#loveys 1k celebration
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Different escape plan
Pairing: Steve Rogers X Mutant!Avenger!Reader.
Word count: 872 words.
Summary: You have a different plan to escape from the Accords.
Warnings: Canon divergent
A/N: This my entry to @incorrectmarvelquotesss‘ 1000 Followers Celebration with the incorrect prompt #3:
"Why are you still here?"
"Because I care about you, you asshole."
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You dropped the notebook you held in your hand. One of the disadvantages of your powers was that you couldn't control when you were going to have a vision.
You weren't going to let Steve make a mistake, and you weren't going to give Ross the nod either. Of course, there was another way, one they evidently hadn't thought of.
In fact, no one knew that man was going, apart from Tony, and you had never trusted him. Of course, you had seen a lot of things.
Having visions meant that you were not always going to heed them all, as it was very easy to change the course of what would happen; however, sometimes it gave some advantages.
"Do you know what it comes to?" Steve asked you, and you were just about to inform him when Vision told them.
"To something that won't suit us," you answered dryly.
Steve signaled to Wanda and Vision to continue, but he stopped you. "What exactly do you mean? "he questioned, mortified.
"Well... it has to do with the Sentinels and all that stuff I lived on the run from for a long time," you said, looking him in the eye.
Steve nodded; he understood, but that didn't mean he was going to let it happen.
Sitting there while that horrible man told lies was one of the hardest things you had ever done in your life.
Not to mention the pressure they wanted to put on you afterwards to sign the Accords.
"I have to save Bucky," Steve told you after the discussion you had with Stark.
"I know, and you also know that I can help you," you replied.
"I don't want you to be in danger...
"You know I'm not going to sign them," you interrupted him.
"I know, but I need you to be safe. I'll get you... as soon as I can. You know they'll be looking for me.
"Uh, the right Captain America is going to break the rules," you scoffed.
"Y/N," Steve scolded you.
"Don't worry about me, Steve; I'll be fine; you know I have my contacts." You smiled; you knew what was going to happen, but you wouldn't let it.
You had your own plan, and this was where you would cause the future to be different. In your vision, you had gone with Steve to rescue Bucky and ended up fighting Stark and the others at an airport.
Now you would go ask the mutants you knew for help. Erg could help you escape; he knew everything to do with the subway, while John could warn you in case they were chasing you, and as an additional plan, Clarice could give you a way out through a portal.
You hadn't said anything to Steve either; you knew he didn't want anyone else involved, but you weren't going to let the Accords ruin their lives either.
Getting the help of the other mutants was easy; you simply had to tell them what was going on and show them the Accords document that Ross had given them.
No mutant was going to sign the Accords, so you told them your plan, and they all agreed to help you. Esme had even told you of a place they could not enter if you were chased and would shelter you.
You saw the old factory; you had to get them out of there. Bucky in a few minutes was going to wake up.
"Who's in there?" Sam asked.
You grimaced; Steve wasn't supposed to involve any more people, but there was Sam, who was supposed to have nothing to do with it and should be out of danger.
"Y/N? I told you to take shelter. Steve scolded you as soon as he saw you, and Sam was perplexed.
"Why are you still here?"
"Because I care about you, you asshole."
"I don't want to put you in danger."
"You won't. I have old friends, so Steve, we have the plan to escape.
"We're going to be on the run," Sam said.
"We mutants know a place where the authority Ross has can't do anything; they'll take us there." I talked to my contacts, and it's all arranged.
"Did you know what was going to happen and not tell me?"
"If I told you, you would surely do everything to make it happen; I got a way out; don't worry, Lorna and Marcos will take care of getting Wanda and Clint to safety... "
"How do you know...?"
"Steve, I know a lot of things—more than you think." We have to hurry; they will be waiting for us at the airport, but they will be bored, and by the time they realize we won't arrive, it will be too late.
"Bucky... "
"You can come with us; they will help him there too."
"How do you know these people?" How do you know we can trust them? Sam questioned.
"It's a long, old story from when the Sentinel program was active."
"How much longer will we wait?" Rhodey complained.
"They should be here by now," Tony replied. He didn't know what he would tell Ross; no one knew where the others were.
#loveys1kcelebration#loveys 1k celebration#steve rogers x reader#Steve Rogers#steve rogers fanfic#steve rogers fic
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Congrats on your 1k milestone lovely!!! I'm in a very playlist-y mood lately, so please could I have a 🎶 rom-com playlist 🎶💖
lauren, my love!! of course you may <3
here's some songs that feel like they could feature in a rom-com ✨
celebrate 1k with me!
#this is based solely on my taste!!#but maybe you'll find something you like in there too :)#these are just some very fun lovey songs i think#playlists#song recs#tortle celebrates 1k#sorry this took a moment!!#tortle answers
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I had initially come back to let you guys know that my mental health is not that great and I’ve had more appointments with my therapist this week than I have in the past year. Due to that reason, I won't be on schedule and posting at random times but I saw that I've reached 1000 followers so I'm going to ask you guys if you want me to do something for that I can't promise it right away or soon because of some things (that I'm coming to in a minute) and that it might take time for people to respond and me to respond and so on. I wanted to take a minute and just explain a bit of what's going on, not because I feel like I need to, but because I think it would help me lay it off my chest. Anything that follows is just me ranting about my life so only read if you want to (no triggers that I can think of).
First off, I’m trying to switch universities. That means that I have to apply (which I did) and then have to submit some supplementary things (which I have to do). But because I’m also trying to transfer credits, it’s a long process and it’s kicking my ass. My parents are as supportive as they can be, but there are some things that prevent them from understanding certain concepts such as their being immigrants or not understanding some terminology. I'm trying my best not to stress them out, but it's hard when they're the ones stressing me out.
Second, job searching. I had to quit my previous job due to confidential reasons a few weeks back and since then I've been looking around, asking family and friends, and giving my name to certain places. Luckily, a spot has opened up, but it's too far for me to commute by bus or train.
Last, my relationship with my dad is a bit rocky. Due to some meds he’s been taking for his back pain, his emotions have been amplified. His anger has been, unfortunately, mostly displaced on me. Now just to be clear, he's never ever hit me or even in the slightest ever raised his hand to scare me. Even when it comes to raising his voice at me he thinks twice because he knows I'm a really sensitive person and will definitely cry if yelled at. So recently his voice has been raised at me several times for really no reason if I'm being honest and I've cried all those several times.
#lovey rants#lovey talks#please let me know what you guys want for celebration of 1000 of you lovely people#1k followers#i needed to rant
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my moon, my stars!!! 🌙🌟 i have a little request for your 1k follower celebration :)
New Moon: Mostly comfort, but could have a little bit of hurt at the beginning if needed ;)
Waxing Moon: song for inspo!! https://open.spotify.com/track/7jwZYPS8reDirsT4Mvqpui?si=526676aaa33541ae
Full Moon: would love a friends-to-lovers where they have a fight or miscommunicate in some way and realize they really have feelings 🥺
Waning Moon: our one and only boy Eddie Munson
love you endlessly!!!
hi lovey, here’s 1.4k words of some hurt, mixed with a lot of sweetness & modern!Eddie — because cellphones. 🥰
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It’s funny – and it’s also not. How you got here, that is.
