Everything Happens For A Reason - Zuko X Fem!reader // Masterlist

i’ve dipped casually into bagginshield recently (10 years late 💀) and i am absolutely fascinated by how popular that ship seems to have been in fandom spaces. like it’s a great ship of course but i genuinely didn’t know people were that into the hobbit trilogy? i was deep into marvel and superwholock at the time and completely missed it. could just be a case of being in the right place at the right time (what i affectionaly refer to as the golden age of tumblr).

not sure if you could do this but could you write headcaons or just a list of things that loki finds attractive about his y/n

Ok had to do this one right away

Things Loki finds attractive

He likes how you think his magic is amazing no matter what he does

He likes it when you lead the way

He likes it when you teach him new things

When you still look at him and only him even in a room full of people

He loves how proud you look when you introduce him as your lover

When you try to get his attention all the time

When you kiss him good luck before any mission

He loves how you take care of him when he shifts into tiny beings

When you caress his face gently

Your scent, your natural scent when you just woke up and he can’t just get enough of it

He likes that you care for his opinion

When you play with his necktie

When you play with jewelry/accessories he gift you because it means you’re thinking about him

When you let yourself be vulnerable with him, completely trust and relay on him

When you call him beautiful or breath taking and actually mean it

When you look him in the eyes with those soft soft looks that make him weak

Your giggles at his jokes or sarcasm

When you latch onto him if something frighten you or call for his help {he likes to be the hero}

The way you take his teasing but easily can shut him down with praise and kisses

Dating the Amazing Spider-Man would include...

When he tells you that he’s Spider-Man, it’s a shock, sure, but not something you’d run away or hide from. He’s glad to have told you, he always hated hiding it from you and lying. After he told you and explained things, he promised that he’d never hide anything else from you.

You worry about him a lot. You’ve seen him when he returns from a fight all battered and bruised so naturally, you worry about whether or not the next fight will be the last one. Peter tries to ease your worries by texting and calling as much as he can when out on patrol to ease some of those worries.

Text from Peter: Hey! I’m okay, currently sitting on the top of the Empire State building. I’m being careful I promise. Since I had to leave before we could watch the end of the movie, how about I swing by and pick up your favourite meal from the pizza place in Brooklyn? Would that make it up to you? I love you!

He sends you selfies from the most ridiculous and terrifying heights which make you laugh but also scare you a little bit.

He’s protective of you, sure, but he’s terrified that you might end up getting hurt because of him. It actually nearly broke the two of you up earlier in the relationship because your safety was compromised and he blamed himself. You never once blamed him and forgave him instantly but you’ve had to teach him about forgiving himself. He carries the weight of the world on those broad shoulders of his so it’s reminding him that you’re a team and reminding him that it’s okay to move on and forgive himself.

“I’d rather die than have you get hurt, (y/n)! I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if someone else got hurt because of me!”

The first time he takes you for a swing across New York, you’re terrified because first you think you’re going to be too heavy for him to carry and two, you’re terrified of the prospect. He reassures you that he can carry you, he’s super strong remember?, and he promises he won’t drop you. You cling to him the entire time, barely opening your eyes to look, but you survive! He reassures you the entire time, telling you that he’s got you and he’ll keep you safe and he does exactly that.

Aunt May just adores you. She sees your kindness and she can see just by looking at him how much Peter loves you. Whenever she’s inviting Peter to come round, you always get an invite too. Peter jokes that Aunt May likes you more than she likes him.

Aunt May enjoys gossiping with you, telling you about what Peter was like as a little boy, telling you all of the embarrassing stories.

She also pulls Peter aside at one point and whispers, “Your Uncle Ben would’ve loved (y/n). Your parents would love them as well.”

He’s spontaneous and will whisk you away for a swing through New York and a picnic atop a building in the middle of the city. He’ll drop by your work during your lunch break and will take you to enjoy your lunch somewhere with a better view than your work’s staff room.

