i am so sorry it is short and horrible!

Seven Minutes In Heaven (Pt. 1 of 5)

Author: ceruleanbucky

Pairing: None yet, (eventual Steve x Mutant!Reader x Bucky [no Stucky, sorry])

Warnings: Language, mentions of a one-night stand, drinking.

Words:  603 (I know it’s short but there’s going to be five parts.)

YES HI IT IS I and I am back again! I am so horrible at updating, and I’m really sorry about that. I’m trying to write more, but it’s really hard for me because my depression takes away from my motivation and it’s a whole shit show. I’m going to do a bunch of writing over the next few days, though. The next part will be up fairly soon. Hope you homies enjoy!

“Ha! You didn’t think I would be able to do it! You didn’t think I would be able to win! Steve, you owe me a hundred bucks!” You yell triumphantly, after pinning Bucky to the wall with your powers. Bucky looks at you weirdly as you hold him there, but you brush it off. Steve hands you five 20’s and you happily pocket them.

“Hey, Y/N, you can let me go now.” Bucky mutters, reminding you that he was indeed being held by you.

“Oh, yeah” You mutter, releasing him. He falls to the floor, chuckling.

“What’re you laughing about?” You ask, a curious smile playing on your face.

“Oh, I thought of something to ask you when we play our weekly game of truth or dare.” He smirks, instantly making you wonder what the question is.

“Oh no.” You say, faking your fear.

“Oh yes.” He says, while walking out the gym doors with Steve.

Two days later you walk into one of the living rooms, searching for the rest of the team. You’re surprised to only find Steve and Bucky.

“Yo, where’s the rest of the team?” You ask, plopping down on the couch with Bucky, your legs instantly finding their homes on his lap. His hands land on top of them, sticking to routine.

“They’re on a mission. Your legs are really soft.” Bucky says, continuing to rub your sore muscles. You can’t help but find his comment adorable, as well as his seemingly shocked facial expressions.

“Yeah, I used my winnings to go to the spa. Got some waxing done. It didn’t cover the whole cost, but hey, who am I to complain?” You shrug, still proud about winning the fight. Steve walks into the room with various alcohols, including a bottle of Asguardian mead.

”Wow, Steve, looking to get drunk? We don’t usually play with alcohol.” You snicker, curious about the change. He just rolls his eyes and gives a vague response about honesty and lack of inhibition making the game better. Can’t argue there.

Once everyone has a drink, you decide to start the game out, immediately setting the tone for what kind of game it will be.

“Steve! Truth or Dare!” You say excitedly, wanting to get on with the game.

“Truth,” he mutters, slightly anxious.

“When was the last time you had sex?” You pry, making turn beet red. He starts blathering on about how he can’t remember, but Bucky interjects with the proper answer.

“Last night. He went to a bar and picked someone up.” Bucky says, laughing, finishing his drink then reaching for another. You start cackling, and reciting the mini speech that Steve gave earlier in the week about honesty, earning a laugh from Bucky and a death glare from Steve.

“Did you go with him?” You ponder aloud, wondering how he knew this. Bucky winces, and you know that the answer is no.

“We share a bedroom wall. Neither of them were particularly quiet.”  Bucky sighs, cringing at the memories of the moans from his best friend and some random girl from the bar. You look over at Steve, who is still more red than Wanda’s magic.

“OK, moving on. Bucky, Truth or Dare?” Steve asks, clearly wanting to steer the conversation away from his one-night stand.

“Dare,” he says with a mixture of confidence and apprehension, the latter of which grows when Steve smiles evilly at you and Bucky. Your smirk fades, and you mirror the same look as the metal armed man sitting next to you.

“ Bucky, I dare you to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with Y/N.”

Tired [Part:5]
  • Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Joker x Reader x Peter Parker/Spiderman.
  • AU included: DC/MARVEL. Possible Suicide Squad.
  • Prompt: You had enough with Jerome as he keeps seducing other girls in front of you so you plan to leave him and go to New York. Where you will find yourself stuck in the web of another bug who will fall in love with you.

Hey guys! long time no see, and yes I am back! This past few months have been horrible and tiring. I decided to take a 2 weeks break from tumblr because I’m failing in class (DAMN YOU QUADRATIC EQUATIONS!) then when I’m done I forgot my password literally! And when I’m done changing it my laptop broke! Which I mind you this draft was in that laptop so I’m really sorry guys! I promise to update more forgive me! ;-;

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There were many reasons for you to hate the Joker based on your perspective point of view and one of them includes his antics and psychotic thinking. So expect his plans gruesome, it would be fun to say at least to be applied to others but now. His victim is you.

Did you miss me, darling?” he chortled and moved forward along with the other members beside him.

He looked the same but there are most definitely major changes, for example. His face, it was stapled on his head. His outfit too, from ‘The boy from Prison’ to ‘A Ringmaster that would kill you’.

Bucky pushed you further away, both of his pistols with a silencer plugged in aimed towards the man. “Tell me, (Y/N). Is this Jerome?” Your body jolted, you once expressed the story to Bucky about Jerome but it seems like he didn’t care at all at that time.  Fact-wise, you didn’t knew that Bucky cared about you a lot throughout the weeks and even included you to one of his dear companions inside his mind. He is just reluctant since he fear that the Winter Soldier inside him would rise once again so suddenly, so he distanced himself away from you.

“Yes.” You managed to stammer out at your condition.

“You’re a strong girl (Y/N), now run and call help.”

