#otp: you put your arms around me and I'm home

[gloryride]

Soft OTP or Self Ship Prompts: 9 for Vanessa and Valentin <3

Hihihi you know i love take pics of them in fancy clothes, but i like the idea about the moment before, when they get dressed. Hope you'll like it too, i had fun writing it <33

[otp prompts]

9- Write about your ship getting dressed up in fancy outfits together.

"Ya come help me, please?"

Valentin's head popped out of the bathroom, then full-on, in his barely-tied bathrobe, not yet dried from his shower, and approached Vanessa asking for help. Unlike him, the lady appeared almost ready, already makeup with elegance, her hair up in a clever bun with a few strands falling in a sexy way on her neck. She wore a long red dress that flattered the curve of her hips and highlighted her cleavage. The back, too, was open, but nothing to do with the design of the dress. She showed him her back with that smile he knew so well, the smile of demand.

"I need an expert to zip up my dress."

"Um ... I'm better at opening them, you know that." At his words, he put a hand on the small of her back and enjoyed taking the zipper down a few notches before stopping. Without seeing her, he guessed she rolled her eyes but smiled anyway, so he pursued his seductive act, smirking and voice warm. "Do you prefer my expertise or your request? We could stay here tonight..."

A laugh escaped Vanessa's painted mouth, and she turned her head in his direction, nodding. "Ya already did that last time, not again tonight." She passed her hands behind her back, taking Valentin's to show him how it's done, "It's that way."

So he proceeded, worked his way up to the small of her back, then stopped, his fingers opting to graze her golden skin instead. Her back straightened as she felt the metal of the gorilla's arms touching her. Closing her eyes for a moment, Vanessa could almost be persuaded to stay. The hand at the small of her back circled her side, but she stopped it, repelling the attack between delicacy and firmness. "tss, I said no."

"When we get home, your dress won't go past the entrance!" The firm tone was very sexy.

"'S okay with me. I know you'll be quicker at undressing me!"

With the zipper finally up, Valentin flipped Vanessa around, putting on her earrings. There was something criminal about having such a beautiful woman and having to let her get dressed. As a reward, all he got was a quick kiss on the mouth, then she sat cross-legged on the bed, waiting. "You make me wait, I'm ready. I can enjoy the show."

Her golden eyes wandered over Valentin's uncovered torso before admiring him in his christening outfit as the bathrobe fell to the floor, revealing his muscular body...

[baronessblixen]

Magical

Yesterday I remembered that I wanted to do the Year of the OTP event. Only took me all of January, eh? So here's the first story. I used the prompts kiss, fake dating and snow.

Set in late season 6, fluff. Wc: 1,144

Tagging @today-in-fic

At first, it was beautiful: A soft, white blanket of snow covering the streets, the trees, and every roof in sight. It was quieter, too, with people smiling, despite the bitter bite of the cold winter air. Now, most of the snow is just slush, barely white, and quite frankly, annoying. At least today it is with Scully rushing towards the bar Mulder begged her to meet him.

It's late afternoon, the sun already set, and Scully just wants to go home. Take off her heels, put her feet in warm, fluffy socks, have dinner, and maybe go to bed at a reasonable time. Those were her plans. Mulder, apparently, has others. She couldn't ignore his texts, pleading with her. Asking her to hurry. If she's honest, she's a bit worried. Knowing Mulder, though, it's probably just a case or something he forgot to mention. But why can't it wait until tomorrow? Why didn't he just call her?

She enters the bar and is not at all surprised at how packed it is. She has to get on tiptoes to look for Mulder, but even then, she can't spot him. Just as she's about to take out her phone and call him, a hand touches her back. She knows it's Mulder before he leans close, his breath tickling her neck, whispering, "it's just me." Heat shoots through her body, making her sweat in her winter coat.

"I'm here," she says, sounding out of breath. "What's so important it couldn't wait until tomorrow?"

"You trust me, right?" The question throws her.

"Of course I do," she says.

"I will explain later, but... please just play along? Oh no, there she is again. Please?"

"Who?" Scully asks but doesn't get an answer, because Mulder puts his arm around her and pulls her close. He's wearing the fakest smile she's ever seen and it's directed at a tall brunette that's walking towards them. Scully gasps, briefly mistaking the woman for Diana. It's not her. For one, this woman is much younger.

"Fox," she says, touching his arm. "You can't just wander off!" She snickers but the sound dies on her lips when she notices Scully. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Dana," he says. "She's my girlfriend." Scully snaps her head in his direction. Their eyes meet and his are desperate. Please play along. Please, please, please. All his texts now make sense. Except... they don't. Isn't this woman exactly the kind of woman he's interested in?

"Richie didn't say anything about a girlfriend," the young woman says, crossing her arms. She narrows her eyes and observes Scully, who puts her hand on Mulder's arm, gently squeezing it.

"Richie didn't know," Scully says. She doesn't know who Richie is, but figures it doesn't matter. "We keep a low profile."

"Whatever," the woman whose name Scully doesn't know says. "He's boring, you know. What a waste of time." With that she stalks off and Mulder lets out a sigh of relief. He doesn't let go of her, his arm still around her.

"Thank you," he says.

"Who was that?"

