minutes later, after Y/N bathed, got dressed, and applied enough makeup to cover the circles under her eyes, she headed to the kitchen to meet Bucky.

“I hope you cooked something delicious and fatty because I’m starv-.” She said as she entered the kitchen, only to see the room empty. “Uh, Bucky?” Y/N called out called out as she wandered towards his room. As she went, she began to hear muffled talking, managing to figure out that Bucky was on the phone with someone.

‘What am I supposed to say, Nat? ‘Hey Y/N, I know you just broke up with your long time boyfriend and all, but I just wanted to tell you I’ve been in love with you for three years and I want you for myself.’ No way, not going to happen. She literally just got out of her relationship, and I don’t think she needs me throwing myself at her.” Bucky said into the phone, his back toward the door. Natasha called him about ten minutes after he left Y/N alone, and she hadn’t stopped pestering him to make a move. “Besides, I already have the day planned out. I’m going to make Y/N breakfast, then we’re going to go book shopping, and for lunch-” He began to explain his plans before turning around to see Y/N in the doorway. “Natasha, I’ll call you back later.” Bucky said before hanging up the phone. “Uh, hey Y/N, how- how much of that did you hear?” He asked her nervously. If she heard his proclamation of his love for her, he would surely be dead.

“Not much, just the part where you said you’re making breakfast, and then we’re going shopping.” She smiled. In actuality, she heard everything, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment. She really was famished.

Over the course of the following three or four weeks, Bucky kept Y/N occupied as much as possible. They went out to restaurants and shops, to fairs and carnivals, and to the movies and museums. Just after the first couple of days Y/N had already felt better, and she realized she was never really happy with her ex, not as happy as Bucky was making her anyways. Tony, Natasha and the rest of the team went on any missions that popped up, leaving the two lovebirds to enjoy a little break. Also, they had all set bets on who would make the first move, and when. One afternoon after Y/N and Bucky went out for breakfast, he told her that he had an idea for the day.

“Buck, I hate to say this, but I think we’ve exhausted all that New York City has to offer.” Y/N said with a laugh as she collapsed onto the couch. In truth, she never wanted their outings to end. The past weeks with Bucky had been some of the best in her life, and once they ended, she knew everything would go back to the way it was.

“Actually, Y/N, I have one more idea.” Bucky said in a sly tone, holding a small box in his hands. Inside was his mother’s engagement that Tony had miraculously found. Bucky didn’t ask how or why, because if he did, he knew he wouldn’t have liked the answer. “This is going to sound nuts, and say no if you don’t like it, but marry me.”

“What the hell are you getting at, James?” Y/N asked as she sat up, looking at the ring inside the box after Bucky had opened it. “You’re joking, right? This is crazy! I mean seriously this is psychotic.”

Bucky let out a small chuckle, sitting next to her. “You don’t have to actually marry me, but I saw this bakery that gives out free slices of cakes to engaged couples for their weddings, and I thought it would be fun to try it.” He told her. Y/N stayed quiet for a few moments, and Bucky began to worry. “Listen, Y/N, if you don’t want to do it, that’s fine, I just thought it would hel-”

“I love it. Let’s do it.” Y/N said, cutting Bucky off.

“Wait, really?”

“Yes! It sounds brilliant! And I could go for some cake.” She said excitedly holding her hand out for him. “Well? Are you going to put it on?” She asked in a teasing tone.

“Oh, right.” Bucky said and blushed, taking the ring out of the box before putting it on Y/N’s finger. “Fit’s like a glove.” He murmured, leaning forward slightly to tuck a tuft of her hair behind her ear.

“It’s beautiful,” Y/N said as her own face darkened with a bush from Bucky’s touch, gazing at the ring on her finger.

“It was my mother's; Tony managed to get ahold of it, I didn’t really want the details.”

“Bucky, no- I can’t wear this! You should save this for someone special.” Y/N said and went to take it off.

“Hey, you are special.” Bucky told her as he stopped her from taking the ring off. “Besides, what harm will it do by being out of that dusty box anyways?”

An hour later, after they figured out their whole backstory and future plans, the two ex-assassins headed out for free cake.

