cute little button nose

where the lines overlap (m)

Originally posted by kths

jimin x reader red strings of fate soulmates! au

8.8k words

rated m for dirty talk, creampie kink, idk i just wanted to write a jimin soulmate au but whoops my finger slipped?? :/

recommended music: where the lines overlap by paramore! it’s my favourite paramore song EVER :)

Summary: there’s an ancient Chinese folklore of the red strings of fate that connect one person to another. These two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, and the magical, invisible thread may tangle or stretch, but it will never sever. You’ve never believed in these mystical threads of fate like everyone else, but one day you suddenly gain the ability to see the threads connecting the people around you.

The door slams shut, jolting you out of your peaceful reverie. If it had been anyone else, you’d be beyond annoyed to be interrupted while doing your weekly readings, but not when it’s him. The person in question knocks gently on your door before peeking his head in, strands of his bleached dove gray hair spilling over into his eyes, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of him.

“Hey, I got dinner on the way back,” Jimin’s cheeks round out into a smile that reaches all the way to the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Every time he comes home he’s constantly sweaty and worn out, but it’s part and parcel of the life he chose as a dance major.

Tossing aside your notes, you follow him out into the small dining area of your shared apartment, still in your sweats. When he makes a move to sit at the table, you give him a playful swat on his chest.

“Shouldn’t you wash up first? If I’d known you were this gross, I wouldn’t have agreed to room with you two years ago,” you pretend to wrinkle your nose at his sweaty form, all while ignoring the way his shirt is moulded to his chest.

“Says the one still in her sweatpants. Looks like someone isn’t that hungry tonight,” Jimin smirks back, reaching across the table to grab the box of takeout that you were in the midst of opening. “I could totally do with those extra calories after Hoseok hyung cracked down on us today…”

“I’m just kidding Chim,” you hastily snatch back the takeout box just as he opens the lid of it, the delicious smell of hot noodles and fried pork slices wafting into the air. “Oh my god this smells so good, I’ve been starving all day!”

“Wait, Jinwoo didn’t come by? It’s your free day right? I thought he usually comes by to hang out in the afternoons,” Jimin pauses in his chewing to study your expression carefully, but you’re too busy inhaling mouthfuls of stir fried noodles.

“Jinwoo oppa said he was busy today,” you say around a mouthful of vegetables and noodles. “He has that huge midterm coming up next week, so I told him he should stay home and study.”

Jimin looks like he’s about to say something snide about your boyfriend of nearly 6 months, so you stuff a large piece of meat into his mouth instead.

“Yes I know, he was busy last week and the week before that too, but we’ve been dating for a while so we don’t need to see each other so often. We’re over that honeymoon stage already.” You say in a dismissive tone, focusing on chasing the remaining few strands of noodles around with your chopsticks and avoiding his gaze.

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Lock and Key (M)

*I am so tired*

Requests: Anon asked “Can you make like a dirty y/n imagine of Jimin please??” + @bangtanofarmys asked “ FUCK FUCK FUCK OMG FINALLY SOMEONE’S REQUEST IS OPEN. Ok I want to request a rough Jimin smut, with daddy kink and stuff BECAUSE IM SO TIRED OF BEING REQUESTED AND NOT REQUEST T-T “ you’re so cute wtf 

Word Count: 10.8k bc I don’t know when to stop

Another mundane day has come to pass, your best friend’s arm slung over your shoulders as you soak up the blinding sunrays on your skin. The sun pressed harsh kisses on your delicate skin, a definite burn accompanied by heavy sweating was just the peak of your day. You could barely remember the words of your professor, zoned out and ready to slump into your couch for two days.

Anthropology was fun when you still had your first year jitters, excited to be in university and getting a degree in something you loved. Now, a few weeks into your second year, you wished the years would just pass by.

Distracted by your internal monologue, you barely caught the bus on time, the driver ready to zoom through traffic and you waved your hand out wildly to catch his attention. You stumbled into a seat, the bus moving no less than a second after you got on.

Mindlessly watching the street signs while numerous people leaving and entering the bus, you get off at the stop near your house. You kick off your shoes, dropping your bag on the shoe rack and you heard a broken sob.

