i was glad he was in a blue shirt

47. Metal Arm Kink

Word Count: 3,139
A/N: I got super carried away with this and I really hope I didn’t ramble and it comes off the way I want it to. Hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Bucky overhears Y/N talking with Natasha and Wanda about the things she wants him to do to her with his metal fingers. He’s happy to oblige. 
Written by: @mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes

Originally posted by retardell

As you walked into the compound, a bottle of wine in each hand, you couldn’t help the excitement bubbling in your chest. When you entered the common room, you were happy to see Natasha and Wanda already there, pizza and chips on the coffee table, and wine glasses ready to be filled. They looked up when you entered, cheering when they saw the alcohol in your hand. You sat on the floor with the couch to your back and handed Nat one of the bottles.

 “I’m so glad we’re doing this.” Wanda said as you opened the bottle of white wine and poured yourself a glass. “It feels like there’s so much testosterone in this place. It’ll be nice to be just us girls for a few hours.” You kicked your shoes off and leaned back, drink in hand. The guys had all decided that they needed a night out to relieve some stress. We had decided that a night involving sweaty, drunken strangers wasn’t something we were feeling so we decided to enjoy the quiet and have a girls’ night in.

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Love Laid Down (Part One)

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman


Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Rating: M
Words: 2K+ (this part)
Summary: You and the boys are working a long-term case in Indiana that requires you go undercover. It also requires that you and Dean pretend to be married.
Author’s Note: This is my first multi-chap on this blog! I’ve tried my best to write the majority of it beforehand, but please be gentle if I don’t upload super regularly. I’ll queue up what’s already written and try to get the rest of it done ASAP. Thanks for reading! (PS - title comes from the song of the same name by Green River Ordinance.)

“No.” Dean says, firm, his voice echoing loud in the library of the bunker.

“Don’t worry about hurting my feelings, or anything…” you mutter quietly, and Sam sighs.

“Can the both of you relax? This is a good plan. It’s only going to be for a week or so, anyway.”

“It’s not our kind of thing,” Dean argues, crossing his arms over his chest. “People go missing all the time.”

“Four people in the last month? All of whom went to the same church in this one small town? That’s weird, Dean.” Sam says.

Dean has that look on his face that he gets when he knows he’s wrong, but doesn’t want to admit it. You look at Sam. “So,” you start, “What does that have to do with us going undercover?”

“The parishioners of that church are mostly married couples. This isn’t the type of town where single people move to for work or something. People move here because they’re trying to start a family.”

You try not to gulp, looking back over at Dean, who is still glaring at his brother.

“How are we going to explain you being there?”

Sam grins. “I’m the super supportive younger brother helping his newlywed brother and sister-in-law move into their new home.”

“This is going to be a disaster.” You say brightly, your calm tone betraying your words. You’ve done undercover with the Winchesters before. It almost never works out as planned. Someone always slips up, or forgets they’re supposed to be someone else for longer than a day, and then you’re left scrambling not to get caught by the local PD. “When do we leave?”

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My Saviour - Thirteen

A/N: I can now say that I have only one paragraph left to write and this series will be finished. I’ve loved writing it, and I’ve loved every single comment I’ve gotten, so thank you all for sticking with me. Next part on friday, then the last part will be up Monday. and of course a shout out to my beta @thorne93

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluffety fluff.

Wordcount: 1814 (I know it’s short.. next one is longer)

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*not my GIF*

Originally posted by frozen-delight


It had taken you about two weeks to find an apartment to rent and get moved in. You didn’t have a lot of furniture, and the building you rented in was old, but it was your own space, all yours, and you loved it. The paperwork to finalize the sale of Alex’s company had just gone through and the money would be yours in a few days. The house had been cleared out and was now for sale, both cars were sold, all in all, things were coming together.

You had started working again at the Leprechaun, but Bobby refused to give you full time yet, so it was just a few shifts a week, so you were easing back into that as well. You had started looking into what you wanted to do to move forward with your life. You wanted an education, but you weren’t sure that you wanted to be a lawyer anymore, so now you were looking into different occupations.

Dean was frequently on your mind, and every day you had to fight off the urge to pick up the phone and call him. It sucked that he wasn’t a part of this change in your life, but at the same time it was so unbelievably good to be able to do this on your own.

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Better

Requests: “Hello :) May I send you a Bucky request where you were his first love after his Winter Soldier time and now lived with him in Bucharest. Then he gets manipulated again and doesn’t recognize you anymore. Sometime later you get hurt during an attack really bad and when Bucky sees you laying bleeding and unconscious on the Asphalt, it clicks in his head and he gets back to “normal” again. He stays then at your bedside, caring for you & promising to become a better Person for you :) <3 Thank you :)” (Credits to gif owners!)

“Do you want to talk about it?” Natasha took her seat next to the girl who seemed so distant. So far away from everybody else. She was literally choking on heartbreak and betrayal. It was all that surrounded Y/N’s aura. Natasha ran her hand softly down the girl’s arm and tried to comfort her as best as she could. But the attempts didn’t seem like they made the slightest difference.

She was innocent. Anybody on the team could see that. Confusion laced her features as well as a raw emotion in her voice when she finally spoke. But that was rare, especially in the two days she was taken in by The Avengers. Natasha was trying her best to become Y/N’s friend but there was no effort on the girl’s part. Her problem? Falling in love with Barnes. Another problem? Y/N didn’t even know what was happening.

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Title: Gods in the Chrysalis
Author: JhanaMay
Artist: violue
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings/Tags: Endverse Castiel, Musician Castiel, traumatic brain injury
Posting Date: 11/7/2017

Summary:  Olympic hopeful Dean Winchester has always felt more at home in the water than he did on land. Pressured by his father to carry on his mother’s dream, Dean’s entire life has revolved around swimming and competing. Everything changes when he sustains a head injury in an accident at the pool and is left unable to swim. The fear of disappointing everyone in his life is heightened when he realizes his love of the water has been replaced by a strange talent for playing the piano. With the help of Castiel, the high-school dropout/weekend musician who runs a local music store, Dean learns to question everything he thought he knew about himself, his family, and his life. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the butterfly calls just the beginning.

- - -

Dean opens his eyes, and blinks, registering for the first time the damp tear tracks streaked down his face. He doesn’t know how long he’s been crying, but his sinuses ache enough to tell him it’s been a while. Reaching up to scrub the wetness away, Dean turns to face the person behind him.

The man from the behind the counter stands a few feet away, his hands shoved into the pockets of his black skinny jeans. Dean hadn’t noticed before, but he’s wearing a pale blue t-shirt with a colorful pony on the front, the words Rainbow Dash in glitter below it. Intricate designs—musical notation shot through with dark green vines and bright splashes of flowers—wind their way up both arms and disappear into his shirt sleeves. A single musical note drips from the right corner of his bright blue eyes and two silver balls frame the outer edge of his left eyebrow.

