a small one but a moment

Tom Holland | Marry Me?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: hi love! could you possibly do an imagine about tom proposing to you, but like can you try and make it different from the usual proposal? thank you! (send in requests)

Summary: Tom struggles to find the perfect moment to pop the question. 

Warnings: Deadass the most fluff I’ve ever written in my life

Word Count: 1.4K

Tom had been planning out your proposal for much longer than he’d care to admit to anyone, except maybe his mum; in fact, she was the first person to know about his future plans. It was right after the two of you had visited his parents home and Tom saw how well you had managed to fit into his family.  

He watched you laughing heartily with his brothers and talking avidly with his mother and he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face as he leant against the kitchen doorway. Only one thought was running through his mind as he stared at you; I am a goner and when you glanced at him, a smile completely lighting up your face, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you all over again.

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To The Moon And Back

A while back @carrie11 tagged me asking if I could write something for this pic. So here you go. Nothing but flufff ahead. 

Mulder is hiding in the kitchen, not touching anything, not even the dirty dishes. With his luck he’d shatter Scully’s favorite plate, or flood the whole apartment. He wishes he could just leave, disappear, but that would be selfish and cowardly. Or would it? He glances at the kitchen table where a bunch of diapers, unused, lie scattered. Scully didn’t say it, never says it, but he’s useless here. Instead of being a father, he is a second baby in need of attention and supervision. Scully doesn’t need this. Or him.

“Mulder?” She walks into the kitchen gently rocking William, who is wearing a diaper three sizes too big for his small form. He’s cooing happily, at least. Scully, hair and clothes disheveled, looks anything but. It’s his fault, of course, and he’d do anything for her right now. “I know I said it was all right but… could you maybe go and buy the right sized diapers after all? It doesn’t really work.” He sees it now on Scully’s shirt. It’s white. Or rather it’s supposed to be. Right now it’s dotted with yellow and brown spots.

“Of course.” He swallows hard.

“I found this,” Scully stops him momentarily in his haste to get away from here. She hands him a piece of cardboard. “Just… these are the diapers. If you can’t find them yourself ask someone.” Mulder takes it and nods solemnly. He considers kissing her, but she turns away from him again before he can. With a sigh, he leaves, closing the door quietly behind him.

Before he puts the three bags of diapers into his cart, Mulder makes sure they are the right size this time. Ten times. It’s the right one, he is certain. He quickly maneuvers through the aisles, trying not to get distracted again. Who knew it was this difficult to buy diapers. They should use bigger letters and numbers on their front, he thinks. Not cute babies. None of the babies are as cute as William, of course. Yet, staring at these toothless, smiling faces he’d been reminded of his own son back home, safe in his mother’s arms. So no, he hadn’t noticed the age indicator in the corner. All Mulder had seen was a baby that resembled William and he’d bought those diapers without even thinking. Not this time, though. He stops for a moment, checks the size once more, just to be sure. He doesn’t want to face Scully again, see the confusion in her eyes, hear the disappointment in her voice. He can do this. If he can do nothing else, but damn it, he can buy diapers for his son.

When Mulder lifts his head again, he notices that he’s surrounded by baby clothes. Oh oh. He tries not to look at the cute little outfits, but his legs feel like lead as he tries to leave as quickly as possible. Then he sees it, stops without even wanting to. It’s a bib, nothing more. They have plenty of those already. They don’t need any more. They don’t have a bib like this, though. Mulder picks it up, the fabric soft under his fingers, and stares at it. The longer he contemplates buying it, he figures, the later he’ll be back at Scully’s. So he throws it atop the diapers, decision made, and hurries to get back home.

Mulder hears William babbling the minutes he unlocks the door. He grins; the sound his favorite these days. He doesn’t know how he’s lived without it, before.

“Hey.” Scully sits in the rocking chair in the nursery, William against her chest. Her hand is on their restless son’s back.

“Oh hey,” her voice sounds exhausted, as if far away, “you’re back.” Her eyes wander to the bag he’s holding and Mulder shows her that this time, this once, he didn’t screw it up.

“The right ones.” He tries not to sound proud. He should have bought the right ones the first time.

“Can you take him?” Scully gets up with difficulty and hands Mulder the baby.