“Mom? Dad?” You went into the kitchen, followed by a set of sniffling before going into the living room. Your father held your mother in a consoling way, her hands clinging onto his red sweater. She grabbed a tissue and blew into it.

“Mom? Why are you crying? What happened?”

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Otabek Learns how to ‘Boop’

Yuri and Otabek are chilling domestically in the kitchen, Otabek is leaning against the counter with a cup of tea in his hand and is staring down at his blonde who is very animatedly telling a story of a time JJ fell in the parking lot. He is fixated on the blonde’s cute little button nose, and then.. 

 "So he’s literally on the ground and his coffee, like, every where" Yuri states when he turns to face Otabek again and suddenly a long finger is lightly pressed onto the tip of his nose. 

 There is silence, Yuri stares at Otabek, Otabek staring at his finger and Potya stares at the twos interaction. 

 Then suddenly a sound breaks the cold silence “boop” says Otabek.

Polaroids (G.D)

Summary: You and Grayson go on a random little adventure in the middle of nowhere in his hometown.

Word Count: 1,877

Warnings: None.

A/N: I should be sleeping, because I have to work tomorrow, but instead I’m looking at these pictures from their photo shoot with Bryant. I’m literally so IN LOVE with this photo shoot! But anyway, I felt inspired to write a cute little imagine. So enjoy guys ❤

for my baby @4odolans // @cassmoreiraxo because she loves sunflowers 💛🌻

Reader’s POV

“Gray, do you even know where you’re going?” I asked my boyfriend.  

Grayson and I are currently driving around New Jersey, and I have absolutely no idea where we were going. We were just hanging out at his parent’s new house, when he had this sudden urge to go on an adventure. I swear it’s literally almost impossible for him to just stay still.

“Just enjoy the ride baby girl.” Grayson says, resting his right hand on my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

We ended up driving on a long open road, with nothing but wide-open land on both side of us. We were passing train tracks, old buildings, farms, and every once in a while, we would see a few buffalos in one of the fields. Being the wannabe photographer that I am, I took advantage of the beautiful scenery. I let down the passenger window and started taking pictures with my new Polaroid camera that Grayson surprised me with a few days ago.  

Jersey was beautiful, I see why the boys love it here. Yes, LA’s nice, but there’s something about Jersey that just captivates you. We continue driving on the long open road, with Kid Cudi blasting through the speakers. I would take a few pictures of Grayson as he was singing and dancing along to the music.  

“I take it you like your new camera?” Grayson asked, turning the radio down a bit.

“I love it! Thanks babe!” I said, leaning over the console and giving him a peck on the cheek.  

I notice Grayson slowing down the car. He came to a complete stop, and parked the car on the side of an empty dirt road.

“Why are we stopping here?” I asked confused.

“You’ll see.” He said, as he unbuckled his seat belt. He grabbed his keys from the ignition before getting out of the truck.

I got out the truck, and followed behind Grayson as he started walking along the dirt path in front of us. We continued on the path for a bit, with me stopping every other second just to take a picture. As I was bending down taking pictures of some pretty flowers, I heard Grayson talking to himself, but I soon realized he was recording a Snapchat video.

“She literally stops and takes pictures of everything.” Grayson said laughing, as he was recording me.  

I playfully stuck out my tongue at him.

We made up this small hill, and the view was incredible. It was as if I was looking at a Vincent Van Gogh painting. I tried to take a picture, but Grayson grabbed my hand, and started running down the little hill, pulling him with him.  

“Grayson, slow down!” I said laughing at my boyfriend. It was cute how excited he gets whenever he’s outdoors.

We finally slowed down, and stopped in front of this huge sunflower patch.  

“Aren’t sunflowers your favorite type of flowers?” Grayson asked with a cute smirk plastered on his face.

He was right, they were my favorite flowers. I loved them!  

“Wait here.” Grayson said, then quickly disappeared into the patch of tall yellow sunflowers.

I did as I was told, and waited for Grayson outside the fence. After a few minutes, he appeared with a sunflower that was cut down to a little over half its original length in his hand. He walked back over towards me, and handed me the pretty bright flower.