The two of you have so much fun together. He’s your best friend and that means that you can authentically be your silliest selves around the other without a care or without judgement. You dance around the kitchen singing your Elvis impressions full pelt, you play hide and seek in pretty much every large department store you visit because why not? There’s just so much laughter in your relationship with Peter and you adore it.

Peter isn’t afraid to show you his sensitive side or his vulnerable side. There’s been a lot of times where he’s had nightmares about his parents or Uncle Ben or about the horrors of villains he’d fought and you’re the one who consoles him, wrapping him in blankets and giving him tea and temple kisses. He puts himself under a lot of stress and it’s you that helps him unpack all of that trauma.

Sometimes, particularly when he’s having those nightmares or going through a rough patch, you need to remind him to take care of himself. You’re the one who makes the meals and almost forces the plate into his hand to eat it instead of eating processed junk. You’re the one who gets in the shower with him, scrubbing the grime, dirt and blood of him, washing his hair and leaving little kisses on his collarbone. You’re the one who always packs a water bottle and snacks in his backpack for when he’s going out on patrol just so you know that he’s got something to eat and drink.

He leaves notes for you everywhere. Notes on scrap pieces of paper, written in the corners of the newspapers, scribbled at the bottom of your notebook. Little notes to remind you how much he cares and how much he loves you.

Scribbled on a receipt and shoved in your book you were currently reading was a note that said, ‘When you read this I hope you smile, I love your smile.

Stuck on your phone after he came home late one night was, ‘You look freaking adorable when you sleep. You’re snoring and it’s the cutest sound possible. Don’t ever apologise for being you.’

His computer background and phone background are photos of you. The one on his phone is a candid photo of you laughing that you hate but he loves because he loves that smile of yours. His computer background is a photo of the two of you at one of your family members weddings. 

Peter always kind of knew that he wanted to marry you. After one and a half years of dating, Aunt May gives Peter his mother’s old engagement ring. It’s simple but beautiful and it holds a lot of meaning. Peter carries it with him, he’s not sure when he’ll ask you but he carries it with him every single day just waiting for the right moment.

Peter always know what to say to make you weak at the knees. It’s like he has a bank of the most beautiful things to say to make you giggle and blush like a teenager.

He loves to kiss you. He kisses you everywhere; forehead, temple, nose, wrists, knuckles, shoulder, neck, tummy, lips… Given half the chance, he’d kiss you all day every day. He just loves to kiss you.

He smells like coffee, chocolate and woodsy. He usually drinks coffee constantly to keep awake during the long nights, the chocolate is usually a snack from his backpack that you’ve packed and the woodsy scent is from how much he’s outdoors and in about nature.

He’s not afraid to show people that he loves you. He’s always holding your hand or hugging you or proclaiming his love to you in the middle of the street. If it made you uncomfortable, he would stop but he would literally serenade you (and he has done in the past after a few too many drinks).

He’s very chill, he’s very low pressure so if you’re not feeling up to doing something, he doesn’t mind. He wants you to be comfortable so however he can help and whatever he can do to make you comfortable, he’ll do it. He doesn’t make you feel bad for it either.

Peter celebrates every single win with you no matter how big or small. He’s so proud of you and just wants you to know that so even if it’s something simple like you managed to figure out something in work or you managed to nail the recipe for those cookies that you’d been trying to perfect all week, he’ll celebrate and be so proud of you.

After a hard fight, you’re the one that patches him up, helps him shower and gives him a massage. You’ll tend to him and his wounds and make sure that he’s okay physically and mentally.

He makes you feel like the sexiest and most beautiful person alive. He could compliment you for hours as he looks into your eyes. He kisses you with so much passion that it makes you forget about everything. He worships you and your body, kissing you everywhere. He would spend hours making you feel good, making you orgasm over and over before he even thought about pleasuring himself. Sometimes, maybe after a hard fight, he’s rougher and more desperate, skipping the foreplay and just desperate to feel you. Most often though, he takes his time, teasing you and praising you. He makes you feel so unbelievably good, better than you ever thought you could feel.

