So, I just thought to make the list of the cheek symbols of the Queens of Mewni for my next analysis (the significance of these cheek symbols). The first column were the image of the queens, second is their cheek symbols, third is symbolism’s meaning I got from the internet, and fourth is what traits I think you needed to get that symbol in the SVTFOE universe (in short, what the symbol signifies).
SVTFOE Card Suite Symbolism speculation:
Heart - people with this symbol are very lovable and has a distinguishing “charm” that naturally attracts people and come to her side. They prioritize their relationship with others compared to anything else and usually let their heart dictates their action (emotional). They are often found as center of the group
Spade - people with this symbol wields strong and fearsome power, even more powerful than normal and typical queens.
Diamond - people with this symbol have the tendency to take the center of command and shoulder the burden and responsibility by their selves. They dress in jewelry and finery, conducting their selves as befitting of nobility.
Club - people with this symbol have the “common” mindset. They appreciate the values that works for the greater whole of society and hates anything that could destroy the social order they are comfortable and grew up in already.
Color symbolism speculation:
Shades of purple - elegance, nobility, regal
Yellow - bright, lively
Pink - lovely, feminine,
White - harmony, power, everything (as it is combination of all colors of light. That’s why Moon said you must give everything if you want to “dip down”)
Q1: What’s your hobby or something you’re into recently, how do you spend your holiday?
A1: Classical, jazz, opera, R&B, hip hop, EDM…… I listen to all kinds of music. Right now I’m into Hisaishi Joe’s ‘Summer’. Dadadadadan da-dan ♪ (starts singing) I want to watch his piano performance in person one day.
Q2:Tell us your fashion style or preference!
A2: My favorite item is shirts. I have several shirts from the simple ones to shirts with unique prints. I also like the boston bag I bought in New Year earlier this year. I’m using it with loving care!
A3: Lots of times I choose refreshing or relaxing fragrance. I choose which one to use based on my outfits or mood.
Q4: Favorite work among Japanese movies, dramas, mangas?
A4: I recently finished watching the ‘Nigeru wa Haji da ga Yaku ni Tatsu’ drama! I like the scene where the female protagonist and her contract marriage partner hug every Monday. I feel like I saw that male actor somewhere so I looked him up, and turns out he’s Hoshino Gen, whose music I usually listen to! By the way among Hoshino Gen’s songs, I like ‘Nichijo’ the most. I’m practicing ‘koi dance’ too!
THIS IS HIM
Vincent Van Gogh is my favorite artist. I saw his work ‘Starry Night’ for the first time in January and was utterly moved. After that I went to the art museums in New York and Chicago to see his works, I have his painting hung in my room too.
I learn Japanese by using the memo app on my phone to make vocabulary list or watching Japanese movies and animes. Recently I often use ‘~de gozaru’. It’s because of the character Momonosuke from ‘One Piece’.
I don’t know if it’s because I was born in winter, but the word ‘snow’ is meaningful to me. I like snow scenery too. One of my hobbies is taking photos, so last year when I traveled to Sapporo, I had a great time and took a lot of photos of snow scenery there.
THIS IS HIM: V is…
from RAP MONSTER
“Good-looking face and skilled at performing. Furthermore, his passion for making good music is twice as strong as others. I think he doesn’t show it that much, but I hope many people would know he has that (passion for making music) inside.”
“We fight sometimes but he’s like a friend who often fools around with me. Last time we promised to go to Jeju Island together but eventually couldn’t due to my personal matter… We’re close so we’ll plan again some time soon (laughs)!”
Nico is the type of person who is too lazy to step into the shower but refuses to get out soon after because he ends up enjoying it way too much
He owns like fifty of the same kind of jeans and shirts.“Nico, you’ve been wearing that shirt for three days” “No, I don’t”
In addition, he also have the same kind of shirts but on different yet almost identical shades of black. “Weren’t you wearing that yesterday” “No, that shirt is onyx. This is jet black”
He wears socks in his sleep specially during winter but always, always wakes up already not wearing them having subconsciously taken them off during the night.
He likes to drink really icy cold water.
He has a collection of pirate films and had already thrice watched the whole Pirates of the Caribbean franchise in one sitting. He already plan on a fourth one but now with Will.