“Aww babe, it’s so pretty!” I said, sniffing the flower.

“You’re pretty. ” He said,as he bent down, giving me a kiss on my forehead.

Grayson grabbed my hand once more, and we walked into the field. I was in awe at how tall the flowers were. I mean I’ve seen sunflowers before, but they were just normal size flowers at the store. These sunflowers on the other hand were huge. They were almost as tall as Grayson, but definitely taller than me.  

We got to the middle of the patch and of course, Grayson takes out his phone to snap a picture, but I didn’t mind. He puts his phone away, and entwined both his index fingers with both of mine, rested his forehead on mine. He started to lean in for a kiss, but I removed my fingers from his, and took a step back, causing him to pout.

“If you want a kiss, you have to find me.” I said, as I started running off into the sunflower field.

“Do you realize how short you are?” I heard Grayson say from the same spot I left him in.

“No kiss until you find me.” I sang, hiding a few feet away from him.

I looked between the stems on the sunflowers, and I could see Grayson trying to look for me. But he was going in the wrong direction, so I figured I’d help him a little.

“You’re cold.” I said. He turned around and started heading in my directions.


“Colder!” I laughed at my boyfriend struggling to find me.

“All I wanted was a kiss. But I guess you rather play hide and seek.” He said, walking back in my direction.

“Can you find me now?” I said, as I threw my arms high over my head.  

I figured I had tortured him enough, so I decided to help him out. Hopefully my short arms would reach over the top of the flower.  

I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I put my arms back down, and went to get my phone out of my back pocket. Opening up my phone, I saw that I had a notification from Instagram, so I went to the app to open it up.

( not my picture )

@GraysonDolan: “Lost my girlfriend in this here sunflower field. Can you guys find @YourInstagramName?”

I double tap on the photo, and looked in between the stems to see if I could see him, but he was no longer there. I was about to call out for him, when I felt two familiar strong arms wrap around my waist.  

“Found you.” Grayson whispered against my ear, making the little hairs on my back rise up.

“I believe I’m supposed to get my kiss now, right?” Grayson said, turning me around to face him.

Once I turned around, my eyes met with his hazel ones. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled his head down so our foreheads touched. He kissed tip of my nose, causing me to giggle a bit, and after a few seconds, his soft pink lips connected with mine, and I felt the butterflies in the pit of stomach. No matter how long we’ve been together, I still get butterflies every time we kissed.  

We pulled away, and Grayson took my hand in his walking us out of the sunflower patch. We continued on the same dirt path that led us in here, having random conversations, me taking pictures with my polaroid camera, and Grayson recording me on snapchat every time I do.

“Yo Bryant, you better watch out. You got some competition here.” He said, as he was recording me taking pictures of the sky.

Ever since I started dating Grayson, I don’t think there has been a day, were I haven’t been in the middle of the woods, somewhere. He was so in touch with nature, and the outdoors. Both him and Ethan. They both love to be out in the middle of nowhere. And I can see why. It’s so peaceful and relaxing whenever you’re away from everything and everyone.

We ended up walking through a small corn field, and there was a random ladder standing up against a tree. Being the wannabe photographer that I am, my amateur photography skills kicked in, and I decided to climb on the ladder and take an overview picture of the field. Grayson notice me removing the lens from my camera, and started to laugh.

“What?” I asked.

“I’m surprise that thing hasn’t ran out of film yet!” Grayson said, shaking his head. I rolled my eyes at him playfully, and asked him to hold the ladder as I climbed on.

I got onto the 7th step of the ladder, and asked Grayson to hand me my Polaroid camera. As I reached for it, I couldn’t help but admire how good my boyfriend looked from this view. The sunlight hit his tanned skin perfectly. His muscles showed through his white t-shirt as he was holding the ladder up. He looked so good. Everything from his define jawline, to his cute little button nose, even the mole on his chin. My boyfriend was literally a masterpiece.  

“Are you going to take your picture babe?” He asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.

“The corn field suddenly isn’t that interesting.” I said, as I held the camera up and started taking pictures of Grayson.  

“What are you doing?” He asked smiling.

“Do you have any idea how good you look right now?”

“Way better than a crusty corn field!” I said causing him to laugh.