“Buck, you sure you want to do this? What if someone recognizes us?” Y/N asked nervously. Her hands began to get clammy, and she wondered if Bucky could feel it, since they were holding hands. Of course, it wasn’t only from her nervousness. She had began to have feelings for Bucky, but she wasn’t sure of whether to act on them, and if they were reciprocated.

“Y/N, don’t worry. If they question it, wondering why it wasn’t in the news, we’ll just say we wanted to keep it quiet.” Bucky told her with a smile, giving her hand a squeeze. “Everything’ll be okay, I promise.”

“Alright Buck, you wear the pants in this relationship.” Y/N smirked, squeezing his hand in return before heading straight to the doors. Bucky rolled his eyes but followed her inside. As the two of them walked up to the counter, whispers could already be heard about them.

“Don’t worry about them.” Bucky whispered into her ear. Just as they got to the counter, a friendly looking woman stepped forward from the back which Bucky assumed was the kitchen.

“Hello! My name is Joanie, how can I help you two?” The lady, Joanie, asked. She was quite elderly, most likely in her seventies.

“Hello, my fiance and I heard that you offer free cake samples to engaged couples.” Bucky started, flashing the woman a rather charming smile. “We were wondering if we could try a few? We want everything to be perfect for the special day.” To really sell it, and since it would be the only time he could do so without her slapping him, Bucky leaned in and pressed a kiss to Y/N’s cheek.

Y/N blushed deeply and looked at Bucky with a shy smile before turning back to the woman. “We’re planning it to be sometime around August, if that helps in any way.”

Twenty minutes later, Y/N and Bucky sat at one of the small tables to the side of the doors. In front of them were roughly a dozen slices of different cakes with different frostings. A few of the different cakes they tried included a lemon cake with a poppy seed filling, chocolate cake with a chocolate ganache frosting, coconut cake with rum frosting, red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting, raspberry cake with vanilla filling, and a carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. Bucky decided that the German chocolate cake with raspberry and chocolate ganache frosting, which he swore was the best thing he had ever had, would be his birthday cake until he died. Y/N liked that one as well, and they both asked for another slice.

“That, was amazing.” Bucky told Y/N with a big smile.

“Hell yes, how did you not find out about this sooner?” Y/N asked him teasingly, leaning against his side.

“Yeah yeah, I know.” Bucky chuckled. He gazed at the side of Y/N’s face, wanting to kiss her. She seemed to have zoned out, since it took him three times to say her name before she turned to look at him.

‘Huh? What?” She asked him. Bucky was laughing lightly, and she wasn’t really sure why. She liked when he chuckled, he seemed more carefree when he did, and the sound was soothing to her. She would be lying if she said she didn’t want to just lean forward and press her lips to his, and she knew he reciprocated her feelings, but she felt it would be better to do it when they were alone.

“I just wanted to know if you were ready to go. I think I could climb a building with all this sugar in me.” He told her as he stood up. “I’ll go leave a hefty tip and ask for a whole German chocolate cake.” Y/N laughed and nodded, watching him go.

Get a grip, Y/N.  Y/N thought to herself, staring down at the table. It was neither the time nor place to tell Bucky about her feelings and jump his bones, but boy- did she want to.

Once back at the Tower, Bucky and Y/N went there separate ways for almost the rest of the evening before Y/n asked Friday to call Bucky up to her room. She was nervous, to say the least. What if he didn’t actually like her? What if he did, but she took too long, and he decided to just continue with their days out because he didn’t want to hurt her? Or worse, what if he told her he liked her back, then chickened out at the last second, telling her it was a prank? All the awful scenarios possible swarmed through her brain, and she wanted to back out, but it was too late. But it was too late; Bucky had just arrived at the door before Y/N opened it, his hand raised to knock on it.

“Were you waiting for my arrival?” Bucky asked in a joking tone, walking into her room. At seeing the weary look on Y/N’s face, Bucky frowned and stopped. “Hey, Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked, his tone softer and kinder.

“Nothing, just zoned out for a minute.” Y/N said and smiled, snapping right back to herself. “Want to watch a movie?” She asked him and moved to sit on her bed, her back resting up against her pillows.

