#foreverindreamlandd 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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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❄️🧸☃️🤎
𝐢 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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Tangle
Title: Tangle
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: Slight angst and mentions of depression, post-NWH
Summary: Several years after his memory is erased from the planes of existence, Peter lets himself fade into the background of another holiday season.
A/N: For those who aren’t from there, the “T” is a nickname for the subway in Boston. This fic is also part of @foreverindreamlandd‘s Winter Wonderland Sleepover. As always, thank you for reading and supporting me. I hope you enjoy! Dividers are by @firefly-graphics
Slush sloshed around Peter’s boots as he trudged through the streets of Boston. He’d spent most of his day holed up in the library studying for his engineering class. His watch read 6:00, which meant that he only had an hour to get home, change into his work uniform, and head to the restaurant for his shift. If he was lucky, the T wouldn’t be as packed as it was the night before and he’d actually get there on time tonight.
Somewhere up ahead, carolers sang in four-part harmony, something about snowflakes or candles in windows. Their voices clashed with the bellringer at the corner in the opposite direction, worsening the headache that had been creeping up on Peter since hour three at the library.
Peter kept his head down and his hands in his pockets as he walked to the station. All around him, the crowds surged, buzzing with excitement, but he just couldn’t feel it, not this year. The holidays had always been something he’d looked forward to. He’d spend weeks making plans for winter break with MJ, Ned, and May until every moment was crafted to be as enjoyable as possible. The plans usually went out the window once break actually arrived, but thinking back, it was the time he’d spent with his family and friends that he’d really enjoyed, not the plan itself. Years ago, Mr. Stark had taken him out for dinner. No one had been able to know about it, of course, but it had been one of the highlights of that Christmas. It had gotten him into the holiday spirit more than anything else.
He had no reason to travel home for his Christmas break this year, even though most of his classmates were. He didn’t have the option, really, because his boss had scheduled him to work both Christmas Eve and Christmas. Even if he was able, however, Peter wouldn’t have gone back to Queens. There was nothing there for him now except the memories he’d made and a lot of pain. Three years had passed and grief still ripped through him with every thought of his life in New York, both good and bad. Lately, he’d had to bury himself in working and studying to keep from getting caught up in the memories of Christmas past. They were an ever-present knot in his stomach, like the Christmas lights he and May would have to untangle every year.
A wave of heat hit the center of his chest and Peter stepped back, forced into the person behind him by a body against his front. The woman grabbed onto his shoulders, shouting a much-too-loud apology into his ear as she tried to regain her footing on the slippery sidewalk. Instinctively, Peter’s hands went to her waist, holding onto her through her wool coat even as her cup of hot cocoa seeped into the fabric of his favorite sweatshirt.
“I am so sorry,” she apologized again, this time clutching the lapels of his open jacket. After a second, she released him and stepped out of his grasp, taking in the damage she’d done. The woman winced, then met his gaze. “I’m sorry. I slipped. I can give you money for dry cleaning, that looks expensive…”
Peter shook his head and forced a small smile. “It’s not, and it’s fine, really.”
“I know, but I—” She groaned. She looked pained, like she was the one wearing the piping hot hot chocolate. “I just feel really bad. I’m trying to be a better person, you know, with the holidays and all that, and this kinda ruined my streak.”
Unable to help himself, Peter snorted. The woman frowned and froze, looking a little offended. He lifted his hands in an apology of his own.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “but it ruined your streak?”
She crossed her arms. “Yeah, it ruined my streak. I’ve gone three whole days without knocking someone over.”
It was endearing how upset she was about the whole incident, but it was hard to have any kind of conversation in the middle of a city sidewalk. Peter didn’t want this to end, so he reached out for her elbow and gently guided her towards a storefront, away from the flow of traffic.
“Three days, huh? I must be bad luck,” he replied, sticking his hands back into his pockets. His chest was warm from the hot chocolate, but his fingers were freezing. He needed to buy a new pair of gloves. The old ones had gotten frozen to a fire escape last night after he’d tried to stay warmer while stalking out a bodega. He’d spilled water onto them without realizing and the gloves were completely destroyed by the time he got himself free. Peter made a mental note to improve the fabric of the suit next time he remade it so he wouldn’t be as cold. Each winter he’d spent here seemed to be colder than the last.
The woman shrugged with a small, shy smile. The Christmas lights in the window beside her lit up her face and Peter could’ve sworn that he knew her from somewhere, but then she shifted and the shadows moved, and it was like she was a completely different person.
“You’re not so bad.” She paused, smiling at him for a moment longer before pulling her gloved hand from her pocket for him to shake. “I’m Y/N.”
“Peter,” he replied, shaking it. He stuck his hands back in his pockets right away. “I think I owe you a new hot chocolate.”
“You don’t owe me anything, but if you really want to give me something, you could give me your number.”
He blinked. She was still smiling and from the brief time since he’d met her, he hadn’t sensed anything dishonest about her, but it was weird having someone being so forward with him. The only people who had been upfront with him lately had been angry customers, and the only thing they wanted from him was his resignation, a refund, or new food. The knot in his stomach relaxed just a little.
“My number?” he repeated, unsure if he’d actually heard her correctly.