One moment, it’s drinks with your best friends, laughing over another year passing, and the next it’s crushed hearts over whispered words. It’s staring into Eddie’s eyes as his mouth forms the sentiments you’ve been so desperate and terrified to hear. Because he loves you – and that should be a great thing, shouldn’t it? It’s been a thought in the back of your mind for years. A wish upon a star, the breath you exhale every year over your birthday cake as candles flicker dark, it’s the petals of the proverbial flower that fall to the floor, each muttering “he loves me not, he loves me not, he loves me not.”
Surprisingly, he does.
And you should be happy.
But you remain silent.
Frozen on the spot, like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing – all without the voice to speak what you want to say.
You don’t even know what you want to say.
You come up empty.
Helpless, swirling around a dark drain.
Because he’s gone and thrown a wrench into everything.
Fear spins you like a top, because the thought of losing Eddie instantly unfurls within you like a cruel flower, staring you in the face. Deceptively pretty, alluring and sweet.
Yet you watch Eddie’s face falter all the same. Catch the downturn of his lips. The way his shoulders droop. The tension that falls atop his form. And he’s hugging you; arms loop around your shoulders to pull you close, chest to chest, heart to heart, his lips at your ear and your stomach in your throat.
“I’ll give you time,” he murmurs against your skin. “However long you need.”
Days turn into weeks.
Weeks turn into months.
You talk to Eddie, sure.
You see him at get-togethers with your friends.
But it’s different.
Changed from that fateful New Years day.
“I love you.”
Chad doesn’t open the door for you when you get to the restaurant for your date. Sure, you don’t need him to, but you still notice.
“I love you so fucking much.”
Jeffrey says you’re pretty, but he’s not looking for anything serious, and he’s offended when you turn down his invite to his apartment after happy hour where he talks about finance and little else.
“I have for a long time.”
Keith is vegan, and that’s great. But he tells you as much fifteen times before you even get your food delivered to the table by a patient waiter who stood and listened for ten minutes while he modified his whole order.
Keith is also not Eddie. Then again, no one is. And it becomes clearer that the fear, the running — it only leads to dead ends where happiness is a butterfly, fluttering away from you in the wind.
It’s at a party the next Friday your roommate hosts, surrounded by faces of people whose names you’ll never remember, that a familiar pop-up with Eddie’s name jumps to the top of your phone screen. His contact photo is one you took with him last summer back on Steve’s boat, grinning from ear to ear without a care in the world.
How are you doing?
Actually?
Would never ask you to lie.
Shitty.
Need me to pick you up? Send me your location and I’ll come get you.
Are you sure?
Always, beautiful.
Eddie’s van whips around the corner, the familiar screech of tires like music to your ears as he rolls down a window and beckons you forward.
You clamber in with a huff, feet on the dashboard — which he says he hates, but secretly loves — fingers tapping against your knee. It’s familiar and it’s not. Seeing him there, sitting in a pair of sweats and a band tee with his leather jacket thrown over it, hair still fluffy from his shower and the air. He’s beautiful and you want to say he’s yours, but you don’t.
That’s how you got into this situation, isn’t it? The inability to speak when the moment calls for it. The inability to say the words welling from the depths of your heart. But Eddie’s quiet as you settle down. His fingers curl around the steering wheel, eyes darting to yours momentarily as you buckle in, dark waves falling about his shoulders. There’s a smolder of umber that flickers across your face fleetingly before it settles back on the roads ahead, the destination before you unknown.
You drive around town in silence. Your eyes rove across the streets, blurs of cars passing on your right, whirs of color that are there one moment and gone the next. Just like the moments spilling through your fingers — slipping through them like sand.
He doesn’t speak. Then again, he never really has to. Eddie is enigmatic and magnetic. He’s loud and boisterous on his best day, and downright infectious on his worst. He is joy and frenetic energy personified, endless dimple-clad smiles, and exuberant laughter.
And he’s your best friend. Your best friend who has very much expressed his love toward you. The same best friend you’re in love with. There are two options, clearer now to you than ever before, laid out before you: Disrupt the balance of things and lose him forever, or try and risk it all, throwing all caution to the wind for the potential of an infinite.
“Can we go somewhere?” Your voice is no more than a whisper. A puff of air into the wind, lost as soon as it comes.
“Sure. Where to?” He’s staring straight ahead, glancing over his shoulder to switch lanes as cars pass.
“Anywhere,” you tell him, and watch as the busy roads become back routes. As the endless hum of cars becomes the quiet lull of water lapping at a dock, his fingers curl around yours. He leads you out and onto Lover’s Lake, heads tipping up to the sky to take in the stars above.
Neither of you talks. Then again, neither of you really has to. You have always had this sort of friendship. The mutual understanding that the simple peace found as a constant between the two of you drowns out the chaos of the world outside. That when you glance over at Eddie to see the stars reflected in his eyes, and his gaze slowly drifts to yours, everything just stops when he whispers your name.
His lip quirks into a smile. He loves me. Your fingertips drift along the dock between you, a soft press of digits against the edge of his palm. He loves me not. Warm skin crawls up and over yours, resting over the back of your hand; his thumb brushes line after line into your skin. A swirl of comfort against the webbing between thumb and pointer. He loves me. You glance down to where you're connected, every minute between now and New Years leading to this single, perfect moment. He loves me not. He told you however long you need. Did he mean it?
“Ed?”
It’s a gentle coaxing of breath from your lungs as his head lowers closer to yours, shrouding those stars in his eyes with darkness. Inky black and full of you.
“Yeah?” It’s a soft brush of his lower lip against yours when he speaks. A spark bright enough to ignite a wildfire if you allow it — if you fan the flames bursting low in your gut. Should you tend to it now, you’ll burn ablaze. And you’ll do so willingly if only for a thousand tiny moments like this with the one you love.
“Did you mean it?” You whisper. His palm slides up the inside of your forearm, thumb pressing into the skin there, where you’re sure he can feel your pulse thrumming violently against skin. “About giving me all the time I need.”
He loves me.
“I’ve never been able to lie to you, sweetheart.”
He loves me.
“Just tell me you’re ready,” he continues.
He loves me.
You do in a breathless rush, fingers sliding into the front of his jacket, clutching at leather as his ring-clad hand curls around your cheek and pulls you into a kiss that feels like a comforting hug, like sliding through molasses, flames licking at your skin, coaxing you further into abandon.
“I’m sorry,” you murmur, though you’re not sure why. For not saying anything, for making him wait, for the time missed that you could have spent in his arms like this. Your lips brush over his once more, those dark eyes of his roaming over your features in the night. “For running.”
“You know I’ll always find you when you stop, right?”
And you do. In a sea of thousands, Eddie’s always been able to pick you out of the crowd. Simple as breathing, comforting, like knowing the sun will always rise with every new day.
He loves me.
He loves me.
He loves me.
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per my upcoming bday/follower milestone sleepover, IF I were to post 1 long fic (like over 1k 🤪) in celebration...
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in which shopping can be fun just with the right person
~ wooyoung x f!reader
~ fluff, established relationship/ wc: 1k
~ warnings: sexual tension, mature content (maybe at the end), insecurity
~ note: I wrote this because I kinda hate shopping in person.