The man rocks back on his heels and clears his throat. “Holy fuck,” he says, his voice a deep, rolling timbre. “I’m glad Raph listened when I told him not to get rid of that piano.”

He steps forward and Dean shifts back, pressing himself against the keys and wincing at the discordant sound. “Sorry, I, ah, I saw it and—”

“Don’t apologize. We don’t get classically trained pianists in here, like, ever. That was fucking beautiful.” He pulls one hand out of his pocket and tugs at the hem of the too-small t-shirt where it’s pulling up, revealing a sliver of skin at his hip.

Dean follows the long fingers with his eyes. Piano keys cover the back of his hand, tattooed across his knuckles and down to the first joint. “I’m not—” Dean stands up, knocking the bench back against the piano, and edges away from the man. “I should go.”

“You don’t have to go. I’m Castiel,” the guy says, holding out his hand. “Where’d you study? Not K.U., not playing Satie like that. Tell me you didn’t go to Juilliard.”

Dean studies the man’s outstretched hand, then looks back up at his face. Dark stubble dusts his strong jawline, and Dean’s mouth goes dry. Despite the tattoos and the piercings and the fucking god-awful abomination of a t-shirt, he’s gorgeous, and Dean can’t breathe. He can’t breathe and he’s going to pass out and he doesn’t even know where the hell he is or how he got here. Sucking in a rasping gasp of air, he stumbles backward. He can’t do this, not with the song echoing in his head and his hands twitching to play it again. “I can’t,” he forces out, shoving past the man. “I’m sorry; I have to go. I’m sorry.” He rushes to the door and out into the bright afternoon sun.

The first fight they have after they are officially together surprises Dean. He isn’t even aware that Cas is angry with him. Sure, Cas has been a little quiet all day, but that isn’t so unusual that Dean had worried. It catches him totally off guard when Cas finally turns to him as they are undressing for bed, crosses his arms, and sticks his chin out.

“Are you going to apologize?”

Dean opens and closes his mouth once before answering. “What?” It’s all he can come up with, because he honestly has no idea what’s going on.

“You don’t even know you forgot, do you?”

“Forgot what?”

Cas narrows his eyes accusingly. “You forgot that I’ve been living with you for exactly one month today.”

Dean shakes his head. “Cas, you’ve been in and out of the bunker since we found it. You stayed here a long time before we got together.”

“No,” Cas uncrosses his arms and balls his fists at his sides. It’s not remotely threatening, just a way to ease his frustration, and Dean has to hide a smile at his pissed off angel. “Living here. In your room.”

Oh.

“Was I…were we supposed to celebrate that?”

Cas sticks his chin out even further. Dean’s never seen him truly pout before, and it’s partly completely adorable and partly ridiculous, and Dean loves both sides. “Don’t humans celebrate things like that?”

Dean lets his smile show. “I guess they do.”

“You forgot,” Cas says again, a little softer now that the fight’s gone out of him.

Dean watches as Cas pulls on one of his old t-shirts, his dark hair sticking up everywhere. His blue tie hangs over the back of Dean’s chair, and his angel blade hangs with Dean’s weapons.

“Hey,” Dean says, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Cas. Cas doesn’t hug him back, but he does rest his chin on Dean’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know this was a big deal.”

Cas sighs heavily and scoots a little closer, and Dean knows he’s won.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he tells him. “Really glad you’re with me.” Dean doesn’t have to try at all to sound like he means it. Everything he feels is right there in his voice.

Cas nods and finally hugs him back. “Let’s go to bed,” he smiles.

“You’re really cute when you’re mad,” Dean grins as they lie down.

Cas snuggles into Dean’s chest, nose rubbing against his neck. “Shut up.”

you bring me home

Harry loves a lot of places.

All of them he’s collected throughout his life, who have managed to bury themselves into his heart and make themselves at home. There was the willow tree in the field behind his childhood house, the one with the sleepy branches that seemed to encase you in; Gemma and he would always take their lunch out there when they were kids, and he’d always take his books to revise when he was a teenager. There was the library a couple of minutes walk away from his university that always smelled distinctly of citrus and dust, with the old receptionist who always said hello even if she couldn’t remember his name, where he’d always stick his earphones in and write until his hand hurt, or type essays until his eyes were dry. There was the arena that he’d visited countless times with his Dad to see his favourite artists perform, where even from a young age he was able to lose himself in the music and feel like he was properly alive and free. And then there was her.

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maxwellandlovelace  asked:

Hey! My birthday is March 25 (the big 3-0). I love smutty!everlark (preferably rated E) and Peeta in a uniform. That would be an awesome present, but I'd be happy with anything=) I think you're doing such a great job with this blog. It's a wonderful idea!<3

Originally posted by omgitslish


Grattis på födelsedagen!! Wishing you a wonderful birthday @maxwellandlovelace. To help you celebrate in style, the always incredible @katnissdoesnotfollowback has written this wonderful slice of Everlark, just for you!


All’s Fair

WARNINGS: RATED M for mild language, immature pranks, and smut. Everlark college/military cadets AU. ;-)

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“You sure you know how to pick one of these things?”

“Yep,” I whisper as I continue to work quietly. Not as fast as I’d like since my hands are shaking.

“Damn, Everdeen, where’d you learn to pick a lock?”

“Senior prank in high school,” Gale explains to them quietly. “I hotwired the principal’s car and she picked the lock on the hockey rink so we could park it on the ice.”

“Nice,” Mitchell says.

“You scare me, Everdeen,” someone else mutters. A third snorts in response and Gale reminds them to keep their eyes open.

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Summary:
Lance and Shiro dance to ‘their’ song

Notes:
This is dedicated to someone so yay. And I love this song so why not write for it! Enjoy!
Artist: @y-annah

Lance hummed, typing at his computer. Working at home since he rather not have the hassle of getting up. Humming softly, kicking his feet slightly. Glancing at his phone a few times, waiting. Sighing softly and laid back against his chair. Looking up at the ceiling, it had stars. The wall as a galaxy, and the ceiling had glow in the dark stars since Shiro picked them out. Smiling at the sudden thought of the male. His carpet was a dark purple, another suggestion from Shiro. 

Hearing the floor creak behind him and chuckled. “Shiro, you suck at sneaking around.” Hearing the male chuckle and lean against the chair, waiting. Clicking a new tab, typing in YouTube. Before playing 'their’ song. Turning up the volume of his computer, glad he had goid speakers. 
 
