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Sex Pollen

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Play Pretend by @wkemeup

When Bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help.

In The Dust by @metalbuckaroo

at a shack after a mission, Bucky realizes the ‘dust’ that he thought wouldn’t be effective anymore needs to be brought up. You insist partners are suppose to communicate with each other.

addicted to you by @bonky-n-steeb

you find Bucky to be irresistible after you both get affected by sex pollen.

Left Gasping For Air by @bucksfucks

doused with sex pollen, you & bucky are met with a difficult decision.

Take You There by @heli0s-writes

Sam plays a game called Fuck or Die. It's like he willed it into existence as you and Bucky explore the basement of an old Hydra lair.

Chemical Reactions by @slut4buckysarm

bucky barnes joining in on your solo mission was the worst part of the night. that was until the both of you got dosed with sex pollen.

Daisies by @rebeccccccaaa

Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen.

burning desire by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

after being sprayed with sex pollen on a mission gone wrong, bucky is the only man who can help you. the issue? you hate his guts.

A Piece of His Heart by @thefanbasewhore

Bucky has been struggling with himself for a few months now but never reaches out for help. In order to confront him, you lock him in the lab but only to find out it was on lockdown for a reason and you're now stuck to quarantine with him

only the two of us by @barnesafterglow

stuck together, you and bucky find yourselves in an unfortunate position (or maybe not)

Mean It by @gogolucky13

You and Bucky get trapped overnight in the safe house after a mission. Everything should be okay, except he's your ex and thanks to his carelessness, the situation gets a little more complicated.

Comply by @gogolucky13

With Hydra, everyone is a prisoner.

your hands have made some good mistakes : part 21 by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

The team comes home for a pre-Thanksgiving gathering. Everything is going swimmingly, until Thor breaks out the Asgardian whiskey.

Little Bit of Pollen by @simsadventures

You and Bucky are both Avengers, but that doesn’t mean you have to like each other. What happens when you two are the only one present when you breathe in a sex pollen?

Dosed by @moonstruckbucky

Sex pollen? Sex pollen.

keep your eyes on the road (aka an unexpected sex pollen adventure) by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Honestly, this is what Bucky gets for not listening to you.

for your own good by @witchywithwhiskey

bucky barnes is gifted a strange-looking plant but when you, his closest friend in avengers tower after steve rogers, touches the leaves, it lets out a strange cloud of pollen. both you and bucky soon feel the effects of the plant's pollen and, though bucky's worried about hurting you, you know he never would—and you need his help. desperately.

Petals by @biteofcherry

Bucky and reader is stuck in a cabin in the woods.

Desperate by @buckets-and-trees

Enemies? Rivals? It's always been reluctant teamwork between you and the Winter Soldier, but when put in a situation where personal feelings have to be put aside, maybe actual personal feelings are uncovered.

Thrill me, Fulfill me by @samodivaa

You agreed to help for one mission—now you are both lustful and carnal, affected by sex pollen—you are flint, he is tinder.

Imagine by @buckyalpine

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Chris Evans Fic Reccommendations

What’s a Tumblr? - @holylulusworld smut

Cockwarming - @nastybuckybarnes smut

Good Girls and Skype Calls - @youre-deadangel smut

Daddy’s Little Pet - @sinner-as-saint smut

A magical place - @fandomimaginestrash

F*** being friends - @smutsonian

Afternoon Delight - @christowhore smut

Wallets, Keys, and Bobby Pins - @marvelouscaptainrogers

Butterfly Effect - @fangirlovestuff

True Love - @coffee-with-bucky

Skinny - @stories-sometimes

Chaleur - @moonstruckbucky smut

I’m different - @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics

For a smile - @anika-ann

I knew you would - @slowly-writing

Basket Boy - @needleandhammer

The beauty within everything - @iguana-eyanna

Prom dates and broken hearts - @rogersevans

America’s sweetheart - @generallynerdy

A long, long time - @dem-obscure-imagines

What’s in his heart - @waiting4inspiration

Kiss cam - @thegettingbyp2

Say you love me - @bonky-n-steeb smut

Kiss cam - @speechlessxx

Got you - @hispecticulartreasure smut

Golden boy - @bucksfucks smut

Guys my age - @bucksfucks smut

Ruin our friendship - @bucksfucks smut

Pollen talks - @wadedickpool smut

Nature’s beauty - @biteofcherry smut

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— DRAGONS BANE, chapter seven ʾ ⋆

CHAPTER SEVEN – salt in the wound

index ; chapter one. chapter two. chapter three. chapter four. chapter five. chapter six. chapter seven. chapter eight. chapter nine.

summary ; it’s been weeks since aemond had brokered irritation between the velaryons and targaryens. the ordeal effortlessly brought him the cold shoulder from you. before jacaerys left king’s landing, he spent most of his time with you, much to aemond’s dismay.

pairings ; aemond targaryen x tyrell!reader , alluded jacaerys velaryon x reader

notes / warnings ; accidentally wrote this with capitalization 😍😍 mm enjoy my pining for aemond. mentions of fighting, cleaning wounds/applying cream, aemond doesn’t like touching his own face,, uhh aemond’s thoughts and aegon being weird

tags ; @gloryekaterina @andysnewgroove @mitsuyaws @vikingsisthenewsexy @signyvenetia @tina-theslytherin @thegreat-annamaria @sana-within-you @averageperhaps @ephemeralninon @sanguinalia @merakiaes @fancylisoo @miaowchan17 @thesnugglingduck @mistalli @rosedovve @itisjustwhatitis @fandoms8 @lizajane2 @sunscreenfeverdream @witchymermaid12 @marytvirgin @s0ph-3 @starddustt @redridingpants @aaleksmorozova @riddlerloveb0t @bcon24 @queenofshinigamis @myspy @ilovepornstaches-69 @woodandwaxwings @muddleofnervouswords @kittykat5742 @moonstruckbucky @tomshollandz @myspotofcraziness @jenoix @bluecatton @ashloonie @zanmorgan @preciouslosers @kirithewitch @m00n5t0ne-blog

Under the hardened cloak of melancholy and lamentation, Aemond has not been granted the privilege of seeing your face or hearing your voice. Truth be told, that was a lie. He had seen you, once or twice, but your face was screwed in an ugly grimace, paired with vile words that spewed out like venom.

It’s been weeks since he had squandered the goodwill and peace that was beginning to ignite between the Hightowers and Velaryons. Weeks since he had denounced Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon as nothing more than bastards – all because of a sly sneer and the haunting words of betrothal.

Yet all the same, you treated it as if it happened yesterday.

