does his love make your head spin

esmespontallia  asked:

I LOVEEEEEEEE your writing and I'm sooo excited that you're doing this! Please can you write me a Tom Holland headcanon about how he likes to kiss and how he feels about PDA? Thanks!!!!!

Word count: 397

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This is part of my Headcanon-athon. Feel free to request a headcanon about any of the Marvel characters and I’ll get right to it.

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Originally posted by dive-into-the-spidey-life

When in public, Tom likes to keep PDA on the down low. Your relationship had only recently been revealed to the public and so, it seemed that every pap in LA wanted to get a shot of the new “it-couple”. As long as they were respectful and kept their distance you didn’t mind too much but this flashy lifestyle wasn’t something you were use to and drawing more unwanted attention wasn’t yours or Tom’s aim.

Normally, his hand was either pressed softly into the small of your back or your hands were intertwined by your sides. But that wasn’t to say that sometimes his hand wouldn’t “accidentally” travel a bit too low causing you playful pinch his arm and tell him to pack it in. In defense, Tom would throw his arms up in surrender and splutter out that he had ‘no idea what you were talking about’ through a fit of laughter.

When you were with friends you were definitely more comfortable with PDA despite the fact they constantly joked that you should get a room and made puking noises at the smallest display of affection. His hand would rest on your thigh when he was in conversation and he liked to distract himself by playing with your hands. When he thought he’d gone too long without your touch he would run over and cheekily steal a kiss and if he was feeling extra affection he would drag you away for a quick make-out session.

In private, Tom would be a very handsy guy. He loved to give your bum an impromptu smack or even a quick squeeze if no-one was looking. He would often hug you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder as he watched you make breakfast in the morning. Just as you’d finished plating it up he would spin you round and pepper your face with kisses.

But a few simple kisses would never be good enough for Tom Holland because, boy, does he love making out.

The kiss would quickly intensify as he would get more enthusiastic. His hands would rest on your hips as he pulled you close and moved onto your neck. Though, for Tom, it would always end too quickly as you push him away and complain that breakfast was getting cold.

His kisses would be full of passion and sometimes a bit too much tongue.


A/N: Constructive criticism is appreciated! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

We know it’s alright

This was supposed to be something short (and by short I mean, only a few sentences initially) but as I was writing it, it went from being a few sentences short to this thing. So here you go! Anyways, hope you enjoy this!

PS: I am trying to get the ships done so that I can continue to work on the one-line sentence starters as well as the first batch of requests I received! Updates might be sparse later because I am not sure if I will be having any decent internet connection – so if you see me updating sporadically, it probably means I queued these posts.


Peter thinks this is probably the last place he should be looking at for comfort but right at that moment, he cannot deny it – you have always been his first thought. He knocks on your door, only a little bit worried that he might be imposing on you or disturbing your sleep (though he knows you rarely ever go to sleep early). But when the door swings open and you are looking fresher than he currently is, all Peter had to do is look at you with a sullen expression. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Oh, Peter. Come here,” You immediately pull him in to your apartment and wrap your arms around him. It takes Peter a while to respond – not that you minded the least because you know Peter still needs some time to cool himself – but when he does, Peter wounds his arms around your waist, tightly, tucking his head against the crook of your neck.

The two of you stand there for the longest time. Throughout the entire time, you continue to rub Peter’s back soothingly, kissing the top of his head affectionately multiple times and every single time you do so, Peter’s hold on you tightens so you simply hold him closer to you.

Peter breathes you in, reveling in your warmth and softness as you rub his back. Call him selfish but he desperately needed this level of comfort only you can give him right now. All he wants right at this moment is to just hold you and for you to hold him back.

Right at that instant, Peter thinks you are the most important thing there is in his life right now, mostly because you are what’s holding him together and grounded. Even when he felt like he had lost sight of what he had wanted and even when he had lost his way – you had been there for him.

Peter knows it had been inevitable – he has always thought he had liked Liz but the past few months, he had thought less of Liz but more of you. So really, it had been a slow realization but Peter knows better now, knows that he has loved you for a while too – it only became clear to him at this instant.

Being in your arms, being able to hear your steady heart beat and to feel the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe – he loves you. Peter still does not have the nerve to actually confess to you – saying those three words out loud scares him a lot. He cannot bear to lose you at all.

Peter feels your fingers gently carding through his hair and a moment later, your hand moves from his hair to cradle his jaw, tilting his face up towards you. The tenderness in your touch makes his head spin and Peter gives you a very small smile.

“Do you want to tell me what’s up?” You ask him softly, caressing his cheek and Peter shakes his head. He had already teared up in front of May earlier and he definitely does not want to tear up in front of you too.

“Alright, how about I make you some tea?” You unwrap your arm from him and makes a turn to head over to the kitchen when Peter simply holds you back, pulling you back in to his arms, surprising you slightly.

You wrap your arms around him nonetheless.

“Can we just stay like this for a while, Y/N?” Peter asks and he presses a kiss on your temple when he feels you nod. Maybe one of these days, he is going to tell you about his alter-ego and the problems he currently has but no, not tonight. Tonight, Peter just wants to have the comfort only you can give.

The Bowers Gang: Kisses

Request  i got like 3 anons asking for bowers boys kissing hc’s so here ye all go!

Pairing → Henry Bowers x Reader, Patrick Hockstetter x Reader, Vic Criss x Reader, Belch Huggins x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings  →  heated makeouts, friskyish


↳ HENRY

With Henry’s kisses- Well, what you see is what you get. He kisses you rough and hard and sloppy. Handsy all over. He likes to pin you against something, just to push the whole power/control thing. He prefers to initiate your kisses. You’d have to sit him down, and give him some bs excuse for him to let you take the reins, lest you shatter his fragile masculinity. Though if you trace light circles over his arms during, he’ll shudder and break out in goose bumps. Never in a million years will he admit to being partial to chaste kisses, just to his cheek and forehead. It reminds him of cheesy romcoms. He’ll instantly self-sabotage that super short-lived bliss and shove you away, scolding you.

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Forever changed.

Authors Note: Requested, I hope you all enjoy it. Quite enjoyed writing this piece. 

Harry Masterlist found HERE 


Post Break-Up Kiss:
The kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says I miss you, I’m sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.



Crying, screaming, and slamming doors— that is how the two of you ended on that winter night four months ago— five years of a relationship ceased in the blink of an eye, the two of you calling it quits while both of you were stained with crystal tears cascading down your cheeks. Neither of you knows the direct course for the breakup that night, but neither of you attempted to repair the broken mayhem you created, you both managed to break each other and maybe that is what the issue was?

You take a deep breath, standing outside the gold trim glass doors of a building getting ready to put yourself in the middle of what feels like a deadly crossfire. His sister’s pre-wedding party, something you were meant to attend with Harry, but today you both, so you assume, fly solo. You take in another deep breath, your head turning to peer over your shoulder, your eyes staring at the cab driver that is checking his phone. You want to step back down the granite steps and sit back in the cab and go home, but you know you can’t. 

You turn back and swallow your pride and apprehensive ways, your hand pressing to the gold handle that sends a shiver down your back from its coldness. You step inside and let out and let out another breath, your heart beating faster as your heels clap against the glossy tiles, your eyes darting around in an attempt to figure out which way you’re meant to go, up the ravishing double staircase? Down the hallway?

You bite your bottom lip watching as people pass you and go in their separate directions, none of them being of anyone you know.

Your eyes flicker towards the stairs and your heart surrenders and sinks in your chest, your body freezes and for a moment, you feel as though time is paralyzed with your body. There he is, walking down the staircase in the exemplary manner he always does. He’s wearing a button up white shirt with the sleeves rolled a quarter of the way up, his tie still sitting ideally around his neck, something you’re surprised to see, he usually despises wearing ties and tugs at them most the night, it is something you grew to find to be a turn on, when his fingers anxiously tug at the ends of his tie. His eyes meet yours and he gives you the same old smile that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

You give him a small smile back, the thumping in your chest making it known that you’re still breathing and that your heart’s still pounding, barely.

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Brilliant ~ Cedric Diggory imagine

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

-Scenario-

Oh okay I totally understand!! <3 I’m the Cedric anon! In that case could u write one where they’re together and they plan on getting married and having kids then? I’m sry I’m sooo domestic lol :P maybe something fluffy where they’re just looking up at the stars one night and talking about the future! </i>

-Warnings-

A whole lot of fluff!

~Brilliant~

“Babe, I don’t think this is a good idea,” you whispered, grabbing onto Cedric’s arm.

“Oh, come on, don’t be a scaredy cat,” Cedric teased, continuing to walk forward.

“I’m not a scaredy cat! I’m just saying… What if Filch comes out here or something?”

“Filch isn’t gonna come out here. You’re with me; I’ll keep you safe,” he said sweetly, putting his arm around you.

Cedric and you were heading out to the quidditch field, and since it was way after hours, you were worried you would get caught.

Finally, you reached the field. The two of you walked to the center of the field and laid down in the grass next to each other. You snuggled up into his arms and looked up at the stars.

“It’s beautiful,” you said softly, gazing up at the stars.