"Natalie," Mulder explains. "Or Nats, as she introduced herself to me. Langly set this up."

"Richie," Scully says, putting two and two together.

"I didn't know he was going to do it. He's here with a date and neither Frohike nor Byers wanted to come. So he ambushed me."

"Poor Mulder," Scully says, biting her lip. It's no use, though, and she starts laughing. "I'm sorry."

"No, you're not," he says softly, smiling at her. Natalie is long gone but they're still holding each other.

"I owe you. How can I make it up to you?"

"Take me home," she says, much to Mulder's surprise, judging by his expression, "and get us some take-out."

"Done and done." His hand returns to the small of her back, leading her outside, back into the cold. But this time she isn’t cold. Mulder’s hand remains in its familiar place as they walk slowly toward Mulder’s car.

“Hey look,” he says. “It’s snowing again.” Scully lifts her head into the dark blue sky that’s tinged with orange hues. She takes a deep breath and lets the cold air revive her. She smiles when a snowflake lands on her lips. She catches it with her tongue, just like she used to do as a child. That’s when she notices Mulder watching her. She doesn’t know how she missed it. Or why she was surprised by what happened at the bar just now. It’s all in his eyes right now, right here.

“I always thought snow was magic,” Mulder says, his voice as gentle as the snowfall.

“You did?” She asks and he nods.

“If you think about it,” he says, turning to her, “it really is magic. So many conditions have to happen at the same exact time for it to snow. Wouldn’t you call that magic?”

“You know how I feel about magic,” she says.

“Fine, it’s not magic. But it does look magical, doesn’t it? Each snowflake is unique in its form. No two are the same and each is perfect and beautiful.”

“It does look magical,” she concedes. The snowfall is getting heavier, snowflakes catching in Mulder’s hair and his eyelashes. He looks beautiful and she considers telling him so. Instead, she just stares at him and watches him standing there in the snow. Right up until he catches her gazing at him and not the sky.

“Hi,” he says with a grin.

“Hi. So, um, Mulder… what happened in that bar was-”

“I know I should have warned you, but I was desperate.”

“Why?”

“Why?” She nods at him, needing to hear him spell it out. “I wasn’t interested in her.”

“She’s your type.”

“She’s not.”

“Pff, come on, Mulder.”

“Fine, she’s my type. But… looks aren’t everything. I wasn’t interested in her. I’m not interested in anyone who might be considered tall and brunette.” Despite the cold, her cheeks flush. “We were going to get food, right? I don’t want you to turn into an icicle. I think we’ve spent enough time in arctic temperatures.”

“You didn’t even kiss me,” she blurts out and Mulder stops walking again, turning to her.

“What?”

“I always thought that any fake relationship included kissing.” Her heart is thumping in her chest, but she knows she’s right, and she’s not shying away from her feelings, or from his. This time, he isn’t either. He grins at her and pulls her closer to him. Their bodies flush, she has to crane her head to look at him. It’s worth it.

“I hope you know that nothing about this is fake,” he says, lowering his head, his lips so close she can feel his breath against her own.

He steals her ‘I know’ from her tongue and they kiss and kiss and kiss.

It’s simply magical.

[notasapleasure]

Also Brassian ofc for OTP

Thank! I worry I should have done this for saga AU Them, because this is like. literally @boogerwookiesugarcookie's job I'm speculating on as an amateur here. Maybe they'll correct me where I get it wrong! :)

Which one is more fond of scary movies: Oh Cassian, for sure. He does a great job of laughing at them, saying he’s not scared, making fun, etc., but it Sits With Him afterwards, and I bet he’s initially not as good at hiding his response to jump scares as he wants to be, but trains himself ruthlessly until he’s mastered his flinch instinct. Brasso I think will watch with him, but he probably nit-picks at stuff that doesn’t make sense. I think Brasso is a ‘why don’t they just switch the light on?’ kind of viewer. It probably doesn’t haunt him afterwards, but there’s maybe a bit of grousing about ‘why did they even make this?’ if it’s particularly bad. Equally, if it’s a good movie he has no problem saying so and enjoying it, but doesn’t really let it haunt him.

Which one gets the most excited about Halloween: I wonder what kind of equivalent Ferrix has? It must be something to do with the stones, right, a kind of festival of remembrance? It’s probably bittersweet for Kassa initially if he’s familiar with other ways of celebrating the ancestors/remembering the dead. I wonder if those traditions got totally disrupted on Kenari though? It looks like all the older generations have been wiped out, do enough of the kids that are left know/remember the ways to honour their dead? Ok well, having made myself sad about that, I suppose the answer’s probably Brasso on Ferrix, but I bet when Cassian’s a bit older he’s drawn in by the local customs and enthusiasm – I’m sure there’s great food, and amazing songs and stories, and games to prove himself at.

Which one would be more likely to survive the apocalypse: TEAMWORK baby, they survive together. I won’t hear anything else.

Which one would literally kill for the other: I mean. Both. Again. That’s the point, isn’t it?

Which one likes to scare or startle the other: I think Brasso realises pretty quick that anyone trying to startle Cassian is going to get a spear up their nose/a blaster/punch to the gut. He’s not one to have tested that anyway. So if anyone’s trying to startle anyone else it’s definitely Cassian sneaking up and seeing if his victim has a guilty conscience at being interrupted doing whatever he was doing.

