#for prompts overthinking and slow dancing

[thevioletcaptain]

Emoji prompt! 🪼👀🎨

@carnilia Thanks for the prompt, and I'm sorry this fill took so long for me to post! I hope you enjoy the deancas ficlet & the art I ended up making to go with it :)

The Beholder

It doesn’t take long for Dean to learn that Cas is a sweet talker in the bedroom. Sometimes it’s compliments; others, it’s praise. Either way, whether they’re moving together slow beneath the sheets, or hard and fast up against a door after barely making it inside, he’s always gentle with his words.

The first time, Dean figured it was because it was the first time, and he didn’t ask. But they’re far from their first time, now.

They’ve been together almost a month, and though it’s still new in the grand scheme of things, and Dean still feels a little like he’s getting away with something every time Cas kisses him, they’ve settled far enough into something like comfort that he thinks he can bring it up.

“You called me beautiful again,” Dean murmurs against Cas’ skin, trailing the tip of his nose over his arm, and Cas hums in a questioning tone, as if to say — yes, I did, and is that alright? at the same time.

Hooking his knee over Cas’, Dean presses in closer until his belly is warm against Cas’ bare hip, and his cheek is settled against his chest, and Cas has no choice but to shift his arm to wrap around Dean’s shoulders and hold him there.

It’s easier like this. Close enough to feel secure. Close enough to get away with avoiding eye contact.

“I mean, it’s nice. It’s just…”

He trails off. It’s easier, but it’s still not easy.

“Just?” Cas asks, touching Dean’s chin until he has no choice but to tilt his face up to meet his gaze.

When he does, Cas is looking at him so patiently, so softly, that Dean is rendered weak by it. Incapable of resisting the sweetness of him, even if he is still nervous to be talking about this. He catches Cas’ hand in his own, kissing his fingertips before he settles back against his chest and lets go. Speaks.

“Just. Okay, tell me if this is— if I’m overthinking things or whatever. But it kinda… I guess I worry, y’know? That it’s one-sided.”

Underneath Dean’s cheek, Cas’ chest rumbles with a thoughtful sound as he works to understand what Dean means. Evidently, he comes up empty.

“If I didn’t know better, I might think you were saying you find me unattractive.”

Snorting a laugh, Dean shakes his head.

His fingers dance over Cas’ ribs. Smooth over his stomach. He’s so warm, and solid, and Dean’s rarely been closer to him than in moments like this, basking in the afterglow.

He’s also never felt the distance between the way they know one another quite so acutely.

“I can’t see you,” he says on a breath, like saying it quiet will make it less devastating to think about, and Cas links their fingers together on an exhale. Squeezes Dean’s hand in his own.

“Ah,” he says, and Dean’s relieved that he can tell he understands.

“And— yeah, this is your body now, and it has been for a while, and I get that, but I just… man, sometimes I really hate that I never got to see the rest of you, you know?”

“I know,” Cas tells him, and raises Dean’s hand to kiss his knuckles before lowering it back to press against his chest. “I wish I could’ve shown you, but… hm.”

Cas trails off, and Dean twists to look at him again. His brow is creased in thought.

“Hm?” Dean prompts.

“Well… I just had an idea. It’s not quite the same, but there might be a way for me to show you an approximation.”

“How?”

Cas looks down at him and smiles.

“You’ll have to be patient,” he says, which isn’t really an answer, but he pulls Dean fully on top of him as he says it, so Dean’s willing to let it slide. “It might take some time for me to get it right.”

...

It takes a few years, in the end.

More hours than Dean can count spent in a breezy, brightly lit studio next door to the Lebanon Post Office; Cas learning how to paint under the watchful eye of a woman with a seemingly endless collection of flowing, gauzy scarves, while Dean alternately reads thrifted pulp novels and hones his already halfway-decent sketching skills nearby, just because he’d rather spend this time with Cas than without, even if they’re working on independent projects.

Cas doesn’t rush ahead.

He wants to get a solid grasp of the medium, first; wants to learn to paint the physical world before he attempts the metaphysical.

Over time, the bunker fills with his paintings.

First, still life pieces that feature everything from Jack’s collection of interesting rocks, to the mixtape Dean gave him, to an assortment of produce pilfered from the vegetable drawer.

Next, pictures of Dean, of Jack and Sam and Claire, of Miracle running in the woods with her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her tail a golden blur.

Landscapes and seascapes and sprawling open skies. Insects and fish and lights on the highway.

The view from the back seat of the Impala as Dean smiles at him in the rearview mirror; the view from the passenger seat as they link hands between them.

When they eventually leave the bunker behind, handing over the keys to a younger generation and moving into a little house across town from Sam and Eileen two years after they first got together, they take most of Cas’ paintings with them, and their home above-ground becomes a gallery of his artwork.

Dean loves every single one.

He hangs them in every room, interspersed with Jack’s enthusiastic creations and dozens of photos that had, until recently, lived almost exclusively on Dean’s phone.

At Cas’ insistence, he adds a few of his own sketches to the mix. An old one he drew of Charlie — the Charlie he still thinks of as his Charlie — back when they worked that djinn case together in 2013. One of Cas standing at his easel in the studio, lips pursed in concentration. A tiny drawing of his mom not long after Amara had brought her back, scratched out on a post-it note while he’d been talking with her on the phone.

The wall over their bed has been left open, though. Cas has complained that whatever he finally produces won’t be worth such prime real estate, but Dean insists it will be by virtue of featuring the best looking guy he knows.

Cas has given up on debating the flawed logic of Dean’s argument.

It’s almost eight months after they move into the house when Cas announces that he’s ready to attempt the self portrait, and Dean can’t accompany him to the studio anymore.

“I don’t want you to see it before it’s done,” he says, uncharacteristically nervous as he twists his hands in his lap, and Dean reaches out to stop him. Weaves their fingers together.

“So I’ll stay home,” he says.

He tugs Cas’ hand when he still seems worried. Pulls him into a kiss that Cas relaxes into. Breathes into.

“Whatever you need, okay?”

After that, he comes home every day smelling of acrylics, with a kaleidoscope of color under his nails and flecked on his neckline where his smock hangs a little too low.

Some days, he spends hours at the studio, and returns frustrated and tired, and Dean pulls him into the shower to rub his shoulders and remind him that it doesn’t have to be perfect. That he should only do this if he wants to.

“I want to see you, but only if you want me to see,” he says for probably the twentieth time since Cas first offered to paint the self portrait, and just like every time before, Cas’ body goes lax under his hands. Tilts into him.

“I want you to,” he says.

The day he finally brings the painting home, loaded into the back of his truck and wrapped in a canvas sheet, he sits out in the driveway for almost fifteen minutes before Dean heads out to see what’s keeping him.

It takes almost another ten minutes of gentle pressure before Cas admits that it’s not that he’s worried he hasn’t done a good job, but that he’s halfway convinced that Dean will take one look at it — at him — and wish he’d never asked to see.

That he’s too alien. Too inhuman. Too strange.

That it will change things between them, even if Dean doesn’t want it to.

Dean doesn’t know how to comfort him; can’t find a combination of words that will convince him that Dean would love him in any form. Would love him still if he were a monster — has done, back when the Leviathan twisted him into a dark mirror of himself, and Dean had looked at him and thought we can still get through this. I just need him to be okay.

Without the words, he just shuffles across the bench seat of Cas’ truck to press his lips to Cas’ temple. Settles him. Grounds him with one hand on his thigh and the other looped around his shoulders.

“It’s gonna be fine,” he says, because even if he can’t figure out how to put a whole big speech together, he’s gotta say something, and Cas lets out a gusty breath against his neck.

“What if it’s not?”

Tapping his chin, Dean waits until Cas reluctantly turns to look at him.

“I love you,” he says, firm. He repeats it when Cas tries to look away. “Hey— I love you.”

“I know. I love you, too. I’m sorry I’m being—”

“It’s okay. I get it. But—” Dean sucks his lip between his teeth, weighing the odds that his next words will be received in the spirit they’re intended before throwing caution to the wind. “You still think I’m pretty, right?”

“You know I do.”

“Well, I’ve gotta look pretty weird to an angel, right? Four limbs, two eyes, not a feather in sight. All this pesky skin.”

“You’re forgetting that the other angels all thought I was a freak,” Cas says, though he’s starting to calm down, and Dean nudges in to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Sweetheart, you know I’m a freak, too.”

Huffing a laugh, Cas tilts his head back against the driver’s side window to look at him.

“You’re really sure you won’t regret knowing?”

“I’m really sure.”

Cas pushes out a breath. Nods.

“Okay,” he says, and gives Dean a shaky smile. “Help me carry it inside?”

When Cas pulls the canvas sheet away, it takes Dean a moment to fully absorb what he’s looking at.

He’s seen old engravings of angels; spinning wheels of light and fire, wings and limbs and countless eyes. Looking at this, he can see how the descriptions came about when made by people who had no other frame of reference, but his first thought, of all things, is jellyfish.

Because Cas is glowing. Iridescent.

His feathery limbs float, tendril-like in the darkness, and all of his eyes are trained on Dean. Tender, somehow as they look at him; nude and at peace in the palm of a giant.

It cracks Dean open not only to see Cas, finally, but to instantly recognize such a familiar gaze on his otherworldly face.

This is Cas.

This is Cas.

“The scale isn’t exactly accurate,” Cas says, fidgeting in a way that Dean hasn’t seen him do since he got stoned with Eileen and had to admit to Dean that he’d eaten the last piece of cherry pie. “But I wanted to include you, and if I’d made our relative sizes true to life I would have needed to at least triple the size of the canvas to make you large enough to include enough detail, and—”

“Cas?”

