blush coat

i n k.

Originally posted by shirtlessthomas

chris evans x reader (smut)

warnings: smut, dirty talk, tattoo kink? NSFW GIF. 

prompt: small discussion of tattoos leads to smutty goodness.

a small yawn left your lips as your head rested on your boyfriends chest, the curtains were drawn closed leaving you in a dimly lit room, the only noise surrounding you was your breathing and the sound of his steady heartbeat by your ear. you and chris had been dating for two months but having time together or even alone was a rarity considering his line of work, not that you minded, you loved spending time with sebastian and anthony as well as visiting his parents. his mothers cooking was to die for and you couldn’t stop yourself from melting whenever you saw how they interacted, it was no secret that he was an absolute mammy’s boy.

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Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 5/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s):  Fluff & Angst

A/N: A scene is lowkey inspired by the perks of a wallflower in this chapter sksk enjoy you little cuties !! sorryforthewait

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 

Richie pulled over, smirking as he watched Eddie’s confusion grow.

“You stopped here?”

“Yep, now get out.” Richie hummed, before climbing out of the truck doorway- grabbing his keys and standing to his feet.

Eddie was confused, his head tilted as he climbed out and looked at his surroundings. What stood before him was a tall abandoned carpark building surrounded in intertwining railings, the strands of thin grass below standing tall and knee length to Eddie.

“This is an abandoned building.”

“Well done, captain K.” Richie spoke with sarcasm, hands in his pockets, “This is my hideout.”

Eddie stepped forward next to Richie, glancing at the wired railings that stood before them both. “So, how do you get into the hideout?”

Richie hummed yet again, walking along the side of the metal, his fingers trailing against each curve. His eyes fixated on a small gap that he used to climb through when he was younger. “I’m presuming you’re not a climber, right Eds?”

“I am not climbing that thing, no way.” Eddie folded his arms, “There should just be an entrance-”

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What’s My Name? (Tom Holland Smut)

Originally posted by tom-holla

request: “Hey I loved your Tom smut I was wondering if you would write something where the reader accidentally calls him Peter during sex and is super embarrassed but he’s kind of into it” (requested by anon)

short summary: ^^

length: 1.3k words (sorry it’s kinda shorter than i envisioned tbh :/)

warnings: none it’s p straightforward

A/N: i’m ngl i laughed as I was writing this like this whole concept just busts my chops lol enjoy (also i kept listening to what’s my name as i wrote this hah shoutout to rihanna my queen)


The time that you’d been spending with Tom in New York was everything you dreamed of and more. Having never been to the city before, it was quite the adventure and you were always happy to be with your boyfriend before one of you had to jet off for work or school.

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tight spaces.

Originally posted by esgaroths

steve x reader 

warnings: swearing, basically pure fucking smut, choking.

prompt: getting stuck in a closet with steve rogers and his tight pants while on a mission.

A/N: once again, this is just pure unedited smut so here you go. feel free to send in requests. :-)

“you better not fucking leave me!” you hissed, gripping steve by the arm and looking him dead in the eyes.

“i wasn’t leaving, i was just going to check if the coast is clear.” he grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“of course it’s not fucking clear, there’s hydra agents all over the fucking place, you dumb fuck!” your heart beat was erratic as you dug your nails into his arm, glaring at him.

“there’s no need for that!” steve announced, just to be shushed by you.

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truths & dares [r.t.]

Originally posted by itslosersclub


Pairing: Richie Tozier x reader

Summary: After dealing with Pennywise, the Losers’ Club decides to throw Beverly a farewell party, which ends in an embarrassing game of truth or dare.


You all sat in Bill’s basement, hunched over and lying down in ridiculous positions as you passed around popcorn and candy.

After the whole fiasco with Pennywise, you and the rest of the Losers had decided to face your fears, and had begun by cleaning out Bill’s basement. It was where Pennywise had appeared to him that rainy night.

Now clean and dry, the basement was bathed in a warm glow, the light emanating from the multiple lights strung across the room.

You were laying on top of a blanket, your head in Bill’s lap, and humming slightly as he absentmindedly ran his hands through your hair. Neither one of you noticed Richie sitting up straighter and shooting hurt little glances your way. 

You sighed softly, the feeling of Bill smoothing your hair lulling you to sleep. You were about to drift off when a loud yelp was heard, and you sat up straight. You looked over at Richie in concern, watching as his cheeks bloomed with red before he turned around and pinched Eddie, who also let out a loud squeal.

“You motherfucker! See what you did? You woke (Y/N) up!” Richie hissed, making sure only Eddie could hear him.

You glanced at Bill, exchanging quizzical looks before looking at Beverly, who raised her eyebrow and smirked at you before tilting her head towards Richie.

You felt your cheeks heat up as Beverly turned to Eddie, who was smiling so widely, you were sure his cheeks would get stuck that way. Your eyes met Eddie’s and you quickly looked away when he gave you the same look Beverly had.

“Why the fuck are you smiling like that dumbass?” Richie’s voice broke the silence. Eddie turned and faced the trashmouth, seemingly having a silent conversation before Richie’s eyes widened and he looked down, a bright red blush adorning his cheeks.