Shopping days were never fun to you, you hated it, it's just a really stressful day where in the end all you get is insecurity and no clothes that you actually like. But today here you are at the mall, your boyfriend dragged you with him because eventually he is gonna make you love shopping, because he has a way better sense of fashion than you, at least that's what he said.
Although you've been here for almost an hour, you still haven't bought anything yet, because whatever your boyfriend saw that he even slightly liked, you had to stop there, you swear it's like you brought a little kid with you, but at least you had fun until now. You waiting in line to buy some ice cream for your beloved Wooyoung at the moment.
"Baby, can I get two, please? I can't decide between these flavors " he asked you with the most adorable puppy eyes and voice ever. He is always like this whenever he wants something.
You nodded in response, how could you ever say no to him, when he is this cute? That is one thing you love about him so much, that he is basically an adult child. He brought your childlike self back into your life, you are both the kind of people who never planning to grow up fully.
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You are in the first shop you went in where you finally can find some clothes for yourself, Wooyoung is following you, he possibly can not be any closer to you, he is listening to the music that's playing way too loud, while you trying to find something that you actually like.
When something purple caught your eyes in the distance, you had to take a closer look at it. It was a known fact that purple was your favorite color, and any shade of it looked good on you, according to you. It was just a couple of seconds that Wooyoung didn't pay attention because he was looking at an adorable little kid and the next time he noticed, you were nowhere to be seen.
Not gonna lie, he panicked a bit, he always fears when you are not with him, it's just the way he is, he wants to protect you no matter what. He would rather keep you in his pocket, so you never have to face no harm. Wooyoung loves to take care of you, it's one of his love languages.
You on the other hand were pretty independent, you never felt the need to ask for help or permission to do anything. For example, about a week ago your boyfriend nearly got a heart attack when he found you standing on the kitchen counter, reaching to the top shelf to grab something, he thought you're gonna break your neck. Or a month ago, you celebrated a friend's birthday and one minute you were having fun, talking to the others, the next second he looked where you were standing, and there was nobody. He searched through the whole place, when he found you outside, telling him "you just needed some fresh air".
When he finally spotted you on the other side of the store, he noticed a young man looking at you longer for his liking. Oh boy, everybody should know that this boy is a jealous kind, he likes to keep you just for himself, because you are his and he is yours.
You felt a pair of hands sneaking around your waist from behind. You immediately knew it was your boyfriend.
"I think I'm gonna try this on." you told him with a small smile on your face.
He made sure everybody in the store see that you are together, without making you uncomfortable, that is the last thing he wants to do. But a little lovey-dovey scene would hurt nobody, right?
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"Babe, what do you think about this shirt?" you asked him, signaling you are all dressed so he can come inside the dressing room.
"Wow, I think you look amazing, my love. You have to buy this one for sure." Yeah, your boyfriend was your personal hype man.
"But it makes me look a bit fat here." The way he hated those words come out of your mouth. He knew you can get insecure sometimes, and he hated it, just hated it so much. Not just because you were the most beautiful woman in the world for him, but also because you were the one who helped him through his own insecurities when he was in his darkest place.
He grabbed your hands and spun you around, so he can look into your eyes. You were looking down, you possibly could not look up at him. You already regretted when you said it out loud, yes this is how you feel, but you hated making others feel sorry for you.
"Baby, please look at me." he said as he placed his index finger under your chin and pushed it up carefully, now you had no other choice but to look at him. "Why would you think something like that? Haven't I told you enough how beautiful you are?" He slowly pulled you closer and closer to him. "Because you are beautiful just the way you are, not to mention you are kind and funny and... really, REALLY sexy." Now you were close enough for his liking, but before he could do any more you already kissed him, you were just overwhelmed by so many emotions and wanted to feel his love even more.
Things got heated super quick. When you got to your sense you already barely had any clothes on. It was the hardest thing to stop Wooyoung from what he was doing. It may seem like you led him on and got him hanging because you started all of this, but this wasn't the case at all. You just weren't the type to do this in public and Wooyoung knew this pretty well already. So he was the one who spoke before you could.
"Let's go home. But first I buy you this shirt." He helped you get dressed. It was a rush, and you weren't still in the right state of mind.
#wooyoung#wooyoung fluff#wooyoung imagine#wooyoung x reader#ateez fluff#ateez scenarios#ateez#ateez imagine#ateez wooyoung#wooyoung x you#ateez fic#wooyoung fic#jungwooyoung#jung wooyoung
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Kinkmas - Day 20: Vanilla Sex W/ Rocky
Post Date: 20th December 2022
Content: Smut - Astro Rocky x Reader
WC: 1K
TW?: Vanilla sex/ Body appriciation/ Hand holding/ Lovey dovey
Summary: 1st Christmas together, how else to celebrate that giving each other a little something to celebrate the holidays?
Masterlist Kinkmas Masterlist Prompt list
"And the last one," Rocky announces holding out a small, flat package to you.
"What, an extra one? Rocky you know we agreed on having an equal amount, I feel bad now," You pout, bottom lip sticking out as you hold the package close to your chest.
"Trust me, it's okay, open it".
Guessing from the shape and size you could only think of it to be clothing. Taking it from his hands quickly and with the excitement of a small child you carefully tear the paper off to reveal a set of red lingerie. Your eyes widen and so does the grin on your face.
"It's so pretty, and red, your favourite colour," You beam, noticing how he starts to blush a little.
"Go try it on," He urges, patting your knee so you'd hurry up. You scurry to the bathroom, soft giggles trailing off the further away you got from Rocky.
The set fits you like a glove and the colour really pops on you, taking another moment to look in the mirror you make sure everything is how it should be and you fix your hair to make yourself look a little more "presentable", not that Rocky would care either way.
"Are you ready?" You call from around the corner hiding away from him.
"I've been ready since I bought it," He laughs turning his attention towards the sound of your voice. Stepping out from around the corner you give him a twirl giving him a whole look.
Scrambling to his feet, Rocky made his way over to you for a closer look, "Not to toot my own horn, but I have taste," You laugh slapping his arm lightly while rolling your eyes.
"I still feel bad I didn't get you an extra present".
"Oh baby, this is my extra present".
Within seconds, he's pressed up against you with his fingertips grazing over the seams of the new set that he’s bought you, probably admiring you more in it than he could’ve ever possibly imagined.
Noticing how he’s admiring you, you couldn’t help but get a little nervous, and shy. The attention you’re getting is something you should be used to by now but you still can’t wrap your head around that you’re extremely attractive to him.
Though gentle and romantic, his lips press against yours and your breath is taken away. The soft touches against your body make your body break out in goosebumps as you’re directed to the bedroom.
Never leaving your lips.
With a hand on the back of your head and one around your waist, he carefully lays you down on the bed. How your heart aches with how considerate he was being, the sweetest. Making it more unbearable, you need him.
Usually, you’re anything but gentle with each other but tonight was different.
With this new set, he bought you, you look so delicate in it. His mind gives him no choice but to be gentle and careful with you. He wants to pour his entire love into this.
From the soft kisses on your lips to your cheeks and down your neck to your collarbone, he locks his fingers with yours, thumb caressing the back of your hand as the kisses continue.
“I couldn’t imagine anyone more perfect than you,” Rocky whispers on your collarbone, the light breathing against it making you pant slightly, needing nothing more than for him to do something about this burning desire for him.
