#HOBBITS IN SUNDRESSES

[milesasinmorales]

Hobbits wear sundresses. And sun hats. Because I said so.

[cheapieclassic]

🍀Ivy Dress🍀

Hello friends! Heres a better look at my recent tablecloth-flip :)

Made from my self-draft sundress pattern, it was a challenge to make the most of the small Irish tablecloth I fell in love with 💖

Styled with thrifted cardi & bag, plus a necklace I've had since 2007 :")

Heres to all you hobbits, lotr weirdos and fans of green magical girls 💚🍀🐛🍃🐸🌱🌿

[wh0lemilk0vich]

i’ve continued thinking about stevie, and one thought that won’t leave my head is stevie wearing her first bikini. she got it from one of those mail order catalogues and had to guess a bit on the size, but she was so excited to surprise eddie with it on their lake trip with the kids. the package arrives, but life gets in the way and she doesn’t have time to try it on until the day of. upon pulling it out of the package, she immediately realizes she got a size too small, but the only other swimwear she has are frumpy swim trunks that won’t even fit over her hips anymore. thankful for the stretch of the material, she pulls on the top first, which thankfully fits her pretty well and accentuates her soft little boobies that are developing on the estrogen. then, she shimmies into the bottoms, and they cling at her hips and dig into the plushness of her ass in a surprisingly welcome manner. when she turns to look at herself in the mirror, she’s dumbstruck by how gorgeous she looks. the blush pink highlights her feminine curves, and although a few months ago she would have been nervous about the way a little bit of fat spilled over the waistband of the bikini, she didn’t let it deter her from putting on her swim cover up and bouncing down to the car to meet eddie. when they arrived at the lake the kids were hungry, and so stevie was in charge of getting each kid their sandwiches. you can imagine how off guard eddie was when one minute he was eating a roast beef sandwich and the next he looked up and saw his favorite girl shedding her cover up and bouncing down to the water with robin and nancy. her perky ass bounced as the rest of her plush body jiggled. eddie spent the first day of their lake trip with a copy of the hobbit conveniently sitting on his lap, and when they got back to the cottage they were staying at, with his dick buried in steve’s ass. it was a miracle to the couple that the bikini survived the whole trip given that each time they had a spare minute, eddie would practically rip it off to worship her body. when they got back to hawkins, eddie was quick to find another catalogue and to schedule a week of their own on the lake so he could see stevie prance around in even tinier bathing suits and have his way with her any time he wanted. -🫑

Capsi 🫑!! My heart this is so cute!!

Chubby!Transfem!Stevie AU

I can picture it so well! I see it like poor Stevie has been running late all morning (which is crazy because that's usually Eddie's job) between the shower and getting ready and packing all the food and double checking her packing like 3 times, afraid she's forgetting something, and the last thing she has to do is get changed so they can hit the beach immediately. And so she finally grabs her swimsuit. It's her very first bikini and she feels so giddy and squirmy to finally be taking that step. Like you said she opens it up and is a little upset and worried when it's a smaller size than she thought she ordered and she hesitates for a second, almost about to freak out over it. But she's shocked out of that by Eddie laying on the horn of his van, and calling out to her in singsong like "Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Hawkins needs to come walking out to my van so we can get on the road!!" And that kind of thing just makes her smile and feel so joyful that she has her little family. So she scrambles into the suit and when she sees herself, the sheer joy is back, and she'd cry if she had time, but to see herself looking so curvy and beautiful, filling the suit out sinfully well--she's glad for the happy sizing accident. Then she pulls on a kaftan or a sundress and, grabs a sun hat and all the bags Eddie didn't get and runs out to the van.

Then Eddie, the poor sap, the total goner, he's so busy setting up their umbrella, setting down their towels, putting zinc on his nose, and dousing himself in sunblock (also side note, hair in a messy bun and wearing aviators, and a cropped, cut-off band tee, and he wanted to wear a speedo but Dustin swore he'd never let him live it down if he did) that he doesn't notice he's missing his Stevie until she's bounding down the beach to him. And his brain goes total Baywatch, slow motion, because Stevie is just so dropdead gorgeous. He can't get over how good she looks, she's filling out and she just looks chubby and plump all over, she's so bouncy, everywhere, her little belly, her thighs, I guess not her hips but they do look oh so soft and wide, her ass bounces though, and he practically goes slack jawed at the sight of her "titties boobing so breastily." He for goddamn sure needs to take a second to think less bonery thoughts.

But when they got back to their lake house/Airbnb Eddie crashes her against the wall in a searing kiss, scoops her up by the thighs, and carries her off to the bedroom where he worships her belly, nuzzling his face in it, motorboats her, teasing, flicking his tongue at and sucking her nipples, feeling her up, and turning her on. He flips her over, roughly tugs the tight bottoms off, revealing her beautifully round, pert, callipygian ass, and giving it a playful smack so he can watch it bounce and wobble hypnotically. He moves her back over and gets into his favorite position, with her hooking her legs over his shoulders so he can suck her off until she's close to tears, and revel in the feeling of his head trapped between her thighs. The have sooooo much sex over that weekend trip and Eddie is happy to get his babygirl whichever bikini's and panty sets she likes.

🥰🥰🥰🥰

[masivechaos]

pictures of you - send your clothing inspiration + your music taste + fandom(s) from the list above -> i'll write some headcanons about how i think you would be in the fandom(s) you sent!

lord of the rings, marauders, and sherlock holmes maybe?

(if this is too many just pick whatever you like best)

I usually wear a uniform to school, and then i just stay home. But! now that it is summer and i am free, lots of jeans of many varieties, light wash, dark wash, wide leg, boot cut, you get the idea (but never low waisted, i’m too short for it and i always have to cuff them to oblivion, and i like the way high waisted feels on my waist for some reason). Mostly crop tops, but i am an amateur lover of sundresses. I also have all my sweatshirts hanging up in my closet by color. I like making my own clothes too, i made my prom dress, i make a lot of dresses for my mom. and i don’t know if this counts as my style, but i make a lot of “old timey” clothes. Like the amount of pirate shirts i have now is out of control, it’s crayyyyzeeee. Also circle skirts and corsets that i just wear around the house.

I feel really basic with the jeans, any plain cropped t-shirt, and my louis tomlinson tour sweatshirts (a black one and a neon orange one that makes me look like a traffic cone) but also platform converse or doc martins.

I like the arctic monkeys, the last shadow puppets, lana del rey, laufey, pirate shanties, Bowie, the sex pistols, Fiona Apple, Ethel Cain, and also italian operas even if i have no idea what they’re saying. One direction, Louis TomlinsonC and harry styles. Oh and Chloe Flower!

i think that’s all? anyway Biggest biggest congratulations and don’t rush, take your time 💜

lord of the rings

you would be a prince/princess for sure. human and a fucking strong independant person. i see you making your own dresses because you want to wear what you want. the hobbits love you for sure, they think you are so cool. you take the opportunities being part of the royal family offers you but you stay simple, with your heart in your hands and would never hesitate before helping other people. you would join the fellowship and create a special bond with legolas who understands the overwhelming feeling of being a part of the royal family. you would discuss your desire of adventure with aragorn who could only relate. the entire fellowship loves you and admire who you are and the fact you don't give a fuck about people's opinion.

marauders

you would be at gryffindor and james would love you. imagine modern au and being able to introduce him to one direction?? he would be YELLING 'what makes you beautiful' i swear. you owned sirius' and remus' heart when they knew you listened to bowie!! i would say you are muggleborn and they are so impressed by the fact you can create your own dress. you would also be friends with the slytherin skittles because dorcas would adore you with your corsets. you would def share your closet with remus because he loves jeans and (cropped) tees!!

sherlock holmes

make a dress for molly please 🙏. john might find it a bit odd when he finds you wearing a corset but he loves it. sherlock would probably be indifferent, you could be wearing something new he would just be "why?" and then go on about his day lmao (feel like he didn't get the concept of crop tee, why would you wear smth too short for you??). if you try to introduce him to your music don't be offended if he does not like it, for you he might try but errr he's a bit complicated. he really loves you though <3

[nuri148]

10 things for 2023

Thanks for the tag, @wanderlustqueen-writes! Never been one for New Year resolutions, but here we go!

