• The Bird

Percy Hynes White as Xavier Thorpe Wednesday (2022 - )

You and Eddie laying down together on his bed while he writes up the next arc of his dnd campaign????

He’s shirtless. Propped up just enough to be able to write comfortably and you’re (in your comfiest pjs) fully laying down between his legs with your head on his tummy. Your time is mostly spent listening as he mumbles little ideas to himself, humming along happily whenever he has any sort of break through, and pressing little pecks to his pretty, soft skin whenever you feel the need. Sometimes he get so excited about an idea and literally uses your head to stabilize his notebook so he can scribble it down faster— his legs wiggling all hyperactive on either side of your body like he’s gonna explode if the words don’t get out of him fast enough.

Pretty boy lets you take a peek at whatever he’s got written down bc he knows you aren’t gonna spoil anything for the rest of hellfire (no matter how much Dustin tries to beg, bribe, or blackmail the details out of you) His face lights up with the biggest, fondest grin whenever you make any comments on the parts you like or even when you ask questions about the things you don’t quite understand yet bc he’s just SO happy you’re taking interest in something he cares so much about.

You always end up giving him endless amounts of praise for his writing/storytelling abilities. And, you leave NO room for him to argue or deflect— eyes so honest and true as you stare him down, tone of voice showing every inch of admiration you have for him in a way that makes him feel like there’s a lump in his throat. Gets his eyes all shiny and he has to look away before his bottom lip starts to wobble or something silly like that. By the end of the night you’re all tucked up in his arms as he reads his ideas out loud to you, because even though you’ve already read through most of it you insist it’s not the same if he isn’t doing the character voices himself. (And secretly you just like having an excuse to hear him speak lol)

He’s got one hand resting on the back of your neck, warm and grounding while he balances his notebook in the other. He’s animated as always, albeit a little toned down as to not disturb you too much. Presses a little kiss to the top of your head to punctuate the end of each paragraph/idea.

You don’t always fall asleep like this, but when you do it’s really not your fault. You can blame the way his thumb rubs little soothing circles in the juncture of your neck. The low rumble of his voice that only gets deeper as he switches between characters. The warmth of his bare skin or the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek.

He doesn’t stop reading, even when he notices you’ve begun to lull, but his voice does get softer. Fonder, somehow. He’d never have the heart to nudge you awake, even when you eventually get so comfortable that you start to drool a tiny puddle onto his chest.

He’ll always have the heart to tease you about it whenever you wake up, though.

°•☆So tasteful☆•°

♦️ Mob! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader ♦️

Your baked treats are suspiciously good and it attracts the mob boss’ attention.

CW: fluff, humor, obsession, meet cute, smitten Bucky, grumpy Bucky

Words: 750

A/N: Engagement is so low these days, I might not bother writing more, but I still really liked this idea, so here we go with this drabble ^^

Bucky Barnes masterlist || Part 2

Bucky hates these meetings.

When he took over the organization, he didn't think there'd be so many pleasantries involved. 

While he knows some degree of diplomacy is required, he expected a lot less talking and a lot more killing. That at least, he can't mess up. It is second nature, after all. When the handle of a blade fills his palm, he truly feels home. 

But this… 

It makes the killer in him antsy, restless. What he'd trade for a good, old-fashioned hunt. A worthy chase. He misses it, the thrill that coursed through him whenever he cornered a target. The fear shining in their eyes, the realization there would be no tomorrow…

The prospect makes his blood sing. 

He listens intently to Danny’s report, twirling the glass of brown liquor in his hand. 

"We found out who the mole was." Bucky perks up, his attention fully drawn. Each of his men does the same, their faces tight. The sting of betrayal permeates the air, clogging the room even more than the lingering clouds of smoke. There’s been a rat in their ranks for too long. He's been feeding information to the FBI for weeks, ruining deliveries, delaying shipments. 

Bucky’s mouth twists in contempt as pictures are tossed on the low wooden table brimming with manila folders and half-empty glasses of alcohol.

He takes in the face of the traitor. 

Rumlow. He knows he should have erased every trace of the old organization, but the bastard did good work and never asked too many questions. Turns out it’s because he was too busy running his damn mouth.