Spinning his chair around, Shiro was wearing a grey flannel with a bark blue shirt. It looked cute on him. Grinning happily, Lance got up and instantly placed his arms around Shiro’s neck. Pecking his lips as he felt the other’s hands on his hips. Moving to the middle of the room, his bedroom was large. At least he didn’t live in it alone. Hearing the song starting to play.
 
~Wise men say only fools rush in

But I can’t help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?
 
Lance moving back a little, feeling himself being spun around. Shiro’s arms held him proactively. 

Would it be a sin

If I can’t help falling in love with you?~

Lance rested his forehead against Shiro’s, closing his eyes. Their bodies gently moving with each other, swaying to side and side. Lance’s heart felt so light, like he could just be here forever with Shiro. Giggling when he stepped in Shiro’s foot, they weren’t the best dancers. Softly singing along with the song,  

“Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can’t help falling in love with you”

Moving a hand to cup Shiro’s face, his thumb brushing against the scars. He missed Shiro for so long, a year in war. Lance was so lucky to have Shiro home safe, even though there was an metal arm and scars to the addition. Lance gently kisses Shiro, feeling his hips being squeezed gently. Shiro had a pine smell, and fresh shaved crisp. Brushing his thumb against the nose scar. Nipping at the other’s bottom lip before pulling away. Kissing his cheeks and then nose. Feeling Shiro softly chuckle before singing the next lyrics, 

“Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too”

Falling onto the bed, Lance held onto Shiro. His head resting against Shiro’s neck. Their hands intertwining. Them giggling softly, just enjoying each other’s warmth. Looking at each other’s eyes, gentle touches. Shiro brushes his thumb against Lance’s wet cheeks. He was crying, but smiling. Rolling over and gently kissed at Lance’s cheeks, then to his lips. Pulling away after seconds, cupping his face.

Lance smiled, singing quietly.

“For I can’t help falling in love with you.”

Shiro rested his forehead on Lance’s. Finishing the song,

“For I can’t help falling in love with you.”

The song ended, the two were mindlessly in love with each other. Letting the next song play but paid no attention. Shiro brushed at Lance’s tears, even getting blurry vision. 

“Te Amo.” Lance whispered with a light hiccup, rubbing his nose carefully with Shiro’s. Smiling that his cheeks were sore

“あなた を あいして います.” The language that he was born with rolled off his tounge. Unable to contain his own happiness when Lance smiled. “I love you so much.” Shiro whispered, feeling himself starting to cry. God, they were just romantic saps. Holding on to each other, whispering softly words of love into each other’s ears.


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Shiro sighed softly, putting his hair back with a few bobby pins. Feeling the cooling charcoal mask being applied to his face, Lance was gently biting onto his own tounge, concentrated. It was cute. Feeling it being applied close to his eyes. Lance always said he wanted Shiro’s eye sharp since eyeliner was 'easier’. Feeling Lance finish, taking the brush.

Applying the mask to Lance, kissing carefully where ever the mask wasn’t applied to yet. 

“I love you.”


Notes:
Translations: I love you for both Shiro and Lance

Rags

Description: Stonathan Cinderella au that I told @dadharbour I would do years ago, or might as well have been, and then procrastinated very hard. Jonathan is Cinderella. Steve is Prince Charming. Set in the same time period as Stranger Things, but there is a significant decrease in paranormal activity. First of three chapters.

Word Count: 3012 (I’m so sorry, just pretend it’s a book or something)

A/N: I’ve never written Jonathan before, or Stranger Things for that matter, outside of a handful of headcanons. This might be terrible, I’m not sure. Also, warning, there are a couple of homophobic slurs.

As the evening air cooled, Jonathan Byers became acutely aware of how sweat-soaked his shirt had become. He swung the hammer and watched it hit nail, effectively fastening the final new shingle to his father’s tool shed. The action caused his shirt to pull taut against his back. and he was painfully reminded of the sunburn he had gained earlier in the week by working with his shirt off. At least it was later in the day now and the sun was no longer beating down on him.

Jonathan discarded his hammer on the lid of a toolbox and trudged inside. Re-shingling the shed had really taken it out of him, especially considering that he had spent the earlier part of the afternoon scrubbing bird shit from Sarah’s decaying patio furniture.

Sarah Hart was his father Lonnie’s girlfriend, and she and her son Tommy had been living with them for the past few months. It was Jonathan’s personal hell. In fact, as Jonathan passed through the hallways of the cramped house, he caught a glimpse of the other boy through the open door of his room. He was engrossed in his personal television set and surrounded by car posters, miniature basketball hoops, and trendy clothes. Tommy hadn’t done a lick of work all day. Lonnie hadn’t told him to.

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anonymous asked:

29 or 37 or both please! x

29. “How is my wife more badass than me?” & 37. “Welcome to fatherhood.”

hope you like it! x

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You leaned forward as another contraction hit you, breathing through your nostrils steadily, trying to remember all the yoga sessions you took with Harry.

Harry nervously stood behind you, pulling at his bottom lip with his thumb and index finger. “Are you sure we should go to the hospital now, love?”

You rubbed your hand on your swollen big stomach as if to ease your baby as sweat embedded on your forehead, standing in your maternity white dress. You shook your head, “I’m sure, Haz. But anytime now, I can feel it.”

Harry nodded, fiddling with his car keys in his other hand before putting them in his hoodie pouch and rubbing your back soothingly, staring at you with concern. You groaned as another contraction was felt, leaning down and exhaling through your mouth. Right after another one hit you, you felt water dripping down your leg and onto the floor, “Now, Haz.” Was all it took before Harry slung the bag with necessities on his shoulder quickly, wrapping his arms around you as he helped you out of the house and into the backseat of the car.

“It’s okay, baby, you’re doing amazing, love.” Harry said nervously, looking at you through the mirror as he drove.

You smiled tiredly at him, containing your breaths and groaning at the pain.

Once you reached the hospital, Harry was quickly by your side, helping you into the hospital and speaking to the receptionist for you. You were then on the stretcher to the private delivery room as per Harry’s request.

“You’re doing amazing, Y/N! You’re holding up so well.” Your doctor, Denise, smiled at you as you lied on bed after changing into the hospital gown and taking the drugs.

You smiled before groaning and clenching Harry’s hand. The doctor looked through your spread legs and nodded to the midwife. “Alright Y/N, ready to push?”

“As I’ll ever be.” You still joked, smiling through the pain before looking at Harry whose face was pale as if he had seen a ghost. You kissed his hand which was interlocked with yours, making him look at you.

“Alright, we’re going to count. 1…2…3, push.” The doctor instructed, making you push in pain.

You heaved, clenching Harry’s hand tightly as he began stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings. “You’re doing amazing, love.” He’d say.