Which one is more likely to need comforting when they get spooked: Mmm, I wanna say Cassian again of course, after those scary movies linger in his subconscious and he has a dream of bright-yellow poisoned bodies pouring out of a spaceship on his home planet :’) But then again, if anything spooked Brasso like space-travel seems to, I think he's blue-screen until Cassian helped him through it.

Which one always puts on a brave face: Oh both, again – again that’s part of the appeal. Cassian more competently when it really comes down to it though – there’s no brave face on Brasso when he gets in that spaceship at the end of Episode 12.

Which one would be more dangerous if they suddenly became violent: I mean. *gestures at brick* *gestures at blaster* both are armed, Cassian has a far lower threshold for violence I think, but that’s partly the situations he ends up in. Equally, when you fuck around with Brasso or his friends you’d better be prepared to find out.

Which one would be more likely to commit a crime: Again, both. But for the most part Brasso’s are probably minor, victimless crimes that are like the equivalent of nicking office stationary, if your office is a spaceship salvage yard, and, you know, lying to the police. Cassian commits the big crimes. And then Brasso commits big crimes too on his behalf.

Which one believes in ghosts: I think both do. Brasso maybe more so after Scarif. Cassian maybe tries to tell himself he’s not worthy of being visited by ghosts, but the boy is carrying Kenari’s ghosts with him wherever he goes, and Clem, and Kino, and Nemik, and…*sob* you get the idea.

Which one likes to watch spooky shows on television: I think they’d both enjoy trying to figure out how ‘haunted house’ shows or real life mysteries are actually constructed – double-guessing how the props were constructed/special effects were achieved etc. Just absolutely ripping it apart together.

Which one would propose the idea of holding a seance: Cassian, to scare the other kids on Ferrix. Brasso would either be in on Cassian’s scam to fake a result, or there to be the level-headed one when a ghost talks back and it’s Cassian who gets freaked out.

Which one has nightmares more often: Cassian, for sure.

Which one would want to explore a real haunted house: Again, I think they’d go and test every creaking floorboard/poke about in every cobwebby keyhole until they figured out its secrets. Unless we’re talking about *real* haunted houses, in which case I’d defer to @r0b0tb0y and ask where Brasso fits into the 1 Rogue Street universe...

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

Distraction

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [Red Carpet Diaries]

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer (F!OC) Book: Red Carpet Diaries (Post-Book 3) Word Count: ~500 Rating: General: no warnings Prompts: @aprilchallenge - love

Synopsis: Thomas is the guest of honor at a party in December, but our favorite grumpy director would rather be somewhere else.

A/N: You've heard of Christmas in July, how about Christmas in April? I'm trying to clear out some WIP even if they're not as done as I would have liked. This is obviously from December. The full art is here.

The incessant chatter and laughter rose with each passing moment. He downed the last of his scotch, lifting his glass, signaling another as he leaned against the bar. He massaged the space between his brow. His eyes closed, trying to block out the din of the lavished party around him. 

He could barely hear himself think. He longed for a moment of peace, a moment of silence amongst the chaos. People filled every corner of the room, leaving nowhere for him to retreat and escape their well-wishes and pleasantries. 

His body stiffened at the subtle brush against him, but he quickly relaxed, recognizing the tender touch of her hand running along his arm. He shook away his thoughts, turning his attention toward her. 

“I see you’re enjoying your party.” 

“I would enjoy myself more if we were in the car heading back for a quiet evening at home.”

“How quiet do you think it will be with two two-year-olds and a dog?” She nudged him playfully. 

He glanced at the silver watch on his wrist. “At present, the children should be readying for bed. If we depart now, they will be sound asleep by the time we get home, leaving us to enjoy a quiet evening together.”

“Very tempting—" Alex rocked on her feet, considering the offer. She kept one hand behind her back. “—but, I believe it's customary for the guest of honor to actually attend the entirety of the event.”

“Shouldn’t the guest of honor have a say in how they are celebrated?” He grumbled, looking around at the Hollywood elite enjoying the event. 

“I know, my love… Perhaps this will help.”

Thomas barely caught sight of the small sprig of mistletoe she had been concealing before he felt the warmth of her lips on his cheek. His face flushed beneath her soft embrace. 

The fingers of her free hand traced along his jaw, guiding his lips toward her. She paused for a moment hoping the PDA was not adding to his discomfort. 

He left little time for her to worry before pulling her closer and giving in to her kiss. 

“You know just how to distract me,” he breathed as they parted. The noise of the party seemed fainter now. 

He laced his fingers with hers. “Let’s go.” 

“Thomas, we can’t!”

“We can. I’m the guest of honor as you’ve reminded me.” His thumb ran softly along the back of her hand. “I believe my preferences should bear some weight in this matter. I have made my appearance, shaken hands, and paused for photos. I want to celebrate the rest of the evening with my wife and children, should they wake.”

She squeezed his hand, leaning into him. “If that’s what you want.” 

“It’s all I ever want.”

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy this little snippet into the lives of my OTP. And thank you for putting up with this little bit of Christmas in April.