You stared at Bucky like he was nuts, your mind started to advocate and theorize saying that there’s a possibility that if you escaped Bucky could die, Jerome could outsmart you, and many more. But looking at his pleading brown eyes told you to run. So you did, and boy you were fast. You were guilty of leaving Bucky alone but he was right, you don’t have any weapons that you are specialized around except the gun that Bucky held so to help him, you need to contact the other Avengers fast. Jerome glared at Bucky, curious who he is and annoyed. “The chicken run because of you, what are you to order her around? Her lover?” his roar full of laughter but when he said the last one, his teeth clenched together and his eyebrows furrowed.

Bucky averted his attention towards the group; he noticed that members aren’t the former MANIAX. Rather one of the new groups that escaped the prison a few days ago. “Hey, isn’t five against one a little unfair?” Bucky frowned.

“Nothing is fair in a game with me in it.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed, “Well let’s play that game of yours now shall we.”

Jerome clapped, without emotion plastered on his face and bowed as if a show is about to start. He brought out a flip phone and typed rather fast, “Now if you excuse me I need to call one of my clients and let this buffoons take care of you for a minute.” He smirked and walked towards one of the picnic table and sat on it smiling as if he was innocent.

One of the crocodile looking puffed, “We’re not buffoons.”

“Now, now mate. I say we should kill this greasy lad first. Any tic of the clock and he’ll be dead before the dessert.” A man with a boomerang said, grinning. A person in color sighed and glanced at one bald man full of tattoos, “You joining little guy?”

“No,” the bald man said with a thick accent.

This would be hard.” Bucky murmured under his breath.




Yes? ~” A chirpy voice greeted as the person saw you running towards the bathroom, locking it.  The female smiled and blew a gum as it popped and munched it once again.

“I need you to bring me (Y/N) fresh and alive, get it?”

The female giggled; “So when I do this you’ll take me on a date?” she could hear Jerome grumble at the other side of the line. “Just get her.” The phone call ended as it beeped. The female stretched her body and placed her phone in her pocket, her bat dangling on her shoulders.

“You bet’cha pudding, alive and fresh. But I won’t promise no bruises~!”




You gasped for air, thinking in a flash. You brought out your phone and dialed Peter fast, “Com’on, com’on” you muttered in frustration and within few seconds it ended. You dialed once again and fortunately he answered this time.

(Y/N)! Did you manage to get out—-“

“No time to explain,” you grasped your phone as if your life depended on it “Go to the picnic or field whatever the name of that grassland son of a bitch in your school! Bucky needs you more than I do!”

“But—“

“Harley Quinn is here!”  A lard bang could be heard outside the room, a nemesis was trying to enter the room. “What’s that?!” you could hear Peter ask and him wearing his suit. You ended the call.

The bathroom isn’t the best hiding place to hide in the game of hide n’ seek, you thought. Because of panicking too much you didn’t even think about the possibilities so you won’t let anxiety took over you. Thinking fast you closed all of the stalls and entered the last one, locking it then climbing out of the stall with the support of the toilet seat. You closed the stall that you fled with and under the sink there were small closets so you entered the one near the door so you could escape her hopefully when she bashed the last stall. You just hoped you outsmarted her on this one.

After few seconds you could hear the wooden door bashed as footsteps erupted.

Where could you be?” you could almost feel the smile she is wearing now, how you despised it.

“You know,” her voice fainted “Puddin’ asked me to fetch ye up undead.”

You could hear her pass the hiding spot you were in, you covered your mouth.

“He still loves you,” you could hear her chuckle “and that makes me feel disgusted” Harley kicked the first stall openly; she was trying to give a thrill like all the horror movies she watched with Jerome. Obviously she isn’t dumb enough to see you peeking on her so she just pretended not noticing a single thing.

“You know why he wants you alive?” she swings her bat towards another stall.

“Because he still fucking loves you.”

“He still loves me?” Harley kicked open the second to last stall as you closed your hiding spot slowly. The room ceased down which made you confused.

“Yeah, he still loves you. Not.”

In just a matter of second an insane looking woman you dragged out off your hiding spot. “I won’t promise that there’s no bruises darling!” You tried scratch her and hit her, which didn’t work, it made her slow but not enough for you to escape. Even though you were a former serial killer that didn’t mean that you were good enough to battle Harley because she is more experienced than you.

“A-ah! Sweet cheeks, Harley is about to blow your mind!” Harley shoved you towards the dirty wall. Your head shook as the cemented wall made an impact on your head and by impact it meant a lot. You’re eyes slowly giving up on you as your body twitched a little.

“And by saying that phrase I meant literally.”

The only thing you saw next was a baseball bat moving fast towards the side of your face.



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Dick is not happy at all. He will stop in his tracks and is ready to approach whoever catcall you. Dick might even begin rambling about how rude and downright horrible they are. Expect Dick to give them the most threatening glare he could give them. “Let’s go away from here.” Dick tells you as he pulls you away quickly, keeping his arms around you to keep you away from the people and he makes sure you feel better. Dick will be protective of you and if those men ever manage to touch you in any way, Dick will not hesitate to call them out or even arrest them for touching you inappropriately out in public!

Jason might do a double-take. Like did that dude seriously cat-call you with him beside you? What the actual fuck? His initial response would be to be so angry, he might not even be able to talk at that moment. Jason honestly thought they have left cat-calling to the past – why in the world is it back in the present? You probably have to pull him away immediately if you do not want things to become very ugly. By chance the person is still cat-calling you (even if Jason is already seething in anger beside you), Jason will get very aggressive and you have to hold him back. “Do not fucking disrespect my girl like that, you bastard!” Might come close to punching them but at most, Jason will probably just threaten them, rough-house them a little bit. You may have to reassure Jason repeatedly that those men are not worth his time.

