#col's winter wonderland sleepover
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Hey friends! So this holiday season is going to be a bit of a bummer for me (which will be pretty blatantly explained in a personal fix-it fic I plan on writing in December lol....who's ready for some Lumberjack Bucky??), and decided to do a month-long sleepover to ignore my issues in the real world! Yay!!!!
LOL for real though, I do love the holidays and watching Christmas movies and reading cheesy winter-related fics so I thought it would be fun to do this! It'll be a mix of inbox-related shenanigans as well as a writing challenge-ish type thing (aren't I amazing at explaining things? Lol).
Here is all the fun stuff I have planned
Inbox Shenanigans!
🎄 fic recs: Send me recommendations of your favorite fics to add to my ever growing TBR pile!
🎅🏼 secret santa: Anonymously write a little love letter to another blog and I'll tag them in it!
☃️ christmas cards: Send me some winter-themed asks!
🧣no context ships: Send me a random fact and I’ll ship you with a marvel/stranger things character or bucky barnes au (please tell me which you would prefer in the ask!) ((oh and if you ever wanted to ship ME with someone I’d be the happiest little bean 🥺👉👈))
🌿 mistletoe: Send me 3 people/mutuals/characters and we’ll play classic kmk (kiss, marry, kill...sorry fam but we keep it mostly PG on this blog lol).
🍪 holiday faves: Tell me your favorite holiday/winter books, movies, tv shows, foods, all the things you love about this time of year!
Winter/Holiday-Themed Writing Challenge!
Masterlist
Obviously this is a no pressure thing, it's just that I low(high)-key love holiday fics and want to read any of the ones y'all come up with ;) You're also welcome to share an old one that you wrote and just want it to get some extra love!
Here are a few ideas below! Feel free to use any of them or write something totally different that's winter or holiday themed! I will be creating a separate ongoing masterlist for submissions and will read/share as many as I can!
My only rule on this is that it cannot contain any smut in order for it to be shared on my blog. 💖
Prompt Ideas:
prompt list 1
prompt list 2
The sleepover will last for the entire month of December! Feel free to participate as much or as little as you'd like! Thank you for being so supportive of me and my blog these last 18 months <3 I'm sorry I've been a little MIA but I'm excited to spend the holidays with you all :)
No-pressure tagging some moots:
@sweetascanbee @sweetdreamsbuck @treatbuckywkisses @imaginearyparties @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare @rodrikstark @fandoms-writings @writing-for-marvel @carrotfantasimp @traitorjoelite @pellucid-constellations @navybrat817 @simmerandcry
Divider by @firefly-graphics
#col's winter wonderland sleepover#col sleepover#foreverindreamlandd sleepover#holiday season#winter
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a collage of winter shenanigans with your boyfriend steve :)
—for my beloved @foreverindreamlandd <3
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take my hand
beefy lumberjack!bucky x f!reader (lumby and bunny au)
wc: 2.2k
prompt: can't skate, gonna need someone to hold my hand
warnings: too much fluff. bucky is sickeningly in love
for col's Winter Wonderland writing challenge and sleepover! this is the first writing challenge I've ever done– seems fitting it's for you! thank you for inspiring me, always. <3 @foreverindreamlandd
a/n: this is a difficult time of year. sending all my love and super self-indulgent thoughts hehe.
happy holidays, my loves❄️🧸☃️🤎
���� 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.
“Y’almost got the hang of it!” You most certainly do not.
Bucky tries to tug you along the ice, his hand secure in your double-gloved one– per his insistence on keeping you extra warm– but it’s no use. The ground stutters laughably beneath each attempt of sliding your feet.
Bucky’s never seen anything so adorable before; you’re awful.
Of course, to make matters worse, they’re all gifted on ice– Maria drifts by with a graceful spin, a howling Scott and Natasha racing just behind.
“C’mon Bunny, just slide your feet in time with mine. Small strides, like this,” he demonstrates the movement away from you in hopes your body will be able to mimic the action.
It won’t. You can’t.
“Can’t you just carry me? This holding my hand thing isn’t working,” you whine. Bucky laughs ignoring your groans, grabbing your face and kissing the corner of your mouth until you smile.