A fic idea you want to write (or read): I want to continue (hopefully finish) my WIP, Clarity, and if I do maybe get into a Royalty AU I barely started to draft a few months ago. I would also like to add some to my arumika series.

A place you want to go: Japan!!! It was supposed to be in '22 but between post-pandemis restrictions and family stuff it just wasn'rt feasible. I will have to see if I can get days off work outside vacation season as that's also typhoon season in the land of Totoro, so going there in summer is not a very sound option.

A book you want to read: The ones I bought in 2022 and haven't touched? My reading habits have changed so much since the internet arrived - too many screens and too few books.

Something fun you want to do: Afternoon Tea in a fancy place. We have a short trip to London planned for the summer and I totes want to have that experience.

Something you want to make: Handcrafts. I love it, but usually have so little time and space for it. There are these project I've had for years, I have everything I need to make it but never find the right moment.

A habit you want to start: I utterly suck at creating habits. I want to get back on eating healthy and not like a pig to ditch 5-6 kg by the summer (I'm literally eating a chocolate as I type this). Doing more for the house too (my dear Levi would run away in horror if he came here).

Something new you want to try: I would really like to fly in a hot air balloon. That's something my husband does not want to do so the logistics are complicated. Someday though.

Something you want to finish from 2022: At the beginning of last summer I bought a sundress, but the straps are not made for hobbits too long so I measured them and marked them for cutting, and... never did. So yeah, that. And my fic.

Something you want to stop doing: Procrastinating like a champ. Wasting too much time on the internet.

Something you want to keep doing:  Writing, and hanging out with the nice weird people here in Tumblr. :)

Tagging @lucysarah-c, @bryhaven and @your-lavender-dreams if they want to play!

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

I’m getting more comfortable with digital art, so here’s Elanor Cotton-Gamgee, looking cute as a button. :D

[Image Description: A digital drawing of a young Hobbit girl standing on a green background, surrounded by a flower garland. She is angled slightly away from the viewer. She is wearing an orange and pink sundress with a striped skirt over a yellow shirt with red polka dots. She has long, curly, light brown hair that reaches to her mid-back. She has tan skin and freckles. She is looking to the left and smiling. She is not wearing shoes  and her feet are covered in thick hair. //End Description]

[giverofempathy]

besties why is linen fabric so expensive im about to cry besties

[buckymylove]

Believe Me - B.B.

Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: You not feeling great about yourself when you and the team take a day trip to the beach but Buckys there to help.

Warnings: swearing, insecurities, body image, sweet Bucky, avengers being chaotic, lots of fluff

Word count : 4,000 (i got carried away 😬)

A/n: look I lowkey hate this just in terms of writing quality or ~complete lack of~ but i wrote this to feel better about myself so I hope it helps someone else who might need to hear this! PLEASE be kind to yourselves! Im always here to talk. Enjoy! :) xx

Please do not translate on steal any of my works! Reblogs and likes are welcome and much appreciated if you would like! X

Tony had suggested a beach day one day when everyone was free, so the whole crew piled into the team bus with mixed emotions minus Thor who was currently attending to business in Asgard and Bruce who insisted he had work to do in the lab and that the beach wasn't really his thing anyway.

Tony of course spent the whole ride droning on to anyone that would listen about how amazing his idea was (no one was listening but no one dared to tell him as they didn't want to suffer through another one of his child like tantrums and have him grumbling for the rest of the trip), Sam and Clint were bickering about something as usual, another thing no one bothered to interfere with since it hadn't got physical. Yet. Steve was reading an article on his phone about the dangers of excessive sun exposure. Apparently he thinks it's ok to dive head first into war but too much sun is just to risky.

Bucky was reading the hobbit. Again. Vision and Wanda were playing a game of uno and Nat, well she was being Nat, didn't care either way if they ended up at the beach or not, though secretly she was looking forward to sunbathing.

You were staring out the window, earphones in and music playing. In all honesty you weren't all that excited about going to the beach so you were trying to distract yourself. You liked the beach, you just weren't a fan of the running around in only a swim suit part. It was especially difficult when you lived with the avengers, standing next to Nat and Wanda you just felt really bad about yourself. Of course you never brought this up, you'd learnt to accept it for the most part, but some days just felt harder than others, and today was one of those days seeing as you were going to be around the whole team in just a swimsuit for the first time. No one else seemed to have any insecurities when it came to the swim suit thing so you just kept it in, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.

Thats what lead you to sitting on your beach towel, sundress still overtop of your swim suit, curled into yourself a little. Everyone else had started having there fun, minus Steve who was going round the team with a bottle of sunscreen. Wanda and Sam were throwing around a beach ball, while Bucky and Clint made there way to the ocean and Vision was taking pictures of anything and everything.

"Who wants drinks!" Tony yelled holding out plastic glasses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

Nat cheered and made her way over to where Tony was standing. So she was awake. Sneaky little bitch.

You huffed but followed behind her deciding a little liquid courage is exactly what you needed right now.

Once everyone had grabbed their drinks along with some snacks tony had packed they headed back to whatever they were doing. Sam and Clint got all competitive again and you heard them yelling something about a sandcastle competition, sure enough three minutes later they had buckets of water and were working on their creations, jabbing at each other every chance they got.

"Hey y/n, imma head into the water for a bit, you coming?" Nat asked as she set her drink down and started walking towards the sea, that you had to admit looked beautiful.

"I'm good Nat, maybe later" you called back with a smile. She nodded and ran off.

You just sat and watched for a while, it was peaceful, but you noticed everyone slowly making there way to the water and knew that soon it would get much harder to avoid.

A few minutes later Tony wandered over to you. "Hey kid, even i'm getting in now, Steve said the waters nice, you should join us"

You looked up at him with your arms still wrapped around your knees, sitting on your towel. "Uh yeah maybe in a minute, I'm really enjoying just relaxing over here right now" you half lied. You were enjoying it but you also really wanted to get in the water, especially since the team were all together having a good time, you just really didn't feel like taking your dress off.

"You sure? You all good?" He asked with a hint of concern in his features.

You were quick to wave him off. "Yeah, yeah i'm fine just relaxing over here"

"Yeah you already said that..." he said suspiciously.

"Well yeah, thats.. what im doin' i guess" you replied awkwardly.

He gave you a weird look but eventually left to join the team. You breathed a sigh of relief as you watched him run off but you knew you weren't going to be able to put it off much longer.

You felt kind of left out watching the team having a great time, but you knew it was no ones fault but your own.

You got away with it for another 20 minutes or so, which was honestly longer than you expected but the inevitable happened as you watched Bucky emerge from the water.

The worry of removing your dress subsided for a second when you took in the sight of the gorgeous Bucky Barnes. You could've sworn he was moving in slow motion as he made his way over to you. Water droplets running down his sun kissed skin, his hand running through his newly-cut, wet hair, which showed off the bulging muscles in his arms and the perfect set of abs that came towards you. You were broken out of your daze when Bucky called your name. It was then that the panic returned, except this time it was ten times worse and hit you like a truck. How in the hell, were you meant to walk past this perfectly built man in your swim suit that showed off basically everything you were insecure about; battle scars, stretch marks, blobs of fat that shouldn't be there. You were on the edge of tears as you realised how disgusting you felt right now.

Bucky noticed your mind was else where as he approached you, determined to bring you to the rest of the team and join in on the fun. "Y/n" he said again, quieter this time as he stood in front of you.

You looked up at him trying to will your tears away. "Oh hey Buck, whats up"

He took a seat next to you on Nat's towel. He looked at you with concern as he noticed the glassy, grey look in your eyes but decided to brush past it for a second, not wanting to overstep.

"Why don't you come join us, it doesn't feel right without you there for all the fun" he said with a smile nudging your shoulder with his.

You forced out a chuckle and looked to him. "I like it here, just not really in the mood for the water right now" you were going to say more but decided not to, not wanting Bucky to sense your fear. But no such luck because of course Bucky was an ex world class assassin, so noticing fear was kinda a specialty of his, but he still had no idea why.

"Aw come on we all miss you over there"

"I said no Bucky" you didn't mean for it to sound so snappy and immediately felt bad.

Bucky looked a bit taken aback since he'd literally never seen you be anything but nice to your family and friends. But quickly got over it realising there was obviously something bothering you.

"I-i'm sorry B-Bucky" you stuttered. "I didn't mean that, I know you were just being nice I'm sor-"

"Hey it's ok I shouldn't have pushed you" there was a moment of awkward silence.