Cas stops talking, swallowing roughly, and Dean drags his gaze away from the painting to look at him. His eyes are wide and blue and shining, and though there’s a world of difference between the figure in the painting and the one Dean’s reaching for and pulling close, he’s the same. He’s exactly the same.

“You’re beautiful,” he says. Breathes against his skin.

Turns out Dean’s been able to see him this whole time. [written for this prompt game] [cas' self portrait is rebloggable here] [posted on ao3 as imogenbynight 💚]

[ancentient]

there is NOT ENOUGH karen shetty x gretchen wieners on here, and every other platform (ao3). so here's my overdue contribution to the gay best friends to lovers of the 2024 plastics

only headcanons for now until i can write oneshots about them. (give prompts pls?)

# SFW | cutesy hcs

pre-dating! karen shetty x gretchen wieners

— karen always hangs at gretch's house after school

— sometimes it's just gretch having a full-blown rant session about guys and girls (mostly girls now)

— because gretchen wieners is bi! and starts to focus on girls more now that she dumped jacob

— also... gretchen probably has religious guilt

— and sometimes it's karen forcing gretch to do a tiktok with her

— gretch especially loves learning tiktok dances from karen

— they discovered that setting the a/c on the lowest temperature and cuddling is the best way to end a sleepover

— gretchen uses karen's arm as a pillow

— gretchen gets cold easily... so you know, back cuddles

— gretchen definitely likes karen's back cuddles

— but she likes it more when she's facing karen

— whenever gretch faces her, she overthinks whether to tell karen she's pretty because it might not be appropriate for the situation

— so karen initiates the praises instead; ranging from "you looked good with your shoes today" to "i like how you look at me"

— karen's voice slightly lowers when she's sleepy

— gretch accidentally calls karen "mamí" instead of "mamá" more than a few times

— and gretch plays it cool every time because karen doesn't seem to have heard nor realized it

— but karen DOES. EVERY TIME.

— one time it happened, they were with the whole friend group (regina, cady, janis, damian, aaron) and karen acted like she was busy on her phone to save gretchen the embarrassment

— the group still noticed though, the slip up and the acting; regina wasn't as surprised honestly

— ever since then they had been plotting to get them to realize their feelings for each other; regina and cady agreed to play their secret wingwomen, led by damian (regina gave up after the first few weeks because the two were just too hopeless)

— karen and gretchen don't realize their feelings until college

— speaking of college, they're roommates! (along with cady but girl's always at regina's place)

— still not dating at this point though, just having very normal homoerotic crises about their best friend

— it was driving gretchen absolutely maddd

— didn't help that karen was popular with the crowd

— as a result of overthinking, gretchen ended up ignoring karen; karen took a while to notice though

— by the time she did, gretch has curled up in her bed, all swollen up from crying all weekend

— karen had pink flowers to give gretchen that night

— karen dried gretchen's eyes first before confessing (my karen shetty gentlewoman, gentle giant agenda)

— karen only kissed her hand, knowing that gretchen was at a place where she needs to take it slow or else she'll get overwhelmed with things again

— that night, gretchen slept on karen's chest

— the gang arrived the next day to spot them cuddling, and took pictures for future purposes

well, that was longer than what i initially had in mind BUT IT HAD TO BE SAID.

i NEED more of them please im begging

[cera-writes]

I want to request then a roberto da costa x reader fluff

reader having a crush on roberto but not knowing really what to do/How to tell him, she follows jubilees advice and tries to show him by little actions: whenever he mentioned something he saw or wanted, besides him being with very money, she would get it for him

it would continue until he notices or reader admits it and they happy

I hope I phrased in a way you can understand

A/N: Roberto is still a teen in X-Men '97 so this fic is strictly cute fluff and reader is about the same age as him in this fic! Tags: obviously sfw, fluff, coming of age, first crush Prompt: Reader has been crushing on Roberto for some time. One day, at the local arcade, she finally confesses to him. Pairing: Roberto da Costa x F!Reader

"I Just Really Like You."

The shrill beeps and flashing lights of the arcade were practically a second language to you. You weaved between cabinets, a determined glint in your eye as you scanned for your next opponent. A familiar laugh drew your attention to the Street Fighter machine where Sunspot, all sunshine and charisma, was effortlessly defeating a challenger.

With a grin, you nudged him on the shoulder. "Hey, Roberto, ready to lose?"

He glanced over, a playful glint in his dark eyes. "Is that a challenge, (Y/N)? You know I go easy on newbies."

The playful banter was a familiar routine. You and Sunspot had met a few weeks ago at the X-Mansion's rec room, a shared love of classic arcade games sparking an instant friendship. Today, you were on a mission to prove you were no newbie.

The next hour flew by in a flurry of button mashing and playful trash talk. Roberto's laughter filled the air as you emerged victorious in a particularly close match of Dance Dance Revolution.

"Alright, alright," he conceded, wiping a playful bead of sweat from his brow. "You win this round, (Y/N). But next time..."

He trailed off, his gaze lingering on you a beat too long. The air crackled with a sudden undercurrent you hadn't noticed before. Self-consciousness bloomed in your chest.

"Maybe next time," you mumbled, suddenly finding your shoes very interesting.

Sunspot's fingers brushed against yours as he reached for his jacket. "Hey," he said softly, his voice warm. "About next time..."

You dared to meet his gaze. His smile was different now, softer, tinged with something more. Before you could overthink it, the words tumbled out.

"The truth is," you blurted, cheeks burning, "I, uh, I like you, Sunspot. Not just as a friend."

A slow smile spread across Sunspot's face, lighting up his eyes like miniature suns. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice a husky rumble. "Me too, (Y/N)."

The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you in that neon-lit haven. It seemed victory wasn't the only prize you'd be taking home today.

A/N: Oh my god, I rewrote this whole fic cause I didn't like it initially lol.

[thesassywitchofthenortheast]

Yall she’s finally feeling better, which means my brain can actually write again lol here’s a few sneak peeks for you — two of these were supposed to be for Lucy Week but you know my immune system had a different idea so….

Rekindled Flames, Ch. 5: All of You, All of Me (Intertwined)

“You’re sure? You said slow.”

“And we’ve been doing that, and it’s been great, but I don’t want to anymore. I’m tired of overthinking it. We’ve been so good, Tim. Everything has been…“ She shakes her head, pressing her forehead against his. “I love you and I just want to be with you like this again. So please, just —“

Alls Well That Ends Well (To End Up With You)

“I feel like I have to make up for last year.” He drops his head in shame, arms delicately wrapping around her waist. “We had so many plans — I had plans — and I threw them away. I left you.”

“But you put in the work and you came back, babe.” Lucy moves her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.

Summer Trope Prompt: Broken A/C

“I was planning on cooking tonight, that okay?”

“Depends on what’s on the menu. Cause if you’re getting recipe’s from Tamara again…”

“One time!” Tim looks at her, eyes dancing with mirth as he crosses his arms. “One time and you haven’t let it go.”

“Because it was an abomination Tim! I can’t believe you even agreed to make it!”

“Lesson learned. Never again.”

My Beloved Ghost and Me: Ch 2

“Oh, you have a visitor.”

“Yeah.” Tim smiles.

“Is she hurting you, I can wake her if you don’t want to.”

“No. This is —“ he’s about to say it’s normal, Lucy has fallen asleep on top of him more times than Tim can count, but it’s not anymore. It was, before he ruined everything.

[marnieorange]

𝐉𝐞𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐥, 𝐔𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, & 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.

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warnings; none! reader is indicated to be female. victorian era themes. courtship and engagement mentioned :)

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𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐉𝐞𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐥

𖤓 The courtship with Henry is very different to the marriage itself, I believe

𖤓 I generalise the idea that he tries his best to prove himself to you during the courtship and engagement; giving you expensive gifts and accompanying you at parties.

𖤓 But when you are married to him, you see what he is actually like.

𖤓 Not that it is anything too bad to start with, but it is definitely not picture perfect in terms of his presentability.

𖤓 The wedding would be wonderful, don't get me wrong! I believe Henry would enjoy the day (and night) immensely.

𖤓 As a husband, he would do his best. That is what is expected, anyway.

𖤓 But I feel like you would have to deal with a lot of burnouts from him, which usually end up with him relying on you more than you rely on him.

𖤓 Despite this, Henry is an entertainer to a degree.

𖤓 Being married to him, in the early stages (pre-Hyde) means having - and perhaps hosting - dinner parties with Lanyon, Utterson, and other friends.

𖤓 And on celebrations, perhaps a ball or two.

𖤓 He isn't the best romantically once you get to know him. He overthinks, wonders if he comes off too forward. But after you give him reassurances, I feel like he'd be less stressed and actually savour your romantic moments honestly and tenderly.

𖤓 I believe his love languages would be words of affirmation (mainly), then quality time and physical touch.

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𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐔𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

𖤓 Gabriel John Utterson. Where to begin?

𖤓 Worried and awkward during the courtship, I assume. But I feel like he would loosen up during the engagement.

𖤓 Everyone knows he's boring, reserved, distant... so when you put forth any romantic display of affection for the first time, whether that be a compliment or asking him to dance with you at a ball, he would be confused.

𖤓 I also think he's slow when it comes to love. He's Victorian, he knows what's expected during it... but actually having it? He's confused.

𖤓 Because of this, you would likely have to be the one to initiate the relationship.

𖤓 In the engagement, he's more... jittery. Excited, even. Like, he can't believe you actually want to marry him.

𖤓 He is... the most sweet husband, honestly.

