his hands are so big and beautiful

Blood Brothers

I’m also on AO3 as MaryPSue!

It’s 3am (probably; time moves a little differently in the space between planes) onboard the Starblaster when Magnus turns to Taako (who is facedown on the table and has been for the last half hour) and says, “We should make a blood pact.”

It’s the first thing he’s said in that half hour that actually gets Taako to raise his head off the table. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at Magnus with a blank expression.

“Y’know, Barry and Lup have their lich thing, and that’s super cool and all, I don’t want in on that, but…I think we should do something too. Kind of like that. So we all have some kind of connection.”

Taako keeps staring for a long moment, and Magnus is just starting to think that maybe he’s actually asleep and elves just have a super weird version of sleepwalking that includes not moving and staring blankly at people, when he opens his mouth and says, “We’re magically bound to an interplanar starship that literally runs on our interpersonal connections, my dude.”

“Yeah, I know, I just…” Magnus shrugs, twirling his mug of beer on the table. The last plane had had some really good breweries. He hopes some of them survived. “I thought it’d be nice if we could…make it official? Like, something we did on purpose, instead of just found out about after we ran away from the total destruction of our home.”

Taako looks down at his own mug, which has been empty for the last half hour.

“Yeah, sure,” he says, finally. “Let’s do it, big guy.”

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Gardener AU!! 

(I’m a bad writer, but if you’re interested in some rambling, read more)

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I don’t play by the rules

Pairing: Peter parker x Stark! reader

Summary: Peter Parker falls hard for the new girl, and while he can’t do anything about it a certain masked hero might.

 word count: 2135

y/bf/n= Your best friend’s name

warnings: slight makeout? 

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sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes, hope you enjoy it! Please tell me what you thought about it! :) 

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Originally posted by tomshollandss

It happened on a Tuesday. A regular day you might say, however it was the day everything changed for Peter Parker. There he was on his chemistry class thinking it was just another boring class, another wasted hour, at least he thought that until the door opened, revealing the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Standing in front of the class was Y/n Stark. Everybody knew who you were, your dad was Iron man, for God sake! You came in the classroom with a designer outfit and bag that was probably more expensive than Peter’s whole wardrobe.

Peter continued to watch you as the teacher told you to seat right at the front of the class. Not only were you a really pretty girl, with the brightest smile and the kindest eyes, but you also had to be very intelligent, since this was the Chemistry AP class. Well of course she is intelligent dumbass! Her father is Tony Stark! She has obviously been in his labs before!

After that first time he saw you everything went downhill. He could never gather the courage to talk to you, let alone ask you out, so he settled for watching you from afar. She probably thinks I’m a creeper, Peter thought, however he couldn’t bring himself to care. He could watch as your smile got bigger when someone told you a joke, and how your eyes will get particularly bright whenever you got a good grade at math. He didn’t care about anything else.

Not long after your arrival to the school he got his so-called “stark internship”,  or his role as Spiderman. This didn’t change much for him. He was still a nerd loser and you were still  a popular girl that was way out of his league.

“Seriously dude! how come you’ve never even said a word to her?” Ned asked Peter as they made their way into the gym.

“Is not that easy Ned! She doesn’t even know I exist!”

“But you are like, totally in love with Y/!” Peter quickly muffled Ned’s mouth, stopping the boy from saying anything else.

“Geez Ned! Don’t you want to shout it to the world?!” Peter started lowering his hand and headed towards the group of people exercising. “You can’t just go around saying that! Someone might hear you!”

“I’m sorry but, like, I still can’t believe it! Don’t you see her everyday? in the, you know, Stark Internship?”

Since Ned found out about Peter being Spider Man he had made questions non-stop, pretty ridiculous questions, if you asked Peter.

“Ned I don’t just hang out at the Avenger’s tower you know? I have to be on the streets! Besides, she is totally off limits I mean! She is Mr. Stark’s daughter! He would kill me if-”

“Shhh- SHhhhhh! Peter listen!”

This time he was the one to shut up as both boys listened to a conversation happening at the bleachers across them. It was Y/n, looking as beautiful as she always did, surrounded by her usual crowd.

“Sooo Y/n, you must be surrounded by all those superheroes at your house right? You know, because of your dad?

“Well not all the time, but yeah, they hang out pretty often” She responded, trying to sound chill about the topic. Not everybody noticed, but Peter knew just how tired she felt about having to talk about his dad and the avengers all the time. None of the people that followed her around really knew her. Yes they knew about her life and her family, but besides that no one seemed to take interest in getting to know her for real.

That was kind of the reason why he prefered to hide his identity. Well, that and the possibility of being kidnapped and killed.

“Are you friends with them?”  “Are they nice?” “Are they hot?” “Is Captain America a real blonde?”