“Yeah, you are.”

You quickly turned your gaze to Cedric and saw that he was looking at you.

“Oh, you meant the stars. Yeah, they’re all right,” he said, looking up at them. You laughed and playfully slapped his chest.

You and Cedric have been together for 3 years, and have been friends for even longer; since your second year at Hogwarts.

He was one of the students chosen for the Triwizard Tournament, and you were scared to death.

The tasks were incredibly dangerous; for the second one, you were the treasure he had to save from the lake. You were worried something bad would happen to Cedric.

“Don’t die in this tournament thing, Ced,” you murmured, looking back up at the night sky.

“I’m not planning on it, love,” he paused. “I’ll tell you what I am planning on, though.” A smirk grew on his face.

“What?”

“Marrying you.”

A big smile grew on your face. “Really?”

“Mhm. We’re gonna get married and have a big wedding. You’re gonna look gorgeous like you always do, and I’m gonna tear up watching you come down the aisle,” Cedric said, making dramatic hand gestures that made you giggle. He then stood up and pulled you up with him.

“Our first dance, is gonna be so romantic,” he added, placing one arm around your waist, and holding out his other hand for you to take. You placed one arm around his neck while your free hand went in his.

“We’ll sway around like this for a bit,” you two began to slowly sway. “Then, I’ll spin you around a few times,” he then spun you. “And then, I’ll do this,” he spun you once more, dipped you, and planted a kiss on your lips, making you laugh. “And the crowd will go wild.”

“That does sound romantic,” you winked, resting your head on his chest.

“I know right?”

“And we’ll have kids, right?”

“Oh, definitely. We’re gonna have, like, 20 kids,”

You pulled away from his chest. “Okay, Ced, I love you and all, but I’m not birthing 20 children,” you stated, causing Cedric to laugh.

“I know, babe. I’m only joking with you,” he chuckled, pulling you back towards his chest.

“We’ll have two. A boy and a girl. Our daughter will be as beautiful and wonderful as her mother and our son will be just as charming and dashing as his father,” he jokingly made a superhero stance, getting another laugh from you.

Cedric lifted your chin up and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Our life is going to be brilliant, (Y/N). Absolutely brilliant.”

~THE END~
Thank you for requesting!

anonymous asked:

doyoung as a worker of a potion shop?

  • his potion shop has been in his family for YEARS but when his older brother decided he wanted to become a magical musician instead,,,,doyoung was put in charge
  • and tbh that wasn’t a problem, considering doyoung is a potion master,,,,so far as some believe he surpassed his own father,,,
  • he had learned every potion in the manual left behind by his great-great-great witch and wizard ancestors
  • and could recite the ingredients in his sleep (which he has, friend and costumer wizard taeyong can testify to that)
  • the shop, called ‘Kim Family Concoctions’, specializes in medicinal and cosmetic potions - meaning they sell everything from potions to fix broken bones and stop rashes from being contagious - to changing eye color and straightening hair
  • they aren’t legally allowed to supply potions that alter someone’s emotions, aka love potions but doyoung is sure there’s a black market where those are available. he may even know someone (cough yuta cough)
  • but doyoung has never really paid attention to those potions,,,,,his shop is to help the magical community - not meddle in one sided romance
  • until,,,,,of course,,,,you show up
  • technically, you’re the new delivery person for the owl adoption clinic across the street
  • so doyoung sees you through glimpses in the window, hanging cages off the front end of your broom, waiting for deliveries while reading a floating newspaper, avoiding eye contact with the creepy store owner of the cauldron shop at the end of the street
  • and curse his heart - he’s enchanted
  • you’ve caught his eyes every once and a while,,,,
  • you smile to yourself when he pretends he wasn’t looking and you ask one of the owls if you look cute
  • most of the time they just blink or turn their head the other way,,,but you just giggle because,,,,you think doyoung is cute too
  • and it’s you that makes doyoung,,,,,admittingly stupidly,,,,ask yuta what exact kind of love potion is he selling
  • when he does, the grin on yuta’s face can only be described as devilish
  • as he spins right out the front door of doyoung’s shop and shouts out your name
  • you’re waiting outside the clinic, but you hear yuta and go “what?”
  • “doyoung here wants to buy a love potion -be careful of him!”
  • doyoung, tripping over himself tries to put a spell on yuta, but bangs his knee against a display stand just in time for yuta to yell
  • you laugh, shaking your head
  • “he doesn’t need a love potion, i already like him!”
  • yuta’s eyebrows go up and doyoung freezes with his hand on his knee
  • “wait- what?”
  • yuta leans against the door so doyoung can shuffle through 
  • “did you say you like me?”
  • you look both ways before you cross the street
  • “yep, so if that love potions for someone else - tell me now.”
  • doyoung’s mouth opens,,,,but he’s speechless,,,,,,face just now turning red with the realization that you just basically confessed
  • “i,,,n-no,,,i wasn’t,,,g,,,going to b,,,buy the potion-”
  • you look over doyoungs shoulder at yuta and stick your tongue out
  • “good, you know nakamoto only sells frog juice and unicorn sprinkles in those bottles anyway. so, wanna go on a date after my shift?”
  • doyoung nods so fast you’re worried he might break his neck
  • but it makes your heart flutter to see his eyes wide and his eagerness show 
  • you tell him what time to meet you and turn to disappear into the clinic 
  • yuta groans, “they made me lose my sale - i was going to charge you so much for that love potion.”
  • doyoung rolls his eyes and walks past him
  • “they’re right yuta, all your potions are just frog juice and lies”
  • yuta pouts, crossing his arms “is that really what you’re going to say to me after i TOTALLY just scored you that date???” 
Bucky Barnes x Plus size reader Fingerpainting

Word Count: 2K+

Warnings: Cursing(as usaual, ya’ll know I gots a potty mouth from hell) and teetH ROTTING COTTON CANDY FLAVORED FLUFF. Daddy! Bucky has my whole heart.

Growing up, your household had been vibrant, drenched in color, music filling every nook and cranny. Your mother had been something of a free spirit; You’d been raised on Fleetwood Mac and Jimmi Hendrix, on dancing in circles and bubbling laughter. Now, as an adult you cherished those memories, they we’re such a big part of who you are. And as a mother yourself, you made sure the tradition had continued on.

Made sure your children grew up with that same magical wonder that you had.

It’s what Bucky had noticed about you first, that sparkle in your (y/c) eyes, the curiosity and mischievousness. Cat like, as he liked to refer to them. You we’re his little cat; playful and full of life. And yeah, you had a vicious set of claws, but mostly you liked to be stroked. Both figuratively and literally.

You had this way about you, one that was like sunshine. That bubbly laughter of your contagious, your dimpled smile blinding.

Falling completely fucking in love with you had been easy, natural. He instinctively sought your light and you were more then willing to share it with him, give it to him. Light him up from the inside in a way that made him get a little awestruck because he’d never thought that he’d ever find something like you. He’d accepted the frigidness that had consumed him and here you came, like an Indian summer. All plump curves and saccharine words and butterfly kisses.

And he assumed that it couldn’t get any better; to have a woman that truly deeply loved him. Despite everything… well, what could top that?

And then you’d gotten pregnant and proceeded to set his universe into technicolor chaos once more. He hadn’t even realized he could still have children, that that was still an option for him.

You gifted him with something he hadn’t even realize he’d been craving; his first child. A daughter.

Faye Rebecca Barnes.

Who had your eyes, same spark and everything. But his pretty little up turned nose and his thick, dark hair. She was a tiny hummingbird of a girl, as soon as she could walk she was off in all directions; and he followed close behind, like he always would. Where there was Faye’s chiming laughter, Bucky was close by. The bond that those two had…was something that you couldn’t even fathom sometimes. It was beautiful, to watch them. To know that you had helped to create something so pure.

…Two somethings so pure. Your stomach had never been flat; had always been plush and jiggly, but at the moment it strained out round and firmly, stretching your skin taught. Like some had stuck a basketball under your shirt.

They say pregnancy the second time around is easier. Fucking hah, who ever said that didn’t have a three year old darting around. But still- you tried to stay positive. Tried to focus more on the beautiful parts of pregnancy…even though the ugly, irritating ones came in spades. Oh, how you desperately fucking missed not having to pee every ten minutes.

Baby Barnes number two had made it a game to tap dance on your bladder.

It’s a stormy Wednesday afternoon, nothing particularly exciting or special going on: you’re sitting on the living room floor because its the only place you can seem o get comfortable with Faye, the large glass coffee table in front of you littered with oil pastes and colored pencils. Discarded papers blotches with swirls of color dispersed all over as the two of you drew idly. Bucky was laying on the couch behind you, the one that you lean against, reading the newspaper as Dumbo played on the flat screen in the background.

“Mommy what’s your favorite animal?” Faye inquires, not looking up from her paper and the long erratic strokes she’s making with a teal colored pencil. She was only three, and she’d seemed to inherit your “artistic nature” as Buck liked to call it.

