#thanks for adding to my prompt challenges✨

[cyberllfe]

you replied so quickly i got excited. 😭 also, i totally understand! please perceive my request only when you are able to! there's a veeery big reread factor in your fics so they will busy me for a while. 😤

with that, erm, i spun the wheel and i kid you not,,, it landed on the 1500. 😭 i am also, admittedly, a nines simp and would love to see him with the "nurse me" prompt as someone studying a health allied program. 😖 again, thank you so much for your writing, i would genuinely love anything you put out. lots of love!

— anon from the italian mob <3

thanks for waiting, anon. make sure you listen to nines and get some rest, hm? (ao3 link)

1500 words, rated G.

want a turn? prompt me.

“I’m fine.”

You’re not. Anyone with eyes could tell you’re not, and Nines sees more than most.

True to form, he wastes no processing power arguing with you, just presses a cold compress to your head and watches with amusement as you make an embarrassing sigh of delight.

When you’re calm and a little warmer in the face, Nines presses a glass of water into your hand with a pointed look that says, very clearly, drink up. You accept the glass, savouring the delicious cool against your skin but fighting the urge to rest it against your face, and peer up at him, impish.

“You’re analysing me, aren’t you?”

Nines’ lip twitches. “Your temperature is 103°F.” He pushes the covers higher over you. “You need rest.”

“I know I’m hot.” You thrust the glass back towards him, mostly empty, and try to ignore how your hand shakes sends the water sloshing. “What’s new?”

Nimble fingers take the glass from your hand and you let your arm fall, since it feels so damn heavy. The covers cradle you so nicely. Your brain sits with that thought, and the cosy softness under your arm, until you feel firm pressure against your chest, pushing you back. It’s stronger than anything you can resist, even under regular circumstances, and leaves you nestled amongst a column of pillows that envelop you just like the covers.

It feels so soothing—sharp change in altitude aside—that you forget to be annoyed that Nines is manhandling you in such a mundane way.

“Hey.” The hand doesn’t move from your chest. “I need to breathe, Nines.”

Leaning in so close that your breath tickles his cheek, Nines’ mouth twitches again.

“I’m not stopping you.”

You’re wandering in a familiar grey, too lost to respond—but of course, that’s the intention.

A part of you that expects him to leave, and it’s why you’re hanging on. When the fight slowly leaks from your body and you deflate gradually, letting the bed take you, Nines tucks the sheet around you closely. You realise that despite your head being on fire, the rest of your body feels pretty cold. It’s nicer with the covers close.

He refreshes the compress on your head, applying gentle pressure. A single bead of water runs from your temple to your jaw; the cold makes you shiver. Nines catches it with a deft swipe of cloth before it can go any further, then sets a fresh glass of water on the table next to the bed.

When he’s done, he slides into bed beside you.

For a considerable time, you drift in and out of consciousness. Not dreaming, not really, but you’re wandering through a fever-warped imaginary world. More than once, you could have sworn you were conscious; your brain fills the space between thoughts with nonsensical sounds and images while your body rages against infection.

Nines is there every time you wake up. He looks down at you when you stir in your plush cocoon, and you’re struck by how casual it is—it’s not the clinical, sharp android eye that watches you, but. something far softer. He brushes away the stray mess of hair obscuring your eyes but they’re already half-closed, and soon after, the abyss takes you again.

*

Hours later—it has to be, it’s dark outside now—he brings you food. You’d wondered where he was, why he’d left you with nothing but a Nines-shaped impression in your mountain of blankets, until you smell something delicious that you can’t place. Somehow despite his many skills—and perfect willingness to show them off—you hadn’t expected that he’d cook for you in the middle of the night.

It’s sweet, and to your half-awake brain, it’s funny. Nines, delicately carrying a bowl of soup, garnished beautifully with a swirl of cream and a light sprinkle of herbs, while dressed in your apron. It’s a good deal too short for him, and it makes you laugh, then cough, then hastily reach for the water he left you.

With a slightly clearer head, you notice a few more things. His arms, bare to the elbows with his shirt rolled back and folded crisply; a little of his hair has fallen out of place, probably from the heat of the stove.

You’re watching him with too much intensity for a little too long. By the time your gaze meets his eyes you find mingled consternation and amusement, but he doesn’t chastise you—especially when you accept the offered spoon without protest.

Your open hands take the soup without argument, too; ravenous hunger has hit you from what seems like nowhere, so you sit up, prop yourself against your pillows, and cradle the bowl as if it’s precious.

It’s perfect, of course. Nines tells you that he’s taken care of some basics around the house—he’s cleaned your kitchen, for example. There’s more soup, for later, after you’ve rested some more, and he’s fixed the malfunctioning dial on your stove. Just because, with that unspoken loftiness—except it’s just because it helps you.

Not really giving him your full attention, you glare at him, a heavily laden spoon already in your mouth, and he laughs. It breaks the tension left in your body. Between the warmth of the food and the company, you feel soothed—aches and all.

While you eat, Nines reads to you. To your surprise he’s expressive—entertaining, even. It’s a calm choice of story, and he pauses when you laugh to watch your face, sometimes so intently that he chases your eyes back to your food.

He’s still reading when you’re done. You don’t want to interrupt him with thanks, and in any case, you don’t really have the words for your appreciation, so you cosy up beside him. When he looks at you his expression changes—softens, as if in acknowledgement, and you get the feeling he notices it in you anyway, the way he notices everything else.

With one wide, smooth motion he grabs your cold compress—refreshed and ready for you—and repositions it against your forehead, before brushing your cheek with the backs of his fingers. They’re cool but not cold against your skin, and you close your eyes, savouring the small relief, the calm of mutual understanding, before pushing closer to him, into his touch.

“Please keep going,” you mumble, muffled by the covers.

You can’t see, but Nines smiles down at you as he does.

*

You wake in the very small hours of the morning. There are birds merrily chirping in the trees that line the street.

In the stillness you’d assumed you were alone; Nines makes you jump when he shifts to lay parallel beside you.

“Thank you.”

You don’t quite know what else to say. The words aren’t enough, but your mind is still fuzzy and stalling any means of finding better ones.

Nines reaches out to touch your face and gives you one long, serious look, in lieu of accepting your thanks. You see something in him, the way he watches you, appreciation of an obscure kind—he considers your thanks unnecessary, but he can’t seem to say so, nor does he accept them.

“Your fever’s broken.” He touches your chin. “How do you feel?”

“Better.”

The cool morning air feels pleasant against your skin for the first time in days. You don’t shiver, just lay in your spot, savouring the contrast with the toasty bedsheets.

“Good.”

Now your discomfort is receding, you’re sharply aware of how bad you must have looked. You stifle a groan. How untidy it is, to be human.

“I… you’re lucky, you know.” Nines frowns. “Androids don’t have… this.”

“What?”

“All the human stuff. The mess.” You break eye contact for a beat, but look back, determined let appreciation override the gnawing self-consciousness, despite how gross you must have seemed.

“You are a mess,” he laughs when you express immediate indignation, and you realise you fell for his trap—your comical anger, the hand raised to slap at his shoulder, is a wanted response from calculated provocation. Nines is teasing you to draw you out of your own head. He knows you.

A moment of quiet falls on you both, where Nines catches your hand and rests it against the bedsheets, nestled in his.

“Don’t you think that, if I preferred to avoid human problems, I simply... would?

“It might have occurred to me,” you murmur, following the thumb you rub against his soft fingertips where they’re intertwined with yours. “Sometimes it’s just… very obvious that we’re very different.”

“I know,” he says, as if you missed the point. “Difference isn’t a flaw.”

Nines shifts his arm to lay his palm beside yours, skin receding to show smooth white accented in glowing blue. It’s gone seconds later, but you feel his hand against your chest, then your neck.

“I don’t mind the mess.” A dart of pink tongue behind parted lips. “In fact, I think I’ll make it worse.”

[dreamlifebunny]

bunny's ✨digital detox✨ + manifestation challenge!

hi friends! i've decided to do a little "dopamine detox" so that i can become more present in my day-to-day, connect with myself and my passions, and apply the law. instead of leaving you without any posts, i thought i would turn this short absence of mine into a challenge so that you can join me if you're interested! this is going to be a very simple challenge that mostly focuses on regaining joy in your life, but i hope it can bring you inspiration and peace.

purpose of challenge: to help your brain enjoy simple things again and fill your life with more joy, to get off of social media and apply the law, and to manifest anything you desire. as you can see, this is mostly a challenge to reconnect with ourselves and what brings us joy, but manifestation is the added bonus of this challenge!

step one:

delete or hide apps on your phone or laptop that involve mindless stimulation. for me, this includes tumblr, social media, checking things that give me notifications like my email, etc. normally, tumblr wouldn't be included in this because i use it for learning about the law, but part of this challenge is about getting offline and actually applying the law, so for now i will be deleting it.

step two:

make a list of activities that bring you joy that don't involve mindless stimulation. here are some ideas of things that i like to do if you're having trouble coming up with your own list:

scripting my dream life and coming up with cute scenarios in my head

writing a letter to a friend and decorating it with my own art or stickers

reading a fiction book and getting lost in the story

reading a non-fiction book to learn things about my passions and interests

singing and playing instruments

journaling or filling out writing prompts

going for bike rides or long walks with music

playing fun video games, but not for hours on end like i normally would heh

step three:

decide what you are going to manifest and choose your favourite methods to fulfill yourself! remember, this challenge is about connecting with yourself and what you love, so pick the methods that make you smile. i really enjoy daydreaming about my desires and feeling every emotion in my body that comes up and knowing that my desire is real.

REMEMBER: this challenge is primarily about doing a digital detox to give our brains more happiness. the main goal isn't to manifest, but it is SO much easier to manifest when our brains aren't constantly stimulated and consuming information. our desires manifesting is an added bonus for this challenge!

step four:

as you engage with your life and connect with awareness (who you are at your core) and as you enjoy activities that bring you joy, remind yourself in whatever way feels best to you that you have all of your desires, and that this extra space you're giving your brain is allowing more space for your lovely desires to show up in your life

step five:

report back during the end of any three-day period from when you start this challenge with your results! results could include how you feel, what you learned about yourself, what you manifested or realized about your manifestation, how your days looked without constantly stimulation, or anything you wish to share!

important note:

detoxing from constant stimulation is a HARD THING TO DO! they design apps to make us addicted, and your need for constant stimulation is not your fault. if at any point this challenge brings up feelings of shame or struggle due to the addiction of constant stimulation, make sure you are compassionate and loving to yourself; you're doing a wonderful thing as a gift to yourself and are a good person who is doing something very tricky, and you should be proud that you are even giving it a try. you are strong and badass and deserve the world and all of your desires! if at any point you need to dip out of this challenge, make sure to pat yourself on the back and thank yourself for trying it and know that you can always do it again in the future if you want to c:

love you friends! i am so excited to see the results of this challenge. i am proud of you, i am inspired by you, and i can't wait to see you all soon! 🥰

lots of love, bunny 💕

[kybercrystals94]

✨333 CELEBRATE!! ✨

Okay my prompt idea is “type 2 fun”

“Type 2 fun occurs when a task is difficult at the time, but feels rewarding afterward, often because it challenges the practitioner to test their limits and grow.”

Thank you so much!!

This prompt was such a fun challenge, and I actually thought of several “type 2 fun” scenarios, but I decided to go with the sweet one ;-;

I hope you enjoy it!

Worth It

Read here on Ao3!

Rated: G | Words: 333

“I don’t understand the point of this,” Tech says. “We were not required to leave our campsite location until daybreak.” 

Hunter turns to look back at his brothers trudging behind him, eerily green in the lens of his training helmet’s night vision setting. “It’ll be worth it.” 

“It better be,” Crosshair grumbles from the back of the line. 

Hunter actually doesn’t know if this trek will be worth it. After all, he only heard about the “surprise”, as he was calling it, by eavesdropping on a couple trainers that were in the hangar when they were loading up for their off-world exercise. 

“You woke me up in the middle of a good dream too,” Wrecker whines. 

Crosshair sighs. “Please don’t tell us about it.” 

“Why not? It’s not like we’ve got anything better to do hiking in the dark.” 

“Because your dreams are kriffing ridiculous!” 

“I agree with Crosshair. I do not believe that your subconscious mind conjures up even twenty percent of the details you tell us.” 

“Well, I gotta fill in the gaps, otherwise the dream wouldn’t make any sense at all!” 

Hunter thought that the hardest part of this whole thing would be getting his brothers to wake up and pack their camp before their scheduled departure time; but now, he is starting to wonder if the hike will actually be their undoing. If they don’t make it to the crest in time, it will all be for nothing. 

“Focus up, we’re almost there!” Hunter calls out. 

“You told us that twenty minutes ago,” Tech protests. 

“And we’re twenty minutes closer.” 

It is another ten minutes of hiking and bickering later that the squad of defective clones reach their destination. 

“Have a seat, boys,” Hunter says. 

“For what purpose?” Tech asks. 

“You’ll see.” 

Hunter takes off his helmet as the first swatches of sunrise colors paint the dusky sky, and his brothers do the same. Hunter doesn’t think he’s ever seen something so beautiful. The trainers hadn’t exaggerated at all. 