A load of questions were asked at you, however one catched Peter’s attention again.

“Are you friends with spiderman? Do you know who he is?”

“I’ve actually never talked to him, he’s never at the tower when I’m there” she replied shrugging her shoulders. She really was clueless to the hero’s identity.

“Seriously Y/n? Weren’t you supposed to be Spiderman #1 fan?” Y/bf/n asked, as she wiggled her eyebrows at Y/n.

A blush spread to the girl’s cheeks as she smiled shyly. Of course she had a tiny crush with Spider Man (even though she didn’t have a clue of who he was), however he never seemed to hang around the tower as the other Avengers. Maybe he liked being alone.

The conversation was quickly dropped after the coach told them all to get back to work, however Ned was not done.

“Dude! She likes you!” You have to talk to her tonight!”

“She doesn’t like me! She likes Spider Man, not Peter, besides-”

“I swear to God that if you don’t make a move on her tonight I will stop being friends with you! You have to promise me you will try! Deal?

“Deal”

Could it be possible that the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on had a thing for him? Even if it was the suit she was in love with Peter couldn’t stop the smile that crept through his face all day and the knot he felt on his stomach every time he looked at Y/n.

And that is exactly why he found himself later that night ready to go talk to the girl of his dreams. He already knew the crew will be out with Mr Stark in some mission he was not allowed, so that cleared the way for him. And anyways he was always welcomed in the tower, at least that what they always told him.

“You can do this Peter, you got this”

Peter tried to give himself a little of motivation before knocking on your door,however he couldn’t find the strength to raise his hand and knock on it, he felt like a bundle of nerves! None of his previous fights or encounters had him feeling this way, he seriously needed to control himself! Peter tried once again to knock on the door only to be stopped when the door opened completely, revealing Y/n in her pj’s and her glasses, apparently ready to go to bed.

Both teenagers looked at each other with complete shook in the faces, one behind his mask of course. The girl was completely speechless, she couldn’t believe the Spider Man was in front of her! And had seen her in just some sweats! She blushed deeply as she realised her appearance.

Peter tried to think of something, anything to say to her, however he couldn’t seem to find the words. After a long silence Y/n finally broke the silence as she leaned against the door.

“I can’t believe Spider Man is at my door! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The girl was trying to keep it together, however she was still freaking out, but she couldn’t let her stupid crush affect her! This was her chance to get to know him! She could feel her flirtier side creeping up, trying to smile wider and lean closer to the boy.

“Well- I umhh- I just wanted to- you know- visit my favorite Stark” Peter said as he tried to recover from his initial shook.

“Then I guess you are looking for my dad, however he is not around”

“I actually meant you, I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time now”

The girl was surprised by what the boy had just said. Did he know her? How come they had never met before?

Y/n started moving inside her bedroom once again, looking over her shoulder to continue “Since I’ve got no plans for tonight you might want to hang for a while, you know, to get to know each other and stuff”

Peter did not need to be told twice before he followed her around and into her room. Well, bedroom was an understatement to what her place really looked liked. It seemed more like a apartment of her own, with a big tv are, followed by what appeared to be her studio with a shit ton of books and finally her actual bed. She went into the couch in front the TV as Peter followed her close behind. She finally seated down facing the boy.

“Why are you here with me right now and not saving the world as usual?”

“Can’t a man take a break every once in awhile? Besides, I’m pretty sure your dad is taking care of that at the moment”

“You are probably right, sooo anyways..You said you had wanted to meet me for a long time, so here I am, what is it that you wanna know?”

“Well nothing in particular- it’s just that- you are- you are a really beautiful girl”

The girl felt herself blush at the words of the boy behind the mask. He probably did have a thing for her then? There was only one way to find out the truth.

Y/n leaned closer to Peter, looking into what she supposed were his eyes and took him by the shoulder as she played with the curls in the back of his head.

“So you think I’m a beautiful girl?” She said with a teasing voice, trying to make the boy a little nervous, obviously succeeding.

“The most gorgeous I’ve meet”

Peter could say this without any hesitation. Right in front of him was the most beautiful girl on earth. Her big eyes were looking at him and she was even closer than before, he was getting kind of nervous, but her fingers in his hair kept him just in place, right where she wanted him.

“So if I’m so beautiful, how come you’ve never paid me a visit before?”

She had started talking in mere whispers, now moving her other hand into his chest, playing with the material of his suit.

“I wanted to!- I totally wanted to but- you know your dad’s rules right? I’m not really allowed to”

She started to lift his mask, revealing only his mouth before saying.

“Well Spider-boy, you should already know I don’t play by my father’s rules”

Right after she finished she crashed her lips into Peter’s making the boy let out a surprised gasp. He was kissing her! They were kissing! He couldn’t believe it!