“Another one, Y/N. Come on.”

You pushed harder this time, clenching your eyes closed before taking rapid breaths. “I can see the head, Y/N, come on, push. You’re doing great, dear.” Your doctor supported.

After pushing 8 more times, you heard it. The sound of your baby wailing. “Congratulations, healthy baby boy.” Your doctor grinned, “Harry, would you like to cut the umbilical cord?”

Harry looked at you with his mouth agape and tears falling down his cheeks before he gave you an absentminded peck before leaving your side and walking towards the doctor, holding the scissors reluctantly before cutting the cord, looking at his baby before frowning at the sight of blood. “We’ll clean him up. Welcome to fatherhood.” Your doctor smiled at Harry before walking off with your baby.

Harry was instantly by your side, kneeling down and leaning his forehead on yours, “I love you. I love you so much. You were so amazing.”

You closed your eyes tiredly, caressing his cheek with your hand gently, “I love you, Harry.”

“You’re going to be the most amazing mum ever.” Was what Harry said and now 3 years later, it was what he thought when he entered the house after an interview, watching you cook while you sang for you baby boy who sat in his high chair.

Harry grinned, “I’m home.” He announced before wrapping his arms around you from behind, kissing your cheek.

You giggled as his stubble tickled you before turning, pecking his lips, “Tommy has been missing his daddy all day.” You grinned, your eyes falling on your giggling son who made grabby hands at you and Harry and grinning patiently.

Your son was shy and patient, he was the type of children who would silently show you affection with blushing cheeks and a shy smile. Or the time your parents or Anne came around, he’d be muttering words of affection shyly, clinging to your side. Harry knew that Tommy was undoubtedly a momma’s boy.

“Have you, little one?” Harry grinned, scooping his son in his arms.

Tommy nodded, “All day.” He said excitedly, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck.

“Why don’t you sit down while I get the table ready? Tommy has a drawing to show you, don’t you, baby?” You smiled at your son whose eyes widened with excitement as he tried to wriggle out of your husband’s arms, running once his feet touched the ground to the living room.

“Louis invited us for lunch tomorrow. He has Freddie tomorrow and Eleanor will be there.” Harry said, leaning on the counter and watching you with a smile.

“Have you told Tommy? He wanted to show Freddie his new toy the other day.” You grinned, taking the pot off the cook and emptying it in a plate.

“I’ll tell him. So you’re free?”

“Yeah, I’ve nothing planned.”

Tommy ran back to the kitchen, holding out a paper which had your little family im colorful crayon colors.

//

In your black skinny jeans and burgundy off shouldered top, you adjusted your hair that was left in waves and wore your black heeled pumps before making your way to your son’s room. You knocked, “I’m ready, mummy!”

You entered, a proud smile on your face as you looked at your son in a light blue shirt and black skinny jeans, his feet in white sneakers and his hair combed to the side. “Look at my smart man!” You giggled, opening your arms for him to which he wrapped himself in, wrapping his arms around your neck as you walked in your heels downstairs where Harry was waiting.

Harry grinned, “How is my wife more badass than me? I can barely walk barefoot in a straight line but look at you.” He finished with a peck to your lips and a peck on Tommy’s head.

You giggled, “I’m glad Tommy got my genes, eh?” You joked.

“Wouldn’t want anything else.” Harry replied with a smile.

Tutor (M) - Zhang Yixing

A/N: I loved this request so much! It was so much fun to write this. Hope everyone likes it! -Admin Grace


Genre: Smut, fluff

Length: 1.7k

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thesschesthair  asked:

smut prompt: close friends that were always in love but never got the chance to be together (timing etc). They both know how the other feels, and with only one night left they decide to give in to what could have been, before they have to say goodbye to it (and possibly each other) for good. (one's getting married in the morning or something) Angsty smut! :D

Your wish is my command!

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A lingering glance. A soft smile. A desperate yearning that wouldn’t fade. So much communicated between them without a word. Emma sighs into her wine glass. There just isn’t enough time. There are so many things that remain unsaid between her and Killian. But her bags are packed and a cab booked for 8 am. She is leaving and it was too late. Best leave things unsaid.

The party is in full swing. After a year in London she has returned to essentially say goodbye to Storybrooke forever. Her temporary transfer is being made permanent. The life she has created for herself over there awaited. The new friendships she has formed. The small apartment that she would soon share with Simon.

Good, dependable, kind Simon.

She tries not to think of him as her eyes seek out Killian. He’s done a good job of avoiding her that night. He was still hurt, she knew. The way his face had gone cold when she’d told him she was leaving for good was something she would never forget.

He’d thought she was coming home. He’d thought-

She doesn’t want to dwell on that.

Tipping back her glass, she pulls on a practised smile and pushes her way through the crowd.

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Gone

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Request: “Can you do a Supernatural one-shot where the reader is kidnapped and tortured by a demon and Sam has to save her? 👌 ”

Warnings: Blood, being tortured, violence… that’s it, I guess

Word Count: 1134

Notes: I think I’m more of a Sam girl lol -Lottie

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larrycups  asked:

Hi, i'm looking for a football player louis au, it'd be great if it's bottom!harry, too. All the love.💖💖

Hi love! Hope you wanted footie fics and not american football fics:

We’ve got nothing to lose by iwontseecadyagain:

Summary: “Oops!” A deep and slow voice fills Louis’ ears as an arm reaches around his waist, to keep Louis from rebounding into another white-outfitted body – this time a short young girl who could only be gymnast.

“Hi,” Louis replies as he turns to smile up at the person and thank him for preventing Louis’ life from dissolving into a real-life game of Pong, but the words dry up in his throat when he sees.The person is a boy, tall and lanky with curly brown hair pushed away from his face messily and held back by a gaudy Union Jack scarf, green eyes sparkling from all the camera flashes and impossibly pink lips curled in a wide smile that nearly encompasses his whole face.And Louis recognizes him instantly. And he thinks that maybe if walking into the Olympic Stadium during the opening ceremony wasn’t enough, having Harry Styles’ arm around him might be the killing blow.

Also known as an Olympics AU where Harry is a pro tennis player, and Louis is a pro footballer. They meet at the opening ceremony and fall in love, obviously.

Word count: 12,181

so grab your passport and my hand by infinitelymint:

Summary: The one in which Louis plays football and Harry sings a lot, and somehow that means they’re meant to be. They’ll figure it out soon enough.

Word count: 32,614

but me, i’m not a gamble by impetuous:

Summary: A Posh & Becks AU in which Harry is a star on the stage and Louis is a star on the pitch, but they’re both inexplicably terrible at articulating their feelings. In the end, it only takes a season’s worth of failed matchmaking schemes, platonic dinner dates, road trip holidays, and one very convenient David Beckham cameo for them to figure it all out. And if Niall knew all along? Well, he at least has the decency not to be too smug about it.