Tim may be as hurt as you about the cat-calling so he will try not to show his anger when he tries to comfort you if need be. But what is most likely to happen: you would give the man a fair warning yourself. Might even go to the extent of shouting at the person for cat-calling you. Tim might have to pull you back and try to drag you away though. You would shoot the guy a dirty look so Tim really has to usher you away from the man. He doesn’t really want you to be hitting anyone because he knows you will probably regret putting someone in the hospital. “I’m so mad is that the mouth you use to kiss your own mother!?”

Damian probably doesn’t understand cat-calling as much so he might even laugh it off initially because the thought of cats calling is rather funny. When someone finally points out that cat-calling isn’t cats calling but something most men do when they are too full of themselves, Damian might even think it’s really stupid. It’s really idiotic for other men to cat-call you when it is obvious that you are with him. But the moment he sees that you are uncomfortable with the cat-calling, Damian will either hold you close or end up punching the men. The fact that someone is looking at you like an object disgusts the both of you a whole lot. Damian might even do both to be quite honest. “Let’s go, Y/N. It’s far much too crowded here.”

anonymous asked:

Omg I'm so so sorry i just realized i forgot to mention who !! (I'm the anon from the 39/42 prompts) wow great job me I'm sorry >< It was with Sirius ! (Sorry again!)

Don’t worry about it, hun, its totally fine, thank you so much for your compliments. This is long and full of angst and it…it was sadder than I thought it would be but I am horrible so I kind of like it? I hope you do, too. 

39. “Please come home, I miss you.” and 42. “I’m pregnant.” 

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London bakes in a merciless heatwave, cooking anything that even dares to step out into the streets. You lie on his bed in nothing but a bra and some shorts, fanning yourself with your hand because your skin feels as though it may catch fire. He lies beside you, staring up at the ceiling, cursing the world for not allowing underage wizards to use magic.

The anxiety crashes over you once again as you lie there, listening to Sirius talk. It’s unbearable. It is closing in on your shoulders and your skull is cracking from the pressure of it all. Not to mention the strange aches and pains as your body tries to adjust to this…new intruder.

You have to tell him. One way or another. And you don’t mean to, but suddenly your mouth is open and your lips are moving and words are bursting from your throat.

I’m pregnant.” You interrupt him mid-lecture and a smile splits across his face before he barks out a laugh.

“With what, a hippogriff?” You look at him, your expression solemn, and his smile fades. “You’re not joking,” he notes. And then the fear etches across his face.

A cold and heavy silence washes over the two of you and Sirius doesn’t move, he doesn’t speak, he doesn’t breathe. He’s frozen in time, lost in his mind, and you wonder what he’s thinking.

We’re just kids. Heck, Sirius has only just entered his seventh year at Hogwarts and me, my sixth. The world was our oyster and we fucked up, real bad.

“Are you sure?” he finally asks and his voice is hoarse, “We’ve been so careful…”

“No, I was careful and you were impatient,” you correct him, “though I was obviously not careful enough…”

“So what happens now?”

A beat of silence. And then – “I’m keeping the baby.”

Sirius nods.

The spot beside you is cold when you wake up the next morning.


It’s been thirty-six hours. Thirty-six hours since you’ve seen Sirius and you think you might just go out of your mind.

You’ve owled Remus, James and Peter, hoping they may know where he is and none of them seem to know. Feeling worried, hurt and confused, you rack up a mental list of all the places he could be. You, James, Remus and Peter checked the Leaky Cauldron and searched every crook and corner of Diagon Alley, finding nothing in return. You’re on the verge of tears when James pulls you aside and hands you a mirror.

“I’ve been trying to call him using our two-way mirror. He been ignoring me. But he just might listen to you.”

Taking the mirror into your hands, you stare into your reflection and in a soft whisper, you call his name. You call, you beg, you plead, but all you see in return is your own, worried gaze peering back at you.

“Sirius,” you rasp and your voice is three octaves lower, “I know you’re scared. But I am too. Have you ever thought about that? I have no idea what I’m doing, nor do I know what the future has in store. All I know is that I love you and this baby and I need you. Please come home. I miss you.

You give the mirror back to James and flee before he can see your unshed tears.


You’re sitting on the railing of your balcony when he comes and for a moment your foolish heart believes it’s Sirius. But it’s James. He stands there with his hands in his pockets looking guilty and nervous and your heart sinks.

“It’s Sirius,” he murmurs, “We found him.”

You leap to your feet and follow James into the apartment and toward the living room, out the door and into the street. Then, he throws the invisibility cloak over the two of you and you mount his broomstick.

James kicks off the ground and soars into the sky and you wrap your arms around his waist, clinging to him because, all of a sudden, you feel lightheaded. Your eyes are closed but your heart is screaming and after ten minutes or so, you feel as though you’re descending. When you open your eyes, your on the ground. In a park. In the middle of nowhere.

But there he is. He’s standing there with Remus and Peter and when you slip off the broomstick, he inhales heavily, nervous energy sparking in the air.

“What the hell is this?” You demand, marching toward him. “You disappear into thin air and–”

You’re interrupted when you realise where you are. It’s not just a park, it’s a botanical garden. And there are fairy lights hanging from the trees and hundreds of candles glowing like small tongues of fire, flickering in a summer breeze.

“(Y/N),” Sirius murmurs, taking your hand, “I know I’m not perfect. And I’m sorry that I ran away. But I needed time to set this all up so that I can redeem myself for being such a prick…” You blinked and Sirius continued to explain, “The truth is, I love you. I love you more than words can express. And this baby means more to me than my own life does. I want you both to be happy, so…”

Sirius dropped to one knee and you finally understood what the fuck was going on. “Will you, (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) marry me?”