Meanwhile the girl was feeling exactly the same. She didn’t knew where she got the guts to do it, but she was glad she did.

His fingers sanked  into her hair as they continued kissing, Peter finally out of his trance brought his other hand to the girl’s face and cupped it, deepening the kiss further.

He felt himself biting into the girl’s lips, as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Y/n pulled apart only to straddle his hips with her thighs and roll her hips along the way, giving them both a little of the friction they needed, but not enough.

Peter grabbed her waist trying to pull her closer to him, his hand making their way to her legs, touching and stroking her thighs. They were heavy breathing, kissing longer, harder, rougher. Both teenagers tried to take and taste as much as possible, urgent and desperately, fighting for dominance.

He pulled apart and went straight for her neck, sucking and biting, leaving what would sure become hickeys by the morning. His morning somewhat bored with her long legs moved to her hips once again, before sliding under her t-shirt and holding her closer, moving his hand right under her bra.

The soft whimpers that would leave her mouth every time he bite a specific part kept him going. Another movement yet another time they would feel that friction and that need to pull harder at the other.

Y/n as getting pretty tired of that stupid mask getting in the way, so she pulled apart ready to get it off him, however a noise down the kitchen distracted her. She heard her dad’s voice calling for her! The whole team was there already? How had they missed it?

Peter realised the situation as well  as he quickly pull stood up and headed towards the window.

“I really have to get going, I’m sorry!”

“Will I see you again?”

Peter pulled the girl close to him for one last kiss, a long lingering one. A kiss he had dreamed over and over again.

“Sooner than you think”

With this last words the boy pulled his mask down and disappeared through the window, swinging his way from building to building.

Man! He could not wait to tell Ned the good news!

Phil’s Livestream // 2.2.17

He’s wearing the black tiger bomber jacket

Thank you for all the lovely birthday wishes

He went for a jog today

Birthday haul

Martyn got him grey shoes with turquoise laces

“Damn I’m gonna look good in these”

He’s really bad at tying shoes

“I’m a sock guy”

He got a Rewined candle (it smells burnt vanilla-y)

He got a beetle jumper from his parents

Dan got him sushi gummies that have chopsticks and everything

He ate them on tour so it was made him nostalgic for tatinof

Taste test

He also got a book about socks, firefly on blu ray, and a terrarium that his friends made for him

“Don’t smash it like Dan did”

Dan also got him a big green lava lamp that he finds very relaxing

They hung out by the seaside a lot

They had afternoon tea which is his favorite part about living in the UK

His mum made him a cake that looked like he was lying in a ball pit

It wasn’t red velvet but there was so much flavor on top red velvet would’ve probably made him explode

He had lots of sugar induced dreams

“I was more garlic bread than human”

They watched Hunter for the Wilderpeople which he really liked 

He emu egg hatched into a full grown emu 

It’s name is Addywoo

“Don’t emu shame”

He wants the Nintendo Switch but big hands

“I’m like a titan”

Does Beauty and the Beast need a remake? Who knows? We’ll see

He wished for wishes but he told us he wished for wishes so does he get wishes who knows

He’s going to let Dan tell the falling story

“It was a mix of hilarious and genuine concern”

He actually did hurt his wrist and knee

“He’s a tall guy so it’s a long way to fall”

New AmazingPhil video 

“Mainly pregnancy is what it sounds like. So I may be pregnant.”

Maybe he predicted Beyonce’s babies 

The magic 8 ball confirmed that he’s the psychic link to Beyonce’s future

He asked the magic 8 ball some questions from us

“Don’t get the started on the quickening”

*Smacking the 8 ball* “Stop being rude”

It said yes to him getting a dog

“A dog is on the horizon”

He went on this cliff path with his family and Dan which was supposed to be really fun but it was a little too intense for him 

He stood in some sheep poo

If he does anything interesting he’ll do a Day in the Life but not just an ordinary day

Dan’s legs and eyebrows were never found btw

He had really great fish and chips last night

Groundhog Day 

He got sushi for his birthday celebration with his friends and they got a tasting menu it was nice

Who’s Your Daddy discussion 

New gaming video this weekend 

He played Mario Kart this morning 

The dead pigeon story

“I hope you’re all good and I hope you’ll have a lovely weekend… and as the magic 8 ball said you’re going to have a lovely day tomorrow”

Goodbye via emu residue 

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Heart on the Line (part 1)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1516
warnings: smutty smut smut and dirty talk (future chapters)

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Uptown Girl

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: hi i’ve come back from the dead lol (this is also gonna be in peter’s POV)

Peter Parker x Reader 

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Originally posted by spiderholland

“Are you coming over tonight?” My friend, Ned Leeds, said.

“I can’t. I have the Stark internship.” I opened my locker to avoid looking at him. He would see right through my lies.