I took a few shots of him while he was laughing, and he told to stop.  

Yeah, how about no.  

“Take one hand off the ladder, and put it down.” I said, trying to tell Grayson how to pose.

“Baby, I think you got enough pictures today. Plus, the sun is in my eye.” He tried to get himself out of taking more pictures, but it didn’t work.

“Do you talk back to Bryant when he shoots you?” I asked, causing him to roll his eyes playfully.

He did as I said, and removed one hand from the ladder, and kept it back at his side. He kept shutting on eye because of the sun, but it didn’t matter because the picture still came out perfect.

“Thanks for being my model.” I said getting on my tippy toes and giving Grayson a kiss on the cheek.  

“Might have to let you do our photo shoots from now on.” Grayson said laughing, as he was looking at the polaroids.

The sun started to set in the horizon, as we were in the car heading back to the house. I’ve seen sunsets before, but they’re nothing compared to this one. I turned around to reach in the back for my polaroid camera, then turned back towards the windshield. I went to take a picture, but my camera made a hissing sound.

“You ran out of film didn’t you?” Grayson asked as he was laughing in the driver seat.

I nodded my head, and put my camera back in the backseat. I felt Grayson’s hand tracing small circles on the inside of my palm, before grabbing it, and locking his fingers with mine.

“We can get you some more tomorrow, before we go.” He said.

“Where are we going tomorrow?” I asked curious.

“You’ll see.”  

Future Kids- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by tjgoalshie

Ok so this is kinda short but cute and fluffy. Andre needs children. Stat. Ok so I got not much else! Enjoy!

Warning: None

Anon Request: would you mind eventually doing one where you like help babysit a friends kids with andre b and you both love seeing each other playing with kids so then you have “the talk” when you get home of having kids, how many, names, what theyll look like, idk something like that? thanks for writing for all of us! and thanks for writing so many with andre! :)


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Cute Pet Names For Littles and Caregivers

Little Girls:
Bubble butt
Button Nose
Little Mouse
Baby Boo
Miss Pouty Lips (For a pouty little)
Cutie Patootie
Goldly Locks (for blonde littles)
Pillow Princess
Baby Cakes
Sugar Lips
Sleeping Beauty

Little Boys:
Lil King
Lil Buck
Lil Bear
Baby Boy
Lil Man
Paci Prince
Lil Knight
Cookie Monster

Trans/Gender Fluid/Nonbianry/ect Littles:
Little One
Sweet Thing
Pretty Baby
Cuddle Bug
Lil Bit
Boo Bear
Cutie Patootie with the pretty lil Booty
Precious One
Lil Pepper (for firey tempered littles)

Daddy Doms:
Papa Bear
Tickle Monster
Butt Head

Mommy Doms:
Big Mama
Mama Bear

Trans/Gender Fluid/Nonbianry/ect Caregivers:


Jealousy // Thomas

Fandom: The Maze Runner
Pairing: Thomas x reader
Word count: 2,177
Warnings: Slight angst, mostly fluff, sassy Minho
Request from @ryleigh-jae: “Hey there! I was curious if you could do a Thomas x Reader where the reader is jealous of Teresa, but Thomas assures her that he doesn’t love Teresa.”

A/N: Hi! Sorry if this turned out to be a little more on the angsty and dramatic side, but I guess those are the repercussions to binge-watching season 12 of Supernatural over the course of two days. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

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Puppy Love (Liam Dunbar Imagine)

Summary: You come across a puppy on your front porch and you just had to have it. When Liam finds you all snuggled against a puppy he immediately gets jealous. 

Pairing: Liam X Reader 

Fandom: Teen Wolf 

Season: 4 

Originally posted by shakespearedidnothavecumsh0ts

Originally posted by swagnwag-blog-blog


You sit in your lounge room/living room, reading your favourite/favorite book. You flick the page over as you continue on reading. 

You then start hearing scratching noises at your front door. You look up with a confused look in your eyes, but you think it’s nothing and carried on reading. But then you hear the scratching noise again, you sigh as you fold the page that you’re up to and closed your book. 

You get up as you put your slippers on as you reach to your front door. You open the door to see nothing. You then started to feel something against your leg, you then look down to face a puppy.