[hazelestelle]

@wait-here said I should use this to promote some fics, so here we go :)

Template from @ao3commentoftheday

A lot of those are applicable to most of my fics, so I‘m not gonna name them all or this list will get way too long. So all the ones marked in purple are for several fics.

And the we have:

saw the plot and needed it for my OTP: Slaves to any semblance of touch based on a tumblr post about a king and his advisor

I was joking with my friend and it happened: Hoffnungsschimmer - Das Soulmate AU which is a crackship turned serious

this is gonna turn out so hot: I also have several (hopefully, haha), but I‘m gonna mention what yields the need in particular. Shout out to Eli for discussing this particular kink with me ;)

fuck this character in particular and i just need the to suffer: Changing Fate, my only MCD. Something else that fits this veeery well is in the works though, so stay tuned ;)

fixing fanon: Also several XD But I‘ll tell you that in Am neuen Morgen fliegst du wieder himmelwärts Leo‘s parents are dead because I hate hate hate the characterisation of his mum as the perfect Übermutter, and I will never understand how the fandom came to the conclusion that she would be like that.

if no one else will write it I will: the things you call life (will you still follow) because I‘d been requesting it for years, so I had to finally do it myself.

just to see if I could: put your arms around me (and I'm home) tentactle smut in German. Definitely a writing challenge XD

Tagging: @wait-here (obviously XD) @spacerhapsody @occhi-verdi-come-il-mare @alyssalenko @ziskandra​ if you want :)

[angrykittykrys]

❝ it’s a beautiful night. ❞

for any of our matching otps <3

For my bestie! I was torn between UsaMamo and KazuFumi, but another friend said to go with the student/teacher, so I did!! I hope you enjoy it, my love!

"It's a beautiful night."

Fumino was standing out on the balcony, a blanket wrapped around her body as she watched the snow drift down from the iron gray sky. In just two days she and Teppei would be leaving Sensei's home to stay with Tomo-kun. It was impossible to believe that the life they had shared with Sensei was being put to a stop this way, but it was, and there was nothing any of them could do to change it.

At the sound of her husband's voice, Fumino turned slightly. Just enough to let him know that she had heard him, but not enough for him to see the tears staining her cheeks. It wasn't as though showing him the pain she was feeling would let them stay together. It would only serve to hurt him as much as she was hurting.

"I wanted to watch the snow from our balcony one last time," she said quietly, pulling the blanket tighter around her. "It won't be the same at Tomo-kun's place."

She heard the sliding glass door shut, and suddenly he was beside her, grabbing at the blanket so he could slide in next to her in the gentle warmth. Once they were cuddled close and she could feel his muscled chest pressed tight against her back, he nuzzled his face into her hair. It was his small way of letting her know that even wrapped up together, he still wanted to be closer.

"You're coming back home to me," he promised, squeezing his arms that were wrapped tight around her waist. "This isn't a goodbye, just a see you later."

"Because... I'm your wife?" The words came out in a broken whisper as the tears began running down her cheeks in earnest.

His lips brushed against her collar bone, neck, chin, cheek, ear and forehead, a promise in each press of his lips to her skin. His tongue darted out to clear the tears from her cheeks and he kissed the corner of her eye. "You are my wife and... I love you."

He said it so rarely, not nearly enough to fill up the empty spaces she was going to have without him. But even so, she clung to the words and buried them deep in her heart. The reminder that it wasn't just her that clung to him, that wanted to come back to this apartment after their forced separation was over, would carry her through the difficult time ahead.

"It really is a beautiful night," she agreed finally, leaning back into his arms. "Should we stay out and enjoy it a little longer?"

He kissed her forehead once more, rubbing his cheek against her skin. "As long as you want, Fumino-san. I'm in no hurry to go anywhere."

[sailor-brunette]

A friendly reminder that Shiryu loves his wife,Shunrei and would never leave her or betray her.

[druidcore]

SHIP MOODBOARDS || viktor x lissa 

Show me your worst, And I will show you How I love you Just the same. (c)

@kazbrekkerwrites

AND A (LATE) HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO YOU SWEET BAE-AYA (HAHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE?) Seriously though, I’m so glad I had my url as zenikwrites for a while otherwise we might never have met??? And that would have been a travesty. I’m so glad we write together babe! I love both our ships and can’t wait to make many, many more (wink wink). I hope you had wonderful holidays, and wish you the best in the new year! 

[exlibrisfangirl]

Next word: Stop

Yup, also from YPYAAMAIH:

The dam broke, and Derek crumpled against Chris’s chest and let the flood take him, helpless to stop the hurt that washed over him as wave after wave of sobs wracked his weary body.

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.

[okmcintyre]

Bellarke Ship Week: Lyrics

[seasaltmemories]

Maybe in an Alternate Universe...

When she gave the news, Dolce had expected a variety of reactions from Clorica.  She had steeled herself for anger or tears, hurtful accusations or undecipherable sobs.  Instead though, Clorica simply sighed,

“It’s not fair,”  Tears began to form in her eyes, but she held them back and chose to clasp her hands.  Somehow that sight pained Dolce more than she could ever imagine.

“Life’s never been fair to us.”  She tried to wrap herself up in cold words and erase the hurt.

