I took my parents to my favourite bookshop on thursday and as is our nature we all went a little book crazy. Among our purchase of half the bookstore’s contents was this little leather celtic sketchbook/journal that they got me for my upcoming birthday! its small and hand-bound and has textured pages and smells like a saddleshop and I’m in love with it.
Part 3 of the American Diner, a collaboration project by @daer0n and me. All the stuff that we used in the previews is part of this set, so if there’s anything you want, but is not included in this part, check out part 1 & part 2.
Some of the items have slots so you can put things inside / stack them up. A few bar counter islands are “empty” so you need the glass blocks and place them inside.
Included items in this set are: Checkered Island counters (4), Glass for the island counters (2), Tray (stackable, slotted), Coffeemaker (non-functional, slotted), Coffeepot, Counters (5), Coffee can, Island Ceiling blocks (2, rounded and squared) (deco), Round barstool, Spoon, Coffeecups (3), Glasses (8), Menu cards (2), Straw Holder, Neon sign coffee, Cake slice, Soda dispenser (non-functional, slotted), Wall shelves (5), Bottles (2), Black and white ceiling block, Fridge (non-functional, slotted) and plates (3, 1 of them is stackable).
I love Loki more than I love my cats so expect a lot of him (and probably Bucky and Steve) for a while.
You sighed, sitting up and looking around your dark room. Another sleepless night. You swung your legs over the side of your bed and stood up, quietly making your way through the halls. There was no real reason for why this kept happening to you, and you usually took some kind of pill to help you sleep. Tonight, however, the pill itself wasn’t helping. So you walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind you, so that no light seeped into the hall. You flicked on the light and opened the medicine cabinet, staring at the bottles with tired eyes.
After a moment of blank staring, you shook your head and blinked before grabbing a white and blue bottle. With a soft ‘pop’, the cap came off and you poured a single circular pill out. You closed the cap and filled a plastic cup with water, wondering silently if any of the others in the Tower would mind if you shared a bed with them for the night. Maybe. After downing the pill with a bit of water, you closed the cabinet and left the room, turning the light off as you did so. You passed a few doors before stopping, turning and staring at one. Taking a short breath, you opened the door and stepped in.
“Um…Loki?” A tired ‘hm?’ was his only response. “Do you mind if I sleep in here tonight? I’m having trouble on my own…” There was a soft hum of a yes, and you smiled, shutting the door behind you. “Thanks.” You quietly padded over to his bed, raising the blanket and sliding in next to him. After a short moment of shifting, being sure not to wake him again, you closed your eyes and began to fall asleep.
A knock at the door woke Loki the next morning, with a about from Tony that there was a meeting in ten. He went to sit up, only to have something tighten around his midriff. Looking down, he realized that you were snuggled up to his stomach, arms moving to a more comfortable position around him. You were still asleep, as evident by your closed eyes and soft breathing, so he slowly laid back down. He wasn’t quite sure how you got into his room without him knowing, until he realized you were the one talking to him last night. He hadn’t really heard what you had asked, and fell back asleep right after he answered you.
“(Y/N)?” His kept his voice quiet, and you gave a soft groan in response before nuzzling against his stomach. He couldn’t help smiling, it was endearing. “(Y/N)~ Stark’s called a meeting~”
“Wanna stay here…” you mumbled in reply, only to have him sigh in response.
“We’ll go to the meeting, then we can come back and you can lay on me some more. Does that sound like a deal?” You sighed and nodded. “Alright, darling. Let’s get up.” You lazily pushed yourself up and off of him, shooting him a lazy, sleepy half-smile.
“Mornin’,” you said, and Loki sat up and raised a hand, brushing some hair away from your sleepy eyes. “Meetings suck.”
“Indeed,” he chuckled, the low sound causing your cheeks to warm. Both of you were still waking up, so his morning voice startled you. You got off of the bed so he could do the same, straightening your pajamas and following him out after he fixed his bedhead.
“Glad you both could join us,” Tony said as you seated yourself on a stool in front of the island in the kitchen. You shot him a tired glare, but didn’t say anything.
“What were you two doing?” Natasha asked, leaning over and whispering so that no one heard your conversation.
“Sleeping.” You raised an eyebrow at her question, giving a grateful smile to Bruce as he slid a cup of coffee over the island to you. You explained the night to her, and she smirked. “Don’t give me that look. I used to do the same thing with you.”
“I’m just surprised he’s so comfortable with you. He would have thrown anyone else out the moment they woke him up,” she said with a shrug. You sipped your coffee, watching as Thor talked to his brother, most likely about what happened with the two of you last night. You and Loki locked eyes, and you gave him a lazy half-smile and a shrug. He returned the smile before responding to him.
It wasn’t long before Tony actually started the meeting, going over some hero-related stuff that you weren’t super interested in. After all, you were a medic, not a fighter.
As soon as your coffee was gone and the Tony stopped talking, you hopped off the stool and headed over to where Loki was sitting on the couch. “We had a deal,” you whispered into his ear after leaning down, smiling. He turned to you as you took his hand and straightened up, tugging him gently off the couch. He smiled, standing and letting you lead him back to bed so both of you could get more rest.
Summary: You and your husband Bucky move into your dream home, a few weeks after your marriage. You had no idea what you’d be in for.
Bucky Barnes X Reader
Warnings: Scary and/or unsettling/disturbing content; aspects of a haunting; will contain angst and fluff
Word Count: 945
A/N: I know I’m not exactly following my set schedule, and I wasn’t going to post this until I wrote the next part, but I am so exhausted from work this week that I have no real energy to write. I also didn’t want to forget to post (I may get incredibly bad news on Friday..) Again, please please hang in there with me, I promise this will get better!!