You stared at Sirius, at his wide, hopeful eyes and his nervous smile and you wanted to punch him. You wanted to kiss him. But you did neither.

“You go missing for forty-two hours and then you propose to me? Sirius, do you realise the mess I was in when you vanished? When I thought you weren’t ever going to come home? When I thought you’d gone forever…” Sirius stared at you, his hopeful expression dropping, eyes averted in shame. He said nothing, so you continued. “Which is why I’m saying yes. I will marry you.”

There were cheers of joy and happiness as Sirius leapt to his feet, took you into his arms and kissed you passionately, twirling you as you held onto him with a tight embrace. When you both parted, Sirius pressed your foreheads together and cupped a hand over your belly as though he were hugging his child.

“We’re going to be a family,” Sirius beamed.

“Yes,” you grinned, “We are…”

Except, you wouldn’t be. Because, of course, Life is sinister and cruel and nothing more. But you were used to life and its wicked games, and so was Sirius. You were both survivors, and survivors always stick together. 


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anonymous asked:

Can you write an imagine where you and Justin have a movie and cuddle night?

Thank you for requesting! This was actually my first request, and I’m sorry it’s the last to currently come out. But it’s here now so I hope you enjoy (: I also apologise for it maybe lacking in the movie part? I plan on doing another one to post soonish, so I hope that will be better! xo

* i legit feel horrible for it being so short and basiccc. ily and sorry again *


“Justin?”

“Yeah, babe?” He mumbled, his arm tightening around you as his eyes focussed on the movie playing on the tv.

“You’re a butt.”

He laughed loudly, his infamous wide grin stretching across his face.

“And why am I a butt?”

You shrugged, tracing a random pattern onto his shirt clad chest. “Because you’re a butt,” You chuckled. “But you’re a sexy butt.”

“Was that a pun?”

“I don’t know…” You trailed off, smirking. “Did it tickle your buns?”

You cracked up laughing, eyes squeezed shut as Justin’s long sigh sounded in the distance of your laughter. “You’re horrible.” He commented.

This only made you laugh harder. “You love it, and you love me.”

“Contrary to popular belief, I only love myself.”

“That’s most definitely not contrary to popular belief.” You snorted, pulling him tighter into you.

Justin gasped, pushing you gently onto your back before rolling away from you. You laughed to yourself, watching as he rolled back, lifting himself up in order to hover over you. His eyes were bright with mirth as he softly moved the loose pieces of hair from your face.

“I love you more though.”

You grinned, heart almost bursting with happiness. “And I love you.”

He landed a soft kiss on your lips before laying back down, pulling you into him. “Now I have no idea what was happening.” He mumbled more to himself, lifting the remote to rewind it.

“To be fair,” You began. “I wasn’t even paying attention at all to the movie.”

“Then what’s the point of movie night?” He chuckled, playing the movie at the part he last was paying attention to.

“You’re the point of it, silly.”

He gave you another lingering kiss before pulling you tight against his side. He loved your leg thrown over his and your arm resting on his chest, your fingers drawing shapes on his shirt or running over his jaw.

You placed your head in the crook of his neck, letting a kiss land on the space where his neck and shoulder meet. You smiled to yourself, this moment couldn’t get any better. All you seemed to need was Justin.

“I love you,” He mumbled into your hair, kissing the top of it. “Like, a lot.”

You grinned. “I love you too,” You were wrong. “Like, a lot, a lot.” This moment could get better.


// sorry if this isn’t what you envisioned! I didn’t want you waiting a year for this so I just quickly got something down. i’ll work on a longer and more detailed one to post soon! i’m super sorry! thank you for requesting, and thank you all for reading. //

It’s Sherlock Fandom Appreciation Day. ♡

So first of all. I appreciate you all. The ‘we talk often’, the ‘we reblog each other’ and all the other pals. You are all awesome. 10/10 at least. The last year with all of you was way more fun that i would have been. More that i would allow myself to ever hope for.

A few people who are kind and creative and endure me with all the weird moments and the funny ones are @isitandwonder and @imnova, @shylockgnomes and @my-sun-my-baelish.

There are people who drawings amaze me to no end @khorazir (who is pretty good company too) and the most adorable @221booksinthetardis. I just discovered @e–q but i would not miss a single piece of their art.

My adored @lockedinjohnlock-podfics. Oh dear. Oh dear. Words fail me…♡

See, when you start to list you end up ‘missing some out’ and then I feel horrible. I wanna wax poetical about @odamakilock work and @codenamelazarus as the amazing beta they are. About how @conversationswithjohnlock will never not be a safe haven for my johnlock heart and they friendship with @happierstill will always make me happier still! @fuckyeahfightlock writes all the feels and sex I like and gives me joy and @221b-hound does this too and even takes some precious free time to record some of my beloved Captain of Industries stories. @green-violin-bow is just an awesome writer and shares my love for Wahaca 🌯🌮🥙 …so many others… I love to rrad you all. Love so rec you work and love to leave keysmash comments and randon noises on ao3 to let you know how your work make me feel.

@misterisaw who cooks for me. @violetwylde reads ao we can have more podfics… @mylastvow will be my travel buddy for London.

I just wanna add a very long list…i may should have make small posts…well. dun dunn 😂👌. Long story short. I ADORE YOU ALL. I APPRECIATE YOU ALL. And if I am horrible at keeping up with you and all i am sorry.

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The Mantra (supernatural fan fic)

Originally posted by castiels-catss


It had been years since Castiel worried about Dean’s sanity. Dean did not remember everything that happened in Hell, and Castiel was determined to keep it that way.