"What should we do about it, boss?" Danny asks. 

"Bring him to me. I’ll deal with him myself," he replies without hesitation, emptying his glass to its dregs before clenching his jaw. 

But the unhinged train of Bucky’s murderous thoughts is halted when his gaze lifts to one of his henchman, Leo, humming loud enough for him to hear.

"What are you doing?"

The boy freezes. Dark crumbs line his mouth as he looks at his boss with wide eyes.

A nervous stutter spills from his mouth.

"Just…eating a brownie, sir."

Bucky squints at Leo, a deep scowl scrunching his features.

He slaps the brownie out of the boy’s hand who watches it fall to the floor with a dejected expression.

"Eating a brownie, huh? What do you think this is? The neighborhood bake sale?"

Another subtle moan rises to his left and Bucky’s gaze narrows to yet another one of his henchmen indulging in the sweet delights. 

His voice trembles as he points at the plate of brownies.

"They are really good, sir. You should try one."

"I should-" 

Bucky scoffs, disbelief fluttering through him as he notices how many of the brownies have already been eaten. 

"Whatever. I swear to god if you don’t s-"

The mobster’s irate rant is halted when a brownie is shoved into his mouth by a henchman. Bucky frowns at the audacity, ready to end the meeting and commit murder on the spot, but…then the taste melts on his tongue, sweet and subtle. Heavenly. The scowl on his face eases as anger dissipates. 

"Who baked these?"

"The new chef, sir."

His frown returns. 

"New chef? What happened to the old chef?"

"He was…disposed of when we realized he was lacing the food with poison."

"Disposed of?"

The henchman who spoke shifts awkwardly in his chair.

"You slit his throat, sir."

Bucky nods as slow remembrance sneaks inside his mind. He’s not sure how that memory escaped him. The man screamed a lot. It left quite an impression.

"Right, I forgot that."

The meeting resumes but Bucky’s mind is elsewhere. It’s not often he’s comforted by something as trivial as baked goods. This is uncanny; he needs to inquire more about this new chef.

Their intentions should be gauged anyway. Who knows? Maybe they too, will need their throat slit. 

He’d never slit your throat. Bucky’s sure of that. 

When the mob boss entered the kitchen, his intentions were clear. Interrogate or intimidate, most likely both. But when he gets a glimpse of your angelic face, wrinkled in focus while you cover a cake in chocolate frosting, Bucky feels like he’s being stabbed right through the heart. Over and over again. He could have collapsed right here and then. 

And when you lift your head to smile at him - the most gorgeous smile he’s ever seen - Bucky knows he’s fucking lost. 

Instantly, he knows, he needs to have you, no matter what it takes.

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ok but can we talk about how obviously touch starved eddie munson is?

his dad obviously isn’t winning any father of the year awards, and his mom is either dead or gone, and wayne— although he loves eddie— doesn’t seem the type to be overly physically affectionate.

pair this with the fact that eddie has almost always been the weird kid. first he was the kid with the dead or deadbeat mom. the kid from the trailer park, who wore crappy hand-me-down clothes and smelled like cigarette smoke. the kid whose dad taught him to hotwire cars. then he was the kid with a buzzcut who played in a weird “satanic” band and played an even weirder satanic boardgame. then he was the teen who sold drugs, who got detention, who failed senior year twice.

and he’s always been the kid who was bullied. pushed down on the playground. beaten up in the locker rooms. dunked in toliets. nearly run off the road by rich popular kids when he was just trying to walk home to the trailer park. (wayne ends up buying the van from an old friend just to keep eddie a little safer.)

so when he finally makes a few friends, finds a few other outcast souls, he gloms onto them. he doesn’t even realize it half the time, but he’s always slapping gareth and jeff— then mike and dustin— on the back, slinging his arms over their shoulders, ruffling their hair. and sometimes they push him away, roll their eyes, annoyed by his antics, and he has to hide his hurt with another joke and quick smile.

he would be even worse with someone he had romantic feelings for. even if at first he thinks he doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t want to ruin your friendship, whatever, he still wouldn’t be able to stop himself from touching you. tapping your arm to get your attention, letting his fingers linger. playing with your hair, your clothes. knee and thigh pressed into yours while the two of you sit on the couch passing a joint.