“If anyone deserves to be punished, it’s me.  I’m the one who got involved with a princess, I should lose my job or be exiled not—”  She gasped in surprise when Dolce leaned forward to kiss the tips of her fingers.

“It wasn’t your fault,”  Dolce whispered before bringing Clorica’s hands to her lips once more.  “It never was.”

“I know I just—”

“My parents believe if they fired you, they’d simply loss the best housekeeper in generations only for me to go frolicking off with another maid,”  Dolce tightened her hold on Clorica, “Better to let me get a taste of men and get over this habit.”

Even a princess who talked to ghosts more than people could be arranged in a decent marriage quickly.  This Prince Lest was likely a kind fellow, but Dolce wished they could meet under different circumstances.

“Your family may have taken care of mine for so many generations but—”  Clorica’s upper lip quivered as she paused, “—ugh they can make me so angry!”

While Dolce had always viewed Clorica as a kind and gentle person, the fact in the face of this, she could only throw out a mild insult made her burst into laughter of all things.  While that made Clorica cock her head in confusion, Dolce simply wrapped her arms around her and rested her head on her shoulder.

“Let’s save the bitterness for later,”  She breathed in Clorica’s unique scent, a strange but endearing mixture of soap and herbal leaves.  “I have you now at least.  I want to enjoy that as long as I can.”

She complied to her request, and the two stumbled to Dolce’s bed.  For a moment, they tried to forget all the frightening worries of the future and bask in the presence of their love while they still could.

[allegradegray-archive]

a (long-ass) drabble for @joe-lambe​

How many years have they been together? Allegra had lost count. Five, maybe? Six? Celeste was in school now, walking and running all on her own and speaking in full sentences. They were no longer in that tiny apartment - they had a house all their own. Allegra had finally learned to cook without almost burning the house down thanks to her mother finally sitting her down and showing her what to do. The food wasn’t amazing, but it was edible, which was certainly an improvement.  

And it was long enough for Allegra to instantly know when Joe was having a bad day. 

Joe was a tortured man, that she knew. He had demons he wrestled with on a daily basis. Some of them she knew the name of, yet some of them were so dark and devastating that he couldn’t bear to talk about them. And Allegra accepted that. 

But whenever he was having a bad day, it pained her. It was the look in his eye, the way he would pretend that everything was alright. As if she couldn’t tell. As if she couldn’t see right through him. 

On those days, she wouldn’t say a word. She wouldn’t ask him what was wrong. She’d take him softly by the hand and pull him towards her, and her arms would wrap around his waist in a tight and comforting embrace. 

She’d let Joe take it from there. Whatever he needed, whether he rubbed her back and gently pushed her away after just a moment or whether he melted into her embrace and held her tighter and tighter - she’d let him do whatever he needed to do. 

There were also days where she needed it too. Days where she wrestled with her own self-doubt. Was she a good enough wife and mother? How could she let the house become such a mess again? Why didn’t anyone want to buy one of her paintings this week? Why couldn’t she seem to do anything right?

Those days, she’d feel Joe tugging her towards him and suddenly she would be in his arms. She’d sigh, feeling the weight of the entire world leave her shoulders and she’d let the warmth of his embrace comfort her. 

But tonight, the two of them were in the kitchen, Celeste fast asleep in her bed. Allegra washed the dishes, eyebrows knitted together in distress as she went through the events of the day and mentally kicked herself for every little thing that went wrong. That was when she felt Joe’s eyes on her and she turned to see that oh-so-familiar look on his face that would practically stab her right in the heart. 

In a flash, dishes clattered in the sink and they lunged for one another. They clung desperately to each other for comfort. Allegra’s face was buried in his neck as she gripped the fabric of the back of his shirt. She felt Joe’s face in her hair and his hands grasping at the back of her clothes. They tightened their embrace around each other, inhaling and exhaling heavily as they tried to steady their breathing. She rubbed his back, and she felt a kiss on the top of her head. She felt tears flowing down her face and she broke away to look into his eyes for more comfort. 

It was in his gaze that Allegra saw love burning bright. Then, she sighed happily, and their smiles mirrored one another’s. 

God, she loved seeing Joe smile. She loved it more than anything in the entire world. It made her want to kiss him, and kiss him she did. And before she knew it, she was pulling him into the bedroom, her smile growing. 

They could finish doing the dishes tomorrow. 

[trxgicfairytale]

//Look at them aren’t they cute?

[thedamageofherdays]

This week's reading log is here and there is a lot. Stucky Week provided me with lots of incredible fics to read and it was honestly a delight! There are a couple of things I didn't get around to reading just yet but I'm hoping I can get to them very soon <3 Make sure to check out the @stucky-week tumblr to see some incredible non-fic creations too.

Favourites are marked with a 🌻

🌻 Move Before We Lose It by dontcallmebree @iamthe-wo-manwhocan [Stucky, 59k words, Mature]

“The two of you are ridiculous.” Okoye grabs a bag of M&Ms and starts picking out all the greens. “If I knew that hiring you would turn Steve into an unbearable goof, I would’ve voted for the guy who claimed he came up with Got Milk?”

“I thought that asshole hit on Wanda as soon as he came out of his interview.” Bucky makes an unpleasant face.

Okoye raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, so imagine how obnoxious the Steve and Bucky show’s been for the last five years.”

