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[the-milkshake-bah]

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[the-cookie-dragons]

... I'm requestinggggg.

EternalBerry reacting to ShadowVanilla. And vice versa.

If not that then just a lil ShadowVanilla.

(I need my daily dose of gays-)

-HoneyDewwww

hollyberry and pure vanilla stare at each other like “was this supposed to happen??”

JA i love these lil guys AND THANK UU FOR THE REQUEST I’ve been needing my daily dose of gays too💕💕💕

[madmutts]

Waaiiit i'm curious about something, I dunno if I ever saw mention of him but where's junior???

he's chillin'

[deceit-and-knowledge]

intro post

that fucking poll eviscerated me so manyyyy of you wanted this so here ya go please note I'm not particularly excellent at rp my only experience is with my gf and we always ended up making something inappropriate ft a crack ship

Hello~ folks!

Welcome to @deceit-and-knowledge my silly little rp blog where I (your local dumbass @jesterlovescookies ) attempts to pretend to be shadow milk, fount/sage, truthless recluse smilk's little freaks, a silly goober or awakened silly vanilly with you and whatever you wanna say or do with "me" yes I'm a unhinged bored man (what the tism does to a hyperfixated mfer)

Icon/dividers made by @jesterlovescookies

The pv and smilk of this blog also have 1 on 1 solo blogs

@deceit-and-doubt and @truth-and-compassion

rules/info (PLEASE READ)

Info:

cutely me rping a lil au thing where smilk and his pre corrupt self exist in the same timeline and while vague awakened pv is taking care of the two. Both are pv simps in their own unique way

Ooc = black text with ooc and small text

Smilk/fount = s or f + blue text

Pure vanilla = pv + orange text

truthless = t + purple text

Candy apple = c + red text

Black sapphire = b + purple text

Healer cookie = h + orange text

Nightshade/light of truth = l + blue text

Dreamweaver = dw + orange text

Truthless' baby phoenix has red text but no letter

Please don't use funny fonts like cursive (unless it's just the word "freaky" for the funny) I can't particularly read it

Characters available are: shadow milk, awakened pv, sage of truth/fount of knowledge and truthless recluse, black sapphire and candy apple per request

some rules: (for my comfort)

if I don't get to you instantly don't rush me or push me to answer, cause pal- I got a life

You can rp as your own cr oc if you want

Slightly suggestive stuff is allowed

This is for fun, please have fun and don't be rude

Responses are in character as possible (when they're not this is an au)

No spam

Dni if you have an issue with shadowvanilla

extra info:

This rp does use alot of my hcs for the smilk's

Which are

Neurodivergent, genderfluid, blind in the blue eye (not teal/yellow), can't walk well so floats, touch starved but dislikes being touched, bites for affection (there's more and will apply when needed)

(tho fount wears glasses whilst smilk doesn't to assist with the blindness)

you can refer to sage/fount with your pre corrupt names for shadow milk but he won't claim those as his actual name he'll just respond to anything that isn't shadow milk

FAQ: sorry but no. I don't have the time nor social battery or energy for it. You know the question you're asking frequently. It's a no. I prefer short stuff like what I'm already doing. Go find someone else please.

anyhoo have fun! Rp away, inbox is always open on this blog ^^

[amerricanartwork]

Y’know, I have a funny story with the ship between Innocence and Pebbles.

@eggobuggo , my sister, was playing The Sims and made the iterators in her own humanised forms, including her version of Innocence and Wind, along with Moon, Pebbles, NSH and Suns, all with their own personalities and stuff. She set up a generic apartment, put the gang in, and just had fun making them do silly shenanigans together, while I sit and watched her play.

In particular, we headcanon NSH, Pebbles and Innocence as Gen 3s, the newer modes, and so she made them into teenagers, which, with a DLC, have a whole new host of features that are not in the base game. This includes getting crushes (which weirdly enough, young adults and adults cannot get).

But anyway, one day, later into the game (the gang basically all were in the high end of the friendship scale with each other), the notif board popped up that Innocence had gotten a crush on Pebbles. Unfortunately for her, NSH and Pebs were already being all flirty with each other (Ragequit is where it’s at for us), making Pebble basically keep her in the friendzone. Ngl, my heart went out to her :,) Especially so, because they were all sharing a room. (space was tight)

After that, I began thinking about it in context of it in-universe, and ngl, I came to quite liking it as a ship, especially since I see Innocence to be less… asshole-ish (?), I guess, than what the general fandom makes her out to be (I mean it’s understandable, we only see her to leak the pic of Pebbles condition and that’s it.). To me and Eggo, she’s much nicer unless you really piss her off, which then, her more cynical and gossipy side of her comes out. She was actually more of on the friends side with Pebble before the shit went down.

At the time, I thought “dang, it’s a shame I won’t be seeing anything of it since she’s so obscure.”. This was a couple months before I began seeing art of them on the main tag.

Soooo… I guess I’m somewhat of an og Milkshake (as is the fandom name) shipper???

Just, seeing you and others make art about them is almost surreal in a way, since the only reason I really considered them as a ship was cuz of a random event in a life sim game lol.