END

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[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

Hello :) if your requests are still open:

This is my first time requesting something so please ignore this if I‘m doing something wrong.

I saw the 150 Random Writing Prompts and was thinking of a jealous Hunter smut. (Or Echo, if you find it more fitting)

With

143.: “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

And if it’s ok ( I could not decide, sorry)

97.: if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

93.: say you want me, and i’m yours.”

Thanks 🙏🏻 You are an awesome writer!✨

Thank you so much for the request, anon! You did nothing wrong at all! I was able to work in all three, but I’m incapable of writing anything short, so this is kinda long - oops. Hope you like it! <3

Bonus point if you spot the Taylor Swift lyric I managed to weave in!

Green Doesn’t Suit You

With the whole squad safely back on Pabu, you settle into a comfortable civilian life. But the yearly Celestialis festival, said to bring good fortune for the next year to those who attend, brings with it something you never thought you’d have.

Pairing: Hunter x f!reader

Word count: 6.5k

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: jealousy, friends to lovers, pet names, old lady shoving her oar in, Omega is a fantastic wing-woman, confessions of love, first kiss together, squint for possessiveness, being (lovingly) manhandled, first time together, oral (f!receiving), unprotected PiV, dirty talk, soft aftercare, all the fluffy feels.

The air was stifling, not only from the heat outside but the warmth emanating from both ovens in the kitchen of your new home on Pabu.

The house had been a gift – the fanciest gift you’d ever received – from Shep and the other island residents. A thank you for all the hard work you, the boys, and Omega had put into rebuilding their island after the freak tsunami.

All seven of you, living together in a space infinitely bigger than the Marauder or your old barracks. It was heaven.

“We still need to get those tanks moved.” Omega grumbled, grabbing a clean tray and loading it with the latest batch of cooled cookies you’d made. In the sitting room, just visible through the kitchen doorway, were two bacta tanks. Where Phee had managed to procure them from was still a mystery, but they’d saved Crosshair and Tech’s lives after you, Hunter, Echo, and Wrecker had stormed Mount Tantiss to rescue Omega and the twins. The brothers had been worse for wear – it was still a miracle Tech had survived his fall.

“I’ll speak to Phee in the morning.” You added it to your mental list, skirting around an open cabinet door.

Today was the Celestialis festival, where Pabu’s residents came together to wish for good fortune for the year ahead. Once Shep and the island’s organising committee had caught wind of how good your baking skills were, they’d pulled you into the fray. For weeks, you’d been planning and purchasing ingredients and trying different recipes. And for the last few days, you’d been baking all hours of day and night – with varying levels of assistance from Omega and her brothers.

Four years ago, when the war had broken out, you’d signed up as a civilian handler. Fresh out of college and with nothing lined up, it had seemed like a good idea. While other handlers stayed on Kamino and supported their squads from a distance, the moment you’d read the files for Clone Force 99, you’d known that you’d need to be at their side constantly. They had a habit of veering off track, and handling that from afar would only give you a permanent migraine. So, after signing a hefty waiver with the Kaminoans, you’d been handed some armour, a blaster, and directions to the hangar.

Three years, you’d fought alongside them, learning the best ways to manage them and their unique skill set, building bonds and friendships far deeper and more meaningful than anything you’d ever had before. This last year, since Order 66, had brought its own challenges, too, but it has also brought you Omega.

Grabbing another tray from a cupboard, you pass it over to the young girl, watching as she loads it up with more cookies. Sweat beads on the nape of your neck, and you sigh, lifting your hair to try and get some air to it.

Omega, forever perceptive, abandons the cookies to help tie your hair back. From a small pot on the counter, she goes to grab a hairband, but at the last minute, you redirect her to the strip of fabric that sits nearby, the two of you sharing a look.

It’s another hour before you’re ready to leave for the festival. The boys had headed out mid-afternoon to help set up, taking their dressier clothes with them to spare themselves the walk back to the house and to not get in your way as you finished up. As infuriating and stubborn as they could all be at times, their thoughtfulness was unparalleled.

Dragging wagons laden with treats up to the central plaza, you and Omega work quickly to lay out all the goodies on the tables Shep had set aside for you. You hoped there would be enough for everyone, especially as other food was on offer, too. Stepping back from the tables, you take a deep breath.

“Finally left the kitchen, eh?” Echo teases as he approaches, the rest of the boys in tow. He’d tried to help as best as he could over the last few days, but baking with one hand had been less than ideal. Ultimately, he’d sat at the kitchen table and kept you going with conversation and caff breaks. And he’d chased Hunter off a few times when that keen nose of his had brought him sniffing around for treats to ‘sample.’

You watch as Omega passes a star-shaped cookie over to Wrecker, and the delight on the big man’s face as he devours it fills you with pride. “If I step foot in that kitchen again at any point in the next two weeks, please shoot me.” You joke, the corners of your lips curling into a smile.

“Deal.” Crosshair teases, toothpick sliding to the other side of his mouth as he reaches for a Roonan lemon cookie. His appetite hadn’t returned much since his rescue from Mount Tantiss and time in the bacta tank, but he was trying to eat a little more each day so you wouldn’t worry about him.  

“Hey!” You protest playfully, the boys chuckling as Crosshair takes a small bite, throwing you a wink. Light conversation flows between you all, broken up by the occasional island resident swinging by for some treats. The music starts, and more residents arrive, joining the festival’s spirit, dancing together and laughing.

Hunter can’t keep his eyes off you. For the last four years, he’s seen you in blacks and armour, with the recent addition of sweatpants around the house, and yet now you’re in a dress. A light and airy thing with delicate straps that cross over your shoulders, the fabric cinched in at your waist to accentuate the soft curves of your body. He’s sure it’s the same shade of aqua that paints his pauldrons, too. The thought has a strange sensation sweeping through his gut.

The sound of someone calling your name snatches his attention and drags his thoughts back to the present. As you turn towards the person calling for you, he can’t help but steal the opportunity to admire you. Eyes raking up your bare legs, across your hips and ass that he’s imagined grasping many times, over the smooth plane of your back to the curve of your neck and then…

The entire galaxy might as well cease to exist as his mind goes blank.

Wide brown eyes lock onto the scrap of red fabric keeping your hair up, and that strange sensation in his gut slams into him again. There, holding your hair up, is one of his spare bandanas.

His heart races, thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. A torrent of emotions surges within him. He wants to reach out to you, to pull you close and finally tell you how much you mean to him, but he holds himself back. He can't bear the thought of you not returning the sentiment. Maybe it had just been an accident. Maybe his bandana had been the closest thing available.

In the silence of his thoughts, he missed you excusing yourself to talk with one of the island’s elderly residents, who’d been calling you over.

“Smooth.” Crosshair deadpans, gaze flicking to Hunter as they watch you go, the rest of their siblings distracted by the food and music.

The slink of his brother’s voice pulls Hunter from his thoughts, and he frowns in Crosshair’s direction. “What?” He asks. They’d worked hard to reconcile ever since Crosshair had been deemed stable enough to leave the bacta tank – they’d broached difficult topics and mended a few bridges as they worked towards getting back to what they’d had before the Order had been given. It was slow and, at times, painful, but neither of them was willing to give up on each other again.

“You were staring at her like she’s pure aurodium. Not that I blame you…” Hawkish eyes slide towards Hunter, a smirk tugging at Crosshair’s lips as he watches his brother’s jaw clench and his head tilt, a hardness settling across his features.

Crosshair lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the slight rise he’d secured. “Green doesn’t suit you, vod.” He tosses the comment before snatching up a few more of your baked treats, striding away in search of a quiet place to perch. Crowds still bothered him, but he didn’t want to avoid the gathering altogether and feel like even more of an outcast.

Across the plaza, you’d reached Mrs. Magiere. The elderly lady had lived on the island for years and had slowly convinced her family to move across the galaxy and join her. She wandered the island around lunchtime, and you’d often crossed paths, sharing polite conversation.

Beside her stood an unfamiliar man. “There you are, dear. I want to introduce you to my grandson, Dax.” Mrs. Magiere reached for your hand, drawing you closer.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Dax.” You offered the man a smile. He was a little taller than you, with a slender build, perfectly coifed brown hair and piercing green eyes.

Dax tries to keep his gaze on your face, but his eyes betray him for a moment as he takes all of you in. You’re quite lovely, he must admit. “And you. My grandmother speaks very fondly of you.” He replies.

Mrs. Magiere looks between you both with glee. “Why don’t you two go and dance? My old bones can’t keep up anymore.” One of her hands finds your lower back, and she gives you a gentle nudge towards Dax.

Warmth sweeps across your cheeks caught off guard and a little uncomfortable, but Dax offers you a reassuring smile and his hand. Not wanting to cause a scene or upset anyone, you take it, letting him lead you towards the plaza’s centre where couples and families are dancing. He stops en route, snagging a delicate pink flower from one of the blossoming vines nearby. With careful hands, he slides it into your hair, leaning back to admire you.

“And here I thought you couldn’t be any more beautiful.” The compliment comes naturally to Dax as he retakes your hand, leading you to a small available spot amongst the dancing island residents.  

The warmth in your cheeks grows, and all you can offer Dax is a small smile as he twirls you into his arms once you are amongst the crowd. Laughing softly, you let him lead, the few dance classes you’d taken at college helping you keep up with him.

“You did a wonderful job with the baked goods.” Dax lays another compliment on you, enjoying your bashful smile.

It felt good to be appreciated for all your hard work preparing for this evening, especially by those outside of your little family. “Thank you. What did you like the most?”

Turmoil rolls through Dax. Truth told, he hadn’t sampled any of the treats you’d so lovingly prepared, but he knew it was essential to compliment you. “The oat ones were delicious.” He takes a stab in the dark.

Your smile falters briefly before you fix it back into place. “I’m glad.” You lie in return, not pointing out that you hadn’t made oat cookies.

Standing off at the side of the plaza, it took no time for Hunter to find you amongst the crowd. Over the years, he’d memorised the sound of your heartbeat and the delicate whisper of your voice as the light breeze carried it to him. His eyes found you, and his brows furrowed as he watched you gracefully twirl in the arms of another man, a torrent of emotions churning within him. Jealousy, like a venomous snake, coiled around his heart, injecting poison into his every thought.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The woman he loved, whose smile could light up his darkest days, was now smiling at someone else. Insecurity gnawed at him, an unpleasant feeling he thought he’d long buried during his cadet days.

He longed to be the one guiding you across the dance floor, holding you as though you were the most precious thing in the galaxy. The realisation that someone else was experiencing that privilege grated on him.

“I don’t like him.” Omega’s voice snapped Hunter from his spiralling thoughts, and he glanced down to see her standing at his side, her own eyes watching you and the unfamiliar man dance.

“Hm, neither do I.” Hunter comments, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you twirl again.

It was no secret to Omega how much you and Hunter loved one another, and she was getting tired of neither of you doing anything about it. “Then, why don’t you go dance with her?” She asked, injecting as much innocence into her voice as she could muster, wide eyes turning up to look at her brother.

Hunter sighed. Omega had a point – he could quickly end this torture.

“Mind if I cut in?” The smoky rasp of Hunter’s voice interrupted your dance, and you turned towards him, offering him a bright smile.

The smile Dax had been wearing dissipated, a faint clench to his jaw as he shook his head while the music changed to something softer. “Not at all.” He lied, taking his hands from you. His grandmother had told him about the man who’d interrupted, with half of his face shrouded in darkness, and had warned him that you were close. Not willing to go easily, Dax lifted one of your hands to his lips, holding your gaze as he pressed a kiss to the back of it before stepping away a small distance. He’d wait nearby for another turn.

Your bright smile turned a little uneasy as Dax pressed a kiss to your hand, but relief had your shoulders sagging as Hunter stepped forward, sliding one arm around your waist to pull you close, your hand resting on his shoulder. He took your other hand with his free one, fingers interlacing. “Thank you for the save.” You murmured gratefully, knowing that with his hearing, you didn’t need to raise your voice to be heard above the music.

“Always.” Hunter’s answer leaves no room for doubt as he gently leads, moving you both in a slow sway. He can’t help but revel in your closeness. Every touch, every brush of your hand against his, feels electrifying, making his heart race with desire. Your warm body is pressed to his, his senses overwhelmed with you.

Warmth and security flood your body with the press of Hunter’s hand on your lower back, igniting a desire to be even closer. The rest of the galaxy can’t reach you here, tucked safely in his arms, and for a moment, you allow yourself to forget about everything that’s happened over the last four years – all the pain and bloodshed, all the horrors and tears. Through it all, Hunter has been a steady presence.

As you sift through the good memories, certain moments stand out. There was that day at the lake on Kintan, where the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The two of you had sat side by side, another successful mission under your belt, your laughter dancing in the air. You remember stealing glances at him, the way the sunlight had caught in his eyes, adding more warmth than you thought possible to those endless pools of brown.

Then there were the late-night conversations while you were deep in hyperspace, where you’d lose track of time, sharing dreams, fears, and secrets. Hunter’s voice, soft yet determined, painted a vivid picture of what he wanted from life after the war.

You could only hope those wants had changed.

