ask the baby tooth

chryselephantinechaos  asked:

Kiss ask: Gradence, #6 (morning kisses), if so inspired 💙💙💙

The sunlight yawns through the curtains, bathing the room in the rosy gold of pre-dawn. Being summer, they’ve left the window cracked open; a breeze blows through, and the curtain flutters. A sunbeam falls directly onto Percival’s upturned face. 

“Ugh,” he says, and rolls over, drawing the covers up over his head. 

This action, unfortunately, pulls the blanket off Credence. He squeaks indignantly and scrunches up his face, reaching out and patting his husband to try to get his blanket back. 

Percival has no intention of letting this happen. He makes a happy little mmnnnnm noise, sighing, legs drawn up and feet tucked in, a perfectly warm burrito of sleepy happiness. 

“You stole my blanket,” Credence informs him crossly. The effect is rather spoiled by the fact that all the hair on the left side of his head is sticking straight up. 

“Sorry,” the pile of blankets formerly known as Percival mumbles, but makes no move to return it. 

Credence moves closer, wrapping his arms and legs around his husband like a particularly persistent limpet. “Give it back,” he whines. Percival’s face emerges from the blankets and pecks his nose with a kiss. 

Credence takes advantage of this to slide his hands into the hole created in the blanket, making a happy little ahhh as Percival presses a kiss to each one of his scarred palms. He lifts the blanket and Credence scoots in, pressed heart to heart with the man he’s promised to love above all others. Not that it’s a great hardship, exactly; Percival nuzzles a series of sleepy little kisses into his hair. Credence wraps his arms around him, relishing the quiet tangle of limbs and the soft warm smell of happiness and Saturday morning indolence. 

They fall back asleep like that, curled up and content in each other’s sleepy embrace.


The song of the ocean breeze fills the air around you and Shawn as you lazily swing back and forth in that old hammock on the front porch of the house you’re renting, the one with ropes that looked about ready to snap. Shawn spent the day yesterday repairing it while you watched him, iced tea in hand, sunglasses perched on your nose and encouragements falling from your lips. (“Babe, your back looks so good like that”; “Stop wiggling your ass at me dipshit”; “Can you take your pants off too?”)

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Request: Bucky x reader request please? Bucky is at a bar taking a break after a mission. He notices the reader at the other end of the bar getting sluggish after one drink. He also notices the group of guys watching her. Two go to take her but Bucky stops them. And still being in his gear they backed off. He brings her to his place till the drugs wear off and they end up getting along so well he asks her out.

Warnings: Woman being drugged, protective Bucky, language.

A/N: I love me some protective Bucky!

Originally posted by annandalegirl99

It had been a long 2 weeks for Bucky. SHIELD had gotten a hit on a Hydra base, and of course Bucky being their past little puppet, he has a bit of a chip on his shoulder with them, so he takes it into his own hands, and feels it’s his responsibility to put an end to them.

The mission had gone off without a hitch, it almost always does when Bucky takes control.

He’s tired, but has some steam to blow before he goes home.

He see’s a bar on the corner that doesn’t seem too lively, but enough people around, so he pulls over and goes in for a drink.

When he goes in there’s not many people around, so he takes a seat at the bar.

“You look like you’ve been through hell.” The bartender makes himself known. Bucky looks up in his direction and just nods.

“You have no idea.” he didn’t mean for it to come off rude, but then again he hadn’t used his voice much the past 2 weeks, so his voice is a little raspy.

“What can I get you?”

“Just a beer.” The man nods and grabs a beer from the fridge and pops the top for him, sliding it down the table.

Bucky brings the cold beverage to his lips, and tips it back.

It is then that he notices a young woman at the end of the bar.

She’s alone, but she doesn’t look sad. No man has done her wrong, from what he can tell.

She’s small, can’t be more than 5'2’’, a few freckles on her face, and a small button nose, complemented by (E/C) eyes.

He also notices, at the table behind you, 3 men. Staring at you. Bucky senses something is off. He was about to leave, but decides he better stay. He decides to listen in.

One of the men come up to you, resting his hand on your lower back. You flinch, obviously uncomfortable with his touch.

“Hey baby, how are you this evening?” He asks with a yellow toothed grin.

You grimace, wishing you would have brought someone with you, no doubt.

“I’m fine thanks.”

The man keeps your attention, while his buddy comes up, on the other side of you. If Bucky wasn’t paying as close attention as he was, he would have missed the man slipping something in your drink.

He tenses, sitting up in his chair, knowing whats about to happen, he’s ready to spring.

The men don’t seem to notice he’s watching, if Bucky weren’t a master of shadowing himself, he’d stick out like a sore thumb, considering he’s still in his uniform.

You grab your drink, not assuming anything, as the guy who slipped it in your drink had gone back to their table, leaving you none the wiser.

“You wanna get outta here, babe?” You choke on your drink.

“Um, no thank you, I have work tomorrow anyway, I should probably be heading home.” You take one more sip, and stand up. Suddenly wishing you would have slowly stood up, as you feel woozy.

‘O-oh no..’ You think to yourself, you’ve been drugged. You can feel yourself slipping.

The man puts his arm around your waist, and leads you towards the door.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll get you some safe…” He grins a sickening grin.

Bucky knows he has no intention of taking you back to your house, he decides he better interfear now.

He stands up quickly, walking over to them somewhat fast, before they can leave the bar with you.