Any overly too strong perfume scent makes him sneeze a lot. That’s exactly why he avoids the Aphrodite cabin like a plague. No, it’s not because of his love life but really let people think what they want.
Special talent? He can wiggle his ears. Will is the only other person to know and the son of Apollo can’t tell anyone else. Ever.
He actually knows how to do perfect braids, something Reyna found out when he helped with hers. It was a result of having practiced with Bianca’s hair back when they were in the casino.
He doesn’t have a bad angle and always looks good in every photo taken of him. Like how?
He’s the only one so far, aside from the other Athena kids who had actually won a game of chess against Annabeth.
He taught Will how to slow dance during one of their supposed outdoor date but having it ending up in the Hades cabin because it began raining. They danced it during their wedding.
He’s actually the one who had initiated the first kiss between him and Will. It was when the other had been gushing way too much on an injury he got during capture the flag and he simply had to shut the other up.
The kiss was brief, barely lasting a second but it did serve it’s purpose.
In exception to one Will Solace, he still feels uneasy with being touched and hugs still makes him a bit uncomfortable but the ones he initiates and the ones he reciprocates are the most comforting ones ever.
I have a question. How come in that scene where Steve was describing the Winter Soldier to Natasha he went with “he’s fast” and “he’s strong” before saying “he had a metal arm” because if it were me that would have been the first thing I’d mention. I mean, it’s kind of a pretty distinctive feature.
What if a Hale-wolf lives after the fire on the street, perhaps with a human who is homeless. And because of these circumstances he looks more like a sick thin dog than a wolf.
On, anon, why would you do this to either of us?
The wolf is too thin, his belly shrunken
and concave, no fat between his thin skin and his brittle bones. He has
forgotten how to hunt. He is hunted instead, by the spectre of death. He knows.
He doesn’t care. Instead of sticking to the woods where instinct tells the wolf
he would be safer—shelter, water, prey—the
wolf winds closer and closer into the streets of the human town, and picks
through dumpsters and gutters for food.
Here tires screech on asphalt. Cars
backfire. The street is hard underneath the pads of the wolf’s paws. Everything
is loud and harsh and too, too bright.
The wolf limps down the alleyways, death
Winter is here. The wolf knows he will not
see another one.
The wolf follows his nose. He picks up
heady scents above the stink of exhaust fumes and oil and rancid things. The
wolf rattles around the trashcans at the back of a cheap diner, and fills his
belly with the sick-slickness of greasy burgers. Warmth fills the wolf, and his
old friend death steps back for just a moment.
Nose in the air, the wolf continues to
explore the alleyway. His claws dig into a pile of damp cardboard as he
sidesteps the icy-cold puddle of rain, oil-slicked, in the gutter.
“Hey!” someone says, and the cardboard
The wolf skitters back, and then remembers
that he is a predator. He stops, and turns, and growls.
A boy’s face appears from underneath a
layer of the cardboard. It is pale. His eyes are bloodshot and his lips are
blue. He has a spray of moles across his face like an unfamiliar constellation.
The boy freezes when he sees the wolf. “Holy shit.”
The wolf and death stare back at the boy.
The wolf has forgotten how to mark time.
He has no idea how long it is he stands
The boy’s bones are as brittle as the wolf’s,
his skin as thin. When he curls his fingers through the wolf’s ruff, they are
like icicles. His breath though, is hot. It tickles the wolf’s fur when he
buries his face against it. His tears taste like salt.
Death circles them, in the little den the
boy has made behind the cardboard in an alleyway in the cold, cold town.
The wolf tugs himself from the boy’s grip,
and slinks back down the alley to the trashcans. His boy is too cold, too weak
to crawl this far, so the wolf picks up a discarded burger in his jaws and
carries it back to him.
The boy eats it, crying.
The wolf curls around him when they sleep.
Death steps closer, its black mouth open in
The wolf growls at it, the sound rumbling
through his thin ribcage.
Maybe not this winter at all.
The wolf has a den now, and a heartbeat to
share it with.
When the boy is strong again they will go
into the woods and build a shelter there, and the wolf will remember his
instincts, and the boy will learn his, and they will be packmates there, where
the ground is soft underneath their feet and the stars are visible at night.