Knowing your body signals, he smiles sweetly at you and lets go of your hands, kneeling back on his heels as he takes one good look at you before carefully teasing your panties down your thighs until they land on the floor.
He gives your core the gentlest graze with his fingers, stopping at your clit to rub it a few times before slicking a few singers into you, curling them up just to stretch you out.
He pouts as he watches your face become full of pleasure, your little whimpers being music to his ears as he slowly pulls them out to release his cock from his trousers.
Carefully, he lines himself up to your hole, caressing your cheek with his free hand whilst placing the softest kisses on your lips.
Then takes hold of your hand again before slowly easing himself into you, letting you adjust to him before rocking his hips into you lightly.
The other hand is being held too.
His hands never unlock from yours with his lips permanently on yours.
Miniature whimpers and moans come from both of you, both getting enough pleasure and purely enjoying it, enjoying making love. It was pure and you couldn’t have felt closer to each other, even if you tried.
“I love you so much, baby,” He grunts lightly against your lips, making you smile as a whimper parts your lips, trying to reply to him the best that you could.
“I love you too,” You eventually get out, head embedded into the pillow as your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in closer and deeper into you which makes you cry a little louder.
Breaking from the kiss, his head nudges into the crook of your neck and then places more kisses up and down it, making you whimper and moan a lot more.
His thrusts start to speed up, only slightly but oh god, were you loving every second of it? Wanting this to last forever.
“This is the best christmas present ever, you in this set and getting you all to myself,” He breathes on your neck, making your head deepen into the pillow in the process.
All you could do was look at him with pure admiration and love as he lifts his head up to look at you too, also with the same gaze. The gaze that you never want to see less off. The both of you are addicted to love and to be like this? You were never going to want anything else.
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Tags: @scuzmunkie, @ateezreactionsandscenarios, @trashlord-007, @fanfictrashlord-007
#kpop#kpop blog#kpop fanfic#kpop scenarios#kpop imagines#kpop kinkmas#astro#astro fanfic#astro scenarios#astro imagines#astro imagines rocky#astro rocky#astro rocky smut#astro smut#astro hard hours#rocky smut#rocky hard hours
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When??? How????? Why???????
I mean- wow, guys... I honestly never expected this. Another milestone has passed and it’s still kinda surprising that you guys are here with me despite my nonsense ramblings. Thank you so much for the follows, likes, and reblogs. I couldn’t have done it without you guys.
So, I think this calls for a celebration...
TA-DAA! Our very first fic raffle!
(can you see my passion in graphic design? XD)
To celebrate this milestone, I’ll be writing some special fics for you guys. Now, I know my writing is not the best, but I’ll try my best.
What will I write:
For the Twisted-Wonderland fandom. Starting from small and since I think some of you guys are from this fandom, also technically this fandom is where I was born in. The fics will be tagged as TW:OPT Gaiden, but this is just to make my job easier in archiving.
One-shot. We’re here to have fun. so something light will do the trick. I’ll be writing at least +1k per fic depending of your request.
Canon/Canon, Canon/OC, My OC/OC. I know you guys are romance lovers, so this might be our rare chance to make a special lovey-dovey fics, right? I’ll try my best to write close to canon, but personal interpretation might be leaking a bit. For OC request, I’ll be asking for said OC profile.
Any genre you want. I love to try many things, so writing in a difference genre will be a challenge. There will be some exception which I will explain bellow. [This also include smut or NSFW, however, I’ll need confirmation if you guys are 18+ and only available for Canon/OC option.]
Alternate Universe. Whether it’s a sleeping beauty au or mafia au or song au, we’ll find an agreement to fit our TWST cast into this massive universe for one chapter. However, if it’s a not well-known au, or personal au made by the requester, we’ll need a further discussion because sometimes have a hard time understanding things.
What I won’t write:
Multichapters fic. This raffle is for a celebration, yes, but I can’t write another multichapter fic on top of my WIP.
Crossovers. Now this is different with the previous alternate universe.I won’t be writing TWST cast meeting other characters from different fandom, even if it’s Disney related like Kingdom Hearts or Descendants. Mostly because I probably don’t know much about the new characters and really want to avoid mischaracterization.
Canon/Reader & My OC/Reader. I’m not used to and comfortable with ‘x Reader’ fic, mostly because I’m not comfortable in generalization. So, I’ll be writing for a specific OC, not general reader.
Bulletpoints headcanons or headcanons in general. For a simple reason of I just can’t. Plus, it’ll be leaning heavily to my personal opinion which I know will cause some clash.
Some kinks. For smut/NSFW, while I’m mostly open for any kinks, there are some that I’m not comfortable with. So we’ll be discussing this further in private.
Historical & political subjects. Not only I’m not versatile in those genre. It will take a lot of research and this supposed to be a fun time. And those are some touchie matters, so I’ll avoid it while I can.
How to enter:
Followers reblog this post. New followers are welcome. This is just to make the selection process easier. Likes won’t be count.
This is a lottery process. I’ll be picking seven winners to fill the slot. I’ll use the wheel of names to pick the random winners. Unless we only have seven reblogs or less.
When the winner is picked I’ll either announce it or message you directly. Also a confirmation of age just in case.
You can give me a prompt for me the write and your OC if you want them to be featured. I might be asking more questions if I needed.
When the fic is halfway or nearly done, I’ll send through the chat the google docs for checking and revision.
Once we have the agreement, I’ll post it on Tumblr and AO3. I’ll be putting them under the TW:OPT Gaiden for easy archiving.
The raffle will close at 13th November 2022.
Good luck everyone! And once again, thank you for the 500 follows!
#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland fanfiction#'twisted wonderland fanfic#twisted wonderland fic#twst fanfic#twst fic#i felt challenged to write a fanfic
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Valentine’s Day Masterlist 3
part one, part two, part four
All you need is love and more chocolate (ao3) - Mimisempai
steve/bucky
G, 818
Summary: Sam and Bucky are fighting for the first time since they moved in together... and it's on Valentine's Day... but they say chocolate sweetens the mood...
Anniversary (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight
bucky/tony
E, 4k
Summary: Bucky plans out Valentines Day and Anniversary gifts.
Tony offers his butt in some pretty lingerie.
Bears and Mountains and Lumberjacks Oh My! (ao3) - justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday)
steve/tony
E, 11k
Summary: It was supposed to be easy--go meet the reclusive artist and buy some art. And then came the broken down car.
And the snowstorm.
And the lumberjack with a face like a greek god.
So yea, Tony is stuck in a cabin in the woods with a hot lumberjack till the storm clears.
Could be worse.
Boys, Books & Butterbeer (ao3) - Booksinvolved
steve/bucky
G, 6k
Summary: Super fluffy fic about Quidditch try outs, detention, and cute dates on Valentine's.
Break my Baby (Valentine's Day Edition) (ao3) - justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday)
steve/tony
E, 5k
Summary: Steve has a very special gift for Tony on Valentine's Day; his submission, and whatever Tony would like to do with it, and him.
Crushes, Capitalism, and Confidence (ao3) - Ebony10
mj/peter, betty/ned
G, 1k
Summary: Valentine's Day and love as chaotic good (neutral)? Just a small oneshot about Peter navigating the capitalistic holiday of love with a crush on MJ...with unexpected good results for Ned Leeds as a bonus.