“Hey buddy.” William’s eyes grow big and he starts kicking his tiny feet joyfully. At least someone’s glad he is around, Mulder thinks.

“I’d like to take a shower,” Scully says shrugging off her robe right there in the middle of the nursery, “can you watch him for ten minutes? Maybe change him into a fitting diaper.” To his greatest surprise, Scully smiles at him. It’s tired and small, but it’s there.

“Sure, we’ll be fine.” He isn’t sure that’s the truth, but Scully believes him, and shuffles off into the bathroom. A few moments later he hears the shower come on.

“All right, buddy. Your mom says you need a new diaper,” Mulder tells William in a gentle voice, quickly undressing him and taking off the diaper. The boy hates the changing table, is much rather upright where he can see the world, his curious eyes always finding something new. “You’ll grow into these one day, Willy boy,” his son squeaks and Mulder nods at him, “I hope your mom lets me stay around long enough to see it. I’m not exactly father of the year, huh?” Mulder quickly puts one of the new diapers on his son, fastens it, and marvels at his accomplishment until William reminds him that he’s still there, too.

“Right. Let’s put your clothes back on. You know, I bought you something today that you’ll love. I hope you do, anyway. You’re half Scully, so I guess skepticism is part of your genetic make-up. But you’re also part me,” Mulder whispers and grins at William, who seems to have forgotten that he’s on the hated changing table, staring up at his father, listening intently to his words, “so I thought you’d like something that’s a bit more out there. I know your mom prefers these plain things saying you don’t know the difference yet anyway, but it’s never too early to start, right?” With one hand on his son’s stomach, Mulder rummages through his shopping bag. He takes out the bib he bought earlier, shows it to William who pushes his tiny arms into the air, trying to grab it.

“No, no. It’s something you wear.” Carefully, Mulder puts the bib around William’s neck. The boy gurgles, kicks his arms and legs. “You like it, huh? Yeah, me too. Looks good on you. I may not be the best, most organized dad around, Will. But I love you so much. More than I ever thought possible. I love you to the moon and back,” Mulder says, leaving kisses on his son’s stomach, who squeals in delight. “I might send you to school without lunch, but I’ll never not answer any of your questions. If your mom lets me, I’ll tell you all about these planets here, the moon and the stars. All of it, William.”

“Even about the aliens, Mulder?” Scully joins them and Will grins when he sees his mother, gurgling his own version of hello. She sneaks an arm around Mulder’s waist, leaning heavily against him. Her hair is still wet, but she smells great and he leans down, kisses her head.

“If you let me.” He whispers into her hair, closing his eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I, Mulder?”

“I’m not exactly good at this, Scully. If you haven’t noticed.” She leans away from him, picks up William. She straightens the bib, smiles at it, and Mulder just watches the two people who mean the world to him. Scully looks up at him a moment later and hands their son to him.

“Mulder, you bought the wrong diapers. It’s not the end of the world.” She tells him as she puts on a new pair of pajamas.

“Don’t you remember when I tried to do laundry the other day?” He’d rather not think about it.

“So what? Mulder, you were tired. We’ll be tired for a while. We’ll both make mistakes.”

“You won’t.” She chuckles without looking at him.

“Mulder, you’re the only one who can calm William down when he gets into one of his crying fits. Look at him,” they both glance at their son, asleep in Mulder’s arms, “this only happens when you hold him. You might not be good at shopping, but Mulder you’ve never been good at that. I don’t expect you to be anyone else. You’re a wonderful father.”

“I am?”

“Yes,” Scully whispers, stroking the arms that hold William, “you are. I love the bib you bought, Mulder.” Her fingers trace the symbols on the fabric, the smile never leaving her face.

“You know what, Scully?” He waits until she lifts her eyes, looks at him. “I love you to the moon and back, too.”

She grins, gets on tiptoe, and her lips against his, answers his sentiment with a kiss.  

A 2B Review: Clace

Where we picked up: So we start with Jace knowing the truth about his father & Clary being in the dark. Thankfully the show reveals all in the premiere. Valentine uses his knowledge against Jace & Clary finds out the truth. I think they set up everything nicely. Clary being hurt but no quite understanding why she was hurt. Her lashing out causing Jace to confront his own issues then later Jace being able to access his powers for the first time thanks to his feelings for Clary.