“Nope! I need to see you twirlin’ around first and then,” his thumb brushes over your bottom lip longingly, “we’ll talk. But I gotta go get the living room ready, stay out here with Maria, yeah?” He smiles at you– like he’s never witnessed something more worthy of his worship– with the radiance of every last ray of sun, warm and at rest in his stare.
And after the incredible day you’ve all had, this was the last thing on his list before the sun disappeared for the evening. This morning, he’d bundled you in too many cable-knit layers (and then an additional one just to be safe), an oversized coat, and thick garments for your neck, hands, and feet. But watching you bounce on the ice again and again… he wishes he added a few more.
Bucky had everything planned down to the very second; from the beginning dimmings of the sky’s glow so the fairy lights hanging from the cabin into the trees would shine just right, to the dough being rolled out, cut into intricate shapes to be placed in the oven with ample amount of cooling time– can’t have the icing melt off the tops, Bunny. Needs to be perfect for you.
Steve and Natasha had spent over an hour untwining the offending garland and string lights that Sam had managed to knot together, while you and Torres got a head start at throwing plastic balls and pine cones up the side of the smallest of the giant pines encompassing the cabin.
The last tray of cookies had been placed in the oven while the canola oil was set out for the potato mixture, waiting to be fried in Bucky’s special pan– his ma’s old one she only used this time of year.
The success of today was important to him for more reasons than one. He finally has something strong, something certain, worth making memories with– ones that will last him a lifetime and replace all the pain that's led him to now. Bucky only wants to share everything he is with you.
Including the small frozen pond; which Scott, Steve, and Sam tested their weight on, year after year, hopeful they’d bring a little cheer back into Bucky’s life.
Upon his request, of course, you’ll stay out here. Bucky wasn’t asking– he had everything meticulously pinned like points on a map. You know better than to derail any of his plans. So your brilliant grin and sweet hum against the warmth of his cheek is enough to guarantee he’ll be okay leaving you with his friends for a bit.
With a feigned mutter of disapproval, a 'you carry me everywhere, but now it’s an issue?' and an accompanying pucker of your lips, Bucky reluctantly watches as Maria hauls you away, taking over as skating instructor. He shimmies his skates off before shoving his boots back on, joining Steve to get his cabin all set for watching your favorite holiday movie.
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Bucky can’t help himself, the window is right near the couch he’s meant to be fixing the blankets on. He spent weeks planning this. Hours getting all the lights outlining his cabin just right, dangling them from branches and trunks alike. He needed this to be pristine, for you. Pausing to look out was too tempting, a perfect distraction directly in his line of sight at the mess of people dancing around the ice. Specifically, on you. His Bunny, right at home with his family.
And oh– how you shine. You're impossible to miss, the center of it all, always. To Bucky, anyway.
Bucky blinks with a particular tunnel vision these days, a fixation on the most beautiful thing that’s ever stumbled into his life. The window’s fogged and he’s thankful, for once, that he forgot to clean it better; a frost-tinted circle illuminating your ambrosial luster.
And while quickly moving to place an additional few logs on the fire, he can't fight the urge to get back outside to you. You love curling up against his chest right in front of the flames, warm cream colored blankets and sweet kisses shared until Bucky's reeling, flushed scarlet and suffocating for more.
“What’s on your mind, Buck?” Steve wonders.
They wordlessly walk out of the cabin and down the porch steps, transfixed with the painting of Joaquin and Sam twisting you unwillingly around the ice.
Steve clears his throat.
But Bucky’s somewhere else entirely, your squeals of frightened joy are running circles between his ears, rendering him breathless in a moment he never wants to leave. From the moment just a half hour ago you spoke so softly, "Need you to hold my hand Lumby, what if I suck? Never done this before", to now– he watches on with an ardent tenderness bleeding from his eyes in the shape of you. Sam pushes at your hips from behind, directing your laughing frame wobbling straight into a panicked Torres.
Bucky’s so tragically in love with you.
“Her.”
Your skate catches the bottom of Sam’s too-long jeans, sending you both toppling to the ground in a heap of broad shoulders and heavy limbs– courtesy of a painfully groaning Joaquin and cackling Sam. Steve smiles, observing Bucky take in the picture before him, a low chuckle rumbling within his knowing chest: there’s nothing like watching your best pal falling more and more, so deeply in love, Steve thinks. He nods.