Devil's Day (ao3) - ChuckleVoodoos
matt/foggy
T, 12k
Summary: Foggy buys Matt a hundred Valentines to celebrate a holiday that doesn't exist.
Heart Emoji (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight
bucky/tony
M, 15k
Summary: It's Valentines Day and our favorites are back to their group texting shenanigans
Tony has a very romantic night planned for Bucky, Clint is cranky because Natasha hasn't been around to give him that good lovin', Steve asks for some help with a *specific* Vday present for Thor and Sam and Bruce have been whispering and scheming and honestly, no one knows what those two are up to.
Buckle up for tooth rotting fluff, TMI about Clintasha's bedroom habits, a shopping trip that leaves Steve scandalized, smooshy lovey dovey conversations, and a reminder that Valentines Day is also for non nekkid/ non romantic things too.
How Do You Fondue? (ao3) - gwyneth rhys (gwyneth)
steve/bucky
M, 4k
Summary: Steve orders cocktails called The Lover and Bucky’s heart rate rockets out of control. It’s not so bad, he tells himself. The next level. It’s just dinner. At the top of the menu it asks, “How do you fondue?” and at the bottom a slogan proclaims, “We hope you enjoy experiencing all that fondue has to offer.” Bucky nearly swallows his tongue.
I'd like to look around, but Honey, all I see is you (ao3) - orphan_account
steve/bucky
T, 2k
Summary: Bucky takes Valentine's Day very seriously.
No, not like that. Even Steve likes the day-long date he plans out...
Loki's Hearts (ao3) - Selysin
loki/tony
T, 1k
Summary: Loki causes a little mischief on Valentine's Day.
more than pretend (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor
steve/bucky
T, 2k
Summary: Bucky's family is having their usual family dinner like they always do on Valentine's Day, but this time he's decided to ask Steve to be his 'fake boyfriend' so his mother will stop bugging him about bringing a date home. Steve says yes, despite the fact that he has very real feelings for Bucky and doesn't want this to be 'just pretend'.
My Funny Valentine (ao3) - PumpkinDoodles
darcy/brock
M, 10k
Summary: Tasked with baby-sitting Brock Rumlow on Valentine's Day, Darcy thinks it'll be an interesting way to make some overtime money. She just doesn't know how interesting. Thank God she has Foggy Nelson on speed dial.
Stucky Valentine's Ficlets (ao3) - SpecialHell
steve/bucky, sam/bucky
G, 4k
Summary: 4 unrelated ficlets featuring Steve and Bucky being in love
The Loveliness of Loving You (ao3) - ElisabethMonroe
sam/bucky
E, 4k
Summary:
Staring SamBucky, featuring:
Valentine's Day ✔️
Baking Cookies ✔️
Lingerie ✔️
Mutual Pining By Friends With Benefits ✔️
And They Were Roommates ✔️
Truly, Madly, Deeply (ao3) - PumpkinDoodles
darcy/brock
M, 32k
Summary: With a gentle shove from Jane, Darcy decides to celebrate being single on Valentine's Day by being an aspiring domestic goddess again.
Tulips (ao3) - thatdamneddame
clint/phil
G, 1k
Summary: There are tulips, pink and white, sitting in a vase on Phil’s desk when he gets back from lunch.
What happens on Valentine's day? (ao3) - winterfalconwarrior
sam/bucky
N/R, 2k
Summary: “I’m so sorry baby, but we gotta suit up,” he says while he puts one arm into one sleeve of the suit, “I had it all planned out but I guess the bad guys have other plans for us this morning. I’m sorry Bucky, I really am,” he rambles on while he goes to grab the shield. “We will get to all of those plans later. This won’t take long because I’m gonna kick their ass for taking this day from me.” Before Bucky can even ask what’s so special about this day, Sam is out of the door again and Bucky hurries to the wardrobe to catch up.
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A fic where the eternals don't know you're a thing with Druig until they see years of photos of you and him all over your house.❤
note: am i crying?? maybe.... i took some creative liberty with this one, but kept the main request there <3 i hope you all enjoy as much as i did. idc that its november,,, christmas now..
pairing: druig x (f)reader
summary: the holidays bring your large family of eternals over to celebrate. when they walk into your home and see photo after photo of you and druig, they realize something that has been under their noses for millenia
warnings: sweet sweet puppy love n lovey dovey druig
wc: 1k
Christmas wasn’t a holiday that Eternals celebrated, in fact, you weren’t sure if there were any that they did. Nevertheless, for the sake of old times and catching up on how eternal life was, you were all going to celebrate this year. It had been decided that you would be throwing the event, as it was known that you were the best event planner there ever had been.
The stone cottage you owned in the French countryside was the perfect venue. The interior was cozy, the walls plastered in photos and paintings, the floor with mismatched carpets and rugs. There was a small kitchen that led into the living room, warmed by a brick fireplace. The tree was decorated with an assortment of tinsel and ornaments that glittered from the flames.
“Druig!” You call, hoping to reach your husband on the modest second floor. The mug you held in your hands was filled with your favorite: hot chocolate. You double and triple check the food in the oven and that the cookies had been set out. The fireplace was cracking loudly, the ambiance just right. Eventually, you hear the rhythm of footsteps down the staircase, indicating that your husband was about to come rob you of your sweet drink.
“Yes, my darling?” He approaches you from behind, sneaking a kiss onto your temple, “Ooh, is that hot chocolate?”
You roll your eyes playfully, but you don’t resist when his arm reaches around yours and removes the mug from your hand. “You’d better plan on making me more, you thief.”
Druig slips his arm around your waist as he sips on the drink. He pulls your body against his and moves gently with the old Sinatra record playing from the living room. The man gives you a puppy-eyed look, “Oh but of course, my darling wife.”
You lean your head back and rest it on his with closed eyes, “I made your favorites.”
Your voice is nearly a whisper, but an excited hum escapes him. Gently, he takes your hand and twirls you much like he had in the countless dances you’d shared before. “Oh, how I love you, Y/N.”
He traps you between the counter and his body, peppering your face with kisses remnant of the hot chocolate that was once yours. Your hand finds its way to his low back, fingertips grazing over the knit sweater.
The harsh knock on the door startles you both. This is followed by a troubled Kingo shouting, “Let us in! It’s freezing!”
“Oops!” You giggle. Druig sneaks in one more kiss before letting you shuffle towards the door. You swing the door open, greeting everyone. A swift blur lets you know that Makkari has shot right past you and straight towards the fireplace. Snowflakes flurry in the air after her.
“Come on in guys! Welcome!” You squeak, “Please leave your shoes right by the door”
“I hope you heard that Makkari!” Kingo can hardly finish his sentence before there is another brief flash and a pair of boots wobble to a stop on the wooded floor. They file in one by one after the movie star, some shivering more than others.
“There are blankets on the couches and next to the tree,” You tell them in between greetings, “And there is cocoa on the stove.”
You shut the door securely after they all enter, adjusting so that all their shoes are against the wall with your foot.
“Oh, you’re already here?” You hear from the other room. It was Kingo asking the question.
Knowing Druig, he’s probably responded by momentarily raising his brows or with a curt nod.
“Dude, look at these,” Sprite drags Kingo and Ikaris to the wall where all your pictures are hung.
“What the…” Kingo mutters in disbelief, then shrieking, “I missed the wedding?!”