“Wow,” you laughed, laying your head back down on Bill’s lap. “I have never seen anyone get Richie to shut up that quickly. Congrats Eds.”

Richie’s head shot up in disbelief before he noticed the teasing smile on your face and he simply stared. 

Eddie nudged him, making Richie shake his head slightly before he frowned and turned to him once more. “Hey! How come you let her call you ‘Eds”?”

Eddie snorted before shooting you a smile. “Because she’s not an annoying asshole who does it to irritate me.”

Richie’s eyes widened and he lunged at Eddie, making him squeak as they tackled each other.

“Alright guys!” Mike clapped his hands. “We’re here to spend time with Beverly before she leaves. Not fight with each other.”

“Yeah!” Beverly exclaimed. “Now how about we do something fun?”

Uneasy glances were exchanged as you all noticed Bev’s sinister expression. Slowly, one by one, you all nodded, causing her face to light up with a wide grin.

“Great,” she clapped. “Who goes first?”


You hadn’t been playing longer than ten minutes and yet Mike had been dared to sing his guilty pleasure (P.Y.T. by Michael Jackson), Stan had to talk about his crush for three minutes (a girl who sat behind him in math), Bill had to repeat tongue twisters (a moderately harsh dare from Richie), and Ben had been dared to recite a poem to the group (which made Beverly blush as she listened).

You had only been picked once, by Eddie, and you had picked truth. Although he had glanced at Richie, causing you to panic, he had proceeded to ask if you were crushing on anyone. You had responded ‘yes’, throwing a quick glance at Richie as the rest of the Losers giggled and whispered to each other, causing your face to heat up and Richie to grow agitated as he asked who they were talking about.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later, when it was Bill’s turn to choose, when you realized that maybe playing had been a bad idea.


“So (Y/N), t-t-truth or d-d-dare?” Bill’s voice rang through the room.

You hummed slightly, leaning up on your elbows. Feeling slightly adventurous, you answered. “Dare.”

Bill hesitated slightly, trying to think of something before he sighed in frustration. You watched as Beverly leaned in and whispered something in his ear, causing Bill to laugh out loud before turning to you and speaking. “I d-d-dare you to p-p-pick the most a-a-attractive person in this ro-o-om and spend seven m-m-minutes in the closet w-w-w-with them.”

You felt your stomach flip as you slowly stood up, shooting both him and Beverly a harsh glare. Your were met with wide eyes and innocent smiles.

You walked over to the small closet next to the shelf and took a deep breath before turning around. “Well Tozier, would you care to join me?”

Richie, who had been glaring at Bill, looked over at you in shock. You bit your lip as his eyes widened, making him look like an owl due to the fact that they were magnified by his thick glasses.

“M-me?” Richie whispered. You nodded. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

“Go!” Eddie hissed, nudging Richie with his elbow and cackling as he stumbled to his feet.

Richie made his way over to you, fidgeting with the hem of his button-down as he mumbled under his breath as Bill & Bev stood and made their way over to you as well.

“Alright,” Bev began, a large smile on her face. “You’ll go in there and we’ll lock the door from the outside. Mike will keep time and once the seven minutes are up, we’ll let you out okay?”

You glanced at Richie before nodding quickly.

“A-a-alright. In you go,” Bill stated, pushing you both in and locking the door.


You sighed as you stood in the darkness, placing your hands on the wall behind you and sliding down until you were in a sitting position. You could feel Richie shifting around next to you before he copied your actions and slid down next to you.

You heard Richie snort and turned to look at him, your eyes scanning the outline of his face as they adjusted to the darkness.

“You know that those assholes are probably listening in on us right? They just want to know what the fuck is going on in here,” Richie whispered.

“I know,” you replied quietly.

Silence ensued for a few more seconds, your heart beating faster and harder as Richie scooted closer to you.

“So do you really think I’m the most attractive person here?” Richie broke the silence.

This time, it was you who snorted. “Careful Tozier, your ego is beginning to show.“

Richie barked out a slight laugh. “Well since we’re stuck in here and shit for the next few minutes, I have something I should tell you.”

You sat up straighter, turning to him and smiling as you noticed him fidgeting with his glasses.

“I think you’re really fucking pretty,” Richie whispered. Your heart froze.

“I’m pretty fucking sure that my heart beats faster than that motherfucking roadrunner when I’m around you and even though Eddie says that you like me, I find that hard to believe because you’re a great fucking person and I’m just the trashmouth who makes dumbass comments about Ed’s mom and-“

“Richie,” you cut him off. 

“Yeah?” he replied, looking up.

“Shut up,” you said, leaning in and pressing your lips against his.

It was barely a kiss. It was a soft and awkward and barely-there brush of the lips yet yo you and Richie, it seemed like the best thing in the world. You felt your heart begin to palpitate and you could hear Richie gasp as his breath hitched, one of his hands coming up to brush your cheek softly. 

You pulled away and looked at Richie, whose eyes were still closed with his mouth still slightly puckered. He looked beautiful, the soft light that was coming in through the bottom of the door surrounding him in a pale yellow halo.