She nodded. “Yeah. I mean, if you want. You just… seem nice. And you’re cute.” She shrugged and glanced towards the people walking past. A little girl with her hair in two little buns was pulling her dad down the sidewalk and her smile brightened as she watched them pass by, then disappear down the street. Y/N looked back at him. “I’ve been trying to find someone to go with me to this Christmas thing for work, but all of my friends are busy. I thought about dating apps but… I don’t know. There’s something about you that I can’t place, but you seem like an honest guy.”
“Wait, so you’re just inviting me to this thing even though you don’t— Sorry.” Peter quickly stepped away from the door to another store, moving into Y/N’s space. She didn’t back away, she only smiled at him and nodded for him to continue. “Even though we just met?” he finished.
Y/N shrugged again. “I guess. It’s just ice skating and hot chocolate, it’s not anything fancy. There’ll be lots of other people there since it’s a public rink. The only reason I’m really going is because our boss is nicer to us if she sees us at company events once and a while. I’ve gotta hit my quota for the year.”
Again, Peter snorted. She had a thing for setting little goals for herself, it was cute.
“Are you laughing at me, Peter?”
He froze, his smile instantly wiped off his face. The small smile she tried to hide, however, was enough to tell him that she’d only been teasing. His heart cracked a little as a memory of MJ and May’s teasing slipped past his usually ever-present defenses, but he managed to keep up appearances long enough to dig out his phone and hand it over. She traded with him and he quickly typed himself to her contact with red, frozen thumbs.
“I’ll text you later, okay?” she asked, and he nodded. “Bye, Peter!”
Y/N disappeared into the masses, leaving him standing alone in front of the Polish deli. Inside, the lights shone warmly down onto the customers and employees alike, and the evergreen garland bordering the window screamed that it was almost Christmas. The weight of it all didn’t feel so heavy now, however, and he found himself smiling a little when laughter from the two men behind the counter echoed even out onto the street. String lights blinking beside him in the window reminded him once again of his recent lack of cheer, but the knot in his stomach didn’t feel as tight anymore. He had room for a little celebration now. Ice skating and hot chocolate sounded like the best way to do that.
His watch beeped and Peter groaned. He didn’t need to look to know that he was going to be late for his shift. His pay would be docked again. It wasn’t the first time, and he’d get by without the money, but he needed his boss to like him. He didn’t want to work at the restaurant forever, which meant he needed a good recommendation. Every stepping stone was important, even if he didn’t like it. All he needed to do was stay on this one until one of his internship applications was accepted.
A week later, Peter waited on the edges of the crowd at the outdoor ice rink. The speakers blared Christmas pop music overhead, but he’d tuned it out as he people-watched. He’d gotten to the ticket booth earlier than he’d expected. Thankfully, there was an open spot on a wall nearby that he could lean against until he was supposed to meet Y/N.
“Peter! Hey! Sorry, am I late?”
At the sound of her voice, he straightened and turned, searching for her. When he finally saw her pushing her way through the people loitering outside the entrance, he shook his head.
“I was really early,” he reassured her.
She finally popped out of the crowd and into the empty space beside him, smiling. “Okay, good. How long have you been standing here? It’s freezing out!”
Y/N was decked out in the same winter jacket as the first time they’d met. She’d added a beanie, scarf, and a different pair of gloves now that Boston’s winter weather had really bared its claws. Peter shuffled a little, tucking his hands back into his pockets. The cold bothered him less than some, but tonight it bit at him like it had teeth. Even so, her presence was like a warm beam of light, and just joining her made him feel a little more optimistic about the days ahead. He wasn’t sure how she made him feel better without even doing anything, but he didn’t care.
“Not too long,” he replied, though it had been almost an hour since he’d arrived. He hadn’t wanted to be late, and he knew that if he’d gone home after his shift he’d fall asleep. His boss had been ruthless since he was late again last week.
Appeased, Y/N nodded and looped her arm with his, pulling him towards the entrance to the rink. “I have to admit,” she said, glancing at him as they joined the end of the line, “I’m not actually good at this.”
“At what?”
“Ice skating. I haven’t been in years, not since I moved here from New York.”
Peter paused, pulling his gaze away from the skaters he’d been watching to focus back on her. “You used to live in New York?”
Y/N nodded, smiling a little as she hummed in confirmation. “Yeah, I grew up there. I moved here for college, but I ended up withdrawing last year. MIT just wasn’t for me.”
He smiled back. It was the first real smile he’d had all day, and it felt good. Life’s burdens suddenly felt a little bit lighter knowing that they have something in common. The knot unraveled even more.
“I grew up in Queens,” he told her. “You?”
Her smile grew wide as the line stopped, and she let go of his arm to face him fully. “No kidding! Me too! Where’d you go to school?”
“Mid—”
“Midtown Tech?” she finished, grabbing his arm again with both hands. “Me too! Wait, when did you graduate?”
The lump in his throat returned and Peter swallowed thickly. He tried to keep his face neutral, but he felt his jaw clench against the tears that welled up in his eyes despite his best efforts. He looked away from her then, staring back at the rink bordered by string lights and families crowding around the benches.
“Um, I ended up just getting my GED. There was a lot going on my senior year and I just…” He trailed off as the lump choked him, and Y/N’s grip on his arm turned gentle.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain.”
He nodded, grateful for her empathy, but a little embarrassed nonetheless.
“I graduated three years ago,” she chimed in. “You know, that year with all the Spider-Man and Mysterio stuff? I remember that everyone’s projects that year were about that. Someone even started a club to try and figure out his identity. It was crazy. It did get old after a while, though.”