Also @eggobuggo, I hope you don’t mind me sharing the story. :)

Wow, that seems like quite the story! And I do agree, after witnessing something like that in a totally different game it must be pretty surreal to see the ship gaining popularity in the actual RW fandom now too! It's nice to get another seal of approval from an original Milkshake shipper!

For me, it's also a bit strange because it's something I've considered for a really long time as a lingering "oh, wouldn't it be cool if I could make this work?" idea. The obscurity and lack of content for UI to draw inspiration from, both canon and fanon, definitely added to these feelings and the difficulty of imagining a working portrayal of the ship, hence I've only recently felt confident enough about the relationship and UI as a character to act on it. So after Pura coined the ship name and made a lot more art of it, then other artists started expressing approval and even drawing it themselves, it almost feels like I'm watching the ship enter the mainstream (Tumblr) fandom consciousness in real time, which is honestly pretty cool, especially since it feels like I had a hand in it with that initial ask! And even if I wasn't the very first to consider it, I'll definitely continue supporting this ship!

For some other thoughts though, I totally agree on Innocence not being mean in reality, though for me she's not mean or gossipy at all and more so has a kind-of opposite major flaw that tends to cause bad things unintentionally. As much as I can understand interpreting the character as a genuinely mean person, I thought it'd be interesting to imagine that her leaking the rot simply caused others to perceive her as mean, not that she's that way in reality. After all, I don't think we ever see direct dialogue from Innocence in canon, and the only evidence I can find of her being mean is Wind's speculation on her motivations. I also took inspiration from @shkika's Innocence, but I just wanted to see if I could take those ideas further to create my own unique interpretation.

Also, it's actually pretty coincidental you're telling me this too, because in regards to what I've come up for my Milkshake portrayal, Innocence having an unrequited crush on Pebbles for a really long time is actually really important for both plot and character arc reasons! I've been developing my own take on the classic worm-off-the-string iterator AU idea with @hail-strom for like the past week or so and the ship as of now plays a decent role in that, but the unrequited crush acts as subtle, yet major context for Innocence's actions throughout, which in turn slowly influence Pebbles especially as he starts to reciprocate those feelings (much to his alarm)!

Anyway, thanks for sharing that with me, and thanks for giving me a chance to ramble about this ship more! I'm honestly so happy to see it growing, and all support counts!

[guhamun]

@yalldved said (inbox):

“Contrary ta popular belief, I ain good with dogs.” He’s talking Jianyu’s ear off for the better part of 30 minutes already, oblivious if the guy is /really/ listenin or not. “When I was younger my dad had this heeler named Soda Pop, who had ta herd me back to the farm cause I constantly would get lost. Could ya believe that? I mean, I’d like ta think I’m a smart guy enough-“

❝…❞ Ugh…when were they going to stop talking? Here he was, just trying to enjoy his milkshake, and then this guy comes over and rambles on and on about a bunch of random things for the better part of 30 minutes. Glancing at his phone, he checked the time, although made it look as if he was just checking to see if he had a text message. He had people at his job that were like this too. To ‘pass the time’, they’d go on and on, and all he wanted to do was be in relative quiet, the only sounds to be heard being the chirping of birds, or the occasional passing of a car. Preferable noise. ❝One of my cousins gets lost just going down the street to a store, so I wouldn’t be surprised that you’d get lost on your own farm.❞ And had to have the dog bring them back at that. The image was kind of funny. A little bit. ❝Soda Pop’s a cute a name.❞

[certitudinis]

"Rika-chan... She and the others... There's gotta be something I can do to prevent their deaths!" (higurashi au... maybe robin looper au of an au?)

█▐ @wolfvirago | ♡ | inbox.

〝 YEAH, it’s a real doozy, huh ? 〞

To where there’s a stir in the waters, the sweet scent of a potential spectacle bleeding into its depths, witches keen of nose had the tendency to gather. Wild cards thrown into any one gameboard threatening to run stale may be no unique concept, but Lambdadelta allows her interest to be moderately piqued all the same. Not unwilling to acknowledge her attachment to this tale in particular, especially with somewhat of a horse of her own in its race, so to speak.

But horses that sprain their legs are fated to be euthanized, and the Witch of Certainty has no obligations towards weak - boned beneficiaries that wouldn’t persevere through just an extra little sprinkle of adversity !