It was fluffy with beautiful pure white fur, a cute little black button nose, with adorable big eyes. The size is very small, like teacup size. You smile as you lean down to face the puppy. “Naw, how cute.” You say with your heart beamed in delight. You picked up the puppy as you went back inside. You sit down with the puppy next to you as you snuggled with it. 

Then the sound of a knock on the door disturbed you. You place the puppy next to you as you get up and went to open the door. You turned the door nob as you open the door to face your boyfriend Liam Dunbar. A small smile reaches to your lips. 

“Hey Liam.” You greet him with a large smile. Liam smiles at you.

“Hey Y/N.” Liam says with a smile. You open the door wider to let him in as he walks in you close the door. You walk up to Liam and hold his hands. “Are you okay?” He asked you as you couldn’t stop smiling.

“No, I got a surprise! And hopefully you’re going to love it?” You say as Liam smiles. You grab his hands and drag him to your lounge/living room. “I want you to stay right there.” You say as you went to your lounge/couch to grab your puppy. You walk towards Liam as you show him the puppy. “Surprise! Look how cute it is!” You exclaim as joy rushes to your face. 

“It’s a dog.” Liam says as he folds his arms above his chest in annoyance. You look over towards him with confusion reaching to you. 

“Yeah, I found it outside my house today.” You say happily as you tickle the puppy’s belly. They puppy makes an adorable noise that makes you smile and your heart melt. “Naw! Liam did you hear that?” You ask as Liam frowns.

“Yeah I heard it.” He mumbles angrily as he rolls his eyes. You turn to face him and give him the puppy, you place it in his hands as you smile. 

“I’m going to get it some food. Can you look after it for me please?” You ask as you kiss him on his cheek as you rush to the kitchen. 

Liam stares at the direction you went as he looks at the puppy in his hands that you placed. He gives the puppy a dirty look as the puppy pulls his puppy dog eyes at him. But Liam didn’t buy it one bit.

“I know what you’re planning mut!” Liam says angrily as if he’s threatening the puppy. But the puppy licked his hands. Immediately Liam pulls his hand away from the puppy’s tongue as he flicks his hand. “I’m not falling for your plan!” Liam says as he goes and sits down on your lounge/couch. 

Liam places the puppy next to him. He avoids the puppy as he puts television on. The puppy looks over at Liam with its big puppy dog eyes. The puppy then walks over towards Liam as it starts climbing on his legs. Liam pushes the pup away as the pup then continues to go to Liam’s lap, but Liam kept pushing the pup away. Liam finally picks up the pup in annoyance as he looks at it with anger.

“Seriously, what are you trying to prove?” Liam says angrily. The pup licks Liam’s finger as it hugs his finger, it looks like the puppy is smiling almost. Liam’s heart melted at that moment as he tries to stay angry but he immediately failed as he smiles. “Fine you win! Don’t tell Y/N, but I might steal you.” Liam whispers as the puppy licks his fingers. Liam places the puppy back into his lap as the puppy lays down. 

“NAW! THAT”S SO CUTE! See I knew you two would get along.” You say as you put a bowl of food down for the puppy. You walk towards Liam as you sit next to him. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and kisses your cheek. You and Liam then started to watch TV. 

A Few Hours Later:


Liam had took the puppy back to his house. 


It’s early morning
and she takes her first breath of life.
Oh, look at how beautiful,
she doesn’t even have hair
but she looks just like her father.
Look at the rosiness of her cheeks,
always loved the feel of soft baby skin.
Her nose is as cute as a little button
and her lips fall into a pout.
Her skin is a soft shade of brown,
fingers so tiny and stout
She’s covered in blood,
kicking and screaming,
but she’s as beautiful they come.

She’s crying too loud
and she’s itching,
she’s kicking,
she’s clawing at her face.
She’s in pain,
in pain,
all because you couldn’t break the habit.
She’s a baby,
just a baby
and she’s an addict.
She’s a little baby,
and heavily medicated.
The withdrawals are too much,
too much for her small body to handle,
look what you’ve done.
You’ve turned something so innocent,
into a mess.
Are you proud of yourself yet?