So that was how he recognized her. She’d been in his chemistry class. Y/N had been the girl who always sat by the window, first by choice and then by instruction. They’d never talked, though he’d always admired the projects that she did.
Scoffing lightly, Peter forced a small smile. “That sounds crazy. That’s the year I dropped out. That must’ve all happened after I left.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Y/N’s voice was soft and she didn’t say anything more as the line moved up again. They were next, and when they reached the booth, Peter reached for his wallet. Money was tight, but he knew that May would be chewing him out if he didn’t at least offer to pay.
Y/N shook her head at him and turned to the teen behind the counter. She handed him cash and he passed them their skates without another word. It was odd that they had to pay for a work party, Peter thought, but he didn’t say anything. Maybe she had to pay to bring him as her plus one, and he didn’t want to make her think he was ungrateful that she’d paid. He wanted this to go well.
Once on the rink, Peter realized that Y/N truly hadn’t been lying about her skills. While he hadn’t been skating since he was a kid, it felt a lot like swinging from one of his webs, and he picked it up after only a few minutes. Y/N, on the other hand, wobbled and tripped her way around each lap. She didn’t improve even after several trips around the edge of the rink.
“I’m really sorry,” she laughed as he carefully guided her with both hands.
Peter skated backwards, his senses on high alert as he helped maneuver her around the other couples and the kids skating at full-speed. “It’s okay,” he answered. She almost fell again, but he helped steady her, crouching down with her as she regained her center of balance. “It’s not your fault they chose ice skating. Have you seen your boss yet?”
“Who?” She glanced up from watching her feet, met his eyes, then looked back down again as one of her feet started to turn out a little too far. “Oh, right. Um, no, I haven’t seen her.”
“We could take a break. Maybe she’s by the hot chocolate stand.”
Her expression was nothing but relief and he laughed as she let go of his hand to hang onto the thick wooden wall. “You’re an angel, Peter, truly. An angel sent down from heaven.”
He laughed and after a moment, he switched to skate beside her and continued leading her around the ice until they reached the exit closest to the small snack bar. After taking off their skates, they made their way over and joined the line. Peter stayed quiet so she could focus on looking for her boss, but Y/N simply checked the time on her phone, pulled out her wallet, and looked ahead at the menu.
“Any luck finding her?” he finally asked.
Y/N ducked her head down, suddenly interested in aligning the ends of her scarf, and Peter felt suspicion tighten in his chest. “Huh? Oh. Um…”
“Y/N?” he prompted, and she sighed.
“I lied,” she replied, lifting her head. She winced and clutched her phone and wallet against her coat, drawing in and away from him. “I’m really sorry. I don’t actually have a work party here tonight.”
All of Peter’s senses dialed up to high alert and he frowned, glancing around. “Then why ask me to come with you to one? Why invite a complete stranger to a fake party? Is this just for fun, so you can tell all your friends and laugh about me later?”
“No! No, I would never laugh about you, Peter! You’re great, I just–” She let out a frustrated growl and stepped forward as the line moved, then quickly shook her head and stepped out of the queue. Peter followed her as she pushed her way through the crowds toward the edge of the cordoned-off area. Y/N stopped near the barrier of evergreen trees that separated the temporary ice skating rink from the rest of the city.
She turned to face him, sighing heavily and dropping her hands to her sides. “You were cute, okay? And I really wanted to ask you out on a date but I had just spilled hot chocolate all over you and I panicked. I made up a story in the hopes that it would make you feel bad and come out with me instead of saying no.”
Peter stared at her for a moment, his hands shoved in his pockets, then looked around. This area of the rink was less crowded. A trash can near the corner of the makeshift cafe and an unoccupied picnic table dulled the Christmas cheer, making the world feel a little colder, a little grayer, and Peter suddenly felt a little less like being out and about. If he hadn’t been so excited for the date with Y/N, he would’ve gone home and studied some more to distract himself from the holidays. He had friends from class, sure, and people that he talked with at work, but his past and his present made it hard for him to celebrate like he used to, like he wanted to. The knot tightened again, slowly tangling around itself and making his stomach clench with grief as he tried to find the words to say.
“So you wanted a sympathy date?” he finally asked, his voice quiet.
Y/N fervently shook her head. “No. No! God, no.” She held her gloved hands up, her phone still held against her palm with one thumb. “No, I wanted a real date with you, Peter. I just don’t normally ask out strangers and my mind went blank. I didn’t even really process what I’d said and done until after we’d gone our separate ways. I am so, so sorry. If you want to go home, I totally understand. I’ll buy you a hot chocolate and whatever else you want and we can part ways and you’ll never have to see or hear from me again.”
Her embarrassment wasn’t subtle and, ironically, Peter felt his gut twist with sympathy of his own. He understood what it was like to not know what to say or do. He felt that way all the time—most of the time, actually. He stared down at his shoes for a minute. The slush created by the outdoor heaters has left a wet shine on his boots, and he’s thankful that May raised him to buy a good pair of shoes that would keep up with all his walking. His feet would be cold and sore by now if she hadn’t drilled that thought into his brain.
“I think I’ll take you up on that hot chocolate,” he said after a few moments, and Y/N nodded. Her eyes were glossy with tears and Peter could see the reflection of the string lights on the evergreens in them. His stomach dropped a little further. The knot rolled to the bottom, heavy and filled with too many twists and turns for him to unravel alone.
“We should get back in line then,” she murmured.