〝 I don’t know whose lost puppy you’re supposed to be, but rack your brain and figure something out, why don’t you ? If you’re lucky and if I'm FEELING GENEROUS, I’ll even stick around long enough to witness your wonderful support play in action. 〞

[hoonvrs]

look what i had for lunch today

ITS RICE AND CHICKEN

THAT LOOKS SO GOOD STOPP

[milkshakethepunkstar]

*Waves*

I'm Milkshake, I don't speak irl by choice. all respect to my mute homies. I'm here to see other cool people like myself; emo, punk, goth, alternative style furries and therians. y'all are the best.

take this cake as a thank you for being lit. *nods respectfully*

I like when people rock out with me in silence, or if you're the one talking. come by anytime in my inbox. I'll give you music suggestions. *smiles*

acab, lgbtqia+, neurodivergent, furry, punk, night time > day time.

if you harm animals, either stop and go to therapy or d1e. *glare* love giving people the chance and resources to change.

minors allowed, but beware, im not one of you. always be careful on the internet. it has never been a safe place for you. *look of caution*

I'm not anti social, I'm anti zoo, anti authority, & anti soda. drink water. *stern glare* liquid death regular drinking water always. *grin*

have fun out there, and remember, mental health includes the gross horrific traumatizing parts too. *genuine glance*

never play with fire, only steal from big corporations, dont harm your body, you'll need it<3 *kind smile*

[the-milkshake-bah]

it has come to our attention that tumblr has been eating some of your orders!

the inbox is labelled with five missing orders!

if you think your order was among these, please feel free to resend it!

[the-cookie-dragons]

Please please please please please keep drawing Viridescent Daydream, you're like the only artist on tumblr that draws this PV au and your pairing with him and shadow milk is fantastic

TYYY SO MUCHHHH (´,,•ω•,,)♡ and yes dont worry I will keep drawing them lmaoo!! these two have a very special place in my brain currently so the art will continue (especially viridescent nilly, im tempted to buy his costume now because of this)

i will gladly gift you this doodle of them for now 🫶🫶

[bunny-jpeg]

hiii first I would like to say that I LOVE your writing and I was wondering if you could do smth with Lando. This is quite a long order so you can pick and chose what you would like.

dark hot chocolate

milkshake

a vodka shot

spicy upside down cake

crème caramel

hot cross buns

bakery menu

thank you so much for the order! i've been really getting back into doing these bakery orders, so it's been fun working through the requests i've gotten! i always love doing a good lando fic, the fans i get in my inbox always have some of the most creative prompts i've ever seen so thank you! i hope you love this!

spicy upside down cake: "let's play a game: don't get caught." + crème caramel: "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?" + hot cross buns: "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up." + dark hot chocolate: sub!reader + milkshake: size kink + a vodka shot: rough sex served by lando norris (formula one)!!

tags: smut/pwp, rough sex, size kink, sub!reader, semi-public sex, brattiness, dirty talk & degrading language, filthy (!!)

lando norris loved a good brat. he loved when a girl thought she could snap at him. it was cute, and it got him hard. cute things with pouty lips and fluttering eyelashes, crossed arms that framed perfect, fat tits. drew him in and made his jeans tight.

nothing like fucking a brat back into submission.

so after being put through the ringer in silverstone, lando couldn't help himself. especially when you said his favourite word in a venomous tone, "no."

you ended up in his driver's room with his hands up the back of your t-shirt and he near slammed the door with his foot. he was moving you like a puppet. you weren't going anywhere too far, too fast. he kissed the nape of your neck and loved the feeling of his hands on your soft skin.

"oh. you thought you were getting away from me?" he teased as he rubbed the front of his jeans up against your behind, "tell me no and then expect to skitter off. you wouldn't get far and you know that. should've chased you through the garage and fucked that pretty pussy of yours over my car. rub those tits of your raw up against it." he was panting already, turned on by how deep his want was for you.

"lando." you whined and you ended up over the couch. your cheek almost pressed against the wall behind it. your knees on the cushion and your round behind on display for him. you crumbled so easily, it was cute.

lando licked his lips and admired you. the shape of you, the feel of you, how hot your skin got when you were turned on. made his cock throb in his jeans. he didn't take him the victory this weekend, but he was going to take your pussy. which was almost as good as a trophy.

"get undressed or else you'll be leaving for the car in a lot less clothes." he remarked, "but i'd be you love that, huh? bare tits out across the paddock, covered in my bite marks. because you're just a little slut aren't you?"he noticed you covering your face with your hands, "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up." he then grabbed your roughly and got your ass on the cushion your legs spread open as you forced yourself to hold onto the couch.

you looked beautiful.

"strip or it becomes shreds." lando said as he grasped his cock through his jeans, "and don't hide your face, got it?" he was dominating, putting you in your place. and it made you heavily aroused. and he knew it. he knew that you were a sick puppy that way.

you quickly got out of all of your clothes, you were left naked. lando preferred when you were naked, even in cases where you could be easily caught. he was certain that if someone caught sight of your bare tits while you rode him, you'd cum on the spot. dirty girl.

lando kept most of his clothes on, didn't need his round ass to be on the cover of most major sports papers tomorrow. he crowded in your space and braced his hands over the top of the couch, on either side of your head. he watched you swallow and he grinned like a wolf. "pretty little thing." he said, "see, things are much easier when you drop the bratty-act."

"i thought you loved a challenge." you remarked as you looked at him with a cute little wink. it only pulled lando in and he stroked his cock at the sight of your cute figure. you really were something else. naked on the couch, your breasts and cunt on full display for him. and yet, you remain defiant.