He opened his eyes slowly, a goofy smile making its way across his face as he ran a hand through his hair. “You like me? You really like me back?”

You nodded shyly as he let out a delighted laugh. “This whole time I fucking thought that you liked Bill. I truly did. Why the fuck would you like me? But you do like me! Thank fuck for Bev’s dare.”

You chuckled slightly as Richie quieted down. “I would never like Bill. No offense to him, he’s great, but he’s like a brother to me. Besides, he likes Bev.”

Richie laughed breathlessly before quieting down.

“Can I- can I kiss you again?” he asked hesitantly.

“Of course,” you whispered back, your eyes fluttering shut as his hand brushed your hair back. He leaned in again, your lips meeting in a slightly less awkward kiss. Your hand had found its way into his hair, messing with his curls before you felt yourselves falling back as Mike opened the door. You collapsed onto the ground and pulled away from each other, a heavy blush coating both of your cheeks as you noticed all the Losers standing there with varying degrees of smug happiness displayed on their faces.

“I told you she liked you back Richie!” Eddie exclaimed.

“I’d say they definitely like each other, with the way they were sucking each other’s faces off,” Stan said nonchalantly, a knowing smirk on his face.

As the rest of the Losers broke out into laughter, you and Richie both groaned.

Shut up Stanley!”


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limerence: clumsy → 1

pairing: zach dempsey / reader

genre: part one in a drabble series called ‘limerence’ about boyfriend!zach 

about: not only did you literally stumble into zach, but into his heart as well. 


Your first day at a brand new school couldn’t be going better. You had single-handedly managed to rip your brand new silk dress, lose your class schedule, and make 0 friends in a span of less than 4 hours. 

“What kind of shit is this?” You thought to yourself as you searched the sea of students in the crowded hall for a friendly face, finding none. You needed to ask someone to show you where the science hall was and help you open your locker, but no one seemed to want to give you the time of day. 

There was a tedious familiarity of standing alone in a crowded space, watching people pass you by and feeling like you were merely an object strategically placed to display teenage normalcy. 

The end of lunch was fast approaching and standing feeling sorry for yourself was getting old. With newfound determination you bobby pinned the strap of your dress back on, put the loose tendrils of your hair behind your ear, and murmured a soft, “you got this, kid,” under your breath. 

You had spotted a girl dressed in a vivid daffodil colored sundress and you made a beeline straight towards her. Consumed by your sudden sense of purpose and thoughts of how she looked like a beacon of light in the cold murky waters that was the student body, you hadn’t noticed a certain tall basketball player was about to cross your path. 

With a small gasp of surprise you butted straight into his side, swaying backwards and tripping over your feet. A small groan of defeat left your lips as a small ache developed on the bridge of your nose. 

“Hey are you okay?” 

His voice was like deep, rich, smooth chocolate and laced with such genuine concern that it almost seemed to quell the dull twinge of pain on your face. Wanting to see if such an alluring voice had an equally alluring face you looked up and damn it did. 

You could feel your eyes involuntarily widening and the once leisure pace of your beating heart turn rapid. You swept over the gorgeous expanse of his face, committing the slope of his nose and the smooth flesh of his pout to memory in case you never had another chance to be at such close proximity to him. 

“Not trying to be rude, but i’m pretty sure we lost this staring contest a long time ago.” His words brought you back to reality and an uncontrollable blush coated your cheeks, you were sure he could feel the burning heat of them. 

“Actually you lost, i’ve been staring for how long?” Is all you could muster, trying to mask your embarrassment with humor. The beautiful stranger let out a small chuckle, a sound so lovely it brought a smile to your face.

“So long I think you broke a record just now,” he responds playing along. “The dudes from guinness world records should be here any minute now.” 

You pretend to look around the halls in search for them. “Good. They’re not here yet, I still have time to prepare my acceptance speech.” You both laugh at your comment and you can’t help the bubbling giddiness you feel from the silly exchange of words with him. “You’re funny, whats your name?” 

“Y/n.”

“Nice. I’m Zach.” You had never thought a name could be this hot until now. Wanting to prolong your time with him, get your stupid locker open, and get to at least one class without being late you asked, “Well Zach, besides helping me break world records would you mind helping me with the glorious task of opening my locker and taking me to the science hall? You will be rewarded generously.” 

His coffee brown eyes look off into the distance, pretending to ponder over your offer. “Lead the way.”

Your lips turn up in a content smile, walking over to your locker with a spring in your step. “My combination is 0-8-24.” 

You watch as his lithe fingers spin over the lock, opening it on the first time with a satisfying click. “There you go.”

You try not to gape at how quickly and simply he opened it, you had stood there before for a good 10 minutes without any luck. “I swear I know how to open lockers, this one just didn’t like me.” 

He smiles amused at how adorably your eyebrows furrowed, expressing your distaste at the rusty blue locker. “Well now that this is opened, whats my reward?”

He takes a flirtatious tone, insinuating that he has a certain something in mind. 

“Well that depends, what do you want?” Your words come out breathy as he steps closer to you. He laughs lightly at the sudden change in your tone, the once ringing voice now soft-spoken. 