“You’re doing so good.” “You feel so good.” “Where do you want me to touch you now, princess?” 

You’ve totally had sex whilst he’s wearing the Spider-Man costume/hood at least once. Hell, maybe you’ve even worn it too.

He’s taller than you so the height difference when hugging him standing up is just *chefs kiss*. It also means that he can reach for the stuff you can’t get because you’re too short.

He has so many nicknames for you. He makes a new nickname or pet name up every day pretty much. Some are funny, some are cute and some can never hear the light of day again.

You sleep wrapped around each other, cuddled right into each other’s skin. He loves sleeping with your head on his chest, it makes him feel like he’s protecting you and keeping you safe. He also enjoys being the little spoon. He’s versatile.

You want to steal his clothes but he’s a pretty lean dude so what he does is he buys sweatshirts in a larger size and wears them before gifting them to you so not only are they size appropriate for you, they also smell just like him. He never once judges you for your size or shape or weight, in fact he praises you.

Hi!! i saw your requests were open so, could you write some Peter x Stark!reader, where every time Tony sees them together they are always like making out or smth, so he gets kinda mad, but the one they he finally sees them doing smth really cute and fluffy. Thanks!! Love your writing btw.

he loves you too (peter parker x stark!reader)

word count: 0.5k

warnings: fluff, language, steamy kisses and, touches, tony being an annoying dick, peter being an awkward dork

author's note: haven't written a stark fic in a hot minute haha, love this cliche concept. also going to make this a headcanon because yea and thank you!

peter parker masterlist

you're his kid

and you're just like him

which he hated and loved

but your boy crazy phase

god

it killed him

or shall i say is killing him

because ever since the spider kid decided to join the avengers and stay at the facility

peter parker was the last kid your dad expected you to date

or fuck

he thought you liked the cliche bad boy fuckers

but of course, you proved him wrong

especially when he walked in on you and peter for the first time

a year after peter moved in

you were straddling peter's lap as he sat on your bed

your arms lazily placed on his shoulders as your lips were connected and moving with his

peter's hand dangerously close to your ass

"now, what the actual flying fuck," your dad raised his voice at the both of you

"come on," you groaned and climbed off of peter's lap, standing while turning to your dad

he raised an eyebrow at you and you simply crossed your arms, "well?"

"did you need something?" you retorted, the sass almost giving your poor billionaire father whiplash

peter awkwardly sat behind you flustered, his hands nervously tied together as he avoided your dad's piercing glare

"what is this?"

"what you see."

"unbelievable," he muttered and shook his head at the two of you

"did you need something, dad?" you repeated, pursing your lips at him

"yea, for you to drop your attitude and tell me more about your boyfriends," he scoffed and walked away from your room

"b-boyfriends?" peter stammered

and the cycle of him walking in on you and peter continued

some cases were worse than each other

"peter," you breathed out heavily as he lied you on his bed

he hummed in response and kissed down your neck, his hands carefully roaming your body

"hey arachnid, do you—" your dad then walked in once again for the millionth time, his eyes glued to his phone until he glanced up to see peter's hand down your pants

peter quickly snatched his hand away and stood up abruptly, smiling sheepishly

"for fucks sake," he raised his voice and walked off dramatically

"you're such a drama queen!" you yelled at him

"and you're such a horn dog!" he yelled back

peter stifled a laugh

"you are too!"

he then shut up and glanced at you bashfully

it got pretty annoying because he'd always walk in on you and peter's steamy moments and not the innocent, domestic ones

but finally

after all

he comes home to you and peter dozing off on the couch on the living area floor

you're lying between his legs with your arms wrapping around his body and your head on his chest

you move up and down with each breath of his and find yourself drifting off to sleep to the beat of his heart

tony walks over and gently grasps peter's head, tilting it back

peter hesitantly glances up at him

"kid."

