hey jack how many sideblogs do you have?
like 500 someone stop me
Author theproblemwithstardust
Send me a pairing and a prompt:
-Send me a “Confess” and I’ll write a drabble about one character confessing to the other
-Send me a “Kiss” and I’ll write a drabble about their first kiss
-Send me a “Hush” and I’ll write a drabble about one character comforting the other (from fear or grief)
-Send me a “Peace” and I’ll write a drabble about them spending a quiet moment together
-Send me a “Together” and I’ll write a drabble about them spending their first night together (platonic, just sleeping)
-Send me a “Sleep” and I’ll write a drabble about one character watching the other sleep
-Send me a “Guardian” and I’ll write a drabble about one character swearing to always keep the other safe
-Send me a “Important” and I’ll write a drabble about one character explaining why the other is so important to them
-Send me a “Surprise” and I’ll write a drabble about one character discovering something surprising about the other
-Send me a “Cute” and I’ll write a drabble about something one character finds cute about the other
-Send me a “Birthday” and I’ll write a drabble about them spending their first birthday together
-Send me a “Unrequited” and I’ll write a drabble about one character longing for the other
-Send me a “Stay” and I’ll write a drabble about one character making the other promise that they will stay with them
-Send me a “Loss” and I’ll write a drabble about one character dying while in the arms of the other
-Send me a “Mourn” and I’ll write a drabble about one character mourning the death of the other
-Send me a “Stop” and I’ll write a drabble about one character calming the other down (from anger, jealously, etc)
-Send me a “Tickle” and I’ll write a drabble about character discovering the other is ticklish
-Send me a “Congrats” and I’ll write a drabble about their first anniversary
-Send me a “Realize” and I’ll write a drabble about one character realizing they love the other
-Send me a “Sorry” and I’ll write a drabble about one character apologizing to the other (hurting the other’s feelings, do something that angered the other, etc)
-Send me a “Hold” and I’ll write a drabble about one character just wanting to hug the other
-Send me a “Come back” and I’ll write a drabble about character asking the other to return (they parted after a fight, the other has been missing for a while, etc)
-Send me a “Push” and I’ll write a drabble about one character pushing the other against a wall and kissing them
-Send me a “Grab” and I’ll write a drabble about one character grabbing the other and kissing them
-Send me a “Lick” and I’ll write a drabble about one character licking the other in a specified location
-Send me a “Roam” and I’ll write a drabble about one character touching the other all over
-Send me a “Bite” and I’ll write a drabble about one character (gently) biting the other
-Send me a “Undress” and I’ll write a drabble about one character watching the other get naked
-Send me a “Whatever” and I’ll write whatever you ask for
11×1 for the Skam kisses?
622.
Steve couldn’t help chuckling a little. Clint was sitting opposite him, just about managing to get coffee in his mouth, his hair a mess and a large red bruise just nestled under his jaw.
“Good night, last night?” he asked, and Clint grinned slowly, looking dazed and helplessly happy.
The elevator dinged and Bucky came in looking like the cat that had got the damned cream. He sauntered – there was really no other word for it – over to the coffeemaker, poured himself a mug and placed it in front of Clint, just perfectly timed to replace the empty one he was staring at sadly.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he said, and under all the smug there was that same impossible happiness, the sound of it in his voice filling a little of the hollow place in Steve’s chest.
Bucky bent down and wrapped his arms across Clint’s chest, pressing two hard kisses against his cheek like he was helpless against them. Clint discarded his coffee and brought his hands up so he could hang on to Bucky’s arms, and Steve’s mouth dropped open when he saw, on Clint’s finger, the glint of gold.
Row 7 number 2 please and thank you.
627.
Every inch of him aches, every last bone and muscle and sinew crowding around to register their complaints. Holding himself up like this is making his biceps yell over the mob, his arms trembling a little at the strain.
Clint drags his mouth down Bucky’s flawless chest. Presses kisses here and there against skin that won’t hold marks, no matter what he tries, and then licks back up the centre, along Bucky’s sternum.
Right where the bullet had hit. Knocked him backwards. Right where the body armor hadn’t done enough to hold the back the force of it.
Bucky hadn’t been able to hold back the grunt of pain, and Clint had felt fear like plunging into ice water. Sudden, painful, unable to draw breath.
Oh, he’d thought, like drowning. It’s like that.
It’s like that.
Clint holds himself up on shaking arms and presses his mouth to Bucky’s perfect skin, unmarked, somehow untouchable.
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