"i do, but i also love girls who know when to shut up and take it." he sank his cock into you. you let out a sweet moan and he chuckled lowly, "let's play a game: don't get caught. think you can do that? keep that whore mouth quiet while i fuck you?" he pushed to the base and shakily exhaled. he felt a stir in his gut while he admired you.

you felt hot all over a she started to move against you. your body didn't feel like your own, you were under lando's spell as he fucked you. you tensed up around him as you kept your legs open for him. there was something that ran hot through you. it wasn't fair, he made you a panting dog for him.

"a real bitch in heat, huh?" he chuckled lowly as he continued to move against you. he pressed into you harder, "pretty eye though, gotta keep them interested somehow. or else they'll hit and leave." he continued to move against you. his thrusts made you see stars. who allowed for him to be this hot. this painfully good at making you moan.

you let out a whine and he gave you a firm pat on the cheek, he'd never harm you. he'd just make his presence known, after all he was your boyfriend, your love, your dominant in your life. he was rough, but not abusive. he made you squirm and enjoyed the feeling of you under him. on the stupid couch they gave him, fucking tomorrow out of you.

there was something about him. the way he carried himself, the way he moved through your space. he wasn't like others, he was like no man you had been with before. he made you pant. whine and more of all, cum at the feeling of his cock inside of you. he could work with what he had and it often made you moaning with heated pleasure.

he looked at you, he kept his eyes on you as he fucked up into you. he held onto the couch while he thrusted up into you. he kept his expressions under control while your face displayed all the feelings of pleasure he was giving you. he loved how you looked, he made you feel heaven, why not enjoy it too?

"please, lando. fuck, i love you."

"and i love you, baby. look at you, you take my cock like a champ. can you believe it? i guess you put your money where your mouth is, silly little slut." he licked his lips as he continued to move against you. his thrusts were heavy and they left a certain cloudiness in his brain as he fucked the daylights out of you. you were a slut for him and he loved that, he loved that he could bend, twist and fuck you however he saw fit. it was a good feeling in his soul as he rutted against you.

he knew that you loved him, you loved him as deep as veins ran deep in the body. he knew you were needy for him, you yearned for his heavy cock inside of you. his breathing was heavy in your ear as eh moved against you, the feel was overwhelming and you tried so hard to keep quiet. you didn't want to be the front page tomorrow because your boyfriend decided to fuck you until you saw stars.

"that's it, baby." he said as he thrusted up into you, "you feel amazing. all mine, who let you feel this good. you got a pussy most would die for." his pace continued, "i need you beautiful, always in my heart as i ruin your fucking pussy." his words were heated as he fucked you. there was little time for tenderness as he ravaged you.

you kept your tone quiet as you held onto him, letting him fuck your sweet cunt. it was hard to keep quiet with the pace so quick and so erotic that it left your core quivering for him. you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

"gonna behave for me now, be a good girl for me?" he asked as he held your throat. he didn't choke you, he held you so you'd keep your eyes on him. as he continued to rut against you, the feeling was hot, the weight of his hand against you as he made your core flutter around him.

you nodded dumbly, not much else to say as he fucked you with a heated want. you reached out for him and clung to his t-shirt while you climaxed around his cock. you squeezed around him, eyes shut and held onto him tightly. he continued to fuck you, he fucked you through you orgasm and only grinned at the blissed out expression you had. you looked like a total dream, even in the heat of climax. he kissed your neck and fucked you roughly.

he was in total control and he felt the fire in his core as he moved against you. your wetness stained the front of his jeans, which only spurred him on to make you a panting, whiny mess. he eventually shut you up with a heated kiss and kept you pinned to the couch by your shoulders.

he was going to fuck the brattiness out of you, and with a few more heavy strokes of his hips he finished inside of you. he watched your eyes flutter close for a moment before you loosely held onto him. it was erotic to see you in a state of total bliss as he came. you two fit together beautifully and lando couldn't help but kiss your neck as he moved against you slower and let himself feel your entire body.

hands trailed across your sides before he held you hips tightly and pulled out of your cunt. he looked at you and exhaled deeply against your neck, "beautiful." he said with much more tenderness.

he looked at his soft cock and then to you. he then asked as he admired your messy expression. you were all blissed out from him. he patted your thigh and said, "now be a good girl and get dressed. you can louder in the hotel." <3

[rhynestonez]

BLIND DATE

Thunderbolts! Bucky x Reader

One shot!!

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The kettle whistled just as your inbox hit fifty-two unread emails. You tapped the keyboard with the back of your knuckle to keep the screen from going dark, then shuffled to the kitchen on socked feet. Your apartment was small but clean, tucked in a corner of the city just far enough from downtown to be quiet in the mornings.

You poured the water over the tea bag and let the steam brush against your face, savoring the quiet before the day began.

This was your ritual. Mornings before work were sacred: tea, toast, and an hour of pretending your life didn’t feel like one long act of reinvention. You were still learning how to exist in this version of the world. Civilians. Schedules. Rent. Grocery lists. Online banking.

You sat at the tiny kitchen table with your tea and flicked on the small radio you’d found at a secondhand store. Soft jazz drifted through the room, low and soothing. Tahoe—your mutt of a rescue dog—let out a snore from the living room rug, one paw twitching in a dream.

The phone rang.