"tony. i mean, m-mr. stark."

"please, take care of her."

"always."

"i'm serious, mr. parker. if you break her heart, i'll break your spine."

"oh."

"joking. of course, i couldn't do that i'd have mr. banner do that."

"o-oh."

"dad, please shut the fuck up," you whisper, slightly awake from the sudden commotion

"just giving him the ol' dad talk."

"yea and i'm trying to sleep."

"seriously though. condoms. use them. i'm too young to be a grandpa," he glares at you two teasingly and walks off

"your dad scares me," peter sighs and holds you closer, kissing the side of your head

"mm, but you're spider-man."

"still."

"he loves you too, you know," you murmur, eyes closed again

"too?"

"yeah, i love you."

"r-really?"

"really."

"i-i love you too."

"i love you more," you snuggle into his embrace, unable to see the teary look in his eye and soft smile upon his face

thanks for reading, let me know what you think!

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Welcome to Faerie Land: A Guide to Holly Black’s Extended Faerie Universe

With Wicked King making the NYT Best Sellers list and more people reading The Cruel Prince/The Folk of the Air Series, I decided to make a quick guide to the other books in Holly Black’s Faerie universe. 

One of the things I love about Holly Black’s books is how they interrelate. They give you background information about the world and side characters in TCP. But it’s not necessary to read these books to understand TCP. Also, since Jude has been in Faerie for almost her entire life she sometimes brushes over certain faerie rules that new readers might not know (eg. the effects of cold iron and faerie true names). Holly Black’s earlier books lay out these rules much more effectively.

So if you’re a new reader of Holly Black’s books, welcome! I’ll try to stay away from spoilers, and I’ll add links to Goodreads for more in depth summaries. If you’re a veteran, here’s a quick review of the other books in the Faerie Universe and a little bit about how they relate to TCP.

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Nightmares || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word count: 4696

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, insecurity, trauma and ptsd, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, angst. Bucky doesn’t think he’s worthy of love. Reader has mental powers. Starts out kinda sad but it ends up being really cute and fluffy in my opinion. I think that’s it but if I missed anything let me know!

English is not my first language so there could be a lot of grammar mistakes in this.

Summary: Bucky is a free man. Free from Hydra and all that they put inside his mind. But that doesn’t mean he’s free from the past. It haunts him in his sleep and everytime he closes his eyes. Luckily he found someone who’s willing to put up with him. 

Notes: This is a story that I wrote a while back kinda inspired off that scene in tfatws in which Bucky is sleeping on the floor. This is not the first time I write or share a story but it is the first time that I do it in english so I hope it’s not terrible. If it is, I’m sorry, I’ll get better with time!

I hope you like it! Likes, comments or reblogs are very much appreciated!

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Maladaptive daydream culture is forgetting that real life isn’t a movie and shit won’t work out the same way.

Science Says You Need It [p.p]

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Touch Starved!Reader

Warnings: swearing but otherwise pretty clean (weird right)

Request: HEY YOU, can I request a Peter Parker x touch starved best friend. Peter and her are having a movie night at her place and Peters like laying in her lap and he moves so she jokes around about being touch starved to get him back and Peter being the sweet boy he is fixes that problem and it’s all cute, fluffy and junk 🙄💗💗

Synopsis: Peter decides to make sure you receive physical affection when you joke about being touch starved.

a/n: long time no see

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You had never been one for physical affection. Expressing love and appreciation felt more normal through words. From you towards others and vice-versa. This need to deny most to all touching resulted in your yearning for it in the back of your mind.

Your best friend on the other hand was all over physical contact when you spent time together which was often. And never did anything that you were uncomfortable with because he was so soft and loving.