“Seahorses…Or maybe flamingos. I cant decide” You scrunch your nose, focused on your own art. Sunsets and constellations stare back at you, you use your thumb to blend the smooth pastel colors into one hypnotic shade. “What’s yours, Honeybee?”

“Mermaids” Faye shrugs as though its obvious “I like pink elephants too”

From behind the newspaper, Bucky has a large grin on his face. Shaking his head a little at the two of you.

“Is that why we’ve been watching Dumbo on repeat?” He wonders, his gruff voice amused as he reads an article on ‘Stark Industries new Holliday Season Technology.’

“It’s my favorite” Faye nods. Favorite of the week, that is. Last week had been the Aristocats, the week before that Moana.

Bucky could literally sing “Your Welcome” from start to finish. Faye insisted her father be Maui for the upcoming Halloween because he had “pretty hair” just like him. You’d laughed HARD at that, but whispered to him that you wouldn’t mind seeing him only in a grass skirt, your tone had him grabbing at your plump ass.

“Really? It used to scare me a little bit. Especially the pink elephants on parade part. Super trippy if you ask me” You laugh, looking up from your page at your daughter. Her dark hair was pulled up into a messy knot on the top of her head,

“I like ‘em. I think they pretty” The three year old defends.

“It does make my head spin a little. I remember reading somethin’ about Walt Disney being all hopped up on dr-” Bucky stops himself, shooting Faye a look “-…Sugar, when he made a lot of these movies”

You laugh. It’s uncanny how similar it sounds to your daughters.

Bucky thinks that’s part of a reason the little girl has such a tight hold on his heart. Obviously, she was his child, and he would love her regardless of what she looked like. But the fact that she was a mini version of you was really what got him.

Faye laughed like sunshine too.

“Yeah I’ve heard that too! And it makes so much sense, this was a trip gone bad…or good I guess. Since you know, its a classic” You add.

“A trip to where, mommy?”

You snort and Bucky puts the paper down a little bit so that he can not only see your reaction, but your response. One of his eyebrows raise.

“Umm, to a place where only adults go. We’ll talk about it when your in college?” You test the waters. Even after years, this whole parenting thing was still touch and go to you.

You didn’t think you’d ever fully have it down.

Bucky’s little chortle from behind you makes you turn around and shoot him a glare to which his hand, the metal one, comes down and rubs your shoulder in apology; his cool fingers massaging the muscle near your neck in a way that had you leaning into him.

You still love the feeling of his hands on your skin, still makes goosebumps rise. You hope you never loose this feeing.

Faye, as usual, looses interest with what she’s doing before her movies even over.

“I’m bored” She whines dropping her pencil “I wanna go swing”

“No, Faye. It’s raining and you’ll not only get all muddy, but you’ll get sick” You try to explain to her the reason why your such a kill joy. Of course she doesn’t seem to hear any of it.

“Daddy?”

You breathe through your nose. Of course.

Bucky was what people call “the good parent”. What you said no to, she’d usually be able to convince her father into letting her do.

She really was manipulative for a three year old.

“Where do you think she gets that from?” Nat had taunted once, looking at you with laughing eyes and you’d shoved her shoulder.

“No baby, you’re moms right. You’ll get really sick and then you wont get to go play at Uncle Steves this weekend. And you’ve been so excited to see Noah” Bucky sides with you, trying to convince her with the promise of seeing her god brother, Steve and Sharon’s one year old son.

Faye huffs and pushes her paper away from her so hard that it, along with a few pastels, flies off the table. She then lets her head fall to the glass with a hard thunk, one that made Bucky wince.

“I’m so bored” She cries dramatically. You know how people talk about the terrible two’s? Yeah you we’re starting to think the troublesome threes were worse.

“Do you want to watch a different movie?”

“No”

“You could come help mama make lunch? Chicken fingers, you favorite?”

“No”

“We could go find Kit? I think she’s scared of the thunder, she’s probably under your bed-” Bucky offers, he knows how much Faye loves that cat.

“NO DADDY” Faye interrupts him with a snap.

“Faye Rebecca Barnes, you do not talk to any adults that way, much less your dad. You probably hurt his feelings” Your tone is not cutting, but authoritive . She knows better then that. She doesn’t look up but you hear her sniffle as she turns her head, facing away from you.

You purse your lips, before leaning your own head back, enough that it rests on Buckys thigh. Your eyes closed. Did you hate making her cry(even if you knew she was just faking?) Yes. But you also wanted to make sure she grew up to be a decent member of society that other people could stand. And that meant teaching her that she couldn’t snap to get her way.

Bucky knew that too…he also knew you had way more resolve then him. So instead of making it worse, he kept his mouth closed and let you handle it. Smart man, your husband.

…as the minutes ticked by, the silence a little overwhelming you realized that you too, were bored.

Making you empathize with your little one. Boredom, the death of creativity. It had always made you antsy, being idle. You feel Buck’s hand in your hair, the metal one, and you get a passing idea.

Remembering a time when your mother had let you and your siblings finger paint on her back…

“Hey, Faye” You call to her, and she mutters a small “What” without looking at you. She could pout with the best of them.

Something she’d inherited from both of you.

“Wanna do something fun?” Your voice is eager and it makes both Faye and Bucky give you almost identical looks.

“Like what?”

You just grin and manage to heft yourself off of the floor(with Bucky’s arm steadying you) and waddle out of the living room, towards your art closet.

“Where’s she goin?” Faye questions her father and he shrugs but sits up, anticipating your next move.

“I don’t know, but knowin’ your mother- it’ll be something messy” Bucky guesses as he looks down at Faye, taking a minute to bop her on her little bun. She beams up at him, grabbing at her hair.

“Hey!”

“Sorry pumpkin” He chuckles, before bopping her again. He’s ready for her when she launches herself into his lap.

“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings” Faye whispers against his scruffy cheek as he holds her.

“It’s okay” Bucky scratches her back lightly “I’m a big boy, I got over it”

“Okay, lets do this” You announce as you come back in the room and both of their heads turn to meet you. In your arms, resting on your stomach, is your plastic container full of washable paints and glitters. Body paint…

“Told you. Messy” Bucky tells Faye who squeals and makes grabby hands at you.

An hour later, you’ve managed to lay the news paper that Buck was reading out on the floor. Protecting your rugs from the splashes of paint. The three of you sit on the hardwood, Bucky has stripped off the hoodie he was wearing and now sits in just his white singlet, holding his metal arm steady and still as you Faye paint on the surface of it. Both of your fingers covered in multicolor paint as they swirl colors onto the sleek metal.

Faye draws purple clouds and orange seahorses(or at least she tries) and you work on an intricate, realistic looking array of wild flowers with a detailed sunflower in the middle of them.

He squirms a little as your fingers trace the edge where his steel shoulder meets warm flesh.

“Don’t move, daddy!” Faye barks at him and you giggle.

“Yeah, daddy” You stress the word, biting your lip and shooting him a devious little smirk that your daughter misses “Don’t move”

“It tickles!” He protests with an exasperated laugh, but stays still all the same. He cant tear his eyes off of you, so concentrated. Little specks of yellow paint smeared on your soft cheek, your belly swollen with his second baby. He reaches out with his flesh hand to rub at the bump tenderly.

You’d given him everything.

“I love you, sweets” He whispers, watching your short fingers delicately trace details into the flowers. You look up, breaking your concentration to smile at him.

“I love you too, Buck” You reach up and press a kiss to his stubbly jaw, then another to his chin. And finally laying a big one on his cheek.

When he feels another set, of smaller lips, press a quick peck to his other cheek his heart swells.

“Love you, daddy” Faye chirps, as she settles back down. “Momma do seahorses have three eyes or four?”

“Four” You answer with a smile.

-Okay I know this wasn’t smut but this was requested and I felt like I needed to write some Dad! Bucky because I love him so much and he’s such a cinnamon roll and wouldn’t he just make the best dad? I wanted their daughters name to be something old fashioned, but still interesting because this Readers an artist and I just think she’d want her children to have unique sounding names? Idk. Enjoy. Cry. Do what you must💘😂

Classic

Summary: Bucky tries to win your heart by wooing you with his 40s charm.

Word count: 3202 (whoops)

Warnings: None, just teeth rotting fluff

A/N: This is for @propertyofpoeandbucky’s writing challenge based off of the song Classic by MKTO

‘Does that man have no pride?’ Nat speculates and you look up from your notebook to follow her gaze. She staring at Bucky who’s staring unashamedly at you.

‘Leave him be Nat, I think it’s sweet’ you defend him as you smile and wave at him. Your hand moves to your mouth to stifle laughter as he blushes and drops his glass of water which falls to the counter and smashes. He leaps up from his barstool when the water spills on him, cursing under his breath as it wets the front of his pants. Nat is openly laughing at him and you slap her arm to get her to shut up before getting to your feet and walking over to him as he examines the mess.

‘You alright there, Buck?’ you ask and his head snaps up to look at you, only blushing harder when he sees you looking pointedly at his crotch.

‘I just spilled my water, I swear’ he shouts and you put a hand on his arm to calm him down.