𖤓 Being a lawyer is tiring, too much stress - paperwork - but he always puts the effort in to love you.

𖤓 Romantic dinners and drinking wine together would be common, I imagine. Talking until the late hours... It would be lovely.

𖤓 His main love language would be quality time. But minorly, I think he would enjoy words of affirmation and giving gifts.

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𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧

𖤓 I am the biggest Lanyon lover. Don't even get me started!

𖤓 He is so respectful. His inital proposal would have to be through talking to your father before hand, making sure he has approval.

𖤓 He's a Victorian gentleman, after all! It is expected.

𖤓 Your father saying yes would be the highlight of his life. He's a dreamer, but he believes in tradition. His thoughts would be full of your future together during the engagement.

𖤓 Like Jekyll, I believe him to enjoy dinner parties also. As a way to allow your friends to know of your engagement, Hastie definitely had a get together.

𖤓 He's so in love with you, honestly.

𖤓 On the wedding day he almost forgets to say 'I do,' needing prompting from the officiant to quit staring at you and actually talk.

𖤓 As a husband, he's absolutely perfect - much like Utterson. You'll have dates together, drink to late hours... And unlike Jekyll, he does not get burnt out frequently - win win!

𖤓 In fact, when he does eventually have his disagreement with Henry, I feel like that would be one of the first times in which he explicitly asks for your support.

𖤓 It's not like you do not support him, of course you do! But it would have been one of the only times, I imagine, that he'd straight up ask for help.

𖤓 In my opinion, I feel like acts of service is his main love type. But physical touch follows closely. Hastie seems like the kind of hand to hold your hand and interlink your fingers at dinner or on walks.

[quartermera]

Slow Dancing with Doflamingo

♦: Slow dancing

In a world such as the one of the Donquixotte Family, it is assumed that one is capable of dancing. The kind of dancing that fits with worldly events. The kind of dancing that takes years of practice to master and that people are trained for since their childhood.

However, you originated from a different kind of world. Such dances were only vaguely known to you. You may have seen people perform them once or twice before, but it was not a skill you possessed.

That is why Doflamingo had arranged a private meeting with you. Well as private as a meeting with him and a small number of musicians could be. Yes, he was going to teach you how to dance. Because you were his partner, and he could not allow for either of you to come over as fools.

Not that anyone would be allowed to talk behind your back without suffering the consequences, but if that situation could be avoided altogether, all the better.

"Now, let's start with your posture," Doflamingo declared. "Back straight, shoulders down and chin up."

As he enumerated, he gently touched every part of your body that needed correction. When he deemed your position correct, he held your hand as he snaked his other arm around your waist. Giving you one final look, he nodded in the direction of the musicians.

Doflamingo turned back towards you and silently counted to 4. You hesitated, unsure of how well you were doing. Doflamingo however did not object, only guiding you confidently. You soon eased into the rhythm of the melody. Despite your small faults and pauses, your partner's strong grip allowed you to not overthink your movements.

After a minute or three, the music died down. Doflamingo, however, stayed close. Looking down at you, he declared: "Better than I expected." With a smirk, he leaned over and rested his lips against your forehead.

Hiii @hellandcupcakes ! So sorry for the ridiculously long wait, but I hope you will like this little blurb :)

Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy Prompt List

[fallingforel]

Hi can i request prompts 9, 10, 16 & 20 w Brad Simpson? Could be kinda angsty but also fluff please

A/n I've been so slow recently a lot has been going on but I'm slowly working through requests so here it is and lets get on with the showwww 😅😅😅

prompts 9,10,16 & 20 “I could never leave you behind.”, “Come with me.” “Drop the attitude.” “You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”

words: 1,835

It was a great night, Brad performing to a sold out arena show, with his best mates by his side. It was honestly such a pinch me moment for all of us 20,000 people out there tonight. I had been there for all of it, I didn't mean to give them their break It happened when I was working for EMI I mentioned that my boyfriend had a band one day when he asked what my plans was and said that I was watching my boyfriends band performed, he came that night and then offered them a record deal and it just happened in a whirlwind.

But as I was saying it was a good night...until it wasn't Brad had bought out Sabrina, the one girl I didn't get along with. She made it her mission to break me and Brad up, but it didn't work. However when he was up there with her it hurt me because he seemed so in love with her when they were singing together. Ultimately, I knew it wasn't the truth but I'm a chronic overthinker and it's things like this that send me into overdrive with my overthinking.

Brad didn't know I was here tonight, thinking that I had to work late tonight. So that just made it worse, I was genuinely working late but as I work at his record label and everyone knew I was his girlfriend, Kirstie my bestfriend in the workplace, took over my work so that I could surprise him tonight.

However, I still went backstage to congratulate everyone, I still cared and who was I to turn down a drink with my best mates? They deserved it especially after coming down from a tempestuous high. Alcohol and good music in the green room was the best way to do this, so I went to go find them.

"JAMES!" I shouted spotting the tall blonde boy from a few metres infront of me, "Y/N! what are you doing here? Brad told us you were at work." "well I was. But Kirstie took over my work so that I could be here tonight knowing it was your o2 show tonight. You guys did so good!" I said ending my sentence with a bit more enthusiasm than usual. "Kirstie is so good to you, you'll have to bring her to one of our concerts sometime! I know we'd all love to meet her" "Oh James! She'd love that. Not to mention you two would be perfect for eachother!" "well, that gives you even more reason to bring her round. C'mon drinks are calling our names. May I?" He asks politely making a loop with his arm on his hip. Gesturing for me to link my arm in his, which I nod to.

After just a few twists of the hallway we were at the green room and as soon as I opened the door noticing Brad and Sabrina laughing together, all close as well. But, I was soon distracted by Connor and Tris shouting "Y/N!" at me, followed by both of them wrapping their arms around me. After niceties were made I soon had a vodka cranberry passed to me by Brad, followed by a kiss where he went in for the lips but I turned my head, so it landed on my cheek. Brad clearly upset by it said "Drop the attitude, Y/n. It's not the look you think it is" "yeah it is, especially when I'm pissed off at you" which earnt a few oohs from the other lads in the room which made Brad go off to the balcony where Sabrina fled to when I entered the room.

"Hey Y/n" James said sitting next to me, after watching my face drop when Brad left the room to join Sabrina. "You know you have nothing to worry about right?" "really? Cause you say that...but." I say leaving it up for guesses before being dragged up by Connor to join them in dancing to whatever random song was playing.

After a few songs I had to refill my drink it was a bit too empty for my liking. "What did you mean by what you said earlier?" James asks scaring me because I didn't hear him approaching me due to the loud music that was playing right now. "Nothing that concerns you. You have nothing to worry about Jamesy. Brad and I are fine. Dandy in fact."

"You see. You can't get away with saying that you and Brad are dandy because dandy's your truth hiding word." "Truth hiding word?" "Everyone has one... Tristan's is honestly, Connor's is haha, you know that sarcastic laugh he has?" he asks which earns a nod from me. "Thats his. Brad's is fine. And yours is Dandy." "Whats yours?" "C'mon you seriously don't know? I'm your best mate! surely you know!" "Yeah I do, Its okay. You always say it with a frown on your face. THAT'S yours. I was just testing you Jamesy" I say patting him on the shoulder before walking off to rejoin the party. "That's true, you tricked me! You're trying to change the subject! Don't walk off from me!" "JUST DID MCVEY!" I say while putting my middle finger over my shoulder.

As soon as I rejoined the party (just Tristan and Connor) I felt a force pull me down and my arse hit something soft... which was the sofa, and the force being James "now come on tell me, what's really going on with you and Brad?" "fine but not here...out the room" "okay" is all he says before he's pulling me up from the sofa and pulling me out of the room.

"spill." "Ever since Brad met Sabrina they've always been close, she's tried to break us up, It's clear she feels the same way I feel about him. And what was I supposed to think tonight when she was up there with all you, with Brad singing lovingly, him too. At the one concert I wasn't supposed to be at. How do you think that makes Brad look" "Bad..." is all he replies with realising how it all looks.

"like he's cheating on me, and I know he probably isn't but it's the way it looks James. What else am I supposed to think? How else am I supposed to react? like everything is A-okay between us? I think not... I'm never gonna act that way because I'm not what she is." "Which is what?" "fake blonde and fake as fuck...Now let's get back I need Connor and Tristan to bring my mood back up" which earns a laugh from James before we walk back into the room where Brad and Sabrina had now joined them dancing.

"Y/n!" Brad exclaims before he's pulling me into the dancefloor. which I pull away from and slump on the sofa. James joins them though, switching places with Brad who joins me on the sofa. "You don't seem like yourself tonight, Y/n" Is what he says breaking the ultimate silence between us not the room.

"mmh, wonder why you think when you've only been in the same room as me for all of 5 minutes, before running off with SaBrInA" "Oh come on Y/n I went out for air, And she was helping me set up something" "what for the two of you?" "no for you and I." he says which makes me tilt my head to the side in confusion.

"Come with me, I want to show you something" he takes my hand and pulls me off the sofa still holding my hand before dragging me out to the balcony, where it was set up with a little table with a red gingham print table cloth and red wine on either side, fairy lights keeping the light so we could actually see what was going on. "You did all this for me?" "I kinda knew you'd be here tonight, I asked Kirstie if she could get you away, I knew I needed you to not be near me the whole night so I thought I'd act like I was with Sabrina the whole night and act dumbfounded. I needed to set all this up." I shove his side lightly. "You idiot, I hate you," "You love me." "You're right I do. Unfortunately." "OH come on it's not that unfortunate sweetheart." "Damn! why do you have to be right everytime!" is all I say before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling in for a kiss on his lips.