“A date,” he responds in an indifferent tone that is more suited to say just buying some stuff or gonna go out for a walk. You raise your eyebrow at his request, faking your cool composure. 

“Take me to the science hall and submit a one page essay about why I should and I might just consider it.” 


hello! this is the first time i’ve ever put one of my works out there and i’d really appreciate any feedback anyone has :-) 

Interrupted [1/3]

Pairing: Bucky x Steve || Bucky x Steve x Reader

Summary: You walk in on a private moment, forcing the three of you to have an awkward conversation.

Warnings: Language, M/M action, bondage, female masturbation, oral sex (m/r and f/r), threesome.

A/N: This is a re-post. Originally written as my entry for this writing challenge and posted on my other blog. 

My prompt was “Okay…but seriously what the hell is going on?”, which I have put in bold somewhere in the story. Enjoy!

[1] [2] [3] || My Masterlist

Originally posted by bbyavengers

Ms Y/L/N?”

“Yes, FRIDAY?” you reply, setting the book you’d been reading down on your bedside table.

“Boss is requesting your presence in his lab. Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes have returned from their mission,”.

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5 Ways To Say I Love You || Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by rapnamu

Word Count: 3.1k

Genre: Fluff


1.

It was the first week you had been dating Namjoon and you were enjoying it. He had asked you out a week prior and it was one of the happiest moments of your entire life. Without a second thought you had happily agreed, saying you wouldn’t want anything else, and you had never seen a bigger smile on his face then in that moment.

Namjoon had asked you if you wanted to spend the say with him and you had agreed, the idea of spending time with your new boyfriend sounding more entertaining than anything else you had planned for the day. So there you were, walking along the river side, the sun having just set in the distance and darkness surrounding you and Namjoon.

The stars were making an appearance in the sky and you couldn’t help it as you let a small yawn, stretching your arms up and into the air. You swore if you had stood on your tip toes you would have been able to grab a cloud and feel the fluff against your finger tips. It was a beautiful sight as the stars glinted off the water and reflected back into your eyes, and you listened gently as Namjoon continued to talk about something that happened to him a couple of days ago.

It was one of the most peaceful moments you had ever experienced, being here with somebody you cared so much about and being able to spend time together. You took a deep breath, turning to look at Namjoon and smiling as you nodded along to what he was saying. As the two of you continued walking, you found yourself getting more and more drowsy, the day finally catching up with you.

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if i stay

word: 11k
summary: Y/N and Peter have been dating since Freshmen year but when Peter moves to the Avengers and ends their relationship, will he try and recreate their unforgotten romance when she’s in the hospital?
an: hold on boys and girls, this is about to be a rollercoaster.
masterlist


10:19am

Y/N had been sitting in her kitchen, rock music blaring from the speaks while her mother, Samantha, cooked them eggs and made coffee; her father, Christopher, sipped on the beverage in his mug, glasses down the bridge of his nose while looking over an essay that he hadn’t graded yet. Y/N continued to write the musical symbols on her sheets of paper, ready to get her hands on her piano once again. Or even her cello which was sitting in her bedroom, waiting for her. For her fingers to be pressed up against the strings, opposite hand holding the bow, which would help make the beautiful sound evident. She was ready to do it again, ready to leave everything on the stage or in the classroom.

“Here you go,” her mother spoke when she put a white mug filled with black coffee in front of her, the words pulling her half way from her thoughts which had been filling up with the first time she had played a cello.

She had been in second grade in the early fall of two thousand and eight, the school was having each student find an interment to learn for that year, whether it was the recorder or a guitar. Y/N had been biting her lip, not finding an interesting interment. Everyone was going towards guitars and any wind instruments they could get their hands one, but the string instrument that looked to be bigger than her was standing in a cubby, a bow behind it. Y/N made her way to it, losing her parents on the way. Y/N stuck out her finger and plucked the string, a wide smile spreading across her face when she heard the deep sound of the thickest string. Y/N turned back to find her parents, the two adults guiding one another past the children and to their only daughter.

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BTS Reaction - You wearing their clothes

This sucks sorry :)

Seokjin [Jin] -

Jin smiled slightly once you walked into the kitchen where he sat while wearing his loose fitting top. Being the eldest he’d be the least shy about it but would make small comments about how cute you looked and would chuckle at your flustered face before stating,

“You should wear my clothes more often.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi [Suga] -

Yoongi tried not to show the red hue that was creeping its way up onto his pale cheeks but nothing could hide the small smile playing at his lips as you emerged from your bedroom with his black top on, showing off your bare legs. His heart beat sped up once you turned to him with messy hair and dazed eyes asking him what was wrong. Yoongi looked down shyly after being caught staring at you and would reply,

“It’s nothing, you just look so beautiful.”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Hoseok [J-Hope] -

A huge smile broke out onto Hoseok’s face when he saw you wearing his t-shirt with only your panties peaking out underneath. He’d tease you relentlessly, laughing as you became shy and tried to pull the shirt down longer. Hoseok would love having you wear his clothes and would most probably leave his clothes out purposely in the future to see you wear them.

“Why don’t you wear this one baby?”

