he has scruff

I Am Not Doing You

Request: @crownie-sr   Hello Ms. Taw, Would it be so kind if you could a Bucky drabble for #44 because I WOULD LIKE TO DIE FROM READING ONE OF UR WRITING BECAUSE THEY TOO GOOD FOR MY FUCKING EYES

Prompts:   44)  You didn’t do the dishes, I’m not doing you.” ( I changed a little bit, I hope you don’t mind)

Words: 1170

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy and a little bit of smut but barely.

Thank you @widowsfics  you are the best and i love you.

As soon as you entered your apartment you knew something was wrong, the place was too silent and too cold for your liking. Your heart broke when you saw your boyfriend cuddling up with your pillow and blanket in your bed. 

He looked so vulnerable right now, he was relaxed but at the same time, he looked like he hadn’t slept in ages. Your heart breaks a little because he looks so adorable, that you can’t help to lay next to him and trace your fingers in his jawline and hair. 

Even being asleep you can see how tired he is, he has bags under his eyes and he still has his scruff for a few days ago. You plant a kiss in his forehead making him moan, you doubt that he even knows what is happening right now “Wake up, baby. I am here and I love you.” You say softly, making him know that he is safe.

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Facial Hair

Request: Hi! How’s your day? I don’t know if you take requests now but I have one and you are the perfect writer to write it. I just realized that Tom is (kinda) growing facial hair so what about Tom is away for a long time shooting a new movie and when he gets back home to the reader he has a scruff and the reader freaks out because she/he hasn’t seen him with it before? I leave the reader’s actual reaction up to you, thank you for being so awesome! Your stories always make me smile! 

Originally posted by warinfinities

You wasted no time on waiting for Tom to reach the front door, as soon as you saw him out your window, you jumped up and bolted out the door to meet him. An incredible, happy smile lit up his face when he saw you. Dropping is luggage, he opened his arms wide and bent slightly at the knees so that he could pick you up. 

You squealed in delight to be back in your boyfriends arms after nearly three months apart. You’d scheduled days in here and there to visit him while he was shooting his latest film, but to ensure that he’d be fully concentrated on the final few months of his work, you’d decided to give him some space. 

He engulfed you into his chest and held you tightly, partially so that he wouldn’t drop you but more so because he had missed you and didn’t want you to leave him again.

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goohugavulcan  asked:

I died at what you wrote in the tags about Hannibal petting touch starved puppy Will. If you ever write that I will read it a thousand times and leave a character-limit-breaking review about all the reasons I loved it but either way the little story in the tags was wonderful ad fuzzy and exactly what I wanted tonight

I hope you liked it! I decided to do a short sequel to the Hannibal pets Will fic with a Will pets Hannibal, set post-s3 fic.

Hannibal’s chest is blotted in purples and blues. He tells Will he has three broken ribs and a few more that are bruised. He says all this without any hint he’s in pain, the only clue Will can find is in his speech, the way his voice is raspy and his breaths are slow and often shallow when he talks. 

It takes Will a week for his hearing to come back to anything close to normal for him to notice those tells.

Will knows Hannibal is an unstoppable force and while Will can slow him down there will always be an inevitability to him. Hannibal, broken and bruised and bleeding, still cooks and he tidies and he changes Will’s bandages as well as his own. Will helps when he can, but a broken knee is enough to slow him down to a torturous, half-bedridden pace.

He’s on a steady intake of pain medication and sleeps most of the day, either in bed or on the terrace under the shade of decades of vines. He wakes up to a tray of whatever Hannibal has decided to feed him. Usually something blended together that can be drunk through a straw and will taste awful but keep him alive until his mouth is ready for chewing.

Hannibal sets the tray down on the small patio table in Will’s reach. Will ignores the food and grabs his wrist before he leaves. It’s difficult to speak and he’s well aware how lucky he is that Hannibal doesn’t need an entire speech to get his point to come here, stay, sit.

Will makes room for him on the lounge chair and Hannibal sits, lilting to one side. His hair is longer. Grayer. He has scruff that’s gone past the itchy stage and into the beginnings of bushy beard territory. 

He watches Will and waits. Years ago he had done the same back in his office and his home. But Will is not as patient, so he pats at his lap and tugs at Hannibal’s sleeve.