At first, he was terrified he would say something and jog his memory. He tip-toed around his words and watched him more often than Dean knew and probably would have been comfortable with. It was necessary for a time. They both knew (even if Dean didn’t remember) Dean would likely go crazy if he remembered. Like Sam nearly did.

But it had been so long now without more than the occasional nightmare, Castiel forgot to worry. In fact, it had been so long since he’d considered that time of their lives, that when Dean called, he had to search through his memories to bring up where he’d heard that particular emotion before.

“Cas,” Dean muttered through the phone. And the tone. The tone stopped Castiel short.

“Dean?”

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Burnt pancakes and cuddles (Kris wu x reader) (requested)

A/n: I am so sorry that you had a bad day but I hope this will make you smile sorry it is pretty short I am not really good with fluff and if it is horrible I am so sorry but again fluff is harder for me to write.There are not enough people that write for Kris, to be honest with you.This was requested by @catou1305  gif is not mine credit goes to the creator Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors ~Zero

Word count: 570

Reading time: 3-5 minutes really shouldn’t take that long

Rating: Fluff and maybe a hint of angst at the beginning but not much

Originally posted by lil-unicorn-yixing

Y/N P.O.V.

Sighing as I start my car to get ready to leave work, I think about how my day just when to absolute crap since I got up this morning; first when I get up Kris has already left for practice this is an everyday occurrence but today it just felt different, I ran out of my foundation, I was almost late for work and my boss almost fired me today because of something one of my coworkers did. All I want right now is to go home eat, shower and cuddle up with Kris while watching sappy movies, however, only two of those will happen Kris will still be at practice when I get home.

Once I arrive home to my surprise the inside lights are on and there is a pair of shoes by the front door. Smiling I take off my jacket and shoes then I start walking toward the kitchen where I smell something burning. I am all of a sudden worried so I run into the kitchen what I see shocks me, there is Kris frantically running around the kitchen (which is a disaster, by the way) trying to put out a small fire that is in one of the pans on the stove. Laughing I walk over to the stove shut it off, grab the baking soda and pour it on the small fire instantly putting it out.

“Kris what did I tell you about the stove?” I ask trying to hide my smile

“Baby I am so sorry I was just trying to surprise you with breakfast for dinner because I knew you have been having bad days these last few days.” He explains

“Aww that is so thoughtful but that isn’t what I asked now is it?”

“The stove’s burners run hotter than most so it is really easy to burn things, I am sorry again.” He states while sighing.

“It okay how about this you go take a shower because you are covered in batter and flour, I will order take out from our favorite place and then after that we will cuddle and watch T.V, Oh I almost forgot you have to clean up the mess you made tomorrow because the kitchen is an absolute disaster.” I say while shaking my head slightly

“That sounds amazing babe, I love you.” he shouts while running to the bathroom.

Not even thirdly minutes later here we are cuddled up on the couch with a bunch of blankets around us with our favorite take out eating happily while watching what ever was on. I soon feel Kris’ eyes on me. I get all blushy and ask “Baby why are you staring at me?”

I feel a hand on my chin, it slowly turns my head to face Kris once I make eye contact he says “Who wouldn’t stare at you, you’re so beautiful and perfect in every way and I am so so lucky and happy to have you in my life. I love you so so much Y/N.”

“Kris, thank you but I think I am the lucky one here in this situation, I love you more than words can describe, but why are you so cheesy.” I reply with a bright smile that only Kris can put on my face.

“You love my cheesiness don’t lie babe.” Kris says while leaning in for a kiss.

A Future Worth Loving

“Hey, Y/N, I have a favor to ask you.” Clint said to you, as you were watching TV.
“Yeah?” You turned towards him.
“All of us except Bucky are going on a mission tomorrow and my wife is in South Carolina with her sister, do you mind babysitting my kids? I’ll bring them to the tower, all you have to do is entertain them.” He asked you, “My usual babysitter won’t be available.”
“Oh, of course! I love kids!” You were excited, if you hadn’t become an Avenger, you would’ve become a elementary school teacher.
“Really? Awesome!” He continued to give you information about his two children and you hung on to every word he said, you were so excited!
“Can Bucky watch over them too?” You and Bucky were inseparable friends.
“Uh… Yeah, just watch with him.” Clint said, hesitantly.
“What do you mean by that?” You got slightly defensive.
“I mean he’s still a bit vulnerable from HYDRA’s control, and I care for my children’s well being, Y/N.” He saw your face heat up a bit from anger, “I’m sorry, but they’re my kids.”
You took a deep breath.
“Okay, Clint. Bucky will be just fine.”
“I trust you.” He hesitated again. “And Bucky too.”
“You’re damn right.” You huffed.