“Mine too.”
“And what’s my girl doin’ in your thoughts?” Bucky smirks, eyes grudgingly leaving your triumphant pose on top of your conquered pile of a bickering Sam and Joaquin. When he meets Steve’s eyes, he finds a noble grin.
“I’m thankin’ her. Never seen you like this, so…” Steve gestures to him, a grand wave of his arms Bucky feels deep in his chest, “So happy. Bucky, she’s–”
“Bucky! Bucky, help me!” They both whip their heads at the excited sound, the two men once face-first on the ice and under your victorious smirk now standing tall on their blades with you lifted high above their heads. Maria and Natasha jump up from their bench to rush to your rescue, hurling insults in between fits of laughter at the two idiots passing you round and round in swooping circles.
Steve looks to his friend, and in Bucky's contentment he sees it– adoration and fondness and relief vibrating warmly.
Bucky melts– his bunny and his best friends. And they adore his girl almost as much as he does. He couldn’t feel more alive.
“Torres! Wilson! Put my girl down, I swear if I find even a scratch on her–”
“You have her in like nine layers. Think she’ll be fine, if she doesn’t pass out from heat exhaustion first…” Sam mumbles securing his arms tightly around your middle, dodging the raucous taunts of the two women before placing you on shaky legs.
You stay standing for a solid three seconds, the air returning to your overexerted lungs. One slide of your foot, then the other. Just like Bucky showed you, left, right, le– your body meets ice.
Shrill mirth fills the woods at, yet again, another fumble of your own two legs. With an enamored chuckle, Bucky moves swiftly, hoping to get to you before another fall occurs. He’s never seen a person fall so much in his damn life.
“So. I’m terrible at this,” the dejected huff swirls past you both in a frozen gust of air. Your body shivers in a tired sulk, working hard to remember what it feels like to be standing. Bucky bends down and aids you out of your skates, shouting for Scott to toss him your boots. Right foot then left, and he secures the thick socks he made you wear over the tops of the laces.
Bucky looks up at you, a satisfied sound whispered into the frigid evening. There’s a playful pity swimming within his features. But his eyes always betray him, completely overflowing with his adoration for you. It nearly knocks you off of your feet, dizzy and back spinning ‘round icy ground. The entrance to the fence that encases the pond snags on your puffy parka and Bucky grabs at your wrists, sliding his thumbs gently down to the thick fabric concealing those precious lifelines of yours. He brings the tops of them to his mouth with a gentle hum.
Nothing feels more secure than falling into the safety Bucky’s presence brings. He stands, plump lips never leaving your knuckles for a second.
As if the evening was expecting you both, frost-bitten air and the last swirls of daylight envelop you in a greeting of serenity. The lights still glimmer and your friends still laugh and yell, but the evening permits you to forget all of that for a moment.
Looking into Bucky’s eyes feels a lot like home.
And the stunning blues have no intention of leaving your sweet face, sulking up at him with the echoes of crystalized wonder and the twinkling from up above dusting along your features– how could he even feel an ounce of sympathy toward you? Not when your pout entices him like nothing else on this goddamned green earth ever could. Nothing could hold a candle to it.
“Wouldn’t say that Bun,” he decides with a solemn shake of his head, squeezing your fingers within his hold, “You’re not terrible. Just not ready… for public viewing, is all.” A short nod and a hopeful smile search to brighten the affected expression on your face. But it isn’t until he leans down with his nose nudging yours, a teasing pout of his lips on your cold skin, an arm sliding behind your hip urging you closer with a sigh against your cheek that you feel it.
He’d do anything to keep you happy.
It’s evident in the glistening snow nestled within the thick sea of evergreen, its sparkling hue all around you– in the sloppily decorated tree just a few feet shy of the pond– in the group of friends he gathered together just to remind you how loved you are, even during the most difficult season of the year. Bucky’d spend hours milling through his ma’s old recipes to find the perfect cookies and those latkes he remembers enjoying years ago. He’d even go as far as tell a little lie no one could possibly ever believe, that you weren’t in fact hazardous on skates, even if it is just the two of you that hear it. He’d bear long hours in the harsh winds of winter for something other than labor, for a gathering of family his girl knows love him to no end, just to see her showered with the same sentiment– to see that smile.