And since then, Aemond had been at constant ends with himself. So sure, he was once. But the dragon Aemond formerly was, was a dragon no longer. Instead, smiting itself and within the ashes that rained, a plump, pink pig oinks with discontent.

Aegon's annoying laughter, paired with the pubescent giggles of Jacaerys and Lucerys play in his mind like a haunting melody branded into his brain. He grimaces at the faint memory of his childhood.

Fire crackles and burns loudly within the hearth hall. Despite the layers woven of emerald green fabric that made his doublet, Aemond found succor within the dancing heat of orange flames. A book lays idle in his lap, open to a page he hasn’t bothered reading. Most likely, it was old proverbs and poetry, tales depicting the lessons and values of greater men.

Aemond found himself growing with unease at your prolonged absence. What was this feeling? The same burning desire that would only be extinguished by your presence – how else could he quell that feeling?

There is some good in you, Aemond.

His lip twitches.

We cannot rewrite what's already written in the stars.

Aemond feels a strange chagrin claw at his chest and burrow into the depths of his heart cavity. What was once warm, grew cold as he thought. How could the Gods be so cruel to a boy barely of ten? Was it because of his intense avidity to be a great dragonrider, like Aegon the Conqueror and his sister-wives, that made the Gods want to punish him? Was it his ambitious greed for power and control – the ability to change course of what once was?

Aemond wanted to summon the Gods themselves and demand an answer. Despite that, he didn’t think it would help with the foreign, intrusive thoughts that have kindled themself within him.

His mind soon churns as his thoughts turn to Jacaerys and Lucerys. The frigidity further festered and almost bordered on cruelty. There’s spite and anger towards the bastard boys who took his eye – the same bastard boys who would be the future line of succession. There was nothing royal about them; they were merely common, middleborns who happened to drop from the maidenhead of Princess Rhaenyra. 

He remembered how he felt the days after his outburst at the family feast. When the Velaryon family had stayed despite the coming storm, and when Jacaerys breathed fire into the growing discontempt. When he took your hand into his and paraded you around the Red Keep. Exchanging glares and sly sniggers.

I know you can be good.

It’s almost as if your words echo in the cavity of his mind, bleaching his anger and burning the hatred from the inside out. He inhales sharply, letting the same breath push from his nostrils. His chest rises and falls with a steady motion.

Was he entirely wrong? Should he have not burdened a festival night by calling his nephews bastards? He remembers very vividly the way your face fell when the word ‘Strong’ was uttered from his lips. The same face that contorted into anger when he confronted you.

They deserved it, he finally reconciles. Though, he assumed it’s more to quell the ache in his heart rather than be actual fact. The same humiliation they received was the same his mother and himself faced the very night he lost his eye, all those years ago. Humiliated, disgraced, and full of contempt.

A belch resonates within the air. It’s deep and guttural, no doubt the byproduct of Dornish wine. The peaceful silence that Aemond had secluded himself to was sullied by one sound.

Aemond raises his head, the ache in his neck becoming more prominent as he cranes his muscles to confirm his thoughts on the identity of the person who wanted to irk him – Aegon.

“Oftentimes, I believe there is wine rather than blood in your veins,” Aemond speaks, his tone even and almost cold.

“Would that not be impressive?”

Aemond deadpans, “It would not.”

His eye narrows at the sight of his brother's disappointed face, but Aemond returns his attention to the forgotten book decorated on his lap. There’s times when Aemond himself wished he was named Aegon. He was much more successful than his elder brother; he knew the arts of literature, he was a formidable warrior that grew successful by every evenfall, and he rode Vhagar, the largest dragon in the world. He’d be doing Aegon the Conqueror a service, not dragging his name through –

“What was the name of that Tyrell girl?” Aegon’s voice is like iron on dried whetstone – unpleasant and almost whiny.

Aemond looks up once more, his head turning much slower than before to give Aegon a pointed look. His brother looked unnerved by the action.

“(Y/N).” Your name is foreign on his lips. He hadn’t spoken it since the argument that happened between you both. He became reminiscent – an action that felt akin to second nature. He purses his lips, nose digging back into the book he wasn’t reading. A long, pointed index moves to trail the bottom of words – something he did to help solidify that he was reading and not thinking. Though, he felt that his brother probably wasn’t observant enough to notice the difference.

Aegon settles into a chair, the pegs of the furniture shrilling loud enough to make Aemond grimace, “She’s pretty, ain’t she?”

“She’s.. fair.” Aemond felt as if this was a trap.

Silence.

“‘Joy of Highgarden’,” he sing-songs, his words carrying an unmelodic ring, “hm?”

Aemond shuts the book in his lap with such ferocity that there’s a deep, thunderous boom when the leather bound cover kisses the aged parchment paper, “Why are you here?” The words were more harsh than he had intended, he’s unsure as to why.

“I cannot enjoy the company of my dearest brother?”

Aemond stares at Aegon. His elder brother never wanted to see him or spend time with him, not unless he desired something that only with Aemond’s help he would get. Years prior when they were nothing but children, Aegon would’ve only seen Aemond to ridicule his little brother in front of his nephews. Now that Aemond was a dog with a rabid bite, Aegon knew better than to stick his nose where it didn’t belong and instead, left his scourge behind and opted his brother for usage.

“Ser Criston expects you for your midday training.”

Ah, yes, the infamous extended hand of his mother's wrath. When Aemond had ridiculed his nephews, he noted that Ser Criston didn’t hold back and often used movements unseemly of a Kingsguard. Aemond wasn’t one to care for honor like his mothers sworn shield had, but it did irk him when Ser Criston swept his legs from under him, his back colliding with the dirt floor. He didn’t enjoy the gasps that followed from the crowd that had gathered to watch.

Ser Criston had effectively dismantled the one-eyed dragon, and he didn’t think he’d let that go.

Aemond rises from his chair, sweeping the book in his grasp to tuck underneath his arm. He and Aegon share a wordless exchange, a message that hopefully Aegon would understand. Aemond saunters out of the room, the notable sound of armor clanking as he passes the threshold of the door. He doesn’t need to turn his head to know that it’s Ser Erryk falling in to step behind him.

Aemond passes the long stretch of hallway that meets the corridor of Maegor’s Holdfast. He had grown so used to the map of the Red Keep that he thought if he was blind, he could navigate it easily without the aid of someone else. He continues forward, steps light and almost deafened by the clanking of Ser Erryk’s boots behind him. Aemond reaches the courtyard of the holdfast, turning on his heel to the spiraled steps of the royal apartments. He climbs them easily, legs long and allowing him to skip a step at a time.

He reaches the level his quarters are located and moves towards it. He opens his door, leaving it ajar as he navigates his way through the dimly lit aura of his quarters to place the book in a safe space. He leaves, shutting the door behind him before allowing his feet to carry himself back to the bailey of the keep.