After he left to go pack for the mission, you went to go tell Bucky that you and him were babysitting Clint’s kids.
“I don’t want to.” Bucky said, turning around, sadness evident in his voice.
“C'mon, Buck!” You put your hand on his metal shoulder and turned him to face you, noticing how he flinched. “I need you.”
“Why do you think they don’t put me on missions, Y/N?!” He rose his voice at you, for the first time.
“Bu-” He cut you off.
“Because I’m FUCKING DANGEROUS! Why don’t you SEE that?! WHY?!” He got in your face, almost screaming at you.
Tears welled up in your eyes.
“Because you’re more than that, more than what you see in the mirror, more than what they made you.” You whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek, you quickly wiped it off.
Bucky pretended he didn’t see the tears in your eyes, pretended that one didn’t hit the floor in his room.
“Don’t spout that bullshit on me, Y/N, those are LIES! I don’t want to.” He turned away from you again. “Go away!”
Your heart sank.
“And to think I stuck up for you, bastard! Hope you rot in your own wallowing sadness!” You slammed the door on your way out.
You ran to the elevator, and tried to hold back tears, but they spilled all over, drowning you. You always chose the worst people to fall in love with.
You sniffled harshly as the doors to the elevator opened, revealing Thor.
“Lady Y/N? Are you okay?” His voice boomed.
You attempted to rush past him, but he caught your arm.
“What happened?” He asked, sympathetically.
You couldn’t hold it back anymore, so the tears flowed down your cheeks as you tried to cry quietly.
“He-he hates me, and himself! And I’m sick of falling for the hateful, resentful men!”
“And who is this?”’
“Bucky.” You whispered. “I just want to prove to him that he doesn’t have to be hateful towards himself, but now he hates me!”
“Lady Y/N, he doesn’t hate you.” Thor said softly, well as softly as he could, because he has seen the way he looks at you. “It’s quite the opposite, it’s because he wouldn’t want to see you hurt.”
“Well, he hurt me.”
Thor pulled you in for a hug, and you accepted it, crying into his chest.

Bucky felt like shit as soon as he saw your tear-streaked face and slammed the door shut. He sat on his bed, his hands tangled in his hair, eyes shut.
“Shit!” He muttered, “I’ve ruined everything!”
He got up and kicked his bed, and paced his room.
“Ruined fucking everything!”
He walked out of his room with his motorcycle keys in hand, he was going out for a ride.
He passed the kitchen and saw you and Thor hugging. Bucky gritted his teeth together, wanting a relationship like that with you. He was jealous of Thor’s easygoing personality.
He wanted to stomp right over there, yank you away from him and kiss you, wipe away the tears he caused, but that’s the thing. He caused you sadness and pain. And he has no right to love you.
He walked out of the tower, got on his motorcycle and drove aimlessly around New York.

Later that night, as you laid in bed and tried to fall asleep, you heard a light tap on your door.
You padded over to the door, in hardly decent clothing, but who cares? You opened the door to see a disheveled Bucky, bags under his eyes, his hair was a mess and he looked beaten down.
“Hey.” He muttered, blushing as soon as he saw you in boy-cut shorts. “Can I come in?”
You thought about it.
“I’m sorry.” He said.
“Yeah, okay.” You said sarcastically, yet you felt the tears come on. “Just go away Bucky.”
“Please, I need you,” He looked in your eyes, “I never meant to hurt you, I am so sincerely sorry.”
He held out a white teddy bear holding a flower.
A tear rolled down your face as you accepted, it’s fur was so soft.
“Thank you.” You sniffled. “ I told you that you weren’t a horrible person and you didn’t believe me.” You held the teddy bear close to your heart, “Would someone ‘dangerous’ do something like this?”
You took a sniff of the rose, and opened the door to Bucky.
“Thank you.” Bucky said, close to tears himself. “It’s just that…” He didn’t know how to tell you.
“What?”
“I get these nightmares, okay? And they are of when I was controlled by HYDRA, and I relive the times I was made to kill people. I was a murderer!” A tear slid down his unshaven face.
“Bucky. Murderers choose to kill people, you didn’t decide that.” You placed a hand on his arm.
“And I’ve had this same dream for a month.” He took a deep breath. “Each time I have to kill you.”
You looked up at him, at his pained eyes. And you tilted his chin so he was forced to look at you. He closed his eyes and moved your hand to his cheek and leaned against it.
“You would never kill me.” You whispered, “You’re good now, you were always good.”
You pulled him in for a loving embrace.
“Can I sleep here tonight?” He whispered, his arms around you, he craved your touch.
“Of course.” You smiled.

At one in the morning you and Bucky were still up, talking about how much the world has changed, and at the end of the conversation (or when you both finally were dozing off), Bucky pulled you in to lay your head on his chest.
“Thank you, doll. I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too, Bucky.” You tried to kiss his cheek, but your lips planted on his jaw instead.
He pulled you on top of him and gave you a kiss on your lips.
“Had to, doll-face. Your lips are too tempting.”
“You don’t disappoint.” You chuckled.
You both fell asleep, cuddling.

The next day, Clint got Cooper, who was 9, Lila, who’s 7 and the 8 month old Nathaniel at the tower at 10. You and Bucky were taught everything you needed to know about taking care of them.
When the team left at 1, Cooper and Lila were watching TV and Nathaniel was in the portacrib that Clint brought, they set up everything in Bucky’s room, which was bigger than yours.
Half an hour later Nathaniel started crying, you picked him up and fed him. After that, you rocked him back to sleep.
Bucky watched you from the couch, smiling.
“Whatcha smiling at, Bucky?” Lila asked him.
“My future.” He said, listening to you sing the baby a lullaby.

anonymous asked:

Hi. I had a horrible day today and I was wondering if I could request a fluffy Kageyama comfort scenario with lots of warm hugs with a short, quiet girl. Thanks for existing.

I am sorry you had a bad day and that you had to wait so long for this much deserved story. I’m grateful that I can make you happy. (I hope that I can) If you want, you can talk to me about everything, okay?

-

‘Tobio, am I not enough for you?’ Let’s just say that your question threw Kageyama off guard.

You were dating for almost seven months and during that beautiful time he never thought that you are less that beautiful, adorable and absolutely perfect. You made his stressing days full of laughter and even when he forgot about your date or was a little late for it you never got angry at him. Always warm and so, so loving - that’s how you were.

It didn’t matter that you were quiet at times, he loved it about you.

‘Where does it come from, S/O?’ He finally asked after a long silence, seriously concerned about what was going through your head.