You can’t even look at her,
how dare you shy away?
She’s your child,
why are you so afraid?
She lived with you nine months,
you carried her around
and now you can’t even look her in the face.
You tell them to take her away,
take her away
and you’re going home,
you’re going home,
never to think of her again.
To send the angel that left your insides away,
you’re not even going to comfort her
or apologize.
Because you’re shameful,
it’s something you can’t hide.
So why don’t you love her?
Love her for just a little while,
hold on
and you can’t protect her
because you’re going your separate ways.

Do you deserve the title of a mother
when you’re such a disgrace?

—  DETOX, creator series pt. 1
I Love To Hate You. - Chapter One.

Originally posted by suagarymint

Anon- Hello, I hope you all enjoyed the intro chapter, sorry this is a late upload. But i do hope you’ll enjoy this too. As always, the chapters are linked in the chapter list. Thanks again for the support <3

Over View: What happens when two people detest each other, but the pull between them is stronger than the tides, and they can’t stay away? Is there more between the constant cussing and fighting? Or is it purely the love of having someone to hate so passionately? After all, doesn’t everyone need an enemy?

Warnings: Cussing (in previous and future chapters, more cussing, major angst, smut)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2236

Chapter List:

Intro Chapter.               Chapter one.            Chapter two (In process).

You were sat in the bar with a couple of your friends, as other party guests filtered in through the doors and said their greetings. You weren’t too sure exactly who, or how many were on the list; all you were interested in was seeing the birthday girl. She had been your closest friend for a number of years, and you’d not seen each other in a few weeks due to work commitments, but you’d never miss her birthday.

You scanned those entering the building for her face, when your eyes locked with some guys.

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milkshake-monster  asked:

I don't have any cool, creative prompt ideas, but any kind of Boyf Riends fluff with maybe cuddling or body praise or something would be appreciated?? They need some love

(thank you so much for leaving the prompt!! I love body praise, and I had a blast writing this! I did include some body insecurities from Michael, since it wasn’t necessarily stated by the plot, but I thought it was implied - please be aware if this is a sensitive topic for you! There’s also the tiniest mention ever of self harm scars, but it’s almost unnoticeable! Otherwise, no triggers in this one whatsoever except for those. Hope you enjoy!)

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Pretty Chubby

*A/N- Wonho from Monsta X had me a mess at 1 in the morning so here’s the result of that. Semi-smut. Plus size!reader, as usual. Enjoy!

“Hoseok do you think I’m ugly?” I heard her timid voice murmur from the other side of the couch, causing me to look away from the movie playing on the TV with a snort.

“Of course you are. You look like a toe.” I said, sarcastically. She leaned up onto her knees and punched me in the arm, causing me to giggle.

“No I’m serious! Do you think I’m ugly?” One look at her face had my heart crumbling, her brows furrowed in slight worry and a pout on her lips, causing me to immediately regret teasing her when I could have been comforting her quicker. I didn’t really think she was ugly.Her beautiful eyes and pretty pink lips with full cheeks made it borderline impossible for me to think she was. She was absolutely stunning.

“No. You have a very nice face.” I bit my lip, letting my eyes trace over her features. Pouty lips, a cute little button nose, bright eyes, causing what probably looked like a dazed smile to curl onto my lips. She sighed and looked down at her lap and played with her fingers while in thought.

“So… my body is ugly?” The question caught me off guard, mostly because I have never thought of it before. I didn’t really look at her that way.

“I haven’t really looked at it. Stand up.” She looked up from her lap with a look of panic, causing a small reassuring smile to settle on my lips. “It’s okay. I’m not going to be mean.” She nodded and climbed off the couch and settled her feet on the floor a few feet in front of me. I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my thighs and my head in my hands while furrowing my brows and examining her body head to toe. It quickly turned into something more, what started as examining had turned into me unabashedly checking her out, letting my eyes linger on her curves and tugging my bottom lip into my mouth. She was short and plump, with nice looking jiggly thighs and a well-defined waist complete with a chubby tummy. Her breasts filled out her shirt perfectly, everything about her was pretty proportional, despite her obvious chubbiness. I hummed in satisfaction, letting myself take her image in from top to bottom.She shifted in front of me nervously, causing me to dumbly shake my head, remembering that there was a reason for this “examination”, and it wasn’t just to make me as hard as I was.