You squinted at the screen.

Yelena.

You hesitated. The last time she called without texting first, you ended up on a five-hour road trip that included one federal crime and a strawberry milkshake.

You answered anyway.

“What now?” you said, voice dry but fond.

“I have news,” Yelena said brightly. You could hear her walking—boots on tile, maybe a gym or base. “You remember what I said last week?”

“Vaguely. Something about exploding dye packs and how I need to ‘get laid before I rot into my couch.’”

“Exactly. I found you a date.”

You paused. “You what?”

“I’m doing you a favor,” she said smoothly. “He’s tall. Quiet. Kind of broody but not in a weird way. You’ll like him.”

“Yelena—”

“He’ll meet you for dinner. You need a reason to leave that apartment that isn’t dog food and your sad little grocery lists.”

“I’m hanging up.”

“You’re not. Check your calendar for Thursday. Seven o’clock. Maison d’Étoile. Wear something that makes you feel pretty. But not desperate.”

The line clicked off.

You stared at your phone like it had betrayed you.

Maison d’Étoile?

You turned your head slowly to look at Tahoe. He snored again.

“This is a bad idea,” you said to no one.

But you marked the date anyway.

——-

Yelena found him in the weight room at the compound, methodically benching something he couldn’t feel.

“You free Thursday night?” she asked without preamble.

Bucky didn’t look up. “Why?”

“I found you a date.”

He sat up slowly. Wiped the back of his neck with a towel. “Not interested.”

“Liar-” she said, plopping down on the bench opposite his. “You brood. You sulk. You pretend to read whole books without turning pages. It’s sad. It’s tragic. It’s boring.”

“I don’t need—”

“Just dinner,” she said, holding up her hands like she was negotiating with a wild animal. “A quiet place. No expectations.”

He frowned. “Who is she?”

“Someone with actual social skills. Good heart. Bad sense of humor.”

Bucky raised a brow.

“She’s good people,” Yelena said more quietly. “You’ll like her. You’ve got similar scars.”

That made him pause.

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor for a long moment. He hadn’t gone on a real date in… hell, decades? He wasn’t sure he even remembered how.

But part of him—some small, quiet part that hadn’t been completely ironed out by years of guilt—was tired of the same four walls. The same nights alone. The same version of himself over and over again.

So he nodded once.

Yelena smirked. “Perfect. I’ll text you the details.”

“And the name?”

She stood. “Why ruin the surprise?”

⸻

Thursday lingered in your mind like a splinter.

You didn’t do much dating. Honestly, you didn’t do much of anything outside of work and taking care of Tahoe. Life had become quiet out of necessity, and you were still learning how to live without always looking over your shoulder.

But now, Yelena had thrown a wrench in your carefully maintained solitude.

You tried not to obsess over it—but you still found yourself staring into your closet longer than usual every morning, eyeing a dress you hadn’t worn in over a year. You still caught yourself drifting in the grocery store, wondering what kind of wine you’d order if it came to that. You still Googled the menu of Maison d’Étoile, trying to decipher what “compressed melon” even meant.

Work was a good distraction—on paper. You had a solid job at a modest repair shop, one of the few places in the city where nobody asked too many questions about your past. You’d earned that trust. Machines didn’t care who you used to be; they just needed you to keep them running.

That Tuesday, you spent most of your shift bent over a busted air conditioning unit while the ceiling fan above you clunked like it might come crashing down any minute.

“You good?” your coworker Marco asked, holding out a bottle of water.

You sat back on your heels, grease smudged across your cheek. “Yeah. Just… lost in thought.”

He raised a brow. “Hot date?”

You stared at him. “What?”

“You’ve been twitchy since Monday. You check your phone like it owes you money.”

You took the water and chugged half of it. “You’re hallucinating.”

“Sure,” he said, and walked off, humming.

You shook your head, but couldn’t help glancing at your phone again. Just to check the time. Just in case.

⸻

Bucky didn’t own a lot of clothes. That had never really been a problem before.

He stared at his open closet Wednesday evening, arms crossed over his chest, lips drawn in a tight line. A few shirts hung stiffly on plastic hangers. A black jacket that had seen better days. One suit—probably from the Stark funeral. He wasn’t even sure it still fit.

Yelena had said “something nice.”

He sighed and pulled the jacket out anyway.

In the other room, the apartment was dark except for the soft glow of a single lamp. He lived simply. Quietly. The compound offered him space, but he preferred the silence of his own place when he could get it. Somewhere without constant movement. Without people trying to look him in the eye too long.

He didn’t think about dates anymore. It had been so long since someone had looked at him without a mission behind their smile.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, ran his hand through his hair. Still tied back from training earlier. He stared at the wall for a long time.

Then finally reached for his phone and typed a message to Yelena.

“You sure this isn’t a setup?”

She replied a minute later.

“You’ll thank me. Wear black. It’s classic. Don’t brush your hair like a caveman.”

He smiled, despite himself.

⸻

Thursday arrived too fast and not fast enough.

You got home from work at five. Took a too-hot shower. Stared at your reflection for fifteen minutes, wrapped in a towel, while Tahoe sat near your feet like a judgmental parent.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you muttered.