He reaches a corner and notices a body making a beeline for him. He sidesteps and watches the mess of blues flail about into the chest of Ser Erryk. Aemond has to stifle the whicker that threatens to spill. Ser Erryk helps you gather your bearings, your head shooting to the side to cast Aemond a glare that parallels the combined wrath of the Seven Hells. Ser Erryk’s profuse apologies are quickly casted aside.

“Are you laughing at my misfortune?”

Aemond is surprised that this is the string of words that dances its way through the air and into his ears. They’re light and free of anger, drastically different from the story your eyes told.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Aemond quips back, his voice like honeyed silk; threading itself into a weave of fabric that softens your resolve. Despite the charades, the game of faces, and the deceit you’ve conjured the past fortnight, you've missed the sly remarks of Aemond Targaryen. It’s almost evident in the way your gaze softens, the blazing wrath kindling down to nothing more than forlorn. “No bastard trailing after you, my lady?”

The fire reignites and your gaze darkens at his words. You didn’t miss that.

Scoffing audibly, “You are truly intolerable, Aemond.”

Despite the insult, Aemond’s lips twitch upwards into a small smile, “I should have your tongue for such slander.”

“Yet here I stand, tongue intact.” You raise your head, jutting your chin out. You both stare at each other;  Aemond’s is lustrous and goading, clearly enjoying the scene that was unfolding, while yours is defiant and testing, obviously unhappy with his previous statement.

“My prince, I don’t mean to interrupt–”

“Then don’t.” Aemond is quick to respond. He casts Ser Erryk a look, the softness he once bore now melting away like ice near a flame – the coldness returning. Ser Erryk blinks quietly back at him and Aemond suddenly remembers he’s needed elsewhere. He clears his throat. “I am seeing Cole in the courtyard, if you want to accompany me.”

“So I can watch him knock you to the ground?” He should probably be offended, but the fire you’ve shown him here and there is doing everything to make him rapt. He loves it.

“You can only hope.” He dips his head in farewell, his blue eye maintaining its gaze on you. He turns and with a whip of his hair (it seems to have a mind of its own), Aemond returns to his journey towards the outdoor courtyard nestled by the exterior postern of the castle.

He reaches it slower than he intended. The luscious, raven curls of Criston Cole were easy to spot within the small throng that littered the courtyard. He moves toward him, Ser Erryk abandoning him. Ser Criston’s head raises when Aemond nears, allowing a polite greeting of Aemond’s title to leave his mouth.

The next actions that transpire are a silent ritual. Each man allows padded leather to fall over their torsos, serving as a shield from the iron that would attack the protected cavity of their organs.

He casts a glance over the steppe, his eyes observing the faces of each person that’s starting to form a crowd. He’s almost disappointed until his eyes trail to the scaffolding where two figures, one adorned in blue and the other yellow, stood side by side, arms interlocked. Behind, there is a Kingsguard he can’t recognize. He sucks in his bottom lip, sinking his teeth into the flesh before turning his attention back to Cole.

A steward brings Aemond a wooden shield.

Ser Criston enters the small ring dotted with rock markers and Aemond follows. It’s Ser Criston who moves first, swinging his morningstar above his head just enough to create momentum and send the weapon into a steady circle. Aemond steadies himself, eye darting to observe the way Ser Criston stood.

Ser Criston is the first to swing, but his attack misses its mark and Aemond jumps away. They continue like this, playing their game of cat and mouse as you observe their behavior.

Aemond is smooth and calculating, like a watersnake dancing around its opponent. Ser Criston is more or less the same, his steps teetering as he tries to maneuver a mistake out of Aemond. Despite the shrewdness of Ser Criston’s movements, every time he swings the morningstar, it’s brash and brazen – a fury of attacks that attempt to hit their mark.

Iron meets iron and there’s the ringing of metal that sings its way through the air as Aemond deflects each blow. He’s stepping to the side and ducking underneath each swing. He’s graceful the way he moves and it’s mesmerizing, leading you to become almost in awe of his movements. Aemond would surely grow to become a renowned warrior.

Some of the attacks made by Ser Criston land, eliciting sharp gasps and groans to leave the prince. Aemond hisses at the pain, his mouth thinning into a tight line as his attacks become flurried – anger evident in each swing that Aemond does. Ser Criston swings his morningstar once more and it collides with the wooden barrier of Aemond’s shield. It splinters and sends a rippling tingle up his arm.

“You shan’t succumb to your emotions.”

Aemond seems to mind himself when the words force themselves in short syllables from Ser Criston’s mouth. His anger subsides as quickly as it comes.

Soon, the attacks slow and become sluggish. With a final swing from Ser Criston, Aemond parries the blunt of the morningstar, his sword sliding against the iron with a shrilling screech. Aemond follows his sword through and abruptly turns on his heel, driving behind Ser Criston to hold the edge of the blade to his throat. There’s a small smile that creeps upon your lips and you see Helaena clap her hands in delight at the scene that unfolded.

“You’re learning quickly.” Ser Criston remarks after a moment. He moves a tuft of black hair out of his face, “You’ll be a warrior in no time.”

“Save your flatteries for someone else.” Aemonds words are harsh, bearing the fire of a dragon. He twirls the hilt of the shortsword in his grasp, the blade spinning with momentum as Aemond lowers it to his side. He turns, walking away from his master-at-arms. With the adrenaline dwindling down to nothingness, Aemond begins to feel his skin become tender. There’s a dull ache, one that causes him to grimace as he lifts the sword to place back into its socket on the armory rack.

You and Helaena move down from the scaffolding, steps slow so as to not tumble down the flight. The princess is waddling at this point, belly plump and round underneath the luxurious fabrics of her samite gown. Helaena suddenly moans softly, her hand moving to rub at the protrusion of her stomach. She sighs, shaking her head and gently declining the help of her Kingsguard.

“As much as I enjoy the fresh air, the babe doesn’t agree.” She says, her eyes fluttering from the floor to your face. You give her a smile and move forward to hold her hand. Her dark brows furrow slightly as she chews on her bottom lip, “It has eyes, though I believe it cannot see.”

Confusion sprawls across your face at her words, her once enlightened expression had now turned sour, “Helaena?”

“It has eyes, but it cannot see,” Helaena continues, her voice almost pleading for a fragment of understanding. She raises a hand to her head, a tired sigh falling from her lips. “Excuse me.”

Without another word, Helaena takes her leave with the Kingsguard following close behind. You open your mouth to object, but Helaena is already too many paces ahead to call out for. You sigh and take a look around the yard, your posture straightening at the sight of Aemond. He turns his head and locks eyes with you, his stare unwavering. Taking that as your cue to join him, your legs carry you to where he stood.