Peter nodded, following her. They joined the end of the line, keeping some distance between them, and both of them kept their hands in their pockets as they stood together in silence. All around them, the cheerful activities continued on, but the joy didn’t quite reach Peter’s heart.
Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and he turned to look at her. “Do you want to go for a walk after this?”
Y/N lifted her head, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. “What?”
“Once we get our hot chocolate,” Peter nodded towards the cafe, which was now only a few feet away, “Do you want to go for a walk? One of my co-workers said that there’s supposed to be a bunch of cool lights nearby. It’s supposed to be one of the best light displays on the east coast. It won like four Guinness World Records.”
She blinked, frowned, and then shook her head. “Wait, you actually want to stay? You’re not just going to go home after all this?”
Peter shrugged. He didn’t know how to explain everything going through his head. It would take too long and reveal too much, and he’d never talked to anyone about what had happened at the Statue of Liberty all those years ago. So, he’d start with the small stuff: work, classes, Christmas. Hot cocoa. Christmas lights. Midtown Tech and New York City.
After a moment, Y/N nodded, her expression still slightly unsure. “Okay. I’d like that, Peter.”
“Me too,” he replied.
The knot loosened.
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hello friends! i recently hit 2k and wanted to do something to celebrate! i've done a lot of sleepovers and such but only one writing challenge, and i wanted to try it out again.
being on here, despite any ups and downs i've, has been a loving and safe space for me. being able to make new friends and have a creative outlet has been amazing. i want to thank every single one of you that follows me, i never thought i would have one hundred followers, let alone two thousand of you. you all are the reason i'm still here, and the reason i decide to stay
thank you so much to @demxters for helping me out with this! i'm so grateful for you
you can find the masterlist for this challenge here!
rules:
- this challenge, as always, is 18+ only. minors please dni.
- please no dark fics or anything including waterspouts, scat, non/dubcon, incest/stepcest, underage relationships between characters, suicide or self harm, eating disorders, or anything involving sexual assault
- please tag me in your work as well as tagging the post #sweet as sugar challenge. if you have tagged me and i haven't reader within two days, please send me a message or link because i may have missed it!
- message me or send me any ask if you have any other questions!
- this challenge will last from friday november 4th to saturday december 31st. i understand some people write slower so if you need more time please don't hesitate to reach out! whenever you can! i don’t want to rush anyone and there’s plenty of time for everyone to write :)
- i will be posting a masterlist and updating it as i read finished fics
2 large eggs
choose 1-2 characters to write your fic about. this can be any combination of a poly/hinged relationship or character x character. however, i do not read for sambucky (as a couple) or buckynat (in any capacity). any other combination of characters should be fine, but if you have any questions feel free to message me
characters can include:
- any mcu characters
- any sebastian stan characters besides tommy lee, jeff gillooly, or steve kemp
- any chris evans characters besides curtis everett (i will also accept rpf for chris evans only)
- misc characters: steve harrington and matt murdock
3 cups of flour
choose one au to set your fic in or you can write in the mcu universe
aus to choose from:
- modern au
- college au
- decade specific au (70s, 80s, etc)
- coffee shop au
- abo au
- band/singer/celebrity au
- soulmate au
- athlete au
- royal au
- detective/fbi au
- summer camp au
- teacher/professor au
- bookstore au
1 cup of sugar
choose 1-2 tropes to include within your fic. at least one must be included.
tropes to choose from:
- the classic "only one bed"
- friends to lovers
- friends with benefits to lovers
- enemies to lovers
- exes (back) to lovers
- roommates
- grumpy x sunshine
- fake dating
- tutor x jock
- hero x villain
- neighbors
- sibling's best friend/best friend's sibling
- established relationship
- strangers to lovers
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
your fic can be any combination of smut, fluff, or angst, or only one if you prefer. once again, please no dark fics
toppings (optional)
this can be anything extra you want to your fic, such as moodboards, playlists, etc
tagging some mutuals but no pressure!!
@pellucid-constellations @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare @treatbuckywkisses @sweetascanbee @sweetdreamsbuck @bucky-barmes @thornsnvultures @inklore @irisofeden @smokeinherperfume @abovethesmokestacks @imaginearyparties @lilacletter @fandoms-writings @writing-for-marvel @foreverindreamlandd @jadedvibes @atlaese @nacho-bucky @sidepartskinnyjeans @navybrat817 @lavendercitizen @scrumptious-delusion @emerald-chaos @bubblebuckys
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Welcome to my milestone sleepover/new year celebration!
I just want to say thank you to everyone who is supporting my little blog and my writings and ramblings, I love you all so much and I’m blown away that there are 1500 of you 🥹🫶🏼
Anyone is welcome to send asks, and there's no limit to how many you can send. You must be 18+ to follow me so you must also be 18+ to participate. Minors DNI.
I plan on holding a writing challenge probably next month. I just moved cross country so I need to wait for things to settle for that, but it will happen!
The sleepover will last from today, Jan. 9th to Jan. 31st!
💎 Rare gems
Show some love to your fave fics and their authors by sending in some recommendations!
📝 Wip Asks
Send in from 1 - 5 of this emoji and that gets you that many lines from one of my wips! Or send me a word, and I'll find a line in a random wip with that word!
🗒 Ask the Author
Ask me anything you want about something I've written!
📖 Book talk
Tell me about your favorite book, and why it’s your favorite <3
💌 Secret admirers
Anonymously (or not!) send a love letter to your favorite tumblr person!
