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Cherry Bomb (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! 🙌🏽

A/N: This is dedicated to the marvelous @ballerinafairyprincess for requesting this super awesome idea a couple days ago! ❤ I had so much fun writing this!! I’m super jealous I didn’t come up with this! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! -Delilah ❤❤

Request: Hi darling! Can I make a request please? Can you do a Bucky x Reader where they go for milkshakes and she shows him how she can tie the cherry stem into a knot in her mouth (something he has never seen before). And it goes from fluff to smut just like that? 😊

Warnings: Hella smut! Swearing. Semi public sex.


Bucky always made a habit of telling you stories of the 40’s. Mostly about how different the times were, especially the architecture or the music. Surprisingly, one of the many things he missed from the era were the milkshakes. There was a little ice cream shop in Coney Island named Lucy’s that had the greatest tasting shakes in the world according to him. One of his favorite pass times was telling you story after story of the small shenanigans he and Steve used to pull in there.

There was the time he dared Steve to down an entire large shake called ‘The Big One’ which consisted of shake and cake mixed together. He was practically in tears when he told you that Steve only made it halfway before he raced to one of the trash cans and blew chunks. Steve never forgave him for that, by the way. He still winces and clutches his stomach whenever he’s reminded of it.

There was also a time where Bucky took a girl named Suzette on a date that ended horribly. Turns out, she was a little on the scary side. She flat out refused to let him order because the waitress was female. And she even went as far as making him switch seats because apparently “there were only girls in the booth behind him.” Poor Bucky was so afraid of the girl, he ended up excusing himself to the bathroom and climbing out of the window, only to find Suzette already waiting for him. It took him a week to get rid of her.

So being the big softie you were, you vowed to find a similar little spot to take him. Not only would it help him get some fresh air, but it would replace some of those traumatic memories with good ones.

That’s how you found yourself seated across from a grinning Bucky Barnes as he sipped happily on his raspberry milkshake.

Not only was Lucy’s still open after almost eighty years of business, but it was currently run by Lucy’s own daughter, Leslie, who was in her early 80’s now. When she saw Bucky, she nearly had a heart attack. She weaved her way through the many people in the little shop until she was standing at our booth.

“You used to come in here with that smaller fellow, right?” She asked, adjusting her cane. She was practically glowing with excitement. “I remember coming’ in here after school everyday and seein’ you two.”

You could see the words processing in his head. He was barely remembering things now, surely he wouldn’t be able to remember t
“I think I taught you how to tie your shoes, right?” He asked suddenly, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia.

Leslie gasped, placing her hand on her heart. She began singing some old nursery rhyme, one that you’ve never heard.

“Bunny ears, Bunny ears, playing by a tree.
Criss-crossed the tree, trying to catch me,”

Before she could finish, Bucky began singing as well.

“Bunny ears, Bunny ears, jumped into the hole,
Popped out the other side beautiful and bold!”

You both stared at him with wide eyes. Bucky however, grinned back at the two of you with triumph on his handsome face. He managed to remember something that wasn’t horrific or involved Steve. This was purely a personal memory he shared with her.

Leslie looked down at Bucky, her blue eyes watering.

“You two can have as many milkshakes as you want. For old time’s sake!” she exclaimed, wiping away the ones that fell.

Bucky and you thanked her. Even after she left, he couldn’t wipe the million dollar smile on his face. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get a bit teary eyed as well.

Yeah, this was a brilliant idea.


The ride back home was a long one. Tony let you borrow his favorite black mustang which he usually used for taking Pepper out. You figured the car would give you some relationship points, considering Tony claimed he “always got lucky” in this thing. Taking a sip of your to-go shake, you got the second best idea of that evening.

“Hey Bucky,” you say, looking over at him. His eyes are fixed on the road, his hair blowing slightly from the open window. Man, how did you get so lucky?

Bucky hummed, looking back over at you. His lips curved upwards into a small smile. One that made your insides melt. You popped the lid off of your milkshake and tooked the small cherry out of it. “You wanna see something cool?”

The car slowly came to a halt at the red light. Oddly, only you were the only ones at the intersection. For this specific road, that was kind of rare. Bucky placed the car into park and turned his full attention to you.

You plucked the stem from the cherry and placed it in your mouth. Bucky’s eyebrows raised.

“Wow, doll,” he deadpanned. “That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my hundred years. Congrats.”

You swatted his arm playfully, earning a giggle from him. Gosh, he could be such a man child sometimes. You weren’t complaining, though. You loved that side of him. It rarely came out, but when it did, it was only with you.

You fiddled with the stem in your mouth, tugging it with your teeth until it formed a perfect knot. You didn’t notice it at first, but Bucky’s eyes never left your mouth. He subconsciously ran his tongue along his bottom lip, taking the pink flesh into his teeth. Your lips were his favorite part of your anatomy besides a few other hidden places as well. It turned him on that only he’d see those places.

Sticking your tongue out, you took the knotted stem from your mouth and held it up for him to see. But to your dismay, he didn’t even acknowledge it. Instead, he was staring elsewhere.

“I thought it was cool.” you frowned, tossing it out of the window.

Before you could turn back to him, you felt his hand grab onto your chin roughly and force you to look at him. Your eyes looked into his blue ones, which burned into yours. What had gotten into him. That’s when you made the mistake of licking your lips.

It was just a simple gesture of distress, nothing big or anything. But it caused Bucky’s erection to strain against his dark jeans. In one move, he crush his mouth onto yours. You groaned into the kiss, letting his tongue dominate yours with ease. You’d never say it outloud, but you were one submissive lady. And this newfound dominance was making you wetter by the second. That, mixed with the fact that you could still taste the raspberry milkshake on his tongue just added to the experience.