Word count: 33,300

we’re only getting older, baby, and i’ve been thinking about it lately… by beautifulbane:

Summary: “Um… What do you mean?” He tries, but Louis sees right through it.

“C'mon, love, you know what I’m talking about. You told the world that I don’t want any kids.”

“Well, you don’t,” Harry answers moodily. “What’s wrong with telling them the truth?”

Louis sighs wearily. “You made it sound like you do want kids, though.”

“So what if I do?” Harry whispers. His heart is stammering in his chest. He still feels dizzy.

or, Louis is a famous football player and Harry is his supportive husband who desperately wants to start a family. Louis doesn’t want kids because of his career, but fate has other plans in mind.

Word count: 42,307

Baby, It’s You by Bearandleonardwrite:

Summary: "Oh, yeah. Um..” Harry lets his hands fall to his sides. His brows furrow, face full of concern, and he asks, “You’re not, like, stalking me, are you?”

Louis can’t help the loud cackle that escapes his lips and immediately slaps one of his hands over his mouth to muffle the sound. “Oh my god, Harry, no!” Louis tells him, a little breathlessly, giggles still bubbling out of his chest. “Lottie’s one of the makeup artists here today and she somehow got me to agree to come. I had no idea you modeled for, uh.. this brand until I saw you walk.”

“Oh,” Harry says dumbly, eyebrows still pinched. He lets what Louis just said sink in before a bright grin takes over his face and he goes back to doing up the buttons on his shirt. “Well, that’s alright, then. I’m glad you could make it.

(Basically, Louis’ a footie player for Man U and Harry’s a YSL model. They meet at a masquerade.)

Word count: 18,704

Barefoot in Blue Jeans by indiaalphawhiskey:

Summary: AU. Louis Tomlinson is trying desperately hard not to fall for his son’s au pair, but he can’t, for the life of him, remember why.

475. The hope that this fear is unfounded.

Word count: 24,462

this slope is treacherous by teacuplarrie:

Summary: Harry and Louis are getting married but that doesn’t mean they can’t have fun

Word count: 13,017

Bring Your Body Baby (I Could Bring You Fame) by theboyfriendstagram:

Summary: Eighteen year old Harry Styles just graduated high school and landed a summer job as a waterboy for his favorite football team. His job description is simple: be ready to hand water and towels to players if needed. That didn’t seem to include Louis Tomlinson though, a twenty-three year old, recently transferred Paris Saint-German player, who seems to like making Harry’s job much more difficult than it has to be.

OR a self-indulgent AU that takes place over the summer of 2015. 18 year old Harry hates pining after people he can’t have, and 23 year old footballer Louis loves flirting with people even though it never means anything.

Word count: 84,134

Just For Me by iwillpaintasongforlou:

Summary: Harry is a supermodel with a fake boyfriend. Louis is the captain and star forward of Manchester United with a fake girlfriend. They should have no problem having a completely platonic lunch between friends.

(They do.)

Word count: 9,545

Coffee Cups and Football Boots by riverniall:

Summary: Harry’s stood behind the counter again, but this time he’s painting his nails. Louis strolls up to the counter and, thanks to his no brain-to-mouth filter, blurts out, “Isn’t that a little girlish, Haz?” leaning closer to inspect.

Harry lets out a little huff as his hand slips, “Oh, damn, now I’ve messed it up,” he pouts and turns to Louis, “Why should making myself feel pretty be girly?”

Louis holds up his hands in surrender, “’M not judging, jus’ curious is all.”

Word count: 14,025

Sleepless London Night- Jack Maynard Imagine

Word Count: 1,072

Request:  Hey cutie! I was wondering if you could write a jack one where y/n and him live apart and one night she can’t sleep so she calls him and he comes over to be with her💜 in love with your writing!! 

Author's Note: I apologize if this isn’t my best. I just got out having some writer’s block, but I still think it’s cute. Please be kind x

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10:00 pm-
You were sat on the sofa watching Netflix, having a chilled night in. While also texting your boyfriend Jack. He had just gotten home from VidCon Amsterdam. You missed him terribly while he was away, but you were glad he got to see and meet his fans. He snapped you some cute kissy faces, telling you how much he missed you.

11:00 pm-Jack called you to say goodnight, like he always did. Wishing you sweet dreams and that he couldn’t wait to see you tomorrow.

You slipped on one of his t-shirts you stole, to wear as pajamas. It still smelled like him. His cologne lingered in the fabric. It made you feel like he was with you even when he wasn’t.

After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you made your way over to your bed. You climbed in, wrapping your body in the soft duvet. You raised your arm up to shut off the light off, then made yourself comfortable. Nuzzling your face into the pillow, you closed your eyes gently, looking forward to the morning to come.

2:00 am-It had been a few hours since you laid down to go to sleep. Well that was your intention, except you couldn’t sleep.

There you were, wide awake in your room staring at the ceiling. Everything was quiet and still. Everything except your mind, it just wouldn’t shut off.

You tried doing different things to make yourself tired. Listening to soothing music, drinking tea, fluffing your pillows, turning on a fan. You were so desperate, you even tried counting sheep. Nothing seemed to work.

3:30 am-This is getting ridiculous

You tossed and turned in your duvet, annoyed you were still awake. You unraveled yourself from the cocoon of blankets, crossed your arms, and let out a deep sigh. Lying there in exhaustion, you reached for your phone on the nightstand beside you. Once it was unlocked, you decided to make a phone call.

Please pick up

It rang a few times before a familiar, sleepy voice answered, “Hellooo?”

“Babe I can’t sleep.”

“(Y/N) it’s 3 am.” he groaned.

“I know but I can’t sleep. I’ve tried everything and nothing has worked! And I’m all alone. Could you maybe come over and sleep here?”

He let out a sigh,”You really want me to come over there?”

“Please I need you.” you pleaded into the phone.

He took a deep breath, “Alright gorgeous, I’ll head over right now. I’ll see you in like 30 minutes.”

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4:00 am-You heard your door unlock and footsteps dragging across the floor. The footsteps were getting closer. Suddenly appeared your tired, zombie like boyfriend in the doorway. He trudged over to you wearing a grey hoodie and black gym shorts, paired with some Nike slides on his feet. You could tell he just had rolled out of bed because his hair was fluffed and a little bit curled. A piece of his disheveled hair stuck out, making you laugh a little.

“What’s so funny?” he asked groggily.

“You have bed head sticking out of your hood.” you explained as you swept back his blonde locks.