With the help of his brother T’Challa, Bucky Barnes lands a job at Danvers Advertising right out of college. He never would have seen the family and life he’d build with his team coming, or the lifelong friendship with one Steve Rogers.

Couch is Synonymous with Matchmaker by oh_i_swear @oh-i-swear-writes [Stucky, 5k words, Teen]

Steve Rogers a.k.a. Captain American is living a good, if lonely, life.

However, a new tenant with an awful couch moves into the Brooklyn Brownstone that houses Steve's apartment and kind of turns everything upside down - but in the best possible way.

A shrunkyclunks meet-ugly-turned-meet-cute in which the awful couch accidentally becomes a matchmaker (of sorts, anyway).

How to Make a Million Dollars by Getting Fired by isolatedwriter [Stucky, 8k words, Teen]

Bucky never liked SHIELD, but he didn't think he'd ever been on the run from them. However, clearly his past self didn't account for finding Steve Rogers being strapped to a bed against his will. Something like that seems to turn your whole life around.

-

In which Bucky frees Steve from SHIELD and they end up on the run together.

The Importance of Being Stevie by alexcat @alexcat45 [Stucky, 711 words, Teen]

Steve heads to Wakanda and meets Bucky's other sweetheart - his goat.

The Artbook by luna_rainbow @luna-rainbow [Stucky, 1k words, General]

Steve notices Bucky doesn't like using the new arm, so he brings something with him on his next visit to Wakanda to explain why it was okay.

🌻 Running Out Of Time by The_Glacian @steve-x-bucky [Stucky, 1k words, General]

When Bucky returned home from work, they popped open a bottle of cheap red wine that burned all the way down when Steve took a cautious sip.

to hoping by christywantspizza @christywantspizza [Stucky, 1k words, Explicit]

"If I can still be useful here, maybe I can find a purpose."

"More than a purpose, Steve. You can find a life."

If I could tell you I was yours by christywantspizza [Stucky, 2k words, General]

Steve meets a scared Bucky in the streets of Brooklyn one day and helps him find his way home.

🌻 The Weight of Gold by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Stucky, 860 words, General]

”Your arm,” Steve says, his voice still weak from the cold. ”What happened to it?”

OR:

Steve is trapped under ice in the Arctic Ocean. Merman!Bucky finds and saves him.

The Sweet Escape by The_Glacian [Stucky, 823 words, General]

In a few strides, Steve covered the distance between them and wrapped him in his arms.

I Can See That This Love Was Meant For Me by HNJ [Stucky, 2k words, Explicit]

“What’s this?” Nat says. She hands him a page and Steve touches it with careful hands. The paper is faded and brittle, but the drawing it carries is still the same.

As he stares at the image, lost years curl around his heart. They tangle around him like vines until they’re all he can feel. He puts the paper down.

“Just a portrait.” He says.

It's A Beautiful Arm by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 100 words, General]

Steve reunites with Bucky in Wakanda.

Cradled in Love by The_Glacian [Stucky, 879 words, General]

It was no secret that Steve was a delicate creature.

Wrap Your Hands Around Me (Show Me I Belong) by whenwordsmakesense @whenwordsmakesense [Stucky, 963 words, Teen]

Post Mission, Bucky can't sleep, and Steve's super-hearing picks up on it. Cue late-night cuddles and some of Steve's inner-thoughts.

🌻 En Pointe by Oh_i_swear [Stucky, 8k words, Teen]

Bucky Barnes is an ex-professional ballet dancer now running his own dance school. He's kind, compassionate and clearly cares about the kids in his class and their dreams and goals - most of which involve getting to the stage where they can dance en pointe.

Steve Rogers is a perfectionist and owns En Pointe, the dance wear store nearest to Bucky's dance studio. It's almost light a right of passage when the kids in Bucky's class get to visit the store, not only because they finally get their pointe shoes, but because they get to see the infamous squabbling between Mr Barnes and Mr Rogers who clearly rub each other up the wrong way.... but is everything as it seems?

Listen Close by fandomfluffandfuck @fandomfluffandfuck [Stucky, 9k words, Explicit]

The Barnes And Noble podcast is run by two best friends - life long friends - Steve and Bucky. They talk about a multitude of topics but when the topic at hand turns to the quite often laughable quality, or lack thereof, of the pornography industry and things like fake moans come up... with examples (at least, examples on Bucky's part) it's pretty damn hard (pun not intended) for Steve not take, uh, interest with that sound. Or with other sounds Bucky may or may not make.

...and, well, that conversation isn't one they're ever going to publish as it turns out.

The Office Romance by isolatedwriter [Stucky, 4k words, Teen]

It had become a joke around the office, the fact that Barnes and Rogers acted like an old married couple.

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In which Steve and Bucky are already dating, but their co-workers haven't exactly caught on yet.

🌻 Pyxis by The_Glacian [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

Pyxis, ‘the compass’ – a constellation in the southern hemisphere.

(Being single didn’t directly translate to having a prime deficiency. Yet a break-in was what Bucky needed to realise that his life could use a little variety.)

Moonlight Kissed by The_Glacian [Stucky, 782 words, General]

The problem was, Steve had very little experience in the physical aspects of dating.