‘It’s ok I know’ you say, smiling reassuringly at him. He smiles nervously back and laughs a little. ‘C’mon I’ll go with you to change’ you say and you turn to leave with him on your tail.

As he follows he can’t help but let his eyes wander down your back and come to rest on your bum, bouncing enticingly with every graceful step you take. He always finds himself admiring the way you walk. It’s a simple thing but for him it tells him so much about you as a person. You glide along the ground with an elegance and a smoothness that he hasn’t seen in a woman since the 40s and you hold your head high, oozing self confidence with a perfectly calm composure. He knows you’re leagues above him, that you belong in a palace, waltzing down corridors and giving orders to servants, picking men to date from a long list of suitors each more worthy of you than he is rather than here in New York working for a man with too much money and a metal suit but he considers himself lucky just to be in your presence and expects nothing more.

You come to a stop in front of Bucky’s door and he walks straight into you, mumbling apologies when you turn to look at him. ‘Bucky are you ok?’ you inquire and he stares at you, apparently unable to form a coherent sentence or break eye contact as he babbles nonsense. You raise an eyebrow at him and he silently curses himself for being so stupid as follows you inside his own room. He hastily grabs a pair of clean jeans and slips into his bathroom to change so you move to sit on the edge of his bed when suddenly Nat hurries in and runs up to you, tears of laughter in her eyes. ‘He- he was just gawking at your ass the second you turned your back on him, oh my god’ she gasps and you frown at her, once again telling her to shut up. You’re about to tell her to get out when your phone pings and when you read the message you look up to Nat.

‘Steve wants to see me, I’ve got to go. Wait here and when Bucky comes out tell him where I’ve gone’ you command and she smiles sweetly at you.

‘Of course’ she coos and you roll your eyes at her before going to find Steve. Bucky comes out of the bathroom almost as soon as you have left and when he sees you’ve gone his face falls a little in disappointment.

‘Where’s-’ Nat cuts him off by holding a finger up and she strides purposefully towards him.

‘She got bored. You’re gonna have to do better than that Barnes’ he looks at her, completely confused as she continues. ‘You know (Y/N) likes you too right?’ she asks and his face lights up like a kid on Christmas.

‘Really?’ he gasps in disbelief. When she nods he goes to move past her. ‘Well I’ve got to tell her how I feel then’ he begins but he stops when Nat stands in front of him.

‘I don’t think so’ she says and he frowns down at her. ‘Yes (Y/N), for some unfathomable reason, likes you too. But you realise she could get anyone she wants right? She could date a millionaire or a prince or someone, anyone better than you. You have to step up your game, Barnes, if you want to become her prince. You can’t just go up to her and ask her out’ she finishes her speech and Bucky looks engaged with what she’s saying.

‘Ok what do I do then?’ he asks desperately.

‘Bring back that 40s charm, woo her I don’t know’ she pauses and pretends to shudder. ‘Buy her roses, write love letters, serenade her’ she says and Bucky nods along, buying into everything she’s saying. ‘And then she might consider being your girlfriend, and I know you want that don’t you?’ he nods eagerly before leaving his room and grabbing his phone to begin making plans.


You can’t help but snort a little with laughter when Bucky comes back from the entrance, well at least his legs do, his chest and head are completely drowned in several bouquets of roses. Steve comes over to help him carry them when he complains of a thorn sticking into his arms and when Steve asks who they’re for he peeks his head out and grins at you. Everyone else in the room, Clint, Tony, Wanda, Sam and Nat, all turn to look at you and you can feel your face heating up. You get up and rush over to him and Steve, relieving Bucky of the bouquets and placing them on the counter next to Steve’s haul. ‘You got all of these for me?’ you whisper and he nods happily. ‘There are so many Buck! It must have cost a fortune’ you say, staring at him in disbelief.

‘Four dozen to be exact. And don’t worry about the money, doll, you’re worth every penny’ you continue to stand and stare at him for a few more seconds before leaping up and wrapping your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around your waist and revels in the warmth of your body, sticking his thumb up at Nat who nods and does the same in an exaggerated and patronising manner that no one seems to pick up on. ‘Do you like them?’ he whispers hopefully in your ear.

‘Bucky I love them’ you match his volume and the feeling of your breath against his ear makes his head spin. ‘This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me’ Bucky squeezes a little tighter at this and after a few more seconds he lets you go. You step back and look at the roses on the counter. Telling Steve to pick them up, you and Bucky find every vase you can and the three of you head off to your bedroom. When the door closes Nat erupts with laughter and everyone looks questioningly at her.

‘I told Bucky (Y/N) wouldn’t go out with him unless he turned on his 40s charm’ she howls with laughter and Wanda frowns.

‘And of course he’d do it because he’s absolutely infatuated with her’ Wanda sighs and tuts at Nat before turning her attention back to the TV and leaving Nat to laugh herself to tears.


You groan and roll over, hitting your phone to stop the irritating sound emanating from it. Of course this doesn’t work so you sit up, tap snooze on your alarm and are about to go back to sleep when a carefully positioned tray on your bedside table catches your eye. On it is a plate of pancakes, drizzled with maple syrup with a sprinkling of blueberries and raspberries and a glass of orange juice with a straw sticking out and your stomach rumbles at just the sight of it. You prop yourself up and reach across, pulling the tray onto your lap and lifting the piece of card held up by the glass. When you flip it over your pulse picks up when you recognise Bucky’s messy scrawl. ‘I hope you like pancakes, darlin. B xx’ your smile drops when you read what he’s written underneath it. ‘P.S you look so beautiful when you sleep, especially with that little bit of drool coming out of your mouth’ you groan again in embarrassment but set the note aside and tuck into the delicious breakfast in bed.

‘First question, why are you up this early? Second, why do you look so happy this early?’ you smile sweetly at Nat and dance over to where she’s sat at the counter over her bowl of cereal.

‘Bucky made me breakfast in bed’ you sing and her mouth falls open.

‘Seriously?’ she asks and you hum in confirmation. ‘Wish I could get me a guy that’ she grumbles and you grin delightedly at her.

‘That’s the thing that I’m a little confused about to be honest. First the roses then this, don’t you think it would be easier for him to just ask me out?’ you ask and she looks innocently up at you and shrugs.

‘He’s old (Y/N) maybe he’s just doing it how he remembers it’s done’ she says and you plop down on the seat next to her.

‘Huh. I hadn’t thought of that before’ you say and she grunts, probably still annoyed at your mood. You both turn to the door when you hear it open to see Steve and Bucky just returned from their early morning workout and when Bucky sees you he smiles timidly so you respond with a bright beam that sends his heart into overdrive. You slide off of the seat and skip over to him, taking his hand in yours and using your thumb to rub circles on his skin. ‘Thank you for breakfast, Buck it was delicious’ you say and he blushes and looks down at your hands.’But’ when you say this his head snaps up and he looks worriedly at you. ‘It would have been nice to have someone to share it with’ you look up at him from beneath your eyelashes and he inhales sharply.

‘I would’ve stayed, doll, but I had to train’ he nods to Steve and you smile at him.

‘Maybe next time then?’ you say and he once again blushes heavily, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment and just managing a swift nod. ‘I’ve got to go’ you say, your mind drifting back to the unfiled mission report sitting on your desk. ‘See ya Buck’ you lean up and press a kiss to his cheek before brushing past him as you leave. He holds his hand up and ghosts his fingers over where your lips had just been, his eyes wide with shock. When he looks over at Nat and Steve they’re wearing the same expression and he smiles.

‘I don’t believe it’ he whispers. ‘It’s working’.


Late afternoon the next day you head up to your room to get book you’ve been dying to start but when you swing your door open and see a beautiful red dress lying on your bed you halt. Walking closer you see a piece of card similar to the one you found on your breakfast so you grab it and turn it over. Sure enough it’s Bucky’s hand on the other side and you smile as you read what it says. ‘I’m taking you dancing, sweetheart. Meet me downstairs in half an hour. B xx’.

You walk out of the lift half an hour later in the new dress and heels Bucky had bought you and you have to keep yourself from skipping with excitement for the evening. The dress he’d picked was perfect, the deep red, slim fit makes your body look incredible and highlights all of your curves. The sleeves hang off your shoulders, showing a modest amount of cleavage and it reaches almost to your knees so that your legs can be shown off in the red velvet six inch heels. Your makeup is minimal but your lips are painted a bold red to match your dress and your hair is softly curled. When you round the corner Nat, Steve and Sam are all crowded in a circle and you assume Bucky is at the centre from the questions they’re asking. You come to a stop a few feet behind Steve and clear your throat as they still haven’t noticed your arrival. They turn around and all of their eyes pop out of their heads when they look at you. They part to reveal Bucky holding yet another bouquet of roses in his hands, his hair slicked back and he’s wearing a button down and matching jacket and pants. When he sees you his lips spread into an appreciative smile as his eyes rake over your body. His eyes return to your face and he holds out the bouquet which you take but then realise that you’ve not got anywhere to put it. ‘I’ll take them’ Nat says and you hold them away from her.

‘I don’t think so. Knowing you you’ll keep them for yourself’ you say and she laughs.

