her perfect face is just so perfect

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Mike and Ginny 44

44. I don’t know why I’m crying

“I don’t know why I’m crying.”

Mike’s shoulders creep up towards his ears as he shifts the tiny, swaddled bundle in his arms. He moves his gaze to Ginny in the hospital bed, who looks exhausted and gorgeous and she’s…laughing at him?

“Are you laughing at me, Gin?”

Ginny lets out a giggle and nods. “You’re such a softy, old man. I didn’t even cry.”

Mike rolls his eyes and looks back down at their daughter. Ginny did cry, but Mike’s not idiot enough to mention that, not after 30 hours of labor. “Whatever Baker. So I’m a softy? Who cares. She’s perfect. We made something so perfect. And I never thought this would be my life.”

Their daughter coos softly in his arms just as Ginny makes an almost inaudible sound. He looks up in time to see Ginny turn and wipe her face quickly.

Mike smiles at her knowingly when she turns her face back towards them.

“Shut up, Mike.”

FIN

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Normani doing what she does best, seeking out any camera when a 25 mile radius

anonymous asked:

would you ever draw camila? like with lil nina?

camila loves her happy lil girl more than anything

Waking Up

waking up w your avenger boo

Bucky: Most of the time you were awoken by Bucky himself shifting around in the bed, and petting the dog who managed to place himself on top of both yours and Bucky’s legs. The Great Dane seemed to think he was a small lap dog, and tended to do whatever was necessary to reach Bucky’s hand that was willing to scratch his ears. The next thing you always took notice of was the creases in your face from having your cheek pressed to his bare shoulder all night. Which also explained how your hair became a tangled mess, and one with Bucky’s long hair. But the overall best thing was Bucky’s sleepy face; hooded eyes, and a smirk that could make your pants fly across the room. Not to mention the raspy, sleepy voice that you adored more than anything. Waking up next to Bucky is the best place to be in the world.

Steve: It seemed like he donned a halo each and every morning that the sun came shining through the window panes of your bedroom. Even on grey mornings, Steve seemed to have an aura about his sleeping body that brought a smile to your face. Every morning you reach out to brush your hands over his cheeks, then place a kiss on his nose before he wakes up only to pull you closer. One thing nobody really knew about him was that his body temperature was so out of whack, so most nights he spent only sleeping in boxers because he was so warm. (Not that you minded one bit) Steve also really enjoyed having the news on in the morning once the both of you were awake, because this way he knew what was going on in the world all while having you in his arms.

Natasha: Since Natasha absolutely despises being sweaty, she “fixed” the thermostat in your room to always be a chilly 65 degrees. So waking up next to her, more like on top of her, is the best part of the day. Both you and Natasha are always bundled up with plush blankets that have been collected from various missions, and presents from over the years. To be honest, your bed could win a competition of the comfiest in the Avengers tower. But waking up next to the Black Widow was incomparable, red hair splayed out on the white pillow case, face scrunched from the dreams she was having. It was rare for you to wake up before her, since Nat’s wake up time was normally about 5 am. But either way, being with Natasha was the greatest time in your life.

Thor: The giant teddy bear you’re lucky enough to call your boyfriend was the best cuddler of all time. No one could ever come close to his soft skin and big arms pulling you to his side. However, Thor always ended up naked in the middle of the night, even if the previous night’s activities weren’t all that crazy. You often climbed on top of him and used his whole body as the bed, because he was honestly the comfiest person ever. He beat the bed’s comfort level by a long shot. If not for his horrible morning breath attacking your nose every damn morning, you would stay sprawled out on him all day. Thor adored seeing your sleepy face every morning, which gained you even more cuddles and kisses.

Bruce: He had developed a habit of scrunching himself into a ball while he slept. Bruce felt secure this way, and small enough to keep his destructive nature contained so he couldn’t hurt anyone. But the truth is, he hated it. He wanted to stay spread out so he could hold you, but his constant inner conflict kept him balled up. You always tried to lay on top him, hoping to keep him in one place for the duration of the night. It never worked, because you always ended up rolling off of him in your sleep. Which then started the chain reaction of him giving in to the reflex and curling up into a ball. It happened every night, without fail. Bruce craved contact with you, though, so he grabbed your hand and held it close to his heart. Waking up every morning without feeling in your hand became regular, because he gripped it in his sleep so unbelievably tight, like he was holding on to you for dear life.

Tony: If Tony is sharing a bed with anyone, there’s a 1000% chance there will be physical contact involved through the entirety of the night. You developed this theory when you had woken up early one morning, with one half of your body almost overheating and the other half cold enough to snap off. Feeling the steady rise and fall of Tony’s chest against your back, you looked over and realized that he had you locked in a bear hug. One of his arms were always tucked around your waist, and the other was underneath your torso, hand gently gripping the side of your stomach. Tony’s embrace is so unbelievably warm, in contrast to the below freezing temperature of his room. It feels like a furnace during the winter, so warm and so comforting. Comforting enough to keep your restlessness at bay until Tony woke up.