“Sure, what do you recommend?” Bucky asked and plopped down next to her, his arm moving around her waist.

“Beauty and The Beast?” She suggested, looking at his side profile. Bucky was a beaut, anyone could see that, but Y/N had noticed it more and more over the course of their time together. She began to truly see him for how he was; that’s why suggested Beauty and The Beast, she had hoped he would see how similar he and The Beast could be, like how they were both misunderstood and viewed wrong, and she hoped he would realize how much she truly cares for him, like Belle cared for the Beast, without all Disney drama of course.

“Alright, sounds perfect.” Bucky said with light smile. “Friday? Please put on ‘Beauty and The Beast’ in Y/N’s room.” He called out, his request soon followed by the beginning of the movie.

Once it was over, Y/N and Bucky had managed to cuddle closer, her head on his chest, his arm around her waist, with their legs tangled together underneath the blankets. Y/N was almost asleep, the steady rise and fall of Bucky’s chest was slowly relaxing her. She was almost completely out when Bucky suddenly shifted, trying to pull away.

“Hmm, Bucky?” Y/N opened her eyes, sitting up slightly. “What’re you doin’?” She asked, looking at him. He looked startled, as if he hadn’t expected her to be awake, which must have been the reason he was trying to leave. Y/N looked at the clock, shocked at the time. Was it twelve already? She thought to herself. She looked back at Bucky, who looked tired and beautiful at the same time.

“Thought you were already out,” He told her as he sat on the edge of her bed. “I was just going to head back to my room, get some sleep.”

“Don’t go,” Y/N said and smiled, scooting over so there was more space for him. “When did the movie end?”

“About an hour or so ago, you’ve been in and out the whole time.” Bucky said and smiled, moving back under the covers with her. In actuality, it had been more like two hours, but Bucky didn’t want to disturb Y/N, especially with how peacefully she slept. He knew sleep didn’t come easy to her- hell, it didn’t come easy to any of them- so he decided it would be better to let her sleep, even if it did mean his arm would go numb.

“Buck, you should’ve left when the movie ended if you didn’t want to stay,” Y/N said and smiled softly at him. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, you know.” But, she did want him to stay, she wanted him to stay with her so she could finally tell him what they had both been waiting for.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind staying. Besides, your bed is warmer than mine.” He chuckled, his arms moving around her waist again. As Bucky laid there with Y/N, the only thing that was going through his mind was kiss her kiss her kiss her, she’s right there, kiss her kiss her. No matter how much he wanted to, he wouldn’t risk losing their friendship over his crush.

“Bucky,” Y/N said softly, her voice nervous and quiet. “I want to show you something, but you have to keep your eyes closed.”

“Okay, Doll. Just don’t do anything that’ll injure me.” Bucky said with a chuckle, his eyes shut tight. Y/N laughed at his little comment before she slowly moved forward, pressing her lips to Bucky’s for a slow, soft kiss. It took Bucky a moment to respond, but the next thing Y/N knew, her body was completely off the bed with her legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist as he kissed her back, his flesh hand on her cheek, his metallic one on her waist. He kissed her hard and fast, but he managed to keep his eyes closed the entire time. Once they both pulled away, needing air so they didn’t pass out, Bucky opened his eyes slightly. “If that kiss doesn’t mean anything to you, I need to know now, so I can leave and hide forever.” He told her breathlessly, the words I love you on the tip of his tongue.

Y/N laughed softly and kissed him again, this one short and soft. Once she pulled away, Y/N cupped his cheeks in her hands and rested her forehead against his, their noses brushing together. “I love you, Bucky Barnes. I’ve wanted to tell you that since I heard you tell Natasha you loved me over the phone.”

“Oh, thank god.” Bucky said and fell forward, trapping Y/N underneath his body as he kissed over her jaw and neck. “Say it- say it again- please.” He asked her in a desperate tone.

“I love you, I love you so much Bucky Barnes, I love you.” She said over and over, her hands winding through his hair to hold his lips against her skin.

“I love you, Y/N.”