“Wedding?” Ajak looks a tad intrigued, joining the other Eternals at the wall. There are a plethora of photos. Not just the wedding, but the many vacations and triumphs you held. Plenty of candid photos that caught Druig in a softer light that the others didn’t often see.
“That is so much good content for my documentary wasted!” Kingo huffs. Sprite has a look of disbelief on her face.
“Like, when did this all even happen? It hasn’t even been like a thousand years since we last saw each other?”
Phastos grins, placing a gift under the tree. “If you guys paid more attention you would’ve seen it coming.”
You glance to Druig, who is smugly sipping his cocoa and sitting on one of the recliners closest to the fireplace. He throws you a wink. “You’ve lost your chance boys, I beat you to it.”
Sersi grins at you, wiggling her fingers as if to say “show me the ring!”. You girls all gather around, forming a little huddle as you reveal your sparkling ring. Phastos had helped make it. A gorgeous golden band, intricate and delicate, holding a gorgeous pear stone that matched the hue of your husband's eyes. His ring had threads of magic that matched your own. Thena smiles proudly, pulling Gilgamesh closer to look. Ajak turns to you, her fingers pushing a strand of hair from your face.
“I’m so very happy for you.”
“Thank you, Ajak.” You hum, leaning into her touch.
“Alright. Enough of the gossip. I want to try some of this food.” Gilgamesh grumbles, moving towards the kitchen. The room erupts in laughter and everyone but you and Druig crowds into the kitchen to serve themselves dinner.
You offer him a hand which he takes, joining you in standing. Even you can see that the infatuation in his eyes is just as strong as it was the day he first laid eyes on you. “Mine forever?”
“Forever.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, where you can just peek at the message Makkari was signing to you:
“You even have him in the matching Christmas socks? You’ve impressed me!”
You grin at her, leaning into your husband, so very happy that your family surrounds you.
#druig x y/n#druig fanfiction#druig imagine#druig x you#druig x reader#druig oneshot#druig headcanon#druig headers#marvel eternals#mcu x reader#mcu x you#druig eternals#druig fluff#soft druig#im crying rn#i love this man#husband material
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Things are looking up
Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Mutant!Avenger!Reader.
Word count: 777 words.
Summary: You have a plan to save Brock.
Warnings: Canon divergent
A/N: This my entry to @incorrectmarvelquotesss‘ 1000 Followers Celebration with other prompts #9:
"Half of this city wants you dead."
"Wow. A month ago, the whole city wanted me dead. Things are looking up."
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You turned off the TV; the news continued to talk about the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., as well as Brock being wanted; they had already caught Jack.
"Are you all right?" Steve asked as he took control of the TV to turn it off.
"Sure, I was just thinking about everything that's happened; it's... shocking," you said. That was never supposed to happen.
"I know it's all very confusing, and you must be disappointed." Steve took your hand.
You nodded. The only good thing was that no one suspected you; they still believed you were one of the "good guys." You needed to find Brock, and then...
You still had to think about what you would do; you were going to twist the information as much as necessary to save the love of his life, and you would protect Brock as necessary.
Even if it meant using your powers—powers that neither S.H.I.E.L.D. nor Hydra knew about. The only one who knew your secret was Brock.
You also knew how Steve felt, though you didn't care; you just planned to use all that to your advantage. No one knew what was between you and Brock either, except Jack, of course.
Escaping from the compound was very simple; no one would notice your absence, and in case they did, you had an alibi; you had communicated with Clarice before; she covered for you, and no one was going to oppose you helping other mutants.
Of course, you used your powers to get Clarice and John to help you find the love of your life.
You finally managed to get into his apartment; of course, it was a place where no one would be suspicious, although it probably wouldn't be easy for him to sneak out, or maybe it would; you didn't know.
There was no one there when you entered. You sighed; he wasn't supposed to be living in those conditions.
Somehow you were going to make it all better; you cleaned up the place a bit; it was a mess.
You took one of the candles you found in a drawer—you had given it to him on an anniversary—and you lit it.
Everything seemed to indicate that somehow Brock had recovered his things before S.H.I.E.L.D. or someone else did it, which reassured you a little. Maybe they could never get evidence of your relationship with him, so no one suspected.
Brock noticed the recently extinguished candle; the aroma was unmistakable. He had to take precautions because there was a possibility that Rogers and the others were there.
"You have nothing to worry about; I'm alone," you said, coming out of hiding.
"Y/N? " Brock was perplexed; he didn't think he would see you again. Even when he saw the news, he was happy that you had not been discovered. Several times, while he was in the hospital, he kept wondering and worrying about not having been able to protect you. What are you doing here?" Brock was not upset, but worried. If no one was looking for him or had evidence against him, he was not going to let you put yourself in danger, especially not because of him.
"No, what are you doing living in such a terrible place?" you questioned, looking around the horrible place.
"I think it's obvious; they can't find me," Brock replied grumpily.
"They took Jack to the Raft."
"I know."
"Half of this city wants you dead."
"Wow. A month ago, the whole city wanted me dead. Things are looking up."
"I can make that change," you said.
"Y/N, don’t..."
"HYDRA abandoned us, I know that, but I also know how to get everyone on our side, so no one would try to assassinate you, nor would you be wanted," you continued speaking.
"Even if you did, how are you going to explain what they did to me?"
"I know who can fix it; remember, I have my contacts; it could be one of the Morlocks or the Underground." "You have nothing to worry about," you assured me.
You would probably be exhausted after trying what you thought, but it would be worth it.
You waited until it was dark so you could go to the old X-Mansion, which was abandoned, but there was everything you needed to make your plan a success.
After a few hours, you decided it was a good time to return to the compound; it was time to test if your plan had worked or not.
As soon as you crossed the gates, you smiled; you had changed history, and now no one would know that you had been part of the enemy.
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Happy 1k, you definitely deserve it! I was wondering if you could do Q with Tommyinnit? Thank you <3
I hope I did this right 🫢
-a new and uncertain anon
hellooo love ! thank you so much for the request !
request : q ~ Leaning their head on their partner’s shoulder.
i sat down on the bench, letting out an exhausted sigh as my eyes fluttered close for a second, overwhelmed with fatigue. i opened my eyes and looked to my right, seeing tommy had sat next to me as well. i leaned my head on his shoulder, my hand hesitantly grasping his as i laced our fingers together.
"tired, love?" i heard tommy mumble against the crown of my head.
"i'm fucking exhausted," i breathed out a laugh.
"OI LOOK AT THOSE TWO BEING ALL LOVEY DOVEY! PHIIILL STOP THEM RIGHT NOW!" a shout suddenly was heard from behind us. my head whipped around and was met with wilbur, phil hunching over in laughter next to him.
masterlist | 1k celebration
#tommyinnit x reader#tommyinnit imagines#tommyinnit fluff#tommyinnit x you#tommyinnit imagine#tommyinnit x y/n#isadoras 1k
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sgt-seabass’ lake house getaway
So, I hit 2k followers this week and I’m honestly in awe. I thought it would be nice to have a themed celebration where we can have some festivities. Let’s all have a fun getaway.
This celebration will be running for just over a week. From time of this post to 7pm Sunday April 3rd AEST.
I’ll do my best to answer all the asks and answer the ones still left over from my 1k celebration (I’m bad and very behind I know lol).