“Again? Didn’t you go there yesterday too?” Ned leaned against the locker beside me.

“Well, Mr. Stark expects me to work hard. I don’t wanna let him down.”

“Don’t you think you’re working a little too hard?” Ned crossed his arms.

“No! I just want to-”

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Draco Dating You, a Hufflepuff Would Include...

Request from @rainbowxmisa: Hey, if it doesn’t bother you, can you write an imagine of how it be Draco dating a Hufflepuff student? Thanks! :)
PS: I really love your stories

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  • He tried to hide his emotions at first
  • He failed
  • He’d always kind of ignored the house, but when he saw you he asked everyone what you were like
  • He eventually asked you out with a bunch of roses
  • You obviously said yes
  • He never realised how kind, loyal and fun the Hufflepuffs were
  • He’d have a secret fondness for the colour yellow
  • “But green’s still you’re favourite colour, right?”
  • “Obviously, Blaise.”
  • He’d laugh with all the guys in the Hufflepuff common room (surprising, I know)
  • He’d cuddle you until you fell asleep, although sometimes you were the big spoon
  • You’d have like, amazing sex but you wanted to wait until you were ready
  • Draco understood and was really chivalrous about it
  • He’d look over to you at parties and stare because you were oh so beautiful when you were having fun
  • He loves knowing you always have his back
  • You’d promise to revise together but it always ended in a game of hide and seek in the library
  • Draco watching you bite your lip when you read
  • Chuckling because you always get bored after about two minutes
  • Nose kisses
  • Draco likes to pull his hands through your hair
  • He also likes it when you moan into his kisses when he knots strands around his fingers
  • You somehow managed to change Draco’s views on everything
  • You were like, the coolest couple
  • You’d turn up to costume parties wearing the best outfits
  • “I didn’t know Draco liked doing human things?”
  • “It’s Y/N. She’s amazing.”
  • Draco would get super jealous when anyone did so much as smile at you
  • You’d find it sweet but you told him to stop
  • “I love you, only you, and I will for as long as you want me to.”
  • “I know, love.”
  • Draco’s hugs when he knew you were going through a tough time
  • Staring up at the stars when it all got a bit too much
  • “Do you think I’m a bad person?”
  • “Y/N, you don’t have a bad bone in your body.”
  • Dumbledore awarding you fifty points just for being a cute couple
  • “And fifty points to Y/N and Draco because they’ve shown how love can be found even in the darkest of times.”
  • Running to Draco when Cedric came back with Harry from the maze
  • Him holding you as you cry from shock, Draco standing there as he comprehends how he was joking with the boy in the common room the night before
  • Because you’d somehow changed Draco’s views on dark magic
  • You first told him you loved him under the stars
  • “You’re the one person I know I can’t live without. I love you.”
  • “I love you too. More than you know.”
  • Most importantly, you saved each other

cause of death: au fics where lance spends months gushing to shiro about this beautiful emo boy he’s stupidly pining over, only for keith to show up one day and start talking with shiro like it’s no big deal, and lance is really confused over how they know each other only for it to suddenly dawn on him that kEITH IS SHIRO’S BROTHER AND HOLY SHIT HE’S JUST SPENT THE PAST 6 MONTHS CONSISTENTLY RANTING TO  SHIRO  ABOUT HOW MUCH HE WANTS TO HOLD HANDS AND MAKE OUT WITH HIS LITTLE BROTHER RIP HIS SOUL

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It’s no small feat.
It took a leader hiding pain and exhaustion under a careless laugh, an artist brimming with inspiration despite his tears, a friend with a big heart and warm hands to take away the difficult times; a dreamer with ambition and hope to inspire confidence, and an intelligent soul with the wisdom to make the tough decisions in a midst of awe and confusion, to paint this canvas. Here is to five incredible men who work so hard to fill the voids in our hearts with holes in their own. Here is to five brave men who stand to fight the odds again. Here is to Highlight. 


It really is still beautiful.

Midnight Talks Pt. One || Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by space1boy

(not my gif)

Word Count: 743 words

Pairing: Spider-Man x reader

You turned to look at the alarm clock. 12:00 am. Thinking about how much school was going to suck tomorrow due to your terrible sleep schedule, you decided to turn off the lights and try to get some sleep. All that was going through your mind was Peter Parker. He is something else. His hair is so fluffy and his eyes are the color of chocolate. Peter and his dumb science jokes are only some of the reasons why you like him so much. He is just, amazing. (see what i did there)

Glancing at your phone one last time, a loud sudden banging at your window startled you. “What the hell…” You muttered under your breath as you started slowly walking towards the glass pane, scarred to death at who would be at your window at midnight.

You stood in front of the clear glass in shock at the red and blue suit. It was Spider-Man. THE fucking Spider-Man. And he did not look like he was having a good day.