Nothing about loving you is akin to labor.
But then your lips curl, a small giggle bubbling past your once frustrated pout until the sweet sound blooms, swells, stealing the rhythm straight from his chest. And Bucky’s heart soars, from the very depths of his rib cage to the confines of your wool-clad hands, all from just the blinding smile you have only for him.
Candle: lit.
Your hands reach for his cheeks just as they flush crimson, a startling contrast to the scenery surrounding you. Bucky nearly evaporates, right there.
His pulse is thunderous, urging him to delight in nothing but your joy enduringly. Bucky can’t control it, it croons I love you, I love you, I love you.
You’re breathtaking.
He’d never tell his friends he planned today just for you, of how he stocked his kitchen with baking supplies and festive decor just to watch the happiness sparkling, so alive in your eyes.
Bucky’s anything but subtle. His heart beats only with the air of your affections– his friends know.
“C’mon sweet girl,” Bucky’s nose smushes against your hairline, his kiss warming your chilled forehead. “We’ve got cookies to decorate. Can’t let Sam find ‘em or they’ll be gone before we know it.”
At the sight of Bucky’s reverent lips descending the span of your face, Steve turns to head back to the cabin. With a heavy smack of his arm around Sam’s shoulders and a smile spread proudly across both of their faces, they let their friend take all the time he needs. Natasha’s grin twitches softly, watching Bucky sing of his love for you with every glide of his lips against your skin, with every breath that fills his lungs.
Bucky continues on, reaching and pulling for every little laugh you’ll give him, sparing no expense for the feelings of his friends: "Maria’s terrible on ice, did’ya even see her out there? Nearly knocked poor Torres on his ass.” No, that was you, actually. And you did. “Scott took all the marshmallows, can’t let him find out about our secret stash, kay?” He keeps them in an old tea container, they taste of bergamot. “Stevie thinks he’ll make a better gingerbread house than us, you believe that punk?” He only said that to get Bucky riled up.
Sam hears it– they all do. You hardly attempt to quiet your delight whenever Bucky gets you snuggled close, wrapped entirely bare in his need to be your everything.
A hurried kiss teases his stubble, then graces his lips, and your arm entangles itself around his own until the tips of fingers interlock in a charm of whispered giggles. And while walking the length of the winter wonderland he’s created for you, hyper and giddy and so full of emotion, your heart thanks him.
They all hear Bucky prod, the cheap digs and the silly goading; not a single one of them has the means to chide– they know. Their friend has finally found peace, tightly woven within the grasp of a warm woolen hand.
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Could I do a reverse 🎄 fic rec and ask for a recommendation from you? Any hidden gems you’d like to mention? Preferably Bucky or Steve, but will take anything you’d like to give a shout-out to 💜
Ohhhhh yes I'd love to! Idk if they're hidden gems but I LOVED these two series:
Trick Question by @nacho-bucky - this is a super fun modern au series with rival!bucky x reader that has an AWESOME twist you're gonna love ;)
Blink Twice by @simmerandcry - I read this whole thing in a night it was SO good. Reader needs to be put into hiding in a remote cabin and Bucky is her reluctant bodyguard. I loved this one so much everyone needs to read it.
I hope you enjoy these! Sorry if you've already read them but if you haven't 10000/10!!
Winter Wonderland Sleepover!
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hi hi hi col my love <3
i'm definitely going to be sending some more of these to you throughout the month because omg what a cute fun way celebrate the holidays <3 just know i'm boxing up a bucky with a thousand smooches for you with a bow on top <3
🧣no context ships, a little random fact about me is that i attempted to go to college for a bachelors in fine arts with an emphasis on pen and ink - but that didn't go anywhere and now i'm considering trying to become a tattoo artist <3 I'm also going to break the rules like mir and not give you a preference (sorry i'm rambling, i'm exhausted lol)
Awww Remi thank you :,) I cannot wait for you to blow up my inbox with all the fun shenanigans <3
This has Biker!Steve Rogers written all over it are you KIDDING
You end up getting an apprenticeship at his friend Bucky's tattoo shop. When you first see the 6'something biker walk in wearing a faded leather jacket, ripped jeans, a red helmet in one hand and a paper bag in the other, you have to actively stop your jaw from dropping.
