*kisses all of you on the cheek*

helena1205  asked:

Okay, so I see that we get a lot of Daddy Keith appreciation from the Voltron family (which I love)...but can we also get a Daddy Shiro appreciation day or something? I feel like he deserve one. Where Keith and the kids go all out for him and for once let him take as many pictures he want without them complaining. Thank you for doing this whole Voltron family au, I love reading them almost every day.

[The Voltron Family] Shiro was in the kitchen making his tea when Keith came down to wrap his arms around Shiro’s tummy, kissing the back of his neck and then his cheek.

Shiro: *turns to keith to give him a proper kiss* Good morning. *smiles*
Keith: Hmmmm. Good morning indeed. 
Shiro: *hands Keith a cup* Tea.
Keith: You’re too good to me. Thank you. *takes his cup* *pulls Shiro towards him* *kisses* However, I’d like you, Mr. Nice Guy, to just sit down. *pushes Shiro to the stool by the breakfast table* 
Shiro: *takes a seat* *grins* And what will you do, Mr. Bad Guy?
Keith: *snorts at the nickname* I’ll make you breakfast because it’s Daddy Shiro Appreciation Day. 
Shiro: *blinks in confusion* What?

As if on cue, Hunk, Lance and Pidge entered the kitchen wearing their pyjamas. One by one they passed by Keith who gave them their little aprons to wear that had “Shiro’s Angels” in front and Shiro couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at how adorable it was. Then he noticed that Keith wore the same apron and honestly, Shiro was just endeared. They were his angels. 

Pidge: Daddy Shiro, what would you like to eat for breakfast?
Shiro: Just anything, sweetheart. I could just eat you! So cute! *squishes Pidge’s cheeks*
Pidge: That’s cannibalism, Daddy Shiro. *pouts*

Shiro watched them cook their big breakfast and he offered to help but Lance kept pushing him back to his seat so he could “leave it to the chefs.” It was such a good breakfast that Shiro felt like his family wanted him to burst.

Shiro: So what’s this Daddy Shiro Appreciation Day? How come I wasn’t informed of this date?
Hunk: Because it’s supposed to be a surprise!  
Shiro: You got me there, poppet. *finger guns at Hunk*
Lance: *drinks his milk* It’s Make Daddy Shiro’s Wish Come True Day at first but Daddy Keith said it was too long.
Keith: *drinks tea* Because it is. Same banana though. 
Shiro: Is it really? I can ask for anything? 
Lance: Yeah! *frowns* Well, maybe not all. I don’t have money to buy you the moon or the stars, Daddy Shiro. And I know you love stars. I only have *counts with his fingers* *looks at Keith for help*
Keith: 50 cents.
Lance: *looks back to Shiro* 50 cents! I don’t think stars cost 50 cents. 
Hunk: They probably cost like two dollars. *nods* That’s… a lot of money.
Pidge: Stars don’t cost two dollars, Hunk. *rolls eyes* I heard from Gretchen they were five dollars—each
Hunk: *gasps* *covers mouth with his hand* That’s so much money.
Lance: *frowns even more* I don’t have enough money then.
Shiro: *chuckles fondly at his kids* It’s alright. I don’t want the stars. I do have a request though. Can I make a request?
Three kids: YES. Anything! *nods*

That was how Keith and the kids found themselves wearing blue and white sailor outfits outside by the pool. Shiro was wearing a white captain uniform and he was beaming, a camera around his neck.

Keith: This wasn’t what I expected. *adjusts his outfit*
Shiro: Awww, you guys said I could request anything! 
Keith: And you had these outfits ready for some reason? *raises eyebrow*
Shiro: I just knew this day would come. *wipes fake tears dramatically*
Keith: *smiles while shaking his head* *bents down to fix Pidge’s hair* Don’t move too much, baby girl. 
Shiro: *bents down to fix Lance’s outfit* You look so dashing, buddy.
Lance: *beams* Heard that Hunk! I’m dashing!
Hunk: *chuckles* *squeezes Lance’s hand* Of course you are.
Shiro: Alright, places, family. Places. 

For once, they didn’t stop Shiro from taking way too much photos than necessary. They had solos, pairs, trios, etc—all combos! And of course there were photos with the Captain Shiro wooing his Admiral Keith and the kids wouldn’t stop giggling. 

