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NarutoWeek2017 day three + four: Favorite fight + arc

↳ Team 7 vs. Haku and Zabuza (Land of Waves arc)

When a person has something important they want to protect.. that’s when they can become truly strong.

This Can’t be happening

Pairing: Steve Rogers & Readers three year old daughter x Team

Warning: This broke my heart. So I mean good look people. Good luck.

A/N: Heart Break Weekend

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She grips tightly to her doll as Uncle Clint helps her out of the car seat. He’s fidgeting and his face has that look as if he’s struggling to keep it together. Sarah hold his hand as they walk quickly across the parking lot walking through the big doors Clint’s hand squeezes around her little hand as they reach the desk, they mutter between the two of them the woman behind the counter and Clint, both looking down at Sarah who grips harder on her doll. Clint turns walking faster than Sarah who was struggling to keep up.

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Some Place Away

WS!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Roughly based on Ariana Grande’s Dangerous Woman

Word Count: +3k | Rating: R

Warnings: Angst, SMUT. UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap your wang, before you bang!)

A/N: alright, this was hard to write, and my head hurts but i was determined to write my first song fic and this is for KUMI!!! (@mellifluous-melodramas​) my wifey! OMG I’M NERVOUS HOE

(also, i’ve added ‘///’ where the smut starts and ends)

y’all, enjoy and do drop a comment in my ask box or anywhere

Masterlist here

(*gifs are not mine)

Somewhere in London, January 28, 1992; 12.47am.

You lean on the lamp post, far from them on the empty street, your gaze never leaving his form as you watch your soldier talking to another woman, who was rather getting a little too handsy with him. Her delicate fingers brushing up over his prosthetic arm, treating it like a delicate, poor little flower.

It disgusts you to no end and your violent mind thinks of all the scenarios where you’d do anything to keep her away from him. Keep everything, everyone away from him. But you know he’s only doing his job, the one that HYDRA forced him to do.

But there are so many other ways of gathering information. You could have taken matters in your own hand, but since the Soldier was granted the liberty for this mission, he thought it could be done without any sort of destruction, which you would never hesitate to cause.

It has been half an hour since they’re talking and as much as you wanted to ignore the sting in your heart, your brain overtakes your feelings and reminds you once again that you’re nothing but the protector; you’re here just to keep an eye on the asset. Any other sort of attachment would cost you both your lives.

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Setting that intimate night in Karachi aside, and leaving any sentiment unaddressed, Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler (as they were formerly known) began their collaboration during The Fall.

Their encounter with the first strand of Moriarty’s network, however, did not go quite as smoothly as planned. Shortly after they arrived in Montenegro as Mr and Mrs Wolfe, a gunfire-loaded incident had them both injured.

It also cost the late consulting detective his memory – he awoke in confusion, without the faintest knowledge of who he was.

Fortunately for him, his location was incredibly easy to deduce, as was his relationship with the only other occupant of the house.

No need to inform her of the slightly inconvenient detail just yet. He was confident everything could continue on as usual, without his wife suspecting a thing about his (hopefully temporary) condition. It was their honeymoon after all.

One of the first things he learnt about himself was that he hated being bored, hated being immobilised in bed by a leg wound.

He almost wished it was more of a challenge, who this woman was to him. But no, it was so painfully obvious even without their shiny wedding rings (only 3-4 weeks old, he estimated) immediately giving everything away, further corroborated by the state of this place (clearly not in their home country; they moved into the house a mere couple of weeks ago and were not planning to stay for much longer) indicating that they were on a holiday trip abroad.

He could’ve arrived at the same conclusion with significantly less information. From how she’d looked at him the moment he opened his eyes, for example. (It was as if he were the first rays of sunshine, heralding arrival of the precious British summer, after 11 long months of grey skies and rain.) She had since withdrawn any initial concern from her expression, maintaining a cool and collected demeanour instead. A smirk or witty remark here and there, not a single word of caring, though what was unspoken in the way she tended to his wounds was more unequivocal than any words would’ve had power to convey.

It was just as well that they weren’t a very outwardly affectionate couple. Eased his reacclimatisation to the relationship. He didn’t particularly feel an affinity for the saccharine, and if he was honest, he was even rather surprised that they were apparently the marrying type.

Whomever it was that he used to be, however, he did approve of this man’s choice of spouse. He..liked her, from what little he observed about her since he’d regained awareness of his surroundings (approx. an hour ago). The nature of their relationship might have been the simplest of deductions, but the woman herself was most decidedly not. She was highly complex and incredibly fascinating. Intelligent, competent, self-assured, gorgeous.. (Wait, where did that last one come from? That wasn’t a deduction! Beauty was just a social construct.) Although he was certain that the intense (and very distracting) attraction he was experiencing had a more profound basis.

He couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was about her that conferred this singular sense of connection, familiarity layered with mystery. Merely that it was there as a result of something, something he frustratingly had no tangible recollection of – his current data was far from sufficient in providing him with any glimpse into their history.

She was standing to leave his bedside, and he instinctively reached out and caught her wrist. To gesture to her that she, too, needed to rest – it was likely already late in the evening when he awoke. He had to have been unconscious for days, judging from her lack of sleep (obvious, despite her efforts to conceal her mental and physical exhaustion).