Peter: Sometimes when he came home from long missions in the city, he totally forgets to take off the spider-man suit. So this lead to you making sure that Tony upgraded his suit to the most comfortable material, not only on the inside for peter but on the outside as well. It was a gamble every morning on who would be where, since he formed a habit of flying out of the bed. You tried your best to prevent him from going anywhere, mostly by smushing your face into his neck and hooking your arms around his muscular frame. This usually guaranteed that he wouldn’t be flying anywhere, but there were slip ups. Sometimes, though, the placement shifted and he ended up nuzzled into your side. It was your favorite way to wake up, with his unusually warm body pressed against yours. So you loved to wake up with a faceful of warmth, and Peter.

Pietro: Since you were the closest thing Pietro had to a pillow, you always woke up with his head resting somewhere on your body, his hair tickling your skin. It woke you up every morning, without fail. Sometimes, he had planted his face on your chest, and lazily thrown an arm around your torso. Other times, he had his head on your stomach, absentmindedly rubbing small circles everywhere he could reach, the monotony putting him back to sleep. Most times however, Pietro had his head on top of your boobs, talking about how comfortable boobs are while you were lowkey suffocating. There was even one occurrence when he had completely flipped himself over the opposite end of the bed and had placed his head on your thigh. But it didn’t matter where he had ended up, you always cracked a sleepy smile and ran your fingers through his hair until he woke up.

Scott: This man child always woke up at least an hour before you did, there was never a time when he didn’t. You would have thought that he would just get out of bed and let you sleep. But no, he stayed put on his side of the bed and intently studied your face. Scott admired you like you were a piece in an art gallery. His eyes were drawn to the arch of your nose, then to the soft curvature of your cheekbones. You were in such a peaceful state when you were asleep, it was more than just beautiful. Well, to be fair, Scott thought you were beautiful under any circumstances. Sometimes he would just blurt out how pretty you were when heading home from missions, covered in sweat and blood. But there was just something about when your face was reminiscent of the peace that came with sleep that made you glow. When you finally cracked your eyes open, you immediately met his and uttered a raspy ‘good morning’, causing him to smile like a goof.

Loki: Personal space was very important to Loki. It didn’t matter that you had been sharing a bed with him for as long as either of you could remember. If Loki didn’t want physical contact, then that was that. You still were the only exception, however. Every evening, you would climb onto your respective half of the bed and get cozy, and wait for Loki to do the same. You never pressed him into any type of cuddling or anything, because you knew that you would make your way over to his side of the bed eventually. It always happened, and Loki never complained. He tried to keep the fact that he really enjoyed your cuddles a secret, but that was the one thing he couldn’t hide behind the facade. You discovered his “secret” when you woke up one early morning and buried your face in his hair, and pressed into his back. Instead of gently pushing you back to your half of the bed, he reached behind him, grabbed your arm, and brought it over his torso. Nothing could melt your heart more than that.

Clint: For some odd reason, unbeknownst to the two of you, you were both on the same exact sleeping schedule. The two of you became used to being sleepy at the same times, and opening your eyes at the same time as well. Throughout the night, Clint would wrap his arms around you, and you in turn would knit your legs together with his. The two of you would basically become human pretzels all while sleeping. He wanted to be as close to you as possible, and found that entangling his limbs with yours was the best way, without you two literally fusing together. That’s when waking up at the exact same time was good, because you could spend some time giggling and reclaiming limbs without waking the other. Honestly, you two were so enamored with each other it almost made everyone else sick, but you two were as happy as ever.

Wanda: Wanda’s room is undoubtedly the most cute and comfiest room in the whole building. Starting with the fact that it’s always at a perfect seventy degrees. The pillows are memory foam, the blankets are fleece, and Wanda is the perfect size to cuddle. So it was a given that you would sleep together in her room. In the mornings, the only thing that would wake the two of you was Steve’s incessant pestering about training. He would periodically knock on the door, open it and peek his head in, reminding the two of you that ‘you can sleep after practice’. Wanda just groans and cuddles deeper into your side, while you cover your face with another pillow, effectively tuning him out. Mornings with Wanda felt like a dream, because you never felt more peaceful with anyone else.

MORE Beauty and the Beast things I LOVE (collected upon a second viewing):

-The Enchantress/Agathe is played by Hattie Morahan, who played Elinor against Dan Stevens’s Edward in BBC’s 2008 Sense and Sensibility, and I love it when actors are brought back together. Gave me the same smiles as watching Jennifer Ehle and Colin Firth in their one scene in The King’s Speech

-LeFou paying everyone in the tavern before “Gaston” because you know he choreographed that months before and they rehearse it every Thursday just in case.

-Cadenza is playing “Be Our Guest” when Maurice overhears the music!

-Maurice’s reaction to Chip is everything

-Maurice and Belle’s relationship is so sweet and wonderful and perfect, and the fact that hearing about it and seeing evidence of it is what finally convinces Beast that not all fathers are douchebags!