"Uh may I ask why you really don't want to go in the water? You know I wouldn't judge you for whatever you say right?" He really wanted to help but was nervous, as he desperately didn't want to make you mad at him.

You looked up at him no longer able to hold back the tears. Bucky's eyes widened in fear as he realised that he did this to you.

"Y/n im really sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, do you want me to go?"

"No no it's ok, i swear it's nothing you did Bucky I'm just scared to go over there" you admitted through your light sobs. You were scared you'd already said to much, but this only confused Bucky more.

"You're scared of the water?" He asked gently, there was no kind of malice or judgement behind his words, just a sort of curiosity, which did make you feel more comfortable.

"No, nothing like that" you said shyly, knowing that eventually you would probably end up admitting your reasoning to Bucky, but trying to hold it back as long as you can.

"Then what is it doll? Is someone on the team being a dick? Do you need me to kill anyone?" He said the last part with a more playful tone but something about his told you he wasn't kidding. You let yourself chuckle a little at that, as the tears continued to run.

"God no, no I love that bunch of idiots" you chuckled before you sniffled again.

"It's just..." you shrugged.

How do you tell someone the reason your sitting alone whilst your entire family is having fun without you is all because your insecure about the way you look? People make it seem like it should be easy to talk about, but no matter how much support you get, it's still hard, because there's very little other people can say to change your mind. Although being reassured by other people can be helpful, at the end of the day, your the only one that can change your opinion of yourself. And it's really fucking hard to do.

"It's stupid don't worry about it, you're missing all the fun" you said, wiping away your tears and forcing out a smile, using all your might to not burst into tears in front of Bucky.

"It's not stupid if it's upsetting you babydoll"

You looked into his eyes and all you saw was a gentle, kind soul, who wanted nothing more in this moment than to make you feel better. That's what made you lose it. You broke down into sobs that tugged at Bucky heart, he felt awful. He pulled you into is arms so that you were situated on his lap, and held you, he let you cry as much as you needed to. After a while your cries started to die down. He took this chance to gently lift your chin and look at you.

"Please tell me whats wrong sweets, I promise I'll do whatever I can to fix it"

This was it. He was being so kind that you almost felt like you owed him the truth, which of course you didn't and Bucky would never imply anything of the sort but the care he showed towards you made you think, that maybe, you could trust Bucky enough to let him in.

You looked down to your lap. "I hate the way my body looks" you whispered it so quietly he almost missed it. Bucky had to ask again because he had not expected that response at all, then again he really didn't know what to expect. "What was that doll?"

"My body Bucky, it's not like Nat or Wanda's, I'm not perfect like them, like the rest of the team. I have fat in places it shouldn't be and I have more curves than either of them, and I know curves are beautiful, but not on me. They don't look right on me. I'm all wrong." You'd mostly stopped crying but Bucky wished you would start again because the look he saw in your eyes now was much more unsettling. They were empty, grey, they looked completely defeated and he couldn't stand seeing you like that or knowing that you thought that about yourself.

He couldn't quite understand what you were going through, why on earth would it matter to have extra skin in certain places? Why are you supposed to think that it's wrong to not be shaped a certain way? Who decided that you were supposed to be skinny? Seriously, who came up with that idea? In Bucky's day it was seen as beautiful for a woman to have extra curves, but no more beautiful than a woman without them. There were a lot of morals that weren't right in those days but at least people weren't judged for the size of their body's.

In that moment all Bucky could feel was anger. Not at you but at the people that made you feel this way. At anyone who had ever said it was wrong to look a certain way, because why should a person be judged by how they look?

He tightened his embrace and tried to stop his own tears from falling before he started talking. "Babydoll" he started shakily. "What god damn idiot put all that in your head? You have every right to feel the way you feel but not if your going to be horrible to yourself. Hey, look at me" he gently held your face in his hand. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, now hear me out. I know that sounds generic, or like I'm only saying it to make you feel better, but that's my fault. Now is not the first time I should be telling you how absolutely gorgeous you are, I should've told you everyday since the minute we met, because if I had known that this is what you'd been thinking about yourself? I would've started reminding you a lot sooner. You body is just as beautiful as Nat and Wandas, you don't have to be the same to be beautiful. Look at them doll" you looked over to where nat and Wanda were splashing about. "Do they look exactly the same?" He asked, you sheepishly shook your head no. "And are they exactly the same shape?" You shook your head again "but you still think they're beautiful right?" He asked looking at you expectantly. "Of course I do Bucky, who would think otherwise."

"Ok so what makes you any different? Why, just because you're not the same as them, are you not beautiful? Because believe me doll, you are gorgeous. And all this 'extra' fat your talking about is nonsense, it's not extra and it's not out of place it's a part of you that's just as important as the rest of you. Doll, no one is perfect and I promise you faithfully that every. single. person over there has something they're insecure about, it's completely normal. You think I like people seeing the awful red and white lines that are scribbled all over my shoulder? I hate it, and for so long I thought it was ugly and out of place, and I still don't like them, but I've learned to be ok with them and accept that they're a part of me. They represent a part of my story and that's what makes it important. Because at the end of the day what really matters is what's on the inside, and trust me I know how that sounds, but it's true. I would rather marry a woman that looked identical to a tree that has a good sense of humour and kind, caring heart that makes me happy than a woman that ticks the boxes from some magazine article but has no personality and no good nature.

The only people you need to think about are those who love you for you, and I know that me and the rest of the team all love you unconditionally, especially me doll, why can't you see how incredibly happy you make me and how much of a better person you make me." He wiped a tear from your face.

"Now please do me a favour and learn to be kind to yourself, I know it's easier said than done, but once you learn to love yourself, i Promise it's so worth it and so rewarding and I also promise that I'll be there every step of the way. Its also important to remember that no matter how much you love yourself you can still have bad days. I mean look at Tony" you chuckled at that. "I can't make you believe the truth, the truth being that you are beautiful inside and out, but I sure as hell, can and will help you learn to believe it yourself."

You stared at him, wide eyed, with a mix of pure shock and awe. You couldn't even put what you were feeling into words, but besides the way it made your heart soar and the butterflies in your stomach go wild, you couldn't ignore how proud you felt. Proud that after 2 years of knowing him, he'd gone from being this empty shell of a man who's soul was torn away from him and destroyed over and over again, to a man that's created a new soul for his new self, a strong, kind, wonderful man who'd learn to accept who he is and push past his demons, of course you still saw when he had bad days but he always bounced back. You were completely in awe of this man. And thats when it all made sense.

Everything Bucky had just said to you was poured directly from his heart, all from personal experience. He'd shown you a part of him that not even Steve has seen. Knowing this made you feel a surge of confidence, a feeling of power, that if Bucky could do it after everything those monsters put him through, then you could too. It was going to be pretty rough, but you felt truly confident that Bucky would keep to his word and be there every step of the way.

You felt tears rolling down your cheeks again but they were for a whole other reason now. Of course you didn't suddenly fall completely in love with your self and the way you looked, but you felt for the first time ever, that you could at least try taking the first step.

So that's exactly what you did.

You took a deep breath and stood up. Bucky panicked for a split second thinking you were mad and about to run away, but that fear left him as you reached your hand down to him. He took it and smiled. He stood up and you let go of his hand for a second to take off your dress. Your hands paused and you too another deep breath.

"You got this babydoll" he winked at you as you swallowed down the nerves and threw off the dress in one quick motion and dropped it to the floor. You suddenly regretted wearing that new two piece, to be honest you thought you would manage to get away with not taking the dress off, but you decided now was a better time then any to try something new.

You felt your hands instinctively move to cover yourself but Bucky stopped you, with a kiss pressed lightly to your forehead, "your absolutely stunning" he whispered against your skin, then took your hand in his and started walking to join the rest of the team. You didn't quite believe it yet but you truly believed that Bucky thought it was true, and that helped just a little.

The team cheered when you finally joined them and you smiled but found yourself hiding slightly behind Bucky. So he turned around, scooped you up bridal style, and before you could protest, started running straight into the water. When he was about knee deep in water, you screamed as he - gently - threw you in the water. The team laughed and ended up in a full on splash war. Although you still didn't love your appearance you found yourself forgetting about it while you splashed around with your friends and make shift family, like you were all 5 years old again. You hadn't had this much fun in a long, long time, and you had Bucky to thank for that, except you didn't know how to put into words how grateful you were for him, so, while the team was distracted with the splash war you and him drifted away from the group slightly and you took your chance to show him how thankful you were.