The build up: Of course now that the truth is out we get several scenes building up their connection. The tension in 1x11 ending scene was an excellent set up for everything to come. You could literally feel that there was something unsaid between them. We see them training together, Clary challenging Jace when he is head of the institute & the staring at the bar. All great moments that was super frustrating. I get that they wanted to make the triangle real & in the end the payoff was beautiful but it was hard watching them dance around each other so long. Looking back this is probably the exact reaction the writers wanted so kudos to them.

The Seelie Court: All the build up climaxed at the Seelie Court when Clary was forced to save Simon & Jace by kisses the one she desires most. Definitely one of my favorite moments. The kiss was beautiful & soft & lasted just a little to long. Their reactions were also spot on. Jace being surprised that Clary kissed him back the way she did. Clary surprised at how she actually she has feeling for him. I think considering how in denial Clary was this was done well. I think Kat also played the scene very well where you are left wondering in a few of those moments if deep down she already knows that her feeling for Jace are still just beneath the surface.   

The Fallout: One of the things I have loved about these episodes is we didn’t just Clary have this big epiphany. After her break up she shy’s away from Jace & we get to see Jace pursue her a little but mostly we see them growing closer without the Valentine lie or other relationships hanging over them.  We see them depending on each other more, confiding in each other. One of my favorite things is we see Jace making the effort to lower his guard with Clary. Jace is a character who doesn’t show vulnerability to many & doing such a thing is really difficult for him but in two important but small moments we see him telling her about his childhood & allowing her to see his grief over Max. It was so nice to see.    

The payoff: Episodes 19 & 20 was literally everything I could have hoped for. We had them using their angelic abilities together which resulted in one of the most beautiful scenes. Jace realizing Clary’s feelings for him after seeing her upset over him being hurt. Clary understanding the depth of her own feeling. Two beautiful declarations & them finally being a couple. Of course this isn’t happily ever after but I didn’t expected to be. I totally love the small details that were put into these episodes. Jace looking surprise those first few times Clary reached out & touched him. The realization in Jace’s eyes’s right before he kissed her for the first time in a while. The way they clung to each other after the fight with the circle members. Clary’s overall reaction to Jace’s death. Jace being worried & unsure about being brought back trying to hard to happy with Clary. Like I said the payoff was beautiful & this is just the beginning.

Overall I really enjoyed 2b. It was my favorite so far & the show has really come a long way.

From the Grave

Just a little short based around my fic. (You can find the first chapter here)

Sean sat at his computer flipping through fan creations. As he scrolled he started to notice quite a number of new pieces kept cropping up.They all featured him as a zombie for some reason and they were all tagged “Rob”.

He finally came across a post explaining this phenomenon. Apparently one of his latest thumbnails had sparked the fans to create a new “ego”. He laughed to himself thinking how something so small could have gotten this big.

He continued to go through the new pieces slowly falling in love this new idea. A particularly nice drawing popped up of the new character. His cursor hovered over the reblog button for a moment before his phone rang.

Sean looked to see who was calling but it was unlisted. Meaning there was only one person it could be at this time of night.

He answered. “Hello agent Delmont. What can I do for you this evening?”

There was silence on the other end.


“I am not. Taking care. Of a corpse.”

The line went dead. Sean sat for a second staring at his phone in shock.

“How the fuck…?”

Here’s a small compilation of several mashups I’ve created over these years. Most weren’t released up ‘till this moment.

Yes, it’s possible those or similar mashups already were done by other people, due to the generic nature of source material - this mix, however, uses none of them (if you’ll find the “clones”, feel free to compare them to my segments - I’m sure they’ll differ in one way or another).

Either way, enjoy. :)

The source list (all taken from YouTube’s ogg streams):

  • Smash Mouth - All Star (Vocal Track, Instrumental)
  • Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up (Vocal Track)
  • Oasis - Wonderwall (Vocal Track)
  • Caravan Palace - Lone Digger (Instrumental)
  • Bag Raiders - Shooting Stars (Instrumental)
  • LazyTown - We Are Number One (Vocal Track, Instrumental)

Originally mixed in Reaper all across 2015 - 2017. Megamix compiled at 2017/08/15 - 2017/08/17.