-Lumiere’s not a womanizer anymore! He’s devoted to Plumette, not just flirting with her and I love it

-I love Mme. de Garderobe attacking fragile masculinity with gowns and makeup, and then shouting “BE FREE” after them like some gender-role smashing fairy godmother

-”I am not a beast.” Ugh. Just, kill me with perfection why don’t you

-The Beast’s face and eyeroll and nine-year-old boy reaction to Belle’s love of R&J, and the fact that he GIVES HER HIS LIBRARY not because he wants to win her over, but because he just wants her to read better material, and if that isn’t 183% what I would also do, I don’t know what is

-Belle’s happy little shriek after the Beast leaves her alone in the library is all of us don’t pretend it’s not

-Belle trying to hide the rope out the window by standing in front of it. Like, sweetie. 

-The juxtaposition of the opening and closing dances! With Adam in the first one flitting from partner to partner and even when he’s dancing with someone, he’s always looking around for a better option, versus that final dance when his eyes are 100% on Belle

-The castle getting more and more dilapidated as each petal falls

-THE BANTER YES FOREVER

There were so many more things but I couldn’t remember them all and I need to go see it again with a notebook, but SErIOUSLY until then COME GUSH IN MY INBOX I need to talk to people about this movie and I’m driving everyone in my real life crazy

Muse

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre: Smut, fluff, angst (it will contain smut in the next parts)

a/n: The story will have another part. So dont worry, im not cutting you off

Description:Jungkook is a  photography major in collaage. Every girl likes him yet he only has eyes for his camera, until he -even tho he hasnt realized it yet-  finds his muse.

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Hiccstrid first kiss analysis

Okay guys, I just want to share you an analysis I did for my grandma when I was speaking about Hiccstrid with her!

I’m so in love with that ship that I really found explanations in their attitudes during their first kiss in RTTE S4 (and not because I’m in psychology).

So firstly, seeing Toothless and Stormfly playing like that clearly announces what will occur next.

I mean: they’re obviously teasing HTTYD2.

Then, we have this:

Ok so here they just recap everything that happened during the past few seasons, namely protect each other. In this small dialogue, they remind us all Hiccstrid moments we had. And I adore it cause that was what the producters told us in this line:

“Whether it’s one of them being in danger and how the other one feels about that […]”

Thanks them.

So we can say that, at some points, they review their relation. But in Hiccstrid’s way :)

Secondly, we have Hiccup teasing Astrid…

Like… it’s him who makes the first move for once! And what a reference! He uses the way Astrid treats him with her famous ‘punch’.

And besides, she strikes back.

It’s really cute.

And I think that’s why Astrid takes the opportunity to question him…

Hiccup’s face OMT… He’s so cute and what I appreciate is that he’s clearly disappointed:

Next, Astrid relaunches him:

Then, he answers. And what an answer…

We just learn that he “thought about it a lot”. Like what? OMT Hiccup!! And that he is a romantic. This is SO beautiful. The poor baby was waiting for the “perfect” time.

What I really appreciate is that after all he said, he still hesitates to kiss Astrid. That’s WHY this scene is perfect cause the producters keep Astrid and Hiccup’s personalities here. Hiccup always doubts and Astrid is confident. This is how Hiccstrid looks like and I’m in love with that. So that’s why Astrid has to relaunch Hiccup for the third time in order to reassure him and give him confidence.

Finally, Hiccup is confident. Thanks to Astrid. And they finally share this mutual kiss that Hiccup initiates!

That’s why this first kiss is truly perfect. Astrid succeeds in making her boy confident with her. It’s a really good conclusion of everything they had overcome before and that’s why this is perfect.

Bonus: 

Hiccup’ sigh at the end… No comment.

Birthday boy

A one shot with a surprise birthday party and a sub Harry

WARNING: SMUT

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I commissioned a modern Tarzan and Jane from the incredibly talented @punziella and here’s the final result!! I couldn’t be happier with it, it’s absolutely perfect and I just love it so so much I can’t stop staring at it, thank you so much Pauline!!

Angel

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jackson

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,155

Summary:  You’re a medical intern, always a perfectionist and used to being the best at everything you do. Jackson Wang is the male nurse beloved by everyone and constantly on your nerves. When you two are brought together, it could be the best or the worst thing that’s ever happened.

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Mini Winter Soldier (Bucky X Reader / Bucky X Reader’s daughter)

Title: Mini Winter Soldier ( Big Hero, Little Hero drabble series 2.0 ) 

Pairing: Bucky X Reader and Reader’s daughter

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Bucky seemed occupied about something and eventually realized he worried for nothing. And received the best presents he could get even though it wasn’t his birthday.

Previous parts: 1.0 My Little Hero 

Next parts: 3.0 Bucky’s Little Spy

MASTERLIST

Bucky has been acting strangely this past week. He seemed like he had something weighing on his mind all the time, brows scrunched up like he was deep in thought. It took (Y/N) not more than a day to notice something was off about the brooding man. 