“You’re here.” You almost confuse the statement for pleasantry and surprise on his part. 

“Unfortunately,” You respond, your arms clasping behind your back as you circle Aemond. He’s fiddling with the hilts of the training swords that adorned the armory rack. “You’re bleeding.”

Aemond’s finger gingerly touches his cheek. When he pulls it away, there’s a smear of crimson on the pad of his forefinger. He smacks his lips and rubs it against the darkness of his clothes. “Just a scratch.”

“It’ll be much more if you leave it.” You sounded like his mother; fretting over small things that shouldn’t warrant worry. He hums in response, his hands rubbing at the tenderness that started to scream. He grimaces, but bites back the sharp inhale. Aemond feels as though the soreness is comforting – a reminder that he is indeed human. “There’s ointments for such things.”

He looks up to shoot you a look, but says nothing. His gaze travels down to give you a proper once over. He didn’t notice earlier that your dress had Myrish silver lace decorating the hems. He blinks and decides to lead the way back into the safety of the Red Keep. You assume he wants to keep your company – when you fall into step beside him, he only casts you a glance without a word of refusal.

A whirlwind of thoughts takes your mind. This was going to be the first time you and Aemond were going to be together, alone, after the incident. Undoubtedly, you were hurt. You thought the time spent together, you could help quell the distraught that lingered in his mind. You wanted him so desperately to be something other than a brooding mess of intangible feelings – constantly haunted by the premonitions of the past.

Helaena had told you once or twice about how.. content Aemond was during his childhood. He had both eyes and an affinity for dragons, reading, and sword fighting. She told you about how he used to do anything to make her laugh and how he pretended to be intrigued at her collection of insects. He was sweet once upon a time, she said.

Seeing that kindness he had – the one he had shown to you freely at the night of the festival – made you want to see more. 

You reach his room and he opens the door. There’s a fire stoked now, a fresh blaze swelling within the hearth.

You take a look around. His room is quaint, but larger than yours. It’s ridiculously tidy, almost as if no one lived in the room. There’s a painting above the hearth, one of Aegon the Conqueror and his dragon, Balerion. Aegon is waving his sword in the air and Balerion is shooting flames from his mouth.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch as Aemond fiddles with the contents of his bookshelf. When he pulls away, there’s a small box that he holds in his grasp. When he sits at his table and opens it, you notice that there’s ointments and herbs filling the space.

“Are you a maester now?”

He looks up through the lashes of his one eye and narrows it. You click your tongue and suck in a breath, exhaling out a small, unsure ‘okay’. You walk around the room, noticing that his blankets are black and the Tyroshi carpet is a forest green. You raise your brow and settle on a nearby chair close to the fire.

You’re watching him curiously as he fiddles with the things within the box. Why did he have this in his room? Was he uncomfortable being around a maester?

It seems as if he hears your thoughts.

“The last time I saw a maester, I was told I’d lost my eye.” Aemond unclasps the dragon buckles of his coat, shedding the layer before rolling up the sleeves of his dark tunic. There’s welts littering the pale skin – welts that are slowly forming giant purple contusions. You frown at the sight of aged, yellowed blotches.

He doesn’t say anything more to elaborate, but you assume he’s cynical about the ordeal. 

He pulls out a container of ointment, spreading a thin layer on top of the bruises that were starting to form. It was something to help cease the swell, you reckon. You continue to watch silently as deft fingers rummage through the box. He pulls out something, popping it into his mouth and chewing it carefully.

Aemond moves his attention to his palm, examining it as if something bothered the skin. He then starts to pick at the soft flesh, his mouth forming into a tight line. He grunts in frustration and hollows his cheeks, chewing on the tissue that meets his teeth. His eye flicks to you and you raise a brow.

“I need–” The words fail to leave him. He looks down at the table, uncertainty pooling in his stomach and causing heat to redden the tips of his ears. He’s glad his hair is down and in the way, he didn’t need to hear any sly quips about it. “Can you–”

Deciding it’s enough torture for him, you get up from your seat and grab the piece of cloth that he holds up. You dab at the blood that’s trickled from the cut on his cheek. 

“I wonder, who would have helped you if I wasn’t here?” You say, not missing the way his eyelashes of his eye flutters closed. Your fingers are leaving ghostly kisses on his skin, sending waves of comfort. He finds himself desiring to lean into the touch.

He wants to retort and claim he didn’t need any help, rather, he wanted your help. Then again, he didn’t want to stroke the flame of something bigger. He opts to stay silent.

“No other companion.. or, friend.”

Aemond knows what you’re trying to get at. As much as he would like to say it, he doesn’t think the words would be allowed to come out of his mouth. To express gratitude was hard enough, but to allow this.. aching to become real by muttering words of its presence? He sucks in his bottom lip and chews on it. He decided he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.

Once the blood is wiped away, you rummage through the ointments. Your nose wrinkles at the sight of some, but when Aemond’s hand moves to swat yours, you scoff. He, however, meant no ill-will, and instead, plucks the right container out of the box and hands it to you.

“Perhaps I’ll forsake you once more.”

Aemond turns his head slightly to give you a pointed look. The look could’ve been mistaken for daring, or even a simple plea. He doesn’t like the way those words sing freely from your mouth – a threat. The last few weeks without you, in his opinion, was intolerable. Dull affairs had only soured his days and he found himself wanting the fiery companion he had taken for granted.

“Don’t.” The simple word is enough to elicit a smile from you.

You hum in almost agreement, a noise that is squandering his thoughts about you abandoning him, “I thought you’d lost your voice, Aemond.”

Seven Gods, he loved the way his name rolled off your tongue. He had missed it – missed everything.

“Little flower.” The nickname that he’s conjured for you sends a flutter to your heart. His voice is deep and almost wanting. “I.. I..”

His words trail off again and his mouth runs dry. After a moment, you nod your help and gently dab the ointment onto the cut. He didn’t have to say it, but the way his gaze softens and the way he chokes out the beginning of it, is enough for you. It’s a step toward something better.

“I know.” I can see it, you thought.

When you move away, his hand reaches out for your wrist. You look back at him and he’s beautiful under the warm glow.

“Thank you,” he swallows, “for helping me.”

You give him another smile and nod, mumbling out a small ‘you’re welcome’. You place the ointment jar back in the box, leaving his side to return to the kindling fire. You stare at the flames whilst you hear the commotion of glass bottles clinking together. The box shuts and his feet thud against the floor.

“I missed you.”

You turn out of surprise and notice his back is to you. He’s facing the bookshelf, arms against the shelves to steady himself as he stands. With the way he doesn’t move, you’re almost sure you imagined the soft-spoken words.