You tried on four outfits before settling on the one you’d originally rejected that morning. It was flattering. Not too flashy. It made you feel almost like yourself, if your ‘self’ didn’t still flinch when people asked where you were from.

At 6:45, you were locking the door and walking Tahoe one last time before grabbing your keys and whispering “Please don’t be a creep..” to no one.

⸻

Maison d’Étoile smelled like lemon zest, soft wine, and impossible wealth.

The hostess greeted you with a smile as you stepped inside, the warmth of the restaurant cocooning you from the cool night outside. You nervously pulled at the sleeves of your jacket.

“Reservation for…?” she asked.

“Belova.” you said.

The woman’s eyes lit with recognition. “Right this way.”

You were led through the main dining area to a quieter section, slightly removed behind an archway framed with frosted glass and tall plants. The table was small—intimate, even. Just two chairs. A soft candle flickered in the center. There were three forks. Three.

You sat down and tried not to fidget.

The room was packed, but it didn’t feel lively. The energy was hushed, formal. Forks clinked against plates with eerie precision. No one raised their voice. It was beautiful—and utterly foreign.

Your phone buzzed.

You sighed and picked it up. “Yes, Yelena. I’m at the restaurant.”

“Is he there yet?”

“No-” you whispered, fiddling with the middle fork. “Listen, this place is way too fancy for me, I’m nervous and I don’t know which fork to kill myself with—”

You heard footsteps.

You looked up.

A man entered the alcove. Tall. Dressed in all black, jacket snug at the shoulders. His hair was tied back in a low knot. His expression unreadable.

He was handsome. Too handsome.

Your throat went dry.

He stopped at the table, eyes meeting yours.

You nodded dumbly. “Uhm- hi.” Hanging up the phone while Yelena was mid sentence. Placing it face down on the table.

He smiled and sat down across from you. “I’m Bucky.”

You blinked. Then gave him your name, and repeats it back.

Good lord.

Before you could speak, he opened the menu and flipped it casually. “So… have you decided which fork you’re gonna kill yourself with?”

You froze.

Then deadpanned. “You heard that.”

He glanced up. Smirked. “Kinda hard not to.”

You looked down, mortified. You were this close to crawling under the table.

Then decided to roll with it.

“I don’t know. This big one’s looking like the winner.” you said, picking it up and twirling it in mock consideration.

He chuckled.

You exhaled. Maybe this wouldn’t be a total disaster.

You tried to look at the menu. You really did.

But everything on it read like a spell book. Compressed melon with balsamic pearls. Duck à l’orange espuma. Wagyu tartare with charcoal salt.

You were hungry. And anxious. Your stomach growled loud enough that Bucky glanced up from his own menu, brow raised.

You dropped your own with a sigh, pressing your hand to your stomach like it would silence it.

“Jesus-” you muttered. “I don’t even know how to pronounce half of this stuff.”

Bucky leaned forward slightly, one elbow resting casually against the pristine white cloth. “Thank god because-” he said while throwing down the menu. “Me neither.”

You met his eyes. He looked relieved too. The quiet tension between you broke like a cracked window finally letting in air.

“Yelena has the weirdest taste, I mean where did she even find this place.” you said.

“She definitely does,” he replied. “Told me to wear black and not brush my hair like a caveman.”

You smiled. “What’d you say to that?”

“I brushed it like a soldier-“ he deadpanned. “But, she said that didn’t count.”

You laughed, genuinely this time. Something about the way he spoke—it wasn’t self-deprecating, just dry. Controlled. But he was trying. You both were.

The conversation drifted naturally after that. You told him about your work—fixing air conditioners, broken vents, the satisfaction of rebuilding things with your hands. It felt good to talk about something real, something ordinary. You avoided the heavy stuff at first, but it came out in pieces. How you and Yelena grew up together. The Red Room. How you escaped. Lived off the grid for years. Tried to build a life again from pieces.

You kept it light. You even joked about teaching yourself to cook with only one pan and a stolen can opener.

But Bucky didn’t laugh at the wrong parts. He nodded. He listened. Eyes focused entirely on you like it wasn’t just polite—it mattered.

When you finally paused, fiddling with your napkin, he spoke. “I know Yelena through a friend-“ he said, quietly. “She’s got a talent for dragging people out of their caves.”

You smiled softly. “Guess we’re the cave people now, huh?”

He smirked. “You more than me. At least I showed up wearing socks.”

You were mid-sip of water and nearly choked. “Oh my god—”

He laughed, and it was that low, surprised kind of laugh that felt unplanned.

“Y’know, you seem familiar,” you said slowly, after recovering. “I think I read about you once. Wait—oh my god. Weren’t you a congressman?”

That made him sit back slightly, head tilting.

You grinned, pointing. “I knew I recognized your voice.”

He shrugged, amused. “Didn’t last long. Turns out the government isn’t great at handling people like me.”

“No one is.” you said gently.

The mood shifted a little. Still warm, but heavier. The candle flickered.

Then your stomach growled again, louder this time.