After their encounter at the Smithsonian, Bucky and Poppy’s friendship has only become more tight-knit than before. Poppy now spent most of her time in the Stark tower beside when she was at pre-school. 

Bruce was like her own personal tutor and Uncle Tony even set up a nice corner, danger-free corner, of the lab as a study nook for the girl. Bucky has an honorary bean bag placed right next to Poppy’s tiny desk at the tower, where Bucky would read whilst she completed her coloring for the day. 

It was strange for Bucky to be occupied with what was on his mind when he was with (Y/N) or Poppy. (Y/N) couldn’t figure out what it was that troubled him. 

“Bucky?” (Y/N) called out. Seeing no response from the man before her, she light tapped him on his shoulder and called again. (Y/N)’s touch snapped Bucky out of his thoughts as he turned over and looked at her questioningly. 

“Are you okay? You’ve been out of it for the past week. What’s on your mind? Care to share?” (Y/N) questioned as she settled herself on the couch next to Bucky. 

At her question, Bucky flushed bright red, even the tips of his ears were pink. He stuttered for a bit, trying to fumble through his words as (Y/N) giggled lightly at him. 

“Well, I- You see, Poppy’s… Poppy’s birthday is this weekend. And, and I have no clue what to get her.” Bucky mumbled out softly, looking embarrassed. Hearing Bucky’s concern, (Y/N) couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of her. 

“You mean all this time, your furrowed brows, deep frowns, and zoning out was because you didn’t know what to get Poppy for her birthday?” (Y/N) asked, a glisten of tears on her eyes from laughing. (Y/N) didn’t think it was possible for Bucky to get any redder, but he proved her wrong as he huffed at her reaction. 

“I don’t know many 5-year-olds alright? I just want her birthday to be perfect.” Bucky grumbled out, tilting his face slightly to avoid showing (Y/N) how red his face got. 

(Y/N) face softened, a bright smile on her face as she saw how important Bucky saw her daughter. She leaned over and brushed a fallen lock of hair away from Bucky’s face as she turned him slightly to face her. 

“It so sweet that you care for Poppy so much, Bucky. I am so thankful you can’t even imagine it. Now, I know the perfect gift you could give her.” she said softly and showed Bucky something on her phone. 


The common room of the Stark tower was decorated with colorful balloons and a big banner with “Poppy’s 5th Birthday” strung across. Tony wanted to go the extra mile, a couple hundred extra miles, and get the area painted a glittery lilac, Poppy’s favourite colour, and order her an eight-tier chocolate cake, but was thankfully stopped by (Y/N), or the Avenger’s headquarters would be decked in a sparkly soft purple everywhere.

Pepper, though, was sneakier and ordered Poppy a brand new glittery lilac study table and chair for her little nook without letting (Y/N) know. Everyone was there for their little hero’s birthday party. 

By Poppy’s request, the party was to be a costume party and everyone had to be decked in some form of costume or another. (Y/N) was dressed up as Mulan, Poppy’s favorite Disney princess and Bucky dressed as Li Shang, Mulan’s prince, as instructed by Nat and Wanda. 

Bucky stood by (Y/N), his face now his signature crimson, as he tried to spot the birthday girl. A loud squeal and a girl wrapped around Bucky leg snapped him out of his search as he looked down and blinked a few times at the sight. 

He imagined Poppy would have picked a nice princess outfit, or be a strong female hero like Nat, or even dressed professionally to a T like Pepper. Never did he imagine her wearing what she was right now. 

Poppy untangled herself from Bucky’s leg and looked up with gleeful eyes as she said to him, “Bucky Bear! Do you like my outfit? I am dressed as my hero! I am dressed as you!”. 

She twirled around and showed him the metal arm that Bruce had designed for her with soft aluminum. Bucky’s eyes slowly filled with happy tears as he broke out into a huge grin. 

“I love it, Pop. I love it so much. You look amazing.” he replied as he lifted her in his arms and rubbed his scruff all over her face, causing her to giggle loudly. 


After having a blast at the party, Poppy is now knackered and sleeping in her room as Bucky and (Y/N) settled down on the common room couch. 

“Hey Bucks, have you seen what Poppy was carrying to bed?” (Y/N) asked, a sly smirk resting on her face. Bucky cocked his eyebrows and gave her a questioning look as she motioned for him to go take a look. 

Opening the door to her bedroom softly, through the small crack of the door, the light softly filled the bedroom. On the bed was Poppy, feet hanging out of her blanket, and in her arms, cuddled close to her, was the tiny Winter Soldier stuffed toy Bucky gave her for her birthday. 

He slowly closed the door and turned to look at (Y/N) as a silly grin hung on his lips. Pulling her lightly by her hand, he led her back to the common room and settled her next to him on the plush couch. 

“So, did you hear what Poppy asked for for her birthday?” Bucky asked, his voice deep. Hearing his question, (Y/N)’s face heated up as she looked away from him. 

“Hmm? So will you go for dinner with me? Tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at 7. What’d you say doll?” he probed again. 