Without saying a word, you moved your hands to gently cup his face while he moved his hands to rest on your waist. You smiled up at him, unshed tears in your eyes, before leaning up and pressing your lips to his. You poured every ounce of love and appreciation into that kiss and Bucky returned it just as passionately. His lips moulded perfectly to yours and his arms wrapped around you, holding you closer as he deepened this kiss. You felt his tongue brush your bottom lip and opened your mouth to grant him access. You were so lost in the kiss you didn't notice the noise from the rest of the team die down, and eventually stop completely. You pulled away from Bucky, completely breathless, but Bucky wasn't to pleased at the loss of contact, and leaned down to capture your lips once more before pulling away to let you breathe and press a soft kiss to your cheek.

It was only then that you noticed the silence from the team. Well, truly it was the absence of bickering from Sam and Clint that caught your attention, because you know it would take something seriously intriguing to shut those two up.

You slowly turned your heads in unison to met with a mix of expressions. Although you were surprised to see that the majority of faces wore a completely smug look or a shit eating grin like they all knew something you didn't. In a second, the silence was gone and replaced by an uproar of cheering and whooping and wolf whistles along with a "old man still got game" from a much too overexcited looking Sam. You blushed while Bucky just rolled his eyes at their antics. You once again didn't have time to process when Bucky picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him. He brought your lips back to his in a much softer kiss but filled with just as much love. "Alright alright" Steve said with a happy smirk. "GET A ROOM GUYS!" Clint yelled and you pulled away to giggle.

You looked at Bucky, still being held securely in his arms. "Thank you" you whispered, "I love you" you said nervously. Bucky smiled, you'd said it as friend's before but he could tell it had a deeper meaning now.

"I love you too, my beautiful babydoll"

You blushed and moved to press a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips.

And he kept to his word. Bucky spent everyday making sure you knew just how beautiful you were, and it took a while, and a lot of hard work, but eventually, you learned to believe it too.

[wish-that-i-was-buckys-girl]

Hi I saw a post that said 'Sundress + No Panties = Sit on my Dick Anywhere' AND ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS BUCKY. Please can you write something about it!! 💕

God we love a headcanon about this! I have a sunflower romper but I’ll provide pics at the end for this. Hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual tension

Sunflower Sundress Shenanigans

You knew it drove Bucky crazy to see you in a short little dress.

Well, you didn’t know for sure, but you knew he stared at you all the time to begin with, and his staring only got worse when you wore those tiny little dresses.

Sam and Wanda gave you tiny hints here and there that Bucky had a crush on you, but you blew it off. You were stubborn and overall difficult to work with and befriend. There’s no way he would ever like you.

However, today was the day to put that theory to the test. You were going to end this debate today. You were tired of arguing with Wanda and Sam that he wasn’t interested in you. They were tired of you. It just needed to be done.

So, you bought the cutest sunflower dress you had ever seen in your life, and put it on your body that day.

It hugged your curves in all the right places, not to mention the fishnets hiding underneath your dress that would drive every person you saw up the wall. 

And oh boy, did it drive everyone mad. 

Sam whistled low, happy to see you more than he usually was. 

“And what’s a sweet thing like you doing out this late? You gotta boyfriend, Y/N?”

You loved Sam’s flattery, but that wasn’t the reason you were wearing that dress, and you both knew it.

You walked past Wanda, and she even fanned herself with her own hand. 

“Sexy lady, come talk to me why don’t you?” She said in her sweet Sokovian accent that you loved so much. Wanda was absolutely gorgeous, but the real mission was Bucky.

As you walked into the huge library, you saw Bucky sitting alone, reading the Hobbit.

Typical.

You walked up to him, with a certain confidence in you. There was no way he liked you. You were turning heads more than you thought, however.

“Hi, Bucky,” you said with a cheeky grin. You were swaying your body with your arms behind your back.

He briefly looked up from his book to greet you. Well, he thought it would be brief at least.

“Hey.....Y/N?” He said with a shy hint in his voice.

You looked good. I mean, you always looked good, but you looked so beautiful, ethereal almost. 

Although your being was almost glowing in his eyes, he still had unwanted thoughts creep up in his mind.

Dear God, please sit on my dick.

“Watcha reading, old man?” You said with that same smile on your face.

“I, uh, I’m reading The Hobbit. What are uh, what are you doing in here? You usually play video games in your free time,” he said nervously.

“Thought I would pay you a visit, is that to your liking, my liege?” You said with arrogance in your voice.

Before he could respond, you asked another question. “Is that seat taken?” You ask pointing to his lap. 

Before he could respond for a second time, you decided to sit on his lap anyways, and were you shocked to find there was a third leg hidden in his pants.

And it was pulsing.

You both didn’t know what to say. You hated to be proved wrong, but Wanda and Sam were right. 

Bucky did like you. Maybe even a little too much.

Both of your eyes grew wide at the realization you were sitting directly on his erection. You weren’t going to back down though. You were all in.

You slowly inhaled, ready to ask Bucky another question.

“Hey Buck, wanna know a secret?”

He nodded, eager to talk about something to distract from his throbbing cock being crushed by the weight of your body.

You leaned in close to whisper, making the experience even more sensual for the both of you.

“I’m not wearing any underwear.”

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Boys and sticks - Chapter 62 🏠

Fandom: Hobbit (College AU)

Characters: @linasofia x Thorin, @laurfilijames x Fíli, me x Ori

Words: 1,7k

Warnings: fun, fun, fun

Previous chapters

“LO!” Kíli flew through the door and hugged her, eyeing the sportscar with open envy.

“Kíli,” a female voice – stern and slightly nervous – resounded from the door and Lo looked up to see a perfectly groomed woman – younger than she had expected – standing in the open front door, “let the girl be!”

So, this was the mother, Lo thought with a hint of apprehension that flew out of the window as soon as she glimpsed Fí, in skin-tight jeans, a grey hoodie hugging his broad shoulders, and a wicked smile on his face.

“Hey darling! Kí, get your own girlfriend and leave mine alone, please,” he grinned, ambling down the steps, and pulling her into a tight embrace.

“Ready?” she asked, checking if he was wearing solid footwear, and patting his shoulder reassuringly.

“Lead the way, my lady,” he grinned, winking at his brother who – for once – was right; he trusted Lo and he would let her take the lead. He knew that she would not leave him hanging and he was – cautiously – excited to try something new with her by his side.

Her ass in the tight leggings made his mouth water and he sincerely hoped that his mother was not following his gaze but – really, who could have blamed him? – the way she moved reminded him of all the places they had given in to their basest needs.

He worshipped her body and there were still impressions of her sharp teeth on his hip from that moment when he had – incautiously – demanded that she show him how she wanted and needed him; God, she had devoured every inch of his body and soul that night and he had woken up sore and broken but happier than ever before.

“Want to drive?” she asked as they approached the streamlined beauty that was her car and he extended his hand eagerly; he knew it was wrong, but he enjoyed the envy of his little brother and the impressed grin on his mother’s face as he sped away in a machine they could never afford.

“Where to, my love?” he inquired as soon as they were out of his street, the wind of freedom roaring past the windows, and she merely nodded ahead, leaning back in her seat, and smiling to herself.

Lo was generous to a fault, calling the room ‘theirs’ and letting him drive her luxurious car; he was thankful, really, he was, but he also felt a little wary. Never grow used to things that are not yours, he remembered his mother’s words, because the owner can take them back whenever he wants.

If she was to leave him though, the flat and the car would have been the least of his worries, as well he knew, and still, the sweet taste of his life with her made him panicky sometimes for he knew that she would be the one he wouldn’t ever heal from.

Lo was humming to herself, staring out of the window and – occasionally – telling him when to turn and where to go until they arrived at a beautiful structure of light and dark wood that smelled like money.

“Come meet Ares; as I’ve told you before, I’m sure you’ll get along great,” Lo grinned and took his hand.

This was not what she had expected.

As she dismounted and took off her helmet, Tova tried to smooth out her hair as much as possible. They had made it sound as if they were almost living in the sewers, so she had not expected to find herself in front of a dilapidated manor.