Originally posted by parkjmzl

Namjoon [Rap Monster] -

Namjoon hadn’t expected you to walk out of your shared bedroom only wearing his t-shirt so when you did he almost fell out of his chair. He wouldn’t question as to why you decided to wear what you did, he’d just enjoy the moment while it lasted. Namjoon would be very possessive in your relationship so he’d be delighted seeing you wear something he owned and would show it proudly.

“I like it. You should do this more often.”

Originally posted by mn-yg

Jimin -

Jimin would become really shy once you stepped out in his long jumper and he felt his face become as pink as his hair. He couldn’t stop giggling around you and would constantly call you cute before pulling you into bear hugs. Jimin would love having you wearing his clothes and wouldn’t leave you be, insisting that you wear his clothes from them on.

“How much cuter can you get?!”

Originally posted by minblush

Taehyung [V] -

Taehyung always loved the idea of you wearing his clothes but his hopes were short-lived as you deemed it unnecessary and cheesy. But one morning after a long night of naughty activities Taehyung was shocked to see you walk down the stairs with his large jumper hanging loosely off your figure. He’d smile fondly up at you from his spot on the sofa before sortly saying,

“You never fail to surprise me babygirl.”

Originally posted by piedpiper405

Jungkook -

Jungkook looked at you wide eyed with a blush coating his cheeks as he stared you down. He never thought you would look as adorable as you did while wearing his large hoodie but as he watched you struggle with the long sleeves he couldn’t help but get a little flustered. Jungkook would become really nervous around you when you wore his clothes, overwhelmed by your cuteness.

“Y-You look very cute jagiya.”

Originally posted by jkguks

Friends? (Stiles Stilinski imagine)

Summary: You are in love with your best friend and maybe - just maybe - he feels the same way.

Based off the prompt: “Wait, no, don’t take off my hoodie. I love the way it looks on you.” from this prompt list.

Warnings: one minor curse word and fluff that might make your heart explode. (I’m serious, this is extremely cheesy).

Word Count: 3.6k 

A/N: I love love, and I think it shows. The question on everyone’s lips: will I ever stop writing the best-friends-turned-lovers trope? To that there is only one answer - no. I love it too much. As always, I hope you enjoy reading!

Originally posted by butiflewtoohigh

“I was right,” Stiles announced, a smug expression glued to his face. Adamantly, you shook your head, rubbing the tops of your arms as you attempted a grimace.

“I’m fine.” To prove your point, you held your arms out. A rush of cold air instantly attached to your exposed skin, and you had to hold back a shiver. “I can handle this, Stiles.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, obviously doubting your words. “Let’s carry on then - unless you’d like to admit defeat.”

“I’ll never give you that satisfaction.” Slinging your hand around your best friend’s arm, you pulled him down the crowded street.

It was Scott’s birthday in a few weeks, so you’d decided to drag Stiles along on your quest to find the perfect gift. The three of you had been friends for years, but neither you nor Stiles could think of a present that Scott would like so it had seemed logical to team up.

When Stiles had shown up at your door, thick hoodie over his torso, you’d laughed - the sun had been out, a warm breeze filling the air. He’d replied with the prediction that it’d cloud over and go chilly and, sure enough, the weather had done exactly that.

“We should try a bookshop. Maybe they’ll have something on veterinary medicine,” you suggested. Stiles shrugged, allowing himself to be pulled around the shopping district.

You’d been surprised when he agreed to come with you - Stiles was never one who normally enjoyed the pleasures of recreational shopping - but you’d began to notice that he was making a conscious effort to spend more time with you. You’d initially put it down as him simply wanting to bond with you before you split off to go to college, but you were beginning to wonder if there was some type of ulterior motive at play.

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Marry Me || Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by toughchim

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Fluff


You could feel his leg shaking next to you and you couldn’t help it as your hand reached out and you gripped his thigh gently. His knee stopped bouncing immediately as he recognized your touch and he looked over to you. He must not have realized he was moving so much until you had stopped him.

The tension was thick in the vehicle and you knew he was nervous, but he was just going to have to get over it. He had promised you he would meet your parents and now here you were, dragging him into a country he knew nothing about so he could meet the two most important people in your life, besides him.

“I’m sorry.” Taehyung apologized quietly. You knew he was apologizing for being so nervous but you just laughed. There was no reason for him to be sorry and the fact he was made you laugh. It meant a lot to him, and he had made it very clear on the days leading up to it.

He had constantly been asking you questions about how to say certain things in your language that way he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of them. They had been basic things, like how to say hello and nice to meet you. He had asked a couple of things that had confused you but you had brushed it off, ignoring it at the time.

“You don’t have to apologize Tae, there’s nothing to be sorry about. They’re going to love you.” You promised. Despite how nervous he was, your parents were going to love him. They had heard all about him from you and they had already told you about how much they wanted to meet him and tell him.

“I just don’t want to mess up.” He replied. He wasn’t looking at you anymore as the words left his mouth and you couldn’t help but feel your heart clench more. Of course it meant a lot to Taehyung, but you didn’t understand why he was so nervous, it wasn’t like him.