‘You’ve already got 48 you’re not gonna miss another 12’ she groans and you hand them to Steve telling him to put them in a vase with your others. Bucky holds his arm out and you link yours with his as he leads you out of the door.

It’s midnight when you stubble through the doors again, your heels in one hand and Bucky’s hand in your other. You turn to him when you get into the common area and giggle a little when you trip, you’re a bit tipsy since Bucky had insisting on buying you glass after glass of high-end champagne. ‘Buck, tonight’s the most fun I’ve had in so long’ you say and he blushes and smiles at you. ‘Thank you so’ you pause to hiccup, ‘much’. He laughs and squeezes your hand.

‘(Y/N) I can assure you I had more fun’ he says, laughing again when you shake your head earnestly. ‘Come on, I’ll walk you to your room’ he says, partly because he wants to be a gentleman but also because he’s yet to give you a goodnight kiss. Nerves bubble in his stomach as you walk together to your room, still hand in hand and his heart races at the thought of finally kissing you. When you stop in front of your door you look up to him, into his eyes and then at his lips and he breathes in heavily. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek and leans down, watching you to see if it’s what you want and when your eyes close he leans in faster. Your noses are brushing and your lips just about to connect when Nat yells your name from the end of the corridor.

‘(Y/N)! I’m so glad you’re back. Tell me all about it right now!’ she screams and Bucky takes a step back, releasing a short cough and looking down at the floor. He pulls you in for a quick hug and you whisper your goodnights before he turns to go to his own room. Nat runs up to you and just as she reaches your door you slam it in her face.


The next time Bucky goes out of his way to do something extraordinary for you is just the very next day. All he has told you is not to go to tonight’s movie night and to meet him outside at half past eight. When you’d asked what to wear he replied with ‘whatever you want, doll, you’ll look beautiful in anything’ so you’d decided on a yellow flower patterned sundress and yellow ballet pumps, leaving your hair to hang at your shoulders. You’re now sat in the passenger seat of a baby blue, classic, convertible Cadillac, the top down and your hands thrown in the air, laughing as the warm breeze plays with your hair. Bucky is at the wheel, stealing glances at you when he can and trying to calm the erratic thudding of his heart as he’s taking you to a drive in movie which, as he remembers from the 40s, is one of the most romantic dates he could think to take a woman on. He rolls up to the ticket booth and pays for both of you and you sit up to keep a look out for a good spot. When you see one near the front you jump up and hit his arm and he pulls up with ease. As soon as he cuts the engine he gets out and you follow him in sitting on the hood, immediately going to snuggle into his side and he puts his flesh arm around your shoulders. When the opening credits light up the screen you gasp and look up at Bucky.

‘Why didn’t you tell me it was Grease? This is like one of my all time favourite movies’ you exclaim and Bucky leans down to kiss the top of your head.

‘I know, doll’ he whispers and your heart skips a beat. About half way through the movie it starts to get cold and you shudder, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s waist to gain access to more of his body heat. Without thinking twice he shrugs his jacket off and you sit up as he drapes it over your shoulders. As you slip your arms into it you look timidly up at him, unable to keep from admiring the rolled up sleeves of his shirt, taught with the strain of the bulging muscle beneath. He pulls you closer by the lapels of his jacket and your bum slides easily across the metal until you bump into his side. ‘Baby, I know you love this movie but I-’ you cut him off by crashing your lips into his and kissing him hungrily. His metal hand snakes under his jacket and rests on the small of your back whilst his flesh one holds the nape of your neck. Your hands come to rest on his broad chest and you smile into the kiss when his tongue slips into your mouth and begins massaging yours. When you pull away you’re both gasping, pupils dilated and eyes darkened with desire.

‘I’ve wanted to do that for a while too’ you say, replying to his unfinished sentence and grinning from ear to ear.

‘You’re amazing’ is all he can find in himself to say and even this comes out in a choked whisper. You smile again as you press another kiss to his lips and he beams at you as you pull away.

‘And I’m all yours’ you say as he breathes out a disbelieving laugh.

‘Darlin, I’ve been all yours since the moment I laid eyes on you’ he whispers, making a mental note the thank Natasha when you got back.

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Mistakes Made 3

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader // Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Swearing, Angst, Drama, Drinking, physical altercations later on in the story (basically someone or someone’s get punched). Also this does turn into a Peter Parker x Reader story.

A/N: Please Remember My Peter Parker Is Andrew Garfield. Not Tom.

Steve doesn’t know about your wild crush for him. When he starts dating a girl, Agent Holly, he met on a mission, you don’t take the news well. Jealousy and an attitude take over you, trying to move past it, trying to be friends. You find comfort in Peter Parker, who makes you laugh and looks at you in a way that makes your heart stutter. After too much to drink one night, drunk texts and a confused Steve are standing in your door looking for answers, to Peter’s dismay. Will you cough up the truth about what you’re feeling for who or will you let everything come crashing down?

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trueromantic1  asked:

(that other prompt I sent was supposed to be future Klaroline, not just Klaroline, but feel free to do current or even AU) future!Klaroline + sex pollen/accidental aphrodisiac spell + werewolf sex is rougher around the full moon (and made worse by sex pollen/spell) trope

Possibly my shortest smut thing ever? Zero plot, friends.

Takes You Over

A shot glass is put in her hand and Caroline throws it back without even thinking about it, too busy glaring (while acting like she’s completely unbothered – no easy feat) at Klaus and his ever widening circle of admirers across the room.

She was pretty sure she was about to witness some leg humping.

Her throat burns as she swallows, but not in the way she’s used to. It’s a cold and scratchy all the way down her throat, an odd sensation. The taste is weird too, herbaceous almost, and her attention is pulled away as she fights a gag. She looks up to find the bartender, a witch Caroline’s become friendly-ish with (and only because the first time she’d come to this bar had been during one of Bonnie’s visits) watching her with great interest. Maybe she’s misread the situation terribly and the girl’s actually been planning to murder her all along?

That would be just Caroline’s luck.

“What was that?” she demands, slamming the shot glass down on the bar top so hard it shatters, shards digging into her fingertips.

The smile she’s offered is enigmatic but not malicious. “A local specialty. A helping hand, if you will. And it’s on the house.”

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MCL Boyfriend Headcanons: Cute/Funny/Weird/Annoying things they do in a relationship

Nathaniel

  • If you stay the night he makes you breakfast the next morning
  • Always sends a good morning text if he isn’t already with you
  • If he has a car he always picks you up for school and takes you to the café to buy you a doughnut and whatever drink you want
  • If he doesn’t have a car he’ll wake up a bit earlier so he can walk to your house and do the same
  • Drops you off to your house after school if he can
  • You catch him talking to himself a lot
  • Calls you ‘honey’, ‘sweetie’ and sometimes refers to you as his ‘sunshine’ because he feels like you brought light into his life
  • Is hesitant to try crazy things with you because he’s still a goody two-shoes deep down
  • When you get into petty fights or banters he HAS to have the last word and will constantly have a snarky remark if you continue to go back and forth with him.
  • Is low-key the king of petty when it comes to little fights
  • When you actually argue about something he’s very irritable for a while but calms down and feels really bad and apologizes with hugs and forehead kisses
  • You two can never stay up to finish a movie and usually end up passing out on his couch
  • Likes to spoil you with small gifts like candy, stuffed animals, etc.
  • Makes sure that you’re eating properly
  • Sometimes he feels lonely and will call you on skype late at night just so he can fall asleep with you
  • Loves kissing the back of your neck
  • Always helps you with your homework even if he’s busy with his own
  • Relaxes so much when you’re around

Castiel

  • Always walks you home from school no matter what
  • If for whatever reason he can’t walk you home then he will make you text him to be sure you’re safe
  • If you don’t text him he will blow up your phone until you answer or reply to his texts (’50 missed calls’ and ‘107 text messages’)
  • He’s that weird boyfriend that loves popping your pimples so if you have any you better watch out
  • Will bug and beg you to let him pop your zits
  • Likes to brush your hair and can secretly French braid really well (his mom taught him)
  • Falls asleep on you all the time
  • Will give foot massages but teases about your feet being smelly
  • Always kissing the palms of your hands
  • Pinches your booty all the time
  • Smacks it a little too hard occasionally
  • Calls you ‘hot stuff’, ‘babe/baby’ or ‘doofus’ and sometimes ‘bright eyes’ cause he just loves your freaking eyes
  • If you guys are comfortable enough he’ll fart on you and run and he smells like a dying old man
  • If he wakes up before you he will bug you awake (poking your cheeks, shaking you, biting you)
  • When he gets irritated at little things he refuses to talk because he’s petty af
  • When you guys argue he always ends up apologizing in the end because he just CANNOT stay mad at you (it pisses him off so much sometimes)
  • Eats your leftovers and doesn’t feel bad about it
  • Will sneak over to your house late at night just because he misses you