I wanted to share some dark fun, so each activity will have a corresponding lake house activity/headcannon with some our favourite characters.
Swimming with Hal, but he holds you under the water til you submit
Interested in a song rec? Send me a vibe and I’ll recommend you a song.
Enjoying a drink on the dock with Nick, but he drugs you
Send me a cast your mutuals.
Reading by the campfire with Bucky, but you're chained to the wall
How about a game? Send me a FMK, would you rather, ect.
Having a lavish dinner with Steve Kemp, but he puts you back in your basement cell after
Tell me about yourself and I’ll say who I ship you with.
Dancing with Steve Rogers, but you're collared and he's holding the lead
Send me one character and one word and I’ll make a mini-drabble from it.
Baking with Scott, but you get a spanking for every instruction you follow wrong
Tell me which character you associate with an annoying habit and I’ll say if I agree or not.
Stargazing with Beck, but you’re bound and gagged
Curious about me? Ask me anything, from something personal to something about my writing.
A tea party with Jefferson, but you’re chained to your chair.
Curious about what I listen to? Send me an ask and I’ll shuffle my Spotify and share a random song recommendation.
Eating ice cream with Lee, but he has you lick it off him as your hands are tied behind your back
Feeling lovey-dovey? Send a love letter to another blog.
A backyard BBQ with Andy Barber, but he has you in an ‘o’ ring gag so he can share his beer with you despite your protests
Wildcard. Ask whatever you’d like.
tagging some people who might be interested (there’s no pressure at all)
@thanatosfic @bemine-bucky @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @soldatspet @buckybarneschokeme @lookiamtrying @navybrat817 @angrythingstarlight @sweeterthanthis @ambrosiase @bitchassbucky @suchababie @jobean12-blog @vibraniumcollar @luxeavenger @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky @beelicious-barnes @lfnr-blog-blog-blog @yarnforbrains @cwbucky @treatbuckywkisses @soldatsass @lunarbuck @dreamlessinparis @poppunksnowwhite @buckycuddlebuddy @summerofsnowflakes @cockslut-padalecki @destroyer-chris @vase-of-lilies @bubblebuckys @clints-lucky-arrow @specialk-18 @thebluemage @breakablebarnes @onsunnyside @late-to-the-party-81 @lil-nas-z @duchessoftheheart @midnightf @musingsinmoonlight @infatuatedjanes @lavendercitizen @stuckysdumbbitch @bonky-n-steeb @vanillanaps @spicynudlesoup @bibbidibobbidibucky @blanket-burrito-bucky @syntheticavenger
#2k lake house getaway#bucky barnes#nick fowler#hal carter#steve rogers#steve kemp#andy barber#lee bodecker#jefferson#scott huffman#chris beck
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Happy Birthday Sergeant
Drabble
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Summary: Bucky hates celebrating his birthday, that is until you forgot about it
Warnings: mention of a blowjob, lil bit of sadness, fluff but it's not that fluffy??
Wc: 1k
a/n: Today is TLOML's birthday and words cannot express just how special he is to me, Bucky Barnes deserves everything good in this life and I'm gonna give it to him <3, anyways, happy reading!
likes, comments, and reblogs are deeply encouraged <3
Today Bucky slept with one eye open, usually, the morning of his birthday, you and Steve would wake him up screaming happy birthday in his ear with a stack of waffles with a single candle in hand, he’d always groan and go back to sleep, he didn’t like his birthday, of course he appreciated the gesture but for 70 years his birthday wasn’t even worth remembering, and after the blip, it was just a reminder that most of his life was a fight and now that the fight was over… maybe he didn’t deserve to celebrate his life.
To his surprise, when he woke up Steve was out of bed (probably on a run) and you were peacefully sleeping, way too far for his liking. Looking around the room with a pout he shrugs it off, he would never admit it but for just a tiny millisecond… he really wanted some waffles. Scooching over to you, his hands roam your body, subtly begging you to wake up, once he realized that wouldn’t work, with a chuckle he starts peppering kisses all over your chest, neck and face which definitely wake you up, given the fact that you were now swinging a pillow at him.
Now in the kitchen with some caffeine in your system, you sat on top of the kitchen counter, letting Bucky feed you cut up fruit, you still hadn’t congratulated him which was odd, but maybe you forgot, besides, he’d never be upset with you about a thing like that… the door opening and closing snap you both out of your lovey-dovey bubble, walking in, your handsome and very sweaty boyfriend Steve. Putting down his keys and water bottle, he walks up to Bucky and cradles his face, after a quick kiss he grins “happy birthday bub” he breathes out, stroking his sides, Bucky laughs sheepishly “thanks Stevie”.
The cute moment is cut short when they hear you gasp, both turning, they see you, eyes wide open in shock, hands covering your mouth, quickly getting off the counter you push Steve away (to which he responds with a feigned offense scoff) and place your hands on a smiling Bucky “it’s your birthday!” you whine, feeling ashamed that you forgot, “Doll, it’s fine, you know I-“ you immediately shut him up by putting your hand over his mouth, not interested in hearing his excuses for you, “and YOU made ME breakfast?!” you cry, wishing the earth would swallow you whole right now, “Honey don’t feel bad, he doesn’t even like it when we celebrate” Steve intervenes, Bucky felt his stomach drop, he wanted to say that it wasn’t true, but suddenly all those times he groaned, complained and even ignored you and Steve’s attempts to celebrate were now staring him in the face. Snapping him out of his bitter thoughts, you were dragging him to your bedroom by his metal wrist “what are you doing?” he asked you, without even turning back and walking with determination you replied “I’m giving you a blowjob”, too stunned to speak Bucky just laughed, the steps of Steve following behind echoing in the room.
Sadly thankfully, the day was spent like any other Friday, you all went to work, Sam gave Bucky a card that said happy birthday you old git! With an old man yelling “bugger off!”, which Steve and Tony found hilarious, got to yell at some trainees, got some paperwork done, your boys picked you up from work, went grocery shopping which was kinda fun because he got to pick the cereal, got ice cream before dinner (a wild night indeed). The three of you got to cooking, Steve did most of the work, you wouldn’t let Bucky help out and you once burned water… once Steve finished cooking, you set the table and placed a paper crown on the birthday boy’s head. Food was delicious, the company was the best but to Bucky’s surprise, he wanted more… God it was stupid he thought, but he couldn’t deny any longer that he was bummed out he didn’t wake up to the two of you screaming, you forgot his birthday, he didn’t get to eat waffles, Sam and Tony made fun of him and he didn’t even do anything special with the two of you.
Noticing Bucky’s gloom, you gave Steve a knowing look “I’m sorry today wasn’t all that special bub” the blonde whispered as he rubbed his boyfriend’s back, with a sigh Bucky place his hands on your and Steve’s thighs “it’s my own fault, I always gave you a hard time when you two tried to make my birthday special, I just- I didn’t know that I actually loved it”… with a shit-eating grin you laughed, Bucky raised an eyebrow in return “I mean I know it’s not a big deal but don’t kick a man when he’s d-“ cutting him off you sit up on his lap and hand him an envelope, with a hesitant smile he opens the envelope, in it, were three plane tickets.