You pushed open the window and grabbed the man’s very muscular arm to guide him into your bedroom. “Shit, shit, shit. Dude, are you okay?” You asked as the city’s hero was now on your floor, on his stomach, groaning in plain. “Yeah I’m, I’m okay.” He said trying to get up off the floor, getting onto his hands and knees before he fell back down.

“Do you need anything?” You asked, worried about the man, who sounded almost like a teenager. “Ummm, I-I just. Who are you? Where’s Ned?” He asked through gritted teeth. “Sorry buddy, there isn’t a Ned that lives here. But I’m Y/N and I think you might need an ice pack or something,” you answered. “and maybe an Advil.”

“Y-yes please. That would be awesome.” Spider-Man replied. You rushed to grab a frozen bag of some random food to use as a makeshift ice pack and a glass of water before heading towards your bathroom. You very quietly searched for the pill bottle to not disturb your family. After a few seconds or searching, you grabbed the Advil and tiptoed back to your bedroom. You silently shut the room’s door and turned around to see that the “man” was now leaning against your bed. You went and sat next to him as you handed him the frozen bag, and opened the pill bottle to give him the medicine. “Thanks.” He muttered as he but the bag of frozen food against his ribs before chucking the pills in his mouth and chugging the water.

“So, Spider-Dude,” you said while taking the glass away from his gloved hand and placing it on the floor, ”why did you umm, crawl through my window? Like out of all the windows in this big city?” You asked, looking at where you assumed his eyes would be.  "Well,” he sighed, “I thought this was someone else’s room. So imagine my surprise when I find a very beautiful girl standing above my crippled body.“ He chuckled at the entire situation. Boy, was it a mess.

…..Spider-Man thinks I’m pretty. THE Spider-Man thinks I’m pretty.

“Is this actually happening right now or am I just dreaming?” You asked yourself. This time, you both chuckled. “Well, as much as this hurts my ego, I did in fact groan in pain on your floor just a few minutes ago.” You laughed, he was such a funny guy.

“How old are you?” You questioned out of the blue. “What?” Spider-Man asked back, kind of surprised by your question. “I mean, you sound so young you know? Not to be rude but you don’t really sound like a man.”

“Wow, Y/N. That hurts.” He said dramatically, while putting his hand over his heart. “No, I’m just, younger than most superheroes.” He answered.

“And yet you still are one of the best heroes out there.” You told him with a kind smile.

Even though you couldn’t see it, he smiled under the mask. “That means a lot, actually. Thank you.” Spider-Man said. He was about to say something else when the two of you heard police sirens in the distance. He sighed, as he stood up, leaving the frozen bag on the floor. “That’s my cue. See you around Y/N.” He said as he ran towards the window.

“You too, Spider-Man.” You said back, just before he jumped out of the window and went back to saving the city.

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Dark Lovers [5]

An AU Series

Character Pairing: AU!DemonKing Steve Rogers x AU!Demon Bucky Barnes x AU!Angel Female Reader

Word Count: 3,422

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Explicit Smut! M/M/F Threesome, blindfold, sensation play, fingering, oral (female and male receiving), choking, gagging, unprotected sex (sheath the meat before you beat), dirty talk, language, and NSFW gif in the middle.

A/N: As always, thank you to the superb @apolla62200 for her wonderful ideas and help in bringing this story to life! I’m so sorry this took so long, but life is funny sometimes! 

One - Two - Three - Four

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“Where have you been sneaking off to every day?”

Wanda turned and looked at Rumlow as he approached her. She rolled her eyes and continued walking.

“Hey,” he said catching up to her. He caught her forearm and swung her around to face him. “Come on, you can talk to me, we’re all friends here.”

She laughed with a sneer, “You don’t have friends Brock.”

He backed her against the wall, eyes turning red. “Do you want to be my friend?”

Scoffing, she brought her hands to push him away. “Leave me alone.” She tried conjuring her power, but was blocked.

Brock’s smile was twisted. He lifted a demon inhibitor collar up and twirled it around his finger. “Wouldn’t this be fun to wear for me?” He leaned closer to her, his voice dropping low, “To be completely at my mercy without your magic?”

A sliver of fear raced down her spine, but she squared her shoulders and pushed against him with her all her might. He backed up a couple of steps and she moved away from him. “If you leave now, I won’t tell Bucky and Steve about this.”

His eyes shone bright, the red hue flashing across her. “They don’t scare me.”


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Home (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

In which Bucky Barnes is hopelessly in love and everything is soft. 

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Summary: The Reader and Bucky are having a lazy, late night like any other they’ve had since they started dating… but it ends up being a lot more. 