🎶 Karaoke
Send a song recommendation or I'll put my liked songs on shuffle and send you which one played first!
⚔️ Duel time
Tell me an unpopular opinion of yours and I'll tell you if I agree or not.
🔮 Pick a card, any card
Send me a card from these tarot asks!
🎟 Tickets, please
Recommend a movie, or send me a genre and I'll rec you one!
🎥 CYM
Send me a piece of media and i’ll cast my mutuals as it’s characters <3
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Tagging some mutuals but absolutely no pressure!
@treatbuckywkisses @sweetascanbee @sweetdreamsbuck @foreverindreamlandd @real-jane @shamevillain @historygeekfics @sidepartskinnyjeans @mutual-monsters @captainsimagines @thepsychewrites @carrotfantasimp @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare @lfaewrites @targaryenvampireslayer @thornsnvultures @dreamlessinparis @melomaniac3407 @writing-for-marvel @heavenlybarnes @poetic-fiasco @sunshinemunchkin @purpleshallot @youknowwhatted @matchamunson @babyboibucky @bucksangel @buckybleu @traitorjoelite @chloelucia13 @muditaforbucky @shadytalementality @adarasink @missraion @sourswtchblade
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hello! welcome to imaginareyparties’s eight crazy nights! grab a dreidel and some latkes, because i’m going to be doing a sleepover all hanukkah long!
[01] basic info
when | sun. dec. 18 at 4:00 pm ct - mon. dec. 26 at 4:00 pm ct
who | anyone is allowed to participate! you don’t have to follow me and it’s totally valid to stay on anon.
[02] guidelines
asks can be fluff, angst, whump, etc. i don’t post 18+ content on this blog, so the steamiest you’ll get is something pg-13 ish.
i will only write for adult characters with adult characters (we could maybe talk if the relationship is platonic but still, assume adults).
i’ll write for pretty much any mcu character (that isn’t a nazi) and any ship that doesn’t involve minors!
i’d especially appreciate asks that are about hanukkah or aren’t about christmas. i’ll fill christmas prompts to the best of my ability, but i’m hoping this event will be a little bit of a respite from all the christmas content that’s everywhere on my dash this time of year. thank you in advance for your understanding <3
[03] ask formats
💙 | dreidel drabbles
drabbles - send me a dialogue or song lyric prompt + a character or ship you wanna see it with! (ex. bucky + “put on your yarmulke, it’s time for hanukkah”). for my own sanity i’m gonna limit it to 1k words or less per drabble.
🔥| shamash ships
ships - send me some info about you (will be posted publicly) and i’ll set you up with an mcu character to break your heart (please specify gender preferences)
🕎 | hannukiah headcanons
headcanons - send me a character or ship and i’ll tell you some headcanons i have for them (optional: add a prompt to get my creative juices flowing).
✨ | gelt-y pleasures
ask me anything - if you have ever wondered anything about me now is your chance to ask! could be fmk, or something about my fics, or really anything else!
🔨 | maccabee moodboards
moodboards - send me a concept (ex. stucky art museum date, namor + dark academia, a fic you’ve written) and i will make you a 3x3 moodboard!
i’ll be tagging everything with #ip8nights
tagging some moots i’d like to beat at dreidel:
@foreverindreamlandd @sweetascanbee @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare @traitorjoelite @aphrogeneias @auroracalisto @hellotvshowtrash @tripleyeeet @treatbuckywkisses @lunar-month-library @real-jane @thornsnvultures @jadedvibes @buckyshairography @sanguineterrain @sweetdreamsbuck @blushstories @bubbly-moonwarrior
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Once Upon a Blog
Em’s one year blogiversary
Header and dividers by @rookthorne and credit to @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for the celebration name
Hi all, so this Friday 19th August marks my one year on Tumblr! I’ve had so many wonderful interactions during my first year here and have met so many lovely people who l am proud to call friends
In celebration of this milestone I thought I’d do something I haven’t done before - a sleepover! I’ve chosen a Disney/fairytale theme because sleepovers with my irl friends consist of binging both Disney and Marvel movies, and I wanted to combine two of my favourite things for this event!
My blog and this event are strictly 18+
The sleepover starts now and will finish up on Monday 22nd August
Please keep your asks to only marvel, CE and SS characters (excluding Tommy Lee and Jeff Gillooly)
Be our guest - ask me anything! Let’s discuss life, fics, thots, headcanons - anything!
I’ve got a dream - FMK (kiss or kill depending on if you’re in a violent mood), OVA or choose from these alternatives
Ohana means family - cast your mutuals as…
You’ll be in my heart - would you rather / this or that
A whole new world - match the trope: send me some of your favourite writing tropes (ie. fake dating, mutual pining, etc.) along with the same number of your favourite characters; I’ll match the character and the trope & give you small explanation as to why I paired them
We’re all mad here - any other game of your choosing! I really just want you guys to come interact and celebrate with me!
Song as old as rhyme - I’ll shuffle my playlist and give you a random song recommendation, along with my favourite line from the song
I won’t say I’m in love - (for mutuals only) send a 💌 to my ask box and I’ll write you a little love letter
Second star to the right - ask me for fic or author recs! I always adore giving recommendations and helping spread the fan fic love!
And straight on till morning - I’d love to hear your fic recs! Drabbles, one shots, series - I love them all! Your own fics or someone else’s that you loved!