Hunter drew his senses in, letting the crowd in the plaza fade into the background as he focused on you, the steadiness of your heartbeat, the feel of your hand in his and your bodies pressed together, and the subtle change to your scent. “You smell different.” He comments, curious eyes finding yours.

“If anyone else said that to me, I’d stomp on their foot.” You laugh, a little caught off guard by the statement. “I…” You trail off, the warmth that had faded from your cheeks now returning. “I stopped wearing perfume while knee-deep in the war, but now we’re out the other side of it. I thought I might try it again.” You admit, head dipping bashfully, before worry laces through you. “Is it too much? I aimed for something I hoped wouldn’t bother you and your senses.”

Lips parting at your answer, Hunter blinks with disbelief. Here you were in a sweet little dress, one of his bandanas keeping your hair up, and now you’d dropped on him that you were wearing a perfume picked out with his heightened senses in mind. He groans, desire churning through his veins. “Are you trying to turn me on, or are you really just that oblivious?” 

Freezing, you think for a moment that you’ve misheard him. “What?” You question softly.

Hunter realises his mistake, but it’s too damn late to take the words back. 

In the following pause, neither of you moving, simply staring at one another, Dax spots his opportunity and steps forward. “Can I cut back in?”

Hunter has to actively stop himself from grunting in frustration at the interruption. “We’re not done.” He tells him politely, making sure to keep his eyes on you. He knows he has to say something to you. “Cyar’ika, I…”

Dax huffs, finding it unfair that this man had swooped in and stolen you mid-dance and refused to let him back in. “Look, bud-“

Something snaps in Hunter, and his head whips to the side, eyes narrowing at the man you’d been dancing with. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help the Maker…” He growls out the threat, no longer caring that he’s being rude. This was too important. You were too important.

Your jaw drops, and you watch in disbelief as Hunter threatens Dax. Your heart races, and for a moment, the tension in the air is palpable. Dax, a bit taken aback by Hunter’s sudden intensity, raises his hands in a placating gesture.

“Whoa, whoa, man.” Dax stammers, realising he’s pushed Hunter’s patience to the limit. He steps back, allowing some space between him and the seething clone.

Hunter takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, regaining his composure. He turns back to you, his eyes softening as he tries to find the right words. "Cyar'ika, I'm sorry. It’s just... I need to talk to you.”

Your heart still races, but now it’s not just from the tension between the two men. You look into Hunter’s eyes searchingly. “What is it?” you ask, your voice filled with concern.

Keeping hold of your hand, Hunter leads you away from the crowd, finding a quiet corner of the plaza where you can talk in peace. The silence lingers for a few minutes as he struggles to find the right words, scrubbing his free hand over his face, having never anticipated this moment would come. 

Unable to bear seeing him so stressed, you step closer, resting a hand against his chest. His heart thuds heavy under your palm. “H…” You breathe the little nickname you’d given him shortly after joining them all those years ago, which breaks him out of his funk. 

“You’re a kaleidoscope of everything beautiful in this galaxy.” He blurts out, catching you off guard. “Your kindness, the way you listen, how you look after everyone around you — you’ve had me captivated since the day you waltzed onto the Marauder like you owned the damn thing and introduced yourself. And now, it’s terrifying to think of my life without you in it.” Once the words start, he can’t stop them.

“And I know we’ve been friends for years, and I value that more than anything in the galaxy. But seeing him dance with you and thinking of him doing it again…” Hunter huffs, trying desperately not to get worked up. “I mean, cyar’ika, the colour…” He gestures to your dress with his free hand. “And you’re using my bandana to keep your hair up, and you picked out a perfume with me in mind...” He trails off, knowing he’s shared so much that he can’t return from it, but Maker does it feel good to get the weight off his shoulders.

A small smile weaves onto your lips, even though you know you shouldn’t be happy, given the man you love is clearly stressed. “What if I told you none of it was accidental?” You murmur, your hand on his chest smoothing across the firm plane of muscle. “That you didn’t misplace your right pauldron the other week – I borrowed it to colour match. And I purposefully asked Omega to use your bandana earlier when she was tying up my hair.” You confess, eyes darting up to watch as surprise paints itself on his handsome features.

“You know, I’ve spent countless nights replaying moments in my head, wondering if you ever picked up on how my heart races when you’re near or how I can’t keep my eyes off you when we’re together. I didn’t want to make things awkward or ask for something neither of us could give in the middle of a war. But we’ve made it out the other side, so…” It’s your turn to trail off.

Your words hung in the air, and Hunter’s heart began to race, his body swirling with so many emotions it was difficult to grasp onto any of them. A rush of warmth surged through him, from the tips of his fingers to the depths of his soul. Gazing into your eyes, all he finds is pure, unwavering honesty. Your sincerity was a balm to his fears.

Hunter’s silence unnerves you, but you’re not backing out now. Not when the promise of something so much sweeter is tantalisingly close. “Say you want me, and I’m yours.” You whisper.

Hunter’s gaze never wavers from yours, and a flicker of relief crosses his eyes as he realises that this isn’t a cruel joke or an illusion. It’s real. The tension between you seems to crackle with anticipation as he takes a deep breath, finally finding the words he’s been searching for. “I’ve wanted you since the day you walked onto the Marauder.” He admits softly, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. “I’ve tried to be strong, to protect you and the rest of the squad, to not let my feelings get the better of me. But I can’t deny it any longer. I want you with every beat of my heart, every breath I take.”

His confession sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the intensity of his desire in the way he holds you and the way he looks at you. There’s no turning back now.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Hunter leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The world around you fades into obscurity, and it’s just the two of you finally giving in to the magnetic pull that has existed between you for so long. The kiss is a promise, a declaration of all the unspoken feelings and desires built up over the years.

As your lips parted, Hunter rested his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged with emotion. “I want you, and I’m yours.” He whispers, his voice filled with love and longing.

A radiant smile spreads across your face, and you reply, “I’m yours too, Hunter. Always.”

His smile matches your own as he pulls back a little, though his fingers remain on your face, now stroking across your jawline. “Want to get out of here?”

Teeth sinking into your lower lip, you nod. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Hunter’s eyes twinkle with excitement and relief as he takes your hand and leads you away from the plaza, slipping down side streets towards your home. As you walk hand in hand, you can feel the electric connection between you two, a spark that has finally ignited into a full-blown flame.

Halfway there, Hunter pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your waist as he tucks you against the side of a building, his lips finding yours. His kisses are hungry, filled with longing and desire, as if he’s been waiting forever for this moment. And in truth, he feels like he has.

As the kiss breaks, your laughter echoes in the stillness of the night, smile as bright as the stars above as he disentangles from you, drawing you out of the shadows and back towards the house. As you reach the front door, he stops, his free hand moving to your hair, plucking the flower from Dax free. Carelessly, he drops it to the floor.

“Hunter!” You exclaim, watching the delicate bloom hit the pebbled path beneath your feet.

Something dark shines in his eyes, sending a thrill through you. “The only things in your hair should be my bandana,” his hand reaches for your ponytail, giving it a gentle tug as he leans in, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Or my hands.”

Breath catching, Hunter’s lips meet yours for a passionate kiss. The front door is pushed open, and you’re guided inside, steady hands grasping at your hips as he kicks the door shut behind you both.

Heart thudding as both of Hunter’s hands cup your face; you sink into his touch as his tongue slides between your lips, tasting you. He leads you up the stairs, refusing to break the kiss for even a moment as you reach his room. One hand leaves your face to push the bedroom door shut, and a moment later, you’re pressed up against it, Hunter’s body pining you in place, an arm resting on the door above your head, caging you in. That earlier sense of safety creeps back through you.

Tearing his lips from yours, Hunter’s chest heaves with each breath, a fire licking its way through his veins as you both open your eyes, gazing at one another for a split second. His head dips, mouth leaving a trail of delicate kisses along your throat, groaning as you tilt to give him better access, the prettiest moan sliding from your lips as he laves a kiss to the juncture where your shoulder and neck meet, following it with a quick, gentle nip.

Knees shaking, your fingers find the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one until you can push the fabric off his body. The rough pads of his fingers drag across your bare thighs, breath stuttering as the hem of your dress meets his grasp. He breaks contact just long enough to lean back and lift the garment over your head, letting it fall to the floor.

“Fuck…” Hunter curses quietly, eyes roving over your exposed body, the curves and dips of your frame, the swell of your bare breasts. A needy groan escapes him as he realises your panties match the dress, too.

Before self-consciousness can creep in, he’s dragging you to the bed with a hungry kiss, pushing you back onto it, kiss breaking as your back meets the soft mattress. For a moment, you both pause, drinking the other in. There’s a wildness in Hunter’s eyes you’ve never seen before, a warmth in your cheeks at how his eyes devour you. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times – while sparring or coming out of the fresher, changing, or patching up wounds, but now you can look.

His broad shoulders taper to his narrow waist, and his tanned, toned skin begs to be touched. Half of him is shrouded in black ink, and a burning desire to drag your nails over the ridges of his abs has you licking your lips.

Hunter’s not faring much better, either. The sight of you sprawled on his bed in nothing but a scrap of aqua fabric, lips kiss-swollen, his bandana still in your hair, and your gorgeous tits exposed has him itching to fuck you on every surface, to fill the room with the scent of your arousal and make you scream his name over and over again. “Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.” Hunter breaks the momentary silence, reaching down to palm himself through his pants.

The action draws your gaze downwards, and you watch delightfully as the man you love gives himself a stroke through the fabric.

Hunter’s nostrils flare, picking up on how the simple action drew more of your heady scent from between your thighs. At the foot of the bed, he slowly sinks down onto his knees, eyes never once leaving you. If you smell that delicious, he can only imagine how you’ll taste.

Propped up on your forearms, you watch as Hunter sinks down between your thighs, those warm brown eyes focused solely on you. Fingers skim up your calves, feather-light, gently pressing your legs wider as they reach your knees. His head turns inwards, gazes breaking as he presses soft kisses to your thighs, tongue leaving small, slow licks in their wake. He takes his time savouring you, savouring the moment.

Lips brush across the juncture between your thigh and hip, sucking small marks against your skin before Hunter buries his face against your clothed pussy, eyes shut as he presses his nose against your clit, inhaling deeply. Your scent pulls a low growl from him, the vibrations making you gasp. “So wet already. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” Hunter vows, tongue pressing forward to lick across the damp fabric of your panties, making your breath stutter at the contact as your head thunks back down onto the mattress, eyes screwing shut.

Fingers prying the material down your legs, Hunter dives back between your thighs, dragging the flat of his tongue through your soaked folds, delighting in the way your hips buck and you cry out. He was right; you taste even more delicious than you smell, and he groans at your tang on his tongue.

Drawing your legs over his shoulders, he settles in, licking long, broad strokes across your pussy, familiarising himself with you. His senses home in on you, mind cataloguing every slight noise you make, every jerk of your hips, the way your breath quickens when his tongue skirts oh so close to your entrance and then circles around your clit.

Needy little whines escape you, every nerve in your body alight as Hunter teases you, lips and tongue exploring you, his nose bumping against your clit to send sparks of desire surging through you. Warmth pools in your belly, and it only grows as the wet warmth of his tongue presses against your entrance, dipping in. “Hunter…” You moan out his name, fingers burrowing into his hair as you cant your hips, grinding against his face.

Pride blooms in Hunter’s chest at your response, and he keeps going a little longer before he flicks his tongue up and across your clit, the sounds of your cries of delight like music to his ears. Hands grasping at your thighs, he presses your legs up, almost folding you in half as his tongue sweeps side to side, teasing his way back down your pussy as he has greater access.

The change in angle makes you moan, free hand clawing at the sheets while your hips rock, chasing the delight of his mouth. A light suck on your clit makes you gasp, the warmth in your belly building with every swipe of his talented tongue. Dragging his tongue around the edge of your folds, he draws an arch, skirting around the top of your clit again. “Hunter, please.” You crack, desperate for him.

You feel him smile against you, releasing one of your thighs, fingers roaming up your body until his tattooed hand gently squeezes one of your breasts. His mouth is relentless, tongue finding your clit, firmly moving side to side over the sensitive bud as those talented fingers of his tweak your pebbled nipple.

The warmth crescendos, spilling over, and you cry out his name as your release slams into you, making your body shudder, gasping for breath at its intensity.

Hunter works you through the high, and as you whine at the overstimulation, his mouth leaves you, fingers letting go of your nipple to smooth over the soft skin of your breast. “Beautiful.” He whispers reverently, tongue darting out to lick his lips and drink up the taste of you as he watches you come down from the high, your heavy-lidded eyes opening to meet his gaze.

With your hand in his hair, you guide him up your body, small hums of delight leaving you as he peppers kisses across your stomach and chest, laving little licks across your breasts as he drags you further up the bed. He breaks away for a second, using one hand to remove his belt and shuck off his pants.

You watch as he strips completely, acres of tanned skin finally revealed. As he ditches his boxers, his hard cock springs free, and your tongue darts out to wet your lips, thighs parting a little wider. You relish the low groan the action pulls from him before he takes himself in hand, fist sliding along his shaft for a few pumps. He’s average in length but thicker than you expected - anticipation coils through you.