Mr cool calm suave as hell Steve Rogers stops short, taking you in for a few beats, his tongue pressing the inside of his cheek before he smiles.
And then he's walking by you to Bucky's office, and it doesn't take long for you to convince yourself that whatever that interaction was was just something you made up in your mind.
Until five minutes go by, and biker boy is walking over to you, pulling his leather jacket off. Underneath, he's just wearing a white tank top, and almost every inch of his body is covered in beautifully detailed ink.
"Buck tells me it's your first day," he says in a low, gravelly voice. "Want some practice?"
You swallow, eyes blinking a few times before you gesture to the chair beside you. "What would you like done?" you ask, mentally kicking yourself for the waiver in your voice.
He chuckles, pulling down his shirt until his chest is exposed. There's a little bit of un-inked space just over his hear.
"What's your name?"
"Remi?"
He smiles. "Remi. That's what I want, please."
Winter Wonderland Sleepover
#inbox#remi#col's winter wonderland sleepover#also STOP you are so cool#if you become a tattoo artist I will drive down and let you tattoo me#for real babes
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🧣no context ships: only if you have time because i already got a perfect one but ren's new one really inspired me to ask lol
obviously I am a huge literature lover and can talk about the writings of people forever and ever if someone allowed me to. I went on to major in lit studies and over the years have built up quite the library for myself in my tiny ass bedroom (yes I am very proud of it it is my baby) but have always yearned for someone to share it with? someone who genuinely would want to hear my rambles, maybe get a better understanding of me as a person, wanting to share reading together? so yes I would love to know what marvel man (au of your choosing) would want to make me his sweet girl 🥰
Literally anything for you you know this babes also Rennifer is going to KILL me becauseeee
I ship you with Steve Rogers!!
Steve lost both his parents at a young age, and if it weren't for his best friend Bucky, he would spend his days completely alone. He'd basically convinced himself that a part of him would always feel lonely, like there would always be something missing in his life after everything he's lost.
That was before he found a companionship more beautiful and fulfilling than he could have ever imagined.
That was before he found you.
Steve took one look into your eyes, and his heart felt more full than it had in his entire life. It almost scared him, how instantly important you were to him, but he somehow knew even then that he could trust you with his life and you would care for it better than anyone else.
Now, the two of you live in your cozy home, and there's nothing better than snuggling up together in the library he built for you to fill with your most cherished tomes, him massaging your shoulders as you read to him.
And don't you dare ever get flustered or embarrassed when you start rambling about how powerful the prose and imagery is in a book. He could listen to his sweet girl go on and on for hours about the things that make her happy.
Because when you're happy, he's happy.
Winter Wonderland Sleepover!
#inbox#mir#col's winter wonderland sleepover#okay i feel like i went a little nutty with this one so sorry if it's bad LOL#ANYWAYS LOVE YOU MIR
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🎄 fic recs:
Okay so I have two that are not quite holiday fics, but they have cozy feels to them!
The first is a Bucky moder au that is equal parts subway meet cute and yearning (plus it was the first fic that actually made me like Peggy a little)
The second is a cute bakery/coffee shop au, but the twist is that you don't know who your mystery guy is until the end, ooooooh 😌
STOP both of these sound amazing and I'm going to read them ASAP??? Thank you for recommending them Rennie! :) <3
Fridays by @justsomebucky
The Adventures of Love Muffin and Coffee Shop Guy by @sunriserose1023
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can i get a no context ship please 🥺🧣 i am tired, like, all of the time, but that just means i love coffee and i'm always down for an evening in with a movie and cuddles. also i'm a really creative person and i make the best pancakes <3
literally anything for you my darling nika <3
I ship you with Sam :)
I feel like he would balance you out really well. He has the energy you need to be motivated to go out even if you're not feeling up for it, but is just as easily persuaded to stay in bed with you for the entire day because he could honestly stare at your beautiful, perfect, sleepy face for hours and never grow tired of it.