No pressure tagging some mutuals under the cut
@demonpoxballad @asgardwinter @imaginearyparties @rogersevans @just-dreaming-marvel @mayasreadingnook @foreverindreamlandd @fluffycutecevans @rosepetalsinwinter @blackwidownat2814 @buckys-dollface @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @moongoddessmox @buckysbirdie @fluffyprettykitty @aphrogeneias @navybrat817 @bxcketbarnes @obsidianvibranium @crazyunsexycool @wint3r-h3art @jobean12-blog @summerofsnowflakes @dilemmaontwolegs @bucky-barnes-diaries @late-to-the-party-81 @sanguineterrain @sweetascanbee @thornsnvultures @beach-daydreaming @seitmai @s-tarksintern @rookthorne @nana1000night @mellifluousmusings @intrepidacious @snufflet
#once upon a blog#blogiversary#blogiversary sleepover#sleepover#sleepover games#games#Chris evans#Sebastian Stan#marvel#marvel sleepover
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welcome, friend, to nika's follower appreciation invite only casual sleepover / gala for friends potluck 🖤
i reached another follower milestone a couple of weeks ago and decided it was about time for another sleepover!! and what better way to do it than in true nika style: a little odd, a little whimsy, and in reference to one of my favourite pieces of media ever created. (along with food metaphors.)
but enough preamble, time for everyone's favourite part: the rules
you don't have to follow me to participate but i will remind you that my blog is 18+ only so if you're a minor: please stay away <3
the sleepover will go from december 13th through december 20th
what are we going to be up to, you ask? well, lovely link you have here. you should click it.
🗡 don't do murder
the classic sleepover games: fmk and would you rather. we will, in fact, be doing murder. to the vault!! right?
🥪 a lie sandwich
tell me two truths and a lie and i have to guess, or turn it around and guess mine
😶 the rare blank character card
send me a thing and i will cast my mutuals
❤️ a good time!
send me a character and a situation and i will write you some headcanons about them. alternatively, you could send me an AU and i'll tell you which character i could see in it!!
🎞 so, hella motive
send me a character and a prompt and i'll write a seven sentence drabble for you
🍷 a spirit for a spirit
here, i will recommend you a fic, a book, a movie, a writer, whatever you want
🎩 haunt these halls no more
if you've ever had burning questions about my wips and/or my writing, this is the category for you
🫀 it was always you
send me a random fact about yourself and i will tell you which character i ship you with (feel free to specify if you want a character au or if you have gender preferences)
💀 way harsh, wilde
we love unpopular opinions. send me yours and i'll tell you mine
🔮 séancing isn't a word
ask me a question and i'll pull some tarot cards for you. (disclaimer: i haven't done this in a while and my cards get very rude sometimes lmao)
✨ just getting a sense of everyone's auras
i had so much fun reading everyone's astrological big three to bits last time, so we're gonna do it again!! if you want to send me your big six, that's also fine with me
⚜️ several strongly worded poems
mutuals only category <3 i will write you a personalised letter on why i think you're an amazing and wonderful person. you're all doing very good work on yourselves, and that's important
🍜 right in the soup!
ask me anything that doesn't fit into the categories above!! tell me about your day!! did you bake something recently? do you have any pets? lmk
no pressure tagging some of my wonderful moots <3
@traitorjoelite @sweetascanbee @marvelettesassemblenow @daisyprouvaire @imaginearyparties @foreverindreamlandd @aphrogeneias @demxters @sanguineterrain @treatbuckywkisses @writing-for-marvel @jadedvibes @wildlivelychild @youremyfriend-youremymission @abovethesmokestacks @rookthorne @lavendercitizen @jesterstrange
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LAYLA'S 500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION!
hello all! so i recently hit 500 followers (yay) and i decided to host a writing challenge! partly because i've always wanted to have one and partly because sleepovers intimidate me, haha. i wanted to make it representative of my interests and blog as a whole, so i thought, why not make it poetry inspired?
LOVE IN VERSE.
what is it? the love in verse writing challenge is simple: write a fic inspired by your favorite poem! there should also be an element of love involved, though it doesn't necessarily have to be romantic!
RULES / GUIDELINES.
how can i enter? send me an ask telling me you'd like to participate, so i have a general idea of how many fics to expect. once you publish your fic, tag it with #loveinversewritingchallenge and tag me somewhere on the post! i will read and reblog each fic, and create a masterlist once the challenge is finished. anyone is welcome to enter!
who can i write for? you can write for any mcu character you'd like, the batman, and eddie munson (because he's my new obsession lol).
when do i need to finish my fic? the challenge is open beginning today and will officially end on july 31st (i write at a snail's pace myself, so i made sure to give y'all plenty of time). i will create a masterlist after that date with all the fics, BUT you can still enter a piece any time after that! i'll be adding late entries to the masterlist as i receive them.
anything i can't write? anything i'm uncomfortable reading, including: noncon, dubcon, incest, etc. smut is allowed, but it must be explicitly tagged as 18+ (and you, the writer, should also be 18+). if there are any nsfw works, they will be labeled so on the masterlist.
how long does it need to be? there is no minimum or maximum word count, but fics longer than 300 words should include the read more feature!