Peter didn’t neglect the thought of how special he must be for you to be okay with how much he would hold your hand when he was nervous or the number of times he wraps his arms around your waist.

He also paid attention to how you denied other cases of touching from others. The pretty boy who couldn’t go a minute without being consumed by his love for you. It made you feel safe and you honestly looked forward to it.

Maybe you’re both in need of someone to make you feel secure. But one of you is little more comfortable talking about it.

“You gonna watch the movie you got to pick or…,” you peered down at the boy laying with his head in your lap whose eyes had been focused on your features for the past twenty minutes.

He sputtered out an incoherent response you felt wasn’t in need of an explanation. Whenever you caught him staring at you, strings of “no I wasn’t” fell from his lips.

“Whatever you say,” you teased, your attention falling back on the bright screen.

When your hands found his hair, he was gone. Completely smitten. Relaxed and content. He likes when you play with his hair if you couldn’t tell.

Duh.

“I’ll be back,” he told you as he got up to put the pizza in the oven that hand just dinged.

“Seriously?” You whined, narrowing your eyes at him when he looked back at you with a worried expression on his face.

“But I thought you wanted pizza?” He questioned, genuine concern in his voice and you couldn’t keep the laugh from escaping your lips.

He frowned as you shook your head at his obliviousness to your sarcasm.

“No, I do,” 


“Okay, you just seemed upset,”

“I was kidding- not like I'm touch starved or anything,” you rolled your eyes and focused on the movie again while Peter contemplated what you said on the way to the kitchen.

You just told him you were joking so he tried not to think much of it. He knew you really only showed affection to him and seemed to enjoy it when he initiated the contact. But you got Peter thinking; what if you are touch starved?

The thought spun around his mind throughout the rest of the night, even when he felt the sleep begin to pull his eyes shut with his head resting on your shoulder.

—

Your best friend had been more touchy over the past few weeks, that’s for sure. You definitely didn’t mind because he was normally was, but now he seemed to be going out of his way.

Out at lunch the other day, he insisted you sit on the same side of the booth. He held your hand in his during the whole time you were there, even while you were trying to eat. When you questioned it he just shrugged and gave you a shy smile.

Peter couldn’t deny this as an excuse to act as more of a couple in public. Others assumed you to be a couple anyway but now it is impossible to convince someone you didn’t have something going on.

How could he not have feelings for you when you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

When you were hanging out in his room a couple of weeks ago, his hands wrapped around your waist while you were on your phone and pulled you close to him. It felt so nice to be held and feel protected.

Overall, Peter dedicated every opportunity possible to show you simple physical attention.

Now you’re back where you started. The two of you had cuddled up on the couch and you grew tired with your head laying on his warm chest.

“Y/n/n?” Peter whispered under you, “You just wanna sleepover?”

He only received a small hum from the body on him and took it as a yes. Carefully, he slid out from under you and picked you up to carry to his room. He gently set you in the bed, pulling blankets over you before placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Night Y/n/n,” he told your sleeping figure, grabbing a pillow and blanket for himself.

He made an okay bed on the couch and shut the tv off. He too was quick to fall asleep once he got comfortable. As usual, images of you played in his mind while he drifted off.

You shifted a few times before realizing you were no longer within the toned arms of Peter Parker. It was a little off-putting but your eyes adjusted and you determined you were in his bed, minus him.

Out of curiosity, you got up and made your way to the hall in the dark. Trying to stumble as little as possible with the help of the city lights beaming in, you got to the living room where Peter’s senses had woken him up about two soft curses falling from your lips ago.

“There you are,” you stated quietly as you approached the couch, “Why are you out here?”

Peter had wondered the same thing himself before he fell asleep. Obviously, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable if you woke up in the middle of the night (even though you would be far from it).

But another reason was probably the not so simple fact that sharing a bed would be a little different than the last time you did it a couple of years ago when you actually were “just friends”.

Lol, you thought. Dumb ass, Peter Parker’s in love with you or some shit.