Made with SoundCloud

It’s weird to see some of the sympathetic messages I used to receive back then. There were many, some of which remain unpublished in my inbox now. They do nothing for you in that moment, when you’re just too deep down, but now, three years later, the feeling that so many people cared enough to send a message is finally having some effect. I’d like to think one of them would have really noticed if I’d offed myself then. I still notice the void left by the people I used to know who are no longer around. Even if they only took up a small spot in this world, someone will notice.

YOI surprises: Phichit sees the rings

YOI managed to surprise me (all of us) with so many things and I want to talk about one in particular, I don’t know if it’s just me but this was one of my biggest and most immediate “wow YOI really is different” moment.

When I saw Phichit’s face here I was 100% sure that he would throw a fit. His best friend was wearing an engagement/wedding ring??? Without him knowing anything about it????????????? My exposure to western media (all media?) really had me see Drama™ coming in the form of Yuuri why didn’t you tell me, I’m your best friend, how could you do this to me. And like I didn’t even expect it to be super dramatic or take more than a few seconds of screen time but still I would have bet my money on some sort of remark like that.

Instead here’s what we got:

Instant support for his bestie and happiness for two people in love, without questions and questioning, no “but when did it happen?”, no “but he’s your coach!”, no “you didn’t tell me!”, just pure positivity and love.

This is a small thing maybe but it’s one that I definitely am grateful for because it shows how the world of YOI is amazing in every way ♥

I decided to make this a little series because I realized I have a few more moments like this that I want to talk about, so I’ll tag all the posts as yoisurprises so you can easily keep track of them. Also, you can add your own moments to the tag!

shy/antisocial/introvert people at a party be like

•finding comfortable places to stay and enjoy the view
•dealing with “are you okay” “are you sad” “enjoy the fucking party ur not furniture” just because of your bored/sad natural resting face
•watching people’s embarrassing moments when they think nobody saw em and just being like Ron u shouldnt pick your nose like that u nasty
•catering dudes who constantly smile at you while doing their shit is the most wonderful thing ever
• analysing E V E R Y T H I N G AND E V E R Y O N E
• being the weird silent one who stands by the food table/trash cans/bathroom/stairs
• improving your socializing skills with cats or flowers
• that creepy one staring at you
• that annoying one who keeps talking to you
• food is the only friend in all this shit
• trying not to fall asleep
• that “i wanna go home” persistent thought

i forgot how much people really don’t care about the fact that mcu whitewashed the maximoff twins and made them nazis, whitewashed the ancient one, didn’t include one of the founding members of the avengers who was the only actual woman on the team and killed her in less than ten minutes, makes clint not deaf for no reason, i couLD Go on

Do you ever think of Kakashi coming to training with Team 7 really tired because he didn’t sleep that night and since he’s so tired he does that thing where he calls one of the kids like 4 different names before he gets to the one he meant?

Like, “Lower your stance Sasuke, I mean Pakkun, no Tenzo, NO I mean Genma, I MEAN NARUTO!”

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

Originally posted by shiro-hime-sama

Bucky couldn’t forget that he’d almost punched a 15-year-old’s face in without realizing it. Anxiety rolled in his head whenever he saw Peter without his mask. Tonight was no exception.

Peter was hunched behind a pile of physics books and loose papers, headphones in, squinting at his laptop. The digital glow highlighted his black eye and bruised, swollen jaw. Bucky had been sitting across the room for almost 15 minutes without being noticed, that worried him more than anything. Was Peter’s intuition blunted by exhaustion, or were his injuries worse than they thought? But their resident psychics and AI had all said he was fine. He must be fine. When (if) Bucky was cleared for missions, he resolved to try and get assigned as the kid’s backup. He knew Peter wasn’t fragile, he knew that not many people could land a hit on him anyway, it was just that the ones who could made it count. And this skinny little nerd was trying to catch up on his homework after getting pounded, that’s what drove Bucky crazy. Was he ever going to just stop and sleep?

Bucky took a moment to appreciate the irony of him, the master of insomnia, judging someone else’s poor sleeping habits before shoving off from his chair and heading to the fridge.

Something shiny reached over Peter’s elbow and planted a bottle in front of his face. Peter, lost in diagrams, Twenty-One Pilots, and blurring vision, almost had a heart attack. He yanked his headphones out just in time to catch the words “…’n all-nighter?” and see Barnes looming over him.