NOW FOR THE FUN PART!
i am aware that not everyone is a huge fan of poetry, but if you're at all interested in this challenge, i imagine you have some appreciation for the written word. your "poem" doesn't have to be a poem in the traditional sense; it can just be a particularly beautiful quote that resonated with you, a line from your favorite book, song lyrics, etc. no matter what, though, you must link your "poem" in the beginning of your fic. i want to read what inspired y'all!
if you're totally lost, here are three poems i love with all my heart:
"from blossoms" by li-young lee
"filling spice jars as your wife" by kai coggin
"love waltz with fireworks" by kelli russell agodon
and the best site to scroll for poems!
i'm so excited to read what you all come up with <3
tagging some mutuals (no pressure, though, of course!): @sweetascanbee @sweetdreamsbuck @belladonnabarnes @imaginearyparties @aphrogeneias @asgardwinter @atlaese @ambrosiase @inklore @etherealthors @fandoms-writings @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare @blushingbucky @lovelybarnes @foreverindreamlandd @majestyeverlasting @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @sightiff @bubblebuckys @buckystarlight
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it's hard to believe that it's been an entire year since i posted my very first fic on this account. it feels like so much longer and at the same time like no time has passed at all. despite all the ups and downs that i've had on here, with my writing and otherwise, i am so so grateful for this community and all the friends i've made on here.
i'm big on celebrating, so i thought i could do a little sleepover in honor of my one year anniversary! since tomorrow (july 14th) is my official post date, i won't be answering asks until then, but feel free to start sending them as soon as you want! i'll keep answering asks all weekend, until sunday july 17th. i will be out of town all weekend, so these will likely be answered later in the evening in bulk rather than through out the day, but i will get to all of them!!
thank you so much to everyone who has ever supported me on here, your encouragement and comments are the reason i'm still around. thank you @pellucid-constellations for being my best friend in the whole world. if tumblr brought me anything, i'm so glad it was you. and another special thanks to @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare, not only for helping me so much with this sleepover, but being my constant hype woman and spring board for ideas, even when i don't think i deserve it. i could type out paragraphs for every single one of you but i really think i would cry, so i'll leave it at those two
so without further ado, here's the setup of the sleepover:
- you don’t have to be following me to participate and feel free to send as many asks as you like!!
📰 local news: i'll put my everyday playlist on shuffle and rec you a song!
📰 international news: send me any recommendations you have for tv shows, movies, books, songs, etc!
📰 entertainment: any of your typical sleepover games! (fmk, would you rather, top 5 or anything else you can think of!)
📰 society pages: send me any cast your mutuals (or share some hot gossip ;)
📰 comic strips: send me a song, aesthetic, or prompt + a character (or not!) and i'll make a lil moodboard based on it
📰 sports: send me a description of yourself/a fun fact + a fandom (marvel or stranger things) and i'll ship you with a character!
📰 advice column: anonymously (or not) send me any burning questions you have about love, life, etc (do not take anything i say seriously, please)
📰 classifieds: recommend some of your own fics or just some fics you love! i read everything from marvel to stranger things to star wars to harry potter, so pretty much anything is fair game if you wanna shout yourself or someone else out!
📰 letter to the editor: ask me any questions you have about fics i've written, any WIPs, writing in general, or just any questions you may have about me as a person!
no pressure tagging some mutuals <3
@sweetdreamsbuck @sweetascanbee @foreverindreamlandd @spidderboy @fandoms-writings @writing-for-marvel @softlysteven @lilacletter @treatbuckywkisses @smokeinherperfume @abovethesmokestacks @aphrogeneias @jadedvibes @atlaese @bemine-bucky @inklore @majestyeverlasting @asgardwinter @bubblebuckys
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this just in: a little birdie told me we were due to celebrate the holidays and i know just the fix. join me from sunday, december 18th to wednesday, december 21st for a sleepover that’s sure to be remembered.
dirty rotten scandals - any sleepover games! (fmk, would you rather, top 5, etc.)
new york, i love you - ratings! send me a [blank] and i'll rate it (this can be anything from a trope to a type of food, idc)
xoxo - love letters! for mutuals, send me an ask and i'll wax poetic about my love for you. alternatively, anyone can anonymously send me a love letter about your favorite blog and i'll tag them!
it girl, interrupted - recs! this can be songs, books, fics, anything you want. you can rec something to me or ask and i'll give you my own recs.
petty in pink - moodboards! send me a character, song, aesthetic, etc. and i'll make a moodboard based on it.
it's a wonderful lie - unpopular opinions! tell me yours or ask me about mine, we're all haters here.
reversals of fortune - seven sentences! send me any prompt and a character and i'll write a seven sentence blurb based on it. please refer to my seven sentence sunday post for more information.
you've got yale! - ask the author! i'm here to answer any questions about my writing, wips, series, or any burning personal questions you may have about me.
no pressure tagging some mutuals <3
@itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare @demxters @sweetascanbee @sweetdreamsbuck @foreverindreamlandd @imaginearyparties @fandoms-writings @writing-for-marvel @smokeinherperfume @abovethesmokestacks @inklore @atlaese @lilacletter @lilacevans @treatbuckywkisses @aphrogeneias @pellucid-constellations @thornsnvultures
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hey guys! so my birthday is this friday, and i wanted to do something to celebrate. i know i've done a lot of sleepovers and random things like moodboards and playlists, and i've always had so much fun with those because it gives me a chance to express and share my creativity outside of writing.
so for this celebration, i wanted to combine two things i've done in the past, and make album covers, playlists, and graphic for different fics (i'll post an example i made for @intrepidacious !!)
so all you have to do is send me and ask with a fic and it's link attached. it could be one of your own, one of mine, or just one from someone else that you really love.
since it'll be my 21st, i understandable won't be on tumblr much this weekend, so this little shindig will go from sunday september 11th to thursday september 15th. i also work every day until my birthday, so while i would really love to get to all of them this week, depending on how many there i may not be able to. however, i'll start up again on monday the 19th to finish whatever may be left in my ask box.
below the cut i'm gonna tag some friends (no pressure at all!!) as well as include the example i did for my sweet nika's series, time after time, which i highly recommend!!