He prowls up the bed, settling above you, letting a little of his weight rest against you. Dark eyes meet yours, and you can’t hold back your smile, fingers reaching up to trace along his face. Drawing his head down, you steal a kiss, letting the moment build as your eyes flutter shut, tongues brushing together. Hunter shifts above you, resting his weight on one hand while the other dips between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his cock as he teases the velvety head through your soaked folds. Achingly slowly, he presses forward, your lips parting as you let out a soft moan at the stretch as he eases into you inch by inch.

“That’s it, cyar’ika. Maker, you’re so pretty, taking all of me like a good girl.” He whispers against your lips, enjoying how your breathing changes and your heart races at his words. You feel like heaven as he bottoms out, hips flush against you, chests pressed together as his hand moves back to the side of your head, redistributing his weight.

The stretch as Hunter fills you is exquisite, and your eyes open to gaze up at him in awe that this is happening – that this incredible man is yours. The first slow roll of his hips has your head tilting backwards, a breathy sigh filling the room.

The pace builds, your hands reaching for him, dragging up his back and down his flanks, nails scraping along flushed skin, making him grunt at the combination of pleasure and pain. Desire coils through you, building with every thrust of his hips, every drag of his cock as he pulls out to the tip and pushes back in. He leans down to kiss you, demanding tongue sliding between your lips to taste you.

“You’re so good for me, so fucking good around me. Made for me.” Hunter growls and the sound of your bodies meeting creates a background of white noise. “Won’t last long, baby. You feel too good. Fucking dreamed of this.” He adds, supporting his weight with one hand again, thrusts never faltering as he reaches down to grasp one of your legs, hauling it up. He presses a kiss to your ankle before he pushes your leg towards your chest, the change in angle enabling him to thrust into you even deeper.

Eyes falling shut once again as he drives you closer to the edge, you whine and whimper as his cock repeatedly rubs against your g-spot. The hand he’d used to pry your leg up moves to your breast, fingers tweaking your pebbled nipple again before he gently squeezes. Your name falls from his lips, raspy alongside his command. “Come for me.”

Between his hands, cock, and voice, you’re powerless to resist. Fingers scrambling at his body for purchase, your back arches as you cry out his name, desire bubbling over into a rush of euphoria that sweeps through your body and momentarily renders you speechless. Tremors wrack through you, toes curling as you desperately pant for breath, hazy eyes opening to look up at him.

Feeling you come apart, watching you fall into pleasure beneath him, was more than Hunter could’ve ever asked for. You were beautiful every day, but lost in the throes of an orgasm he’d given you? You were divine. He could feel the pressure building, feel himself teetering on that edge.

“Where?” The roughness of Hunter’s voice caresses you, warm puffs of his breath tickling your ear from where he’s bent down to bring you both even closer, caging you under him as his thrusts grow sloppy, muscles taut under your hands.

“In me, please.” You whisper back, and the deep moan he lets out will forever be seared into your mind.

Hunter gives a few final thrusts before he presses in as deep as he can, a guttural sound leaving him as his eyes screwed shut, thighs shaking as he hits his own peak, the pressure evaporating into molten bliss as he gives you everything. Slowly, the pleasure pulls back, like the tide, and he swallows thickly as his eyes open, breath catching at the sight of you.

You’re gazing up at him like he hung all the stars in the galaxy, indescribable love woven through your features. Carefully, he lowers your raised leg, fingers rubbing to return some of the feeling as his lips meet yours with a tenderness that could only come from years of shared moments, mouths moving in perfect harmony, a slow, sensuous exploration of one another.

Hand sliding to your waist, Hunter holds you still as he gently eases himself out of you, shifting to lay on his side, drawing you against his chest.

You nestle into his embrace. Your fingers trace the contours of his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. The years of laughter and tears, the countless shared experiences, and the trust built over time have all culminated in this moment.

Hunter presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, and you can feel the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. He draws lazy circles on your back, a comforting motion that brings you a sense of security and belonging.

With your bodies pressed together, you both revel in the aftermath of your lovemaking. The room is filled with a peaceful stillness, and you listen to the soft melody of your combined breaths, knowing that this love is the anchor that holds you both steady in a still-turbulent galaxy.

[rivendellwatch]

🌙✨ Happy 18th of May, my cozy legends! ✨🌙

It’s here — the last official day of Cozy Cuddle Week! 🥺💞 I can’t believe we’ve already reached the end of this wonderfully soft, hilarious, warm and wacky little journey!!! From chaotic campfires to sleepy snuggles, you’ve all brought so much joy, creativity, and wholesome mischief into the event, and I couldn’t be more grateful!!!💛

Whether you submitted one fic or ten, sketched snuggly silliness, reblogged with love, or just vibed in the fluff zone — thank you. Truly. This fandom has been through a lot lately, and this week has felt like a collective deep breath, a warm blanket, and a reminder that softness matters — and that it thrives when we build it together!!🧸

I’ll be officially doing the Tumblr event closing speech tonight — cue the soft lute music and gentle fade-out from Lindir— BUT!

📌 The AO3 collection will remain open until Tuesday, the 20th of May! (same for tumblr! If you prefer posting here, you have until the 20th of May too, don't worry!! I'll do the recap with everyone on the 20th after the closing!!)

Please don’t rush yourselves — if you’re polishing your last chapter, waiting for a beta, or just had a wild week and need more time (that is a mood-), you can absolutely still post!!!!

And if you need a tiny extension beyond Tuesday, just send me a DM here or over at @maul-of-shame— I’m happy to accommodate, because the goal is cozy joy, not deadlines and stress 🐌💕

I’ll continue reblogging, adding works to the collection, and catching up over the next few days too — if I haven’t reached you yet, don’t worry, I promise I will! (I’ve got my blanket, tea, and a queue tab open, ready to go 😌📚)

Cozy Cuddle Week Rules!!!

Allowed Ratings:

— G and T only (no M or E for this one!)

— Nothing NSFW or explicit please, we’re keeping it soft, safe, and fluffy ✨

Tags & Warnings: Please tag any potential mild angst or emotional intensity clearly, especially if there’s a dip before the fluff kicks in.

Allowed content:

— Canonverse, modern AU, fluff, found family, friendships, cuddly romance, cozy domestic vibes, anything you want!!

— Angst is allowed but must end in comfort/happiness

— Actor x reader/character is welcome as long as it's respectful (no parasocial dynamics please or anything encouraging stalking, bullying, doxxing etc💕)

Not Allowed:

— No violence, death, SA, trauma focus, graphic content, or bullying in or around the event

— This is a fluff-first event, for safe cozy creativity 🫶

To Be Accepted:

— Tag this blog aka @rivendellwatch on your Tumblr post so I can find you!

— If you prefer privacy, DM me directly on there!

— I won’t accept AO3-only entries from people who aren’t connected on tumblr or who are currently blocked on there (you can read more about that on tumblr, in the cozy cuddle week starter post if you missed it)

🖇️ AO3 COLLECTION IS NOW LIVE!!

You can start posting right away!✨ Here's the AO3 collection:

🔗 Cozy Cuddles Week 2025 (TROP & LOTR)

(If you run into any issues, please don’t hesitate to send me a raven—or, well, a DM! 🕊️✨ I’ll do my best to review and accept your work as swiftly as possible. But do keep in mind I’m the only elf scribbling through the submissions scrolls—consider me your very own Lindir, poring over every tale to make sure it fits the gentle, fluffy spirit of the event! 🍵🧡 Thank you for your patience and your cozy creations!)

🎡 WHEELS GALORE!

Feeling indecisive? Want to add a little randomness to your fluff? I've got you covered! Here are the wheels I’ve prepared:

🧙‍♀️ Character Wheel – for those “who should I write about?” moments!! ! Here is the link for the character wheel!!

🧸 Soft Prompts Wheel – found family, soulmates, platonic softness, parental fluff? Spin away! Here is the link for mini prompts wheel!!!

🪄 Cute Word to Include Wheel – a sprinkle of sweetness to challenge your muse! Here is the link for the cute word wheel!!

Need inspiration? Here's a prompt list!!! You’re welcome to pick freely, mix, remix, or spin the wheels to generate something fun!!

These prompts are optional—just here to help spark ideas and joy!!!✨

1./ "You’re cold. Get over here." – One character dramatically refuses to admit they’re freezing, until they’re forcibly tucked under a blanket by someone exasperated but fond.

2./ Sleepy Pile™ – Too many people, one couch, and an accidental nap that turns into a dogpile of limbs and warmth.

3./ “I made us a blanket fort.” – Bonus points if it's barely holding itself up and someone absolutely bumps it down mid-cuddle.

4./ "Did you just use me as a pillow?" – Yes. Yes, they did. And now you’re not allowed to move.

5./ Tired warrior cuddles – After a long day, someone just drops their armor/weapons/cloak and flops into someone else's arms with a dramatic sigh.

6./ “You smell like home.” – Said into someone’s shoulder, half-asleep, maybe a little too honest.

7./ Rainy day cuddle sesh – Thunder in the distance, tea on the table, and one character who pretends not to like cuddles but is clearly loving it.

8./ “I’m the big spoon tonight.” – Cue struggling to wrap around a much taller partner or friend with pure stubborn determination.

9./ "You're snoring on me." – Soft complaint, but they don’t actually want the other person to move.

10./ Platonic cuddling champion – The one in the group who always ends up with someone asleep on them, whether they asked for it or not.

11./ Nightmare comfort cuddle – Someone wakes up panicked and is gently (or firmly) pulled back into a hug and told they’re safe now.

12./ “You brought a hot water bottle?” “No, I am the hot water bottle.” – Human furnace character doing their civic duty.

13./ Grumpy x Sunshine cuddle combo – One grumbles the whole time, the other is absolutely snuggled in like a sleepy cat. Guess which is which.

14./ "I can't fall asleep unless you're right here." – Bonus if the other person is flustered by this sudden revelation.

15./ Post-battle cuddle huddle – Everyone survived, emotions are high, someone starts crying into someone else's arms and then it's just a tangle of quiet relief and holding each other.

🧶✨ May 18th Daily Prompts ✨🧶 (aka chaos, sweetness, and one too many shared sweaters)

“There was only one bed, and now it’s full of snacks, cats, and you.” A sleepover turns into a soft chaos nest. Bonus if someone brings way too many plushies or insists on watching comfort movies till 4am.

Cursed by a cuddle-hungry magical creature. Now they must cuddle at least once a day or suffer mild inconveniences (like sneezing glitter or forgetting where their socks are). Hilarity and warmth ensue.

Shared hoodie? No. It’s a Shared Cloak of Warmth™. One of them is always cold. The other is very large. Together, they become a wearable burrito. (Bonus: it’s magically heated. Double bonus: it purrs.)

Caught in a magical storm and stuck in a treehouse/cabin/burrow. Nothing to do but drink tea, tell stories, and pretend they’re not already cuddling under seventeen blankets. ✨

Someone rescues a very ugly, very grumpy stray creature. Turns out, it has a soft side — and it’s obsessed with the other character. Chaos pet adoption fluff! (Warg? Dragonlet? Demon raccoon?? Dealer’s choice.)

🎀✨ CUDDLE WEEK: BANNER TIME, BESTIES ✨🎀

Since a bunch of you absolute sweethearts said you loved the banners during Fluff Week (which genuinely made me kick my feet like a lil hobbit receiving second breakfast 🥹), I’m very happy to say—they’re back!!💖

Below you’ll find the banners for Cozy Cuddle Week, freshly made with love, glitter, and exactly 17.5 mugs of hot tea ☕ (the .5 was spilled during a minor wheel-making incident, don’t ask). Feel free to add them to your posts, AO3 links, promo blurbs, your secret love letters to your OTP—go wild, cuddlebugs!! 🧸💌

If you're feeling fluffy, here is a bingo card with prompts!!

Thank you for all the kind messages, gorgeous fics, adorable art, and overall cozy adorable goblin gremlin energy. This event has been like wrapping myself in a big fandom group hug — and I hope it felt the same for you!!!

Please tag me in anything you post, whether it’s today or later, and keep the cozy spirit alive! You’re all gems. Soft, snuggly, slightly unhinged gems. And I adore you.

With all the affection of a well-fed hobbit under three blankets, 💛🧡 Your very tired, very soft mod

[spotsandsocks]

✨ 2023 writing round-up ✨

Tagged by (and I might have missed some people sorry) @exhuastedpigeon @jamespearce9-1-1 @heartshapedvows @thekristen999 @jesuisici33 @daffi-990 @hippolotamus @wikiangela

Links to all 23 fics I’ve written which I’ve just realised coincidentally matches the year maybe I shouldn’t work on that Christmas fic after all 🤔 All under the cut cos that’s quite a few and your dash does not need to be bothered by that! 😆😆 I will forget to tag someone I know it, so if I do I didn’t really and you’re tagged too cos you’re wonderful

💕💜💕Thank you to each and everyone of you who talks to me, tags me, supports and encourages me, reblogs and likes. Sends asks and questions and prompts and love in my direction. Thank you for sharing your time, talents , your words and creative skills with us all. You make my days brighter and more fun. I adore you all and wish you all a happy kind and peaceful 2024. 💕💜💕

January

Home Wanted 6k established Buddie new pet based shenanigans 🐀🐁🐀

Could Have Should Have Would Have 3k my biggest hit this year angsty then sweet

Who You Gonna Call? 9k Eddie calls Buck and works out how he feels

February

This Must Be Love 5.7k fluffy valentines fic featuring pea puns 🫛

March

Just another minute 1.2k 6x10 spec

No Place 8.4k coma!buck spec fic with a few similarities to what we got actually

It's Such A Feeling 1.8k couldn’t remember but apparently hand appreciation fic that gets smutty 😉

April

Date Night 2k I got stuck on bus for almost 3 hours and this happened - surprisingly popular considering I had no plans to write it until traffic hit!