Sure, the old girl had seen better days, but it was a stately home with high turrets and narrow windows unlike the beasts of glass and chrome rich people nowadays pulled up as status symbols.

The house alone made her want to wear one of Jia’s sundresses rather than her leathers, but there was nothing she could do about it now, so she walked up to the front door and pulled the old-fashioned bell that pealed sombrely.

“Lass,” Balin greeted, a placid smile on his broad face, “come in, Thorin is completely losing his mind.”

She saw him as soon as she entered the living room of faded glory, burning like a dark flame, the same brooding lines she knew so well streaked across his handsome, stark features. He looked ravishing in the dark green sweater and the ink-black jeans, his hair neatly tied at the nape of his neck and his large feet encased in solid boots.

“Hello you,” she grinned when he strode towards her with huge steps to pull her into a tight embrace and kiss her gently.

“I knew you’d come,” he sighed against her lips, his fingers fanned out on her back as if he was not willing to let go of her anytime soon.

“Yes, Thorin, of course I did,” she chuckled, pulling at his hair tenderly, “I’ll always come get you.”

It was a solemn promise that made his heart soar; he could make it, with her by his side, he could vanquish the shadow hanging over his family and bring back the lost glory of long-forgotten days.

He could almost taste it.

“Let’s go, take a jacket,” Tova grinned and pinched his ass when he walked past her which made him jump. Sometimes, Thorin really was too pure for this world, she thought as she caught Balin’s twinkling eyes.

“This is a beautiful house,” Tova said as Thorin seemed to ponder what jacket he should wear.

“Take one for later, I brought a spare one for you for the ride,” she advised him as security was the most important thing, especially as they were going to drive through some rough terrain.

“I made you some sandwiches for the road,” Balin declared and handed Thorin an old, battered backpack that made him flush with embarrassment, but – to his surprise – Tova hugged the man tightly and thanked him effusively.

“It’s not much,” Thorin started but she lifted a hand to stop him right away.

“I love the house, I love the sandwiches, I love everything about this,” she smiled and led him outside.

“There’s a limo outside,” Nori squeaked, his face squashed against the window that Dori had painstakingly cleaned this very morning, “a fancy-ass black limo!”

“Oh, and there’s the girl. Is that the girl? ORI? Is that your girl?” Dori stood right beside his brother, leaning on his shoulder.

Ori opened the front door and called: “Yup, that’s her!”

“ORI! Why do you look like that?” I screeched, my feet almost tangling and making me fall face-first into the few steps that led up to a house that reminded me too much of the fairy tale hut of a wicked witch; it was enchanting and cute and the two men barrelling out as if they had never seen a girl before in their life looked utterly adorable.

“Dori dressed me, do you like it?” Ori grinned, having gained some confidence due to the love I lavished on him, now that I had stopped hiding my feelings all the time, and took my – rather unfashionable but trusty – backpack from me.

“It should be outlawed to look that scrumptious in public,” I grumbled and gave a strangled cry of surprise when he simply lifted me up and pressed a tender kiss onto my chin.

“You look rather appetising yourself, if I may say so,” he grinned and – when I whispered into his ear that I was not wearing a single stitch of underwear – a quiet moan escaped him that flowed like honeyed wine into my system.

“Good afternoon, I’m Nori,” a man bustled down the steps and extended his hand to me; he had kind but mischievous eyes and a radiant smile that put me at ease, “and I am on my best behaviour today.”

“You better be,” the other man approached, obviously the patriarch of the house, “I am Dori and you must be Jia.”

“I better be,” I imitated his serious tone, “otherwise I’d be very worried about my beloved’s faithfulness.”

Nori broke into spluttering laughter almost immediately, hanging off his brother’s shoulder to not fall flat on his face himself.

“Insulting,” Ori muttered, but his frown dissolved quickly as he hugged me closer to him and said: “just to be explicit, there are no other girls picking me up and even if a thousand wanted to, I’d still want to be right where I am now.”

“In the cold, with both your brothers watching me as if I was about to catch fire?” I purred into his ear and – instantly – I was whisked inside and sat down at a very clean table covered in baked goods.

“This is important to Dori,” Ori shrugged as he sat down next to me, “You’ll get the best tea in the house, and he’s baked most of this himself…for you.”

“Ah, well, then it is good that I brought this,” I smiled and fished a nice box out of my rucksack.

“Sir? I didn’t want to come empty-handed; it’s bad form where I come from, so please accept this,” I handed him a selection of prime teas from all over the world that I had compiled – for this express purpose – in my favourite tea shop, myself.

“Oh, but no, but…” Dori looked positively flustered as his hands closed around the polished wooden box.

“You must miss him so much, I am sorry I’m keeping him to myself all the time,” I went on and pulled out a small ornament – crystal and gold – of a book, “Ori said you’re fond of decorations and good tea, yes?”

That man looked like he was about to cry and even Nori seemed taken aback by my actions.

“Have I done something wrong?” I asked Ori under my breath.

“No, love, you’ve done everything right. They’re just shocked,” he grinned and then, smug as all hell, he went: “Dori, what do we say to the nice lady who made you a gift?”

“Thank you, ever so much, oh…” Dori stammered, his hands still shaking as he poured the tea, and a ludicrous idea came to me.

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

My headcanons For Gojo Satoru

This Dingus right here is a huge movie fan. Loves pretty much anything, the old classics black and white movies, foreign films, main stream movies and so bad that it’s good movies. He loves TV shows, he’s big Supernatural fanboy. Loves Dean  Winchester and strong shipper of Deancel, Walking Dead fan all the way. Both the comics, Tv show and games. (He only played the first season and balled his eyes out for a weeks, and refuses to play rest of the games) Dose have a soft spot of horror movies, Like The Screams, Halloween, The Saw  franchise, classic monster movies of course. Gotta respect the classics.

His favorite movies of all time are  Beetlejuice (Satoru’s roll model) Corpse Bride, Frankenweenie, Edward scissors hand The Princess Bride , all the old George Romero zombie movies, again classic monster movies, The Lord Of The Rings and Hobbit  franchise. He’s a big Bruce Campbell fan, and loves, loves all the Evil Dead movies and show. Loves Deadpool and has a huge man crush Ran Reynolds. Loves all Marvel Movies. Big Spider Man fanboy.

His favorite Disney movies are Princess and the frog, disney’s Atlantis, Tangrled, 101 Dalmatians, Emperors new groove, Hercules, Toy Story, but he can’t watch the 3rd because he will cry for ours.

He wasn’t a sorcerer, he would have loved to be an actor or  film Director.

Dose play videos games, Pretty much played all the telltale games, Loves Red Dead redemption games The second one is his favorite, and loves Arthur Morgan. He’s only played Season 1 of the Walking Dead and still not over Lee’s death. Loves Stardew Valley, Pokemon and Animal Crossing.

Our boy loves his sweets, but hates eating his veggies. Trying to get this grown ass man to eat veggies is like a small fish trying fight a great white shark. It’s fight everyone is going to lose.

His favorite Tv shows’s are the Walking Dead, Game of Throwns, The Office both American and British, Big Big Doctor Who fan, loves the 10th Doctor (David Tennen is his boy) Watched Pokémon Anime that has come out the years, knows the lore like that back of his hand.

This man loves to crossdress, love to wear fancy ballgown dress, sundress and  skirts. He can walk around in high heels with easy. He owns a lot high heels shoes.

Drinks a lot of coffee, 5-8 cups a day. Cannot stand the bitterness plane coffee. He adds 12 spoonful of sugar and milk to each cup. Hell is coffee isn’t really coffee pure sugar and milk or as Nanami dubs a cup of diabetes and tooth decay.

This man has the maturity of a 6 year old. He still think fart jokes are hilarious, it you say the word ‘booger’ this man child will start laughing uncontrollably, and he makes a lot dick jokes whenever he can and innuendos. He will even go into random empty classrooms and draw a lot of stupid doodles of random shit, like you would see in kids notebook if they were bored in class, and he draws lot of that penises. For some reason he draw dicks all over the chock bored. He’s been doing this since meddle and high school, he still thinks it funny. No body else dose. ... possibly Yuji.