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (romantic) 

Warning(s): Swearing, EXTREME FLUFF AND SOFTNESS 

Inspiration: My own loser-y hopeless romantic thoughts/desires, jasmine tea, fairy light, and Hearts Don’t Break Around Here by Ed Sheeran

Word count: 1,094

A/N: I almost made myself cry with this, which is very unusual and… embarrassing. Oops. I wrote Bucky fluff! Because I love him and he deserves all the good things… this is so fluffy I know. So fluffy. I had this half-finished in Google Docs for awhile and it’s finally finished… I just ended up being in the mood, I guess. I really love this. Hope you like it! 


Bucky had never been so at peace. It wasn’t the soft glow of fairy lights and candles bathing the loft apartment’s walls. It wasn’t the smell of jasmine tea or his favourite second-hand quilt thrown over his legs. And although it was a lovely sound, it wasn’t Ed Sheeran’s magical voice floating from the record player placed haphazardly in the stuffed-full bookshelf. It was you.

You lay between Bucky’s legs, your back against his chest, eyes closed, mouthing lyrics as Ed sung them. Your eyelashes cast shadows on your cheeks, making you look softer, more like art. It was you who made him realize that people could be art and you who had gotten him into photography, out of the desire to always capture the beauty around him. You were wearing his boxers, his t-shirt… he had his own half of the dresser in your apartment. He barely ever left. At least three of your beloved mugs were solely for Bucky’s use and he’d named three of your newest plants. He might have his own apartment, but this was his home. You were his home.

He itched to take a photograph. Things were so… perfect. Relaxed, contented. Bucky had never expected to be content after everything he’d been through… to be happy. To be so in love with the most beautiful, wonderful person after everything he’d been through. Moving slowly, carefully, Bucky reached for his polaroid camera (a birthday present from you) on the coffee table in front of him. He didn’t want you to notice what he was doing and move, thus ruining the perfect image. He gently closed his metal fingers around the camera, leaning as little as possible as he resumed his previous position. Just as he clicked the button, you lazily opened your eyes.

“Did I ruin your picture, Buck?” Your soft voice seeped into the air, raising goosebumps on Bucky’s flesh arm. He laughed quietly, leaning down to kiss your temple.

“Might not be what I first saw… but you could never ruin a photo, doll.” He hummed, kissing the top of your head, smoothing his thumb over your shoulder. The corner of your lips twitched, curving up into a crooked, sleepy grin seconds later.

“You’re so fucking cheesy, Barnes,” Your tone was light, amused, your eyes sparkling in the low light as you gazed adoringly up at your boyfriend.

“Y’know,” Bucky gently squeezed your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine, “most people call that charmin’ or romantic…” A laugh bubbled from your lips, full of affection. 

“Yeah, but I’m not most people, baby. Not sure if you noticed… and I love it anyways. Y’know. Because of that hopeless romantic bullshit my heart decided to torture me with before I met you.” Your hand slid up to rest over Bucky’s, causing butterflies to take over his stomach. “My heart is a bit of a little jackass.” You commented thoughtfully afterwards. Bucky found himself laughing again, bringing his forehead down to rest against yours.

“Your heart is not a jackass,” He whispered, “it’s beautiful. Big, beautiful and all mine.” You shuddered against Bucky’s chest when his voice dropped low.

“All yours, indeed,” You purred, tilting your chin up to kiss the tip of Bucky’s nose. The song dwindled, almost at the end. You knew that your new favourite song was next. So did Bucky. 

“Wanna dance with me, doll?” You bit your lip in an attempt to stifle a giddy, toothy smile. “I know this is your favourite song…” Bucky coaxed, nuzzling the top of your head. You wriggled off of Bucky, standing and extending a hand towards him, a ghost of the hidden smile tugging at your lips. Bucky took it, his lips twitching up to match your smile, pushing himself up off of the couch. There was barely any space between the two of you. Just how he liked it.

Bucky wrapped his arms gently around your waist, burying his face in your soft neck. You smelled like everything that made him feel safe. Bucky only pulled back, just the slightest bit, when the song began. He slid one arm around the small of your back and captured your hand in his free one. You blushed. No matter how long you’d been with him, Bucky could make you blush like no one else. Slowly, the two of you started to sway. 