The Answer I Needed 2.4k Buck is always there for Eddie 5plus 1 across time till love strikes

Always There 1.6k Tía Pepa sees all at Christopher’s birthday party

May

Everything But (temptation) 4.7 5plus 1 of Eddie being a flirty tease and driving Buck crazy

Worth the wait5.7 same fic but from Buck’s perspective

July

Good Knight Sweet Prince 167,316k ahh my best beloved started in 2023 and finished this year. I adored writing and sharing this what turned out to be epic length fantasy au. Knights princes dragons thwarted love and a happy ending what can I say if that’s your thing give it a go.

Let me stay by your fire (for nothing warms me like you do)4.5k couldn’t let go of mediaeval theme so knight Buck this time coming home to his blacksmith friend Eddie. Oh and bees. 🐝

August

Something Worth Staying For 21k an enemies to lover (although not really enemies) small town newspaper au where Buck turns up and Eddie hates him until he doesn’t. Featuring my real life computer disaster 😆

Tied To You From The Start 13.4k a challenge I took on and did rather well if I say so myself 😆😆 paranormal mysterious shenanigans. Buck in peril and on the run Eddie trying to save him from his own self sacraments and hot sex.

September

The Comfort of Your Hands 2.9k inspired by an anon talking about Eddie running fingers through Bucks hair. No plans for this one it just happened and again was well received. Maybe I should stop planning fics and just see what happens.

October

The Price of Love (is high) 7.7k autumnangstfest drama. I put them both through it. All past traumas coming back to cause trouble.

Your heart or mine? Yours every time 3.6k a hungry vampire!Buck and Eddie get stuck in a lift … things occur

November

100 word fics added a short fic to this little collection i actually love doing these. It’s a great challenge

Only one answer 590 couldn’t remember.. had a look and went oh yeah that was cute. Proposal fic in under 600 words

In my defence I was left unsupervised 1.3k Buck gets bored with sissors Eddie likes the results … who could resist buzz but Buck… not Eddie it seems

Nov/Dec

The Lost and The Found wip 5/10 48k this was not meant to be this long but guess what.. got carried away and plot is plotting and demands around 100,000 at least in the end I suspect. 5 chapters out number 6and 7 before Christmas this counts as 2023 doesn’t it? Come join me for the ride

@daffi-990 @shortsighted-owl @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus @loserdiaz @the-likesofus @stagefoureddiediaz @yelenasbuddie @hoodie-buck @buddierights @bekkachaos @thekristen999 @ronordmann @caroandcats @spaceprincessem @disasterbuckdiaz @heartshapedvows @underwater-ninja-13 @wildlife4life @wikiangela @thewolvesof1998 @exhuastedpigeon @weewootruck @giddyupbuck @housewifebuck @honestlydarkprincess @pirrusstuff @elvensorceress @jesuisici33 @eddiebabygirldiaz @jamespearce9-1-1 @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @wh0re-behavi0r @princessfbi @jacksadventuresinwriting @ci5mates @katries @megsvstheworld @like-the-rest-of-la

[two-reflections]

Visions in the Blood

[Summary: In the ruins of war, a selfless offer of blood and a holy vision of their primarchs forges a deep bond between two members of the Deathwatch, Techmarine Adathan and Apothecary Julen.]

[Rating: M, M/M, Oneshot.]

[Tags: Blood Drinking, Visions, Suggestive Themes, Comfort, Light Masochism, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Battlefield, Ambiguous Relationships.]

AO3 is back!!! Their scheduled downtime finished early!

And with it... This was written for Marine Meat Monday, a weekly challenge by @tagedeszorns, following the prompt “Blood Angel weirdness”. Adding Imperial Fist weirdness was my own contribution. Thanks to @squishyowl for the dividers!

I'm considering writing a smuttier followup to this one, so please let me know if that's something you'd be interested in. ✨

[merlinmicrofic]

July Masterlist

Another round comes to a close with 13 amazing fills - thank you so much, as always, for your participation and support of our writers!

While we are here, I would also like to give a shoutout to the fact that the AO3 Collection has crossed 100 fics a while ago! If you have not yet added yours but would like to, or just want to sift through the fics of past rounds, you can find it here.

Now without further ado, this round's fills beneath the cut <3

Drabble Challenge Winner! ✨

Before the Dawn by @enchanted-blade

[Prompt: Home | Balinor/Hunith | G/A]

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The Witch Hovel by @twistedshipper

[Prompt: Home | Arthur & Morgana | Not Rated | Chose Not to Warn]

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Prompt: Desperate Measures

Desperate Measures by @true--north

[Arthur & Morgana | Not Rated | 253w]

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Prompt: "You Wouldn't."

Forget-Me-Not by @twistedshipper

[Gwen/Morgana | Not Rated | 497w]

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lacuna by @bumblebearr

[Various | T+ | MCD | 350w]

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No Rest for the Peaceful by @classics-n-comedy

[Arthur/Merlin | G/A | 445w]

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"You Wouldn't" by @the-king-and-the-druidess

[Gwen & Morgana | Not Rated | MCD | 277w]

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a lesson in punctuality by @imagine-dragonlords

[Arthur & Merlin | G/A | 499w]

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Feinting by @thefollow-spot

[Arthur & Morgana | G/A | 500w]

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Prompt: Home

Home by @vicstar95

[Arthur & Merlin | G/A | 500w]

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They Call To Be Heard, They Curse My Return by @thefollow-spot

[Hunith & Merlin | G/A | MCD | 500w]

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Going Home by @salamandair

[Arthur/Merlin | G/A | 235w]

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Other

A heavy soul, a hopeful man by @liviapeleia

[Prompts: All | Arthur & Merlin | G/A | MCD | 300w]

[xxmissarichanxx]

✨XMACX Monthly✨November 2024

Happy November! Fall should be in full swing! Leaves should be turning red, orange, and yellow. Pumpkin spice should be filling up stores and lattes everywhere… For us in Hawaii, that means it starts to get less humid and a little more cool. And… that’s about it.

You can read the update on XXMISSARICHANXX.com or under the cut below!

What’s Happening in November?

I’m picking up where I left off in Froot Basket White’s development! That means continuing to draw the remaining artwork, adding the final voiced lines, and continuing to work with the composer for some music tracks! I’ll lay it out more below.

November is also the month where Americans celebrate Thanksgiving! So near the end of the month, I’ll be enjoying some family time!

As for December’s Cover Model… the polls will drop on Instagram and Twitter/X on November 8! Unlike previous months, I’d like December to be centered around family, so the candidates will be pairs of family members. Here they are!

A) Masa & Greyson Takeshiro B) Satoru & Kugo Jonoji C) Kiki & Mae Tsukimoto D) Kou & Kagami Kusanagi

The theme will, of course, be festive for the holidays! I haven’t done a gingerbread look before, so I’m leaning toward doing something with that prompt. But depending on which family wins, we’ll see what I feel works best for them.

Other than that, I wanted to share my OOTDs from my trip (the goal was to wear pink every day) and some of lil Kai’s OOTDs!

VN Dev | Froot Basket White

There are a few scenes I’d like to have CGs for in Sutoro’s route: the romantic ones (of course) and the other endings. I also should get started on promotional artwork. For the promos, I want to have each of the love interests dressed in white and holding a bouquet of flowers. I’m gonna take some queues from some kpop idols hehehe…

Anyway, I’d like to take my time with the art. I want to produce nice and fun artwork and I want to have fun doing it! The last few months, I was struggling trying to figure out how to frame and structure the CGs. Since I haven’t touched the art for the game in a while, I’m still struggling with this aspect.

The good thing is Sutoro’s Route is nearly complete. I am, however, planning to release it next year. I’d like to build up more of a buffer before I release his episode so you won’t wait too long for the next few episodes. That means, I’d like to have the bulk of Beau’s episode mostly finished too so I can release it relatively close to Sutoro’s.

Cover Story | Pumpkin Spicy Monty

Monty is one of Kaimana’s family dogs, a Siberian husky to be exact! He’s old and was the first dog his parents welcomed into their home after Kai was born.

I turned him semi-human for a cute little game I was making for Otome Jam last year called I Turned My BFF’s Dogs Human! but unfortunately, I didn’t finish it in time. I’m painfully aware of how often I say “I hope to work on,” or “I can’t wait to work on” a project. I will again say that of this project. I hope to work on this project again soon! I at least am thankful I’m not short on ideas or projects to pick up when I finish others…

Other News…

Japan Look Book!

I thought it’d be fun to share my outfits during my trip! I challenged myself to wear pink every day! I’m sharing the thread of my outfits that I tweeted rather than slapping a gallery here. I’m, uh, trying to save some space on this site hahaha…

I tried to pack as few clothes as possible, so I reused some shirts, skirts, and shorts and mixed-and-matched them for different looks. This meant we eventually had to do laundry in the middle of our trip. This ended up being a disaster.

We had the brilliant idea to do laundry the day before we planned to travel from Tokyo to Osaka. Not only was the dryer not drying the thick outerwear and jeans, but the tiny laundry room was extremely humid likely contributing to the dryer not drying our thick outerwear and jeans. Oopsie. We ended up throwing our hands up in the air and deciding that getting some sleep for our 530AM local train ride to the Shinkansen station was more important than trying to get the laundry done.

Thankfully, we got at least 5 hours of sleep and made it to our train in time. But we ended up redoing our laundry and air-drying our clothes at our next location.

Lil Kaimana’s Look Book!

I also brought my lil guy around with me and he had some fun lil outfits as well~ This thread is from Bluesky rather than Twitter because I’d like y’all to know I’ll be posting to both spaces. Give me a follow there too!

Anyway, even though Japan is a place where it’s normalized to carry around your lil guys and take photos with and of them, I still felt a little shy pulling him out and snapping these pics. I’d like to be more comfortable sharing him with everyone, and I’m thankful my friends and beloved Alex were patient with me when I tried to get some good angles with Kaimana. All in all, the experience of traveling with my lil guy was so fun!

I hope you enjoy these fun pics! We had a lot of fun on our trip and are already so excited to go again xDD

Next Month?

December is typically a month filled with lots of family and friends, so I’ll be enjoying quality time with people I love. I hope you will too! Also, there will be no poll for January 2025’s Cover Model next month. January is specially reserved for Kaimana because it’s his birth month!

Anyway, plan to enjoy your holidays! Don’t work too hard and take it easy!

I appreciate you! xxAri

[fayes-fics]

One-Word Drabble Challenge ✨Masterpost✨

Here are the one-word prompts I got via asks. This was an exercise I undertook one evening to kick start my writing brain.

Thanks for taking part in my little writing challenge!

Anything marked ❦ is a bit spicy. Anything with ⟳ is modern AU.

Plush Benedict

Enamoured/Captivated Anthony

Devoted ❦ Benedict

Sit Anthony

Photograph ❦ ⟳ Benedict

Precipice ❦ Anthony

Insecure/Dream Benedict

Ecstasy ❦ ⟳ Benedict [Bonus, added Thanksgiving]

[green-socks]

Got my @topguncommentbingo card done✨

Much like with any project ever, I got it halfway done super quick and then dragged my feet for the last three taking it way too seriously. But I made it!!! This was my first ever fan event and I had so much fun doing this! Some of the prompts really challenged me to go looking further, and then I added myself an extra challenge of only having each creator on there once (since I often binge read an author at a time, and wanted to broaden my horizons for this. Also tried to not make every square icemav).

Big thanks to the mods for hosting this awesome event!!❤️ If something like this happens again in the future, I'm there

Gonna put the card in list form under the cut for clarity's sake!