You froze.

He gave you a look that was almost fond.

“I’m so sorry.” you said, voice tight. “This is… this is a nightmare.”

Bucky stood.

You blinked up at him. “What’re you doing?”

“Let’s get outta here-” he said. “We’re both starving. And I’m not about to spend two hours pretending this foam on a plate is food.”

You didn’t hesitate. Not really. You stood and grabbed your small jacket—but the second you stepped outside, the cold slapped you in the face.

“Jesus Christ.” you muttered, wrapping your arms around yourself. The dress hadn’t felt short until now.

Without a word, Bucky shrugged out of his coat and draped it over your shoulders.

You opened your mouth to argue, but he just gave you a look—one that said, Don’t even try.

It smelled like him. Clean, warm, something faintly herbal. You pulled it tighter.

You walked side by side, your heels tapping against the sidewalk as the wind sliced between buildings. The city buzzed around you—horns, conversations, the smell of street food in the distance.

He glanced at you. “So. What do you want? Greasy burger? Fried something?”

“Something I can pronounce,” you said firmly. “And eat with my hands.”

He chuckled. “Deal.”

The fast food place was nearly empty. Just a few kids in the corner booth and a teenager behind the counter who couldn’t care less.

You ordered without overthinking. Fries. A burger. A milkshake, even.

You took the booth by the window. Bucky slid in across from you.

He watched you tear open a packet of ketchup like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Now this-” you said, holding up a fry triumphantly “this is food.”

He nodded solemnly. “It’s got texture. Integrity.”

“And a heart attack’s worth of sodium.” you added.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

You laughed. He smiled wider than he had all night.

Between bites, the conversation deepened. You talked more about normal things—bad roommates, weird neighbors, that one time you locked yourself out in the snow and had to break in with a hairpin and a spoon. He listened. He offered stories of his own—sharper, more guarded, but real. Moments with Sam. Late-night walks when he couldn’t sleep. Learning how to shop for groceries without a mission plan.

There were pauses, but none of them awkward. Just space to breathe.

When the food was gone and your cup was almost empty, he reached for a napkin. Scribbled something down.

You looked up as he slid it toward you.

His number.

he said quietly.

“I uh- I had a good time.”

You took it. Smiled. “Yeah. Me too.”

He walked you to your car. Said goodnight with a soft look, one that lingered even after he turned away and headed for his own.

You sat in your car for a long time, hands on the wheel, eyes on the napkin.

You leaned back, smiling like an idiot.

And muttered to yourself, “I definitely owe Yelena for this one.”

[twobitsblade]

Hi! Can you write a story about Dally teasing / messing with a shy female reader who is super jumpy and gets blushy easily? I can picture him jumping out at her to scare her or tease her with tickling knowing it makes her blush. Idk just some suggestions :) thanks!

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[ author’s note: i hope this is what you wanted, anonymous!! i’m new to writing long-form stories, if you can’t tell. feel free to request more stuff, such as long stories, headcanons, blurbs, or anything you want, really, in my inbox. ]

dallas “dally” winston was many things: handsome, a gangster, somewhat of a jerk, but most importantly, he was yours. and today was just another small day that solidified that—your 1st-year anniversary! you and dallas’s relationship had been smooth overall, except for the occasional argument. you were walking to the local diner to meet him there, although you knew he’d probably take his sweet time because, according to him, “oh for god’s sake, woman, i’ve got stuff to do.”

you were on your way when all of a sudden, you heard a loud, ear-piercing shriek, causing you to jump backward and drop all your school materials onto the sopping wet concrete. when you turned to face the sound, you immediately tasted something sugary in your mouth. you turned to see a grinning dallas winston. you giggled as you ran toward him, beginning to playfully pound your fists against his chest.

“aw, dally, you scared me!” you said, your breathing still slightly uneven.

“i know, sugar. i saw that,” he grinned, wrapping his forearms around your neck and pulling you to his chest. it felt more like an affectionate chokehold rather than a hug, but what could you do? you weren’t taking it too seriously because, why should you? you knew that if any supplies were seriously damaged, he’d just steal more for you.

you both walked into the diner and sat down in a booth the color of cherries. soon, the waitress, an older woman in her mid-thirties, approached, and you began to order the usual: two vanilla milkshakes, two burgers, and one large fry, which dallas would scarf down and you’d peck at. as you were ordering, his hands suddenly reached your waist, causing you to let out a sharp sound that was a mix of a giggle and a yelp. everyone in the restaurant turned to look at you. amidst the embarrassment and your face turning a pale pink,

you felt dallas’s head rest on your shoulder, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, your heart still going a mile a minute from the way people were staring at you a moment ago. finishing your order, you waited for the waitress to leave before resting your head on the table.

“oh, god, you’re something else, winston.”

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Boom! A wild Bucky dropped into your inbox! He dares you to share a little something with “Can you keep doing that thing? It makes me feel like I matter.”

You Matter | Bob Reynolds x Bucky Barnes | Drabble 600 words

Everyone matters, even if they think all they do is the dishes

Warnings: bit of angst, bit of fluff! Maybe Thunderbolts* spoilers, nothing actually about the film in here though.