Once Hannibal had been shy and Will had been hesitant, unsure of what this would mean now and how this would grow. But it’s been weeks and days and Hannibal is now eager as he settles in a bit stiff, grunting as he lays down beside Will, careful of Will’s knee and his own multitude of injuries. His beard is scratchy through Will’s shirt.

Will wraps his arm around Hannibal’s shoulder, Hannibal places one hand around Will’s side, clutching at him with a hard almost painful grip.

Will runs his fingers through Hannibal’s hair, picking out the different hues of gray and finding the old familiar blond strands that are left. He’s soft and pliant under Will’s hands. His breath is hot against Will’s throat and Will knows he’s looking at him with something too warm for an Argentina summer.

Will doesn’t look back. He keeps his attention on loosening the knots on Hannibal’s neck, on the sticky heat of his back. He feels the bumpy scarred edges of the Mason brand. Hannibal sighs against him and Will pulls him closer and pushes himself further until they are more touching than not. 

He presses his nose into Hannibal’s hair and smells salt and sweat and his lemon scented shampoo. This is what Hannibal must have felt like, how exhilarating it is, no matter how many times they’ve done this, to have the person he wants most in the world melt into him.

Telling Tom you’re pregnant Final Part

Originally posted by arianalilyblack

Author’s Note: Final part guys. Hope you like it. I leave it to your imagination what the gender of the baby is and the name. Next up is another part of “Feelings and Work”.

Part 1 Part 2
The next week you spent with Tom, kissing you every few seconds, smiling like an idiot and calling the whole family over for a dinner. He was so excited about this whole pregnancy, that he couldn’t wait for dinner and told everybody immediately.
The week after that, he was still kissing you every few seconds, that you spent together. While you went back to work, he stayed home, bought thousands of books and stuff and had the whole house baby-safe at the end of the week. You started laughing every time, that he would start to talk and tell you everything he learned and read and did and he would start rambling and you would have to pull him close by his shirt and kiss him to shut him up.
The same tonight.
“Did you know this… And did you saw what I did in the bathroom?… Oh and you know what I saw online today, we have to get it…” he rambles on and on and on.
You smile at him, walk up to him, pull him down to you by his tie and kiss him. He kisses you back and puts his arms around your waist and pulls you even closer to his body.You break the kiss and he rests his forehead on yours.
“I’m rambling again, am I not ?” he asks which makes you smile even more.

“You do my love. I know that you are excited, so am I. But dear god Tom, I just started to show a little tummy and you are nearly ready to deliver the baby yourself. You have to slow down. We have so much time. I have enough time, to read the books you already read. And you know normally it’s the woman’s job to go all crazy and start buying baby clothes without even knowing the gender of the baby.”
You chuckle, looking at the bag of baby clothes laying on the dinner table.He smiles down at you and nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck. You hold him close and close your eyes. He kisses your neck, down to your shoulder and looks back into your eyes.
He caresses your cheek with his thumb and puts a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I love you.” He says, leaning in to kiss you.
You kiss him back and put both of your hands on his cheeks. You pull back and smile at him.
“I love you, too.” You smile.
He kneels down and pushes your shirt up. You chuckle and hold it up for him.
“Hey little baby in there. Your mom and dad are super excited to get to know you and want you to know, that we love you so much already.” He says and start to kiss your stomach.
You giggle, because the scruff he has, tickles your skin.He chuckles, too and purposely rubs his scruff over your stomach. You start to laugh and take a step back from him. But he has this wicked grin on his face, and you know he will not back down from tickling you. So you turn around quickly and run away from him. You both run around the house, laughing while he follows you into the bedroom, making you squeal as he throws the both of you on the bed.
The days go by and you finally tell all your friends, too. They were as excited about the news as your families, but nobody was as excited as Tom. But Ben and Tom were ecstatic together. You knew it would be a very long pregnancy.