(Y/N) stood up quickly and started to make her way to her room, but as she took two small steps, she lightly turned herself and said, “7 PM, don’t be late.”, leaving a happy Bucky behind. 


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Here’s a second drabble in continuation of “My Little Hero”. Thank you all for showing so much love for the previous part and I hope you all would enjoy this part as well! I tagged some people that showed interest but if anyone wants to be off the tagging list please feel free to message me!

For my other writings, search “Ting writes” on my Tumblr!”

There’s just something about the way she caresses his face, how he grips her waist…those perfect, broad shoulders of his…her sculpted arms of a goddess…their eyes mesmerized by each other…sharing the same breath…the sunlight filtering through, bathing them in the promise of a new day…it’s just so heart-achingly perfect.

Summary: After Betty confronts her dad about Polly’s and Jason’s engagement as well as learning about the Coopers - Blossoms feud, there’s only one person that can take her mind off things. (Takes place after Betty’s and Hal’s fight and before Bughead’s scene at the Blue & Gold.)

(Taking a small break from your prompt requests to write something that stuck in my head and I had to get it out lol. I was listening to Let It All Go by Birdy feat. Rhodes and I had way too many feels so yeah… Hope you like it guys!!)


The Hitchcock blonde was once again locked in her floral pastel room that nowadays didn’t seem to match the air of depression that spread around the whole town and, most specifically, this very house. Soft music was playing in the background, the girl wanting to silence down the million thoughts that were running inside her head and suppress her still boiling anger and deep disappointment at both her parents. Usually, her mother would always win first place in the list of people Betty felt smothered by but after that evening, her dad was ranking a close second. She was at least thankful that he had the good sense to let her be, keeping himself busy in the house office downstairs for hours.

Dear Diary,

I don’t even know who my parents are anymore. How can the two people that are supposed to be everyone’s most valuable confidants in life, hide behind so many lies and weave webs of conspiracy and mystery around innocent teenage kids? How can I not know what is going on in my own house, with my own sister? They keep pushing me to drop the subject, stop snooping around and bury it all under the carpet like they did and for what? An idiotic vendetta that probably costed the life of two kids that did nothing wrong but fell in love. Why do we have to break so hard? Why does my life get to be filled with such uncertainty and fear of what the future will reveal next? I dread even to think about the obvious, I try so hard to hold my mind back, for it to not go there but it is already there and I feel scared. Sometimes I wish I was just another person, the identity of Elizabeth Cooper to not weight so much on my shoulders…”

The characteristic sound of pen against paper stopped and the red ink covered peak hovered over the rest of the empty line, Betty taking a moment to breath and slow down the gradually quicker raise and fall of her chest. One of her usual panic attacks was the last thing she needed right now, she thought and closed her eyes, dropping her head back against the wall, clutching the teal cover of her diary inside her icy cold fingers. She didn’t know how many hours had spent there, sitting on the wooden bench of her window and pouring into paper the anger and extreme sense of unfairness she felt after the fight she had hours ago with her father. But the worst of all, she felt hopeless, too small in a secret too big for her to handle, something that made her eyes whale up with tears again. She brought a palm to softly swipe the corner of her right eye in hopes of stopping the waterfalls but she failed, letting them finally be and watching as they soaked the paper in small shy droplets.

The chime of her phone had her eyes lazily turning to the side to face the machine, not in the mood of interacting with people right now. The message that brightened the screen surprised her though.

Don’t cry. Please.

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anonymous asked:

I'm just feeling p worthless and I'm sure at some point Maggie has too so can we have Alex just randomly telling Maggie how much she means to her and how amazing she is, how much she loves her. And I need Maggie to be a mess bc haha same.

Same my darling Anon. Same. Sending you so much love: you are worth everything!!! <3 <3 <3

She doesn’t say anything about it on the days when it hits her worst. She doesn’t say anything about it because talking isn’t exactly her style.

But she hits at her heavy bag harder, she takes more risks at work, she takes more shots at the bar, she’s quieter at dinner, she’s quieter in bed.

She doesn’t say anything about it, but Alex knows anyway.

Knows that Maggie tries not to – tries so hard, sometimes, that it tears away at her insides and eats away at her perfect smile – but she knows that Maggie believes the things her exes have said to her, the things her father has said to her, the things the chemical imbalances coursing through her bloodstream and neural pathways say to her, the things the world has said about brown queer girls who think they have a right to be happy.

Knows that more often than not, Maggie Sawyer feels worthless.

Feels like she’s just going through the motions. Like every achievement she’s had is luck. Like every tear she sheds is weakness. Like every struggle she has is fake. Like every break she takes from a job full of death and full of torture and full of iron bars eats away at her value as a person, because how can she be worth anything at all if she’s not spending all her time, every second of it, in service to others?

So on the days when Maggie’s smile is just a little forced; the mornings when Alex catches her just staring at the ground, elbows resting on spread knees, chewing on her lip; the nights when she laughs a little too loudly or doesn’t laugh much at all; the afternoons when she works at the heavy bag until she can barely stand up; Alex makes sure to tell her extra, to show her more, to prove to her… everything.