We stay like that for a few minutes, before he pulls away. "There is actually a reason I did all this though." Is all he says before he drops down slowly onto one knee and pulls a box out of his pocket.

and I'm saying yes before I even realise how old I am, though I don't think it ever mattered between Brad and I how young we are.

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1 year later

"I understand you have both written vows, Brad if you'd like to say yours to Y/n first?"

"Y/n ever since we were little I always said that I'd be there through everything even if I didn't understand what it meant just hearing our mums say it to eachother meant it must be important, when we got to 11 I didn't realise I was in love with you until you were on your first date with some guys name I don't remember, then at 14 you confessed that you loved me and thought you always had. What you didn't realise was that every night I was secretly praying to whoever was listening up above to make you in love with me too and it happened. Then at 16 you gave me my big break at your internship with EMI and she thought I would leave her behind. But Y/n darling I could never leave you behind. and here we are at 20 together, 6 long years of us being in a relationship. 20 years of friendship and we've been through everything together, And I'm still going to be here together through everything"

"Brad, where do I even begin? Even though I say James is my bestfriend, you are, you always have been, but you've been more than that. At 7, my mum told me that a husband should be your bestfriend someone that doesn't feel like a chore to be with, someone you'd rather spend time with than be away from. And that's exactly what you've been from the very beginning. Even though we're only 20 right now I know we're it for eachother, we'll be both lasts and firsts and I think that's how we're made to be, together or apart I'll love you forever" Is all I say before he's pulling me in for a kiss and dipping me down. Earning a standing ovation from everyone and making the couples kiss. Safe to say, we bought Kirstie and James together, because front row they were kissing for the first time.

[blessyourhondahurley]

Sparks Fly

The conclusion of yesterday's story. Dean performs at open mic night while Castiel swoons behind the counter.

Suptober prompt: Crossover Flufftober prompt: "You kept this?" Fictober prompt: "You’re making my head hurt." Inktober prompt: Forget

(Read on AO3)

The door closes behind the handsome man's departing back. Castiel tries desperately to look uninterested, busying himself with the dials on the front of the espresso machine. But he can't hide it: he's flustered, and he feels flushed heat creeping up his cheeks and across the back of his neck.

At the counter, Inias leans over the sign up sheet, then straightens again to crow, “Your future husband has a name! Dean Winchester, or whatever!” His normal, laconic tone has sharpened into something sarcastic, something with bite.

“Inias, please,” Castiel mutters, but his fellow clerk is relentless.

“Castiel Winchester. Mr. and Mr. Dean Winchester. The Messrs Winchester-Novak,” he singsongs, his mouth twisted into a nasty smirk.

“You're making my head hurt.” It's a feeble protest, which Inias gleefully ignores.

“Yours will be a June wedding, I think..”

Castiel groans, “What do I need to do to get you to forget about my... interest in that man?”

“Cover my next five clopens, and I'll never mention your pathetic crush again.”

“Done.”

~~~~~

That Tuesday is a particularly slow day at the store, which gives poor Castiel plenty of time to overthink. Inias had referred to his “pathetic crush,” an unfortunately apt turn of phrase. The man, Dean, is a regular customer at Eagle Eye, and Castiel is absolutely, pitifully besotted with him, and has been for months.

At first it was simple physical attraction. He's gorgeous, with a strong jaw, sparkling green eyes, and full, kissable lips. But it's Dean's literary taste that's got his head so completely turned around. He's in the store at least once a week, buying a book or two at every visit. His preferences run in particular to Vonnegut, Brautigan, and the Beat poets, but he's also taken home some Tolstoy, some Faulkner, a bit of LeGuin and VanderMeer... A few times, he's asked Castiel for a recommendation. He's bought every title Castiel has suggested, on the spot, and come back later to rave about each one.

There's a particularly lovely smile that comes across his face when he's talking about a good book. It's intoxicating to see. Castiel has wasted far too many of his idle hours lost in fantasies of what else he could do to bring that beautiful smile to light.

And now, this evening, Dean will be performing, right here in front of him, in this store. Castiel wonders what talent the man will display. Music? Dance? Poetry? Whatever he does tonight, surely it will be perfection.

~~~~~

Dean's performance is... Not perfection.

He's the fourth act of the night, right after Marv's weekly recitation of his latest mediocre poems. He stumbles and almost trips as he steps up to the microphone, both hands wrapped awkwardly around his guitar.

“Hi, my name's Dean,” he says. He's too loud, too close to the mic. He winces, then tries again, keeping his voice softer. “Sorry, um, hi. So... Wow, there's a lot of cameras in here.” He looks down and fusses with his guitar strap for a moment, takes a couple of deep breaths. “Look, I mean, I don't... I don't do... this? So, if I horribly mess up, and get really nervous, it's uh... Because I don't do this.”

The crowd is stocked with Tuesday-night regulars who have seen their share of nervous newbies. They clap and whistle in encouragement. Dean blanches at the sound.

“Here's the problem,” he says, wrapping a visibly trembling hand around the microphone stand. “I don't play, in front of people..? So, pretend you're not here.”

The crowd chuckles. Dean gives them a weak smile, then he chides, “Alright, shh, you're not supposed to be here.”

Another deep breath. He looks down at the neck of the guitar and carefully positions his fingers for his opening chord.

“Okay, here goes...”

The song he's chosen was a big enough crossover hit in its day that even Castiel, unfamiliar as he is with a lot of modern music, kind of recognizes it. It's a song about wanting someone, a plea to the object of an unrequited desire. Dean plays it stripped down, and slow. This is probably out of necessity; it's clear that he's a just a beginner on the guitar. His hands fumble at every chord change, and he struggles to keep the beat steady as he sings.

His voice, though... It's warm and honey-rich, and he packs the lyrics with all the longing a heart can hold. When he calls, “Meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk,” Castiel's toes curl in his sneakers with the strength of his longing to do exactly that.

As the song goes on, Dean relaxes a bit. He even manages to stop staring down at his hands and look  out at the audience a little. Across the crowded room, somehow, his gaze finds Castiel's and locks on, and there's that smile, the one he dreams about far too often.