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pd101 boys as boyfriends

i’m only doing a few aka my faves. if you want to request someone you don’t see, hit me up <3

im youngmin

  • insists on walking you to your door after a date
  • ur whole family loves him
  • super smily around you
  • randomly says things like “you look really nice in this lighting”
  • when y’all say goodbye, he doesn’t let go of ur hand
  • will talk to you on the phone all night

ong seongwoo

  • is dumb
  • but u still luv him
  • “i seriously forreal very a lot really really really… love you”
  • supports you in everything you do
  • your cheerleader
  • switches places with u so he can walk on the part of the sidewalk that’s closer to the street

park woojin

  • tells you to change when u wear a something that more than three inches over your knees
  • “dont you have pants?”
  • “these are my longest pairs of shorts and it’s hot outside”
  • “let’s just stay inside then…”
  • falls asleep while facetiming

jung sewoon

  • writes u songs
  • will run to u in the middle of the night to listen to a new song he made
  • cant romance
  • awkward in public; less awkward in private
  • looks at you lovingly
  • sings “ponyo ponyo ponyo~” a lot
  • probably the type to give backhugs <3

kim jonghyun

  • likes to rest his head on ur shoulders a lot
  • says things like “ur so beautiful. i’m a zero compared to u”
  • and ur like ?/ ?¿¿¿????//¿¿?// ¿dafuq u mean boy?
  • treats u to ice cream
  • wipes ur hands clean when the ice creams melts
  • forehead kisses

kim yongguk

  • plays with ur hands a lot
  • sings u to sleep
  • omg so he’ll be big spoon and he’ll also be singing and you can feel the vibration from his chest on ur back while cuddling im livid
  • gets shy when he sees u wear his clothes
  • buys matching socks
  • ur so confused by him bc one second he’s fLAMING HOT HOT HOT and then 0.1 seconds later he’s giggly and cute like ? ?¿?
Sunday Mornings (Smut)

Materlist

A/N: This is requested. I’m not sure how I feel about this, but here you go, then I might just delete it later. 

Word count: 2,536

“Are you watching me sleep again?” I asked, covering my face with my palms.

I still didn’t open my eyes, nor did I unravel myself from the comfy position under the warm blanket.

Sundays were for staying in bed. At least that was my opinion. Shawn on the other hand, had a hard time spending his time doing absolutely nothing. Usually, he would go to the gym early in the morning, before I’d even opened my eyes.

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Night Moves (Part 1)

Originally posted by rocksaroundthesuns

Summary: The reader hooks up with a guy she meets at a bar one night after she gets to the town where her childhood friend, Jess, is getting married in a few days time, leading to some unintended consequences…

Pairing: au!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: Hope you enjoy part 1!…


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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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Oh What A Night

Stiles did not hesitate outside Derek’s door. He hesitated in the parking lot, far enough away that Derek wouldn’t be able to hear his heartbeat and know that he was there for ten minutes before actually coming in. After those ten minutes were up, he took a deep breath and forced himself out of the Jeep.

He barged into Derek’s loft without bothering to knock, just like he usually did, and Derek didn’t even bother looking up from his book. It was something in French, it looked like, which was just not fair because how dare Derek be both ridiculously attractive and also fluently multilingual?

Sties did not let himself be distracted by the hot professor look Derek had going on with the French book and the steaming mug of tea and the argyle sweater, all laid out on the leather couch and soaked in sunbeams from the large wall of windows.

“Derek, my main man, I have a proposition for you.”

Derek looked up then, but only to raise an eyebrow at him. When Stiles didn’t break under the force of his judgment and go scurrying back from whence he came, Derek reluctantly closed his book and set it aside.

“I’m pretty sure Scott is your main man,” he said lightly. “And what proposition is this?”

“How would you like to help me stick it to some bigots?”

Both Derek’s eyebrows went up this time and Stiles mentally patted himself on the back for making him look so surprised. Getting any expression out of Derek Hale that wasn’t judgy or unimpressed was an accomplishment and Stiles kept a running tally of how many times he managed it.

“What kind of bigots?” Derek asked with caution that was both insulting and also probably warranted considering some of Stiles’ past shenanigans. “And stick it to them how exactly?”

Stiles took another deep breath and hoped his erratic heartbeat wasn’t giving him away. He was not going to let his awkwardness and inability to control his autonomic functions around Derek ruin his plan, not when the plan was so wonderfully petty and promised to be so very satisfying.

“Okay, so…” Stiles clapped his hands together and then held them out to the side, barely restraining the urge to do jazz hands. “I don’t know if you heard, but I came out at school a few weeks ago,” he said. “One seriously bisexual dude, right here, newly out and proud.”

“Oh,” Derek said, his beautiful face—a face worthy of a sexuality crisis, not that Stiles was ever, ever going to tell him about that—not really looking any more or less surprised than before the big revelation. “I hadn’t heard,” he said. “But that’s good. The out and proud part, I mean,” he added quickly. “Not the bigots, which are unfortunate but do make more sense with some context.”

“Yeah. Overall, it’s been fine,” Stiles said, tucking his hands into his pockets so he didn’t do something stupid like make finger guns. He had a tendency to make finger guns at inappropriate moments. “You know, most people really don’t care. But some people are just naturally douchebags.”

“Are they giving you trouble?” Derek asked, a frown creeping onto his face.