He slumped down on the side of the bed, taking off his sweatshirt, slowly reaching for the duvet. He snuggled in, pulling you into his side.

“I missed you so much. I’m glad you came.” resting your head into his chest.

“I missed you too princess. And of course I came.” He whispered while tracing little circles on your back with his fingers.

You pulled away slightly, gazing up him to meet his tired, blue eyes. He gave you a smile and leaned into your lips for a kiss.

When your lips parted, Jack quickly looked down, “Is that my Guns N Roses t-shirt?”

You pulled the duvet up over your face, “Maybeee.” you giggled, peeking your eyes back out at him.

He shot you a surprised look, “I’ve been looking for that for bloody ages! You little thief!”

“Oh well! Looks better on me anyway.” Jack stuck out his lip in a pout, giving you puppy dog eyes. “Alright, alright It looks good on both of us.” you admitted with a sigh.

A smile spread across his face as he pressed another kiss to your lips. “(Y/N) can I ask you something?”

You nodded.

“Did you call me over here because you couldn’t sleep? Or because you missed me and couldn’t wait to see me?”

You paused and thought about his question for a minute. “I guess maybe both. I hate being away from you.”

Jack brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it, “Aw I know (Y/N). It’s hard with me traveling for work and living a half hour away, isn’t it?”

That’s when you got an idea

“You know…we wouldn’t have to miss each other so much, if we lived together.” you suggested. You weren’t entirely sure how he would react. It’s not like neither of you had ever thought about it before, but it wasn’t something that had been discussed. You could see him processing what your proposal.

He tilted his head, “You know what? That sounds like a great idea.”

“Are you sure? Could you handle me living with me 24/7 and stealing more of your shirts?”

“I’m pretty sure. And that’s alright. I love seeing you in my shirts, but I love you more. Let’s do it.”

He winked at you, making you smile like an idiot, “I love you most.”

You couldn’t wait to do this all the time. No more sleepless nights alone. Just you and Jack.

Your tender moment was cut short, you quickly thought to yourself, What time is it?

You shot up, untangling yourself from Jack and reached for your phone. 5:30 am

Slinking back down into your side of the bed, you laughed to yourself. The exhaustion had definitely set in.

“What?” Jack asked with a confused expression.

You showed him your phone screen, the time displayed for him to read.

He giggled and shrugged his shoulders, “Oh well. Now we have an excuse to stay in bed and cuddle all day.”

And that’s just what you did. Even though the rest of the world was just waking up and starting their day, you two were in a world of your own, asleep in each other’s embrace. A lonely, sleepless night turned into a wonderful memory.

TTB -- Forging Love

Title: Touch the Butts Hobbit Edition— Forging Love  

 Summary: You were a simple office worker, until a twist of fate sends you tumbling into Middle Earth and into the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.  You don’t know what to expect, you don’t know if you will survive, but you have this feeling that there is a great love story in the making.  But who will be the one you are destined to be with?  Make your choice and Touch the Butts.  

 Warnings: Language.  Fluff.   Talk of sexy times.

 Start From the Beginning

Originally posted by tinysofia

The forges of Erebor had always fascinated you.  Granted, after the whole thing with the dragon, you couldn’t really look at them too seriously, but they were still magnificent.  Every worker there was able to make the most incredible things. Small jewelry that seemed like strings of gold tied together, special weapons with runes on them, armor, just fascinating to watch.  

You tended to sneak down and watch every now and then, standing off to the side just to listen to the sounds of the hammers hitting the anvil’s, the gold bubbling, the silver being cooled.  But today, you got a special surprise when you trekked down to the forges with your lunch in hand.

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A Chance Encounter: Chapter Two - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @susybird

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Description: Fluff, a little swearing. Dylan and Reader meet again and are surprised to find out they have something in common.

Word Count: 3006

Author’s Note: Any feedback is welcome. Let me know if you want to be tagged! Thanks for all the love

Chapter One - Chapter Three


Chapter Two

I was sitting at my desk, staring at my computer screen. A single line ran across the otherwise empty page. It simply read: this story is trash, you’re trash, the world is trash. I sighed and deleted it. My agent would be calling the next day to find out how the progress of my next book was going. So far it wasn’t going well.

Suddenly my phone lit up, my Doctor Who ringtone filling the room. I pulled it toward me, welcoming the distraction and the chance to continue procrastinating.

A hilariously goofy, but still smoulderingly sexy, selfie of Dylan filled the screen. I smiled, giving a little laugh. I hadn’t even noticed him taking it. I swiped across the screen, bringing the device up to my ear.

“Hello, Y/O/N? It’s Dylan, ah, Dylan O'Brien. The complete spaz whose life you saved yesterday.”

I laughed. “Hey Dylan. I’m glad you called.” In fact I was doing a ridiculous happy dance in the middle of my living room. Omg. Omg.

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codlena  asked:

Well, since you surprised me and all cody's fans with this Cody's hoodie picture, I just remember the Cody's sweaty picture ! "Kiss me. I'm Irish. And sweaty. 🍀" And I'm sorry, I'm not a psycho but I just LOVE your writings, and Cody, so.... 💩 haha, but I was wondering, do you studie letter ? Or do you want to do a book later ? Because, you have a talent, you know exactly how to write and put emotions

Ha, I don’t know if I surprised a lot of Cody fans with my improv drabble, but I certainly surprised myself. I’m not very blunt person, let alone about my impure thoughts, haha. However, I’m so glad you liked it. Hopefully you’ll like this too….

codychristian: Kiss me. I’m Irish. And sweaty. 🍀

Cody walked into the kitchen, his arms immediately wrapped around my waist, leaving a small gap between his chest and my back. My bottom lip pushed forward before I turned around and raised an eyebrow at him, questioning why he wasn’t pulling me into his warm embrace. But then my eyes immediately locked into his wonderful ocean blue eyes. They were shining bright, filled with so much light; I could get lost in them forever.

My eyes flickered to the sweat stains on his shirt as it clung to his tight skin. I bit my bottom lip, taking in the glorious sight in front of me. The combination of his sweat and his cologne filled my nostrils. He looked so rugged and smelled so manly. I wanted nothing more than to rip off his clothes and let him have his way with me on top of the kitchen counter.

My eyes slowly scanned back up to his handsome face. He just kept staring at me, trying not to smirk, knowing exactly what was running through my mind. He knew it drove me crazy whenever he came home all sweaty after a great workout. The sight alone always made my panties wet.

I lifted my hand to touch his hair, but pulled back realizing how much I loved his hair sticking to his forehead. Instead, I cupped his cheek, feeling his light stubble in the palm of my hand. It was so prickly and rough. I wanted him between my thighs as my fingers slid to his perfect silky, wet hair. My thirst, my cravings, my needs were building up by the second. I needed him, bad.