When they got back inside to eat snacks, Shiro was looking at the photos he had taken and he couldn’t stop grinning. 

Keith: You okay? *places hand on Shiro’s shoulder*
Shiro: *looks up* Yeah. *takes Keith’s hand and kisses it* Thank you for this.
Keith: *smiles* It was the kids’ idea. Well, mine initially but don’t tell them I told you that. They like taking all the credit. Selfish kids. *rolls eyes in amusement*
Shiro: You four are so wonderful. *chuckles* *looks at his camera* I think I just found us another family portrait. 

Next week when Keith came home, by the living room was the new family portrait hanged along with the rest. It was the photo that had Lance sticking his tongue out at Keith who also did the same, arms crossed. Hunk was their mediator, both hands in front looking panicked. Pidge was being carried by Shiro who was pointing at Keith, Lance and Hunk while laughing so hard. And Shiro… Shiro with his eyes closed, one hand on his forehead looking so done. 

It was taken when the timer was too early. 

Keith was so in love with the photo. It described their family perfectly.

bronyfurrywhovianbookwarm  asked:

Fell and Swapfell skelebros' S/O falls asleep on them?

Awwh so cute! 

Underfell

Sans

Red finds it highly amusing and likes to mess with you, but not in a way that will wake you up. He’ll gently stroke your cheeks, play with your hair, and record all your little snores and mumblings. You’re so cute. He doesn’t mind you falling asleep on him, and you’re just so soft and squishy, Red falls asleep too. 

Papyrus

DATEMATE??? NO??? PLEASE GET OFF HIM??? You’re incredibly adorable, but he has work to do, plus he can’t sit still in one spot for hours. He has to move around. So Fell gently lifts you up, making sure not to wake you, and tucks you in your bed. He kisses you softly on your lips and gets back to work. 

Swapfell

Sans

You’re heavy, he’s not in a comfortable position, he wants to move. Sorry, but Black has to move you. He tries to wake you up, but you just grumble and snuggle closer to him, so Black just picks you up and plops you on your bed. Before he leaves though, you reach out to him, probably half asleep, and beg him not to go. Well, he can’t say no to that can he? He says only for five minutes, then falls asleep holding your hand. 

Papyrus

Whenever you fall asleep on him, Rus just shuts down. There’s nothing else, but your low breath on his bones, your velvet hair intertwined with his fingers, your soft body pressed against his. If it were possible, he’d stay like this, with you in his arms forever. Right here, right now, there’s no pain, no suffering, because he’s here to protect you, and you protect him too, with your love, with your light. With his soul reaching out to meet yours, Rus falls asleep too. 

anonymous asked:

soda getting a boner and begging you to do something about it?

-His cheeks are flushed
-Grinding against you
-Desperately kissing up your neck to get you in the mood
-You just smirk at him and he literally groans and paws at you
-Touching you all over
-”please baby” with heavy breathing
-Y’all definitely end up fucking

kaitcordx25  asked:

Can you do 58, 64, and 68 with Ethan?? Thanks I love your writing 😊❤️

58-I want kisses
64- You mean the world to me
68- That was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen

“Babe love me.” Ethan said as he made a funny face which caused me to start laughing.

“Ethan stop being so cute.” I giggled.

I want kisses.” He then started kissing all over my face and making me laugh even harder. I tried pushing him away, but he was stronger than me.

E-Ethan.” I stuttered as I kept laughing. He kissed all over my cheek and nose and then gave a final peck on my lips.

You mean the world to me. You know that right?” He asked and I nodded.

“I want you to scream it to the world. Say Y/N means the world to me.” I chuckled. He cupped his hands around his mouth and whispered.

“Y/N means the world to me.” I laughed at how cheesy he was.

That was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” I giggled as he pulled me back into him as we lied on the couch.

“Like you?” I popped him on the head.

“Stop being so cute Dolan.” I giggled.

“I think you mean smooth.” He smiles which I just leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips.

“Whatever helps you sleep E.” I giggled.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

anonymous asked:

How would each of the band members react to their S/O suddenly kissing their cheek as a way of confessing to them?

2D: He’s oblivious to flirting in all its forms so when you give him a small kiss on the cheek everything seems to click into place.