Dean sings, “Get me with those blue eyes, baby, as the lights go down.” Castiel knows the lyrics well enough to recognize that Dean's made a change to the color, and to understand what that might mean. For the first time since the start of his “pathetic crush,” he feels a stirring of hope. He smiles back, and quietly sings along.

~~~~~

On their first anniversary, Cas shows Dean a video of the performance. At the sound of the first clunky chord, Dean's pawing at the screen, too embarrassed to look directly at it. Cas laughs and holds the phone out of his boyfriend's reach.

Dean groans and covers his eyes. “Ohhh my God, Cas! You kept this? Where did you even get it??”

“The store records all of the open mic nights. Sometimes we use clips on our social media, with permission. Sometimes the performers request copies for their own use.” He kisses Dean on the nose. “Sometimes they're treasured mementos of unforgettable nights.”

Dean leans in and kisses him back, full on the mouth. Then he pulls away and smiles. “That was an unforgettable night. The first of many. I'm hoping for many, many more. But please never make me watch that again. I can't believe how bad I used to be.”

“You were never bad, my love,” Cas corrects him. “You were just starting out. I enjoyed listening to you then, and I enjoy listening to you now that you're more skillful.”

“Yeah?” Dean asks, and his boyfriend nods. “Well, I think you're really gonna like the song I wrote for you last night. It's so much better than that t-swizzle cover.”

He grabs his guitar, and Cas settles back to listen.

[tickle-bugs]

Can we get directors commentary on not a house but a home and strange exhilaration please? They stories are so cute and so well written I’d love to hear your thoughts on them

Yes omg!! Sorry this took a bit to answer, I got sidetracked. Thank you for asking!!! Putting these under a cut so i can go ham LOL

Ask for more director's commentary here!

Not a House, But a Home

AHHHH ok ok this was SO fun to write because it's pre-musical Maitlands!! As someone with a deep love for technical theatre, it was fun trying to imagine what the house would be like before the events of the musical. Scenic design is a fun hobby of mine and I love what a set will say about the characters that interact with it!!

Okay so usually when I'm first encountering a prompt/idea, I get clear image of like...the center of the fic? or at least one very specific scene that I can sort of stretch like taffy and build on. The one for this fic was Barbara with the wallpaper! The very first decision I made was that they'd be fixing up the house a bit. It felt in character to me for the Maitlands to literally fix every goddamn thing they could think of instead of like...confronting their mortality LMAO so I wanted to go to a period of their life that felt new and fresh! Also I really love the pastel green wallpaper that they use on the set for the show and I thought it would be sweet if Barbara was the one to put that up. Something something she wears green the house is green something something good luck charm

Then of course the JOKES!! I'm a dad joke connoisseur myself, so it was really fun getting to pick ones for Adam to use. All the jokes in the fic are ones I've used myself, but I looked them up online for specific phrasing. It was really fun getting to play with Adam's delivery actually! To me, Adam has absolutely zero doubt that he's hilarious and will just keep on truckin' until he makes someone laugh. He's so fun to write! He's mischievous and loving and so very white, bless his heart.

I think the core of their relationship is 100% that Barbara and Adam are each other's best friends, y'know? They feel like high school or college sweethearts, or the result of a meet-cute--something sweet and forever-binding. They can't leave Target without buying a million useless things and they take turns either pretending the baby section isn't there or going in and cooing over the little onesies. They slow dance in the kitchen with no music. They have loud, dramatic sing-alongs in the minivan. I think part of that comes from being married/together, but a lot of it is just loving each other's quirks and company.

Also I wrote this in the tags of the og post but I kept making myself laugh writing it by imagining Beetlejuice like...in their walls commenting on the events and such. He's such a wretched little creature I love him dearly. During Ready Set, Not Yet when you see it live, he's bopping around and scatting with 3-D glasses and popcorn literally waiting for them to die it's so fucking funny

Strange Exhilaration

baby's first wicked fic! Wicked will always have a special place in my heart tbh and it was fun bringing back those memories.

This fic was a gift that I whipped up in a couple days, so I didn't sit with it as long as I do some of my other prompts. It was actually nice to do that. It forced me not to overthink what I was doing.

Writing Glinda was a challenge but a welcome one? She speaks in such a specific way but because the show's been running so long, it's basically a new role each time a new actress steps in. I've only ever seen it live once and that was four or five years ago? So it wasn't super fresh in my mind. It was fun trying to reconcile what I remember with what I needed from Glinda. Her vocabulary is everything to me. I stole 'seriosity' (which is a real word but hasn't been used in ages) from Newsies because I had literally just seen it, but the rest were sorta off the cuff!!

okay so first: girlies. jot that down. I love Glinda and Elphaba's friendship and all the tropes that they encompass both together and apart. Whether or not you actually ship it, I do think it's important to write them as if they're a little in love with each other...because they are! I approach the center of their dynamic like this (and I write a lot of deep friendships this way) and it really makes their intimate moments shine ;w;

Elphaba having ticklish hands and Glinda being a teasy sunshine ler were both happy accidents but so fun to write. RIP Elphaba, me too buddy. Hands are mean. But I think it speaks back to their friendship in a sweet way? Elphaba being startled and embarassed by her own softness and Glinda being genuinely 100% delighted by it is so wholesome and true to them, I think. Then of course the reverse of Elphaba allowing herself to be playful and mischievous and Glinda clearly having the time of her life. Ahhhh I love them!!!!

I was fighting for my LIFE not to use 'wicked' or 'bubbly' as adjectives in case it was corny...I think I only did it once or twice each though. I'm so brave.

[laviexenrose]

🎐  :    our  muses  slow  dance  together . (Modern! To further complicate their dynamic lol.)

unresolved tension prompts // @honorhearted

It took several, long seconds, awkward shuffling, unsure of where hands should go, nervous, quiet chuckles, and then, by some kind of miracle, they assembled, perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle they’d been able to blindly put together. Bodies pressed, Isabelle placed a tentative palm upon his shoulder, their hands clasped together mid-air. Being this close to Ben, she couldn’t fathom how the beat of her heart skyrocketed yet, her breaths slowed. 

The music was a guide to their not-so graceful sway. The more thought Isabelle forced to her uncoordinated movements, the more difficult it seemed to be. As was a tendency of hers, she was overthinking. Willing herself to stop, her focus went to the sensation of Ben’s hand on the small of her back, and consequently, the warm fuzzy feeling it generated within the pit of her belly. 

Slightly, her grip on his shoulder tightened as they held one another’s gaze right before she gently placed her head against his chest, closing her eyes. They’d only known each other for a short while, which was why being wrapped in his arms, feeling the way she did, should have been positively terrifying, but rather than running from it, she chose instead to embrace whatever it was. After all, a slow dance was a slow dance. It didn’t really mean anything. Regardless of the nerves, it felt kind of nice and more enjoyable than she thought it would be. 

[rimerils]

cinderella, cinderella

{ M || 1/3 || 13k || chreon, jill/claire, families of choice, for @chreonweek }

Leon isn’t an idiot. He knows his odds for surviving this aren’t exactly stellar; he’s been fucking impaled, for crying out loud, and there’s two feet of twisted metal sticking out of his back. But Chris—

Chris could still make it.

TerraSave's annual charity ball goes up in flames. Leon S. Kennedy is pretty sure this is not, in fact, the best day he's ever had.

In the aftermath, the smoke starts to dissipate.

The white-hot agony lancing through Leon’s entire body doesn’t. In fact, it only grows, centralized somewhere below his ribs and throbbing with bone-deep, burning pain so potent that his knees feel weak, and he knows there’s no point in even trying to get to his feet.

Breathe, he tells himself, and forces a breath to shudder through his lungs. That hurts, too, and suddenly he feels like a child, swamped by the urge to curl up and cry because it just hurts too much.

But he’s not a child, and he can’t afford to do that.

If he can’t walk, at least he can crawl. Hands and knees. Chris was somewhere behind him—he must be nearby. Did he get caught in the blast? God, hopefully not, but probably so. Leon needs to find him. Hands and knees.

{ ao3 }

[chreonweek]

You are allowed to do whatever you want with the prompts! You can use one or more of the given prompts in your works, and you can create content for as many or as few of the days as you choose!

Day 1 | July 18 » Overthinking / Slow Dancing / “Have we met before?"

Day 2 | July 19 » AU - No Zombies / Banter / “Wait for me.”

Day 3 | July 20 » AU - Reverse (Age, Roles, etc) / Confessions / “You're going to have to trust me.”

Day 4 | July 21 » AU - Celebrities / Stolen Kisses / “Hold me?”

Day 5 | July 22 » What If / Possessive Behaviour / “You took your time.”

Day 6 | July 23 » Soul Mates / First Time / “Stay little longer..?”

Day 7 | July 24 » Scars / Arguments / "I'm not ready to say 'I love you.'"

Day 8 | July 25 » Free Choice 

[ssahoodrathotchner]

Sleepless

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader

Requested by: Stori my love !! @andromedasstarship

Word Count: 1.2k

Prompt(s): 1 “If I tell you I love you, will you make me pancakes?” & 2 Slow dancing in the kitchen late at night

Summary: a restless night for Aaron ends with late night pancakes and slow dancing in the kitchen

Warnings: brief discussion of a case w/ typical violence, but mostly just fluff

A/N: i love the idea of spending time with someone i love in the kitchen late at night so this fic is a promise to myself that one day i’ll have something like this

Masterlist

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You know when Aaron’s awake. The careful shifting of his weight and intermittent pausing conveys he’s doing more than just moving in his sleep. With your eyes closed to feign sleep, you listen to the careful way in which Aaron sits up and stands, the pause where he disconnects his phone from its charger, and the gentle hands that lightly tug the blanket further over your shoulder. Then, quiet footsteps away from your bed and the click of the door as he leaves the room.

With a sigh, you open your eyes and roll over, taking in the creased pillow and rumpled sheets. If you strain your ears, you can tell Aaron has made his way to the kitchen when you hear pans being set on the countertop.

So, it’s that kind of night.

Pushing the covers off yourself, you stumble out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. The light spilling into the hallway guides your tired body, and you lean in the doorway once you make it to the kitchen.

Aaron’s standing with his back to you, both hands on the countertop in front of him, head hanging low. Thinking.

Overthinking.

You know it’s about the case the team closed earlier that day. You know everyone did their best, and that’s all you can do, but it still hurts.

It hurts you that the monster man you turned over to the police was able to take the lives of four little girls before he was stopped.