Armin

  • Is constantly hacking your social media accounts and posting really dumb and embarrassing statuses like “I have major diarrhea right now,” or “I think I just sharted myself.” Don’t let him hack your snapchat though. The filters are his life
  • Always takes photos of himself with the goofiest faces with your phone for you to see later
  • Calls you ‘babe’, ‘baby girl’, ‘princess’, or ‘nerd/dork’
  • Has thousands of photos of you and when he runs out of room he imports them to his computer so he can take more
  • You’re definitely his background on any electronic device he has
  • Likes biting your ears
  • Loves tickling you
  • Constantly whispering dirty jokes to you
  • Sometimes pays more attention to his games than you but he makes up for it by cuddling with you for however long you want
  • Likes to rest his head on your boobs
  • Loves giving raspberry kisses
  • Will bring you closer to him to “tell you a secret” then burps into your ear
  • Will randomly pick you up and spin you around
  • When you’re annoyed with him he finds it funny and will poke at you to make you even more annoyed
  • He’s that person that will say your name over and over and over just to say “Hi” when you respond
  • Him: “Guess what?” You: “What?” Him: “I love you!”
  • Always does this really annoying impression of you (which includes a really high pitched voice)

Lysander

  • Always staring at you cause you’re just so perfect in his eyes
  • Sucks but he’s always drawing you in his notebook (it’s usually just a cute little smiley face with hair scribbles)
  • Will bend over and kiss your forehead or temple
  • Likes kissing your shoulders
  • Always forgets important dates but he will not allow himself to forget your birthday. He’ll write himself sticky notes and post them everywhere, and he’ll have Rosa remind him all the time when it’s coming up.
  • Responds late to texts all the time because he loses his phone so you’re better off skyping with him or staying in a phone call
  • Can be a little needy sometimes and will wordlessly wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face in your neck while laying down with you
  • Always sticking short poems that he wrote for you in your locker
  • If you sleep over you’ll discover that he talks about you in his sleep sometimes
  • Farts in his sleep
  • Always forgetting something so you have now created a check list for him (which he eventually lost)
  • He always leaves his phone at home which worries you a lot if you aren’t with him
  • Can be a bit clueless if you’re irritated with him so it takes him forever to catch on unless you just tell him or you’re clearly upset
  • Stares at your butt subconsciously, really wants to touch it but doesn’t want to do anything without your consent
  • If you do allow him to touch it then be prepared for extremely unexpected butt grabs or taps (Lysander is a closet pervert)
  • Calls you ‘beautiful’, ‘my love’, ‘my everything’
  • Swears your smile literally lights up, it’s just so gorgeous. Your smile is his favorite thing in the world
  • Extremely protective over you, he just doesn’t seem that way because he’s always very calm about it. But trust me; if someone is bothering you he is somehow instantly right there which is kind of scary because he just pops out of nowhere sometimes.

Kentin

  • Calls you ‘his world’, ‘princess’, or ‘cutie’ cause you’re just too adorable
  • Bear hugs you from behind and picks you up
  • Loves kissing your cheeks and forehead
  • Rubs his thumbs against the back of your hands
  • Gives awesome back massages to you
  • Buys you chocolate all the time
  • Ruffles your hair when he’s being playful
  • Can be a bit clingy sometimes
  • Literally cannot believe that you’re his because he thinks you’re way out of his league
  • “You’re so freaking beautiful.” Will randomly whisper this
  • Forces you to work out with him sometimes
  • He hates fighting with you so he tries to avoid talking about problems but he has to face them eventually and when you do fight he feels really bad and apologizes even if you were the one in the wrong.
  • Usually makes it up to you with flowers or a cute stuffed animal
  • Will text you literally all day and gets really sad if you aren’t responding
  • Even if he just saw you he immediately messages you when you leave
  • Walks you home and will not allow you to go anywhere by yourself
  • Gives you pepper spray to keep ‘creeps’ away
  • Worries way too much about you but it’s cute
  • Very protective over you and gets pissed if someone is bugging you. First one to throw hands.
  • Paints your toe nails and your non dominant hand for you and he does a pretty decent job
Keaton Henson sentence starters
  • "Do you know who you are?"
  • "Do you know your lip shakes when you're mad?"
  • "You don't like to be touched, let alone kissed."
  • "Does his love make your head spin?"
  • "It seems as though I'm on my own."
  • "I'm losing friends."
  • "I know that there's friction between me and you."
  • "I know that you're uncomfortable."
  • "I know it's hard for you to tell me the truth, but while we are doing so... I love you."
  • "You love to argue, you can't play guitar, but still, let me tell you that I love who you are."
  • "Love, I hope you are well."
  • "At least we now both have a story to tell."
  • "I feel you know me better than most."
  • "In spite of real distance, we'll always be close."
  • "I walked through the rain for you, you said to go home."
  • "Miss you terribly already."
  • "I hope for your life, you forget about mine."
  • "Please forget me, you were right, dear. I am cold and self-involved."
  • "I'll write my loneliness in poems, if I can just think how to start."
  • "I still worry more about you."
  • "I am rude and unkind."
  • "It's been four years and it does not end."
  • "I still felt alone, but I knew that you'd be there."
  • "I loved her more than I love myself."
  • "She is with another guy."
  • "I won't dance 'til you hold me."
  • "Please, don't leave me."
  • "I'm sorry, can't make your party."
  • "I'm afraid I'd kill your lover while your back was turned."
  • "So this is where you wanted to be, and it's a goddamn shame that you're not here with me."
  • "I see pictures now of the two of you and it makes me sick."
  • "Damn, I love you."
  • "Here's to you, you miserable fuck."
  • "Drink up, so we can both finally die."
  • "She's as stubborn as winter and as kind as the sun."
  • "Why was she listening to someone like me?"
  • "I know I'm awful, I can't even cry."
  • "You're my best friend, I'll love you til one of us dies."
  • "Teach me how to love you."
  • "I'll learn not to look at you with scorn."
  • "Don't expect me to change."
  • "I never loved you enough."
  • "This feels right and I'm letting it."
  • "I will not tire of you."
  • "Turns out that nothing is fair."
  • "You can leave me if you wish, but I'm not going anywhere."
  • "I am a fragile one."
  • "Please do not break my heart, I think it's had enough pain to last the rest of my life."
  • "You don't have to make any promises."
  • "If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life's best part."
  • "I can see in your eyes that you mean it."
  • "All of these years you've been lonely."
  • "You are right, I've been looking as well, babe, I'm not looking for you."
  • "I'm just as damn disappointed as you."
  • "I'm truly alone and I like it."
  • "Though we're young, I feel eighty years old."
  • "Your arms around me are keeping me warm, but baby, I'm still feeling cold."
  • "You're kind and you're beautiful, too."
  • "I feel in some way I do love you but babe, I'm not in love with you."
  • "You seem to look through me, I wonder what you see."
  • "I wish I could stay with you."
  • "I wish I could wake at dawn to see you without make up on."
  • "You look the best today."
  • "I've been right here waiting for you to wake up."
  • "You think you're better than them."
  • "I hope you end up missing me."
  • "Your friends will always just be in your way."
  • "I'm just getting started, let me offend."
  • "The devil's got nothing on me, my friend."
  • "All I want is to be left alone."
  • "Sweetheart, what have you done to us?"
  • "Oh please, just come here, don't fight with me."
  • "Baby, please don't look at me like that."
  • "I will see you in the morning."
  • "Don't think of me like that, just picture me leaving and not coming back."
  • "This is your home now so don't you forget."
  • "I did it all for you."
  • "I'll do my best to teach you to fly."
  • "Come on baby, make me fall in love with you."
  • "I guess we can make it all the way."
  • "Turns out we don't belong after all."
  • "This feels different than it felt before."
  • "Guess that you were just expecting more, come on, you knew me, what'd you do that for?"
  • "I am selfish to my very core."
  • "I'm so damn scared of dying without you."
  • "Don't lie, I know we're fixing to die."
  • "I'll smile and pretend and won't show to the crowd."
  • "No, I won't be the damnedest bit fucking surprised."
  • "I won't give up, not until I'm holding you."
  • "Don't let go of my hand."

Ian sat with Trevor, eating breakfast when he heard it. Simple words like that could change reality, and they definitely changed his day. He was in the middle of listening how Trevor helped Trish – transgender bisexual girl who got kicked out by her parents – when Fiona came in with Carl. 

“Go to your room! Now!” She screamed and Carl muttered something under his breath without running upstairs and screaming: 

“He will find out anyway!” Which made both Ian and Trevor look at each other. 

“Who will know what?” Ian asked looking at his older sister. She opened her mouth, looked at Trevor and then back to Ian before faking a smile. 

“It’s nothing. I got a new guy and Carl was planning to tell him about my rocky past” she said and Ian nodded. 

“What’s his name?” He asked, eating his banana pancakes. 

“Aaron. He is a reporter in the newspaper and he was looking for a story in the dinner and I told him to fuck off and then we went to grab a coffee” she explained and Ian nodded. He heard, and lived through, weirder stories about meeting someone so he didn’t really consider it not normal. Then he heard something breaking upstairs and a loud ‘fuck’. Ian stand up and smiled to Trevor. 