I mean disagree if you must I don’t really care aha. I’ll try to add more when I think of them, just wanted to get this out since I said I would write a list. I got lazy on why I think these things and kinda had a moment where I went “wait why am I even explaining myself. I don’t give that much of a fuck to explain myself.” so yeah. Enjoy.
1)Sherlock Holmes – Why you ask? Because Sherlock is just
too cynical to be from any other house. A lot of people think he’s a ravenclaw
(which he could be!) but nah I don’t believe so. Sure Sherlock is smart AF but
he’s not like other smart people. He’s cunning and clever and just so Slytherin
it hurts. (SIDENOTE*** I do believe that brave John Watson is in fact a
Gryffindor. But he’s more like “aye that’s my favorite Gryffindor, John!” than “Ew
Gryffindors” ya feel?)
2)Kayne West- Do I really gotta go over this? Sorta obvious.
3)Jim Halpert-100% Slytherin. Well maybe 98% but close
enough. His constant pranks on Dwight (who is arguably a Gryffindor) is just so
… Slytherin? Aha sorry but I don’t even have the patience to argue this, it’s
set in stone in my mind.
4)Doctor Gregory House-This is another one of those that
doesn’t need explanation.
5)Mare Barrow (Red Queen Series)- I don’t know what it is
about her… But Mare just reminds me of a Slytherin. Just something about her is
so badass ya feel me?
6)Robert Downey Jr.- I’m not sure if I have to explain this
one because come on :’)
7)Ariana Grande- Not a big fan of her, but she’s just very
like mean girl Slytherin (even though I know she’s probably a very sweet girl,
just like the way she looks makes me think of like a mean girl lmao)
8)Hugh Jackman- Totally. Couldn’t see him in any other
11)Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier- There is just something
about him that is so Slytherin (you could probably argue Gryffindor as well…
12)Jyn Erso- I’m a multi fandom nerd and I 100% am so for
this. Jyn is such a strong lead character that takes no shit.
13)Princess Leia- Completely and totally a Slytherin.
14)Zuko (Avatar the Last Airbender)- I know this doesn’t
help the whole “villains are not Slytherin!!” but like he gets a redemption at
the end (sort of last season). So to me he’s like a good mix of “bad” and “good”
15)Lestat De Lioncourt (The Vampire Chronicles)- He’s a mess
and that’s amazing. Also he’s kind of the stupid (he’s not stupid I know but he’s
just like… a dumb blond which I find hilarious) mean Slytherin.
16)Louis Tomlinson- Louis William Tomlinson is for sure a
Slytherin. He’s just like the popular outgoing kind of Slytherin (they exist
lmao), but he can just be so savage/sassy.
17)Anne Boleyn- Fucking queen (literally and just as an
adjective) as fuck. She’s especially boss and Slytherin-y in The Tudors.
Human Beast (Adam's) Beast-like Qualities Head Cannon's that nobody asked for:
-sexy animalistic growls 👀👀
-he is Hairy™
-like literally all.the.body.hair.
-he can grow facial hair really fast too and has to trim it every day but he usually keeps it decently long because Belle likes it.
-he has to pluck his eyebrows too or he would have an adorable unibrow.
-he’s got that sixth sense that animals have like he knows when something is wrong or something is coming.
-POWERFUL LOVER 😳😳😳
-he can talk to animals like every other Disney princess…
-he sometimes whimpers when he is sad or afraid like a little puppy.
-he’s very territorial. He doesn’t like strangers coming into his house so if Belle makes a new friend she usually plans out fun places for them to meet up the first few times instead of coming to the castle.
-he’s not rude about it or anything, but Belle can tell that it makes him uncomfortable seeing someone that he doesn’t know within his private space.
-and when they have balls people are given strict guidelines of where they can and cannot go.
-He likes to be scratched on the back of his neck and behind his ears.
-he doesn’t like thunder very much.
-he’s very physically strong and just all around athletically talented, he can run really fast and jump really far (not like superhumanly or anything just…better than most people.)
-he sleeps really late into the day during the winter months and Belle sometimes has a hard time getting him out of bed when it’s too cold outside.
-he’s thinking about becoming a vegetarian.
For Example: “Get out, Michael. I swear to God, get out before I try to kill you. I wasted two years of my life on your pathetic cheating ass. Get out!” Tara yelled angrily.