Because from that day on, Ben called every day and made sure you ate enough and asked if Tom needed help with something. But it was a few months later that the two of them started to build the nursery together. It was fun to watch and even funnier when the argued about stuff.
Three weeks later the nursery was done and the two of you just needed to wait a little while longer for your baby to arrive.
And that time came soon enough.
You two are out having lunch with Ben and your friends and you need to go to the bathroom. You excuse yourself and waddle over to it. You wash your hands and take another look in the mirror, smiling at the belly when you suddenly feel a wetness between your legs. Your eyes widen and you take a deep breath. You take your purse and waddle back to the table. You sit down and tell the waiter that you would like to pay immediately and that there is no need for the desserts anymore. Everybody looks at you in shock, when the waiter nods and leaves. Even Tom looks at you as if he had seen a ghost. He puts his hand on your forehead and says:
“Are you alright? Why are you denying all of us their desserts?”
You take his hand and kiss it, smiling at him.
“Because my water just broke and we have to leave and get to the hospital as soon as possible.” You said and chuckled at the shocked expressions.
And immediately everybody jumps into action. Tom tossing his keys to Ben, telling him to get the car. He instructs the others to leave and get to the hospital to announce you two. While he handles that, you pay for the lunch and thank the waiter.
You slowly stand up and take Tom’s hand and turn him to look at you. You see a mix of emotions. He is nervous, excited, worried and totally stressed. And when he locks eyes with you he looks confused, too.
“Why are you not freaking out?” he asks.
“You are freaking out for both of us.” You chuckle, making him smile.
He smiles back and gives you a kiss. Just then the first contraction hits you, making you break the kiss and grasp his hand. He whips out the phone and when the contraction is over and he starts to stop the time to keep track of the contractions. Meanwhile Ben arrives and honks outside the restaurant and you two make your way to the car.
A few hours later, the two of you hold your baby in your arms. This is all you ever wanted and needed.
A happy husband, not being able to control his joy, kisses either you or the baby. And the most beautiful and more important healthy baby, you could’ve asked for.

After all of this, you totally forgot to talk with Tom about your secret candy box. But he probably put it away by now, because it wasn’t baby safe.

Chance Encounters: Encounter 1

Zombie Apocalypse AU

Bucky Barnes X Reader (eventual)

Summary: You’re struggling to survive on your own after the apocalypse happened. You’re making your way to a dying city when you run into a mystery man, which seems to be fate’s way of messing with you. After your chance encounter with the mystery man and several other chance encounters, one event leads to another and eventually, the Avengers assemble to save the world.  

Word Count: 1185

Warnings: Swearing, Zombie apocalypse (let me know if you need me to add any other warnings)

A/N: Well, here’s my first fic. It’s a slow start but I hope you like it. I intend to make this a series of encounters with various characters.

Encounter 1 – Bucky Barnes (AKA the asshole) | Encounter 2 

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

The heat is sweltering. I’m parched and I ran out of water a while ago. There’s sweat dripping down my face and I’m pretty sure I can smell myself. Not to mention the backpack I’m carrying seems to be getting heavier and heavier with each step I take.

I take in my surroundings again to see if anything’s changed. Nope. Still on the side of a road, surrounded by trees, grass, and the occasional dried up creek.

I sigh and glance down at the map in my hands again.

“Okay, there’s a town coming up. I just have to get there. Just a little bit more. You came this far Y/N you can walk another couple of miles,” I mutter to myself. 

Great, now I’m talking to myself. And in third person at that. It’s official, this whole zombie apocalypse thing is messing with my sanity.

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OKAY HERE IT IS. Last night we waited outside after the concert for like 2 hours until they came out. I made a collage for Dan so when he came over I said “I’m really embarrassed but I made you something…” And I gave it to him and he kinda turned around to see it in the light and he was just looking at it so I said “You always say you’re such a pessimist so I wanted to make you something..” And he said “Thank you! This is so great! I’m gonna go put it in the bus so it doesn’t get wet, hold on” and then when he came back he said “Everyone on the bus was looking at it!” And then HE GAVE ME A LONG WONDERFUL HUG AND THEN HE KISSED ME ON THE CHEEK ASHDKAJ AND THANKED ME AGAIN. He is the loveliest human being I can’t get over how wonderful he is or possibly describe how happy he makes me ♡

Here's my Pries!Seb description.

I hope is not trash.

He has short, brown hair and a little scruff. He has the habit of scratching his jaw when he’s deep in thought, and his intense, blue eyes have made more than one young woman from his congregation blush in the middle of mass.

He’s lean and strong, enough for people to able to notice under his clothes. And his voice is soft and deep, makes shivers run down people’s back. He’s got pink, soft lips that along with his ever present scruff would feel amazing kissing up and down your neck. His hands are big, strong and slightly calloused, due to the handy work he does around the church and for some of the neighboring old ladies, who love the young, sweet priest.