‘..Some girls said that you deserve much better. They said that I’m not interesting enough and it kind of stuckin my head. Do you think it is truth?’ You looked him in the eyes, awaiting for him to answer.

He sucked shaky breath, feeling more vunerable than ever.

‘Of course not.’ He hugged you tightly, blood rushed to his cheeks, giving them nice scarlet colour. ‘I-I love you, okay? This should be enough. You are enough, I am enough. We belong with each other, right? I know we do.’ He whispered in your ear, shutting his eyes. That was embarrassing, but needed.

You only swallowed annoying lump in your throat, blinking away tears and hugging him back.

‘I love you too, Tobio.’

Calm Before the Storm

anonymous asked: Can I get something like where you’re pregnant with Yoongi’s baby and he’s just all about your bump and super into it? Maybe it’s been a bit upsetting because you’re not married and the baby was an accident, but he finally has come to terms with it and is so ready for you to have the baby and you wake up and he’s just hugging your stomach or something? I don’t know… Work your magic, the last Yoongi thing was great!


It was a slight tickle against your growing belly that first drew you from your fitful sleep, the warmth of humid breath caressing the now exposed skin. Confused, your eyebrows furrow in annoyance, your body attempting to adjust itself as you twist your aching back.

Just as you’re drifting off again you feel the sensation once more, followed by a puckering of wetness, the unmistakable sound of lips connecting with your stomach meeting your ears. Your eyes open, still hazy with sleep, as they take in the sight of Yoongi’s face nestled closely against your swollen abdomen, whispering words that couldn’t quiet reach your ears over the taught flesh. You feel your baby move inside you, stirring at her father’s words, and your heart skips a beat at the intimacy of the sight you were taking in.

You don’t disturb him, instead watching as his lips press against the stretch marks dotting your flesh, heavy bangs falling over his eyes as his hand shifts close to his face, expanding his palm to rub soft, soothing circles over your inflated stomach. Your baby’s strong movements settle instantly, comfort apparently seeping through her unborn body at her father’s touch. Another kiss dots your skin, before more murmured words, his head tilting to the side to press his ear into your stomach as if to listen for a reply. A particularly strong kick sends his face shooting upward, surprise etched in his risen brows as his now wide eyes stare down at your stomach.

It isn’t until a giggle escapes your lips at his reaction that he turns to you, eyes meeting yours and a blush creeping into his cheeks at being caught. His face darkens, his body sitting itself up and shifting away from yours.

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jellynovaart  asked:

Ok ok could I get all might/yagi toshinori x chubby reader I'm all for the self-shipping! 💙💛❤

A/N: I’m all for self-shipping as well! And I love writing for chubby readers seeing as I am one myself. The reader isn’t a hero and I decided to just write a short fluffy drabble. I’m sorry it took me so long to write this and I hope you enjoy! 

Warnings: Mentions of the reader’s weight and people being rude because of it. Super cheesy and horrible.


Originally posted by osakaxkobe

People often times wonder how yourself and THE All Might had gotten together, seeing as the two of you appeared to be so different. Himself being the extremely muscular number one hero, and you being a chubby and adorable average person, your relationship had become public rather quickly. For the most part, the publicity was pretty positive, just fans of your boyfriend supporting your relationship and complimenting the two of you. 

Every now and then, however, there were times when the public was not so nice. Obsessed “fans” attacking you for your appearance, saying that you, “weren’t good enough” for a hero like All Might. Though those statements were few and far between, they always seemed to be the ones that stuck with you. However, just two words from the love of your life always seem to calm the anxieties that came along with the cruel words of people.

All Might may have been known for his strength but to you, he had an even more impressive ability, the power he held in the two words, “You’re perfect”.

anonymous asked:

I saw you're closing the ask box and I had to request something, because I love your blog~ So, imagine there was a huge sleepover. Male nations are downstairs and female nations upstairs. Male nations start playing truth and dare and suddenly it lands on Lithuania/Poland/America/Norway (separate, please) and they choose the truth. They have to admit that they hold feelings for Y/N. And they do it but turns out Y/N wanted some water, came downstairs and heard it. What do they do?

(You seem to really like that ask :D Btw thanks for the praise!)

Lithuania:
OH dear, he’d be close to dying of shame. Like seriously, he’d be red like a tomato and studder horribly. “I…I am s-so sorry Y-Y/N, I didn’t… I am so sorry!!”

Poland:
Short insecurity, then trying to be all confident and cheery: “Well, now I don’t have to repeat myself, right?”

America:
Internally dying. But he tries to be cool and calm and the hero and he will laugh and jump in front of them, grab their hand and go down on one knee to repeat the confession.

Norway:
*well, there could have been better ways to confess…* “Yep, that’s that. Cool? Cool.” Like, dude, if you expect him to blush, you gotta try harder ^^

anonymous asked:

Any news on the next chapter? Suffering from withdrawal!

Hi anon!

I’ve had three different questions re the baking au so I’ll bang them all into one post.

The short answer is YES! It’s coming! and my god it is a giant chapter so when it’s posted you’ll wanna settle yourself in with a cuppa…

HOWEVER I am currently suffering from a touch of food poisoning and I’m horribly sick (on my birthday of all bloody days…) so there’ll be a wee delay while I try to not die 😂

I’m really sorry for the wait and I promise you the next part of chapter seven will be absolutely worth it.

With love - S x

So I admit freely I am in love with Newt Scamander and I got the fanfiction bite to write him.

I was watching Hercules and the song I won’t say I’m in love came on and suddenly an idea hit me.

Newt and Reader. Both not wanting to admit feelings, reader gets jealous but so does Newt on a night out. The music lyrics in the fanfic kind of describing the situations…

Then at the end of it all they admit love. Then just pure smut…

Of course this will be a long very lengthy fanfic cause I am terrible at writing short ones lol sorry…. I get too into it sometimes.