Adverbs are, more often than not, useless additions to your writing. Looking to the example above, adding “angrily” to the end of the line tells the reader nothing new. The reader knew Tara was angry, because Tara is clearly yelling at Michael. The dialogue alone is enough to portray this, and I’m sure with the full scene, the reader doesn’t need any extra help. Adverbs clutter up your writing and weaken your writing. Trust the reader to catch on without the adverb.
(2) “As if” Phrases
For Example: Mrs. Winters lingered over Bryan, her stern face glaring down at him, as if daring him to speak out again.
You don’t need to explain why characters are doing what they do. “As if” phrases are explanations we don’t need. Your writing needs to be strong enough to portray that Mrs. Winters wants Bryan to shut up.
(3) Exposition in Dialogue
For Example: “Hello, Bridget, my ex-girlfriend who cheated on me with Brad”.
I wrote a whole post on this last week, because exposition in dialogue is absolutely terrible, but I will say it again. Using dialogue to explain things is usually just lazy writing. Dialogue needs to sound the way that people actually talk. Keep in mind that the characters know more than they say, and rarely need to explain it.
For Example: The curtains opened and Jared lifted the wand. With a wave, he instructed the winds start playing. The hall filled with the melody of flutes, clarinets and trumpets.
To the untrained eye, Jared is a decent conductor, and is doing a fine job leading the orchestra. To a musician, this scene would come off as weird. The stick a conductor uses is a baton, not a wand. Trumpets are not wind instruments. These details aren’t enough to completely ruin a story, but if you have a character interested, you need to do research. Know what you’re talking about. Using the right words, terms that are only used within the community (for this example, words like staccato or laccato tell musicians how to play a note). If you have a character who is a musician, learn about music. If you have a character who does ballet, learn what a pliée is, and what an arabesque is. Don’t assume your readers won’t notice if you mess up on small details. The small details matter.
No matter how minor a character is, it is your job to make them matter. Every character should have some sort of story. It might go untold, but characters need to be people in the universe you created, not plot devices there to guide your main character to what they need to do. This is especially true when writing women. Many female characters are written with the purpose of being a love interest to your main character, and they deserve more than that.
Beyond, the tops of the keeps and towers still stood as they had for hundreds of years, and it was hard to tell that the castle had been sacked and burned at all. The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I’m not dead either.
-Omegas start nesting at a young age, like three or four years old, not so much because they need to but because they see their mother do it and they want to do it too. They start with small nests made just about anywhere, their bed, the floor, the couch, anywhere they feel like settling. Their little nests are always filled with small blankies and stuffed toys. At this age they don’t really care who is near their nest, they actually love having people around because they take pride in showing it off
-As Omegas start to get older, around twelve to fourteen years old, they become very dependent on the security and comfort their nest provides. They no longer like people being around it because they’re starting to be able to pick up the scents of other dynamics more and it makes them uncomfortable to have other scents on their nest besides their own
-When an Omega goes into heat for the first time, around fifteen to seventeen years old, they often make a new nest in a dark and enclosed place like their closet. Absolutely no one is welcome in or near that nest, with the exception of their Omega parent who checks in with food and water every now and then, since at this age the Omega usually won’t have a mate to take care of them yet
-Unmated Omegas always have a nest made, mated Omegas don’t though because they have an Alpha to provide them with warmth, comfort and security. Mated Omegas will usually only nest during heats, pregnancies, sicknesses and when they are extremely stressed or sad. Only their Alpha is allowed in these nests
-Whenever an Omega buys a new blanket they will insist that their Alpha needs to cuddle in it with them before it can be used for a nest, because it needs to have their scents rubbed into it
-Little Omega children excitedly building a big nest for them and their Alpha and Beta siblings in the living room on movie nights so they can all be cuddly and cozy together
-When Omegas are building a nest they become very zoned into it and even their Alpha has difficulty getting their attention until the Omega is satisfied with it
-An Alpha trying to be helpful and building a nest for their Omega who is about to go into heat, the Omega being very appreciative of the gesture but as soon as the Alpha leaves the room they rearrange everything the way they like it because Omegas are very particular about their nests
-Omegas are very uncomfortable with any Alpha scent besides their mates being anywhere near their nest, the scents of other Omegas can be comforting at times though
-During summer Omegas build their nests with light sheets and blankets and prefer to sleep naked because they love the soothing feel of the cool linens on their warm skin, but in winter they will use the thickest and softest blankets they can find while wearing fuzzy pajamas and snuggling as close to their Alpha as possible
-A small Omega building a nest and insisting that their Alpha parent cuddle in it with them, “like you do with mama!” and the Omega parent trying not to laugh as their big strong Alpha is cuddled into a tiny nest of stuffed animals and pink flowery blankets
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
All happened in slow motion, one moment you are pushing Lucas away from you and the other Bucky is holding Lucas by his shirt lifting him in the air. Bucky punches him in the face, you can feel that Bucky didn’t use half of his strength and that he even pulled his punch back a little.