Normally Taehyung would be bouncing in excitement at the thought of meeting the two people who created someone as amazing as you. Seeing him like this was abnormal and it made you worry. You weren’t sure if he was feeling well, but you let the thought pass as you rested your head on his shoulder and leaned back against the seat in the taxi.

Taehyung leaned back with you so your head wouldn’t move, and he turned his head to kiss your forehead gently. The action made a smile come to your face and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have someone like him. He was everything you could have ever hoped for, and he was exactly what you had been looking for.

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Bundle of Joy - Part One

Originally posted by yourlipbalm

Fandom: Marvel 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Parent!Reader 

Summery: While out for a morning run Bucky comes across the Reader who’s having trouble calming their baby girl and he comes to their rescue. 

Warnings: Attempted fluff and baby.



If there was one thing everyone knew about your baby girl it was that she wasn’t a baby to be put down, not even for a moment, not even when she was fast asleep. It’s not like anyone really wanted to put her down, though. There was no bonnier babe when she was being held. She’d gargle, smile and play the perfect ‘bundle of joy’ when in someone’s- anyone’s - arms. However, once that skin to skin warmth and subtle movement was gone she’d let out a horrific wail that made the neighbours come running - surely with a scream like that something had to be wrong. 

 It was rare when she’d start crying against your chest, wrapped up in the sling you had bought online merely two months after her birth, but there she was waving her tiny fists as you tried to soothe her on the park bench. She squirmed around in your arms like some large chubby eel as huge tears pooled in her eyes and rolled down her rosy cheeks.

“Hey,” You cooed, letting her take hold of your index finger. “Hey, it’s okay, baby. You’re okay.“ 

 Her large eyes opened at your calming voice, frantically looking up at your face as she continued her screeching. Leaning down you planted a kiss on her forehead and another on each of her cheeks, but nothing you did seemed to calm her. 

 "You’re okay.” You tried again.

Gritting your teeth, you looked out across the river as you rocked her in your arms, hoping that her tantrum would end soon so you could walk home without her carrying on in your arms. Perhaps when she was finished screaming she’d be tired enough to sleep and give you back the few hours of sleep she had robbed you of last night. You were sure you looked tired; with zombie-like reaction time and large raccoon-like bags under your slightly bloodshot eyes.

 "Hey, you alright?“ 

Jumping slightly, you turned around to face the man who had addressed you.

He saw the shock register on your face before you could hide it.

“Uh - yeah.” You said quickly, glancing down at you daughter in the hope that the presence of a good looking stranger would calm her. A small smile played on this strangers lips as you twisted around in you seat to properly face him, taking in his full appearance. He had long brown hair, which was thick and lustrous and gathered in an untidy bun, strands of it falling out and framing his perfectly chiseled jaw. His face was strong and defined, featured from granite. He also had dark brows, which were angled upwards in a kind, concerned expression. 

The stranger moved around the bench to stand in front of you, giving you a better view of his muscular body, which seemed to have been forced into a white tank (that must have been at least one size too small) and casual sweatpants. As your eyes gave him a once over, you couldn’t help but linger over his left arm. Where a usual arm of flesh and bone would normally be, there was instead a bionic arm that looked like it had come straight out of one of the sci fi films you had on your shelf back home.

“I’m Bucky,” He said, stepping forward and offering you his right hand to shake. “Bucky Barnes.“ 

Without moving from your seat, you rested your screaming babe in the nook of your left arm, gently releasing your finger from her grip and taking hold of Bucky’s outstretched hand, giving it a firm shake. 

 ”(Y/N).“ 

 Bucky flashed you a dazzling smile before his eyes dropped down to your daughter. 

“Hello sweetness.” He hummed. 

 She still hadn’t stopped crying, but her red face didn’t seem to put Bucky off at all. Quite the opposite, it seemed. The perfectly sculpted man before you moved to your side and waved at her, the metal of his arm reflecting the light of the sun and capturing your daughters attention and putting a sudden stop to her crying.

 "Can I?“ 

In complete shock at her sudden change of mood, you happy nodded in agreement and gently scooped her up and into Bucky’s arms as he took the seat next to you. She looked even smaller than she already was in his embrace. Her golden cheek was pressed up against his chest and her eyes followed the glint of his bionic arm, her hands reaching out from under her blanket to touch it.

Bucky gasped, a look for pure bliss coming across his face. “Hello, little one.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Aren’t you a doll.“ 

You weren’t listening to what he was saying - far to busy admiring the way the two of them were looking at one another. Bucky, with his eyes wide and his arms held securely around your child as if she could break as easily as a bubble, and your babe, completely mystified and as quiet as a mouse. 

"She likes you.” You smiled, meeting Bucky’s gaze as he looked over at you, his own smile widening. He looked as if he was about ready to cry. 

“I think she likes my arm more.” He laughed. At his words, your daughter looked up at his face and giggled. The sound was like bells compared to the nonstop wails from earlier. You and Bucky awed at the sight of her toothless grin and the way she gazed up at him with her big eyes as she squirmed around in his arms as to get even closer to him than she already was. 

 "I’m sure you have places to be, little one.“ Bucky cooed, tapping her on the nose. "I’d better leave you and your mommy to get on with your day." 

Still grinning from ear to ear, Bucky held your daughter out to you.