“I um…I figured you should just have your own space, I guess?” Hey answered quietly and you made out the nervousness across his features.

“You guessed very wrong,” you chuckled as a lazy smile came to your lips and you lifted the blanket from his body.

Without a word, you got back in your original position with your body on top of Peter’s, his heartbeat playing in your ear. His arms instinctively held you close and he silently celebrated you wanted him to hold you.

“Hey, Peter?” You spoke softly in case he was unconscious again.

“Yes?”

“Why are you so touchy with me?”

Shit, you noticed. But how could you not?


“I uh- do you n- not like it?” He asked shyly and loosened his grip on your waist.

“No, don’t get me wrong I like it from you just not other people. I’m just wondering more why you’ve been doing it a lot these past few weeks,” you rested your chin on his sternum and saw his nose scrunch.

“Sorry I just thought- because of what you said- you would want me to do things more often but I’ll stop if-,”

“I said I like it so you can relax but I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you thought back to anything you had told him recently but nothing came to mind.

“Remember, you said that you were touch starved?” He let out a nervous laugh and your eyes widened with realization.

“Oh, I wasn’t really serious about that,”

“You sure?”

"You don’t need to worry, I’m all good,”

“Y/n/n, come on,”

“Okay maybe it was a little true,” you confessed, followed by a deep sigh.

His arms returned to your waist, squeezing a little as you laid your head back on his chest.

“Nothing wrong with liking human contact, science actually says you need it,” he reassured you, running his fingers up and down your spine.

“Still, I don’t need people knowing I want it. Especially since you're the only person I like it from,”

“I’ll take my job very seriously then,”

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Bucky has a nightmare and wants cuddles with reader 🥺

The Wrong I Did

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky has a nightmare and needs you for comfort.

Warnings: Bucky has a nightmare so minor angst, Bucky needs cuddles and of course you’re there for him

Author’s Notes: Thank you so much for sending me this request! I really hope you like it! ❤️ Thank you to my wonderful friend @becca-e-barnes for the supportive words and encouragement to post my stuff once again because your enthusiasm makes me so happy and excited to even do this!!!!🥺

Word count: 1,270

Bucky was gasping for air when his nightmare jolted him awake in the middle of the night. The sweat that was gathered on his forehead steadily dripped down his face and into the sheets that were bunched around his waist. It’s the same nightmare every night, it plagues his mind every time he closes his eyes and tries to find rest.

For a long time, Bucky had nobody to talk to through the night. Before you and him became friends, he would sit in his armchair and read a book, just to use something as a distraction. It was always the same until one night when he stumbled into the kitchen anxiously and saw you on one of the footstools sipping some tea. You offered to make some for him, he accepted and you’ve been there for him ever since.

Bucky just didn’t like coming to you and ruining your good night sleep though. You shouldn’t have to stay up late just because he needs you, though you disagreed strongly with him about that and told Friday to wake you if any distress sounds were coming from his room.

Friday kept her promise, alerting you that Bucky was awake and his breathing was worrying. You wasted no time getting out of bed and heading towards his room in the dark, knowing the journey by heart. You spend so much time in his room you often joke about just moving in with him, something he laughs off but has considered. There was something about you that was an instant calm for him, you kept him grounded and here. Something not even Steve could do.

You didn’t knock when you got to his room, knowing it would be unlocked just in case you needed him too. You never told him, but you always needed him. Bucky became that friend that you needed to be around 24/7, you needed his company, his cuddles, his forehead kisses. He loved to shower you in compliments and make you feel special, and with him you always felt special.

“Bucky?” Your voice was above a whisper as you entered his room, the curtains were opened and Bucky was slouched on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. From the moonlight that poured in, you could see his back was covered in a sheen of sweat, and his sheets were twisted and torn all over the place. He had clearly been suffering here alone for quite a few hours.