It hurts you that the team worked so hard for a week straight, and in the end, it was a call from a random civilian that tipped you off to the location of the killer.

It hurts you that Aaron blames himself for not finding him sooner.

It hurts.

And here, now, in your kitchen, staring at Aaron’s tortured form bowed over the counter the ache in your chest drives you forward until you’re wrapping your arms around Aaron’s waist, locking your fingers together, and forehead pressing into the space between his shoulders.

You feel his breath hitch once he registers your presence.

You feel one of his hands cover both of yours.

You squeeze your arms tighter around his midsection before letting up, allowing him to turn towards you, safe in the circle of your arms. Tilting your head, you meet Aaron’s eyes. Rimmed red and watery, brows drawn together, you rest your chin on his chest to keep holding his gaze. On instinct, he leans forward and kisses your forehead, lips resting there as he controls his breathing. His arms move slowly, carefully, gently, until the two of you are holding each other with all the tenderness allowed for lovers in the fragile hours between the change of days. You let your eyes to slide shut, and match your breaths to his.

Eventually, Aaron sighs, and both of you open your eyes as he rests his forehead against yours before pressing a brief kiss to your lips and leaning back against the counter, narrowly avoiding knocking a pan to the ground.

Well, if neither of you are going to sleep any time soon…

“If I tell you I love you, will you make me pancakes?” you ask with a soft smile.

Aaron exhales in a rush, an almost laugh, before returning your smile with one of his own.

“I think I could be persuaded,” he responds.

“In that case,” you say, standing up straight and moving your hands until they rest on either side of his face, “I love you, Aaron Hotchner.”

His answering smile, one that creases the outer corners of his eyes and releases some of the tension from his shoulders, sends a warm feeling spiraling through your body.

“And I love you, Sweetheart,” he replies with another kiss to your lips.

Satisfied, you retract your arms and allow Aaron to move about the kitchen as he gathers ingredients and materials to make your requested pancakes. You snag his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants and scroll through his music until you find a playlist to fill the silence. Sitting on the counter, you let your heels tap against the cupboards behind them to the slow beat of the songs, humming softly under your breath.

Aaron’s movement through the kitchen mirrors that of the calculated care he shows in the field. Every action serves a purpose, and it’s hard not to notice how much of his heart Aaron puts into each and every detail, even if it’s just making pancakes in the early hours of the morning.

The stack of pancakes grows steadily, and before you know it, Aaron is turning off the stove and moving dirty dishes to the sink to be dealt with later in the day. He turns to you, eyes taking in the way you’ve slumped backwards, the gentle tap tap tapping of your feet, and the small smile you have on your face from watching him work.

“Dance with me,” he asks, holding out his hand.

“Dance with you?” you repeat, sliding off the counter and stepping into his space anyways.

“Dance with me,” he affirms, hands finding your hips until your weight is resting against his body, arms once again wrapped around each other.

He starts out simple, swaying the two of you back and forth to the beat of the song. You turn so your head rests against his throat, and he starts humming along to the music. Gently, he pushes you out, capturing one of your hands to guide you into a spin before pulling you back against him. He does this one, two, three more times before the song comes to an end and another starts.

Taking your hand, he reaches out with the other to snag a pancake from the top of the stack before offering it to you with a cheeky smile.

“I believe I promised you pancakes, Sweetheart,” he states.

“I believe you did, Love,” you respond, taking the pancake from his hand before taking a bite.

“Plain?” he asks, raising his brow in mock offense.

“I’m only taking what I’ve been given, Hotchner,” you respond through your mouthful of pancake.

Rolling his eyes, Aaron kisses your forehead and graciously accepts the other half of the pancake you offer him. You share another, laughing as Aaron feeds you pieces by hand before a yawn interrupts your fun.

“Time for bed?” he asks, hand moving to cup your cheek.

“Only if you’ll join me,” you say as you turn to kiss his palm. “We can wrap up the pancakes and have the rest later with Jack.”

As Aaron dutifully does as you said, you grab his phone and turn off the music, reaching for his hand and leading the way back to your room.

Climbing into bed is a quiet affair, as you gravitate towards each other once again until you’re comfortably ensconced in your shared embrace.

“I love you,” you whisper into his chest, “and thank you for the pancakes.”

“You’re welcome, Sweetheart,” he replies, just as soft, “anything for you. Always.”

Content, you wait for sleep to claim you, matching your breaths to Aaron’s as he too finds sleep in the early hours of the morning. You can see the faint beginnings of the sunrise creep into your room and with a sigh, you shut your eyes.

And the next time one of you cannot sleep, when the darkness becomes suffocating and you have nowhere to go until the darkness recedes, you know that the two of you will find solace in each other’s arms and the quiet tenderness of moments spent together until you can see the light.

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[jinlias]

— jinlias’ lyrics prompt list🪴

hello! thanks to one of my lovely anons, ive put together a prompt list with lyrics based on some of my favorite kpop songs, feel free to send requests or reblog this for ur own use if you’re a writer!!

Fluff

1) “I want to go through the hard times with you and hold your hand”.

2) “I just can't stop loving you”

3) “Your voice is so dreamy"

4) “No matter where I look, it’s only you”

5) “We're in love, I want the world to know that”

6) “You make my whole day”

7) “Doesn’t matter what they think of me, they can’t stop me from loving you”

8) “You know that I started drinking americanos because of you”

9) “Take my rose”

10) “You're the only one for me"

11) “My focus is only on you”

12) “All I think about is you and us”

13) “I can tell you vividly every detail about the time we met”

14) “You are too sweet”

15) “Tell me it will be okay”

16) “I’ll stay up thinking about you”

17) “Will you marry me?”

18) “Stay, I know you have to be tired”

19) “Please, please, please pull me in and hug me”

20) “I'll be with you forever”

Angst

1) “Is love supposed to hurt like this?”

2) “Feelings don't really last forever”

3) “No matter how much I wait, you won't come”

4) “You need to meet someone better than me and be happy”

5) “Yes, I hate you, you left me”

6) “Baby, don’t let go of my hand”

7) “You act likе you'll give me evеrything with just words”

8) “Why aren’t you looking at me?”

9) “Don’t give me excuses”

10) “I don't need your love”

11) “I'm not going to givе up my life for you”

12) “I'm sick of you letting me down”

13) “Break up, just like that?”

14) “When you close your eyes, do you see us singing and dancing?”

15) “I don't want to regret as timе passes”

16) “I don't think anything will change”

17) “If you like your friends so much, date your friends”

18) “The more I try to forget, the more I can't”

19) “Seems like it’s over”

20) “Even while I'm holding you, I’m so cold”

smut

1) “I want you so bad”

2) “Bragging you're officially mine, mine, mine, mine”

3) “Show me”

4) “How long will you keep me waiting?”

5) “Just the way i like”

6) “You drive me crazy”

7) “Only you”

8) “You can sit there and watch”

9) “Don't provoke me anymore”

10) “Do this dance for me”

11) “You already know you want me”

12) “Tеll me, did you dream about me?”

13) “What are you smirking at?”

14) “Sit back and watch me”

15) “I’m much better babe.”

16) “Kiss me on the lips”

17) “It doesn't matter if it hurts”

18) “Tie me up”

19) “Come on and get it”

20) “Focus only on me”

Platonic

1) “As always, I can keep your secret”

2) “You know it all, you’re my best friend”

3) “Just you and me”

4) “Seeing leaves fall makes me sensitive”

5) “Why are you so clumsy?”

6) “You need to slow down”

7) “If you overthink, you’re gonna burn out”

8) “Let’s leave somewhere far away”

9) “I’m gonna call you every day”

10) “You do it all because you can”

11) “Stop caring so much”

12) “I believe in you because you're tough”

13) “I want to show you everything”

14) “I know you”

15) “Remember how we used to be?”

16) “I want to get to know you”

17) “Thank you for trusting in me”

18) “I want to know everything”

19) “I've been waiting for you”

20) “Even when we can't meet, you will always be my friend”

Miscellaneous

1) “Who would do things like this if not me?"

2) “I want you”

3) “Come here, secretly”

4) “You bring out my hidden selfishness”

5) “My insensitive friends are asking me to hang out”

6) “I miss you”

7) “I can’t really let you go yet”

8) “I wanna walk with you”

9) “I secretly think about you all day”

10) “I can’t sleep tonight”

11) “You keep saying you miss me”

12) “Only look at me honey”

13) “Hold me tight”

14) “Kiss me goodbye”

15) “I can hear your heart beating”

16) “I can promise you, that you won’t be able to hide your feelings in the end”

17) “You're growing on mе”

18) “Stay tonight”

19) “Everything moves me towards you”

20) “Say you love me”

[nefkyo]

For no particular reason, I have spent the last hour listening to the WALL-E soundtrack on Spotify, over and over, and assigning each song (available) to a overly specific group of people.

2815 A.D. for those who, if they were in a movie, we'd find exploring in ancient ruins, or traversing the desert.

WALL-E for those who ask themselves too many questions, find the answers and then share them with people who don't even know what they're talking about in the first place.

The Spaceship for the dramatic, rowdy folks who cannot stay out of trouble for the life of them.

EVE for those who want to know what the beginning of time sounds like. What the first thing conglomerates of molecules could hear in the vast nothing. For star-gazers and head-in-the-cloud-ers.

Thrust for those who catch on too early with the plot of horror movies and freak everyone else out.

Bubble Wrap for the folks who will listen to just about anything for hours on end just for a good brain scratch.

La Vie En Rose for... People who get bitches. HA.

Eye Surgery for bookworms and fantasy novel connoisseurs.

Worry Wait for those who listen to that guy who caught on to where the horror movie is going and freak the fuck out. Anxiety riddled folks, y'know.

First Date for the sappy ones. Need I say more.

Eve Retrieve for those who get random bullshit ideas in the middle of the night. It could be anything: a best-selling book, a whole movie, a new FNaF theory that just might finally be the good one...

The Axiom for artists who map out animations in their head and NEVER, EVER commit to write or sketch anything down.

BNL is specifically for

a. Fallout players

b. YouTube analog horror lovers (especially Omega Mart)

c. Dystopianism enjoyers

d. All the above

Foreign Contaminant for the folks who can't choose between classical music and pure extravaganza in their everyday music playlists

Repair Ward for the impatient and stealth game players.

72 Degrees And Sunny for those who will listen to anything and worry about nothing.

Typing Bot for those who are always very, almost morbidly organized.

Septuacentennial for the impulsive! Please, just think before you act.

Gopher for the overthinkers! Please, just DO what you gotta do.

WALL-E's Pod Adventure for those who DON'T want random bursts of anxiety but get them anyway.

Define Dancing is for those who cannot wait to see the future but are afraid of the past.

No Splashing No Diving for the insomniacs.