She’ll bring her lunch at the precinct, and she’ll whisper “for the most beautiful woman in the multiverse” in her ear as she slips it into her hands.

She’ll draw her a bath and take off her jacket and boots when she walks in the door, and she’ll murmur “only the best for the best girlfriend in history” into her ear as she slowly strips off her clothes and leads her to the candlelit bathroom.

She’ll pull her close during game night, when she’s forcing a laugh that’s slightly louder than it would normally be, not detectable to anyone else, but Alex knows, so Alex tickles her, and Alex kisses her ear and ignores James and Winn’s whooping as she teases, “I’m so proud to finally have such an incredible and perfect girlfriend to help me kick these losers’ asses”, and she smiles when that’s what gets a genuine smile to flicker across Maggie’s face, and actually reach her eyes.

She’ll text her in the middle of the day, just because, and the just because texts range from thinking of you, beautiful girl to I hope the best cop ever is having the best day ever to Have I told you lately that you’re more beautiful than the most perfect sunrise? Because… you are to I had an amazing time last night, Mags. I can’t wait to be in your strong, gorgeous arms again.

She’ll stare across the living room at Maggie, pretending to read while Maggie pretends to work, watching Maggie’s eyes just fix on a single spot on the ground, her jaw grinding slightly. And Alex will take off her glasses, and she’ll close her book, and she’ll just straight up tell her: “Maggie, you know I… I’ve never been in love before. But I’m in love with you. Because you are the kindest, most generous, bravest woman I have ever known. And yes, yes, I know Supergirl’s my sister, but Kara doesn’t count, okay? I just… Maggie, you are everything I have ever wanted, and you are just… you’re smart, and you’re tough, and you’re just… beautiful. You’re so beautiful. That’s what I told my sister, you know, the day I came out to her. About you. And now that we’re dating, now that I know you better? Maggie, my life changed forever the day Kara came into my life. And the day J’onn came into my life. And it… it changed, I hope forever, the day you came into my life. Because you… you’re amazing, Maggie. You’re amazing, and I admire you. I admire you and I… I’m in love with you. And that’s… you… you’re worth everything. You are everything. I just… I just want you to know that, in case I don’t say it enough, or show you enough, I just… I need you to know those things.”

And suddenly Maggie is on her knees, on the ground in front of the couch, and Alex tosses her book away and she collects Maggie into her arms, because Maggie is sobbing, her entire body wracked with sobs, with grief, with relief, with disbelief, with I don’t deserve you and why would you say those things and Al, Alex, Al, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry and I don’t deserve you, I don’t, I don’t, I’m sorry.

And Alex is shushing her softly and Alex is rocking her gently, and Alex is kissing her hair and kissing the tears off her face and pulling her closer into her lap and, when Maggie’s breathing finally starts to even out again, she’s cupping her face in her hands and looking her straight in the eyes.

“Maggie, I’m not going anywhere. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you, but that’s not even the point: let’s just say we deserve each other and call it even, okay?”

This gets a shaky laugh out of Maggie, and Alex kisses her nose.

“You’re worth it, Maggie. You’re worth everything. If I am, you certainly are. Okay? We can be worth it together. Deal?”

There’s a long pause and Alex holds her breath, because she’s never done this with anyone but Kara and maybe she’s bad at it, but then Maggie’s lips are quirking into a smile and Maggie is wrapping her arms around Alex’s shoulders.

“You getting soft on me, Danvers?”

“Always, Sawyer.”

Butterflies

Pairings-Bucky Barnes x Reader

Requested by @buckybabble-  Bucky or Loki’s or Pietro’s - you can choose - emotions on their wedding day to the reader please? Xx


Originally posted by hothothotgg

  Bucky was breathing deep. He paced the small room- he could hear guests beginning to enter the church, all babbling. Suddenly, he felt like vomiting. His feet felt cold and there were these god awful butterflies in his stomach!

The door opened with a click and Steve walked in. Bucky just flew at him, engulfing him in a bear hug.

  Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky and laughed.

“You okay, Buck?” he asked.

  “I love you,man,” Bucky mumbled.

“Um, I think you need to reserve that for (y/n),” Steve replied.

  Bucky let go of his best man.

“Sorry, I’m just a little…”

“Emotional?” asked Steve. Bucky nodded.

“I love her, Steve. So much. But…man, I don’t deserve an angel like her. She’s….so perfect. And she’s gotten me through everything. Trauma, nightmares, highs and lows, she’s seen me through it all,” Bucky hollered.

  “She’s so perfect!” he added for additional effect.

“Well, no, not really,” he corrected himself. “She’s perfect for me because I love her flaws. Physical and psychological. I love her stretch marks and I love her quirks and I love the little faces she makes in her sleep…”

Steve was smiling at Bucky.

“Bucky, after all that happened to you, you do deserve your angel (y/n),” he said softly. “I can’t think of anyone who’d care for an angel the way they should.”