“I’m gonna go check on Carl before he sets house on fire” he said and run up the stairs before Fiona could say a word. He walked into his room when he noticed Carl picking up the pieces of the broken lamp. He kneeled next to his brother and started to help with cleaning up in quiet, waiting for Carl to say something first. 

“I just wanted to be nice and tell the truth” he said quietly and Ian nodded. 

“I get it. But sometimes you need to wait for that person to say the truth themselves. Especially if relationship is somehow involved” Ian added and Carl looked at him. 

“Fiona told you?” He asked and from his tone Ian deduced that younger Gallagher did not expect that to happen. 

“Yeah. It’s not a big deal though” he said and Carl raised his eyebrows in surprised manner. 

“Not a big motherfucking deal? I’m sorry but are you high or drunk or asleep?” Carl asked and Ian shake his head.

“None of the above, although I would gladly be asleep right now” Ian answered and Carl nodded, still shocked with his brother reaction. 

“Will you go talk to him?” Carl asked and now it was Ian’s turn to raise eyebrow. 

“Why the fuck would I go to talk to Fiona’s boyfriend?” He asked and Carl blinked.  

“I’m sorry, but what the fuck Fiona told you?” He then said and Ian also blinked, not fully understanding what was happening. 

“She told me about her new boyfriend Aaron” he explained. 

“Yeah I met him, really nice guy, but what does it have to do with anything?" 

"That’s not all?” Ian proceed and Carl shake his head so hard his brother was afraid it may actually fall out.  

“No, fuck, Fiona is terrible fucking sister” Carl mumbled and looked Ian right into eye. “Mickey was released from jail, four days ago” and there they were. Those words that can make your whole world spin in one second. 

“What?” Was all Ian managed to mumble as all the memories of laughter, kisses, fights, sex and love come to his head, all of them reflected in one person. 

“Apparently Sami would go easy way out of jail if she admitted that Mickey never hurt her, because then they could play on some 'mentally unstable with hallucinations’ card. With her taking away all the chargers police needed to release Mickey and all the drugs they found in Milkovich household they pinned on Terry and gave him six more years” Carl slowly explained everything but that one sentence was still echoing in Ian’s mind. “I found out today and apparently Fiona knew all along, because they called from jail to everyone who visited Mickey to ask if someone can pick him up and you weren’t at home and Fiona picked up your phone and-” Carl stopped and sighed. “She thinks you are better off without him, but you told me once he is your soulmate and he in the one that makes you whole and I… I couldn’t lie to you like Fiona” Carl ended and Ian only blinked, sitting on the floor with pieces of broken lamp in his hands. 

“Mickey is back” he whispered and Carl nodded.  

“Yeah he is. Will you talk to him?” He asked and suddenly Ian was standing up and dropping pieces of their lamp on the floor. 

“Yeah. Actually, I will do it now” he informed Carl and run down the stairs. He ignored Trevor and came to Fiona, looking her straight into eyes. 

“You are not controlling my life, Fi. And you know fucking nothing, about what is the best for me. Nothing” he spit out, venom in his voice clear as sun. Without giving his sister any time to answer he took his jacket and run out form his home straight to Milkovich house.  

He stopped, staring at the familiar old door the same way he stared at them as a teenager who came here to regain Kash’s gun. He was young and stupid then, he didn’t know what going in there would mean to him. He didn’t know how much Mickey would mean to him. Gallagher took a deep breath and knocked into the door twice, waiting for something to happen. When it didn’t he knocked again. And again. And again. Until the sound of furiously shut door didn’t stop him. 

“Can’t I take a fucking shower in peace?!” He heard, familiar voice, so close to him. One heartbeat later door opened and both men froze. Mickey stand there, alive and definitely free from jail just like Carl said. Ian wanted to touch him, to feel his skin against older men skin, to know that it isn’t some kind of sick dream he was heaving just to wake up in the depression that is reality.  

“Hey” he said, his voice quieter than whisper, because of fear of Milkovich just disappearing if anything sudden and loud happen. Ian was so focused on Mickey’s face he didn’t even notice that older men decided to open the door in winter while shirtless and with definitely wet hair. “We should go in, you can get sick” Ian mumbled, not knowing why this information seem that important, but he couldn’t stand a thought of losing Mickey again even if it was losing him to some sickness.  

“We? You weren’t so much we when you decided to ditch my ass for four days since I was out, Gallagher” Mickey answered and walked into the living room, leaving door open, which Ian took as obvious invitation and followed Milkovich around.  

“I didn’t know you were out. Fiona picked up the phone that time and decided not to tell me” he explained and mickey raised eyebrows, looking around for some shirt. Milkovich house seemed really empty, but with Terry in jail, Mandy gone and Colin and Jamie moved out there was only Iggy left in the house.  

“That’s a good excuse right there. I bet she also chained you to the front door or put a dog tracker on you so you couldn’t visit me in seven months, right?” Mickey threw sarcastic suggestion and sighed finally finding a shirt he could wear. 

“You were supposed to be in jail in fifteen years and I… I couldn’t take it, Mickey” Gallagher said, coming one step closer, but Mickey took a step back. 

“If you couldn’t take it then you can’t take it now. I think you should leave” Milkovich said. 

“I meant seeing you there” Ian quickly added. “Seeing you in jail, broken, so far away from me…” He sighed. “You don’t know how many times I stopped myself from doing some illegal shit just to end up in there with you and the only thing that was stopping me was me being bipolar thus no jail for my ass” he shake his head. “I know you’ve been through hell there and I was still here, but without you it could be hell as well" 

"You are talking shit, Gallagher” Mickey said, but previous anger was slowly disappearing.  

“I love you” Ian mumbled so quickly it was hard to separate the words from each other. “I didn’t say it before and then I kept on blaming myself and then I wanted to say it each time I visited you, but I didn’t want this to be in jail and I- fuck, Mickey, I love you so much” he finally looked up, his green eyes meeting Mickey’s blue. 

“Fuck, Ian” he whispered. “You could’ve waited with that, I still wanted to say some mean shit about you being an asshole” Mickey added. 

“I couldn’t wait anymore” Ian answer, soft smile appearing on his face. “When Carl told me that you are free I literally run out from house and sprint here to see you” he added and Mickey smiled. 

“Yeah, we have this tendency to running to each other houses in winter” he concluded and Ian chuckled. 

“Can I- can I kiss you?” Redhead asked, his voice trembling the silence of their breathing and screaming of their thoughts when finally… 

“Of course, you can kiss me, shithead” Mickey mumbled and before Ian knew what was happening his lips were on Mickey’s and it was all so familiar, so right. In this moment city could be on fire and he wouldn’t care, because he was holding his entire world in his arms – and he wasn’t planning to let it go ever again.

Ship Meme: Aqualad

(Hey guys I’m back!!! How’s everyone doing? I hope you enjoy this b/c I plan to become Kaldur Trash once I open requests again very soon!)

Gives nose/forehead kisses

He does and it’s absolutely wonderful - whether or not he’s taller than you he loves to wrap you in his arms and kiss everywhere he can and call you cute names like “my love” and “beautiful one”. It leaves your head spinning every damn time.

Gets jealous the most

You do and he absolutely loves it, though he’d never say that out loud. It goes without saying that he’s absolutely loyal and the idea of cheating is unthinkable to him - and you know that. It’s just everyone with functional eyes can see how gorgeous he is and it kinda bugs you - so you make sure you’re holding his hand when you’re in public.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

It would not be a good idea for him to drink, considering his system is wired differently - alcohol is probably deadly toxic to him. And you really don’t want to look like a sloppy fool in front of this wonderful guy, so you limit your drinking to ‘buzzed.’ and nobody has to pick anybody up.

Takes care of on sick days

You do! Ok so you know how when you move somewhere you get a bunch of new sicknesses all in sequence while your immunity adjusts? That happens to Kaldur when he moves to the surface, and he’s sick on and off for the better part of a year. He wants to be that guy that insists he’s fine and carries on regardless but wow, he’s really sick and he can’t bring himself to move. He’s very grateful that you stay with him and says you don’t have to - but he wants you to stay.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

Lmao do you even have to ask. It’s him. Even if you’re a little afraid of drowning (maybe especially then) he’d promise that he won’t let that happen and that if worst comes to worst, he can breathe for you with your mouth on his.

Gives unprompted massages

He completely adores back massages and it doesn’t take much for you to notice he needs one - he’ll be walking around with his shoulders hunched up in pain, wincing and groaning a bit. And then you start with the massaging and he’s all surprised? “How did you know?”

Drives/rides shotgun

He has neither a valid drivers’ license nor the desire to obtain one - he thinks the traffic laws on the Surface are dangerous and confusing and so he lets you drive when you go places together. 

Brings the other lunch at work

You do - and you try to make it something new every time so he can figure out what surface foods he likes best. So far macaroni and cheese has been a smashing success.

Has the better parental relationship

His parents are awesome (except for Manta that is) - He has the beautiuful Sha’laina for a mother, an amazing stepfather, and two literal superheros (aquaman and queen mera) for mentors. So.

Embarrassingly drunk dancer

You. Totally you. He thinks it’s adorable, though, so it’s a win-win. And you don’t even need to be that drunk to be a bad dancer!