"Oh!” You exclaimed, breaking out of your little trance and taking her back from him. 

 Once she was happily wrapped up in the sling across your chest, you and Bucky both got up from the park bench and awkwardly exchanged goodbyes. 

“D - do you often walk around here?” Asked Bucky. “I’d love to bump into you again." 

You smiled up at him and felt your heart flutter.

"Yeah, actually.” You said, your hand reaching up to gingerly massage your shoulder. “See you around?" 

Bucky smiled shyly. "See you around.”

And with that he was off, jogging down the sidewalk and out of sight. Your entire body tingled as you watched him leave, and a deep blush coated your cheeks. 

Here’s hoping you’d see him again.

Part Two

those two little words

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Prompt: “45!! with Tom Holland :)” #45 off of this prompt list is “Make me.”

Requested by: Anonymous 

Warnings: nothing really, kissing (?)

Word count: 2,493

Notes: Guys! I have a bunch of requests sent in, but it’ll take a while for me to get to them! So if you want to find it once it’s posted I recommend not sending it on anon! Also, it really helps if you specify what character you want the fic written about! Thanks!!

(Y/c/n) = Your character’s name.

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Aristocrat!AU {Wonho & Shownu}

find the bangtan version of this au (here) 

Wonho 

  • is heir to the royal throne, but has honest to god no clue how to rule a country - let alone dabble in political affairs
  • but hey, no one seems to care because he looks like a prince.
  • always beautifully decked out in gold jewelry, golden bangles, golden earrings, golden crowns
  • and even when he shows up to a peace-treaty, wearing a silk shirt and jeans while the rest of the royal cabinet is in suits - it’s like who cares, he’s gorgeous, he can get away with it
  • and although wonho has everything he wants materially, a full furnished palace, a stable of horses, all the rich accessories in the world - he’s bored
  • and how can you blame him? having to sit through long conversations on topics no one ever bothered to teach him about
  • that is until you arrive - and flip everything upside down
  • you don’t,,,,come on your own free will
  • to be blunt: you were caught trying to steal from the royal famalies safe in the dead of the night and one of the night guards had caught you
  • you had managed to land a good couple of punches in though, the guard was as purple as grapes when he hauled you into the royal ballroom
  • and although the king and queen were seriously discussing what to do with you
  • wonho,,,,,,,,,,,was mesmerized
  • no one had ever looked that beautiful to him, sure he had been introduced to other royals
  • some of which were considered the most elegant, gorgeous, and rich people to grace the earth
  • but there you were - a small cut on your lip, disheveled hair, and eyes that showed no fear, no alliance, no,,,,,,,,,loyalty to anyone but yourself
  • and this,,,was intriguing 
  • you were put in a cell, for holding till the royals could decide a punishment. thievery meant jail time, but thievery of the crown,,,,well,,,,,,
  • wonho had found you, sitting against the stone wall picking at your nails - grumbling about how stupid you’d been
  • “who are you?”
  • the voice made your head snap and instantly you got up with  snarl - those guards hadn’t been mercifully with the way they’d dragged you across the floor so you were on high alert
  • but then you saw him,,,,the prince
  • standing there, in his golden jewels and finery
  • his smile, which you could tell was too innocent for his own good, made you relax just a bit
  • “a thief. weren’t you there when your parents threw me down here?”
  • your voice was still cold - he was the prince afterall, you didn’t trust him 
  • “well, i just want to know your name. calling you theif isn’t polite.”
  • you raised an eyebrow, you were in a cell - how was that polite? but you told him your name, and which town you’d been born in, sitting back against the stone wall
  • wonho studied you, you had the attitude of a thief for sure - but you weren’t at all frightened just more,,,,,,aware
  • you were brave, he could see it in your face and in the way you talked, not many people barked back at the prince
  • “you’re very,,,,,interesting.”
  • you didn’t know if it was a compliment or not, but you didn’t say anything because unless he was going to let you out-
  • “i have the keys to this cell.”
  • you heard them jingle as he pulled them from his pocket and you got up again
  • “what’s your price?”
  • you immediately tried to barter, but wonho only laughed
  • “no price, but if i let you out i want you to take me with you.”
  • your eyebrows knitted together and you pointed to yourself “with me? where?”
  • “on an adventure.”
  • “bu you’re a prince.”
  • you looked up at him and your statement seemed to cast a dark shadow on wonho’s face
  • in his dark eyes you could see a stir of insecurity, he was a strong and breathtakingly attractive man but this made him seem so much,,,,smaller
  • “you don’t want to be one, huh?” you asked quietly
  • wonho took in a breath and clutched the keys in his palm “no.”
  • you looked at him for a while, till his eyes met yours and it felt like some kind of magnetic force was pulling you toward him
  • maybe it was just the need to escape before the crown put you in jail for a long time
  • or maybe,,,,,,,you wanted to see where this could go,,,,with the prince
  • “fine. but before we leave, go pack up some valuables so we can try and make some quick money and leave this country.”
  • the prospect made wonho light up, and after rushing up the stairs he was back in a flash with a bag full of gold and diamonds
  • carefully, he opened the cell and you wanted to grab the bag and run - leave him and be on your solo journey again
  • but you couldn’t, instead you grabbed his hand
  • the warmth, the touch of someone else made your heart surge and wonho’s fingers tightened around yours
  • “are you sure?”
  • you whispered as you made it to the top of the stairs, looking at him following behind you
  • he smiled, “i want to do this with you.”
  • something like a blush coated your cheeks, but you turned so he wouldn’t see
  • and the next morning the headlines read: theif kidnaps the crowns most important jewel, the prince!