“You’re a radiance within the dull tenebrosity of this Keep.”

The words warm your heart.

“You’re a maester and a poet,” you tease, biting back the grin that was surly peeking behind the veil of your lips. Aemond turns his head just slightly, his lips puckering. Though, he can’t help the short exhale that shoots from his nose. He’s heard that one too many times, but hearing it from you is something else entirely.

He allows a small smile to curl the corners of his lips. It’s not a sly smirk that he’s shown Jacaerys, or a goading grin that Aegon sometimes saw, but it was a real smile. Gentle and soft. A smile that he once only smiled when he was a child.

You nibble on your lip, hands moving to fiddle with one another in front of your body, “If you must know, I missed you too.” The words of confession are scary, no doubt, and it's evident in the way your voice wavers. Aemond fully turns now, his eye drinking in your appearance. You’re ethereal against the backlash of the orange glow of the fire. There’s something in him that wants to engrave it in his memory and keep it for all eternity.

Aemond feels as if he needs to swallow the bile that will fester in his throat if he voices his thoughts. The first time he did that, you two formed an unspoken bond. He liked the comfort he found within you and he decided that if he wanted to keep you around, he needed to be sensitive and in tune with his emotions – no matter how uncomfortable it seemed for him. It worked the first time, there wasn’t a doubt it wouldn’t do so now.

“I was wrong.” He says, moving slowly towards you. His steps are heavy and thudding against the wooden floorboards. “I shouldn’t have agitated my nephews.”

Your brows raise and your mouth barely parts as you sharply inhale. He’s close now, his next words dropping an octave and lowering to a whisper. It’s enough to send a tingling sensation down your spine.

“I see that now.”

With his proximity, his words go in one ear and out the other. You’re blinded by the intoxicating scent he carries. It’s a mixture of sandalwood, some peppers, and his own musk. It’s heavenly and it forces your eyes to shut with a flutter, an involuntary, deep inhale following.

You should be upset, pushing him and demanding why he was so difficult. You wanted to ask him what weighed so heavily on consciousness that he felt the need to ruin moments of happiness. But then, he looked so pretty and he smelled heavenly. It was enough to lull you into a peaceful serenity, a willingness to do whatever he wanted.

Perhaps it was the effect of the pretty words he sang, or the sandalwood that wafted into your nostrils.

He raises a hand, his blue eye scanning your face. His touch is ghostly over your skin, the calloused skin of his finger pads barely touching the velvet of your face. He cups your cheek with his hand and you lean into his touch, your own hand enclosing over his wrist.

“Aemond.”

He hums, head moving closer to yours. This is the same feeling he had felt rupturing within him when you gave him a kiss. It’s lingering, this time, and it’s more softer than before. The tip of his nose then nudges against your face. You find yourself leaning forward, but Aemond pulls away enough to see your face.

Remembrance of his nephew and yourself cozying up together floats to the front of his brain. He almost frowns at the thought, the corners of his lips twitching downward. He recalls how elated you looked when Jace took your hand into his and invited you for a dance.

“What about Jacaerys?” His tone is partially flat when the name is spoken. He doesn’t like the coil of dithering and resentment that winds itself around his organs, crushing them with a white-hot intensity. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, a habit.

“Forget about Jacaerys,” you plead. when his hands leave your face, you’re quick to grab him by the shoulders and pull him back to the close proximity. you were exchanging breaths at this point, each air fanning over the others face. Your heart feels as if it’s going to burst out of your chest as his eye searches yours, uncertain.

He’s the first to move. It’s slow, near a snail-pace, until his lips gently brush against yours. They’re soft and warm when he finally connects his with yours. Drastically different from the first kiss, this one is easy and free from any hesitancy or mistake. It’s blinding, becoming more facile when his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. You part your lips and Aemond moves forward, pushing you to look up at him as he kisses you from atop. His grip on your jaw becomes a tad tighter as his kiss turns more passionate, an obvious sign of a voiceless confession for his feelings.

It’s as easy as breathing to kiss him now.

He pulls away and sharply inhales, his eye slowly opening as it searches your face. You’re slow to copy his action – deciding instead to savor the taste of him on your lips. You hum in content, eyes drawing open after a moment.

“That’s much better.”

A ghostly smile raises the corner of his lips up and he moves forward to give you another kiss.

The thought of Jacaerys lingers and burns a hole deep into his mind.

[wisteriaandwafers]

I’m making another one

(Part 1) - because there’s a tagging limit

It’s because of the fact that I’ve read some really good fluff recently and everyone else should as well. Also exam procrastination as always

Some parent ones in Tommy section, but most of the rest are mutual pining, best friends, cute misunderstandings working themselves out, Early relationship things, and shenanigans

Peaky blinders but it’s really just Tommy

Keep us safe by @zablife

The resolution was like taking a deep breath

Tachipen and two Shelby men

Swimming lessons by @vintunnavaa

This one in particular I read and reread a lot and I can’t exactly pinpoint why I love it so much

gentle love, who you love

Drabble by @acewritesfics, a daughters return

They happen to both be cute kid fics

Well, what about the Dog by @runnning-outof-time

I’m a big fan of when Tommy’s wife doesn’t give him a choice regarding domestic things. It’s very fun for me

The silver lining

well spoken by @notyour-valentine

This man and finding himself around intelligent women 🤝

Under his Eye by @queenshelby

This one creeps me out a bit because HT creeps me out but I so want to know what happens next

Lurking in the shadows by @pherelesytsia

This one is a very cute Halloween fic

It was an accident by @kiki0005

The aftermath of the accident is cute and funny

Afternoon Shelby Chaos by @teenwolf-theoriginals

This whole collection based on this family is very locute. They’re so loving and 🥰

A friend literally said to me years ago, every time I open your phone you’re reading Bucky fics, and it’s still true:

Well not so much anymore but I still read:

Blurb by @angrythingstarlight

Because bee is the cutest baby ever

Valentine by @softlyspector

Pining and hesitant action is my jam in fics

Though I have never read it by @tuiccim

It’s ongoing but I’m really enjoying it

All wrapped up by @jobean12-blog

It’s a Chrismatime fic and it’s adorable!

I like you a latte by @moonstruckbucky

It’s a coffee shop au what more do you need

Easy by @jadedvibes

It’s the cute beginnings of a relationship and they’re being all sweet and learning each other

Bribe the super by @real-jane

There’s a heat wave, there’s an entangled friend group, and they both sort of stalk each other with help from a store owner.