“You should have said something sooner,” he said draping an arm over your shoulder

Murdoc: When you kiss him, he’s nervous but only for a second. He chuckles to himself before pulling you in for a deeper kiss as if to say the feeling was mutual 

Noodle: She definitely gets flustered and turns a deep shade of red. You start to get worried that you might have messed something up but she quickly assures you that she feels the same, she just didn’t say anything

Russel: He was aware you had strong feelings about him but he wasn’t aware how strong. He pulled you close to him and sheepishly admitted that he also had feelings for you but he didn’t want to mess up what you already had

anonymous asked:

I love my boyfriend so much? I was "in the mood" yesterday but we couldn't do anything because we were out in the front yard and his parents were home and I was being annoying and he kissed my forehead and said "you're so adorable it's killing me" and it made me so content that I forgot all about my previous emotion and I just squished his cheeks and we gave each other Eskimo kisses and he put flowers in my hair and sang to me.

Aww, this is so pure and wholesome! Eskimo kisses are oh so adorable. I’m happy you have someone as precious as him! 

gingeroutcastblr  asked:

Please do a what Shawn is like when he's jealous bullet point?? ❤

I was writing this in school aaannnnnd my friend came up and started reading it over my shoulder, now I feel a bit awkward 😄

- Tbh, I don’t think he’d do anything too over the top,
- Because trust is important
- And he’d know you wouldn’t just run off with a random guy / gal
- But if it’s early on in the relationship, he’d definitely feel more jealous and he’d show it.
- Like if you were talking to someone and they seemed to be getting pretty close he’d want them to know you were with someone
- Like if you guys were at a party or something and someone was trying to flirt with you
- He’d get all clingy and come up behind you and just constantly hug you and kiss your cheek until the person either just gave up or felt too awkward and walked away
- And after you’d tease him about it until his face was bright red
- Like “Aww, little Shawny is jelly!”
- “Shut up.”
- Or he’d overhear someone talking about you / read something online
- Like someone in his band would say something about your hair looking nice or how you looked hot in your new jeans
- He’d get little stabs of jealousy
- But he’d still be lighthearted about the situation
- And would throw something like a packet of crisps or an apple at them
- “What? It’s true!”
- “Yeah, and that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about!”
- Or it’d be over something real petty
- Like the fact you’re dog loved you more and would only go to him if he had food
- Or when you go to the bakery down the street without him and he just follows you around until you give him a bit of muffin or brownie or whatever
- But the thing that gets him most is when you spend time with his family
- Especially when he’s on tour and can’t be there
- Don’t get it wrong, he loves to see you with his family!
- But when he sees his Nan for first time in six months
- And all she does is ask about you
- He’d get a bit jelly
- And his family would know this and would use it to their advantage
- More Aaliyah than anyone
- And they would tease the hell out of the guy!
- But also fantastic jealous sex 😏

mouse-clicks, tongue-licks;

we wander streets w/out reason

w/out rhyme, w/out motivation

– except maybe, you were looking

-hoping- for another kiss (like me)

unnecessary mistakes

wreaked havoc in our veins

we’re something that we’re not

and now that’s clear

clock-ticks run rampant, they’ll be

tolling our doom pretty soon

there are tear-streaks on my cheeks

they just won’t dry – all kleenex

have become useless –

heichouspoopjokes  asked:

Hunk fluff plz binch 💕

okie bench <3

VLD Hunk

  • He’s so cuddly, he literally loves to snuggle up with you after a long day. He’ll hug you anytime, when you ask, and even if you don’t!
  • Love cheek kisses. And forehead kisses. And top of the head kisses… and all types of kisses, to be honest!
  • He’d do anything for you, let’s be real here. Especially when it came to protecting you
  • Probably takes you out for rides in the yellow lion, even when he’s not supposed to - he just loves seeing your eyes light up with joy when you get to go outside the castle

anonymous asked:

Blacksmith!Rey and Knight!Kylo kissing for the first time. He thinks he sees her turn pink under the black staining her cheeks. She's never done this before. She needs a teacher. She's a fast learner, too, it gets hotter than the sword he uses.

“Think you know everything about swords, Scavenger?” as he presses up against her.

“Think you have something to teach me?” 

“Aye. For one thing, not all swords are made of metal.” 

I miss you.
Terribly.

Here I am, lying in my one-place-and-a-half bed, in the very place where you used to throw yourself to snuggle in, and I miss you.
The intensity that permeated your look when it touched me, the softness of your hair, the tenderness of your cuddles, the warmth of your skin against mine, the comfort of your presence, I miss everything.