Shownu 

  • is a rich travelling merchant, whose known throughout the country by his beautiful face, stoic attitude, and all white stallion 
  • he’s the only person who is rumored to be able to get you anything you want, from any foreign land
  • jewels, fabric, books, musical instruments, art - all of it shownu has traded and sold
  • most people assume he has ties with bandits or smugglers, but shownu has never held a conversation with anyone long enough for anyone to truly know
  • the only person who knows close to anything about his past, is this old baker who he visits before going on a long trip
  • and the baker always packs shownu’s favorite lunch and hands it to him with a smile and a “you know your parents would be proud, hyunwoo.”
  • shownu internally shudders always at the mention of his real name, but he has too much respect for the old baker to show it.
  • instead he bows, and thanks him
  • and every time he comes around, there’s you - the bakers only child
  • that watches his horse while shownu is inside with your father
  • and although people have said the horse is only tame with shownu, otherwise it bucks and rears at others, the horse is calm with you
  • gently nuzzling your palm as you speak to it quietly
  • when you hear shownu’s footsteps, his tall figure appearing from the doorway, you shy back into the bakery from the back
  • shownu has known your father an you all your life, you’re almost the same age, yet you have never,,,, ,,,, let him look at you
  • hiding your face in your hands, bowing your head low, and disappearing when he came around
  • you were just too ashamed,,,,you had loved shownu,,,,hyunwoo,,,,since you were children
  • watching him from the window on the streets, always the biggest of the group, always protecting other kids who hurt themselves
  • and then, when he became a rich trader, you never saw him - except for the moments when he stopped by for the baker
  • you had been silly when you were young,,,,entertaining the idea of you and shownu falling love,,,,,even though you couldn’t even look him in his eyes
  • and a part of you still had that hope, but you hid it. you knew he would meet some beautiful maiden on his long trade paths, someone so much more than you - a baker’s daughter
  • but this time, as you hurried to the back door of the bakery, shownu’s voice echoed behind you
  • “i think newton wants you to say goodbye.”
  • newton, the name of shownu’s stallion, makes you stop in your tracks
  • you don’t want to turn around, look at shownu’s regal face - his rich clothes, silver necklace that you know belonged to his own father glittering around his neck, you didn’t want him to look at you
  • with a flour stained apron, a cheap band weaved by a family friend your only real treasure
  • “goodbye.” you mumbled and took another step, but shownu was waiting - you could feel it
  • so finally, after years of hiding, you turned around
  • and shownu was just as astonished as he believed he would be, seeing you 
  • seeing your whole face in the gleaming afternoon sun, the pleasing delicate features he’d dreamed about
  • your own unique beauty that made him feel as if he wasn’t looking at the shy little figure in the window anymore, but a real person. a real, radiant, angel
  • you thought his look meant he was disgusted and you turned so quickly that shownu felt the gust of window from the impact
  • but he only reached forward to stop you, a large hand grabbing your forearm
  • “please, let me see you ,,,,,,, again”
  • “why?”
  • shownu was not much of a talker, he could influence a conversation with just his mood
  • and he did so, waiting till you turned again
  • and shownu could admire you again, why had you hidden from him so long?
  • “it’s,,,,,,,,repuls-”
  • “you’re beautiful.”
  • the words felt like a shock, his hand still on you amplifying it to the core of your body
  • there had always been an assumption that you loved him, one-sided, secretly
  • but you didn’t know that shownu’s eyes would flash the streets of any town, any place, even far from this bakery in case he could see you
  • and when he picked up his lunch, he would wait briefly in silence with the old baker to see if you’d show yourself
  • but the baker would only sadly smile “one day, hyunwoo.”
  • and that one day was today, you and shownu frozen in time - looking at each other in the way soulmates do after finally being united
  • and the baker is not surprised to see you at his doorway, his only child, shownu behind you with the same expression as always
  • till he was down on his knees before the baker and asked “can i take them with me?”
  • you were nervous, traveling, but you didn’t want to be away from shownu anymore. this was your only chance to be with the person you’d loved since you were so oyung.
  • the baker laughed
  • “if they’ll go. and i know they will, as i knew this day would come.”
  • you watched shownu rise, look at you as he took his spot beside you
  • you told your father you loved him, that you would be back soon to help with the bakery, but he waved you off
  • “don’t come back unless you two are engaged!”
  • you turned the brightest red, as did shownu as your father continued to laugh. but he was speaking the truth, you knew it. shownu knew it
  • and as you rode off, sitting behind him with your arms around his midsection shownu somehow knew that coming back to this town - 
  • the two of you would,,,,,,,,,,,,well ill leave that to your imagination