1. fic completed between Dec 2022 - Feb 2023

✅Fata Morgana by V_Evergreen

2. fic set during TGM canon

✅let's call it even by DrHarleyQuinzel

3. fic tagged Porn Without Plot

✅The Stars Align by thunderstormsablaze

4. fic set between the movies

✅don't ask, don't tell by mavernick

5. canon compliant fic

✅old dogs by vannral

6. fic tagged first time / getting together

✅I'm not that great at dancing (still you're leading me anyway) by quantumoddity

7. fic rated gen

✅you come back to me in dreams by fangirl6202

8. fanvid

✅icemav edit by polar-equinoxx https://www.tumblr.com/polar-equinoxx/726940347788312576/we-are-sad-today-tomorrow-who-knows?source=share

9. art rated gen / teen

✅Blue Cornflowers On My Sleeve by gilliontidestrider

10. song fic

✅Stay the Night by theinsouciantknitter

11. fic with fewer than 5 comments

✅Wide Open Skies Above Me by VarjoRuusu

12. fic less than 3k words

✅absence (makes the heart grow fonder) by Tsuru048

13. FREE CHOICE

✅Being Javy Machado by Aphroditedany

14. fic with a ship you haven't read

✅After Hours (no tie on the door) by gr00vyfruitbat

15. fic you already commented on

✅Just Like That, Everything Rearranges by X_MoonDrop_X

16. multichapter fic

✅You are my life, my pride, my joy by Neoptolemos

17. fic rated teen

✅You're the Most Colorful Thing That I've Seen by GaydineRoss

18. fic from a fandom event

✅Octopus Have Three Hearts by Katastrophe

19. fic completed in June 2022 or earlier

✅Turning and Returning by boasamishipper

20. oneshot

✅smoke signals by qin_ling

21. a 5+1 fic

✅Hidin' the truth, a perfect excuse by glitterfayy

22. fic completed between Sept - Nov 2022

✅Beyond Denial by aelibia

23. fic completed in June 2023 or later

✅The Best Man for the Job by twowritehands

24. fic you forgot to comment on

✅Pick me up when I'm down by Fuddlewuddle

25. fic set post TGM canon

✅I will love you, dear, forever by FlowersOnMyMind

[elixirfromthestars]

I’m gone. I’m so gone. I’ve been melted into a puddle of softness and fluffiness and it’s all because of your beautiful writing Mollie 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I need a moment because I’m genuinely overwhelmed in the best way on how sweet this was like 🥹💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Your Lumberjack Bucky has stolen my heart and I have so much to say so I’ll leave it under the cut 😌🫶🏼✨

First of all, I’m obsessed with the cover art like it’s so beautiful 🥺💖 you always choose the most aesthetically gorgeous pictures and it fits the fic so well like it’s stunning!! 🧡🧡

You write so vividly and paint the imagery of every scene so beautifully that I feel like I’m genuinely there. Like I can imagine everything in my mind and it’s the most wonderful thing!! 💖 I want to pinpoint all my favorite parts, but then I’d have to put the whole fic so I’l have to settle for picking a few 🤭❤️

The fact that he was so tired and yet all he could think about was making it home to his baby 🥺💗 And he’s the sweetest putting the necessity of others as a priority 🥺🥺 knowing they’d need the wood for the cold season 🪵🤎

The way he only thought of her all the way home. The wedding ring, the sunset, the nickname Bear I’m— 😭❤️❤️

You shifted the duvet to swaddle around his frame once he reached you, cocooning him in your accumulated warmth over the day. Feeling your bare skin against his after hours away from you was liberating, like he had ascended to heaven. Even after years of wedded bliss, Bucky still got tingles whenever the two of you touched.

You were pure magic wrapped in a bottle.

^ Pure magic wrapped in a bottle, EXCUSE ME 😭💗💗💗 It was already so cute how all he could do was admire his Dolly and want to be in her arms and now this??? 💞💞💞

I love how he found so much comfort from just hearing her talk about her day. Like all he needed was her touch and voice to take his exhaustion and turn it into comfort 🥺❤️

Because that was his goal in life. His vow to you in marriage. To make your life as easy and simple as possible. To bring you peace when the world threatened to dull your sparkle.

And boy was he satisfied to know he had achieved that.

^ I need Lumberjack Bucky to make my life simple and easy like are you kidding me he’s the sweetest!!! 😭💖 Vowing to make sure her sparkle stays. I CAN’T 🥹❤️❤️

The way you added the prompt in the end and wrapped it all up in the fluffiest cozy end with Dolly thanking Bucky for being the reason her heart beats 🥺💕💕

Mollie I don’t know what I’m going to do like I absolutely adore how you write Bucky and you always leave me so smitten with your portrayal of him 🥹💗💗

Thank you so much for joining my writing challenge, I feel so honored that mine was the first you’ve ever done 🥹💖 Also thank you for sharing with us this beautiful piece 🥹❤️ I already know I’m going to be obsessed (who am I kidding I’m already obsessed lol) with The Love In The Woods Collection, so be prepared to have me drop in and absolutely lose my mind at every part 😌💕💕💕

A Balm To The Heart

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: After a long day at the woodyard, Bucky finds peace in his best girl’s arms.

Warnings: Pure unfiltered fluff, like the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed, Bucky’s POV, driving while sleepy (don’t do it!!), pet names, established relationship, oh and did I mention fluff?

Author’s Note: Divider by @saradika-graphics. Proofread by @buckys-wintersoldier thank you so much my darling, you’re my rock 🧡 This is part of @elixirfromthestars cafe writing challenge!! Using the prompt 🍞 “I like hearing your heart beating when I put my head on your chest.” My first ever challenge I’ve been apart of and I had the most fun with it!! Thank you, my sweet Mel! 🥰

The Love In The Woods Collection ❄️

The sun began to lay on the precipice of the day, the light slowly fading out to make way for the dark of the night. Bucky fought the tiredness claiming his eyes, tempting him to fall asleep at the wheel. If you knew he was driving in his state, you’d throw a fit. 

But he had to make it home to his baby. 

Exhaustion weighed Bucky down from a long day at the woodyard. Hauling timber all day to prepare the town for the harsh winter coming up was enough to make his old joints ache with pain. However, with the lack of staff due to the storm blocking most of the roads, he had to do it all himself. 

Bucky just wanted to sink into you. 

All day, he was tormented by the prettiest image of you snuggled into your shared bed, pouty lips and pleading eyes begging him to call in sick, to stay home with you. 

And even though his sanity was tested, Bucky regretfully declined. All the old folks needed wood to keep their homes heated in the cold season and his mind wouldn’t have settled knowing a full day would be lost to his own selfishness. 

Though as he drove back to his cabin, rivers of golden beams shining into his truck, Bucky wished he had taken your offer.  

Although, his sourness sweetened into a warm affection as he caught the glint of his wedding ring in the dying sunlight. 

You love sunsets, Bucky smiled to himself. He had to take you to the top of the mountains to watch another one soon.

He could imagine you at home, watching the remnants of the day with its beautiful colours reflecting into your eyes. 

Sunsets mean the end of the day, fresh starts and hope that tomorrow will bring us more peace than today. Remember that, Bear. 

Your voice instantly calmed the mess in his mind, the stress that had wound his muscles tight. With a heavy sigh, Bucky let go of the toll the day had taken on him and instead focused on where the path ahead would lead him — you. 

The truck grumbled to a stop in the driveway and Bucky didn’t bother stopping to grab his tools or his bags. The pink painted door called to him, called your name, his home. 

Throwing the door open, Bucky quickly shook off his coat and boots. His steps didn’t falter as he made his way to the bedroom. Not when he began peeling his clothes off one by one on the way. Not when emotion clogged up his eyes at the smell of your sweet scent lingering around the house. 

And there you were as he entered his bedroom. Once crafted by his bare hands as part of his first home after he left college, now his safe space in which he was lucky enough to share with his wife. His haven. 

It looked like you hadn’t moved from the morning. Still tangled in the sheets, your hair was messy from your tossing and turning, though your skin glowed beautifully in the golden sunlight that shimmered through the window. The orange tones that tattooed your body almost gave you a vintage look and the sight was enough to render Bucky speechless. 

Just like the day you showed up on his doorstep after years apart. 

Your smile was blinding as you looked up at him, tearing yourself away from your fantasy book he knew you loved so much and placing it on the nightstand. “Hey, baby. I missed you.” 

If that didn’t do things to Bucky’s heart. 

“Dolly,” he gasped, a slight whine to his voice. 

Instantly, because you’re so well in tune with him, your arms opened wide — an invitation to join you. “Come here, you big lug.” 

Bucky didn't waste another second. Clad in only his underwear, he all but jumped onto the bed, the pristinely crafted wood of the frame creaking from old age. 

You shifted the duvet to swaddle around his frame once he reached you, cocooning him in your accumulated warmth over the day. Feeling your bare skin against his after hours away from you was liberating, like he had ascended to heaven. Even after years of wedded bliss, Bucky still got tingles whenever the two of you touched. 

You were pure magic wrapped in a bottle. 

“Can I lay my head on you?” Bucky asked quietly, relishing in the serenity you so easily provided him. 

You laughed, the sound mesmerising to his ears. “Like you even have to ask. Tell me about your day, Bear.” 

Needing no other permission, Bucky laid in your arms. Positioning his head on your chest, his arms wrapped around your stomach and his legs intertwined with yours. He was so much bigger than you, comically so. But Bucky needed to lose himself in your softness from time to time. 

He groaned as the muscles in his joints finally had a chance to relax. “I would much rather hear about your day, sweetheart. Lemme hear your voice for a while, will ya?” 

Bucky looked up to find your cheeks tightened from the large, bashful smile on your face, one that he knew you had tried to smother but failed to do so. They were his favourite. 

You shook your head fondly and squeezed him before beginning to recall your day. It wasn’t filled with much — mostly with bathroom breaks when you could rip yourself out of bed, a trip to the home library down the hall to pick the next book of your series, and lastly an hour of baking. Even so, Bucky listened to you intently, his soul replenishing more with each activity you listed off. 

Because that was his goal in life. His vow to you in marriage. To make your life as easy and simple as possible. To bring you peace when the world threatened to dull your sparkle. 

And boy was he satisfied to know he had achieved that. 

Bucky’s eyes began to grow heavy, the kind that he couldn’t fight any longer. You must have noticed from the loosening of his limbs and the sudden lightness to his body. “Are you sleepy, baby?” 

The rhythm of your heart soothed him as he murmured a lazy hum of agreement. 

“You can rest now, Bear.” Your soft voice sounded further away as sleep started to overtake him, like the prettiest lullaby he’d ever heard. “I’ve got you.” 

Before the whispers of slumber could steal him, though, Bucky smiled — drunken and free. “I like hearing your heart beating when I put my head on your chest.”

The giggle that vibrated from your body to his only made him fall even more in love with you. Bucky purred like a cat as you ran your nails through his hair and finally let himself go. 

The last sensation that registered in his mind was the feeling of your lips pressed against his head and a last declaration of love. “Thank you for being the reason it does.” 

[jadedvibes]

In honor of spooky season, sweater weather, and all things autumn, I'm hosting my first writing challenge! I started writing nearly a year ago because I was inspired by the beauty of the season, and I thought why not organize something where others could join in and celebrate the many aspects that make this time the best.

For the challenge, I'd like you to incorporate some fall vibes and activities into a fic or moodboard. It can be anywhere from taking a stroll down a leafy street with your fictional fave, baking together, cozying up by the fire, wearing their flannel, visiting a pumpkin patch, or watching a scary movie; anything that reminds you of this enchanting time of year plus a little catch I’ll describe below 🍂🎃🧡

This writing challenge will open today and has no deadline.

Rules, guidelines, and optional prompts are under the cut! 

Rules: 

Must be 18+ or older. 

You don’t have to follow me to participate.

There is no deadline, follow your muse. 

No incest/pedophilia/necrophilia/bestiality/ddlg/water sports/💩

Please tag any and all potential triggers with proper warnings e.g. (Fluff, smut, dark etc.) 

Original works or must be able to be read as a standalone if it’s part of a series.

If you want to withdraw at any point, it’s no problem just lmk!

Guidelines:

There is no minimum or maximum word count.

If your fic is over 200 words please use the “read more” function.

You can write for any Marvel character, in universe or in any AU. I’ll also read for whatever SS and CE character you’re into except Jeff Gillooly and Tommy Lee. You may also write for Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson or a Top Gun: Maverick character. No RPF, please. Also no OFCs, reader inserts only.

Send me an ask letting me know that you want to participate, then tag me when you post and tag your fic or moodboard with #fallinginlovewritingchallenge 

And the catch that makes this a challenge is – the words “falling in love” MUST come up in your entry at least once if you’re writing. You can change it to past or present tense e.g. (“fell in love” or “fall in love”); whatever variation you need to fit the vibe you’re creating.♡

I will read and reblog your work before adding them to a masterlist!

And feel free to send me an ask or dm if you have any questions or if I can help you better understand the season. I'm so excited to see what you all come up with!

Please note that you don’t have to use the prompts and au’s, they’re just there for inspiration and more than one person can use the same one ✨

Prompts:

“You’re comfy.”

“I’ll be here to protect you.”

"Here we are, home sweet home."

“Stop flirting.”

“Are you sure?”

“Do you like what you see?”

"Let’s go somewhere, just you and me.

“Your hands are warm.”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

“I’ve been waiting all my life for you.”

“I know you still love me.”

“Fancy seeing you here. 

“I know what you need. Hold on.”

“I’m scared.”

“Are you… jealous?”

"Baby, I could do this all day."

“I can’t think straight with you.”

“Give me a chance.”

“Am I too late?”

“You’re dangerous.”

AU’s:

Vampire

Werewolf

Roommates

Coffee Shop

Florist

Baker

Bookstore

Soulmate

Modern

Neighbors

Thank you @bucky-barnes-diaries, @maladaptivexxdaydreaming, and @treatbuckywkisses for helping me, encouraging me, and listening to me ramble about my ideas!!