Her reaction was one he hadn’t expected. Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched, as he was pulling her onto the bed. Shocked? But they were husband and wife, presumably sharing the same bed, it was only logical that she–

Oh. Oh. It hadn’t occurred to him that the specific physical contact he initiated could be interpreted as prelude to intimacy and..intercourse. A sudden adrenaline spike sent his own heart pounding frantically as he felt the mattress dip beside him when she did begin to lie down, her proximity increasingly alarming, and he turned on his side to face away from her, to escape her deep blue gaze (it wasn’t to hide his blush, and it wasn’t panic, he shouldn’t panic, that would be absurd).

“Sherlock, what–” And he stumbled over his interrupting response, “Not that. Not today. I don’t think I’m feeling up to it.”

The silence that stretched between them, taut as a violin string, told him that she was studying his demeanour, undoubtedly finding it unusual (right, so sex wasn’t something he’d normally deny her of; still, he was in recovery from what must’ve been a traumatic event, a reasonable excuse). Whatever comment she was most likely biting back (he couldn’t risk turning around to confirm this hypothesis), she didn’t say it.

Instead, he sensed her movement as she finally reached for the light switch after a long moment, and within an instant darkness was upon them. For which he was extremely thankful, because he then felt soft lips pressed to his cheek, immediately causing it to heat up.

“Good night, Mr Holmes.” Her warm body was inches away, her breathing a pleasant sound in the quiet of the night.

He tried to ignore the involuntary neuronal activity protesting for a change of mind regarding his earlier decision, his statement to her that he wasn’t keen to perform (you liarrrr), and forced his thoughts to focus on the newly acquired knowledge of his full name.

Sherlock Holmes awoke in the late-morning light, with an arm comfortably wrapped around his wife. Time to piece together the remainder of this puzzle that was his life. He hoped it wasn’t a dull one.

anonymous asked:

My boyfriend one day just grabbed my hand and said "let's get married" in the middle of breakfast and I may or may not have choked on pancakes

IS HE STILL YOUR BOYFRIEND IS HE YOUR FIANCEE NOW I’M !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O MY GOODNESS IM SHAKIGN 

  • Bin flopping around in bed because it’s like 9am in the morning
  • Nobody should be awake at 9am in the morning
  • 9am is 4 hours too early to be awake 
  • Bin nudges closer to Eunwoo’s side of the bed, trying to find his boyfriend for cuddles
  • Weird
  • It’s cold 
  • Bin huffs
  • Eunwoo probably got hungry and woke up early 
  • And sure enough, Bin catches a whiff of strong coffee and something sweeter 
  • He groans 
  • It means Eunwoo’s going to come barrelling in soon to haul Bin out of bed and to the dining table 
  • he might as well get up early to go help
  • and so Bin drags his ass out of bed, sleepily rubbing his eyes and slipping on his chunky black glasses 
  • cue Bin, stumbling into the kitchen with hair like a bird’s nest, eyes still half-closed and the cutest pout on his face, 
  • Bin, whining: “why did you get out of beeeeeeeeeeeeeed”
  • Eunwoo, turning around to kiss his boyfriend awake: “I didn’t want to but your stomach was growling in your sleep so I thought I’d just get breakfast running?”
  • Bin, mildly embarrassed and slightly grumpy 
  • But 
  • it’s Eunwoo’s pancakes
  • and if there’s anything Bin loves half as much as Eunwoo and loves more than food, it’s Eunwoo’s food
  • Bin backhugging Eunwoo through the whole pancake flipping process
  • small Binu kisses !!!!!
  • Binu sleepily resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder 
  • Eunwoo laughing and telling him to go get utensils and pour coffee because he’s nearly done with the pancakes 
  • Bin whining and trying to kiss Eunwoo some more
  • Eunwoo gently untangling clingy cuddly sleepy Bin (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and pushing him slightly towards the coffee machine
  • Eunwoo dousing half his pancakes in maple syrup 
  • Bin laughing at him for having a sweet tooth 
  • Eunwoo just humming and saying that “it’s a good thing you’re sweet enough then”
  • Bin being flustered and feeding Eunwoo a mouthful of pancake to shut him up 
  • Eunwoo just chewing and beaming softly at his boyfriend 
  • and wow
  • Bin is so so so so so so in love 
  • this beautiful angel that somehow fell in love with him too 
  • he can’t believe !!!!!
  • eyelashes sweeping his cheeks as he looks down to cut a piece of pancake to feed Bin in return 
  • bright, sparkly eyes as he tries to get Bin to open his mouth 
  • which Bin does, of course, because 1) food and 2) who can resist Eunwoo he sure can’t 
  • he really can’t
  • long fingers waving a forkful of pancake in Bin’s face, fingers Bin really would like to see adorned with a ring 
  • his ring 
  • and so he just reaches out his hand to cover Eunwoo’s own 
  • nearly knocking over his cup of coffee in the process because he’s Moon Bin 
  • but wow 
  • and Eunwoo’s looking at him with soft, questioning eyes and a loving smile and Bin’s heart really can’t take it
  • Bin: “let’s get married.”

I think I just got cavities

also bless yall for getting pancakes pancakes are the best breakfast food 

I’d like to state for the record that I’m okay with being wrong about Larry.

I mean… I’m not.

But if I am, I’ll graciously wish them well. After they explain those fucking tattoos.


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