"No. It’s great. You’re body is wonderful. Don’t worry so much.” I closed my eyes and shakily sighed while ruffling my fingers through my hair, willing the sexual thoughts to leave my brain. Now wasn’t the time to imagine her breasts bouncing while she rode me or her thighs tightening around my head when I was nestled in between them. Don’t think about her throwing her head back and groaning your name, her cheeks rosy with exertion and her eyes winced shut in pleasure. Fuck, thats a damn visual. Me nuzzling my head into her neck, panting heavily while thrusting into her, causing her tummy and thighs to jiggle. Fuck fuck fuck. I swallowed thickly and opened my eyes to find her looking at me curiously. I smiled bashfully and she smiled back, albeit a little nervously.

“How can I not worry when I don’t look perfect?” I let a small laugh past my lips, my brows rising slightly in surprise. I was hard as a rock in my pants; her body was obviously close enough to perfect, at least to me. She looked exactly the way she acted, and that was beautiful and amazing. She cared so much and was so gentle with the people she loved, with me. That was perfection. She was soft and good and everything I could ever desire.

"It reminds me of you and your personality. Gentle, soft, and…” I let my words trail off in thought, trying to think of a word to describe it. “Sweet. You look sweet.” She smiled shyly before sitting next to me cross-legged. I continued.

"Weight doesn’t matter, your health does and I know you’re healthy. You look amazing. Everything about you is soft and beautiful and fucking perfect.” I felt a soft blush rise on my cheeks and I looked away from her curious gaze in embarrassment.

"Thank you. It means a lot to me that you acknowledged it instead of ignoring it.” She tangled her fingers into my own and I rubbed at her knuckles in an attempt to soothe any of her other possible worries.

“No need to thank me. Thats what I’m here for. Now let’s get back to this movie.” I pulled a pillow on top of my lap to cover my erection and she quickly rested her head on it, causing me to comb through her hair on impulse. I waited with bated breath, almost certain she would be able to feel my hardness through the pillow. When she didn’t, at least she acted like she didn’t, I leaned against the back of the couch and sighed. I shouldn’t think of her like that. It’s wrong. She is my best friend, after all.

Meihem Movie Night (They Watch Mad Max)

“Movie night! Movie night! Oi, Roadie! Where the hell are the clean sheets! I know you said we had some!” Junkrat called, his voice muffled from where he was buried halfway inside a half-broken wardrobe. Both arms moved rapidly in an almost digging motion, throwing out bomb casings, spare traps, scrap metal bits, and other garbage into a growing pile on the floor behind him. A few moments later, and he emerged holding an armful of white cloth that was streaked with black and gray. “You said you were gonna clean them! These ain’t clean!”

The gargantuan junker didn’t look up from his book on the other side of the room, sitting on his special-made bench that was still starting to sag in the middle from the sheer weight of him. He had discarded his usual armor, and wore nothing but a pair of Pachimari! Say Hello! print pajama pants and some slippers that might have been white at some point in distant history. “They don’t stay clean if you put dirty things on top of them.”

“She can’t sleep on these!” Junkrat snapped, unfurling them and inspecting the grease and soot as though it suddenly bothered him, even as his own fingers left dirty prints on what remained of the white cloth. “I’ll go get some clean ones, love. They think I can’t get into that supply closet down the hall, but I know h-”

Mei held up both hands quickly. “It’s fine, honestly. I brought a clean blanket just in case, I can sleep on top of it.” She held up one of her many cozy flannel comforters, this one a dark blue print that she knew would be the easiest one to clean after withstanding a night in bed with Junkrat. Even after showering, the man just attracted grime to the point where she honestly thought of studying him as a scientific anomaly. Her own sheets had testified to that many times over now. “This will be just fine.”

“Sleepin’ on top of it? What if you get cold?” Junkrat looked unsure, scratching at the back of his singed scalp.

“Well…You’ll keep me warm, won’t you?”

