Summary: This is a request (my first! woo!) from @webhoard . Jim is a drama queen and very cute when stroppy.
Request:Hmm…how about fluffy Jim
getting ‘mad’ at S/O for something trite like eating the last of the ice cream
or something like that, and S/O has to placate him and cheer him up? Lol, I
just really wanna Jim acting like a lovable man-child.
Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader
Warnings: None (100% FLUFF)
a/n: ok so stroppy drama queen Jim is my new favourite thing. Also, the ‘i can see a smile’ line is something my brother used to say to me when i was off school being ill to try and cheer me up.
“Hey, y/n! Which drawer did
you put the last of the ice cream in?” you heard Jim yell from the kitchen.
You could hear the drawers of
the freezer being opened and closed repeatedly, alongside rummaging sounds as
he dug his way through the contents. He was looking for the tub of salted caramel
ice cream which you both loved and had been devouring for the past week since
you had got back to earth.
“uuuurrrrmmmm… have you
checked the bottom drawer?” you shouted back, pretending not to know its true
location - empty and in the recycling.
You smiled to yourself and to
the last spoonful of the delicious dessert in your bowl. You planned on hiding
and destroying the evidence before Jim realised what had happened. But as you
placed the last spoonful in your mouth - savouring every second - Jim appeared
in the doorway.
A/N: Hi everyone! I just wanted to continued I’ll Be With You with a little snapshot of wedding planning. I also tagged everyone that showed interest in the series. Please let me know what you think! This isn’t the sequel. I’m still working on that. If you would like to get caught up in the series, here theMasterlist.
Being engaged to Avenger James Buchanan Barnes was easy. Neither one of you had any family left so there was no pressure to get married right away or even have a ceremony! You could have easily eloped but you two decided to take your time deciding. That was until Tony had had enough. He had started asking about little details, wondering your plans for your dream wedding. Honestly, you had never really thought about it. Before Bucky, you didn’t enjoy dating and only worked hours upon hours at the hospital. So, planning a wedding was a bit overwhelming for you. That was until Tony surprised you on your way back from a mission.
But making movies and writing songs is a safe place. Especially when our lives seem meaningless or that they’re going by too quickly or too slowly – the ‘do I matter in the big picture.’ I think that’s why people crave art. It makes things feel worth it. Art and love are a huge deal. Love and art fill up to make you feel like you matter.
Can you do an imagine of James catching you singing 'Somebody to you' please 😊
Aw this is a cute idea :)
James imagine, he catches you singing ‘Somebody to you’;
You scrub the shampoo in your hair as you swing your hips to the beat in your head. You’re staying with James and his sister while their parents are away; and at the moment, James is out jogging. You borrowed Sophie’s shampoo and body wash, and James leant you a towel. “Yeahh you!” You exclaim, shutting your eyes as you rinse the shampoo out. “I used to wanna be… Living like there’s only me. But now I spend my time, thinking ‘bout a way to get you off my mind.” You sing the first verse a bit quietly, just so you don’t disturb Sophie. By the time you’re done the song, your hair is all washed out. You turn the water off and step onto the mat outside the shower. You then dry off and put your pyjamas back on. You hear your phone vibrating from the counter, so you go to it. It’s all twitter notifications; saying how you’re a good singer. You furrow your eyebrows and exit the bathroom. You see that the door to James’ bedroom is open, which tells you that he’s back from his jog. You enter; seeing him on his bed with his phone in his hands. “James…” You start to say. He looks up and smiles. “Hey baby” He says, locking his phone and putting it on the bedside table. “James, what did you do…?” You ask, nodding at your phone. He smiles sheepishly then shrugs. “I may have recorded you singing” He tells you. Although you thought that’s what had happened, you groan anyway. “Jaaames… Why? I’m a horrible singer. Especially compared to you” You fold your arms over your chest and sigh. He frowns and goes in front of you. “You are an amazing singer, Y/N. You hit almost all of the notes perfectly. And I was very pleased that my beautiful girlfriend was singing my song” He responds. “I never thought I was a good singer at all, then I started dating you and I thought that even more because you have such an amazing voice” You mutter. He leans down and kisses your nose softly. “Well no matter what you thought or think of your voice, I love it, and so do most of my fans. They say we should do a cover together. I think that would be amazing and that it would turn out incredibly” He says. You smile softly and look up into his blue orbs. “I guess that would be fun… I still think your voice is way better” You say. He shrugs and smiles at you. “I think not, but believe what you will. Your voice will always be my favourite though” And with that, he leaves a sweet, lingering kiss onto your lips; telling you that he meant every word he said.