When morning comes by @pellucid-constellations

Besties at different points but they try and remain connected at heart and 😍

These one are Steve fics:

Mini matchmaker by @avengerofyourheart

Christmas cute kid fic

First date by @navybrat817

They go on a cute date and deal with a mini, kind of funny misunderstanding

My favourite what if part 2 by @imhereforbvcky

There’s drunk coffee, gardening, Sarah Rogers, and forever in love besties

Pick Her poison

Coffee shop meet cute

Then of course because I am a child of this millennium, some TASM! Peter as well, not all, but most:

Zoo blurb by @webslingingslasher

Honestly, I’m not sure which Peter this is but it’s cute

I swear I don’t know who that man is

Tarrent is indeed a character and the whole thing is a journey

Like me, like you by @privateanxieties

I don’t know why I enjoy body switch stories but I do And I am anxiously awaiting the finale

Shampoo and heartbreak. Apple stem

Pairing by @spider-stark

It’s a case of shenanigans stemming from pining and I’m a fan

Bloody love by @parkerpeter24

This one is kinda sad

Daughters will love like you do by @waitimcomingtoo

Babysitter!peter helps everyone

Some light voyeurism

This one by @forever-rogue

Spidey identity and anxiety fueled decisions. It all works out very nicely

Meet cute. By @helplesslyinlovewithcharacters

Meet cute and is very cute

You ain’t nothing by @withahappyrefrain

Actually just read all her Peter stuff. The mob!peter au 🥰 like this one

Forest scenario by @vendettaparker

Text message fic

Webbed troubles by @curseofaphrodite

They’re both so stupid and I love it !!!

Hey babe I love you by @oracleofapollon

It’s best friends to lovers

Stranger things, but it’s really just Steve + Eddie fics

Baby by @cosmal

It’s so cute

Crush by @call-me-eds

There’s a misunderstanding but it’s not what you think

Wayne’s world by @queenimmadolla

A sudden birth I cried so much

It’s a date by @luveline

And no, he does not stop staring even after the date

Waiting for forgiveness by @iveseenstrangerthings

There’s a party, there’s a misunderstanding, they’re besties

Secrets out by @steddielvr

Well that kid can’t keep his mouth shut

Best friends and cosmos by @taylorbrooke1230

I like those you’re just noticing!? Moments

Safe space by @chervbs

So 🥰

Tied with a bow by @angrymilfs

There’s Flowers and cuteness

This one by @plainemmanem

They’re coworkers this time and someone is smitten

Nothing compares by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Later life and smiles

Oops I love you by @earthgirl616

Just best friends they say

Then all the others that I can’t categorize but still love and cherish :

Horacio Carillo

This blurb by @tropes-and-tales

Alone for the holidays, love struck

Just like always by @drabbles-mc

Din djarin

Significant by @softlyspector

This one is a case of I don’t even go here. But I just about die for mutual pining and this one has it

Andy barber

What Andy wants by @theycallmebecca

I like this one. One person not realizing what everyone else sees clearly. 

Matt Murdock

You what? By @babyboiboyega

Coffee shop woes by @courtforshort15

F1 imagine

Forgive me, what? By @lovingperfectionsblog

[scrumptious-delusion]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟwip word game

rules: you will be given a word. you’ll share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

thanks for the tag gorgeous @intrepidacious, absolutely love that you chose the word “sand” 🤭 these are all from my wip treacherous part two 🤠

S - Steve and Bucky lift their hands simultaneously, each placing a bullet in the lawmen who come rushing down the stairs.

A - And very naked.

N - “Natasha.” It’s Steve who says it, his tone severe.

D - Definitely should’ve shackled my ankles.

no pressure tags: @perdidosbucky-yyo @moonstruckbucky @brandycranby & anyone else who wants to do this 🤍 the word is rose 🌹

[heli0s-writes]

hi!! i'm itching for some good steve/reader fics and i've already read all of urs so... just wondering if you have any author/fic recs!! <33

Hiya!! I haven't been reading too much but are some Steve writers I follow!!! Enjoy their massive talent~ :

@evanstarff (steve masterlist) / @wkemeup (masterlist) / @allaboardthereadingrailroad (masterlist) / @avintagekiss24 (steve masterlist) / @kashimos-hajime (marvel masterlist) / @fanfic-scribbles (steve) / @fvckingavengers (masterlist) / @moonstruckbucky (masterlist) / @cake-writes (steve) / @a-splash-of-stucky (steve) / @captain-kelli (masterlist)

and justanothersong on AO3 - which is currently down for maintenance!

[chloe-skywalker]

barbie or oppenheimer // ketchup or mustard // crinkled fries or curly fries // robots or dinosaurs // silly hats or silly socks // spring or autumn // harry potter or lord of the rings (ehh) // vacation or staycation // day or night // board games or video games // books or movies // money or love // milkshake or iced coffee // waffles or pancakes // chocolate or candy // beach or pool // laundry or dishes (neither) // take-out or dine-out // fantasy or sci-fi // lays or pringles

@harryspet @j0elmill3r @the-new-fanfic-order @imaginingyourfandom @ezm-imagines @kaunis-sielu @moonstruckbucky @uniqueimagines

[buckrecs]

hi i don’t know if you’re still taking requests but i sent one before your account got deleted, it was about recs for miscommunication trope! i understand if you aren’t taking requests rn, love your blog!!!

Miscommunication

masterlist | req masterlist

I remember finishing this request on my previous account.. so I tried my best to remember the fics that I read before!

almost believing by @intrepidacious

You and Bucky aren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment. That doesn't mean you're getting out of having to pretend to be married for a mission.

Out of Mind by @rassvetsky

Falling in love with you terrified Bucky, enough to push you away. He was sure that it's better this way. But merely a week later, when you disappear without a trace, Bucky realized that he couldn't handle being without you.

best kept by @real-jane

“You deserve pretty things.”

Tell Me Which One is Worse (Living or Dying First) by @nightowlwriting

you are in love with bucky barnes. for a long time, the both of you were joined at the hip but then your team stops being paired with his on missions. he stops inviting you over for movie nights. when it finally looks like things are looking up, you hear bucky talking with steve and... it's not good.

I Need Him Like Water by @pellucid-constellations

You think Bucky’s having an affair. He thinks… well you aren’t sure what he thinks. But he must notice the living room light is left on. Every night.

listen to me, not just my words by @lilacletter

you and bucky had been close friends for a long time. when lines get blurred within your friendship, miscommunication arises and things take a turn for the worst. you both learn that your tone can sometimes mean much more than your words.

Worthy Miscommunication by @carryonmywaywardbucky

You had been planning this surprise with your roommate from college for months. He owned a drive in movie theater in Upstate and owed you a favor. The only problem was that setting this surprise up was going to take a lot of your time and energy. Bucky saw your friend’s name pop up in a message on your phone and instantly thought the worst.