Still cries watching Titanic

Honestly neither of you care about the movie’s main plot - just the third-class passengers who weren’t allowed on the lifeboats, because that actually happened.

Firmly believes in couples costumes

You do! He’s perfectly willing to sit still and let you dress him up, though - he finds it strangely relaxing to have you paint his face and kinda likes the way it looks when you’re done.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

Technically it’s you - technically, because you spent more than you were supposed to, but in terms of actual worth, the gift he bought for you in Atlantis is actually worth a lot more.

Makes the other eat breakfast

Well he’d definitely make sure you stay hydrated! But besides that he really loves it when you make food for him, so making breakfast is sort of a tradition for you.

Remembers anniversaries

You do - it’s acutally a bit ridiculous how many you remember. He’s down for celebrating the big ones with you (like your Actual Anniversary) but will just smile and roll his eyes if you bring up “It’s been a month since we had that one croissant together!1! *Heart Eyes*

Brings up having kids

None of you is exactly sure whether it’s possible, but I think he’d make an awesome dad and would be definitely down for trying - because what’s better than cute hybrid babies who can maybe breathe underwater? If they can then you can send the baby to their grandmother in Atlantis for weekends.

anonymous asked:

Sehun + 70

❥ sehun, ‘you’ve been a bad boy’, my smut is reaching lows atm so hopefully this makes up for it, kinda a spin off of this and this, nsfw

sehun is being unusually quiet today. he would tell you why but he knows you’ll be mad so he opts to stay quiet and sit on your chair as he watches you make a phone call, sat on your desk with your legs spread just enough for him to see the black lace underwear you’ve worn for him.

he’s been quiet for the past couple of days, actually, and he won’t admit why because he knows it’s stupid. you’d probably realised the night before last when you tried to shower with him and sehun declined because he just wanted to quickly get washed and go to bed.

you hadn’t touched him in five days now, and considering that sehun was one of the horniest people going (behind park chanyeol, his friend from high school who got hard at least four times a day at anime) that was a long time. 

but you respected that he didn’t want to do anything, and surprisingly you kept your distance and left sehun to be on his own. or, moreover, to get so desperate that he needed you and gave in to his own desires and it was his fault, not yours. he thought he could have lasted a little longer that five days but right now he was hard and straining against the material of his jeans. 

he wanted you, but he also wanted to tell you something and he was torn on what he should be planning on doing first.

telling you that he loved you was pretty important, even if you had only been officially a couple (outside of work) for a few weeks.

but sehun knew that he loved you. at first he thought that he was just in love with the way that you took such good care of him, and how you’d show him what kind of treatment he really deserved. that was referring to how good you sucked him off but… it didn’t matter. he knew he loved you because of other things, too.

like how he’d get the train home with you in the evenings and you’d ask him if he wanted to come over, and his heart would start beating so quickly because he got to actually spend time with you for once without worrying that people realised you were together. or the way his cheeks would get red when you cuddled with him on the couch as you watched something together on the weekends.

that meant so much more to him than having you touch him under your desk on a monday morning so he’d stay awake for longer and do his job properly. 

‘sehun,’ you mouth, realising that he’s watching you quite intently. 

he nods, rather submissively at that and waits for your instructions. they don’t actually come because the obnoxious guy on the other end of the phone starts talking and you have to pay attention to him instead of sehun. he rolls his eyes as he lets out the quietest of whines to get your attention.

you notice, of course, and try to give him more of your attention. sehun realises that he’s caving into his desire for you quicker than he planned on and because you’re not talking, his eyes fall down to where your legs are opened and he can’t help but lick his lips. did he tell you how much he loved when you rode him? that was one of his favourite things.

especially when you’d leave his clothes on and just push yourself up and down on his cock that’s still trapped in his pants, making him cry for you to stop and actually fuck him like you promised you would. he almost touches himself to the very thought of it, but you stop him.

and you stop him for a good reason; he’s happy not to touch himself to that thought now.

no, you don’t stop him and hold his hands down do he has to grind himself against his own jeans to get himself off. you climb onto his lap and sit across his knees so that your skirt is hitched up your thighs and sehun can quite clearly see a few marks across your skin that he knows he did to you.

he got a little possessive. so what.

‘what’s wrong?’ you mouth this time, keeping your phone pressed to your ear so that the man you’re sorting out is still at reaching distance. your left hand trails down his white shirt that’s not been ironed until you reach the belt he’s got around his waist and you tug at it gently. ‘sehunie, what happened?’

he’s not sure if he should actually speak, since you’re on the phone and the last time he said something whilst you were on the phone you tied him to your bed frame and stuck a cock ring on him until he apologised. to be fair though, he did say rather loudly are we fucking or nah as he walked into your office when you were on the phone to your boss. so, an eye for an eye.

so he doesn’t answer, and he just watches your hand and your lips and your thighs as they make calculated movements all over his body in ways he loves so much. ‘sehunie, won’t you tell me anything?’

sehun shakes his head. bad move.

you pout and meet his refusal by moving closer to him and pressing one short, but sweet nonetheless, kiss to his lips. he’s basically frozen in his place so has tot be subjected to whatever you’re going to do, which turns out to be a grind of your hips across his own so you can feel that he is definitely hard for you.

and you’re wet for him, sehun realises that when you take his hand in yours and make him touch you where he’d been wanting to since you sat on that desk where you’d told him to fuck you two weeks ago. that was a good day, even if not much work was done.

your actions are followed by you bringing two of sehun’s fingers to your mouth, placing them inside so you can suck on them in such a way that makes sehun groan he knows what you’re trying to do and he wants so very badly to just say fuck it and give in to you but he wants to tell you so badly that he does love you and—

he fucking moans. he feels you on his cock and you’re making his head spin so he moans so loudly that all you can do is stare at him, completely clueless to what to do. sehun doesn’t usually moan. sehun knows to behave himself but things have been so off recently.

you give some shitty excuse on why you need to hang up and do so without an answer your phone quickly discarded to the floor beside the chair where you’d remember it later. sehun thinks you really do have no idea what to say to him. he’s convinced he can get away with what he’s just done and not tell you his true stupid feelings. not for long though.

‘sehun,’ you state. his name is said with lust but also distaste. ‘sehun, what was that?’

‘i’m sorry.’

you frown. ‘sehun, you just… i… wow.’

‘i am sorry,’ sehun repeats, seeing how clueless you are. he’s used to seeing you in control so being at a loss for words isn’t normal. ‘i really didn’t mean to. i’m sorry. i just… we haven’t… yanno.’

‘had sex? i know that.’

he’s not really sure if you[’re mad or if you’re in a bad position because you don’t want that moan of his to be in your record for life. he feels bad, but he’s not sure how to make it up to you. well, he knew one way to make it up to you but it would be a little over the top.

or maybe not, because sehun didn’t really show his emotion. ‘i love you.’

‘you what?’ you ask. it hasn’t really sunken in so sehun gives you a minute as he squeezes his thigh muscles and bites down on his bottom lip. ‘you… love me?’

sehun nods. it’s a bit half-assed but he doesn’t really care. his heart is practically pounding. ‘and i am sorry. i didn’t mean to. i’m sorry.’

his apologies are coming quick and fast, something you must greatly appreciate because it seems as though you’re still stuck on the first words he told you. but he waits. he doesn’t expect you to say them back because you probably want to take more time to know that you love him. and that’s fine. he doesn’t want you to lie to him anyway.

but you don’t. you take probably the shittest confession of love and make it about a thousand times better. ‘well i love you too. i do.’

‘you do?’ sehun repeats.

you nod at him, laughing at little at his basically clueless looking face and instead decide to kiss him again but pay extra attention to how you move closer to him. he feels like a bit of an idiot for how stupid he was thinking that this was way too big a deal. this has been making his feel sick for ages and it was this easy?

he’s caught up in his thoughts anyway, and he’s so preoccupied that he almost misses your words that are something he very much expected from you and this half-assed, badly timed confession. it’s what his love for you was built on anyway. ‘but you’ve been a bad boy, sehun. don’t think you can escape that.’

anonymous asked:

How Lip, Carl, Mickey, and Ian hug their s/o please

Carl:
He isn’t so much a very affectionate person and when he is affection it’s cuddling and or kisses. Sometimes you’ll have sweet moments and he enjoys that but just holding you in his arms, he prefers to slip his arms around your waist tightly, pressing you against him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.
Ian:
His hugs are very loving and are often used to express how much he cares more than kisses. When you hug he will bury his face in your neck, occasionally giving you soft kisses but really he just loves being so close in your embrace.
Lip:
Lip makes you laugh when he hugs you, sometimes just going for a squeeze but he loves scooping you up and giving a small spin around to hear you giggle. When he does give you a normal hug, he likes to cradle the back of your head in his hand.
Mickey:
Mickey has two types of hugs, it all depends on how’s he’s feeling. If it’s just casual, he will most likely throw an arm across your shoulder, kissing the side of your head, making sure you are always by his side. But when he has his vulnerable moments he will yank you into his arms no matter what you’re doing, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and just hugging you tightly against him.