Many months ago there was a fic on tumblr, that started with a particular line, and I got excited, thinking it was going to go one way, but it went a different way completely. I’m sorry to say I can’t remember the name of that lovely original fic. That line, however, stuck in my head and just wouldn’t let go. It finally won and made me write this little story. The line is: “Wake up, it happened again!”
It’s 6213 words of complete silliness and fluff and some sexy times AU. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :)
A huge thanks to the always amazing @madfatty. She should be in the beta-readers Hall of Fame.
Guilty Pleasure Boy
Morning sunshine slants through the narrow window, boiling the bed and the people in it. Even half asleep, Rae can feel that she is naked and sweaty and funky. Hangover… From… Hell! Her mind is screaming at her. She moves slowly, just to see if she can without losing the contents of her stomach, and her hip rubs against naked skin. Groaaaannn… who’s bed is this? She opens one slanted eye gingerly.
She’s out of bed in a heartbeat, putting on some clothes. She’s in her own flat, which is great on the one hand, but annoying on the other, since now she has a full-grown sleeping hungover man to shift out of there.
“Wake up.” she snipes at the guy, and when he doesn’t move she says it again, louder. “Hey, wake the fuck up!”
Finn Nelson raises his disheveled head to look at her with a confused and bewildered expression on his face. “Whhhaaa…?” he croaks.
Rae throws his jeans at his head. “Let’s go. You need to go.”
Finn sits up slowly, all naked and sweaty himself. The bastard. “What’s your problem?”
She huffs angrily, “What do you think, dickhead? It happened again!”
Hi!! I would LOVE a ship with a Buttercream please :) No one really does ships for the buttercreams, so I’m glad to have found a blog that does! I’m 5'4", I have dark hair, dark eyes and I’m fairly tan 😅. I also wear glasses 🤓 that are kinda on the hipster side (but I do need them cause I have VERY bad eyesight). Ummm… I love writing and listening to music, and when I hang out with my friends they classify me as “the cool aunt.” I think that’s all I got… 😅. Thanks!
“What did he do now?” Oli asked, entering the bathroom where you were.
You dried your face with a towel before answering your boyfriend. “I was washing my face and putted my glasses in the sink, but when I finished…”
“Your glasses were gone.” Oli completed your sentence, seeing you trying to see something by squeezing your eyes. Oli rolled his eyes and went after his little brother. “James, come here!”
Oli invited you for travel to a little city by the Italian coast with him and his family. You were staying with the Whites on a rented cozy house and were having the time of your life. You could write and listen to music by the beach or just play some games with (luckily) your future family.
James was giggling, holding something behind his back.
“Are you even trying to hide these glasses?” Oli asked. “C’mon, give it to me. Y/N needs it.”
“Oh, Oli!” James complained.
“Give it to me, James!”
“No!” He exclaimed and started running through the house.
Oli wasn’t in the mood for playing, “James come back!” but you were, so you started chasing the boy around.
“We are on vacation, Oli!” You said laughing while running. “Come help me catch this funny boy who thinks he can prank me and get away with it!”
So you all started running chasing each other until you all get too tired for anything.
“Here it is, Y/N.” James said, while giving back your glasses.
“Oh, thank you, James! I mean, I was chasing blurry figures hoping I wouldn’t fall until now, but, yeah, thanks!” You laughed. Actually, you hit some furniture while you were playing, but you didn’t want to cause James any trouble by saying it out loud, you knew he wasn’t being a bad kid. “You guys want a glass of water?” You asked as you were heading the kitchen.
“Please!” James asked.
“No, I’m fine.” Oli on the other hand said.
“Alright!!” You smiled for them before disappearing into the other room.
“Buddy, you can’t take Y/N’s glasses like that, she really needs it.”
“You need to apologize for her, not for me. I know she never would say something like this, but it was kinda bad you leave her without it.” Oli grimaced. “I don’t think she would ever be mad at you, in reality.”
“Well, she could be.”
Oli looked at his little brother confused. “What do you mean with that?” He laughed.