He will out no where will start singing show toons. He just dose. Weather he’s in a meeting, doing a mission, teaching a class or singing in the shower, he will hum or sing out right of no where. Disney songs he knows by heart, themes of anime he’s into or watching. It helps him to relax... Or annoyed the shit of the others. 

He dose not care spots but he dose enjoy baseball.

Gojo Satour’s ideal s/o

This man is a huge tease and jokester. He need someone who can match or almost his Energy.  Humor is a very important thing to him, help deal with some shit that he had to go through. Someone with a good sence of humor is one attraction to him.

He’s a patien guy, and understands that it some people take getting out their shells, and he’s very excepting, but as long as you don’t try to kill or hurt is students things should be fine.

He is very overprotective lover. His s/o could very powerful sorcerer, capable of handling themselves in battle with curses or evil sorcerers, still doesn’t change that this man will worry and will step in if things will get hairy for liking. But al the same time of s/o a very strong sorcerer and knows how to care of themselves in n a battle it dose put Satoru’a mind at ease in away, still hate the idea of being away from his lover is something to them or they get hurt. If his s/o got badly injured or his s/o was about the brink of dying. HELL. HAVE. NO. FURY. TO. THIS. MAN’S. ANGER. He kill without think twice. No mercy, no secret changes, just death. He’ll rushed over to help his S/o and take them to Dr. Shoko, and will not leave until they are taken care and healed.

He’s his overprotective of his s/o and students so don’t fuck with any of them and no has to die. This man kill with thinking twice about it.

This man is loaded. As cash, and would give Yuji, Megumi and Nobara some money to enjoy themselves with. But this man dose love to spoil his s/o when he could. Somethings he will go overboard and his s/o tells him but it’s not necessarily to spend all this money on them. Which makes him love them even more because they not love him for his money. However Gojo being, well, Gojo will randomly get bouquets of flowers for his lovely s/o I will bring it to them randomly. It doesn’t matter if they’re teaching a class or and a very important meeting with Yaga-San, he’ll ust pop out of nowhere with a big goofy grin on his face and give his s/o the flowers kiss them and disappears, there is an awkward and annoying silence from from the students or the principal. And his s/o mildly embarrassed, but flattered shall go on as if nothing happened. And it becomes has become a running joke around in the school.

Hugs, Kissses and Cuddles are a must.  Again Satour doesn’t give a shit there is a meeting or A class being taught when this man wants affection, he’s going to get affection. He’ll come from behind and rest his head on his s/o’s chin on his s/o’s head. (Because the guy’s freakishly tall) And will just annoyin the shit out of then until he gets what he wants. Then he will leave them alone, maybe not. He’s Hot mess of chaotic energy after all. Plus he thinks it’s adorable When they get a little annoyed with him.

Being Married To Gojo Satoru or just have a  domestic life with him

This man never really saw himself getting married. It’s something that he was rather against for a while, until he meets his s/o. Nothings really changed in their relationship after they got married, did a few years and they just try to not have nowhere Most of everyone at the school cannot believe that someone would actually marry this maniac. Either his s/o is as as patient as a saint, just as bad shit crazy as Gojo Satour himself.

He dose everything in his power too make this work, and so dose his s/o. The two of them being power for sorcerers is basically a couple goal, The ultimate couple. At least Satour says. That being said working as a Jujutsu Sorcerer is both a mental, emotional and sometimes a physical strain on people. When things get too much for S/O, this man will stop what he’s doing, and will will be there his s/o, and his will be there for him when he the most. Having someone being there each is the most important thing in a relationships.

His clan was very against their relationship from the beginning. But Satour did not care, he loves who he loves so his clan/family can suck it.

His favorite nicknames for s/o are Sweetness, cutiepie, pumpkin, sugar, sweetheart, honeybuns and to get cringy Pookie. So weird one’s like Mochi cheeks, and beautiful or handsome. 

His favorite nickname that his s/o calls sweetie, honey, goofball, goober and  whackadoodle, knucklehead and dingus

When s/o are going away for a mission for a few a few days or few month, or Vice versa they would text, FaceTime pretty everyday. They talk about they day, and talk about the missions that had. Satour would have his students in the background who would say hello, and he and Yuji would make stupid jokes, and Nobara would laugh a bit and Megumi would roll his eyes in the background. And when his s/o get back from a mission this man is a very clingy little shit, he will hug the hell out his s/o when they get back. And would pout and whin if you have to a meeting or don’t have to see him. He’s a big a baby like that.

Over all this man is just big goofball, sure he’s annoying as fuck sometimes, but he dose cares about other’s. He’s a hot chaotic mess of a man, by God we love him for it.

[cbkcreativeblog]

Prompt #298

Write a story or poem including the following words: hobbit, cottage, sundress, daisy.

[fkingsteverogers]

Tell Me We’ll Be Just Fine

A/N: A couple points: 1) I made a new blog for these writings to make them easier to find 2) I have a tag list! lmk if you want to be added to it 3) For my non US babes and others, your third amendment rights say you can’t be forced to house soldiers. Long Story Short 

Contains TFATWS Episode 5 spoilers

                                                        ****

With John Walker being Honorably Discharged after an International Incident, you’re stuck under house arrest.  (The United States Government would tell you house arrest is too strong of a word, it’s simply Strongly Advised you stay in your apartment.) You want to scream from the rooftops that you had nothing to do with him, that it was all an act, but you’re being Strongly Advised, so that’s not an option. You hope, wherever he is, Bucky is having a better time than you are. 

Five Days; Eastern Europe:

Bucky is not having a good time. They’re in a country where everyone wants them dead, holed up in a shitty motel and all he can think of is the absolutely devastated look on your face when he walked out the door. It makes him brood. 

“You have to talk about her sometime.” 

“Who?” 

“Whoever makes you frown like that.” 

“‘M not frowning. What do you know about it anyway? You’re single.” So maybe he was being an ass about it. You were so far away, probably cuddled up with John or Steve, and he was here, sitting in a motel room with Sam. John Walker was probably feeling you up right now, running his hand over those beautiful thighs of yours as you kissed him, making soft little noises--he clenches his fist so hard he breaks the bowl he’d been holding, splattering rice and beans all over the floor cracked tile floor. 

“Yo, man, what the fuck?!” 

Day One; New York City: 

Steve’s allowed to visit, because of course he is. He flashes some badge and the guards (who are Strongly Advising you), stand down. “Why are you here, Stevie?” And you hate that you still call him Stevie. Stevie is what you called him on the quiet nights when you two were alone and he was still yours. Steve gives you his sad smile and you want to fall into his arms, to sob into his chest and tell him how you fucked it all up. You don’t. 

“Just go, Stevie.” 

Four Days; Eastern Europe: 

Sam goes to do some surveillance, announcing that he “couldn’t deal with this shit,” leaving Bucky alone in the shitty room they were sharing. Before he’d been deployed, he would’ve spent an afternoon alone in a hotel curled up with a pretty girl or a handsome boy. During the war, he’d spend a quiet day catching up on some sleep or rereading a well loved copy of The Hobbit. During his Hydra days (which he hated thinking about but also couldn’t stop thinking about), there really weren’t days off. There were days where he killed and days where he didn’t. Since then, he’d spent most of his days off trying to remember how to be a human. 

You had made those days feel like living again. And now you were John’s girl, dressed all pretty up for him and everything. Bucky’d been fucking stupid to think you’d want someone like him, someone damaged, someone with blood on his hands. You were good and soft and pretty. You spoke four languages and had probably read every book ever written. 

You’d been good enough for Steve. 

He breaks another bowl and has to lay down after.

Day Three; New York City: 

You glare down the solider that’s sitting in your kitchen, eating a sandwich. “This is violating my Third Amendment Rights, you know.” 

The smug bastard grins and keeps eating his sandwich. 

Two Days; Louisiana: 

“That shield’s the closest thing I’ve got left to a family, so when you retired it, I felt like I had nothing left.” 

The mission had gone down as well as any of their missions go, they’d been shot at, gotten out by the skin of their teeth. Sam left to go back home as soon as he could, Bucky followed. Where else did he have to go?

“You have her.” 

He didn’t, not really. 

“I don’t want to talk about her, Sam.” Bucky tosses the shield, scowling deeply. 