I am horrible and will burn for this but I really wanted to know if anyone would be interested in this? I have not written anything in a few years but I would love to write this out.

Any prompts, ideas or quotes will help! I just am shy about my writing.

UPDATE: IT IS UP.

Would someone be interested?

The Blue Beach House - Part 4: A different kind of Family

Characters: Reader (Y/N Singer), Sam Winchester, Castiel Novak, Grace Novak (OFC),   

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: Mention of adoption, abusive relationship (not Sam), mention of parent passing away from cancer,  

Wordcount: 2500ish

A/N: This is an AU and it is done for @teamfreewill-imagine and @latinenglishfandomblog SSJJ challenge. Sam is a preschool teacher in this one and it is my very first Sam series. This is part 4 of 5.

Thanks to @blacktithe7 for being the bestest beta ever!

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Your eyes fluttered as you slowly began to come too. At first you had no idea where you were and you felt the panic slowly start to build within you. Until you saw your coffee table. You were on your couch. You moved slightly, accidentally rubbing your cheek against the cushion. The sting instantly reminded you of last night, and your heart started racing as you thought of Dick. The anger in his eyes and the raised fist that had never reached your head. You felt your body start to shiver from fear yet again as your brain fought to recall the events of last night.

Sam. Sam had been here. He had helped you calm down and fall asleep. Where was he now? Of course he had left. Tears threatened to press through your eyes. No longer because you were scared, but because you had lost Sam. You had pushed him away and now he was gone. You were a mess, and he didn’t need someone like you in his life. Then the smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon hit your nose, and you slowly pushed yourself off the couch.

You couldn’t believe he was still here. Your heart was racing as you walked into the kitchen, and it nearly stopped when you saw him. He had been home. He was in his running clothes standing by your stove cooking for you. Your heart filled with some much love. His gesture was simple but still so much more than any man had ever done for you.

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Horrible AUs lead to horrible comic things that were supposed to only be sketches. 

Long story short, dumb Skyrim AU RPs where Skyrim can’t really handle the AIs too well, so they occasionally pop into dragons. And for some reason, Gamma gets drunk a lot. 

(Disclaimer: I haven’t drawn dragons in maybe ten years I am so sorry.)

roscgolden  asked:

do you have any favourite long destiel fic (like around 100k or so)? i apologiiise if you don't rec fics or smth pls disregard this then

ARE YOU KIDDING ME I HECKIN LOVE RECOMMENDING FICS TO PEOPLE HOLY SHIT YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE

1. Carry On by TamrynEradani
now i don’t really read (a lot of) BDSM fics as im kind of…iffy about the whole thing?? but dude. dude. just. this one. this one. trust me on this. i just love how dom!cas treats sub!dean in this fic and just how they kinda [clenches fist] do kinky shit together.

2. Into Your Hideaway by thepinupchemist
remarkable A/B/O fic with alpha!Cas and omega!Dean. you see, im a huge A/B/O dynamics fan myself, so i may be biased, but out of all the A/B/O fics ive ever read, this is hands down the best one. i love how Cas is not written like your stereotypical kind of alpha, and the same goes for Dean. make sure to read the tags though, if this isnt your cup of tea, then feel free to pass this one!

3. Angel’s Wild by LimonadeGaby, riseofthefallenone
oops what do you mean this one has 300k+ words even though you asked for 100k words nope i have no idea what youre talking about. seriously though. the whole idea of the story is so creative and i love how well written dean and cas’ characterization in this fic is. spending the whole day on reading all 300k words of this piece of art? totally worth it. no, im kidding. dont read it all in one go. im serious. i tried it and i can still remember how i could barely keep my eyes open in class the next day.

4. Exonerated by thecouchcarrot
i read this ages ago but i still remember how good and well written this fic was! im usually a sucker for lightly plotted AUs, but even though this was a law enforcement fic, i took to this fic like fish takes to water. i love the way i kept trying to guess who the real perpetrator was because the writer made me feel like i doubt every single character’s alibi. it was generally a really great fic.

5. The Great Escapist by 8sword
hey look a fic with premed-student!cas and nursing-student!dean being roommates. i love how caring they are towards each other and as a med student myself, i approve of how the writer explained some of the medical terms used in it. a really sweet fic with the perfect amount of angst and fluff in it. 

6. Ugly Sweater Verse by saidtheking
im pretty sure everyone has read this but im just going to put this here just in case you havent. so much cavity inducing fluff. like. im not even kidding. filled to the brim. shot full of them. read it at your own risk. but its not that kind of fluff thats just simply overdone and doesnt have any content; its so much more than that, what with how the writer makes us feel like dean and cas have earned the life they have in the fic. just. wow. swoon.

these arent exactly fics with 100k+ words, but theyre some of my favorites and i thought i should just let you know since i already ended up making some sort of a fic rec list anyway:

and basically if you want full-on fluff, just go stalk whelvenwings, aileenrose, youaresunlight, and thekingslover’s works on ao3. seriously. you will not be disappointed.

whew. that took a while to write. i would honestly love to make a better fic rec list with many more fics (because god knows i lost count on how many fics ive read in the past 2 years), but alas, i am nothing but a peachbutt who is too lazy to gather up the links to them. im so sorry for being a horrible excuse for a dedicated fanfiction enthusiast.

but hey, never hesitate to drop a message to me whenever you feel like you need more fic recs! be it super short ficlets, a/b/o, angst, teeth-rotting fluff, i’m your man!

now go ahead and enjoy those fics, sweet young child.