Barnes’ Miscommunication by @teebarnes

Bucky was an idiot, and he tend to push away things he loved, and that included you. When he hurt you, he didn’t realise his apology would be too late. He didn’t know about your past with hydra, which made the situation, worse.

A Long Ways Away by @ai-unknown

Connection, reconnection, and a small miscommunication. Bucky will travel however far, if it means making you smile.

Some Other Guy by @espinosaurusrexex

Everything was finished: the buffet was ready with sweet goodies, people were wearing their ugliest Christmas sweaters, and the music spread Christmas spirit wherever it reached. But you were still not enjoying it as much as you should. Something was missing, but what could you have possibly forgotten?

Say Love by @moonstruckbucky

You and Bucky are at a stand-still in your relationship, all because neither of you can say three little words.

Miscommunication by @espinosaurusrexex

You’re the new recruit with mind-controlling abilities and Bucky hates it. But after avoiding you for a while and being responsible for several dangerous situations because of it, Bucky is asked to resolve his issues with you. He’s not amused, but amazing things can happen when people are trapped in elevators and it makes Bucky realize that, maybe, you’re not as awful as he thought.

out of the woods by @buckyseddie

in which, their relationship is a very complicated and rocky relationship that they both have to fight for.

There’s no better love that ever has loved me by @marvelingatthewonder

“This is an apology pizza. Please take it or I will start crying right here.” + ”Okay, when you say love, do you mean love as in like loving pizza or as in love, love?” + “If love was easy, we’d be writing songs about better things. Like pizza.”

[buckets-and-trees]

Part two of the extravaganza was all about gifting a bit of love back to this fandom: reblogging some of the stories and writers I’ve read this year to show some appreciation and support AND of course to get you some reading recommendations to kick off the new year! So... here's the wrap up of:

One Day of Many Presents

NOT Steve or Bucky

His Timeless Love by @artsynellyyy 23.5k K’uk’ulkan (Namor), smut, angst

Cause That's When I'll See You Again by @writing-for-marvel 2.5k DBF!Ari Levinson, smut, angst, fluff

All the Time by @geminixevans-stan 3.6k Nick Fowler x Reader x Lloyd Hansen, smut, dark

From Eden by @galatially 1.2k Matt Murdock, smut

The Devil You Don't Know by @sweeterthanthis 850 Destroyer!Chris x reader x Nick Fowler, smut

Thunderstruck by @the-iceni-bitch 800ish Thor, smut

Better Boyfriend by @ghostlytyrantpeach 700 Natasha, relationship tension, seduction

When You Know by @thecornerlot 300 Ari Levinson, fluff

Steve Rogers

No Strings Attached by @viperbarnes 15.8k smut, exes to lovers

Dance in the Dark by @honeystevie 3.9k Ghost!Steve, smut, dark

A Price to Pay by @navybrat817 Mob!Steve, smut, non/dub-con

Waiting for this Moment by @iwantutobehapppier 2.3k smut, dark, dub-con

The Mission by @nekoannie-chan 800 angst

Bucky Barnes

One-shots:

Made to Suffer by @moonstruckbucky angst, smut

Almost by @samthemarvelfan modern AU, smut, angst (that gets resolved)

I Hate You by @junipermuses 4.3k smut, enemies

Observation by @cockslutpadalecki 1.6k smut, Bucky x reader watching Steve and his reader

Defiant by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky 1.5k smut, angst, fluff

Spiral of Need by @jobean12-blog 1.5k smut

You're My Home by @bonky-n-steeb "baby making sex"

Work Wife by @buckyalpine fluff

Dead of Night by @bucksfucks 2.4k Winter Soldier, smut

Slaughter by @lunarbuck 2.1k Winter Soldier, smut

Little Lily by @raysheart Mob!Bucky, fluff

Overheated by @sgt-seabass 1.6k Dark Alpha!Bucky, smut,

All Dressed In White by @angrythingstarlight 3.5k Dark Mafia!Bucky, smut, non-con/dub-con

Ready to Comply by @adrinktostopyourthirst 4.4k dark reader, smut

Legally Yours by @syntheticavenger 2.9k Dark!Bucky, smut, non-con, dub-con

The Price of Loyalty by @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy 2.6k Dark!Bucky, non-con

Sunday Worship by @bucky-barnes-diaries-library 3.1k Catholic Priest!Bucky, smut, dark/taboo

You Took My Breath Away by @callingsergeantbarneslibrary 2.6k Demon!Mafia!Bucky, smut

Long Fics:

Handshakes in the Dark by @christywantspizza 7.7k Demon!Bucky, smut, dark

Fly Me to the Moon by @khimili 7.5k smut and fluff

Don't Fear the Reaper by @dreamlessinparis 5.6k Death!Bucky, smut, soft dark

Tight Spaces by @boxofbonesfic 5.8k Alpha!Bucky, smut, dubcon

Series:

Your Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes by @thenhewaswrongaboutme SERIES, smut (Stucky in final chapters)

Incubus by @after-avenging-hours SERIES Incubus!Bucky, smut

Safe With Me by @bitsandbobsandstuff SERIES

Heaven (won't) Help You by @targaryenvampireslayer SERIES, smut, dark

Lost by @sunshinebuckybarnes 1.9k fluffy part one, smutty part two

It's a Deal by @justreadingfics SERIES, smut, "acquaintances to fuck buddies to lovers?"

Codename: Lazarus by @sagechanoafterdark multi-part, smut, angst, feelings

Stucky x Reader

Vampire Roommates AU by @straywords 2 parts, smut

An Artist and an Engineer by @late-to-the-party-81 SERIES smut, modern AU

Never Let You Go by @bitsandbobsandstuff 3 parts, smut, dark

Crash Pad by @fanfic-scribbles 7.8k fluff

Sidejob by @lilacwineandthesinkingsun 5.2k smut

Fic that went PUBLISHED

Blood Brothers by @caffiend-queen modern vampire AU with Steve and James, dark and feels and smutty

Aspen's Holiday Extravaganza 2022

December 2022

"Eight days of presents followed by one day of many presents."

-Seth Cohen, The OC

As a millennial, Chrismukkah seeped into my blood, and so here we are. I know I'm not some big fanfic author name around here, but I want to do something fun for the holidays because...my holidays and my life look very different this year.

So.

I will be bringing eight days of presents (December 18th-25th31st) followed by one day of many presents (December 26January 1). The first eight days will be new pieces of writing from me, and day nine will be a big surprise.

Eight Days of Presents...