  Bucky fell back on the couch, but Steve dragged him up. 

“It’s time to get married, Buck!”



She walked down the aisle on Sam’s arm, looking….oh god.

  Bucky almost keeled over out of sheer nervousness. She was such a stunner. 

She was trying to suppress a wide smile, and she was failing. Bucky’s emotions felt turbulent. He could laugh, he could cry, he could yell in hysteria because he couldn’t contain the happiness.

 She would finally become his. All his, forever. 

Memories flashed through his mind. Their first kiss. The taste of her lips. Her far-from-perfect but still adorable laugh. Their first fight. The way she had- that’s right, she had apologized to him. The night after the first fight. 

  The butterflies in his stomach died.

He loved her to death, and suddenly, he wasn’t nervous anymore. He felt….right, complete, healed. 

And he would never forget the moment he heard her say ‘I do.’

Most Beautiful: Jon Snow X Reader

And this one is dedicated to the famous and beautiful @restlessanawake who is really awesome! Go check them out! They were a massive help to me in setting up this blog. Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Pregnancy. Labor. Fluff overload ;)  One sex joke With him and the whole Stark clan, This is post White Walker War were all is good and Jon knows his parentage, but still goes by Jon Stark, or I guess goes at last. Things are almost too happy. But fear not no one dies.. Well…..Meh

Originally posted by gameofthronefannn

Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick

“Time to get up love.”

You groaned, pushing away the arms that were attempting to shake you awake and moved closer to the other side of the bed. “Jon.. Lemme sleep. Little Mister Stark would not stop kicking last night. I am surprised you couldn’t feel it actually.” You smirked and opened your eyes, hearing his laughter and he carefully turned you around as he echoed your smirk.

“I told you, my love. It will be a she.” You gave him judging eyes and he rolled his own gray ones, “Even our  Lady Sisters and Lady Aunt is on my side. As is Tyrion.”

“Well while that may be true, Bran is on my side and he has the sight.” She winked while forcing herself to stand slowly. “Speaking of your Aunt and Sister, when will the royal Queen and the Hand be visiting?”

He smiled, standing up so that he could help you while he continued, “Sansa and Tyrion promised to be here by nightfall, but you know the Queen. She said she would be here a fortnight ago… She will do her best to make it for the labor. And Arya, of course, must guard the Queen being the head of the Queen’s Guard.”

Your nine-months were up  and being a Stark, family was essential for all things. Holidays. Name-Days. Weddings. And pregnancies.

As though the stress of almost delivering a child was not enough, the anxiety that holding off the labor until everyone was present was madness. Jon, being around you enough, could tell.

“Fret not, Y/N.” He smiled, pressing his forehead yours and wrapping a robe dress around you for the day and kissed your nose, “They will be here. And now, we must break fast.”

No surprise to the couple, Bran was already down stairs, his plate full as he was working on his sister’s-in-law. Seeing them he stopped and blushed, wheeling towards the two slowly as Jon embraced his brother with a hearty laugh.

Brandon Stark was decreed Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King of the North, so the three of you were practically inseparable.

“How is the Lord Snow this morning, Y/N?” Bran smiled, wheeling towards her and placing his hands on her belly as Jon sat. “He get you any rest?”

“None.” Jon sighed from across the room, “She was kicking all night.”

This caused both you and Bran to laugh and Bran to say a small, “We shall see.” As the three of you began to eat your food.

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A grand feast was the result of Lady Sansa and Lord Tyrion’s arrive, Jon and the imp drinking away while you, Sansa, and Bran sat across the hall, discussing matters of getting Bran married.

“What about the Mormont girl?” You suggested, “She supposedly has the beauty and wits of the Tyrell’s but the strength of her father’s name.”

“The Queens bastard?” Sansa raised her eyebrows, “She is an adventurous girl. Young though, don’t you think?”

Your sister in law had not left you alone since she arrived, her hand barely leaving your belly.

“Besides. I think our Bran has his eyes on the head of House Reed. Lady Meera, is it not?”

With the words of her name, Bran blushed and brushed it off, “Have you and Jon thought of a name?”

You nodded, “Well since he will not listen to me about the gender, I decided Eddard Robb will have to do.” Bran nodded, a bright grin taking away the blush on your face. Sansa gasped.

“I hate to agree with my Lord brother, I do believe that your babe is a girl.” She winked at you causing both of you to laugh as Jon and Tyrion came towards you guys, handing drinks to Bran and Sansa.

Jon broke the laughter, snaking an arm around your waist to your belly as he looked at Sansa and Tyrion, “When are you and the Hand planning to have children, sister?”

Sansa’s face fell and she set down her goblet, Tyrion taking her hand. “We are waiting.” Silence fell between them as they knew what he meant before Tyrion broke it, winking at the youngest Stark,  “We would like to see little Bran wed to the Reed girl first.” Bran blushed as everyone laughed mutter a small no stop as Jon kissed your cheek, then moved to your ear, his beard tickling her cheek.