Sam sighs, catching the shield. He turned to face his friend, were they friends?, and looked him up and down. “Yeah, you do.” So maybe Bucky does want to talk about you, about how betrayed he feels by you choosing Walker over him. The government hadn’t been powerful enough to stop some gossip magazine from publishing a spread of you and Walker, you in a little red sundress that makes you look incredible and his hand on your thigh. There’s some bullshit story about how you met and had been so enamored with him you’d asked him for coffee on the spot.

 It makes Bucky physically sick with rage. 

Day Four; New York City: 

After four days of being Strongly Advised, you’re ready to start pulling out your hair. The news is nonstop coverage of what happened to John Walker, the green beret who had gone crazy and killed a man in a moment of grief induced rage. And to top it all off, People released a spread that makes you want to scream. The whole shoot hadn’t been your idea, some government publicist had insisted it was necessary to sell the story. In reality, it’d been five hours with John’s hands all over you, grinning like the cat that got the cream. During a break, he’d asked you about Steve, his tone suggesting something that was none of his business. 

“You don’t get to talk about Steve.” John had smirked at you, running his tongue over his teeth. It clearly annoyed him, someone thinking he wasn’t good enough for something. “What about your wife, John?” A look of surprise crosses his face but it’s gone in a moment, the mask he wears to keep people out back in place. 

“Olivia isn’t part of the deal. I thought we could be friends,” he spits the word out like it’s dirty, “but clearly you’re not interested in that, clearly you’re interested in--” 

“Be careful how you finish that sentence, John.” Your voice is low, betraying the landmine he’s almost stepped on. Given the chance, you’d stab John Walker in his pretty face. Decades in prison means nothing when the love of your life abandoned you and the man you thought you could count on ran out. (So maybe you were thinking about Bucky, it doesn’t actually matter.)

Bucky had been a solid presence in a sea of uncertainty. He’d made you feel safe and okay. After Steve’s departure and the death of Tony, the only member of your family left, solid and safety had been in short supply. He’d showed up, ate his cold beans in silence in the kitchen, and hadn’t left. He’d made you laugh in a way you hadn’t in months. You’d developed a routine, Bucky would wake up before you and boil water for tea, you’d stumble out and cook something to serve as breakfast, and you’d both go about your days. In the evenings, you’d come together, talk about the stupid shit that had happened during the day, watch a movie on Friday nights, and go to bed. It was nice to have a routine, something and someone you could depend on. 

The nights had been quiet since he left. 

Twelve Hours; New York City: 

Bucky’s plane lands and he breathes a sigh of relief. 

It’s raining when he steps out of the airport, a down pour by anyone’s standards. Fine by him, less people to avoid. He manages to make it to the little coffee shop outside your apartment without getting too soaked. Going up there wasn’t an option, not when you were probably angry with him for running out. So he sits, drinks endless cups of coffee and watches. 

“She takes it two creams, no sugar, if you want to bring it up to her.” Bucky turns and finds himself face to face with Steve. His friend looks old, but happy, at peace even. There’s so much he wants to say, he wants to ask Steve why he left, what he thought about Walker. He wants to punch him or throttle him or hug him. Bucky wants a long fucking hug. 

“I don’t think she wants to see me, punk.” Steve sits, shaking his head. 

“I didn’t think she wanted to see me, either. Sometimes she doesn’t know what’s good for her..” 

Before Bucky can reply, before he can really process what Steve is saying, he gets a text from Sam and he’s off to save the world again.

Day Five; New York City: 

Because the universe hates you, you can’t even use your phone to entertain yourself. Someone leaked your personal number and it hadn’t stopped ringing since. And, since the internet has no nuance, they’re mostly death threats. You’re reading a book when the guards who are Strongly Advising you abandon their posts. There’s something going on, something that no one bothers to inform you about. 

You go back to reading your book. Hopefully Bucky’s not being thrown through a wall. 

Thirty Minutes; New York City: 

Bucky gets thrown through a wall. 

It fucking hurts and he’s dizzy after. Like can’t-walk-straight-am-I-actually-drunk-dizzy. Sam, the useless bastard, loads him into a taxi, tells him he’ll be fine, and gives the driver your address. Bucky’s dimly aware of this fact, aware of the fact that this poor man is driving him, a bleeding super solider, to the one place he wanted to be but wasn’t welcome. 

Two Minutes; New York City: 

The guards aren’t back by the time the downstairs buzzer starts ringing incessantly. You’re in the middle of your book, right at the moment where the head-strong damsel and the Lord she hated are about to kiss. You try to ignore it, With a groan, you stomp down to the doors. 

Standing there, half supported by Vasily, the Russian cabbie (who is definitely into some shady business), is Bucky. 

Now; New York City: 

You thank Vasily, telling him you’ll pay for the cab when you see him on Friday for Shabbat, and take the bleeding Bucky into your arms. Bucky mumbles something, clearly speaking Russian but too lowly for you to actually understand. Vasily glares at him, muttering curses as he stalks away. 

Dragging Bucky up to your sixth floor apartment means sharing a run in with Daisy Mae, your elderly neighbor who’s 90% blind and enjoys loitering in the elevator. She seems to take offense to Bucky mumbling Russian children’s songs to himself. 

“Speak English dear, not Communism. We’re in the United States.” 

“Mind the business that pays you, Daisy Mae.”

She hmphs, but doesn’t say anything else. Bucky, for his part, gives a rousing performance of the Russian alphabet. Finally, you get Bucky into your apartment and unceremoniously drop him on your couch. 

It’s not long before he falls asleep, leaving you to stare at him for hours, wondering just what he’s going to say when he wakes up. 

When he does wake up, it’s to the scent of your soap, sweet watermelon that always leaves an aching in the pit of his stomach. Waking up on your couch, smelling your soap, and listening to you cook feels like a dream. How many times had he thought about this exact moment while he was with Sam? Soon enough you’d turn the corner from the kitchenette and smile at him, that beautiful smile that never failed to make him feel a little dizzy. 

And then he’d wake up in a shitty hotel room, listening to Sam take a shit through the paper thin walls. 

He waits, but when you appear, you’re frowning anxiously. And God, you’re so fucking beautiful. You’re wearing a pair of tiny sleep shorts that expose your long legs to his greedy eyes. Your hair is pushed back off your face, exposing the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen. 

Steve was a lucky man, to be able to love you.  Maybe one day he’ll find a woman like you to love, if he’s lucky. Has he ever been lucky?

Bucky looks confused when you appear holding tea. “Hi.” He doesn’t say anything back, just frowns back. Your mind races, realizing he probably doesn’t want to see you, that he was dropped off here by some well meaning friend, and he was going to get up and walk out the door again. 

“At least let me clean you up before you go.” Bucky nods wordlessly, looking like he’s still a little stunned. He takes a seat at the kitchen table as you pull down the first aid kit you’d put together when Steve was still here. There’s a cut above his eyebrow that’s still oozing a little blood. It’s in such a place you have to situate yourself between his legs in order to get to it. 

It’s quiet while you work, Bucky’s never been a man of many words and now he’s probably trying to figure out how to tell you you’re never going to see him again. As soon as he’s cleaned up well enough that you’re satisfied he won’t die sitting at your kitchen table, you step away to admire your handy work. Bucky’s left hand, his metal hand, catches your wrist and pulls you back to him. It holds you there while his right hand comes up to cup your face, running a thumb over your cheekbone. 

“You’re so beautiful.” 

He’s not sure what possesses him when he pulls you back into him. All he knows is if he doesn’t get you close, if he doesn’t tell you how fucking beautiful you are, he won’t be able to breathe. You make a little noise of exasperation, your gorgeous lips parting. “I mean it.” “Bucky…” You try to pull away but he holds you there, studying every inch of your face and committing it to memory. There’s an electricity between the two of you, it feels like the air is charged enough to light that stupid snail lamp you’d bought from Arrow or whatever that store you loved was called. “Bucky…” You repeat, your voice softer, in a tone he can’t quite describe

Before either of you can move or say anything else, the door swings open to reveal Sam and Torres, flanked by three soldiers. None of them take notice of what feels like a very compromising position. 

“Oh good, you’re here, Sargent Barnes. You're all being moved to a safe house. Pack enough for an indeterminate amount of time.” 

[contre-qui]

Loom, cottage, clothesline and dandelion !!🌿

loom: what is a hobby you’ve always wanted to try?