“I mean, I like Y/N. It’s not like I would like her less just because she would teach me a lesson.”
Oli smiled, James often seemed just a funny kid at first, saying the most random things, but then he transformed them into serious wise stuff. “I’m glad you like her, buddy.”
“If you break up with her, it will be your fault we will have a White less. Also, I will beat you up.”
“You will beat me?” Oli laughed hard, preparing himself for the little wrist fight they two were going to have now. “Let’s see if you can!”
“Alright, what are you guys whispering…” you rolled your eyes for the scene you found while coming back to the kitchen “about.”, your boys were rolling on the floor, wrestling.
for @jakepurralta, who was, once upon a time (ages ago), in agreement with me in our desperate need for more fic - and, thus, I took it upon myself to comply with Ducky’s request that I write something, and I … wrote something. See, I cant’ quite figure it out, but apparently my ability to be concise flies out the window whenever brooklyn nine nine is concerned. So like … 13k. And stuff. *clears throat* The good news? I WROTE FLUFF. No seriously - no one dies. Isn’t that nice? Good job, me. Anyway, I read so much fanfic that many of my ideas and headcanons are an amalgamation of other people’s fics, and usually my fic reading is done late at night so I wake up in the morning with ideas in my head and no idea where they came from. For that, I ask forgiveness. General disclaimer, here. Also: title’s from TSwfit (as if it’d be anything else) specifically mentioned because I think that the song Only Me When I’m With You not only fits well with this couple, but also with the theme of family that … well, that this fic is all about. Timeline’s spanning from pre-Holt all the way to post-Current Events.
Hopefully it’s not too cliche but: 4 times Jake meets Amy’s family - and counting.
See, her problem – once she’s acknowledged the fact that
it’s maybe a bit of a problem – is that for all intents and purposes, they could have been dating long before they
actually … you know.
Going through a mental checklist, Amy can name at least five
things that have remained basically
the same since she declared herself Officially In A Mature Adult Relationship
With Jake Peralta. They still text at any and all obscene hours of the day and
he still peppers her with heart emojis all the time. They share the same
friends – have shared them always, with maybe the exception of Kylie, so it was
never as though they started dating and had to meld their friend groups
together. They tease each other, and have a million – zillion – stupid inside jokes that probably nobody but themselves
and that one perp they put away for chronic public urination that time and maybe Gina will ever vaguely be able to
decipher. And they still (as if there was ever a time when they didn’t) see
each other every day anyway,
mandatorily, work-required seeing, even
when all Amy wants to do is upend the contents of the trash bin in the women’s
bathroom over Jake’s head (pre- and
So it would only make sense – only fit – that this was another one of those things that falls into the
“we were practically dating anyway” list that she’s so meticulously put
together in her head.
“Santi-aaaagoooo. You’re clutching at the steering wheel
“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” Jily
James glanced up from the table where he’d been sitting, staring off into space for the better part of an hour. It had been a long, long day.
But it was about to get a whole lot better.
Lily grinned at him from the doorway, covered head to toe in onesie pajamas.
“Lily Potter… are you trying to seduce me?”
Lily’s grin broadened. She draped herself over the arm of the couch, sticking her leg out and pointing her toe.
“You know what I like.” James waggled his eyebrows, making his way over to the couch.
“Good… because I bought you a matching pair.”
“Yesss… polka dots.”
Lily snorted, struggling to keep a straight face. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”
“Who needs a bed when you’ve got… FLAMING PASSION!” James ripped his shirt over his head and pounced, sending Lily into a fit of hysterical laughter as he nuzzled her neck.
“So… you want to put on your pair so I can take it off?” Lily wrapped her arms around James, who grinned back wickedly. With one (surprisingly) smooth move, James (literally) swept Lily off her feet and made his way to the bedroom.
thank you thank you to bobandsmallbob for her betaing expertise, and as usually thanks to bigquidditchhero for helping me to title. you’ll probably be titling my first novel.
The bed wasn’t where she’d fallen asleep, but it was where she woke up, no more than a few hours later. She woke suddenly and quietly, and once she looked around, she found the reason why she had woken up at all: there was no one sleeping beside her.
There was a strip of light leaking into the room from under the door, and she frowned to herself. It struck her that James had never left her side before, not at three in the morning, as the clock read.