#sleepover time

like lightning | b.b.

a/n: hi. yes i still have these sleepover requests. i'm starting to get to them i promise 🥲 anyway this was inspired by fine from ordinary days

"Told you we should've taken a cab."

Your voice is drowned out by another clash of thunder loud enough to make you flinch; even though you’ve pulled Bucky’s jacket over your head in an attempt to shield yourself, your dress is already completely soaked through, and you can feel water slowly beginning to seep into your shoes with every step.

Bucky, meanwhile, still hasn't lost the damn grin on his face, and it's frankly starting to drive you up the walls of this never-ending alleyway; you’re the only maniacs outside in this weather and he seems to enjoy it while you're starting to resemble a drowned rat hurrying alongside him, your make-up running down your face. Shortcut, your ass—if you're late to his family's dinner now, if you’re going to make a horrible first impression on top of everything else, you might just consider murdering him, no matter how charmingly he bats his eyes at you, and—is he slowing down?!

"Buck, I don’t think we should—" you start, then gasp when he suddenly pulls you towards his chest, his other hand coming up to gently cup your face.

His eyes roam over you like he’s mesmerized by the very sight, still with that smile on his face, the one that makes his dimples show, and normally you’d think all of this very sweet but the wind’s picking up and you’re late and miserable and cold and wet and—"Marry me."

And with another thunderous crack, your world turns upside down.

Her back can’t take the couch, Gerald’s out of town and can’t pick her up

What kinda pillow pet did you bring to our sleepover ? This is mine , isn’t she pretty ? 🦄🤍✨

I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, so I’m opening up a sleepover type event! Send in asks-- if there’s something burning that you want to know about me, or play one of the games.  I am still so honestly blown away by all of the support I’ve gotten from ya’ll and the support I’m continuing to get. Thank you so much. There really aren’t enough words to describe how grateful I am, and how much I adore you.  Feel free to send in as many asks or games as you want. Share, interact, re-blog. Let’s have some fun! I’m keeping this running until December 6, so you’ve got a week. Tagging a few people under the cut. I value the friendships that I’ve grown, and the ones I’ve yet to cultivate.  🌟40 Questions  40 Questions for Fic Writers ✨Three sentence AU  1) Give me a pairing.2) Give me an AU setting.3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.

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Spoilers for Dalen's Closet | Vox Machina One-Shot

Their wedding night is not what Percy expected.

Second wedding night, he supposes, staring up at the ceiling as Vex sniffles quietly beside him. It’s not a terrible sound to hear. It means she’s still breathing, and he knows he would worry more if she were still and silent beside him.

“Dear,” he starts gently. “I know it’s our night, but would you prefer if we were in the mansion?”

“W-what?” Vex asks, furiously wiping away a tear.

“I just wondered… if everything might feel a bit better if we stayed with family tonight.”

Vex’s shoulders stop shaking at the suggestion. She nods, reaching for a tissue. 

Percy touches his earring and whispers, “Hello?” 

“Oy!” Scanlan chirps from a few rooms away. “Do you lovebirds need anything?”

Percy hears a mumbled laugh that sounds suspiciously like Pike, and he wonders if he might have interrupted something.

“Oh good, you’re up,” Percy says, and the voice that is absolutely Pike laughs after that. “No, I don’t want to know. Scanlan when you’re decent—"

“I’m way better than decent.”

“When you’re decent,” Percy reiterates, “would you mind… we were wondering if we could actually stay in the mansion tonight.”

There’s a slight pause, and Percy can almost hear Scanlan think.

“Yup,” Scanlan agrees, surprisingly eager. “Anything for the Lord and Lady de fifty names de Rolo.”

“Thank you,” Percy says softly.

“Is casting it in our room okay?” Pike asks, clear and crisp from her own earring.

“My room?” Scanlan clarifies.

“Shit,” says Pike.

“Yes, Scanlan’s will be alright,” Percy agrees, watching Vex smile amidst her tear tracks.

“Alright, give me one minute and it’ll be ready to go.”

“See you shortly,” Percy says. “Please wear pants.”