It is so unfair. You are the person who has approached the most closely the frail little organ that is my heart, and here we are again strangers. It is even worse than being strangers, if we had simply returned back to this stage, there would remain hope, the electrifying excitement of having the opportunity to know each other, to discover each other, to marvel at each other of what we were, the visceral excitement of bonding to a new soul.
We’re not even strangers anymore. Even our eyes are fleeing each other as we both die of wanting to make them cross again.

I miss you.

You had to realize that we did not want the same thing for this utopia to end. It was too good to be true, you were too beautiful to be mine.
And here we are, both of us wishing deeply to reach the contraries of our mutual desires.
You, to love me with a flame of love that you do not have, in order to keep by your side the soul mate you found in me.
Me, to be able to forget that it is this flame of love that I have for you which gnaws me, in order to be able to meet again your almond eyes without feeling my world collapsing, in order to have the strength to keep you by my side, to have the strength to love you with that profound friendship you have for me.

I miss you.

We are but the sad spectators of a morbid scene, where we can only look helplessly at our plans to empty their blood by liters. The hope was extinguished in my hands when I tried to hold it to you and you did not know how to grasp it.
Love has given way to disarray, happiness has given way to loneliness, romance has given way to nostalgia, your kisses on my cheeks have given way to the erratic furrows of my tears, and you, you have given way to a gaping hole in the middle of my most secular hopes.

I miss you.

I wish I could hug you again, I would like to have the naivety to believe that you loved me, I would like to have the carelessness not to fear the nature of your feelings. I wish I could no longer be afraid to eternally continue to seek for you through all the people I meet. I wish I could not be terrified that I will never find someone else like you, someone who would have the same laugh, the same look, the same dimples in the corner of the mouth, the same hair, the same Way to kiss, the same way to get angry, the same tastes for music. I wish I could feel able to love something else than what you are.
I wish I could no longer feel a piece of me collapse every time I remember that you are now part of the past and that there is no possible future with you.
I wish that the thought of you leaves me a different taste than the bitter one of the salted pearls that flow on my cheeks.

I miss you.

—  are-you-ok-no-fck-off, The original text is in French and is on my tumblr here

Since I’ve been traipsing around a different continent for the past three months, I haven’t even seen the rest of the season and the finale… but let me tell you what happens anyway after last night’s Apparent Clusterfuck:

As Dean Winchester stands next to his prone angel, morbidly fascinated by the ash wings burned into the ground around his feet, he feels completely and utterly numb. He’s only had the presence of mind not to step on them, an easy thing given the fact that they’re so bare of feathers.

Carefully, and still without thinking, the hunter lowers himself to his knees, brow furrowed and lip trembling as he attempts to process what is clearly right before him.

Castiel is dead.

Still, Dean can’t help extending a shaking hand. His fingers gently trace the curve of Cas’s cheekbone in a way he never would have allowed himself if the other was still breathing, and despite the fact that his mouth feels like sandpaper and he can feel Castiel’s skin turning cold he asks the question anyway:

“…C-Cas?”

Dean can feel Sam staring holes through his back, but that’s the extent of any response to his query.

“Cas, wake up.”

His voice is a broken croak, but Dean keeps speaking anyway, turning bolder and more desperate with every second that reality sinks in.

“Cas? Castiel, wake up. Wake up, Cas! Cas!”

He’s pawing at his angel now, vision blurring until he has to blink to clear it. He all but throws himself across Castiel’s torso to uselessly slap at his cheeks in an attempt to rouse him.

“You stupid son of a bitch, wake up! Wake up, Castiel! Don’t you dare leave me, don’t…”

Castiel is still motionless when Dean collapses against him. “Don’t go,” the hunter whispers pitifully into his angel’s neck. He squeezes his eyes shut and swallows a sob. “Please. I… Cas, I…” His heart is in his throat as he turns his head to press a light kiss behind the other’s ear, moving to put his lips against Castiel’s own for the first and last time. “…I love you, you dumb angel,” he murmurs. “So you gotta wake up. Cas. Cas, I love you, so you hafta…”

When nothing happens, Dean curls himself over his angel and cries.

Sam joins him after a time, crouching to put a hand to his shoulder and blinking back tears himself. Soon, though, they have to go. “Dean. Dean, we have to get out of here.”