“Bet it will happen by years end?”

“Please, by months end!” You smirked and he pepper kisses everywhere on your face, causing you to laugh.

“This is why I love you” He smiled.

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A few days had passed and you were still waiting on Dany and Arya. Maesters had demanded you bedridden, fearing labor would come any moment though nothing came for a week. Deciding this and seeing your husbands nerves at an all time high, you had forced him to go on a hunt with Tyrion and Bran, promising that Sansa and a hand maiden be at your side.

“I just want you out lil lord.” You groaned, rubbing sleet off your eyes as you had not gotten proper sleep in several days,(basically since Jon left, your baby had been especially persistent in moving all night) “Stop being so feisty like your father and his family.” You smirked at Sansa who laughed. “Where do you the Queen and her personal guard are?”

“You know Daenerys. “ She smiled sadly, rubbing your belly, “And Arya. Stubborn as mules those two.”

“Aye. That is one way to put it.”

Silence fell as you were both occupied as the baby leapt and kicked about the in your belly causing you to hum in attempt to calm him. When at last he stopped, you sighed and Sansa smiled, but only for a moment when you felt something wet between your legs.

Cursing, you looked at Sansa whose eyes twinkled.

“Do you think-”

“Sansa…” You bit your lip to stop you from swearing again, “Get Ghost. He will get Jon. And get the Hand Maiden… Hurry… Please…”

She ran, laughing gleefully and picking up her skirts hollering, “IT’S TIME! THE HEIR TO THE NORTH IS ON THE WAY!” And within minutes, servants came rushing in, dabbing your forehead with a cloth and offering you food and wine as others spread your legs open. All the while all you could do was scream bloody murder.

“I just want my husband!” You whined, “Gods!” You closed eyes and bit your lip to try to and stop tears from falling out of your eyes.

Then you felt the tickle of a beard on your chin and allowed yourself to cry tears of happiness and the man kissed your cheek and slowly wiped your tears away.

“Hush now love. You need to start pushing.”

“I-I-I-I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” He grabbed both her hands and brought them to her lips,”You are strong.. You can do this… I believe in you… Ready?”

You nodded opening your eyes to meet his dark grey (brown in show) ones.

“Ready.”

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You opened your eyes to see your family sitting in your room, Bran and Arya making small talk, Sansa talking to Jon on the other side and Tyrion discussing matters with the Queen herself.

“Morning love.” Jon said, moving towards you slowly, a swaddle of blankets in his arms. “You did marvelous love.” He kissed your cheek and helped you sit up, placing the bundle in your arms.

“ Who is this?” You smiled brightly as he moved back to the crib. “I was right, wasn’t I?”

“We were both right.” Jon smirked sitting by you on the bed with another bundle, “Eddard Robb and Catelyn Rose.”

“Twins.” You laughed happily, “Huh. Don’t remember that.”

Sansa laughed, kneeling beside you “Don’t see how you could. You were screaming bloody murder.”

“Honestly Y/N.” Arya piped in, “The Queen and I could hear you from outside.”

“Perhaps we will wait forever to have children, my lord husband.” Sansa added.

“She did have two.” The Queen herself added, “I would never imagine having two back to back.”

“You did have three dragons though, your grace.” You smiled, “Can’t imagine that.”

The Queen smiled, making her way towards you, kneeling beside you and looking down at the babe in your arms, “Dany or Daenerys please.. He is handsome, just like his father, and grandfather.”

“Lemme see!” Bran exclaimed, he rolling and Arya going to Jon. “She has dad’s hair. Mum’s eyes.”

“Opposite for him.” Sansa observed.

“Our perfect family.” She smiled at Jon who kissed her hair, bringing her in, “One boy. One girl. Perfect.”

Jon’s face fell, “What, so we can’t have anymore? Not even try?”

Laughter filled the room in a warm feeling as the world calmly faded to peace and laughter.

Nothing could be better and nothing could break their joy.

[Got] 7 Deadly Sins: Wrath.

Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit, for anger resides in the lap of fools. (Ecclesiastes 7:9)

Originally posted by stanjimiin


Why must He be so unfair? Why did He make them so perfectly? I had never thought that I would come to feel anger for any of my Fathers creations but I had. At one point in time he had looked at me the way he looks down on them.That anger I had towards them, Humans, had become my downfall. My Father’s last words to me as I fell from heaven were,

“Fools give full vent to their rage, but the wise bring calm in the end.”

Eyes breaming with tears, I fell from the heavens, to an earthy place, full of those who I despised, because of my sin, wrath.


It has been a year since my banishment and wandering this earth was painful until I met her. The light in my darkness. The embodiment of the perfection, which, I had despised, had become my alter.  I hadn’t thought that I would ever understand what my Father had seen in such fragile things, but she opened my eyes. She had been the only human being who tried to get close to me despite my insults, and cold exterior. That respect for her persistence quickly turned to a love of sorts. Now here we are, her body lain in my arms, as I slowly trace my fingers along her feminine curves bathed in sunlight.

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