Dec 18: Tiny Vessels Steve x Reader

Dec 19: Idle Hands Stucky x Reader

Dec 20: King mob boss!Steve x Reader

Dec 22: Consort Namor x Reader*

Dec 23: Christmas Eve Eve Bucky x Reader, side Sam

Dec 25: With You Steve x Reader

Dec 26: Sketch of Sam and Natasha Nat x Sam*

Dec 31: Fire Burning From a Cedar Tree royal!Steve x royal!reader*

*contains smut or sexual situations

[captain-kelli]

we’ve got a big announcement today

IT’S MY WIFEY’S BIRTHDAY!!! Y’ALL GO GIVE @moonstruckbucky​ ALL THE LOVE. 

Drown her with Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers gifs. Give her stories a read (I’m partial to Come Over and the Recruit, myself). BOOP THAT NOSE.

I love ya, Meg. You are fierce and loyal and hilarious and so, so loving. I’m lucky you’re in my life! 

Let’s celebrate with some tequila this week, yeah?

[floatingpetals]

@moonstruckbucky replied to your post “lol wow. Apparently, a ‘fan’ got Seb’s hotel information and tried to...”

what the actual fuck is wrong with people? if someone followed them to their hotel, wouldn't you think that'd make them uneasy? why is it okay to them to do it to celebrities?

That’s a great fucking question. I would love to meet him, but no fucking way am I ever going to stalk him to his hotel. I know when I had a guy follow me home it freaked me the fuck out, so I can completely understand why he would be so upset. It doesn’t get the ‘fan’ brownie points with him either. It’s fucking creepy. 

[averyrogers83]

Cuddles and a Movie

I feel like such a flake, but I think I may be finally catching up on some way over due writing. I’m sorry that this is so late, but real life, depression and all that stuff can prevent you from doing something you enjoy.  I am my own worst critic and when you’re not totally into it you feel like you’re just wasting people’s time.  Anyway I’m sorry for this being late, but here it is. 

Title: Cuddles and a Movie Author: @averyrogers83 Warnings: fluff Word Count:   Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: You had been feeling under the weather which resulted in missing out on Tony’s annual Halloween bash.  Lucky for you someone thought spending time with you was more important than being around a crowd of people. A/N: This is purely fictional even though the locations are real.  This is for my submission to @moonstruckbucky

Natasha and Wanda insisted that you stay in bed and get better, even though you were adamant that you were feeling better and wanted to attend Tony's annual Halloween party.  You never missed Tony’s parties especially the Halloween bash since you joined the team five years ago.  Halloween was one of your favorite holidays and every year you tried to find just the right costume months in advance.  This year you were going to go as a Ninja assassin, with fake Katana blades and the works, but since your last mission you had been feeling out of sorts and knew you were coming down with something.  

So, there it sat, your costume sad and lonely in the closet forced to wait until the next year when you could take it out and show it off.  

Nat and Wanda looked amazing in their costumes.  Hell those two could wear a paper bag and they’d still look amazing.  Not saying that you didn’t look good yourself.  If you weren’t sick, you'd be able to turn a head or two your way.  

“Hey we’re heading out….”

“Yeah, yeah...go have your fun…”You cut her off.

“Don’t be like that, we just want you to get better” Wanda looked with hurt filled eyes.

“I know, I’m just bummed I can’t go” you mumbled.

“Get some sleep you grump” Nat smiled before leaving the room. “If you need anything let F.R.I.D.A.Y know, she’ll get us” Nat called out as her voice trailed off as she made her way down the hall.

You mumbled to yourself how you’d get back at her for being mean and making you stay in your apartment.  As you tried to think of the many ways you could get back at her, you ended up falling asleep.  When you woke you had a headache and could barely open your eyes due to still feeling groggy.   Nat or Wanda must have come to check on you because when you woke there was a bottle of water and some meds sitting on your bedside table.  

Thankful for your friends you took the meds.  No sooner had you lay your head back down, you heard a crash in the kitchen.  Startled you got up and made your way to where the noise came from. What you found is definitely not what you had expected.  You stood by the doorway mouth slightly agape.  Bucky mumbled to himself as he picked up the pots that fell on the floor as he attempted to cook.

It was so cute watching Bucky try to cook.  You could have watched him all night and would have been undetected if it wasn’t for the sudden urge to cough up a lung that made him stop what he was doing and look at you

“Hey Y/N, sorry I woke you...I was” he looked so sad and defeated

“It’s ok. What ya doing?” You tried to hide your smile, he looked so cute when he pouted.

“So….why aren’t you at the party?” You walked over to help Bucky

There was no answer at first, Bucky just looked down at the floor and shuffled his feet before he finally found the words.

“I don’t really like parties much, besides…”he trailed off

“Besides what?”

“Besides. I was worried about you.

You knew you looked ridiculous with your red nose and huge grin from ear to ear, but you didn’t care.  

“Bucky..”  You asked as the two of you finished cooking “would you like to stay and watch some movies with me?”

“Are you sure you’re up for some company?”

“Definitely.  I need someone to protect me from the scary bad guys.”

Back in the room you turned on the tv and scrolled through the horror movies and got settled back in your bed with the covers pulled up close and Bucky next to you.  He seemed hesitant at first, but you insisted he sit next to you.  You weren’t really into horror movies, but since Bucky was in your room you thought you’d take advantage of it and find a way to get closer to him.

You started off with 28 Days Later which you both found more quirky then scary, then a classic Friday the Thirteenth, you jumped once or twice, but then Bucky suggested you end the night with the remake of Steven King’s IT.

From the moment the movie started you could feel your heart race from anxiety.  You hated clowns.  You hated them from the time you saw the original version of the movie as a child.  When the moment came and the poor little boy was taken by Pennywise you practically jumped into Bucky’s lap and screamed as you pulled the covers over your eyes.  

Bucky wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close and you could feel yourself start to relax in his warmth.  Before long you had fallen asleep cuddled up close to him and smiling at how comfortable it felt.  Imagine your surprise when you woke up the next morning he was still there, your head on his chest and his arms wrapped securely around you.  

It was the best night’s sleep either of you had gotten in a long time, and the best way to spend your favorite holiday.

[moonstruckbucky]

Did I do it? Did I hit Chris Evans’s level?

[wkemeup]

a reminder that i adore you and little lion man changed my life 🖤

!!!! a reminder that I appreciate you so much and I am so grateful for your support !!!

[buckyland]

We DID need that play by play on Seb’s tongue yes we did

and on VALENTINE’S DAY... my poor heart can’t take it

[moonbeambucky]

🦋🦄

Oh geez you’re going right for the deep questions! 😂

🦋 how do you think others perceive you?

Quiet, maybe bitchy or standoff-ish sometimes, or sometimes nice

🦄 how do you perceive yourself?

Quiet, shy, kind and caring, creative

sweet and pure asks