Cody chuckled as I closed my legs together. He leaned in and whispered against the shell of my ear, “Kiss me. I’m Irish. And sweaty.“ 

I groaned, as his voice was smooth as velvet yet husky at the same time. It was so damn sexy. However, his teasing wasn’t helping me one bit. I ripped his shirt as I pushed him back, making him walk backwards until his perfect bubble butt hit the kitchen counter.

“That was my favorite shirt,” he chuckled, not sounding the slightest bit upset.

“I’ll buy you another one,” I said before I smashed my lips against his. He turned us around and squeezed my ass. I jumped and wrapped my legs against his waist before he sat me on the cold kitchen counter. Cody’s lips trailed along my jaw, down my neck, and across my neck with soft wet butterflies kisses.

“What do you want, baby?” His warm breath fanned against my sweet spot, making me squirm.

“I want you. Right here. Right now.” I kissed him hard and leaned back on the counter, pulling Cody with me in the process, eager to get this night started.

Beachday!

This is for @nickvallentiness! Who was right about the stuffed animals names!

Prompt: Ahh idek! Maybe Phil,Sam and Peter (plus Rhodey and Pepper) organise a day out for the kids like the beach or swimming and tony won’t get in the water and Peter has to help him conquer his fear? Idk you can run with it and do whatever you want cause I’m sure I’ll love whatever you write anyway!! ❤️



TINY TONY PART 5


Peter stretches. What a wonderful day. They are in a safe house now so they can have some time without worrying about anything than the kids. Fury himself said so.

The Guardians are on duty now. Minus Peter of course, Tony wouldn’t let him go.

“Are you happy?” Peter asks when he picks Tony up.

“Happy, happy, happy.” Tony giggles and holds onto Peter’s neck.

“And what are we doing today?” Peter asks and Tony smiles shyly.

“Beach!” he squeals and Peter nods.

“That’s right. So let’s see what we need for that.” Peter sets Tony down onto his changing table and looks around.

Phil had the idea that they could take the kids to the beach, since they were all friends now. Sam is still exhausted from Bucky and Steve so he is glad for some variety.

Peter had also asked Rhodey and Pepper to join them. And Phil said nobody could find them on the beach in front of the safe house. Since nobody can know about the superheroes being kids.

“So I have a blanket for us, sunscreen especially for you, hmm Phil has all the snacks and some juice for you all. I have some swim shorts for me and some toys for you. So I guess only your outfit is left.” says Peter and opens Tony’s wardrobe again.

“Colour?” he asks Tony and Tony thinks about it really hard. He looks like winnie-the-pooh when he does that, because he taps with his hand against his forehead.

“Red!” says Tony smiling and Peter nods.

“Look it has a cute little duck on it!” Peter says and then helps Tony into his own tiny swim short. He also dresses Tony in a light blue shirt and a blue toddler kepi

“Ready?” Tony asks and claps his hands.

“Yeah I think so. Let’s see where the others are!” Peter says and when he sets Tony down, the boy immediately runs down the corridor.

“Beach, beach, beach!” he squeals and Peter laughs.

He is so glad, that Tony feels free and happy with them. He deserves all the love he gets. But to be honest Peter is a bit nervous of going to the beach today. Tony doesn’t like water.

Peter can give him a bath, but Tony always looks afraid in the water and holds onto Peter’s shirt the whole time. But he could build some sandcastles with Tony or such things.

They would be fine.

Peter follows Tony and takes their bag with him. The others are already in the living room. Phil holds Natasha’s and Clint’s hand. Bucky and Steve are playing with some cars, while Sam talks to Pepper.

Tony is on Rhodey’s lap and giggles.

“Petey! I wanna go now.” Tony whines and he even pouts. Peter laughs and when Tony holds his hands up, takes him from Rhodey.

“Everyone ready?” Peter asks and when he gets the approval from everyone they go outside. It’s a really short walk and Peter sees that the others already have some blankets and sun umbrellas ready.

“Sam! Sam! Can we go swimming?” Steve asks when they are all sitting on the blankets. He behaves a lot better since he became friends with Tony. Sam rolls his eyes but he grins.

“I wanna go too!” Bucky whispers shyly and looks at the water. Sam takes both boys and helps them with their swim rings.

“Do you need some help?” Rhodey asks and Sam seems relieved, that he doesn’t have to go alone in the water with both boys. Peter smiles when he sees how Rhodey helps Bucky with the swimming and Sam helps Steve.

Bucky seems to swim really good for his age. Steve not so much, but Sam holds him.

“I wanna build a sandcastle.” Clint says and he forces Phil to build one with him. Natasha is lying on her blanket and just looks at Pepper.

“How do you do your hair like that?” Natasha asks and Pepper laughs, but explains to her what braids are. Natasha seems so excited, that Pepper helps her to braid her own hair.

Peter sighs happily and looks at his sweet boy.

“What do you wanna do?” Peter asks then and Tony looks up. He seems overwhelmed and shrugs.

“Uhm… I don’t know. I wanna do what you like.” Tony whispers and he takes his thumb into his mouth. Peter smiles and takes a pacifier out. He helps Tony with that and takes the sunscreen out.

“Okay bambino. Safety first, we need to protect your skin from the sun. And then we could go and join Bucky and Steve?” Peter tries because he knows how much Tony loves those two.

He also loves Clint and Natasha but Steve and Bucky seem more like big brothers to him. Especially Bucky.

“Ok.” Tony says around his pacifier and he looks over to the water. He seems a bit nervous, just like Peter thought he would.

Peter helps him with the sunscreen first and then searches for the floaties, that he took with him. Because never in his life would he let Tony go into the water without any support.

“What’s that?” Tony asks and points at the floaties. They are a pale yellow and have little ducks on it. Peter smiles.

“They will help you swim.” Peter answers carefully and then starts to blow air into them. Tony watches Peter but he still looks nervous about the whole thing.

“Is…the water cold?” Tony asks when Peter puts the floaties around his arms. God they are a bit big. Why is Tony so small? (Not that Peter complains, he loves his sweet little boy.)

“Nah, probably not. I mean you know how Steve and Bucky are with the cold.” Peter answers and then pulls of his shirt. He holds his hand out and Tony reaches slowly for it.

He looks so ridiculous with the big floaties, his swim shorts and the toddler kepi. Peter wants to eat him.

“Oh are you joining us?” Sam asks when Peter and Tony go over to the water. Tony nods shyly, but he looks at the water and shudders.

“You don’t have to go in there you know?” Peter says when he sees how Tony looks. But Tony shakes his head and takes a deep breath. Before Peter can say anything else, Tony turns around and runs toward their blanket again.