Sure Lucas would wake up in pain and with a black eye tomorrow, but Bucky could have killed Lucas with just a punch, after all he is a super soldier. Bucky drops Lucas on the floor and his expression soften when he looks at you “Are you okay?” He asks gently.
You nod and he takes your hand. You watch as Lucas gets up from the floor and all you can feel is rage because Lucas has a smirk on his fucking face. How dare him kiss you? Why did he think that he had the right to kiss you? For that moment you let the rage take over you.
i. i love the way you say my name. it’s soft and sweet and feels like a song, accented and melodic and wonderful, feels like if i close my eyes it might last forever, feels a bit like staring at the sun too long – it makes everything bright and warm, makes me curl my toes underneath the sheets and shove my face into my pillow because the smile spreading across my face is too wide to bear.
ii. i think you laugh in flowers. i tell a joke and it feels like spring, feels like stepping into a warm patch of sunlight after a cold winter, feels like i might never be this happy again. don’t even get me started on how much i love it when you make yourself laugh.
iii. the softest messages to receive are “good morning"s sent at 2 am. the hardest ones are “i’m going to bed now” sent at 5 pm. everything in between feels like floating
iv. i see a kindness in you that is unmatched. you are so strong and so resilient and yet so gentle, so willing to put others before yourself. you are the light
v. i love all of our future plans – when the world grows a bit too heavy i think about the days i will spend drifting in and out of sleep with you, mornings spent getting coffee in cafés, days spent sitting by the ocean, painting together, making dinner together, holding hands and train tickets and trips to the planetarium to look at the stars
vi. sometimes you make me feel so full and warm i don’t know what to do with myself.
vii. i tell you i love you every single day and every single day i mean it more
Hey! :) (Your writing is great tbh). Could you please do a one shot where Bucky likes you but is scared cause he has the metal arm? And you end up showing him YOUR metal arm, even if you’re insecure about it? If they get together at the end, that’d be great, feel free to add anything else.
Word Count: 2712
A/N: I know, I know, I haven’t posted in weeks. I’m sooo sorry but I’ve been struggling so much with motivation to write. I can’t even begin to tell you guys how long it took me to finish this one shot and it’s not even that good. Anyways, I’m sorry, hopefully I can get more one shots/fics/writings out soon. I’ll do my best for you guys
You’d always been insecure about the metal appendage that had replaced your flesh right arm. How could you not be? It was foreign, a silvery object not of your body, given to you by HYDRA when you were under their control. This was why you’d kept it covered up all the time. You wore long sleeve shirts and gloves at all times, even when it as hot. And when you met the Winter Soldier for the first time, you’d hoped you and him could be friends, as if the both of you having metal arms and being prisoners of HYDRA made you friends somehow. But he never spoke to you despite the few missions you’d gone on with him, the meetings you’d sat through stealing glances of him. He was hot, you weren’t gonna lie about that but his eyes always looked everywhere but you. He spoke easily with Steve, Sam and Natasha, but every time he looked at you, it was like he felt nothing but intense hate for you and that only made you hate him too.
Hey guys! Here’s another one. I’m kinda screeching, I’m really excited about this one. I’ve been waiting to post it and I hope you like it. Thanks to all the new followers and tag listers for reading and to all the regular readers and comment leavers. You guys are really the best! Happy Sunday!
No Warnings, just cuteness.
Today was your day off. You, Steve, and Bucky were all excused from the mission today because the three of you hadn’t had a day to relax in a couple weeks. And boy, were you excited to unwind after a month of non stop missions.
You enjoyed your perfectly regular morning in the tower. You woke up, ate breakfast, trained with the boys, showered, and now you were sitting in your favorite spot on the couch reading a book. Bucky and Steve had done the same and were now watching a movie.