Stiles waved him off, then re-pocketed his hand.

“Keep the claws in, Sourwolf. I’m not getting shoved into lockers or anything. It’s just like…”

Stiles chewed on his lip, fighting back the wave of irritation that always accompanied his run-ins with the douchebags.

“Like, some of them insist that I’m actually gay and just too much of a coward to say it outright,” he said. “Others say I’m actually straight but can’t get a girl to sleep me, so I thought I’d try my hand at guys instead because I’m that undesirable and desperate to get laid. I’m just indecisive and greedy and afraid of commitment. That kind of bullshit.”

Derek was scowling outright now, hands fisted like he might actually pop his claws on Stiles’ behalf.

“That is bullshit,” he said heatedly. “But what do you want me to do about it? I’m assuming you’re not here to get me to tear their throats out.”

He looked like he might actually do it, though, if Stiles asked him to, and that warmed Stiles’ cold little heart.

“Uh, no,” Stiles said with a chuckle. “No, that seemed like a little much in the circumstances.”

“Then how am I supposed to help you get back at them?”

“By going to prom with me.”

Stiles was not surprised that this proclamation was met with silence.

“By going to…what?” Derek asked, righteous anger replaced by utter confusion.

“Prom,” Stiles repeated. “My senior prom. With me. As my date. Well, as one of my dates, actually.”

“Dates. Plural.”

“These assholes keep insisting that I have to ‘pick a side,’” Stiles said, air quotes and all. “They think I can’t like both women and men, or that neither women nor men could ever like me. I want to prove them wrong. I want to show up to prom with two dates, a boy and a girl, and rub it in all their faces that both my dates are hotter than any of theirs.”

Stiles ran a hand through his hair, his confidence in his brilliant plan waning ever so slightly in the face of Derek’s lack of reaction. He was just kind of staring. Maybe Stiles had finally come up with something so outlandish that he broke Derek. Or maybe Derek was going to clock him in the face and be horribly offended that Stiles was objectifying him or something.

“Erica already agreed to be my girl-date,” Stiles told him. “She’s actually really excited about it. A chance to flaunt her stuff and deliberately make a scene all night long? That’s right up her alley. And you…well, you are by far the most attractive guy I know, so I just thought…”

“You want me to go to senior prom with you, just to be your arm candy?” Derek asked slowly.

Stiles cringed.

“Uh, yeah, that sounds about right. But it’s for a good cause!”

There was another excruciatingly long beat of silence, and then Derek laughed. He laughed hard, head thrown back against the couch cushions, hands slapping against his knees, face scrunched up and shiny bunny teeth on full display. It was the kind of laugh that made Stiles’ heart skip a beat and he was very glad Derek was too preoccupied with his amusement to notice.

“Is this a good laugh or a bad laugh?” Stiles asked.

“Good laugh,” Derek choked out through continued chuckles, wiping at his streaming eyes.

“So does that mean you’ll do it?”

“Yeah,” Derek said, looking up at him with a smile that could stop wars. “Yeah, I’ll do it. Sounds like a good time to me. And, like you said, it’s definitely for a good cause.”

Stiles fist-pumped, already reveling in triumph at the thought of the looks that would be on those biphobic douchebags’ faces.

“I do have one condition, though.” Derek said.

“Anything, dude, you’re the best and I owe you, like, every favor on the planet.”

Derek’s smile widened, a gleam in his eye that made Stiles the tiniest bit hot under the collar.

“I get to pick your suit.”

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Hate To See You Go (Grayson)

Summary: Based off of this ask. You’re a teacher at Grayson’s daughter’s kindergarten and it’s Mother’s Day.
Word Count: 4,463
Warnings: Actual daddy!Gray. Daddy kink (if you squint).
A/N: I swear, I received this ask 3 weeks ago and it’s still stuck on my mind. So I hope you like this, leave feedback if you want to!! This turned out to be longer than intended, yikes xx


The first time you saw Grayson Dolan was when his daughter, Penelope fell off a swing during recess and scraped her knee. She’d cried as you stroked her hair, pointing at her bloody knee while telling you of how she’d tried to stand up on the swing, her foot slipping in process which had caused her to fall off. It wasn’t that bad. In fact, it was a small scrape but it still made your heart squeeze in your chest when you looked over her tear-stained face, her hand squeezed into a small fist as she rubbed her eye.

You’d taken her to your own classroom, calling her father in the process. His voice had sounded deep and it kind of shocked you for a moment. It had been two months since the term had started and Penelope had been brought to kindergarten by her Aunt Cameron. You’d been so curious as to why her father was never around, but Penelope had explained how her father was working early hours and he never had time to take her to preschool; which, you never frowned over that because there were plenty of parents who worked their butts off, having a relative or even a nanny drop their children off in your classroom.

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