(God, this sucks. I hope is not a complete disappointment)

anonymous asked:

First kiss anon: he started biting my neck and kissing gown my shoulders. My breath hitched then he made his way back to my lips and just kissed me. (He has scruff too) and he’s very southern, with the accent and all

Awww I’m glad you’re happy ❤️

A list of reasons why should all stop sleeping on Marude Itsuki and love and appreciate him instead 

Canon reasons: 

  • He called Tsuneyoshi Washuu a demon (which is an undeniable truth)  
  • Yoshitoki calls him Maru 
  • He calls Yoshitoki by his first name too
  • Yoshitoki told him to be casual when it’s the two of them 
  • Their friendship lasted for about 20+ years 
  • Itsuki blushed the first time he met Yoshitoki and he still blushes and sweats when Yoshitoki compliments him (20 years later) 
  • Itsuki blushes very easily and was (besides Haise) the only investigator that got flustered when he received chocolate for Valentine’s day
  • He has 0 filters 
  • He has 0 chill 
  • He’s scruff but he cares about his subordinates 
  • He owns a bike (pls no jokes about the fallen) 
  • Yoshitoki trusts in his skills and said that he puts all of his trust and faith in Itsuki 
  • He trusts Hide and has 0 doubt in his intuition 
  • His own intuition is amazing 
  • He puts the well being of other people above his own 
  • He wanted to trust Yoshitoki until the very end 
  • He is a hero, even though he doesn’t want to be one (by taking action against a person he was close with for over 20 years + the organisation that basically rules over Tokyo) 
  • He has a very strong sense of justice and is willing to change his ways if he has to 
  • He’s the realest CCG investigator out there 
  • He never conceals his emotions 
  • He sweats when he’s nervous (he’s not an ice cold killer like some people tokyoghoulwiki like to paint him)
  • He was worried about young Arima and scolded him for being reckless 
  • He risks his life for the greater good 

Fanon reasons: 

  • MaruChika were in love with each other 
  • His hair looks like Seidou’s 
  • He’s such a dad™
  • He has a nice ass™, which should go on the canon list but I might be biased 
  • He has tattoos, everywhere EVERYWHERE (thanks to @mildsurpriseatthedisco for that one  (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡) 
  • I love him to death and I want people to appreciate him too because he’s great (´。• ω •。`) ♡

anonymous asked:

top 5 attractive people and why

❝ going by LOOKS alone, i think mason’s pretty nice to look at. he has that scruff situation going on that makes him all that better looking. callista’s a … beautiful woman as well. old man jack’s pretty hot- a TAD old, but attractive. fiona’s really nice. easy on the eyes. callum’s cute too, i guess. ❞   / /   @eudaimcnia, @purgctus, @cvllista, @bencficent, @nodustollcns

Headcanon: Mike’s Return

(Please God don’t let this turn into yet another fan fiction I don’t have time to write.)

After a year and a half, Mike finally returns from his long haul stint undercover at joint terrorism. Sonny thinks he’s crazy because he thinks he sees Mike walk past him on the street, which pains his still grieving heart. It happens again a week or so later. And again another week after that. Sonny thinks he’s going insane, but the next time it happens he stops this person because he thinks he’s losing his mind and sure enough it’s Mike. 

Same green eyes. 

Same prominent nose. 

Same fleshed out biceps. 

Same scruff he has after a few days of not shaving. 

And the two of them just stand there, sharing half sentences, trying to say something before Sonny gives up and pulls Mike into a hard, almost punishing kiss, nipping at his lips and tongue while desperately trying to prove to himself that this isn’t another too-good-to-be-true dream. 

“It’s you,” Sonny breathes against Mike’s lips while people flow around them. 

“It’s me,” Mike responds trying hard to hold back just how much he wants to cry in that moment. 

anonymous asked:

Your art is some of my favorite! Would you consider drawing eren again now that he has scruff and longer hair?

Yes!! I want it since he arrived like this in the manga

anonymous asked:

Monster au headcanon where Marvin's hair grows pretty quickly, especially his facial hair so he has to shave every morning since by the end of the day, he already has some scruff.

This is canon!
Like, Whizzer always noticed, and pointed it out multiple times - “Marv, didn’t you just shave?” - and Marvin always changes the subject.
It always irritated Whizzer, but mostly, he found it strange, until he found out.