You were sure an outsider would laugh at the three of you. While you were nestled into the corner of the couch, neatly folded under a blanket, the two men took over the other side of the sofa. Steve was hugging the armrest, his head leaning on his fist with his legs attempting to touch the other side of the room, while Bucky was slouched next to you, his legs open in a deep v while he absently ran his flesh fingers over the seam of the cushion. They were peas in a pod, those two.
You felt your eyelids slipping closed while you turned the page of your book. The whole team had been up late the night before, fooling around and sharing a bottle of Tony’s high quality liquor. He insisted on opening it, who were you to refuse a good drink?
After reading the same paragraph for the third time, you gave into your heavy eyelids and weak limbs. You closed your book and placed it safely next to you on the couch. Snuggling under the blanket, you allowed slumber to overtake your busy mind.
Next to you, Bucky had heard your breathing slow and simmer. He stole a glance your way and couldn’t stop the grin that was invading his features. In the back of his mind he knew you were one of the few who wasn’t afraid of him. You trusted him enough to let your guard down around him, which gave him a sad hope that maybe others would soon see him as less of a monster.
His eyes wandered from your closed eyes, to your slightly turned up lips, to the fuzzy blanket hiding your frame, to the cover of the book you were reading. The bright orange sleeve told him it was another Harry Potter hardback. He chuckled quietly. He had seen you read this one a couple times. He guessed it was your favorite.
He shrugged and carefully slid the book away from you. Time to see what this prisoner did, he thought. But he was surprised to see a contrasting title on the first page.
Recovery: Managing Post Traumatic Stress
Bucky felt his heart sink. He didn’t know much about you, only that you were a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who joined the team after the agency’s untimely fall, and simple personal things that he learned through his growing friendship with you. You adored Harry Potter. You fell in love with any animal you ever saw. You were from New York. You had a brother. But that you were hiding some sort of PTSD? That one you never mentioned.
Against his better judgement he flipped through the pages. Gravity forced the pages to fall until he reached a dogeared page, one that the deep crease in the binding suggested you had studied. His finger hovered over the first page of a chapter on nightmares.
Bucky’s stomach flipped. He prayed to whatever was out there that you weren’t having nightmares similar to his. His eyes flew down the pages, looking at words you had scribbled in the margins.
have a routine,
chew gum after
The pencil of your neat cursive was smudging, but he could still read the faded words. He recognized the tactics to calm a victim of nightmares.
He wondered why you were keeping this all a secret. Didn’t you know you could talk to him about this? You really felt like you had to hide a self help book behind a Harry Potter binding?
He felt his bruised heart shatter. You poor doll. He didn’t want to bombard you with questions or betray your trust. So he told Steve to do it.
That afternoon, there was a soft knock on your door. Without ceasing your cleaning, you invited whoever it was to come in.
Steve leaned on the door frame with his bulging arms crossed over his chest, his face one of concern.
“Oh, boy. What’s goin’ on?” You teased once you looked up and saw his nervous state.
His expression lifted as he chuckled. His sad blue eyes fell to the floor as he shook his head. “That obvious?”
You hummed in confirmation as you tossed a shirt into the hamper against the wall.
You knew something was coming when he let out a deep sigh. You sat on the edge of your bed and waited for him to find the right words.
He joined you on the duvet. “(Y/N), is everything alright? With you? Are you okay here?”
Woah, three questions at once, he was really worried.
“Yeah, Steve I’m good. Why?
“Uh, um, We just-I, um…” You giggled at his struggles. He was obviously tip toeing around something big.
“Steve, spit it out.”
“Your Harry Potter book… isn’t a Harry Potter book.”
You closed your eyes and sighed. Caught red handed. You felt him stiffen next to you. You opened your eyes and gave him a reassuring smile. You weren’t angry at his snooping, honestly you should have been more careful about it. At least Bucky didn’t see it, you thought.
“It’s not mine. I-I mean, it’s not for me.”
He cut you off. “(Y/N), you don’t have to be shy about this, we all-”
“No really, Steve, I’m good. It’s not for me, it’s for, uh, it’s for Bucky.”
Steve’s brows met and the creases in his forehead deepened, encouraging you to explain.