A Wish Upon the Fireworks by jesm @jesmme [Stucky, 676 words, Teen]

Steve & Bucky watch the 4th of July fireworks and Steve gets a birthday wish

🌻 Lips That Touch Liquor by millesable @marvelousescapism [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

“I can’t lose you, Buck… you’re the only… you’re all I got in this whole world, Buck, I can’t…”

“Lose me? Where you think I’m goin’, huh, pal? I’m right here.”

“You’re gonna leave me. When you find out.”

“Find out what, Stevie?”

🌻 A Good Cause by apkidd @deletexforever [Stucky, 8k words, General]

When Steve reluctantly covers the charity kissing booth, he catches the eye of a handsome stranger with a wallet full of cash.

Dreaming Wide Awake by The_Glacian [Stucky, 928 words, General]

It was a fine summer evening that found him at the kitchen counter, experimenting with rye bread, when Bucky let himself in through the front door.

A couple of kids from Brooklyn by unremarkable @otp-holic [Stucky, 1k words, General]

Bucky comes back home after a few days out on a mission and finds Steve in the middle of a research of its own.

🌻 evening glow by PurpleStarship @inthelapofthewhiteqwen [Stucky, 1k words, General]

They're watching the cars pass by down on the street, the children playing ball in a dead-end, the way they used to all these decades ago. Bucky wonders if some eighty-odd years down the line two of those kids will be sitting by the window in their own little place and say: "We used to play ball in that alley. Look how far we made it, sweetheart."

***

Bucky and Steve spend a quiet evening at home:3

[binaryeclipse]

5, 15, 17 for the ask game? ♥

(Also I was trying to get to the ask and I accidentaly unfollowed you I'M SO SORRY </3)

(Don't worry about it, dear, I've done it more than once myself lol)

Thanks for the ask! 💕

5. Is Obikin your OTP in the Star Wars verse? Or do you love other ships just as much?

Obikin is definitely my Star Wars OTP but I am a multishipper! I love a lot of other ones such as Anidala (but I ship it like it's not canon, ya feel?), Obidala, Obianidala, Rexwalker, Obimaul (in a comedic way) and Obitine (though I only trust @twilightofthe to write it).

15. If you could describe the Obikin ship in 3 words, what would they be?

Gut Wrenching Pain

17. Do you have any Obikin playlist recommendations?

Sure do!

The Path of Thorns (Terms) by Sarah McLachlan

There's no more coming back this way The path is overgrown and strewn with thorns They've torn the life-blood from your naked eyes Cast aside to be forlorn

Wrap Your Arms Around Me by The Barenaked Ladies

I put my hands around your neck and you wrap your arms around me... I regret every time I raised my voice And it wouldn't be that bright of me to say I had no choice. I can kiss your eyes your hair your neck until we forget

Fish by Wye Oak

They who made you, they made me too Quiet like you, violent like you I see you there, wild in my dreams When you return, go to the sea Air is your permanent struggle to breathe When you return, go to the sea Gone, gone, gone, you were never alone I'll come home and raise you up to what's left Gone, gone

Lovers In A Dangerous Time by Bruce Cockburn

When you're lovers in a dangerous time, Sometimes you're made to feel as if your love's a crime Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight You gotta kick at the darkness till it bleeds daylight

Superstar by MARINA

You never judge me for any of my fears Never turn your back, always keep my body near All of the days that we spend apart My love is a planet revolving your heart

[szivtalan]

otp questions for endhawks.........will u kick me if i'm greedy and say ALL OF THE NUMBERS

I WILL NOT but this might take a while tho!!!!

1. Who is the most affectionate?

hawks is more physically affectionate - he'll link their arms together, cuddle to enji's side in public, climb in his lap when they're home, hold his hand, initiate kisses more. but it's enji that people notice sending fond looks for his boyfriend so many times it becomes embarrassing - tabloids will have a whole article on endeavor's "heart eyes" ("my eyes are not hearts" enji frowns at the magazine in hawks' hands, who just shrugs and grins "seems like they are for me") so i would say, deep down the big man's a softie too

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

enji/hawks. unless enji has a nightmare, because in that case, hawks is more than happy to be his lil jetpack.

3. Most common argument?

ah they fight about the most useless things but one of my favorites that must come up often is enji thinking that hawks deserves better than him, and hawks insisting that he's everything he ever wanted.

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

kicking villain ass and family dinners. hawks likes to eat, and enji likes to eat with his loved ones all in one place. he wonders why hawks gets along so well with his children, and then he realizes - he forgot (again) how insanely young hawks is, and that he's merely a few years older than his youngest son, too. ngl natsuo glares daggers at his old man for having a boyfriend half his age ahahaha

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

given that enji could swing hawks around like a yo-yo, i think it's him ADJGSGH

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

hawks likes everything about enji. he's really into his body, but also his dry sarcasm, his occasional goofy jokes, and most of all, his heart. hawks will watch enji kneel down to a couple of children at a battlefield, his own face and hands dripping with blood, grunt out "are you alright, kiddos? come here, i'll get you somewhere safe" and see him do exactly that, scoop the kids up in his arms and carry them on shaking legs that could barely keep himself up, and then he will see him let his eldest burn the world, his second eldest scream at his face, his youngest treat him like dirt and know that he still cares so deeply for them, know that he loves them and wants the best for them and if the best is torment their father until he dies or worse, he'll let them without so much as a complaint.

enji, on the other hand, loves how easily hawks can lift the mood. he's learned to see through facades, and he'll call him out if he senses that it's hurting hawks to put on a mask, but hawks joking around and mouthing off makes our atlas feel like the weight of the world is a little lighter that day. he loves him for how driven he is, how graceful and hard-working and focused he seems in a fight, and thinks about how those traits were most important to him in the past but now he can see hawks use them to create a world where they can rest, and he realizes... that's not so bad an idea after all.