Thank you so much for the prompt @buckyys-babydoll it was so cute! I hope you like this little drabble, my first actual BobBucky? WinterSentry?

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes

Bucky ran his hand absently through Bob's hair as he sat in the corner of the couch reading a mission debrief on his tablet. The younger man was sprawled out over the remaining space.

"Hmm —" Bucky's hand stilled and Bob looked away from his book to study the tight line of Bucky's jaw upside down. He'd been away for a few days, stubble a little longer than usual, but he could still see the muscle tighten, his teeth grind together.

Bob set his book down in his lap and pressed his head up into Bucky's hand, prompting him to move his fingers again, carding and twirling the hair. Bucky's left arm hummed slightly as he tightened his hold on the tablet.

"It just doesn't make sense."

"What doesn't?"

"Some of these read outs from the lab Alexei and Yelena visited, there's way more gamma than we anticipated."

"How much gamma do you normally anticipate?" Bob chuckled and Bucky looked down at him fondly.

"A bit, I guess."

"A bit."

"Hmm…"

They lapsed into silence again, Bucky's hand still petting Bob as he scrolled again, muttering to himself.

"You can tell me, you know. I won't tell anyone."

"Tell you what, sweetheart?"

"About the gamma."

"You don't want to hear about the gamma, it's boring, enjoy your book." Bucky scrolled again and then returned his hand. This time Bob took it, wrapping both his hands around Bucky's and kissing the mans scrapped knuckles.

"I do. Keep telling me it — well — it makes me feel like I matter, like maybe I'm helpful, even if — even if — you just use me as a sounding board."

Bob didn't look at Bucky as he spoke, just kept rubbing his finger over Bucky's calloused hand, it looked like it hurt, whatever he'd done, and he wanted to fix it.

Bucky put the tablet down and grabbed Bob's book too, moving them both to the coffee table, slow and deliberate.

"Do you feel like you don't matter normally?" Bucky asked seriously, his face hovering upside down.

Bucky continued watching him as fat tears appeared in Bob's eyes.

"Yeah, I guess, you guys are off superheroing and I do what, the dishes?"

Bucky resisted the urge to look at the very full dishwasher that hadn't been emptied in days. It was besides the point.

"You don't exist to do things for us, sweetheart. You matter because you're my boyfriend, you're a good friend, a kind person, smart, funny — and even if you weren't all those things, you'd still matter."

"I guess —" Bob pulled a loose thread on his hoody, Bucky's hoody really, but he'd claimed it.

"No guessing, get up here --" Bucky tugged on his hand and manoeuvred them both so he could pull Bob against his side. "If you want to be more involved, you can be, if you want me to just talk to you about things, I can do that. But if you wanna stay here and read books and drink milkshake —"

"—and do the dishes."

"Sweetheart —"

Bob held his hands up in mock surrender.

"You do what you want, okay, because you matter to me, you're my boyfriend and I — "

They hadn't said it yet, with actions, but not with words.

"I love you, Robert Reynolds." Bucky tipped Bob's chin up. "I love you and anyone who says you don't matter, they can fucking answer to me."

Bob smiled and turned his head to kiss Bucky's palm.

"Thanks, Buckybaby." Bob mumbled, cheeks turning as pink as Bucky's, "I love you too, by the way, in case you were wondering."

[astonmint]

sweet ricotta vanilla cannoli w ob81!! ty regardless of if u write it or not :))

don’t poke the bear !

➘ grumpy x sunshine!au ollie bearman 𖥻 87

✶ the requester did not specify what refreshment (fic type) they wanted, so the bakery gave them a cookies and cream milkshake (headcanons).

visit astonmint bakery.

• ollie is a blatant optimist, even when the circumstances are bleak. he’s always there to offer words of support, touching you gently on the shoulder and giving you a warm smile. you don’t display emotions much, but these sweet moments make your unfeeling facade crack just the tiniest bit.

• on the other hand, you are quite the opposite. you wouldn’t call yourself “moody”, per se, but you always have an invisible raincloud above your head. you hated interacting with people outside of your tight-knit friend group, and engaging with the media was something you absolutely despised. in fact, you had a whiteboard hanging in your room with a list of your fastest interviews. your current record was fifteen seconds.

• this isn’t to say that ollie can’t get grumpy too. there have been times — rare, but nevertheless — where he has snapped at somebody. they’ll make a joke about you being unapproachable, and he’ll whirl on them, his kindness evaporating in the blink of an eye. his reasoning? “they can make fun of me all they want, but as soon as they come after you, it’s knives out and guns blazing.”

• when you’re especially unhappy, ollie attempts to cheer you up by cooking your favorite meal. he’s not a michelin-starred chef, but you’re grateful anyway. while you munch away, you’ll put your head on his shoulder, sitting in a comfortable silence together.

• something that you can never seem to understand is how ollie maintains his positivity. you’ll be drearily half-awake at four in the morning, prepping for another long day, and ollie will be bouncing off the walls in excitement. “how are you always so happy?” “because i’m with you.”

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