@treatbuckywkisses @bucksangel @chrisdrysdale @sweetascanbee @sweetdreamsbuck @foreverindreamlandd @imaginearyparties @pellucid-constellations @lilacletter @fandoms-writings @writing-for-marvel @cityofstqrs @smokeinherperfume @aphrogeneias @spidderboy @pellucid-constellations @atlaese @emerald-chaos @bubblebuckys @navybrat817 @nacho-bucky @irisofeden @m4tthewmurd0ck @jadedvibes
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😶 the rare blank character card : cym as characters from your favorite sitcoms 🤓
this took me the better part of an hour because i can never remember what shows i watched but i am semi happy with this now
you get luke danes from gilmore girls my love (starting out strong with not-technically-a-sitcom but i'm counting it)
@traitorjoelite you get wednesday addams from the addams family
@sweetascanbee you get tad cooper from galavant (bc i super believe in you)
@foreverindreamlandd you get ben wyatt from parks and rec
@treatbuckywkisses you get zoey clarke from zoey's extraordinary playlist
@imaginearyparties you get nick miller from new girl
@aphrogeneias you get lizzie bennet from the lizzie bennet diaries (this counts right)
@marvelettesassemblenow you get phil dunphy from modern family
@sanguineterrain you get alex russo from wizards of waverly place
@demxters you get annie edison from community
@daisyprouvaire you get chidi anagonye from the good place
@wildlivelychild you get maya from crazy ex-girlfriend
@writing-for-marvel you get ted lasso from, well, ted lasso
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😶 cast your mutuals as les amis de l’abc please
THIS WAS SO HARD AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT
you get combeferre, my dear. very logical and kind, and i feel like you would get along with moths
@traitorjoelite you get grantaire. my favourite cynical chaotic boi who would 100% die for the people he loves
@sweetascanbee you get courfeyrac. ray of sunshine and passionate as hell
@foreverindreamlandd you get musichetta. deserving of all the love the fandom pours into her
@treatbuckywkisses you get bossuet. sometimes followed by bad luck but so beloved
@aphrogeneias you get enjolras. you could convince me to follow you into any failing revolution
@marvelettesassemblenow you get feuilly. hardworking and kind, and with very specific sets of knowledge
@sanguineterrain you get bahorel. passionate "i'll take care of this" kind of person. also i don't know if you ever dropped out of law school but the energy fits
@demxters you get eponine. i feel like your love language is acts of service. would scream in a criminal's face but also sing sad songs in the rain
@daisyprouvaire you get jehan (surprise surprise). my sweet summer child. you, too, could write poems about some dark shit
@wildlivelychild you get joly. very caring, would probably also try to overthrow a government while having a runny nose
@writing-for-marvel you get marius. just the sweetest person you'll meet. i feel like when you fall in love, you fall hard
@jadedvibes you get cosette. you know your strengths and take no shit, but you're also just kind
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Ohana means family - cast as fruit
(Sorry if it’s weird, I don‘t have an explanation for it)
Oh Jules please don’t apologise, it wasn’t weird at all, in fact this one was so much fun!! (Also, I don’t really have an explanation for any of these, I just went with my gut)
You as mangoes
@just-dreaming-marvel as apples
@demonpoxballad as pears
@crazyunsexycool as oranges
@jobean12-blog as strawberries
@mellifluousmusings as raspberries
@jadedvibes as blueberries
@aphrogeneias as blackberries
@sweetascanbee as cranberries
@kaitkat as cherries
@sanguineterrain as watermelon
@fluffycutecevans as honeydew
@maladaptivexxdaydreaming as guava
@moonvis as grapefruits
@foreverindreamlandd as plums
@buckyseddie as peaches
@rosepetalsinwinter as pomegranate
@beach-daydreaming as grapes
@fluffyprettykitty as limes
@late-to-the-party-81 as pineapple
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😶 the rare blank character card
cym as music genres
my taste in music is random as hell so that's how this is going to go. vibes only
you, my dear em, get soundtrack music, specifically of the harry gregson-williams variety. yes we're starting off incredibly specific
@traitorjoelite you get indie rock
@sweetascanbee you get the kind of music they play at diners. that 50s-60s mix that's sorta cheery and lovely
@foreverindreamlandd you get folk rock. that hozier/mumford and sons/the oh hellos kind of sound
@treatbuckywkisses you get modern rock
@imaginearyparties you get musical theatre (of course), but specifically european musical theatre. this makes sense in my brain.
@aphrogeneias you get 80s rock (this should also be no surprise)
@marvelettesassemblenow you get alternative rock
@sanguineterrain you get roadtrip music. yes that's kind of unspecific but it is undeniably a genre
@demxters you get indie folk
@daisyprouvaire you get that dodie/tessa violet kind of indie pop
@wildlivelychild you get the pop covers that play at the end of disney movies. but the cool ones like panic! at the disco's into the unknown and josh groban's evermore
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