All That Love's About for those who just want to slow dance with someone. Is that really too much to ask?

M-O for those who have ONE deep cleaning day and do not make their bed for the rest of the week.

Directive A-113 for those who look in too deep in everything, or just know too much about criminal psychology to not look suspicious...

Mutiny for those who just want a bit of adventure in their lives!

Fixing WALL-E for those who would just need a hug right about now :)

Rogue Robots for, well, the wildcards. The guys who are a little fucked up, y-see.

March Of The Feels for those who would start the revolution anyday if prompted. Or not.

Tilt for the dramatic kids. Like, REALLY dramatic. "We're all going to die" kind of dramatic.

The Holo-Detector for D&D DMs, specifically those whose plans of the day have been completely foiled by a Nat 20.

Hyperjump for Star Wars aficionados, or those who played swords with just about anything as a kid. Or still do! Pop off king.

Desperate Eve for amateur musicians. Tell me your knees won't buckle thinking of the music sheet.

Static for the folks just looking for a place to nap in peace.

Down to Earth is made for dancers. Not any specific type of dancer, just people who wanna dance.

Horizon 12.2 for optimists or LBP2 players.

If you think a song doesn't fit the description , please go ahead and throw your own takes in. I'm going to bed.

[agirlwhoisaphantom]

Pancakes for Dinner - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You have dated Bucky for a couple of years and Bucky is ready to pop the question. But does everything go according to plan?

18+

Word Count: 4,285

Warnings: Fluff, a hint of anxiety, car sex, biting, cream pie, Smut

Author's Note: This was supposed to be fluffy but hey I'm glad it took the turn it did.

Nude Lipstick? Check.

Cute Heals? Already wearing them.

Wearing a dress that hugged your curves perfectly? Yes.

When you and Bucky got together, he promised you that he would take you out on a date at least once a month. It didn’t matter if you were both tired. He always wanted to take you out.

This time it was a bit different. Bucky was taking you to somewhere fancy. When you would ask him about the restaurant, he would simply try to ignore the question.

You were finishing up getting ready when Bucky was leaning on the doorframe staring at how beautiful you looked. He loved seeing you wearing your pajamas with ketchup stains, but whenever you would get ready, his mind would go wild. He had a smile on his face as his eyes were roaming all over your body. You were wearing a beautiful long black velvet dress that was a deep cut on the chest area. Bucky always thought that he was lucky to have you by his side. He was always grateful that you were.

Ring…. Ring…Ring…

Bucky’s phone started to ring. “I’ll be back, Doll. Steve is calling me.”

He goes to the bathroom downstairs and locks himself in it. He wanted to make sure that you were unable to hear his conversation with Steve. Luckily, you were playing music as you were getting ready.

“Buck, are you ready to do this?”

“Yes, I’m ready to ask her” he pauses as he places his hands on his pockets, holding an item. “I have everything planned out. She is going to love it” a small chuckle escapes his mouth as he starts pacing back and forth. “I’m a bit nervous about doing this.”

Steve takes a big breath, loud enough that Bucky was able to hear it through the phone. “There is nothing to be nervous about, Buck. You love her. Just remember all those things that you have told me, that you can’t wait to build a family with her, that you wouldn’t trade anything in this world for her”

Bucky started to breathe heavily as his steps were getting heavier. He knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but he wasn’t sure If you wanted to do the same. The thought that your answer was going to be no, scared him.

He completely ignored everything that Steve was telling him. It’s white noise to him. He takes a couple of deep breaths. “I can do this. I have to go, Steve thanks for the pep talk. I’ll let you know when we leave so you and the rest can come to the house.”

Turning on the faucet, he throws cold water towards his face. “you got this, you can do it,” he whispered to himself.

Whenever you would get ready, Bucky would usually stay and watch you. He would compliment you and tell you sweet things to boost up your confidence. He didn’t care if he got a call. He would stay and let you listen in. So, it was odd that he left to talk to Steve about something.

Walking down the stairs, you notice that Bucky was at the bottom with his hand on the railing. Bucky’s eyes were digesting as he looked at you from head to toe. He was speechless. His eyes were sparkly, his mouth was hanging open slightly as he took in your appearance. To him, you were walking in slow motion. You looked so beautiful, he didn’t want to forget this moment.

Once you were at the last few steps of the staircase, Bucky extends his hand towards you. Without a second thought, you place your hand on his hand. “You look so beautiful, Doll.” He had a smile on his face.

Bucky was wearing a tailored black suit with a white shirt underneath, the two first buttons were unbuttoned, and his hair slicked back. Fuck, he looked good. “Babe, are you sure we can’t just stay in tonight and order pizza?” you knit your eyebrows together and push your bottom lip forward, making a pouty face.

“We have to go. The reservation is at 8pm” Bucky rolls his eyes as he gives a brief chuckle. He gets near you and places his metal hand on your waist meanwhile his other hand goes behind your head. He wanted to look at you up close. He wanted to see every little detail on your face. He mainly wanted to admire what was his. “Wait here. I have something to give you before we head out” He leans in to give you a forehead kiss.

Bucky heads to the kitchen to grab your gift. Your mind wonders what he could be talking to Steve about. Before your thoughts could continue, on the corner of your eye, you can see Bucky walking towards you with roses and a sunflower bouquet. Those were your favorite combination of flowers. “Bucky, you didn’t have too” your eyes start to water. You were so grateful to have him in your life.

Placing the bouquet on your arms, “I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. This is the first time we ever go out to a fancy place, and I want you to remember this” You get on your toes to give Bucky a kiss on his lips before you both head out.

Bucky held on the side of your dress. He didn’t want the tail of the dress to get dirty. When he opened the car door for you, he helped you by lifting the dress, making sure that it didn’t get trapped on the door.

Hungry eyes

One look at you and I can't disguise

On your drive to the restaurant, you shared laughs with stupid jokes you both would make. Every time your favorite song played, you and Bucky would sing your hearts out. You would dance. Meanwhile, Bucky would try to as he was driving.

A couple of minutes later, you were sitting across from Bucky at a very fancy restaurant. It was well decorated, and the ceilings were very tall with so many beautiful chandeliers. The place was dimly lit with a lot of candles.

You watched him look over the menu, and your mind wandered away from the food. You started to wonder when he had time to plan all of this and what was Steve’s call about. He was always with you, and if he wasn’t with you, he was with Steve and Sam. Your eyes were roaming all over him, from his steel-blue eyes to his metal hand. It brought you joy that he finally felt comfortable showing his metal arm in public.

“What is that beautiful mind thinking about?” Bucky asked you, breaking your inner monologue. Most of the time, he can tell what was going on in your mind. But due to him being nervous about what he is going to do later tonight, he couldn’t figure out what was going through your head.

Looking back down to the menu, “Oh, it’s nothing. Just wondering what I should get to eat.” You shrugged. With your index finger, you randomly pointed to something on it “hmm, chicken parmesan sounds good.”

Bucky shakes his head, and a lopsided grin forms on his face. “Ever since the day that I met you, you have never been a good liar,” he winks at you as he takes a drink from his cup of wine. “especially when it comes to lying to me.”

You take a big breath as you sighed “I’m just grateful” you didn’t want to throw any clues that you were suspicious of him. “that you are in my life, Buck.”

Bucky nodded, indicating that he felt the same way towards you. “I am too, doll. I have a feeling that you are a bit confused about why I brought you here. I just thought that it was time for us to go to a real fancy place” He looks up at you with wide eyes and places his hand on top of yours.

He was always thoughtful about the locations he took you. He always wanted to make sure you were comfortable and that you would enjoy being there. “It’s perfect, honey” you turn your hand so you can hold his hand.

He takes a big breath as he relieved his tense shoulders when he heard that you loved being here. “I should have brought you here sooner.”

“yes, you should of,” you said in a teasing voice.

Bucky sets down the menu and stares at you. “Mmm… you should be careful with that teasing,” He prompted you, leaning in towards you from across the table.

You grinned mischievously and leaned in as well, so you were closer to him “or what am I going to get punished later if I continue?” you asked in a low voice.

He had the same look you did as he nodded.

You gently bit your lower lip “oh, you wouldn’t dare,” you said slowly and seductively.

Placing his metal hand on your cheek, “Yeah, let’s see about that,” slowly moving it towards your neck, gently wrapping his metal fingers around it. He winked at you.

You both leaned back as the waiter came back to take your orders.

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Throughout dinner with Bucky, there were shared laughs between the two of you. He would tell you stories about how he and Steve were as kids. How he was tall meanwhile, Steve was short that would always put newspapers on the insides of his shoes to seem taller. You always loved hearing his stories.

"Bucky, I love you" you placed your hand on top of his.

Bucky always had a surprised look on his face whenever he heard you say 'I love you' to him. He never thought that at some point, he would hear those words from another person. His eyes were slowly filling up with tears. "I love you too. I-"

His phone started to ring. It was Steve again. Bucky takes a big breath. "I'll be right back, baby."

Bucky got up as fast as he could. He was heading to the restroom. Watching him walk away in such a hurry made you more suspicious of what he could be doing. You started to overthink about the things that he could be doing. He never acted like this. Your first instinct was to text Wanda and let her know about concerns

8:37 pm Wanda, Bucky has been acting a bit weird all day.

Minutes pass by, Wanda hasn't responded, and Bucky was still on the call with Steve.

8:54 pm Sorry, love, my phone has been acting up. Why do you think he is acting weird?

This was odd. Usually, Wanda would respond to your messages rapidly, but this time it took her time. Why was everyone acting weird?

Bucky was walking back and forth in the restroom. He was lucky that the restroom was only one stall. If not, people would think that he was going crazy. "Steve, is everything ready?" he started to heavily breathe at the thought that things might have to be moved to tomorrow. "Please, just tell me."

“Everything is just fine, give us- Peter, stop throwing rose petals everywhere and just place them on a line on the staircase- yes, Bucky, everything is fine” Steve wanted to sound confident, but everything wasn’t okay. He didn’t want Bucky to panic even more.

Wanda rushed to get Steve’s phone out of his hands. “Bucky, she is suspicious that something might be going on” there was a bit of silence. “Go out there and tell her nothing is going on.”

The fact that you were suspicious of the actions that he was doing threw him off his balance. Bucky’s mind went blank unsure what he needed to do next. He froze into place.