“Sammy, I–”

“I know. It’ll be okay.”

But when they both turn away from Cas for the first time, God isn’t who they’re expecting to find. In all honesty, they’re not expecting to find anyone… and yet, there he is: Chuck, dressed in a robe and stained pj pants.

“You love my son?” Is all he asks, piercing gaze boring into Dean. Dean takes a step back as if to protect Castiel’s form from his own father, and that apparently is good enough. Chuck nods sagely. “I don’t play favourites, you know,” he says. “I did that once with Lucifer and it didn’t end well… but Castiel is, different. He’s everything I didn’t know I wanted angels to be. He makes mistakes. He learns. And yet every time I bring him back, he ends up risking his life for you.”

Dean holds his breath. Chuck sighs. “I love my son, I would give him the world if I could.” There’s a beat, and Chuck tilts his head to the side. “But we’ve both seen what happens when he has unlimited power. Besides, at the end of the day… I think he really just wants you.”

And then God is gone.

Dean is confused for only a moment before there’s a gasping breath from behind him and a hacking cough, Castiel sitting upright and flushed and so very alive that Dean can do nothing but throw himself to the ground. He tackles Cas in a kiss before the other has time to say a word, pressing him to the floor and putting everything he is into the contact.

When he pulls away, Cas is bright red and smiling with the approximate wattage of the sun. “Dean,” he murmurs, awed. “I’m… I mean, I…”

Dean presses a finger to the other’s plump lips. “I love you,” he says simply.

And Castiel moves to kiss him again.

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anonymous asked:

You know how at the end of brotherhood they show pictures pinned up on that board? I want the same thing except it's all Mama!Hawk! PLEAAAAAASSEEEEEE!

I didn’t know that i needed this so much. THANK THE HEAVENS FOR THIS ANON!! And i know you said Mama!Hawk but i wanted to throw in Papa!Roy too!!! I love me some parentals!

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cute bare faced jiyongie all bundled up (๑>◡<๑)

Lazy

Summary: Pure porn without plot. You wake up and spend a morning with Sam and Dean.

Warnings: Smut, threesome (no Wincest), anal sex

Word Count: 2650ish

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO

Too hot. Too bright. Everything feels heavy and suffocating, like you’re trapped or tied down. Leg muscles twitch, but you can’t move them as you force your brain to swim toward the surface, try to break your mind out of its haze.

And then you wake up.

For just a moment, you focus only on your breath. You wake up like this two or three times a week, have ever since you started hunting, and it will only take your body a few seconds to calm down.

Keep reading

Second chance

(A/N): I just really needed Bucky fluff so

Summary: (Y/N) gives Bucky a home, a family, love, a second chance.

Warnings: fluff

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah, @callmeoncette


Originally posted by veestronger

   Bucky winces as the front door creaked; he’d have to change the hinges soon. The floor boards ached underneath his boots, making awful creaking noises with each step. Goddamit, he was trying to be quiet for fucks sake and his 7,000 year old house was making that nearly impossible.

   “You’re back early,” Bucky looks up from the old wooden floor to look upon his wife, standing at the foot of their stairs with a robe wrappedaround her body. Bucky can’t help but smile as he lowers his bag to the ground, immediately enveloping (Y/N) into a tight hug.

   “Mission went off without a hitch,”

   “Mmhh, that’s good,” (Y/N) hums softly as she runs her fingers through Bucky’s sweat matted hair. “No bruises, cuts, broken bones?”

   “My leg has a small scratch, nothing to be too worried about,” (Y/N) releases Bucky from their hug instead taking his hands as she quietly led him up the stairs, stopping when the floorboards would creak gently. It took a few minutes but (Y/N) finally got them up the stairs and into their shared bedroom.

   (Y/N) immediately drags Bucky to their bathroom, gingerly forcing him down onto the side of their bathtub, a vintage claw foot that Bucky spent years trying to install.

   “Clothes off,” (Y/N) states matter of factly as she reaches under their sink, grabbing the first aid kit she always had on hand.

   “(Y/N), it’s really nothin’ to worry about doll, just a little scratch-”

   “Don’t make me tell you again Mr. Barnes,” (Y/N) clucked her tongue at him, smiling just a bit. Bucky smiled as he unbuttoned his vest, letting it droop to the floor as he began worming his boots and pants off. Before his pants were even off his leg (Y/N) pounced upon him, inspecting his wound thoroughly as though she were some kind of surgeon. She might as well have been a surgeon given how often she was stitching Bucky up, making him feel better and okay.