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Abyssinia (prologue)

Abyssinia - 1930s American slang for the phrase “I’ll be seeing you.” 

Ginch/Ginchy - 1930s American slang for a woman who is sexually attractive, or just ‘sexy’. 

Summary: Bucky comforts a nervous Steve about their double date at the Stark Technologies show. Contains fluff to a certain degree, although Y/N is not present. Just cuteness and two friends comforting each other. 

A/N: This is a brief introduction to my new series, and a taster for my ‘new’ writing style. Don’t worry because of how short this is, part 1 will be significantly longer. 

“Bucky… I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”

Steve Rogers had a date tonight. Not just any date- a blind date. He had begrudgingly agreed to the date, with Bucky planning it for them both, even picking out the show they’d be watching. Something to do with modern technologies; Steve was told it’d be super exciting. Yet the only thing that seemed exciting about the show was that an enlisting office stood inside the venue.

He was staring at himself in the mirror, a graphic depiction of the word nervous. Steve’s shoulders had already slumped in defeat, accepting his impending rejection. The anxiety he felt loomed over him like an obnoxious rain cloud, and it was gathering strength with each staggering breath he took.

Bucky had noticed this of course, his heart strings twinging whenever Steve tried to blink back the obvious tears pooling on his waterline. The older boy clapped a hand on the younger’s shoulder, squeezing gently in affection.

“You’ll be fine, buddy.”

“What if she doesn’t like me, Buck?”

Steve turned to face his friend, his mouth naturally turned downwards.

“I’m me,” Steve whispered almost inaudibly. “Dolls normally go for people like- well, people like you.”

“Dolls don’t just go for the bigger guy ‘cos he’s got muscles, you know?” Bucky retaliated.

Steve’s eyes lit up slightly as he raised his face from the floor in interest. “They don’t?”

Bucky’s warm smile reflected upon Steve’s face, and both laughed quietly.

“Course they don’t. They like guys who are sensitive, and caring, and kind. None of those qualities relate to me. You think my looks get me anywhere? Most of the time pal- they don’t. I just charm the pants off them and hope for the best.”

Steve’s insides coiled. “But- but you’re handsome, and strong, and I’m the complete polar opposite of you!”

“I hope you ain’t going soft on me, Rogers.”

“No,” he grimaced. “I just dont think I deserve a dame when I obviously can’t look after her.” 

“Sometimes all someone needs is tenderness, yeah? Dolls need someone who can genuinely love them, and me, well I’m not exactly the commitment type-a guy now I’ve enrolled. You, on the other hand, are exactly the man for the girl I’ve picked out.”

Steve shrugged in reply, Bucky’s steady hand now falling to be tucked tightly inside his pocket. “All I’m sayin’ is, you gotta understand when to trust me. She’s a real ginch.” 

“I do trust you,” Steve counteracted, miserable. “I trust you more than I should.”

Bucky scanned Steve’s face carefully, and continued. “Like I was saying, she’s a dame. Cute little curls, button nose. She’s perfect for you.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve’s grin almost sparkled in the dim sunlight peeking through his blinds, a hopeful glance cast towards the chaos outside. His thoughts travelled out his window into the streets below, a melody of hope and wonder cascading along the bustling road. 

Bucky’s eye twitched in annoyance at Steve’s daydreaming, but he laughed heartily all the same. “Cmon my hopeful, soon to be soldier. Let’s go meet our girls.”

I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 39- A shock discovery

Originally posted by we-love-flandus

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Chapter 39 - A shock discovery

(Note:This chapter and the next few contain major fluff and upcoming ‘daddy negan’ ;) )

Was she seeing things?

Blake blinked once, then twice more…

As she glanced up at Negan, who was staring at her darkly from around the bookshelf.

He shot a her a questioning look…

…but Blake could only stare back at him….mouthing at the air for a small second, before turning back to the dark, and now, open vent…

…unable to believe what she was seeing…

For inside, crouched there, with a pink smock on, tiny giraffe leggings, and her short mousy brown hair tied up in a tuft on top of her head….was a teeny little girl.

She couldn’t have been more than two and half years old, and peered up at Blake with the roundest blue eyes, her face red and wet with tears, looking terrified.

What the hell?

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