“Umm, a few nights back, I heard Bucky screaming in his sleep and… I couldn’t do anything. So, I got this book about PTSD so, maybe I can help.” Your words we slow and deliberate. This was the first time you admitted to yourself why you were doing this. Most of the time you tried to stay out of Bucky’s business but seeing his nightmare tear him apart changed your mind.
Steve just nodded and stared at the floor like he didn’t know what to say. Finally, he looked up at you from his bent position and thanked you.
You understood. You knew how much Bucky meant to him. “Just don’t tell Bucky, okay? I don’t want him to take it the wrong way. I may be crossing a boundary here.”
Steve nodded and braced himself on his knees as he stood up. After sauntering to the door, he touched the top of the frame and said, “You should tell him.”
Steve left you alone in your room and you continued your cleaning. You knew you should tell Bucky. You just didn’t know how to.
Later that night, you were making yourself a cup of tea when you heard Bucky call your name.
Your response was covered by F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s. “Miss (Y/L/N) is in the kitchen, Mr. Barnes.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the AI. You still weren’t used to having her around.
You brought the steaming mug up to your lips and puffed on the liquid, trying to cool it down. You heard heavy footsteps coming toward the kitchen and you waited for his appearance.
He landed in the kitchen, slightly winded from his jog through the tower.
“Hey you,” you threw your usual greeting his way as you placed the mug on the counter before it burned your hands.
“You-” he stopped himself. When your eyes lifted to his you saw him shaking his head incredulously.
It was then that you noticed his expression. His chest was still rising and falling at an unusual pace, his cheeks pink and his hair tousled. His eyes were still and wide. They held something you couldn’t quite place.
Your eyebrows lifted, inviting him to explain himself.
“You’re somethin’ else.”
Shit. He knew about the book. Shitshitshit. Time to come clean.
“Listen, I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry, Bucky, I just wanted to help you.”
Then he was coming after you. But, instead of yelling at you for invading his privacy and patronizing him, he wrapped his arms tight around your shoulders and landed a kiss to your temple.
“I’m not angry, sweetheart,” he sang.
You sighed in relief and relaxed, hugging his waist.
Over Bucky’s arm, you saw Steve peeking his head around the corner to watch the two of you.
“Steven Grant Rogers.”
You unwound from Bucky’s embrace, but felt his hand remain on your hip. You tried to ignore the fire on your skin as you glared at Captain America hiding behind the door.
“Can’t keep a secret for his life,” Bucky mumbled loud enough for Steve to hear.
“Secrets aren’t American!” you announced with allegiance.
“Secrets aren’t righteous or patriotic!” Bucky caught on and helped you tease Steve.
“I’m leaving now,” Steve grumbled as he made his way down the hall to the elevator.
You giggled and turned back toward Bucky. You tried to act nonchalant as his fingers reached to coddle your waist. “But seriously,” you started counting on your fingers, “They say writing your nightmares down helps, and you should have a routine before you go to bed that calms your mind, and I don’t know why, but having a jar of coffee beans near your bed helps, I guess they’re supposed to ground you-”
“The coffee grounds ground me?”
“No, no, coffee beans, the strong smell-” You stopped in your tracks when you realized he was teasing you. You couldn’t help but laugh along, but you slapped his chest for good measure. His smirk brought a red blush to your cheeks.
He leaned down to you until his lips were almost touching yours. “Thank you.”
His breath fanned your face and you drowned in his arms, his scent completely intoxicating. You couldn’t even feel your feet on the floor.
“I could use a jar of coffee beans right about now,” you whispered.
Bucky chuckled and closed the distance between your lips. He was like candy, you couldn’t get enough. His lips were soft and warm, smooth. Your tongue reached out to taste more of him, and he gladly took you in.
You felt like you were dancing, your tongue with his, your hands grazing across his body, his strong arms supporting you and pulling you closer and closer until there was no air between your bodies.
When both of you were panting, the only area of your bodies that parted was your lips. To make up for it, he dropped his forehead to yours. When the world stopped spinning around you, you leaned back in his arms and smoothed his hair in your fingers.
You finally knew what his eyes had been telling you all along. He loved you.
You gazed into his baby blues and then traveled to his pink cheeks and his puffy lips. It was like you were looking at a new man. He seemed at peace. Happy.