Knitting. I think it would be so fun, and I already sew and embroider

cottage: what does your ideal cottage look like?(pictures optional)

Ooo this one is tricky. Probably light walls but dark wood furniture with a lot of green and books. A little hobbit hole.

clothesline: what is your favorite staple of cottagecore fashion?

It has to be the flowy sundress. What could be more fun? I also love the hair scarves and bandanas though.

dandelion: would you rather live in the shire or the hundred acre wood?

The Shire one thousand percent. I love the Hundred Acre Woods but I need to live amongst a people who appreciate my need for second breakfast and always have homemade bread and jam in the pantry.

[jiangwanyin]

4, 8, 10! You can chose the character you'd prefer for each number, but it they have to be from Tolkien's universe.

oh thank you so much that's perfect!! 💌🌿🍵

4. shopping for formal wear with

fingon hands down!! okay i'm leaning very heavily on fanon here but he's FUN and he's got STYLE and i feel like we'd have a really good time and would end up choosing pretty quickly and then try a bunch of completely ridiculous clothes on too just for the hell of it and then go on to look at jewelry to go with what we bought and he would probably be super sweet and supportive and would motivate me to keep going when i inevitably lost my patience which is bound to happen sooner or later because generally i am not the biggest fan of clothes shopping

fingolfin i think? he'd probably be a lot more chill but i'm convinced he has a good sense of fashion too and i imagine him being very patient and helpful but also more practical and efficient which suits me just fine?

aragorn specifically post-coronation aragorn because i have a feeling his ranger look would get us kicked out of any shop that keeps formal wear, but otherwise he's patient, he's rational, he's good company. i don't think he knows or cares much about fashion but i don't doubt he actually has good taste and i just know he'd wait around for me to try on fifty different pretty suits and dresses

aredhel because i imagine her as both pretty chill and serious enough to get things done but also someone i'd genuinely enjoy hanging out with and although apart from when it comes to sundresses for the summer i rarely go for full white, my style for formal wear is definitely on the more reserved side too so we'd probably agree easily enough on which stores to go to and find clothes for each other that'd actually fit perfectly?

boromir if i was going specifically for a suit, i feel like we'd have a very good sort of brotherly time, he has expensive but practical taste and we'd probably have a laugh and maybe get a little competitive over who finds a good suit jacket first and always swap to see who it fits better and it'd be very chill but i also don't think he's particularly patient so i'd only commit to that if i had a specific shop or style in mind and knew i could choose easily because i think he'd probably want to get going soon once he found something good to wear and he'd be kind enough not to say so but i wouldn't want to be a burden

8. wake up handcuffed to

finrod solely because i love him with my entire heart and i'd trust him and i wouldn't mind hanging out with him even if we were in a bit of a tight spot because i know he'd get us out of whatever mess we're in the moment we found a way out, i just hope it'd have a happier ending than that time with beren did but assuming the circumstances weren't absolutely unbearable i think we'd find a way to actually enjoy it and pass the time discussing philosophy!

i'm actually surprising myself with this one too but maybe bilbo??? he turned out to be a pretty good burgler so i don't doubt he'd somehow manage to steal the keys to the handcuffs and we'd just sneak away

i'm of half a mind to say annatar because he's crafty and can shapeshift but unless he still needed me for some plot he's been manipulating me to help him see through he'd probably just shapeshift out of his handcuffs and leave me there to rot or would be the one who put me in handcuffs to begin with so probably not ideal??

maedhros because he's strong, smart, and strategic so he could probably get us out and he's patient enough, i don't think i'd want to get stuck anywhere with the rest of the fëanorians barring maglor, no matter how much i love them, and we all saw what happened at thangorodrim so even if he can't get us out i trust that fingon would come looking for him sooner or later

aragorn again i think? i'm sorry i'm biased he's been my favourite character since i was 10 but i genuinely think he'd be perfect for this too, again he's a very good problem solver and also good company to just hang out with and would probably keep me from worrying too much about the situation we're in!!

10. to cut and style my hair

ooh okay so the thing is i don't really style my hair like . at all, it's just sort of short and a mess and i like it that way but since i already have a sort of hobbit like haircut, my hair's just not quite as curly i'd definitely trust frodo or sam to cut it for me again and it doesn't even have to be neat or perfect?

but i suppose i'm also not entirely opposed to doing something more fancy with it for a change so i'd love a haircut and some more simple but elegant and pretty braiding by galadriel as well as an opportunity to have a chat with her also about philosophy

it's probably not his primary skill but i think faramir would do a decent job too since my haircut really isn't a big deal and he'd definitely be neat and attentive enough! also again he'd be amazing company.

going for a more fancy look here but i would love to see what melian would make of my hair? 👀 iii don't imagine maiar actually have to cut their hair but she's a good mum and surely knows how to do some really nice braiding so i think she'd do a great job and would probably make it look really shiny and pretty and put a bunch of flowers in it!

can i go with fingon again? i still stand by him having great style and he'd probably put jewelry in it and do all sorts of fancy braids aaand try out all kinds of different hair styles and we'd have an amazing time all around!

give me 5 characters to rank in a situation

[wildwcmen]

basic information

Full Name: Evelyn Clements

Nickname(s): Evie, almost exclusively, or Eve

Age: 19-25

Date of Birth: May 15th

Hometown: Chicago, IL

Ethnicity: White

Nationality: American

Gender: Cis Woman

Pronouns: She/Her

Religion: Non-practicing Christian

Occupation: Student, baker, stripper, cam girl (age dependent)

Language(s) Spoken: English

Accent: Midwestern American

physical appearance

Face Claim: Sydney Sweeney

Hair Colour: Blonde

Eye Colour: Blue

Height: 5′3

Weight: 120 lbs

Build: Petite, curvy.

Tattoos: None.

Piercings: Ears.

Clothing Style: Sundresses, the color pink, cute lingerie always, crop tops, short skirts, fruit and flower patterns.

Usual Expression: Gleeful, smiling, laughing.

Distinguishing Characteristics: BIG BOOBAS and a big heart to match

health

Sleeping Habits: She stays up late if she has to work or study, and is pretty good at adjusting her sleep schedule as necessary.

Eating Habits: Food is the way to her heart! She eats often and she eats well. When I say “often” i mean as many meals as a hobbit, and good ass food (usually homemade).

Exercise Habits: She is very active and has a lot of active hobbies! She gets daily exercise in some form.

Emotional Stability: 9/10

Sociability: Very sociable, but loves to have some alone time to recharge and rest.

Drug Use: No.

Alcohol Use: Occasionally.

personality

Label: The go-getter

Positive Traits: kind, big hearted, optimistic, talented

Negative Traits: naive, guilt-tripper, secretive

Fears: Clowns

Hobbies: Too many to count tbh. Roller blading, dancing, pole dancing, socializing, baking, cooking, organization, shopping, gymnastics, cheerleading, softball.

Habits: Laughing in inappropriate times

favourites

Weather: Warm, but not too humid

Colour: Hot pink

Music: Anything she can dance to

Movies: None! They’re too long!

Sport: Softball

Beverage: Pina Colada

Food: Don’t make her choose! Pizza, probably, because of the versitility.

Animal: Dogs! The bigger, the better

family

Father: Reese Clements

Mother: Avery Clements

Sibling(s): 5 older siblings, all at least 4+ years older

Pet(s): two dogs (unnamed)

Family’s Financial Status: Middle class

extra

Zodiac Sign: Taurus Sun, Taurus Moon, Taurus Rising

MBTI: ESFP

Enneagram: The Achiever

Temperament: Sanguine

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

Primary Vice: Gluttony

Primary Virtue: Patience

Element: Earth

flaws

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | avoidant | restless.

strengths

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny.

skills & hobbies

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | beach combing | ballet | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling.

human verse

Evie is the youngest of six, with her oldest sibling being nearly twenty years older than she is. By the time she was born, her parents had taken a very hands off approach to parenting. Evie was always allowed freedom, with very few rules...which ultimately led to her being very good at self regulating. She opted to give herself rules, thank you very much! Her parents ran out of any sort of college fund by the time Evie was done with high school, and she quickly realized that her job as a waitress wasn't going to pay her way through culinary school. She started working as a dancer and later, a cam girl, when her back pain became too severe to dance. While her ultimate goal in life is to open her own bakery, she has a big fear of letting go of her other work in favor of pursuing her dream.