   “I don’t think it’s going to need any stitches- this time,” (Y/N) adds the last part with a soft smile. “Probably just some cleaning and a bandage.”

   “See, what did I tell you-”

   “But you need a shower, you smell horrible,” Bucky chuckles gingerly as he shakes his head, still being mindful enough to be quiet.

   “Only if you join me,” (Y/N) smiles softly, chuckling herself.

   “I have to go make breakfast soon-”

  “We’ll help each other, promise,”

   “James Buchanan Barnes, the last time you tried to cook in my kitchen you nearly burned our entire house down,”

   “Yeah, but then we got to renovate, remember how fun that was?”

   “I remember you nailing your hand to a piece wood, that’s for sure,” (Y/N) chuckles again, shaking her head fondly at the memory.

   “Well, I have experience now and I promise I won’t burn our kitchen down,” Bucky smiles softly, his eyes twinkling with a warm sort of fondness for his wife. “Please join me?”

   “Fine, but only because you asked so nicely,” (Y/N) slides off her robe as Bucky turns their tub on, letting it fill up with warm water before he and (Y/N) clambered In.

   Bucky looks back as (Y/N) slides her bra off, leaving her completely vulnerable to his gaze. It felt like Bucky’s breath had been taken away; it didn’t matter how many times he looked at (Y/N), every time he did it felt like the first, every single time.

   “You’re gorgeous,” Bucky whispers as he settles his hands on (Y/N)’s waist as his gaze rakes up and down her body, taking every chunk of her in. “So gorgeous,” Bucky leans forward, pressing a series of kisses along (Y/N)’s hips, stomach, and sternum. Her breath hitches in the back of her throat and her hands immediately fly to his hair, gripping it gently.

   “Bucky, bath first, sex after breakfast,” Bucky smiles as he pulls back, looking up at (Y/N) adoringly.

   “You’re no fun,”

   “Get in the tub you loser,” (Y/N) chuckles as they give his shoulder a gentle tap, before she clambers into the tub, taking up almost half the thing.

   “God, we need a new tub,” Bucky mutters as he slides in, right between (Y/N)’s legs.

   “And you’re not installing it,” (Y/N) presses a gentle kiss to his forehead as she grabs his shampoo bottle, flipping the cap open and squirting some onto her palm.

   “Why not?” Bucky pouts adorably as (Y/N) uses her free hand to work some water into his hair.

   “I don’t need to remind you of what happened the last time you tried to install something,” (Y/N) chuckles as she works the water into his hair, soaking it before working the shampoo in. Bucky hums in delight, sighing as he relaxes against (Y/N)’s body.

   “It was my first time, I can do it so well now-”

   “Bucky,” (Y/N) title his head up enough that she can lean down to press a kiss to his lips. “No more repairs or installations for you, we’ll get a contractor to come out and help,”

   “What the hell kind of contractor is going to come all the way out here?”

   “Bucky, stop squirming or you’re going to get shampoo in your eyes,” (Y/N) chuckles as she fondly strokes her husband’s scruffy cheek, just a barely there touch that she knew he enjoyed so much.

   Bucky settles down, enough for (Y/N) to wash his hair, condition it, and manage to cover some parts of his body in soap.

   “And I’m sure uncle Clint wouldn’t mind coming in to help fix the tub,”

   “You’d pick Clint over me?” Bucky looks almost appalled as he looks up at (Y/N), his eyes narrowed and mouth open. (Y/N) smirks as she hands the soap over to Bucky, smacking the soapy bar into his outstretched hand.

   “Mhm, yes I would,”

   “I’m offended,” Bucky mutters as he washes all the parts (Y/N) wasn’t able to get, namely anything past his pecs.

   “Boohoo,” (Y/N) chuckles as Bucky begins to work on his legs, having to sling one of them over the edge of the tub to clean it. “I’ll make it up to you later,”

   “Yeah,” Bucky grumbles as he works on the other leg. “I’m sure you will,” (Y/N) smiles as she tilts her head, just enough to kiss the side of Bucky’s head.

   “How about waffles for breakfast and me for dessert?” Bucky hums as he sets the soap down, tilting his head up to smile at (Y/N).