“What?” Peter squeaked. Dignified, the small, awake part of his brain grumbled. “Oh…yeah, pulling an all-nighter, sorry I didn’t catch the first part of that, ah – it’s just that I’ve already called in so many extensions and this paper is 30% of my grade, and then finals is next month and I just need to finish this…coffee? Yesss!”

Peter guzzled half of his new iced frappucino in two seconds. Bucky stifled a chuckle. “Take short naps. Set a timer. Results’ll be better than just trudging through with no breaks. Soviet assassin tip,” he added, because today wasn’t a bad day and he could joke about that.

This was more consecutive sentences than Barnes had said to Peter since…since they met, even? Peter gaped, which turned into a full-blown yawn, which made the right side of his face ache. “Thanks?”

Barnes nodded, “Sleep tomorrow, okay punk.” It sounded like an order.

Peter gave an only possibly-intelligible affirmation, but Barnes was satisfied enough to nod and leave without another word. Peter watched, then stretched, cracked his neck, and held the cold coffee to his cheek as he fumbled for the timer on his phone. The nearest couch was only a few yards away, that would do. If he got in his own bed he would never crawl out of it.

Bucky was pretty sure that no teenager could relax with a metal-armed public menace lurking in the corner, so he left Peter to hopefully sleep. Anyway, he had rounds to make before he could wind down, so he let his feet fall into their nocturnal path around HQ, and he thought.

Peter was gonna keep getting hurt. Bucky had yelled at Sam about wanting to yell at Stark for being a selfish piece of shit about that, because this was a kid who should have a life. Then Sam showed him the YouTube videos of Spider-Man drop-kicking armed robbers and giant metal bird men in nothing stronger than sneakers and swim goggles, and Bucky realized that Peter threw himself between people and danger whether he was bulletproof or not. So on this at least, Bucky agreed with Stark: keeping Peter nearby, giving him state-of-the-art suits and the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes at his back, was the only way to protect him short of sitting on him.

But he was gonna keep getting hurt. Clever, moral, empathetic…Bucky’s brain may be as coherent as a bowl of pudding some days, but he knew enough about that type to realize that black eyes and sleepless nights were inevitable.

A few minutes later, it hit him that he’d called Peter, “Punk.”

One in a Million

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Can you write a short where Seb abd Bucky are in the same universe and they meet. But the reader is dating one of them and hangs out with the other one then her bf gets jealous at the end with fluff please?? Requested by Anonymous

Word Count:1,816

Warnings: Language, Mention of Alzheimer, Tiny Angst, Fluff

A/N: And Happy Birthday Sebby! This is probably not what you had in mind, but it’s what I came up with. I don’t write rpf so Seb is not a Stan ;) I made that gif, you’re welcome to use it.

“Babe?” you called out to Bucky once you noticed him. You were supposed to meet at your favourite coffee shop for lunch and your boyfriend was standing at the hand-off counter, patiently waiting for his cup of coffee.

When he didn’t turn around, you walked over to him and slid your arms around his waist. You didn’t notice how the man tensed and straightened himself up. You nuzzled his neck and placed a soft kiss on his jawline.

“Um, you cut your hair?” The man gave you a little shove and you took a step back to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

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Two is better than one


Summary: Literally just a supersoldier cuddles session after sex 

Warnings: suggestive themes, swearing, cute nerdy supersoldiers 

Originally posted by aestheticimagines

  You’re entire body shook in post orgasm bliss and the thought of moving at all almost made you tremble more.

   "You okay doll?“ Two warm hands cup your cheeks, a soft Brooklyn accent penetrated the fog in your head. 

  You weakly open one eye, staring at Bucky before you. He has this soft little smile to his lips and unlike you he’s perfectly composed, the only hint that he’d just had one of the greatest threesomes of his life came in the form of small beads of sweat on his brow. 

  "Come on (Y/N),” Bucky’s thumb swipes along your clammy cheek, his smile faltering just a bit. He was always worried after the three of you had sex, after all, it wasn’t easy to take such two large men at once, so Bucky was justified in his fears.  "You gotta answer me sweetheart,“ 

  "Yeah,” Your voice is hoarse, absolutely wrecked. “I’m okay, just-” You close your eye, searching for the perfect word to describe how you felt. Good, just overwhelmed? Absolutely blissful but already sore? 