Tagging some pals that might be interested, but absolutely no pressure! ♡

@writing-for-marvel @summerofsnowflakes @tuiccim @sweetdreamsbuck @poppunksnowwhite @jobean12-blog @sunshinebuckybarnes @beach-daydreaming @weekendgothgirl @navybrat817 @mrsmischief209 @sgt-seabass @yarnforbrains @traitorjoelite @sweetascanbee @musingsinmoonlight @sanguineterrain @late-to-the-party-81 @sexyprise @intrepidacious

[atlaese]

before sunset, i fell - b.b.

summary: apparently, when you stay in the honeymoon suite, the husband and the ring on your left hand come with the package. *terms and conditions apply. refunds are not issued. pairing: modern!bucky x fem!reader tw: modern AU, cursing, allusions to smut, implied smut, alcohol, fluff, food, tell me if i missed something! words: 4.5K a/n: hi lovelies!! this is my entry for @ambrosiase indigo hotel writing challenge :) i chose the prompts honeymoon suite & vacation with bucky, but added a few little twists. also idk why but the blue suit on seb makes me go feral...😵‍💫 i worked on this for... the longest time i have ever worked on a fic, so i hope you like it!! p.s. Thank you to my loves @buckycuddlebuddy & @midnightf for helping me out 💞 i love y’all!!

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A soft breeze was coming through the half-shut curtains, softly caressing your bare back as you inhaled lightly, pressing your face deeper in the soft pillow. It was such a nice morning. There were fresh sheets on the bed and they smelled like a washing product you didn’t immediately recognize as your own, a slight floral hint in them as you stretched out your arms. Everything felt good and the sound of waves crashing against rocks a few miles away, made it feel like you were on holiday in some far-away country.

You strained your eyes against the harsh morning light as you blinked a few times, trying to get the sleep out of your eyes. Something felt off though, maybe it was the pounding headache that made you screw your eyes back shut or perhaps it was the fact that these white sheets weren’t yours at all.

What is going on, you thought to yourself, scrunching the white sheets in your fists as you turned on your back, cold air hitting your bare skin as you looked down at your body in horror. Why were you naked? Even on the hottest summer nights you at least wore a pair of panties and an old tank top, so where were they now?

Quickly pulling up the sheets over your bare chest, you looked up at the ceiling again. Your sight was met with a fancy chandelier that you definitely didn’t own, just like the headboard that was way too big to fit your queen-sized bed.

What in the cliché movie is this. Did you just drink too much and book a hotel room for once, instead of relying on your friends to get you safely home in an overpriced cab?

Slightly sitting up and clutching onto the sheets, you scanned around the room you were in, looking at all the modern art that was hung up, as well as the small sliver of the sea you could spot through the curtains.

Your gaze ended up at the other side of the king-sized bed.

Underneath the white sheets, there was a man lying on his stomach, sheets barely covering his naked ass as he was breathing at a slow and steady pace, tufts of air making little noises that you would’ve found cute if you at least knew who this fucking man was.

As your heart battered in your chest, you silently stepped out of the bed, taking the sheets with you and leaving the man buck ass naked and you snuck over to the nearby door, hoping it was the bathroom and that it had a robe you could use.

Exhaling a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you closed the door behind you, thanking your guardian angel that it was indeed a bathroom. Two fluffy robes were neatly folded on the counter and you switched out the sheets for one.

Staring into the mirror, you had to take a moment to calm down and collect your thoughts. For some reason, you were staying in a hotel with a man you didn’t know. On top of that, both of you were naked, sleeping in the same bed, which said a lot and at the same time still left you confused.

You turned on the tap to splash some water in your face, to get rid of the foggy feeling that was inhibiting your head like a bank of mist that hung over the street, unable to see through unless you ventured further into it.

That’s when another piece of the puzzle fell into place. The cold metal of a ring rubbed against your cheek and you stilled in your movements - please, please don’t let me be married to a random guy. Please.

It was a simple gold band with a small diamond attached to it, that was resting on your left ring finger, signaling that you were now probably married to the man that was snoring away in the bed.

Pressing your face into a towel, you lightly screamed out of frustration into the plush cotton. It all felt like some sort of bad dream you couldn’t wake up from, a mixture of beauty and pain that was making your head spin. The only plus in this situation was the hotel suite you were in - it was large , spacious and more luxurious than you’d ever seen. This guy better pays for it.

Slipping out of the room without disturbing the man was the plan of action - and hopefully, your stuff was within reach to assure a swift and quiet exit.

“You’re not thinking about leaving me already, right, wifey?” the man chuckled from his place in the bed as you tried to silently close the bathroom door. You turned around quickly, eyes big in horror as you watched him.

He was still naked, but his head was turned your way now, still pressed into the pillow and blue eyes shining with an emotion you couldn’t quite place yet. Was he... happy?

“You’re less vocal today than yesterday, huh,” he snickered and sat up, his arms spread out as if expecting a hug. Being naked in front of a stranger wasn’t a big deal to him apparently. Flirting with one and making crude jokes wasn’t either.

“Uhm- I’m sorry,” you choked out, eyes straining to keep the eye contact and not lower to the rest of his physique - a physique that most definitely didn’t hurt your eyes.

Watching his face brought back a few flashes of memories you didn’t know you had. Blue eyes shining as you ran hand in hand through a venue, his soft touches that lingered on the open back of your dress and the soft rubbing of his scruff against your face as you were dancing slowly along with booming music in a club, lost in your bubble for two.

“C’mere,” he beckoned, a soft smile on his face as he watched your stoic expression. By some sort of gravitational pull - or his overall alluring charisma, you sat down on the bed next to him and he immediately pulled you into his body, his head buried in your neck as you tried not to freak out - again.

“What should we do today, maybe take that surfing lesson you talked about yesterday?” he mumbled against the skin of your neck, leaving a light kiss in the wake of his words. “It looks like a good day to go surfing.”

“Uh, sure,” you blinked rapidly, sifting through all the memories that were finding their way back to the surface like a whale swimming many feet below the water, ready to breach in an exhilarating moment of pure power.

“Okay,” he groaned, dragging his face away from your neck and standing upright, stretching out every limb as you averted your eyes from a certain body part, conveniently right in front of your face.

“Let’s go have breakfast and then we can figure out what to do,” he suggested, going to the bathroom.

The man quickly turned around again, facing you with a knowing smirk on his face. “If you can figure out my name, of course. You do remember that huh, wife of mine?”

The glint in his eyes betrayed that he knew exactly what was going on in the depths of your head. The way your eyes glossed over when you were thinking hard, sifting through the countless memories, trying to pinpoint who he was and what had happened in the last 24 hours.

It was odd to see a stranger know you so well, even after presumably spending little time together.

“It’s Bucky. Put on that blue dress and meet me for breakfast in 15,” he said with pursed lips, nodding his head to your open suitcase where a summery blue dress was laying on top, then disappearing in the bathroom, leaving just his scent lingering in the sheets you were previously wrapped up in.

“Fuck,” the words softly left your mouth as you fell on your back, staring up at the beautiful chandelier again. “What have I done now?”

* * *

True to his word, Bucky was sitting at a table for two, browsing through a local paper as another hand held a mug of coffee, just refilled by one of the many waiters bustling around. The staff were wearing goddamn white gloves. What kind of establishment is this?

After Bucky had disappeared into the bathroom, you had quickly thrown on the blue dress and a pair of espadrilles, before opening the door to the hallway and being swallowed whole into the maze that was this hotel.

The hotel had a magnificent garden too, overlooking the blue ocean that was softly lapping against the pearly white beach. The air that left your lungs slowly started to match the calm rhythm of the water coming up to you and backing away again, a natural element of calm providing you with the necessary support.

You had needed to get away from the whole pompous honeymoon suite and the strange but alluring man in it. Memories were still flitting through your head at lightspeed, too quick to understand what they were and in what order they were supposed to be put in. It felt like you were flipping through a photo album, the pictures shuffled around to make the timeline incomprehensible.

And there he was, looking all soft in a light blue t-shirt, a white chino and some flip flops on his feet. He didn’t seem dangerous. He looked like any other guy you could fall for, his smile a little too reckless to be good, his charm overwhelming you in the best way. This man was going to be trouble, for sure.

He looked tanned, little freckles dotted over his arms, his tanned cheeks pulling into a smile when he noticed you standing a few feet away, looking a little dishevelled from the wind blowing in your hair, your eyes wide and cautious.

“Ah, there you are,” Bucky stood up, leaving his napkin on the table as he pulled back the chair opposite of his, gesturing that it was yours to sit in.

“Uh, thank you,” you mumbled as he pushed the chair closer to the table before sitting down again. “Sorry, needed a breather.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he snickered, finally taking a bite from the croissant he had grabbed from the buffet. “I got you a pain au chocolat, hope you like that.”

“Yeah, thanks,” you mumbled, pulling a piece of buttery dough and stuffing your mouth. Just like everything else in this hotel, it was perfect and luxurious. Goddamn, this isn’t making it any easier to just bolt and leave this fever dream behind.

“So, tell me, has it always been a dream of yours to surf with dolphins,” he genuinely asked, a certain spark in his eyes as he put down his mug and leaned his chin on a fist.

“Uhm, well, you see up until 30 minutes ago it wasn’t,” you wrung your hands together in your lap, peering around the room and effectively avoiding his azure eyes. “It does sound very fun.”

Bucky gripped the armrests of his chair and shuffled closer towards you, the chair making a screeching noise over the marble floors as other patrons shot looks at the odd couple that was disturbing their peaceful breakfast.

“What do you remember from, say yesterday morning?” Bucky asked, his eyes narrowed as he watched you attempt to remember what had happened after your breakfast.

“I got breakfast in the hostel, which by the way, is nowhere near as fancy as this place, drove around with a scooter on the island and met a friend for margaritas in the bar on the town square.”

“Then, it’s blank,” you admitted, “or not really. I have these- these memories of us walking hand in hand through a venue and other stuff, but I can’t seem to put them in the right order.”

“Still a bit foggy up there, huh,” he tapped his temple, azure eyes awash with concern. “I can retell my part of our story, maybe that gives your brain a jumpstart?”

You nodded, eyes now focused on him as you wrapped your hands around the mug with steaming coffee as Bucky looked up at the ceiling, mouth pulled into a pout.

“Okay, you and your friend… I don’t remember their name-”

“Alex.”

“Right, Alex,” he scraped his throat, “we were next to each other at the bar and we got to talking and there were a lot of drinks.”

“Like a lot,” he stressed, his hand sifting through his hair, remembering the bill he paid and the number of times he had to try to get the code of his credit card right.

“Still doesn’t explain this,” you lifted up your left hand, the ring catching the rays of the sun and a small rainbow crossed your face. Bucky had to try his best not to pull out his phone and snap a picture of you, the combination of your soft skin, the small rainbow and your lips that were pulled into a small pout making it hard.

“Well, that was your idea, actually,” he bit his lip, scrunching his nose as your mouth dropped open in shock. “You were pretty convincing, I gotta add.”

“I- are you sure?” you asked, just to be sure you heard it right. Why would you ever ask a random man you met just that day to marry you?

Bucky just nodded, a tinge of cockiness present on his face as he resumed to tell the story of how you two met and how exactly this whole thing happened.

“So, your friend found this chapel thingy? They flagged down a cab, found a store with simple wedding dresses and found someone to officiate it,” Bucky said, with an impressed look on his face. “All while they were black-out drunk, I have to say that’s a talent.”

“Would it surprise you when I told you they are a professional party planner?” you said, scratching your forehead as you thought about how much money this must’ve cost. Weddings could easily go into the thousands and knowing your taste, you picked out an expensive dress.

“Am I bankrupt by now? It wasn’t your best idea to marry me if I spent all my cash on this little escapade.”

“No, I covered it, you’re fine,” he chuckled as you exhaled a breath, happy you didn’t splurge on a stupid wedding dress for a wedding you can’t even remember.

“But, now I feel bad. How much was it?” you asked, your hand landing on his forearm, sending an electric wave through the both of you, as you tried your best to not show how much it affected you.

“It wasn’t that much, honestly,” he said, his cheeks showing a tinge of red as he tried to play it off as if it was normal to pay for a stranger’s stuff, let alone a wedding dress. “Really, don’t worry about it.”

Something about the way he said those words without much care, showed that even he wasn’t bothered to pay for anything at all. He must be comfortable, to talk about expensive hotel suites and wedding dresses as if they were groceries you got at the supermarket.

“Enough talk about money. I hired a pair of surfboards and wetsuits for the day,” he stood up, reaching out his hand to pull you up. “You ready to go?”

You pondered for a second, before looking up at him, eyes shining brightly, “on one condition. We don’t talk about real-life depressing stuff while we’re here. No talking about jobs or family or other bullshit. Just us.”

The story he had told seemed to fit into the jumbled memories that were slowly assembling themselves in your mind and it didn't seem like he had any malicious attempts for you, looking at his face that seemed more trustworthy than the one of your ex.

A grin pulled on his lips as he nodded, his hand still outstretched as he wiggled his fingers, “it’s a deal.”

Taking his hand, he pulled you up, his other arm coming around your waist to hold you close, his grip a stronghold on you as his eyes looked between yours, trying to figure you out, an enigma right in front of his eyes that got more complex every time he blinked.

“Let’s go enjoy our honeymoon then, sweetheart.”

* * *

The surfing was way more fun than you expected it to be. Both clad in wetsuits, you tried your best to stand up on the board, the big waves knocking both of you off of it as you tried your best to contain your laughter.