Unable to get a word out he just stares at you, picking you and Bucky up and setting you on his lap, Steve grins, “we’re taking you away for a whole week bub”, and before Bucky could even protest you grabbed his jaw and pulled him down to look at you “I cleared it with work and Steve with Fury, we’re all good to go… you didn’t think I actually forgot your birthday right?” you tease with a cocky smirk, getting off of your boys’ lap, you take out of the fridge a stack of waffles shaped cake “Happy birthday Sergeant” you whisper in his ear, and before he could kiss you and Steve like a man starved, your door bursts open, Sam and Nat walking in with balloons and liquor bottles, arguing about god knows what; Wanda, Tony, and Scott also walk in with food and presents, with a loud laugh Bucky greets all of them. The night was perfect, great conversations and games with close friends only, the cake was delicious and it actually tasted like maple syrup! He couldn’t have wished for a better celebration, and it was all thanks to his loving-thought-amazing partners, perhaps he didn’t feel like he was worth celebrating, yet… but Bucky Barnes felt truly lucky to have been born.
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#stucky x you#stucky x reader#steve rogers fanfiction#bucky barnes fanfiction#mcu fanfiction#carrot's harvest
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1K CELEBRATION— a gift ❤ for @lilythesilly
The Carlos cow eyes? You know, when you get all lovey and concerned. Soulful, big, brown eyes, it… absolutely wrecks people. You think they're soulful?
#911ls#911lsedit#911edit#911verse#stevieedits#m:gifs#m:911ls#carlos reyes#carlosreyesedit#lilythesilly#1kcelebration*#lily#m:911verse
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i know i love you — choi yeonjun
pairings: idol!yeonjun x nonidol!reader
word count: 1k
notes: angst, fluff, jealous reader, profanity, lovely very sympathetic bf yeonjun, ft. hwang yeji (i’m not a shipper btw, i’m just doing this for the sake of the fic JHFDJSHFS)
request states: “Can i please request a fic where the reader feels a lil insecure about her relationship with yeonjun since a lot of people started shipping him with a female idol (it could be yeji from itzy or whatever) so she talks about breaking up cause she thinks he deserves better but he comforts her and doesnt let her go thanksss”
you pouted at the sight of the couple right in front of you, sharing ice cream together and happily giggling while taking photos as they finished their banana split. you couldn’t stop staring at them without feeling jealous because you know to yourself, you can’t do this with your own boyfriend.
already upset with the articles and comments you read an hour ago, seeing the couple being lovey-dovey to each other didn’t make you feel any better.
right before you and your boyfriend left for dinner, you just scrolled through your twitter but regretted right away as you saw an article that you never thought you would ever see.
it’s an article about your celebrity boyfriend, choi yeonjun, and another female idol, hwang yeji. both yeonjun and yeji performed a special collab stage for a music show anniversary and of course without any hard feelings, you’re very much proud of your boyfriend and yeji since they did so well on stage, but you couldn’t help to feel jealous from the chemistry they both exerted on stage, plus the shippers started posting their opinion between yeonjun and yeji.
“yeonjun and yeji’s power!” you read a fan’s tweet, and another “YJ and YJ is so sexy for doing that MHM”. you chuckled at the tweet. “omygosh, what if they start dating???”
since then, the heavy feeling in your heart never left your system, the random pangs here and there every minute also started bothering you. you even started questioning your relationship with yeonjun. you asked yourself, are you even worth his time and love? you would never be like these other people.
never in your life you thought you would start questioning you and yeonjun’s relationship, because yeonjun always meets your standard, or even goes beyond it. he’s always there for you despite being an idol, he satisfied both you and his needs in this relationship and he took his time and effort to keep you, him and the relationship strong, happy and going.
but what if breaking up is the best option? since you know you would never be like them. they;re far more gorgeous than a regular like you.
you bit your lip until you taste a metallic liquid on your tongue. you bang your head on the diner’s table and start slapping the back of your head.
“buttercup, are you okay?” you heard yeonjun from the other side of the table, carrying the tray of food and a milkshake.
you looked up and pouted, fixing your hair, “yeah im okay.” you said quietly, still pouting.
you took your plate of food and started playing with the fries, losing your appetite from what you saw on twitter.
you felt yeonjun suddenly holding your hand causing you to look up to his gaze, “you’re not okay,” he said and pouted, which made you pouted more. yeonjun caressed your cheeks and pinched it. “please tell me what’s wrong.” he asked.
you looked down, too embarrassed to share your feelings. “please tell me,” yeonjun pleaded once more. you look up again and sighed, looking away while starting to talk.
“i saw an article about you and yeji, and i also saw some fan’s comments…” you said, biting your lips. yeonjun raised both his brows while waiting for you to finish talking. “... and i didn’t like what i saw.” you said.
yeonjun pouted and caressed your hair, “is my darling jealous?” you silently nodded, feeling the tears creep up your eyes. “oh no baby, please don’t cry.” he said and rubbed your cheeks.
you couldn’t help but to have a sudden burst, now feeling insecure about the yeonjun and yeji comments and guilty because you had to ruin a good dinner with yeonjun.
“i just don’t think i’m the right one for you, you’re surrounded with so many people that are far more beautiful, far more talented and charismatic than me. look at me, i’m just a regular person that can’t even cross the road by myself.” your mouth didn’t stop from talking, “i don’t deserve you, you’re an idol and i’m not, i’m just a regular person.”
“like look at me, there’s nothing special about me.” you even stood up to show him you. “i’m not enough, i feel so useless.”
yeonjun’s brows furrowed and he pursed his lips. “buttercup look at me,” he asserted, you looked up with teary eyes.
“you know, and i know, i love you, okay?” he said and wiped your tears away, “please don’t feel insecure, you know yeji knows we’re dating and you and yeji gets along so well, you’re almost besties, so please don’t feel insecure, my love. i love you so much i hate seeing you cry.”
“you’re not just a regular person, you’re special to me because you love me like no other and you understand me. so what if they’re idols? they’re also a person like you. and you’re just as beautiful as them, you’re just as talented and charismatic as them.” he pulled you down to sit, “i love you for who you are and nothing is going to change. baby, we’re not going to break up if that’s what you’re suggesting. i love you too much for me to lose you, i will lose my shit if i lose you.”
yeonjun’s words fluttered you so much that more tears streamed down your face, yeonjun got a bunch of tissues and wiped your face with it.
“oh my god jun, my face will smell like burger and fries.” you said still crying. yeonjun giggled and pulled your head towards him and he kissed your forehead.
“are you okay now?” he asked, you gave him a low hum as you hold his hand.
both you and yeonjun settled and started eating the food you ordered, whilst yeonjun couldn’t stop admiring the sight of you in front of him, you also couldn’t stop admiring his angelic beauty.
“jun?” you suddenly said. “hmm?”
“i know i love you, too. and i know you love me, too. i’m sorry for ruining the mood. i love you so much, i can’t lose you either.”
#txt#tomorrow x together#txt imagines#txt imagine#txt scenarios#txt scenario#txt drabble#txt drabbles#txt x you#txt x y/n#txt x reader#txt yeonjun#yeonjun#yeonjun imagines#yeonjun imagine#yeonjun scenarios#yeonjun scenario#choi yeonjun#yeonjun fluff#txt fluff#txt angst#yeonjun angst#choi yeonjun imagines#yeonjun x you#yeonjun x reader#yeonjun x y/n
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