“Hey Buck.” You said again, keeping your footsteps quiet as you joined him on the edge of the bed. The closer you got to him, the more clearly you could hear his whimpers and sobs. It broke your heart because all you wanted to do was fix him, and allow him one night to sleep without the nightmares invading his mind.

Gently putting your hand on his back, you started to rub in a soothing manner. You shushed him and told him everything was going to be okay, you were here and he’s safe.

After what felt like hours, he finally took some deep breaths. Wiping his eyes with his palms and wiping the excess tears and sweat into his pyjama bottoms. He turned to look at you, an embarrassed smile on his face as he sighed.

“I’m sorry Friday woke you.” He said, his voice croaky from crying and tiredness. You clicked your tongue, still rubbing his back.

“I’m not sorry. I’d rather be here with you always so you’re not alone.”

“I know doll, I just didn’t want to disturb you. I’ve done that enough this week.” He sniffled, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

“I don’t care about sleep, Buck. I care about you and I care about your well-being. Listen, why don’t you take a shower and I’ll change the sheets?” You offered, taking his hand in yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze to let him know you didn’t mind and you didn’t, Bucky needed you and you had no intentions on leaving him.

“Will–will you still be here? I kind of want to cuddle if–if you’re comfortable.”He asked nervously, dreading spending a few more hours alone and having more nightmares coming back for him.

“Of course! Hey, I don’t plan on leaving you. I’ll just change the sheets and I’ll stay for as long as you need. I don’t know if I snore, that’s the only thing.” That made him chuckle lightly, pride and joy beaming within you that you managed to make him smile. Bucky shook his head and bit his lip.

“Alright. But if you’re gone when I get back I’m coming to your room and dragging you back here.” He teases, grateful that the tension in the room was slowly but surely disappearing.

As you promised, you were still in the room when he emerged from his bathroom in a shirt and clean boxers. Clean bedding was neatly made on the bed and the curtains had been closed again.

“You stayed.” He said, almost in a whimper. Droplets of water dripped from the strands of his hair onto his broad shoulders. You patted his usual side of the bed and pulled the duvet covers back for him to get under. He sighed as the clean sheets felt fresh against his sweat-free and clean body. You waited for him to lay on his back and get comfortable before snuggling in and resting your head on his shoulder, your arm over his stomach.

“I don’t know who made you a promise that they would stay and didn’t, but I promise I’ll never leave you need me.” You whispered in the dark, your fingers circling on his stomach over his shirt.

“What if I always need you?” You almost missed the words he said them so quietly, you were sure he could hear your heart racing in your chest.

“Then I’ll always stay.”

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Bucky didn’t remember the last time he slept so soundly. But he woke up the next morning with your legs tangled up and your face buried in his neck. The sunlight was just barely peeping through the joining of the curtains. He turned to check the time, surprised it read 8:00am. He would usually stay awake through the night after a particularly bad nightmare like last night. With your body so close to him, sleep found him quickly and it was as if you were holding some kind of protection because he dreamed only of good things. His nightmare didn’t return like he had suspected it might. He was embarrassed enough when he cried in front of you last night.

You stirred awake, sighing into his neck and stretching your limbs.

“Good mornin’.” You croaked with a smile, breathing in his wonderful and intoxicating scent.

“Good morning, doll. Did you sleep okay?” If you hadn’t, he wouldn’t have known.

“Oh I did! So, so good! How about you?”

“I slept incredibly well. I had a great dream.” He smiled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You pressed a gentle and light-feathered kiss on his chest. “I feel like you need to stay with me every night because it seems you might keep the nightmares away.” He chuckled lightly and sighing. His adam’s apple bobbing as he stared up at the ceiling.

“I told you before, if you wanna be roomies we can be!”

“I do want to be. Roomies I mean.” He kissed your forehead, and you snuggled in closer to him.

“Me too, I like your company.” You smiled. “Now come on, get up, I wanna get breakfast!”