  “I know,” Bucky gently presses his lips to your sweaty forehead, drawing a small noise of contentment from you. “I know how you feel. How about you Stevie? You okay back there?” Steve’s slightly sweaty forehead pressed against your shoulder, his warm chest pressed to your back, his soft lips just barely grazing your skin as he breathes in deeper than usual. 

  “I’m good,” Steve smiles gently, his lips curling upwards in that smile both you and Bucky loved so much. 

  “Good. That’s good,” Bucky gently slides his hands from your face down to your arm, his fingers gently tracing along your flesh. “We should probably shower, change the sheets-" 

  "No,” You whine, a broken noise from the bottom of your throat. “Bucky I’m too tired,” Bucky hums contemplatively as he looks at you, giving you the impression that he was thinking about what you said but before you could realize he was faking it he had already whisked you up in your arms, laughing softly when you squealed in surprise.

   "Come on Stevie,“ Bucky offered his hand out to Steve, which he gladly took. Bucky then proceeded to guide both of you to the bathroom, the now much larger bathroom to met your every need; (Tony was sick of hearing the three of you whine constantly about how small your quarters were "Well you see, this tub wasn’t made for three people, much less to behemoths of men) A much larger tub and shower, bigger vanity, plenty of room for three people to share comfortably.

   Steve turns the water on, letting it warm up before he deems it worthy. Wordlessly Bucky slides into the shower with you still wrapped around him like a sloth.

   "You have to put your legs down (Y/N),” Bucky chuckles, his free hand now running up and down your spine soothingly. 

  “I don’t think I can move them…" 

  "Tire you that much, huh?” Steve chuckles as he joins too, his chest pressed against your back, his hands sliding down to your claves to gently unhook them from Bucky’s legs. “Sounds like you’re losing your touch," 

  "I am not,” You tilt your head backwards to glare at him. “You two are just fucking horny dogs who can go at it for hours,” Both men chuckle as they reach for something; Bucky the soap and Steve the hair products. Simultaneously both boys begin to pamper you, with Bucky covering your entire body in soap, his lips gently pressed to yours, and Steve rubbing the shampoo into your hair, his own lips pressed to your neck.

   The two keep at the whole pamper thing for quite some time, so long that the water began to run cold and even Bucky’s fingers were starting to shrivel up. 

  “I’ll go change the sheets, you two put some clothes on,” Bucky gives both of you a kiss before he hops out of the shower, grabbing a towel before exiting the steaming bathroom. 

  Steve smiles as you turn in his embrace, your legs wobbling as you face him. Wordlessly he picks you up, his muscles giving no strain at having to loft an actual human being. After successfully getting you out of the shower and onto the bathroom counter he grabs the remaining towels, wrapping one around his own waist and the other around your body. 

  “We’re so lucky,”  Steve whispers as he brushes some water sopped hair away from your face. “You’re so beautiful, so sweet, so perfect," 

  Steve was most definitely the sentimental one of the three of you, the one to constantly validate you and Bucky, to constantly go on rants about how lucky he was, It was always sweet.  

  "You’re pretty damn good yourself Steve,” You smile as you reach out, raking your nails through hair hair, delighting in the purrs of pleasure you were able to pull from his lips. “You’re so perfect for us, wouldn’t want anyone else, just you Stevie,” Steve smiles shyly, the praise sinking below his skin, making him blush like some schoolgirl. 

  “I thought I told you two nerds to get dressed,” Bucky pokes his head in the bathroom, smiling at the sight that greeted him, his two lovers touching each other tenderly, smiling at each other sweetly.

   "Sorry Buck,“ Steve chuckles as he grabs the clothes Bucky had laid out. "We’ll get right to that,”

   "Good. bed’s almost ready anyways,“ And with that Bucky leaves you two again, his footstep retreating back into your bedroom.

  Steve smiles as he let’s your towel fall to the floor, leaving your body bare before him, only now the sight of you naked wasn’t sexual, it was something else entirely. Even when Steve began to slide your underwear up your legs, his lips glued to your still trembling thighs as he assisted you in dressing, it wasn’t sexua, now it was more affectionate, more intimate. 