   “That sounds heavenly,”

   “Well let’s get going then Big guy,” (Y/N) chuckles softly as Bucky clambers out of the tub, grabbing a towel for himself and two for (Y/N).

   “Thank you,” (Y/N) gets on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Bucky’s lips before quickly pulling away again. “You’re running out of clothes to wear,” (Y/N) comments as she throws him a pair of boxers and loose sweats. “We’ll have to go shopping soon,” Bucky Hums as he gets dressed, sliding his clothing on as he watched (Y/N). God- he could just look at her all day. She was beautiful in his eyes, any little imperfection that she hated Bucky loved, any stretch mark or unwanted mole, any “fat” that she claimed to have he loved it.

   Bucky can’t help but wrap his hands around (Y/N)’s waist as she slips a shirt on, letting it bunch around his arms.

   “I missed you,” Bucky whispers as he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck. “I missed this,” (Y/N) sighs as she settles her arms over his, grasping his hands gently and giving them a gentle squeeze.

   “I missed you too…how long will you be staying this time?”

   “Whenever Fury calls me back,” Bucky presses his lips to (Y/N)’s neck, giving her a series of open mouthed kisses. (Y/N) hums pleasurably, tilting her head to the side a bit to give Bucky better access.

   “We miss you,” (Y/N) whispers, stopping Bucky dead in his tracks. We. (Y/N) and their children; their children. Sometimes Bucky forgot he had a life here, a loving wife, three amazing kids, he was so caught up with Shield and missions and hydra that he forgot that he was past that part of his life; he didn’t have to worry about hydra, shield and missions weren’t his day and night anymore but (Y/N) was, his family was.

   “I know baby,” Bucky sighs as he breaks away, rubbing at his forehead as he does. “I need to resign, I need to do something-”

   “Don’t do anything you don’t want to do, I don’t want you to feel like you have to give up shield for us-”

   “But I want to,” Bucky hangs his head, sighing once again. “I want to leave that chapter of my life behind. It’s like I’m stuck on the same damn page twenty four seven and I hate it. You guys are my new chapter, I just need to stop going back and rereading the last ones…” (Y/N) smiles softly as she reaches out, holding Bucky gently.

   “Then take a break, stay at home, learn how to cook, fix our tub and walls-”

   “I thought you said no more renovations for me?” Bucky smiles just a bit, one quirk of his lip is all.

   “Mh, I’ve changed my mind, plus if you’re going to be here all the time you’re going to need to learn how to do some work,” Bucky chuckles as he holds (Y/N), a sweetly almost earthy sound filling the air.

   “You’re rude to me,”

   “Yeah I am,” (Y/N) smiles as she gently kisses Bucky’s bare chest. “And you love me for it,” (Y/N) pulls away, taking Bucky by the hand as she gently guides him down the stairs and into their kitchen.

   “Yeah, unfortunately I do,” (Y/N) gasps, feigning hurt as she clutches at her heart.

   “I’m hurt, wounded,” Bucky chuckles as he wraps his arms back around (Y/N)’s waist, smiling as he squeezed them gently. “No, stop, I’m mad at you,” (Y/N) laughs as Bucky nuzzles his scruffy face in the crook of her neck, tickling her gently. “Bucky, stop, we have to make breakfast!” (Y/N) whispers harshly to the soldier but her smile betrayed her tone.

   “If you keep yellin’ like that you’re gonna wake the kids up,”

   “Yeah, and it’ll be your fault-” (Y/N) smiles as she waddles towards their fridge, dragging Bucky with her as he refused to let go of her waist. “I thought you said you were helping,” (Y/N) smirks as she reaches for the milk and eggs, holding them both in one hand while the other retrieved a small pack of bacon.

   “I am,” Bucky chuckles as he grips (Y/N)’s hips gently.

   “Then get me some flour and salt,” Bucky smiles as he presses a kiss to (Y/N)’s cheek before sauntering off to retrieve all the necessary items for waffles.

   Bucky’s hand stalls as he reaches for a bag of sugar- He stared at the metal plating, stained with years of wear and tear, bodily fluids, and plenty of chalk and paint from both Steve and his children. It didn’t seem like too long ago when he’d used that same hand to choke innocent victims, it didn’t seem like years ago when one day a certain woman came up to him, held his hand, and begged him to help her. That’s how he had met (Y/N). She was being followed by a few shady men and she came to Bucky’s side for comfort. She didn’t even know him, he looked like an ex con for fucks sake and yet she still took his hand and begged for help. He remembered looking into those shining eyes of hers and feeling his heart clench as he was met with a fearful gaze. She begged him to pretend to be her boyfriend, which he gladly did.