and once the two of you actually confess your feelings? game over.

now he’s always holding your hand, leaning into your space. pressing kisses to your fingers, your hair, your mouth, anywhere he can reach. makes you sit on his lap any chance he gets, and half the time it’s not even sexual, he just wants you close. needs you close.

and every time you reciprocate— every time you lean your head on his shoulder while watching a movie, or interwine your fingers with his, or let him be the little spoon, or coax him to lie on the couch with his head in your lap so you can massage his scalp and run your fingers through his hair— eddie feels like crying. feels like he’s going to wake up any moment because this has to be a dream…

anyway…. just thinking some thoughts™️

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The incredibly annoying guy with the staring problem.

Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes in “The Falcon and The Winter Soldier” 2021.

Hi what about some fluff with eddie and reader where reader goes away to visit family for Christmas and while she's gone eddie is a mess he's wearing her sweater bc it smells like her and when she's finally back uncle wayne runs to her saying finally you're back and when eddie sees her at his door he tackle hugs her and won't let her go

This is adorable

A tiny fluff blurb

Eddie has spent the last two weeks pouting in his bedroom. His girlfriend had to visit family in California for Christmas, leaving him alone during the holidays. Well not alone, he had Wayne and hellfire. But it wasn't the same. He misses his girlfriend. He misses her warmth, her kiss, and her voice.

She calls every night, refusing to sleep without talking to him. Asking about every detail about his day and he gladly answers all the questions. Happily talking with his girlfriend for hours.

He went to bed every night with her pillow, spraying extra perfume when the scent faded. Switching between the three sweaters she left behind. Refusing to go a day without wearing one. His arms covered in the bracelets she left on his dresser. Kissing the ink on his finger before bed, a small initial on his pinky, one that matches her pinky finger.

~~

"two more hours Eddie" Wayne said patting his back, watching as Eddie crossed off another day on the calendar

A big red circle around the date labeled "BABY IS HOME"

"I'm going to take a nap so it goes faster. Wake me up when she's here!"

Wayne nodded, laughing as Eddie raced to his bedroom. The familiar sweater of hers covering his body

~~

"look who it is" Wayne smiled, throwing his arms around Y/N as she hugged him back

"I missed you Wayne" she squealed, hugging him harder as she refused to let go

"missed you too kid. Glad to finally have you back" Wayne admitted. He loved having her around and he missed her presence

"he's waiting for you. Dead asleep" Wayne said quietly pulling away from the hug

"should we pull a mean prank?" She giggled, an evil smirk

"fuck yes" Wayne laughed

~~

Eddie groaned as he woke up

Jumping out of bed as he raced to open his bedroom door

"YOU DIDN'T WAKE ME UP" he screamed as Wayne sat on the couch

"She hasn't come home yet. The plane is delayed" Wayne said shrugging his shoulders. Trying to hold back his smile as Y/N hid behind the couch

"wait what?" Eddie sighed sadly. Shoulders dropping in disappointment

"she called while you were asleep. I'm sorry bud. Doesn't seem like she's back until tomorrow"

"damnit" Eddie groaned. Throwing himself on the couch

"it's just another day"

"no it's not Wayne. It's 24 hours of her still not being with me. I understand two weeks isn't that long but I hate being away from her" Eddie sniffled, coughing away the tightness in his throat

"you love her that much huh?" Wayne smiled

"absolutely" Eddie said with no hesitation

Y/N felt her heart warming at the moment

Smirking evilly as she stood up silently

Throwing her hands over Eddie's eyes

"guess who?"

Eddie jumped in seconds, turning around fast to see his girlfriend standing there

"OH MY GOD" he screamed. Easily grabbing her into his arms, yanking her over the couch as he shoved his face in her neck

She giggled as he dug himself in her neck

"I missed you" he whispered into her neck

"missed you too baby"

Wayne excused himself. Leaving the two in the living room

"do you want to like go lay down?" She laughed

"just want to hold you a little longer" he said. Refusing to let her go

"okay. Let's hold each other a little longer"

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