Meanwhile, Bucky was spaced out. Steve was on speaker.

“Peter and Sam put down the fucking rose petals. Stop making a mess. Please, you two can tackle or attack each other later.”

“Bucky, are you still there?”

“See what you guys did. Bucky froze, and he is probably panicking” Steve sounded annoyed with what was going on.

“Cyborg, do you need me to Amazon Prime you a charger for that brain of yours to compute again” Sam yelled loud enough Bucky was able to hear him.

“Can you all just shut up? I should have brought the girls instead of you three bird brains” Wanda sounded frustrated and just wanted the decorating done.

“excuse me, I am-“

Bucky hung up the phone. He couldn’t handle hearing them argue anymore. He needed to calm down before heading back to you. He takes out the box that he had been holding on to for months. He didn’t want to open it. He was just looking at it.

You were scrolling through Instagram, Twitter, any social media platform to distract your brain as you were waiting for Bucky to come back.

“Hey, let’s get out of here” he grabs your hand and pulls you out of your seat. He placed money on the table to pay for both meals and tip the waiter.

You both were speed walking towards the entrance. Every 5 seconds, he would look back at you to see your reaction. You were looking at the ceiling at how beautiful it was. Every chandelier was different. None of them were the same.

“So, where are we going now?” you tilted your head as you gave him a brief smile. With what has been happening all day, nothing can’t surprise you anymore.

“We aren’t going anywhere. We are going for a drive around town.”

As Bucky was driving, you would occasionally lay your head on his shoulder. It was a quiet ride. Every time there would be a red light, he would gently tilt your head towards his direction so he can give you a kiss on the lips.

Looking through the car window’s you notice that Bucky was driving further away from the city. You wondered why, but you didn’t want to ask him questions. You knew that whatever place he was going to take you, it was going to be meaningful.

Turning around to see how far away you both were, you weren’t able to notice the city anymore. There was an occasional light through the drive but not often. Bucky pulls over to a random empty parking lot. He leans in forwards and takes off his jacket, wrapping you around it, so you weren’t cold.

Bucky presses the button to open the sunroof and turns off the car. You started to recline your seat, so you have a better view of the sky. Bucky did the same. He lifts up with his arm so you can lay your head on his chest.

Staring at the night sky. You weren’t able to see nor count the stars due to light pollution. But it didn’t matter to you. All you cared about was spending time with Bucky.

Placing your hand on one of the jacket’s pockets, you felt a rectangular-shaped box. “aha, I found what you have been hi-“ you take the box out of the pocket. Bucky widens his eyes, thinking that you have taken out that one specific box. “oh, it’s just your phone” there was a sound of disappointment in your voice.

“You think I’m hiding something don’t you” he laughs a little.

“You’ve been acting all weird today. Of course, I think you are hiding something” you push your lower lip forward and knit your eyebrows together. You wanted to see if making that face would make Bucky talk.

Bucky places his left hand on your chin tilting your head upwards, so you can see him more clearly. He gently takes a bite of your lip and pulls it towards his direction, closing your lips and his lips together. He pulls away for a moment. “I’m not hiding anything, Doll. I promise.” Slamming his lips back to yours, not giving you a chance to respond back. He slips his tongue into your mouth in a demanding way.

He takes your hair and moves it behind your shoulders. Moving his lips to your cheeks down to your neck. He tilts your head slightly, having full access to your neck as he continues to nibble on it. “Let’s go to the backseat, Bunny,” he whispers into your ear seductively.

You have always liked Bucky’s car, since the backseats had a ton of room. He was quick to help you move to the back seats, and he followed you. The moment you both were in the backseats, his lips were pressed against yours. Meanwhile, his hands were working on the zipper at the back of your dress. The hastiness making it clear that he wanted it off of you as soon as possible.

As soon as the straps were falling off your shoulders, Bucky cups your breast massaging them. You sneak your hands to unbutton his shirt. You started to move your lips towards his neck and grab his shirt pressing your lips against it, leaving lipstick all over the shirt's collar. You gave him a smirk as your hands traveled down to his pants, unbuckling his belt and zipper. Earning a gasp from him when your hand slightly rubbed against his hard length.

Bucky notices that you were struggling, so he moves his hand from your breast to push his pants and underwear lower. He places his hands underneath your dress, pulling it downward, exposing your breasts and your torso to him. Cupping his hands on your ass and massaging them. You took your arms around his neck as you climbed to sit on his lap. "All night, I've been craving to do this to you, Bunny" Bucky smirks as he sneaks his fingers down to your heat, pushing your panties aside. He rubs his fingers against your lips, circling them around your clit a few times before gently taking two of his fingers into you.

You leaned in forwards, placing your lips against Bucky's shoulder, biting his skin as you moaned, trying to be quiet. "fuck, Bucky."

Thrusting his fingers inside of you, he smirked to himself, knowing that he can make you into such a needy mess. He nibbled your earlobe as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you and proceeds to lick them as he stares deep into your eyes.

You stroke his cock a couple of times before moving it to your entrance. You let it go in slowly, letting out a quiet moan as you did. You rolled your hips and bounced on his lap in a matter of seconds.

Bucky groaned, his hands moved to your hips, digging his fingers on your skin. Occasionally he would move your hips to control your movements. He threw his head back, closing his eyes. He wanted to feel your walls clenching around his cock and hear your voice moan and occasionally whimper.

When you released a very loud moan, he had known that he had just hit your spot. Causing him to press his lips onto yours, slipping your tongue into his mouth as you tried to control how loud you were being. Bucky swifts your body so that you were now lying down. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as he continues to thrust inside of you.

You could hardly stay quiet. Placing your hand on the back of his head, you pull him down for a kiss, moaning into his mouth. Moving his metal thumb playing with your clit. Breaking the kiss, Bucky places his other hand on your mouth, attempting you to be quiet. "Bunny, are you close?" he grunted into your ear. You nodded rapidly as you threw your head backward. "okay, wait for me. I want to cum at the same time as you do." he mumbled against your collarbone. He started to thrust into you sharply, and his fingers this circling against your clit. You moaned loudly against his shoulder, your legs tightening around his waist and your walls clenching down around his cock. Causing you to bit down on your lower lip as you got closer to your climax. With every thrust that he went in deeper, hitting your spot. After a couple more thrusts, you both reach your climax at the same time.

You both knitted your eyebrows as you both moaned together. You two had to catch your breaths and come down from your high. Bucky pulled out of you and immediately went over to grab the tissues to help you clean yourself.

The window of the car was fogged up, and your makeup was running down your face. “Look at my messy bunny” Bucky takes a tissue and tries to help you clean up your makeup.

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Driving home, Bucky completely forgot about the surprise he had for you.

Walking into your house, you see a trail of rose petals from the entrance to the staircase. "Bucky?" you had a confused look on your face.

"Let's go upstairs and take a bath" he forms a smile on his face.

Heading to the bedroom, the trial of roses continued. You simply ignored it but deep down, it made you happy that Bucky planned this when we got home. You grab your pj's and his. Meanwhile, Bucky was preparing a bath. You stared at yourself in front of the mirror. Wow, you were such a mess.

Bucky was lighting up the candles that were in the bathroom and placing them around. When preparing the bath, he makes sure it's at the temperature you like and filled with bubbles. He places the box next to the bathtub making sure that he could reach it when he needed to get it.

As you were heading to the bathroom, that same trail of roses lead to it. Opening the bathroom door, you notice the path ended. You see Bucky surrounded with lit candles and with the scent of roses. You walk up to Bucky, getting on your toes to give him a brief kiss on the lips "was this something you were trying to hide all day?" he nods in agreement "ha, I knew it" you lean on to give him a kiss on his cheek "I love it Bucky."

"I knew you would, Doll. Now turn around. I want to help you put up your hair," turning around, agreeing on letting him put your hair in a ponytail or in a bun. He was always so gentle he didn't want to hurt you, not tug your hair too hard whenever he would do that.

You start to undress, and Bucky does the same. He lowers his body into the bathtub. He takes your hand, helping you lower your body onto the tub.

He wraps his arms around you as you lean onto him. He nibbles on your ear and kisses the back of your head.

You grab a handful of bubbles and try to throw them in his direction. "Hey, you got bubbles on my eye," he complained as he grabs a couple of bubbles and rubs them on your face. You both were uncontrollably laughing.

"Doll, we should play a game" he gently pushes you forwards, exposing your back to him. "You need to guess what I'm trying to say, okay."

You give him a brief nod agreeing that you wanted to play with him.

Bucky takes a big breath as he knows that he is about to ask you, and no matter what your answer was going to be, there is no turning back.

With the fingertips from his right hand, he starts to spell out 'Marry Me.'

"wait, wait, Bucky, spell it again. I'm not sure what that word is"

Once again, he spells out 'Marry Me' against your skin.

You were still unsure of what it was, you shifting your body now being able to face him. "I know this is cheating, but I have to know what you spelled out" you chuckled a little.

"yes, that is cheating, doll" he takes a big breath as a big smile on his face forms. "Will you Marry Me?"

You froze into place, trying to process what he just said. "Do you mean that?" your eyebrows rose, and you had a smile on your face.

"Of course, I mean it" he takes a big gulp before saying anything else, "I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to make pancakes at 2 in the morning with you. I- I just want you."

"I-"you lean in forwarding, closing in the gap between you and him. Wrapping your arms around him, you stare at his beautiful ocean blue eyes. You get on top of him, sitting on his lap.

He places his hands around your waist. He was searching all over your face for any hints of you saying yes or no. "so is this is a yes?" his voice got small and a bit shaky.

Leaning in forward to give him a brief kiss, "yes, Bucky. I do want to marry you."

Bucky sighs in relief "you have no idea how relieved I am now" he chucked a little bit.

Placing your hand on his cheek, "you have no idea how happy I am, and I can't wait to have little munchkins with you," you scrunched your nose as you smiled.

He grabs the box that he placed outside of the tub and opens it revealing a stunning heart-shaped diamond with a silver band. Bucky grabs your hand, placing the ring on the fourth finger of your left hand. "I can't wait either, Mrs. Barnes."