On those days, the only moment that he does decide to get out of bed (much to your displeasure) is to go make the two of you breakfast and coffee - with the espresso machine he bought you for your birthday. He'll come back with a feast of pancakes and bacon and fruit and put on a movie for you to enjoy. Once that's all done, and after some slow, lazy, intoxicating makeout/potential spicy times session, you inevitably wrap yourselves within each other's arms and take a mid-day nap, blissfully unaware of the world outside of this small oasis you've created together.
Winter Wonderland Sleepover
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i am all well and good!!! but i would LOVE to be shipped with any (bucky) marvel character (bucky) 🥺
(forgot the random fact but my random fact is that i just deadlifted 286lbs at the gym last week)
HELL YAS BABE KILLIN IT!!! You leave me no choice but to ship you with Personal Trainer!Bucky
His eyes landed on you the second you walked into his gym, and he hasn't been able to keep them off you since.
Bucky never acted like this, because he hated seeing asshole gym bros who harassed the women who dared to threaten their masculinity. And it wasn't like he was giving you creepy looks or making comments on your body to make you uncomfortable. On the contrary, he was so nervous about scaring you away that he never got closer than twenty feet from you for the first month you joined. That being said, he always knew where you were, and silently cheered you on every time you hit a new lifting record.
And if he ever heard guys make snide or inappropriate remarks, he'd smack the top of their heads.
The first time he said anything to you was something completely outside his control.
He was chatting with his work partner Steve, when all of a sudden his blond friend looked past his shoulder and muttered out a holy shit.
Bucky turned around to see you squatting down to grab the bar in front of you, and once he was done adding the number of weights you had on it in his head, his mouth dropped.
"Holy shit," he said in response, openly staring at you.
You took hold of the bar, muscles tensing as you took complete control of your body, making slow, deliberate movements.
Bucky's fist clenched as the bar lifted up an inch.
"Come on," he muttered.
It raised a little more before lowering back down, your shoulders collapsing. Then, after a few breaths, you tried again.
He took a step toward you. "Watch your back," he said to you without thinking, taking another step.
Your eyes locked on his through the mirror in front of you, keeping your focus on him as you lifted it a little higher than before.
Before he could stop himself, he was at your back, hands resting on your hips to stabilize you. The close proximity made him almost dizzy, and you nearly dropped the bar at the feel of his breath on the back of your neck.
"You got this," Bucky said into your ear, keeping a light, supportive hold on your body.
You took a deep breath, and Bucky knew you had it, lowering his hands as you stood up straight, holding the position for a few seconds before dropping the bar to the ground.
He beamed, hands moving up to massage your shoulders, eyes still on yours in the mirror.
"That was fucking awesome," he said, then, upon realizing that he had definitely crossed some boundary, lowered his hands, cheeks red from embarassment.
You turned around then, a cocky smile on your lips.
"I was wondering what it was going to take to get you to finally talk to me," you said, extending your hand out. "I'm Malin."
Bucky grinned, taking your hand in his and shaking it. "Bucky."
"Bucky," you responded, and he felt his heart flutter at the sound of his name on your lips. "How about you buy me a water to celebrate before you spot me some more."
He nodded. "Sounds like a plan."
Winter Wonderland Sleepover
#hi my name is col and i know nothing about weightlifting#which you can all probably tell from reading this LOL#i want to be strong and cool like malin :')#inbox#malin#col's winter wonderland sleepover
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🧣no context ship: im studying to be a librarian and have an affinity for energy drinks. do with this what u will (possibly a stranger things character if you have any ideas?)
ps. happy holidays and sending you nothing but happiness! this time of year is hard for lots of people so i'm sending love!!
I ship you with Eddie Munson! :)
The two of you are total night owls, staying up late into the evening watching horror movies and creating random, crazy DnD characters.
Right now you're volunteering at the local library as you study to get your degree in library sciences, and Eddie always makes a point to visit you at work, energy drink in hand. He'll then pull you to totally random sections and ask you to tell him about whatever book he decided to point at, grinning from ear to ear as you roll your eyes at this little game he plays with you.