“Aw seems like we won’t join you.” Peter says but he is not even completely turned around when Tony runs back to him. This time without his pacifier that is now sitting with Eddy on the blanket.

“Okay.” Tony says shyly and holds his hand out again. Peter laughs a bit.

“You sure?” Peter asks again because he doesn’t want Tony to have a panic attack or anything like that.

“Gonna be brave! Just like you.” Tony answers and Peter laughs. Tony had seen him workout the other day and told everyone Peter was now his hero. What would he say when he would see Peter as Guardian in a real fight?

Tony takes a step a forward and his feet touch the water for the first time. Tony whimpers at that but he smiles a bit.

“Feels funny.” Tony says shyly and wiggles his toes a bit in the wet sand. It breaks Peter’s heart that Tony never had been to a beach as a kid.

“I know. Do you wanna go deeper?” Peter asks and when Tony nods, Peter goes into the water. They stop when the water reaches Tony’s knees.

“S-stop.” Tony says then and Peter does stop in a second. Tony comes closer and reaches for Peters swim shorts. He looks so scared and then another wave hits them. Tony whimpers again.

“Tony!” Steve squeals and runs over to them. But he splashes the water on his way to Tony and Peter looks down to see that Tony starts crying at that. Before Peter can pick him up another wave startles Tony and he falls on his butt. The water is close to his chin and Tony cries even louder.

Peter picks him up immediately and Steve stops.

“What happened?” Steve asks and he sounds worried. Tony shakes his head and buries his face against Peter’s neck.

“He was just startled by the water. It’s not your fault.” Peter answers and he rocks Tony a bit in his arms. Tony is still crying and he hiccups sadly.

“Aww Tony.” Bucky says and he swims over to them. He was a bit deeper in the water with Rhodey. Tony looks up when he sees that Bucky is swimming.

“H-how do you do that?” Tony asks and he rubs over his eyes. He seems okay again but his smile wobbles a lot.

“Swim?” Bucky asks and Tony nods. He puts his thumb into his mouth and seems really interested in that. Bucky shows him how he swims with the swim ring. Peter sees how Rhodey watches him in case something happens.

Steve is with Sam but then tries to swim as well. It doesn’t look as good as it did when Bucky swam. But he doesn’t drown. Tony giggles a bit and then looks at Peter.

“Can I swim, too?” he asks shyly and Peter kisses his wet cheek.

“I’m afraid you can’t darling. We need to teach you first. And you really have to be in the water for that.” Peter explains and Tony nods sadly.

“B-but when I’m not afraid anymore will you help me?” Tony asks and takes his thumb out of his mouth. He reaches down to the water and wiggles his fingers.

“Of course. But I have another idea, hm? We can try together. You can hold onto me?” Peter asks and Tony nods. He still seems afraid but he trusts Peter. It makes his heart hurt so much is he loving this sweet boy.

“Okay put your arms around my neck and hold onto me, yeah?” Peter says and Tony does that. Peter is glad about the floaties and then Peter goes into the deeper water. When the water goes to Peter’s chest he helps Tony onto his back.

“Oh!” Tony gasps when he sits on Peters back and Peter swims a bit.

“You like it?” Peter asks when he carries Tony and Tony is squealing with laughter then. Peter can hear Steve asking Sam if they could do that, too. Bucky swims beside Peter.

“Bucky look! I’m in the water!” Tony shrieks happily and Peter is so glad his boy is giggling again. It’s still his favourite sound. The water goes to Tony’s shoulders and Peter is proud of his brave boy.

“You are doing good Tony!” Bucky says then and Rhodey laughs, when Tony grins at them.

Half an hour later they go out of the water again. Peter feels really relaxed and Tony even splashed a bit in the water. He seemed happy and is now sitting in the wet sand playing with some toys.

“He seems happy.” Rhodey says when he sits next to Peter.

“I really believe he is happy.” Peter answers and Rhodey nods. Since Tony is so small Rhodey is here with him more often. Peter is glad Tony has such a good friend. Even though they are years apart now. Same with Pepper.

“Petey! Look!” Tony screams then and for a moment Peter believes he is in pain. He runs over to him but Tony smiles and points at something Peter can’t see.

“I made a friend!” Tony says proudly and then Peter sees a little crab in the sand. Tony had built a little sandcastle and the crab was now sitting in the moat that was filled with water.

“Oh.” Peter says a bit surprised, but Tony just smiles so brightly, that Peter can’t help himself, so he smiles back.

“Of course you made a new friend bambino. Everybody should want to be friends with you!” Peter says and he sits down next to his little boy.

Tony looks away when he blushes and builds another little tower with his little bucket. Peter just smiles.

“What’s his name?” Peter asks and the crab moves a bit away. Tony lays his head to one side and then laughs.

“Mr. Crabs.” Tony says and the crab lifts one pincer and Tony giggles. He holds his hand to the crab and touches the pincer with his pinkie. Peter is afraid that the crab will hurt him, but it doesn’t. Instead he realized Tony just gave the crab a high five.

Peter laughs loudly. What a silly boy.

The crab seems to have enough and crawls slowly away. Tony looks a bit sad at that, but he waves after the crab, when it disappears into the water.

“Petey… will you… really teach me to swim one day?” Tony asks and he looks at the water next to them. Peter wants to teach him, but he knows that the adult Tony hated the water.

But maybe…maybe Peter could show him a new world now. A better life.

“If you want me to.” Peter answers finally and Tony stands up to hug him.

“Thank you.” Tony mumbles and Peter strokes his wet hair. Tony looks exhausted but also very happy.

“Why do you wanna learn it?” Peter asks then and he thinks it’s because of the other kids. Like Tony wants to do everything Bucky and Steve are doing. But Tony smiles shyly.

“Mr. Crabs told me I should visit him in the ocean and meet his friends. Maybe I can meet Ariel, too.” Tony says and Peter hugs him very tightly. He can’t believe Tony is so innocent and cute.

“Oh I have something for you!” Tony squeals then and goes over to his other bucket. He pulls out a little shell and holds it up for Peter.

“Aw thank you!” Peter says and takes the little shell.

“It’s because I love you.” Tony whispers and kisses Peter on the cheek before he runs over to the others and asks them for some cookies, when he sees the other kids are already eating them.

“I love you too, bambino. And I will do everything to protect you.” Peter whispers. He can hear the other laughing.

“Nooo. The last one is for Petey!” Tony whines when Bucky takes the last cookie. Bucky gives it to Tony, who puts it on Peter’s place on the blanket.

Peter watches his little boy and…he doesn’t want him to grow up ever. But can you blame him?