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

enji speeds up the process of divorcing his wife lol. also he becomes more nervous around hawks, because shit, he likes him too, but he shouldn't be liked, why does hawks even like him? when hawks learns that enji likes him too, he gets shamelessly flirty. he doesn't make a move, of course - enji is still a married man, but he'll laugh at his nervousness, play with his own hair for enji's viewing pleasure and send suggestive winks his way like the damn tease he is.

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

enji calling hawks birdie is pretty obvious. hawks alternates every petname imaginable for enji when he learns that he's never been called one (he figures it out when he jokingly calls him darling once and enji blushes to the roots of his hair), his favorite is "sweetheart" and "baby". enji also calls hawks his angel, but only when he's being very soft for him

9. Who worries the most?

i mean..... both? enji tends to worry more for hawks' safety and hawks worries more for the crushing guilt enji lives with.

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

hawks - claims he does, but the truth is, he says a different thing each time and enji's happy to try new things as long as hawks will beam at him proudly after ordering

11. Who tops?

depends. they both do. enji topped more at the beginning because hawks was really into it and he was kinda insecure about asking for anything else, but hawks once offered and found out that he has a delicious bottom bitch on his hands.

12. Who initiates kisses?

hawks. height difference doesn't really matter when you have wings to fly up to your boyfriend's face and kiss him stupid

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

enji does. he wants to feel that hawks is by his side all the time, safe and sound.

14. Who kisses the hardest?

again, enji. his kisses get desperate, his hands rough. his temperature goes up despite his will and he just wants hawks to melt against him

15. Who wakes up first?

enji does! he's used to working out in the early morning before going to work

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

hawks does!! deep down he's still a rebellious lazy teen and whenever he has a day off, he likes to sleep until 12. he swears he considers breaking up with enji the first time the man wakes him up at 6 to ask if he wants to come work out with him

17. Who says I love you first?

surprisingly, enji does. hawks is way too protective of his own feelings to let them flow out so soon, but enji is desperate, he wants hawks by his side for ever, and the first time he says it is the first time he realizes it's true. they're out eating dinner one day, and enji watches hawks chew around the food in his mouth, downing chicken like his life depended on it, and he watches the last rays of sunlight hit his golden hair, his golden eye, paint his wings blood red, and he knows he hasn't seen anything more perfect than that sight. he tells him he loves him, and hawks laughs so much he almost chokes on food. "pretty fucked up to tell me that while i'm deepthroating yakitori" he tells him, giggling

18. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

hawks!!! it usually says cheesy things like "good luck at work, endeavor-san!" or "don't forget to eat ur vegetables!" when there are zero vegetables in the lunches hawks packs for him

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

i mean hawks doesn't have much connection to his family, or has many friends, but enji is kind of pressed to tell his family all about his relationship since, you know. the news would reach them sooner or later anyway

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

mirko is THRILLED that hawks is dating endeavor. the todoroki family, i mean.... shoto is confused, natsuo is mad, fuyumi and rei are both supportive and say they both want the best for enji. but mostly they just all think that he's really. Really young lol

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

hawks!!! he likes to dance around the kitchen while enji is cooking or doing the dishes, and sometimes manages to seduce enji into his arms too.

22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

hawks is a better cook, but he never tells enji about that. he just lets him suffer and teach himself how to cook because it's so much fun

23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

hawks, but he says nothing he would ever say can beat enji calling him his angel. that's the cheesiest it can get, and it's also only because of his wings, like shut up enji omg that's so embarrassing

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

hawks gets bored on important meetings. then he looks over to enji in a suit and gets horny. one of his favorite hobbies is watching enji squirm and struggle to keep it together after he's stroked his thigh under the table and whispered filth in his ear

25. Who needs more assurance?

enji does. he really, honestly thinks he doesn't deserve the love hawks has for him.

26. What would be their theme song?

my dude every song on ur playlist could be but this one in particular takes the cake for real

27. Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

in an au where enji's kids are still kids instead of grown adults, hawks would definitely read to them (sometimes legit tales, sometimes just colored-up and censored versions of their dad's missions) and cuddle them to sleep while he hums to them softly. in a non-au, enji catches him with shoto sleeping all wrapped up in his arms and wings, right after comforting him when he had a nightmare, trying to keep awake but slowly dozing off holding enji's youngest, most precious son, and enji kind of falls in love a lot more.

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

text, call, videochat. hawks makes a show of wearing some of enji's clothes, but really, you can't keep these assholes away from each other.

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

enji will never think he deserves to have hawks by his side

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

hawks will never grow tired of showing enji how much he deserves him.