Bucky was just as bad as you, probably even worse. The man had no balance whatsoever as the board just kept getting away from under his feet, even when the waves had calmed down after a while.

After a few hours of messing around together, Bucky took your hand and interlaced your fingers, as you both sat down on the boards and floated around, waiting for the sun to set in its thousands of pastel colours.

“Just so you don’t float away,” he said as an excuse, nodding down to your interlaced hands.

“Right,” you bit your lip, turning your head away to hide the smile that was gracing your face.

Both of you knew it wasn’t just about floating away anymore, it was about staying together, getting to know each other in other ways than normal people would. You had started where most stories ended and done it all in reverse.

It confused other people too.

When you were at a restaurant the following evening, an older couple came up, asking how long you too had known each other as they were so drawn in with the way you interacted with each other. When Bucky straight-facedly told them it had been a full 72 hours, they scurried off as the two of you buckled over in laughter.

Every night before you went to bed, there was still a tension to be found, like a current running between your digits as you turned your back to him in bed, trying your best not to let your stuttering breaths wake him.

It was hard for him, too. The bed was big enough for you to comfortably sleep in, but each morning you woke up with one of you on the other side, limbs tangled as heat rose to either of your cheeks before you scurried off to the bathroom for a cold shower, shaking the thoughts from your head.

On the sixth night, there was this unspoken agreement after you had spent the day driving around the island on a scooter, your arms wrapped around his waist and your cheeks squished against his shoulder. The whole day there had been a certain weight on the fleeting touches as if to try out where the limit was.

If there was even a limit.

Finally laying in bed, close to 1 am, he pulled your body towards him as he nestled his head in the crook of your neck, pressing a soft kiss against the delicate skin before you dozed off, the moon shining on the soft ripples of the ocean, illuminating the smile on your face Bucky couldn’t see.

It happened on the seventh day, the early morning breeze that was flowing through the windows making goosebumps rise on both of your skins as your bodies collided together.

He tried his best to leave your body unmarked, his fingers gently digging into your hips as his lips were on every inch of naked skin — seemingly all at once, like when the sun kissed your skin with its golden rays, warming you up. His touch made your body burn from the inside out, open and hot mouthed kisses making you beg for more of everything.

After a while, when the sun had finally risen just above the edge of the sea, when birds had started to chirp and when you both finally tumbled over the edge, he dropped down, his face nestling in the crook of your neck as one hand caressed his spine and the other sifted through his long hair.

It couldn’t have been a better morning to wake up to, especially as he happily sighed in comfort when you scratched his scalp, his full body weight on you providing a certain comfort no one else ever could.

The last few days started and ended just like that, wrapped up in each other, basking in the loving company of your newfound lover. The sun followed you everywhere you went, gracing you with its rays bouncing off of Bucky’s tanned skin, his pearly teeth standing out as his hands grabbed ahold of your body at all times.

The moments in between were filled with bare-foot beach walks, surfing on the Hawaiian waves - or trying to - and exploring the connection that you two stumbled upon.

This whole ordeal felt like a warm embrace, a hot cup of coffee on a cold morning where a snowstorm was ravaging outside.

It felt like a story from out of a cheesy fairy tale that should have some sort of plot twist somewhere, a witch coming to ruin all the plans, or a monster making the calm waves you were floating on ripple, causing the little boat of comfort you were in to capsize.

You could only hope the boat you two had built together was strong enough to withstand all the waves that still had to come your way, brewing somewhere in the future. How would your loved ones react to this one-of-a-kind story?

* * *

But alas, every fairy tale needs its ending. Yours was back home, back to your desk job that was nowhere near exciting as the recruiter made it out to be. Especially after this week where Bucky’s lips were never far from your face and other parts of your body. Working at your bleary office seemed like a drag all of a sudden, making you long for more exciting days where you and your now-husband were exploring new cities and each other.

“You got married?! Last week? to whom?” Florence, your colleague, whisper-shouted in your ear as you were typing up a final report, trying to get it finished before your new boss arrived.

“ Girl, I’ve known this man for like 10 days and I think he might be my soulmate,” you said, eyes not leaving the screen. “It started off kinda strange but we had so much fun, so we might just… stay married, you know? Plus, it’s easier to tell the family honestly.”

“Like how do I tell my mum that I’ve gone off and married a stranger, spent a week gallivanting around Hawai’i with him, only to then get a divorce?”

“Also, bonus, he’s so hot, like model hot Flo, sometimes I think he just stepped out of a catalogue,” you added, thinking about his blue eyes and brown hair, the slight scruff adding an edge to his face that made your heart pump the blood in your veins a tad faster.

“I don’t, but it sounds awesome,” she chortled, “what’s the hottie’s name?”

“Okay it’s kinda a weird name, so don’t judge,” you cringed, your mouth pulled in an awkward pout. “Bucky, it’s a nickname he likes.”

“Okay, but that’s kinda cute, no? Kinda childlike too, not gonna lie,” she lifted her brow as she stood up. “Anyway, the new boss should be here any sec now and his name is boring in comparison to your boo’s.”

“What’s that?” you saved the file and turned around in your chair, smoothing down your hands on the front of your blazer, trying to make it crease-free. Creases just made for a bad impression, especially when you need to make a good one for this new boss.

The consulting company you had been working for the last three years was in dire need of new management, so after countless headhunters had sifted through the best of the best, they finally had someone.

“James, bleh, imagine what an old white man that will be.”

Well, your boss didn’t need to be hot, he just needed to keep the company afloat and on track. It would have been fun though. A certain fifty shades of grey added to the dull company.

In the corner of your eye, you saw the secretary stand up, probably ready to greet the man as other co-workers eagerly raised their heads over their computers, wanting to have a first glance at the man.

“Oh, there he is!” Florence grabbed your upper arm, squeezing it lightly, “okay, he’s kinda cute from behind, no?”

The light blue suit gave you flashbacks - again - to the time in Hawai’i where Bucky and you went out for dinner and later strolled over the beaches without shoes, just enjoying the feeling of the sand sifting under your feet.

“Oh god,” you mumbled as he turned around, his eyes scanning the office and the people in it, big blue eyes landing on you. “Bucky.”

Guess this was the plot twist you had been expecting.

“What?” Flo aggressively whispered, her eyes rapidly flitting between you and your apparent new boss and new husband. “Are you kidding me?!”

Bucky didn’t waste a moment as he strode over to you, the shock on his face quickly replaced by a small smirk as he watched your expression change from shock to disbelief.

His hands landed on the side of your upper arms as he leaned in to press a kiss against your cheek, his scruff rubbing against your skin making the memories breach through the surface once again.

“Well hello, wifey, didn’t expect to see you here.”

Bucky left you standing there, eyes wide and shivers running through your body as he followed the secretary to the big meeting room, all set up for him to give a short presentation about his plans for the future of the company.

“Hello?” Florence took a hold of your shoulders, roughly shaking you from the frozen state you were in. “What in god’s name was that?!”

“That’s uh- that’s my husband,” you held onto her arms, afraid of losing your balance on the heels that felt too high all of a sudden, the natural light that was streaming into the building making you feel lightheaded.

“You- you never talked about your jobs?” she shrieked, shaking you again, trying to get you to realize what this would mean for your future at the company. “That’s like the first thing that you talk about on a date!”

“I don’t know if you noticed, but nothing about this situation is normal,” you said through your teeth, blinking rapidly.

“God, you snagged a hottie!” Florence babbled off, her focus no longer on your body that felt like it wanted to run away from here, run back to the safety of the Hawaiian hotel, where it felt you were in your own little universe.

Your eyes flit towards the glass walls of the conference room, where your husband was shaking hands of other employees, his eyes trained on you still, occasionally acknowledging the person he was speaking to.

“I think I want a refund from that Hawai’i package I got,” you said to yourself before the whole team was called into the room, where your husband was standing with a cocky smirk on his face.

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1./ "You’re cold. Get over here." – One character dramatically refuses to admit they’re freezing, until they’re forcibly tucked under a blanket by someone exasperated but fond.

2./ Sleepy Pile™ – Too many people, one couch, and an accidental nap that turns into a dogpile of limbs and warmth.

3./ “I made us a blanket fort.” – Bonus points if it's barely holding itself up and someone absolutely bumps it down mid-cuddle.

4./ "Did you just use me as a pillow?" – Yes. Yes, they did. And now you’re not allowed to move.

5./ Tired warrior cuddles – After a long day, someone just drops their armor/weapons/cloak and flops into someone else's arms with a dramatic sigh.

6./ “You smell like home.” – Said into someone’s shoulder, half-asleep, maybe a little too honest.

7./ Rainy day cuddle sesh – Thunder in the distance, tea on the table, and one character who pretends not to like cuddles but is clearly loving it.

8./ “I’m the big spoon tonight.” – Cue struggling to wrap around a much taller partner or friend with pure stubborn determination.

9./ "You're snoring on me." – Soft complaint, but they don’t actually want the other person to move.

10./ Platonic cuddling champion – The one in the group who always ends up with someone asleep on them, whether they asked for it or not.

11./ Nightmare comfort cuddle – Someone wakes up panicked and is gently (or firmly) pulled back into a hug and told they’re safe now.

12./ “You brought a hot water bottle?” “No, I am the hot water bottle.” – Human furnace character doing their civic duty.

13./ Grumpy x Sunshine cuddle combo – One grumbles the whole time, the other is absolutely snuggled in like a sleepy cat. Guess which is which.

14./ "I can't fall asleep unless you're right here." – Bonus if the other person is flustered by this sudden revelation.

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“We fit perfectly on this couch. That means fate.” → Bonus if it’s clearly a one-person couch and they’re stubbornly squished together like gremlins.

Cuddling in disguise (”we HAVE to look like a couple so we don’t get caught!”) → Oh no. Forced cuddles. How tragic. Definitely no feelings developing here. Nope. None.

Someone finds the other sleep-talking and just melts at what they’re dreaming about. → It’s about them. It’s always been about them.

Monster under the bed? Time to hold hands and investigate. With snacks. → Ghost-hunting, but make it romantic. Or it’s just a raccoon in armor. Who knows.

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[topsyturvy-turtely]

june challenge - day 2

[based on this prompt list. check out my contribution for day 1]

2. pet names

john was cooking. lasagna along with some salad. everything was almost done. the only thing left, was a bit of seasoning for the salad.

"sherlock, could you hand me salt and pepper, please?"

sherlock was sitting at the kitchen table, looking into his microscope. his equipment was spread all over the table, but the salt and pepper was out of reach. well, out of reach for john - sherlock would just need to stretch out his arm and could hand him salt and pepper.

but of course he didn't.

"sherlock? could you hand me salt and pepper please?", this time he put more stress into his request.

still nothing from sherlock.

"hellooo? earth to sherlock?! could you please just stretch your arm out so i can finish dinner?", john's voice now had an annoyed undertone and he waved his hand next to sherlock's face. of course john could just walk around the table and get it himself, but by now this was a matter of principle. he had cooked lasagna, damnit! it is not like asking your boyfriend to stretch out his arm once would be a too difficult task to request.

"oh come on sherlock, love, could you just hand me the goddamn salt?"

with a jerky movement sherlock whipped his head around. his eyes were big, his face blank and his mouth was slightly open. this made john feel a bit worried.

"wha- what is it, sherl-? are you okay?"

the detective looked utterly shocked. the eye contact was making john feel almost uncomfortable. was sherlock mad? john had no idea and didn't know how to react so he pointed across the table. "uh, the salt please, love?"

sherlock blinked.

and blinked again.

and then ten times more.

"yeah, this is getting a bit scary now.", john said, trying to ease the atmosphere that was suddenly ten degrees hotter.

sherlock continued staring at him. god, he loved his eyes. but sometimes having eye contact was a real challenge for john. why was he staring at him like that?!

sherlock inhaled sharply. Then he gulped. Then he opened his lips and there was a click of his tongue to hear. this was really weird...

"sooo, in fact- yo-you mean...", sherlock stumbled over his words.

john was confused. why was sherlock suddenly stuttering? he smiled at him anyways: "hm, yes?"

"i'm your..."

john didn't know where this was going but nodded encouragingly.

"i'm your... i'm your love?", sherlock finally managed to say.

john was surprised. so this was about the pet name?

"sherlock...", john said hesitantly. he stepped closer to his still sitting boyfriend and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"yeah, of course you are. 'course. you are my love.", he said and to emphasize he pecked sherlock's lips once. sherlock was still a beautiful statue of shock and john chuckled.

"can you hand me the salt now, love?", he asked again. this time using the pet name purposefully.

the detective blinked again but finally reached out to grab the seasonings.

"thank you, my heart.", the doctors said with a smirk in his voice. john simply couldn't resist making this utterly brilliant man absolutely speechless with these sweet little words of affection.

to top it off john kissed sherlock's cheek, then - with an enamored smile - turned around and finally finished dinner.

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yay, fluff! ✨ thanks for reading! 💚 do you see what i did there? *whispers* rEfeReNceS 🤭 i thought these two kinda weren't the typical couple calling each other by pet names. but this scenario seemed likely to me. lmk what you think! i will try to write the part for day 3 today sorry for being already a day late... 🙃

you should check out @timberva's post for day one, which is also based on that prompt list i found up there.

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