  Steve slides a large shirt over your small body, one of his that you and Bucky often borrowed. It smelled like Steve and Bucky, like safety and home, like detergent and Bucky’s shampoo, it smelled like Steve’s cologne and now it smelled like the lavender soap the boys had coated your body with. 

  You hum softly as Steve kisses your lips gently, his hands sliding down your waist as he let’s the shirt fall around your body, the material bunching around his wrists. He tasted like you and Bucky with just a hint of some kind of fruit. 

  "Get your clothes on you nerd,” You mumble against his lips, smiling when he more than reluctantly pulled back. 

  The man’s “clothes” consisted of a pair of boxers, as did Bucky’s but you didn’t mind in the slightest. The constant skin contact, the all around legs wrapped around yours, one chest pressed to yours, another pressed to your back, was simply heavenly. 

  “You need to drink something,” Steve adds as he eyes you, all the while worming the skintight boxers up his legs. “Your voice sounds wrecked,”

   "I feel wrecked,“ You chuckle gently just as your legs give another tremble; what perfect timing. "But in the best kind of way,” You add, noting the concern that immediately overtook Steve’s features at your words.

  “We could have been softer…" 

  "No Stevie,” You cup his cheeks, letting your thumbs caress his stubbled skin. “It was perfect, I promise you,” Steve hums as he leans into your touch, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your wrist. The small touch of affection had your heart skipping a beat, your lips curling upwards in a smile, your stomach blooming with a warm pleasant feeling.

  “As much as I love to look at you two,” Bucky interjects the sweet moment yet again, smiling at the two of you so lovingly it almost hurt. “The bed’s ready and I’m fucking beat,” Steve nods and he wordlessly picks you up, his arms comforting around you. One arm wraps around you securely, keeping you locked against his chest, while the other reached for Bucky’s hand, tugging him into the mass of warm bodies. 

  You hum sleepily, softly, as you nuzzle against Steve’s neck, breathing his scent in deeply. Warmth, safety, protection, love. 

  “I’m gonna set you down doll, so you’ve got let me go,” You nod as you slip your arms away from Steve’s neck, letting him gently place you down onto the fresh, clean sheets. 

   You hum once again as you nuzzle into the pillows, awaiting your two best boys to join you in bed. You didn’t have to wait long before Bucky was burrowing into you from the front and Steve nuzzling in from the back; Their warmth mingled with yours and suddenly everything felt okay. You felt like a three piece puzzle and now that all of you were interlocked so intimately the puzzle was complete.

   "You sure you’re okay (Y/N)?“ Bucky asks softly, his fingers dancing up your arm, stopping to tuck a strand of slowly drying hair behind your ear.  

  "I’m sure,” You nod, beaming up at him the best you can. 

  “Good.” Bucky states once again, his smile nearly infectious as he looked at you. “Now get some sleep Любовь моя, you need it,” You hum sleepily, appreciatively as Bucky kisses your forehead, his lips lingering for quite some time before he pulled back. “You too Stevie,” Bucky reaches over you, ruffling Steve’s hair affectionately. 

  “I was half asleep when you so rudely woke me up,” Steve cracks an eye open to glare at Bucky, his look playful but still less than thrilled. “Looks like I wore you both out,” Bucky smirks teasingly even if his eyes were dropping with sleep themselves. “Maybe you two are losing your touch,”

  “I am not,” Steve states indignantly, a sort of frown to his features. 

   "Hmm,we’ll just have to test that tomorrow morning then,“ Even though the three of you were so completely and utterly worn out the thought of yet another pleasure filled morning had your core aching to be filled and it may have been your imagination but you could have sworn Steve’s hip gave a little jerk against yours. 

  "But for now,” Bucky smiles softly, all mischievousness melting away immediately. “You two need sleep,”

   "So do you,“ You yawn, your eyes slipping closed and staying closed as you do.

   "I will,” Bucky whispers, his metal hand tracing circles into your shoulder, slowly soothing you into a deep sleep. “I will doll,” But you were far too gone to respond, your exhaustion taking over.

   "Love you Buck,“ You whisper, the only words you could manage at the time. "You too Stevie, love you two so much,” Both boys smile, sharing a sweet look with each other before allowing their own eyes to close, letting their own fatigue take over.

  “Love you (Y/N),"