Let us not forget secret makeout sessions between the stacks aka my favorite trope everrr lol.
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Happy holidays my beautiful Col ❤️💚 I also vaguely remember from last year that your birthday is in December so I hope you have a wonderful birthday my love (if it’s not just completely ignore that 😅). For your sleepover I wanted to recommend a Bucky fic I think you’d like, it’s called Post-It by @crazyunsexycool. If you’re ever in the mood for a college au that will melt your heart with fluff, this is the fic for you!
Awwww thank you Em!! Yes my birthday was last week so thank you!!
This fic sounds amazing!!!! I love Val and will definitely DEFINITELY give this one a read. :)
Post-It by @crazyunsexycool
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🧣No context ship
When I get nervous or I get really excited about something I tend to talk really fast to the point we’re it doesn’t sound like words whoever I’m talking to says breath and slow down usually also is is cheating if I ask you to tell me who you ship me with a stranger things/marvel character and a Bucky Barnes au
This sounds RIGHT up Baker!Bucky's alley :)
He honestly gets just as excited as you do when you tell him about a new movie coming out or a great thing that happened during your day as he ices cupcakes. Honestly, he could listen to you talk for hours on end and never get tired, and he loves that he has a job that allows him to work while spending some quality time with you.
During times that he can tell you're on edge, and the anxious tone in your voice starts to form, he'll wrap his arms around you from behind and gently guide you to the prep table. He takes your hand in his and lets you continue talking and unloading all of your emotions while using your hands to knead dough for bread. After a few minutes, your words slow, your mind eases, and you feel safe wrapped within his hold, your mind know focusing solely on pressing your fingers into the dough.
(he'd also give you some neck kisses during all of this because he can't help himself obvi)
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Hi hope you are doing good!
🧣 mhhh... I am in my mid twenties I have a master degree in history of arts I am European I love witchcraft/paganism, music, foreign cultures, books/fantasy worlds and TV series, I would like a ship with Bucky, one of the Bucky lol
Thanks xoxo
Cool!!! I would DEFINITELY have to ship you with Librarian!Bucky!
He was about to leave work for the day when he saw a MASSIVE pile of books on one of the tables, and decided to put them away. When he picked up a stack and saw you sitting behind it, nose deep in a book on crystals, he jumped back, surprised.
"I'm sorry," he stammered. "Didn't see you-"
You looked up from the book, eyes meeting his, and Bucky was an absolute goner.
And then, you had the audacity to smile, and he felt his knees start to buckle.
He used it as an excuse to lower to the chair in front of him, opening up the book at the top of the stack he had grabbed. "Whatcha readin'?" he asked.
Bucky never ended up getting home that day. He didn't mind, he just wanted to be around you for as long as possible. :)
Winter Wonderland Sleepover!
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🧣 hi loveeeeey!
I look way younger than my actual age. So most of the time, I shock them when they ask me serious questions and I answer it like a 40 year old. (I'm 25 btw).
Who do you think would be my ship in the Bucky Barnes AU! Thank youuuu! 💕
PS. CONTINUE being the amazing you! 😘
Ohhhh I love this! I would ship you with Librarian!Bucky
When he first saw you walk into the library, the giant stack of books he was carrying nearly fell out of his arms because he was so caught off guard by everyone you.
And he may have misshelved a few of those titles (a cardinal sin but he didn't seem to mind as much as he used to) so that he could stand in the same aisle as you and pretend to be busy.
Finally, you gave him a GIFT by picking up one of his favorite books, Song of Achilles. He couldn't help himself even if he wanted to.
"That's a fantastic book," he says, and the smile you give him in response has his knees on the verge of buckling.
The two of you ended up chatting for hours between the stacks of books, and Bucky had you write down your number on one of those library reserve slips that he now uses as a bookmark <3
Winter Wonderland Sleepover!
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🎅🏼 secret santa
@traitorjoelite is an angel. Funny, beautiful, kind, immensely talented, it really is so wonderful getting to be a small part of her life on here.
I looooove Tiff! So smart and talented and kind, also is low key the queen of sleepovers ;)
Some love for you @traitorjoelite <3<3<3
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