   They had walked around, stopped at a cafe, talked, and eventually stopped at Central Park. Bucky was having such a fantastic time that he didn’t even notice when the men stopped following the two of them, and apparently so did (Y/N).

   “They stopped,” (Y/N) had whispered as she looked around the park. “Oh my god, thank you so much Bucky, thank you so, so, so much. How can I repay you?”

   “How about a real date, one where we don’t have to worry about men following us around?” Bucky knew it was a long shot, he was the infamous winter soldier after all, there was no way (Y/N) would ever agree-

   “I’d love that,” (Y/N) had whispered, giving his hand a good squeeze. It was in that moment Bucky realized for the first time in forever he wasn’t scared. He wasn’t afraid he was going to hurt (Y/N), he wasn’t afraid that hydra was lurking around the corner, he wasn’t afraid of what the next mission would be, for once he could finally just be.

   “Buck, I need that sugar,” (Y/N) smiled tenderly at Bucky as she held a whisk in her hand, parts of it dripping in thick batter.

   Bucky clears his throat as he reaches for the sugar, snatching it up before handing it to (Y/N).

   (Y/N) had given him a second chance. He had been a broken shell, something of the man he once used to be but when (Y/N) showed up the pieces slowly started to fall back into place. He didn’t feel so scared anymore, he slowly adopted the old Bucky Barnes back into his life, the fun, playful, loving one that everyone had missed so much. (Y/N) had given him a second chance at life.

   “Daddy!” Three high pitched voices break him away from his thoughts. Three pairs of feet hit the hardwood as Bucky’s kids come barreling after him; Elizabeth, Collin, and Ben. Ben and Collin were his first two kids, twins, and Elizabeth was the youngest, daddy’s princess.

   All three kids latch onto Bucky immediately, shouting happily as they climb all over him. Bucky laughs as he picks up Elizabeth and Ben, letting Collin climb (more like Jump) up onto his back.

   “Yeah, yeah, daddy missed you too you goofballs,”

   “Daddy, I drew you a bunch of pictures!” Elizabeth cries happily, pointing to the fridge with a small finger. Bucky looks surprised as he looks at them, smiling widely when Elizabeth giggles.

   “They’re beautiful baby,”

   “Daddy! I finally hit our baseball into that meadow!”

   “Did you now?” Bucky looks at Ben, who was looking up at his father adoringly.

   “Oh yes he did, he went in to retrieve it and I couldn’t find him for half an hour,” Bucky laughs as (Y/N) continues to whisk and fold the batter.

   “And Collin,” Bucky tilted his head backwards, smiling at his son. “What have you been up to Buddy?”

   “Mommy’s been teaching me how to read big boy books!”

   “Like what?”

   “Harry- Harry-”

   “Harry potter?”

   “Yes!” Colin smiles excitedly.

  “That’s so cool!”

  “Yeah!” Collin nods as he wraps his arms around Bucky’s head, making it impossible to see anything.

   “Kids, why don’t you go play on the swing and daddy will come play once breakfast is almost done?” The children squeal happily as they jump off Bucky, rushing to the back door and out into their endless backyard.

   Bucky smiles fondly as he watches them scurry off, his heart clenching just a bit. Years ago he never would have believe he’d settle down, get married, have a family, he had been too dangerous for that but here he was, making breakfast for his wife and children and in his own home too, not some tower or sanctuary, his own home with rooms and a kitchen and a backyard.

   Bucky can feel the tears burn at his eyes but he ignores them for now. Instead he wraps his arms around (Y/N) once again as his lips find purchase on her temple.

   “Thank you,” Bucky whispers hoarsely, making it obvious he was on the verge of tears. (Y/N) immediately looks at him, her beautiful eyes shrouded in worry.

   “What for?” Bucky smiles gently as he rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s, inhaling her comforting scent deeply.

   “For giving me a second chance,”

Friends Part 1

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1947

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing 

credits to the gif owner

You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels.  But as soon as you arrived at the party, you felt your heart being shattered.

You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comes in your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.

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