He grabs the guys shoulder, affectively getting his attention. He turns, thinking it’s one of his goons.

“Hey man what do you think of tonights catc–” He stops mid sentence, noticing that is man was most definitely NOT his friend.

“I think you need to let her go, before you find yourself in more trouble.” He glares at him, straightening his back, as if he needed to appear more intimidating.

Bucky can tell the man wanted to act tough, as he straightened himself out too…until he made eye contact with the metal arm, still exposed.

“Y-you’re the winter soldier…” The man releases you, and shoves you into Bucky’s arms.

“H-here, you can keep here, we didn’t want her anyway!” He runs out of the bar, leaving his friends behind.

Bucky turns and glares at the remaining 2 men, and they bolt out of the door as well.

Bucky looks down at you, you’re awake, but obviously incapacitated  

“Ma'am, I’m gonna get you somewhere safe, okay?” You nod, you’ve heard of the winter soldier and his now involvement with the Avengers and you know you can trust him.

He picks you up under your legs and your back, carrying you bridal style.

He puts you in his car and drives to his apartment.

He could have stayed at the tower, but he figured too much going on wouldn’t be great for him, plus, Tony still isn’t his best friend. So Steve helped him get his own apartment in the city.

He gets out of the car and goes to your side, and picks you up, taking you into his cozy home.

It’s not much, Bucky knows, but it’s enough for what he needs.

He sets you down on the couch and hands you a blanket.

“I’ll go get you a glass of water, and then I’m going to go change, alright?” You just nod, snuggling into the blanket.

He brings you your water and disappears into his bedroom. You take this time to look around. Pictures align the walls, memories of his childhood. Him and Steve, his parents and his sisters. Images of better times. Your heart aches for him.

He comes back, dressed in sweatpants and a tank top, with his hair in a bun. This is a good look on him, you notice.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/N)” You manage to speak, it’s easier to talk now, you’re just a little nervous.

“(Y/N), huh? That’s beautiful.” You blush and look towards your lap.

“Thank you…”

He looks into your eyes.

“You don’t have to thank me. I knew what their intentions were, I wasn’t going to let them hurt you.”

You grin at him.

“What were you doing at a bar alone so late at night? It’s not safe, which I’m sure you noticed.”

You chuckle.

“I-I was..I was just having a bad day, is all I guess..and I don’t know anyone that would go with me so late. I guess I just figured I could take a chance. I learned my lesson…” You sigh.

“You shouldn’t have to worry about such things…”

“I know…but unfortunately, that’s the world we live in.” You reach out, wanting to touch his arm, as it’s fascinating to you. But you pull away quickly, realizing you didn’t even ask him.

'What is wrong with me? I would never just reach towards someone…must be the drugs. Fuck my life.’

He smirks.

“You can touch it if you want.” You blush and look towards his tan carpets.

Reaching out with shaking hands, you run your fingers over the metal. You’ve never met him before, but you notice the red star on his shoulder is gone. Everyone knew the winter soldier had a star on his shoulder.

“The star…it’s gone.” He sighs.

“I bet you’re relieved.”

“Yes. It’s the one thing I couldn’t get away from. You can stay here for the night, I’ll take you home in the morning…unless, you’d maybe like to go for coffee with me?” You can see an inkling of a blush on his cheeks. And holy shit if it isn’t fucking adorable.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Mr. Barnes?”

He chuckles.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Id love to.”

“Great. You can take my bed tonight, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

You think about arguing, but you know he probably won’t give up. So you agree.

“Alright, I’ll see you in the morning, James.”

“Good night, (Y/N).”


Human Traffic (1/?)

To make you happy.

{An Undertale fancomic}

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{ And we’re back on track again!!!! Hopefully.

Seeing as I have trouble keeping up with both the comic and the ask portion of this blog, I’ve decided to let the ask portion take a huge backseat for now.

Meaning that I will continue and finish the ‘bye bye baby tooth’ plot thing…but after that the ask part will go on hiatus until I have either more time in my schedule or when this comic is done.

Also show of hands! How many thought that Frisk was either homeless or parentless!
I am curious to know! For…eh…science?}

How to win your crush (based on MikaYuu fanfic I had read)

1. Suck his blood (an classic)

2. Be his best friend, disappear, back with a mask.

3. Have a crazy-psycho twin brother who also want him, run away with your crush (P.S: To this work you have to also be crazy)

4. Go to a strip club using a mask, met the hottest stirper of the club, donate fifty hundred thousand to his sister with cancer.

5. Be a striper (they don’t will resist)

6. Be a secret agent, do crossdressing (Unique isn’t spelled with the Y)

7. Notice that your roommate is a vampire, invade a hospital and teach him how to eat a hamburger.

8. Go make a tattoo, he will be there.

9. Flirt with a guy in the bar, ask for his number, notice that is not his number but his friend number and it was a prank, fall in love with the friend.

10. Have insomnia, fall sleep in a random guy in a party, fall in love with this guy.

11. Go with your lesbian friend to a sex shop, met the hot attendant, ask him to give you math lessons.

12. Kill his friends, transform him in a vampire, run away with him. (warning: this can end with one of you killing yourself)

13. Go back drunk of a Halloween party in a vampire costume, make sex with him in your sofa.

rosegoldodie  asked:


when a person’s (baby) tooth falls out, grows back (as the adult tooth), falls out again, and grows back, it’s called a “shark tooth”

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