Reaching between the two of you, he undid both of your seat belts. His hand held you in place, forcing your mouth open a bit more into the kiss. Letting out a whimper, you obeyed him. But before it could get any better, he pulled away.

You pressed your thighs together, desperate for any kind of friction. By now, it had been at least five minutes. The light had turned yellow now, yet there still wasn’t anyone else remotely near from what you could see.

You ran your hand along his clothed thigh, dragging your nails against the material lightly. Bucky groaned, resting his head back against the headrest. Slowly, you reached for the zipper of his jeans. You pulled the zipper down, unbuttoning them as well.

Taking the hint, he lifted his hips up and you slid the material down his thighs. The sight of his fully erect cock resting against his stomach made your mouth water. You’d seen it plenty of times, but it still got you off knowing that only you could make him that hard.

Lifting yourself up, you crawled over the middle console of the car and swung one of your legs over Bucky’s lap. You placed your knees on either sides of the seat. His hands ran along the back of your thighs, traveling upwards. They slowed once they got to the waistband of your skirt. Before you could figure out a way out of the material, Bucky placed his hands on the waistband and ripped the material apart.

“Hey!” you whined. “That was my favorite skirt.”

Bucky pressed a kiss to your cheek, ignoring you. “I’ll buy you as many skirts as you want doll,” he pressed another kiss onto your neck, causing a gasp to escape from you. “But right now, I wanna see that pretty little pussy of yours stretched around my cock.”

You let out a moan. This was the first time hearing his dirty talk, but you weren’t complaining one bit. It was music to your ears. You slid a hand between the two of you and slid the material of your thong to the side. You pressed a kiss to his lips as you lowered yourself onto his cock.

You knew he was big, he’s a fucking super soldier, for Christ’s sake. But the way he stretched your walls, filling you up until you were resting all the way onto his hips, caused you to groan -not from pleasure, but pain. It wasn’t extreme, but enough to subside the pleasure.

“Блядь…” he sighed, his forehead falling into your chest. You gave an experimental roll of your hips. He inhaled sharply, pressing small kisses onto your chest. You repeated your actions, this time, giving a gentle bounce. Slowly, the pain began to subside and your body coursed with pleasure. You placed your hands behind you, on his thighs, and began bouncing on his cock.

“Shit…” you groaned, closing your eyes at the feeling of him entering and exiting your body.

Bucky ran one of his hands along the material of your blouse, feeling the warmth of your skin radiate from behind it. With a loud rip, the material came open. Your eyes shot open, peering down. The buttons from your blouse were gone, leaving you in just your black bra, one you wore for special occasions.

When he placed his hand on the material, you reached out and grabbed ahold of it. “This is my special bra!” you pouted. He gave you an amused smile, before ripping it off as well.

“BUCKY!” you shouted, turning an angry scarlet. But before you could scold him further, he placed his hands on your hips and began thrusting into you. You placed your hands on his shoulders as he pounded into you, his cock hitting inside you deeper and deeper.

“F-f-fuck!” your body jolted upwards from the force, making you stutter on your words. You placed a hand on the roof of the car to prevent hitting your head.

Your bodies moved in sync, rolling your hips into each other. Bucky’s mouth found itself onto your breast, sucking on it gently. You keened, pressing your chest further into his face.

Your other hand found its way into his hair, pulling on the long strands gently. He let out a growl, biting down gently on your flesh.

That’s when you heard it.

The sound of a car door opening and shutting loudly.

You could see the figure of the police officer walking towards your car, sending little red sirens off in your head.

“What? What’s wrong?” Bucky asked, moving his head to the side and peeking at the side mirror.

The both of you instantly scrambled apart, desperately trying to make yourselves presentable. Bucky practically tossed you into the passenger seat, trying to pull his jeans back up his thighs. Slipping back on your ruined blouse, you held the material closed with your hands. As for your skirt, you simply placed it back onto your lap.

“If we go to jail, I’m so gonna kick your ass, Barnes!” You hissed, trying to smooth out your I-just-had-sex hair. Jesus, it was so obvious.

“Relax doll,” he laughed, winking over at you as he buttoned his jeans.

“I hear prison sex is the best sex there is.“

-FIN. ❤

Best Friends || Peter Parker Imagine

Word Count: 1,850

Requests: Hiiii! Could you pretty please do a Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x reader, where she, Peter and Ned are best friends in high school and Ned is the first one to notice Peter has a total crush on her. Fast forward to noticing she feels the same and trying to get them together? Bonus points for Spiderman? Thank youuuu 😘😘 @betty234

ahhh i’m in love with your blog!!! also very much in love with spider-man (tom holland….) soooo if you’re still taking requests, would you write one about peter parker being your best friend but obviously both of you like each other so you go do “couple-ish” things like cuddling while watching movies, etc. but one day you go out shopping (him carrying your bags whilst trying on clothes haha) and something happens so he has to go fight crime but ends up coming back, etc., fluffy/cute. ty! xx

A/N:I tried my best

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Y/N looked around the cafeteria looking for her best friends, Peter and Ned. She has been friends with them ever since the 4th grade when they took her to the nurse’s office after she scraped her knee at recess. They instantly clicked and have been inseparable since.

She spotted a head of light brown locks(i swear his hair is slightly reddish though), Peter Parker. Y/N walked up to the table that him and Ned are sitting at, clutching the now wrinkled paper in her hand. “Guys! I passed my math test!” She squealed as she sat down in front of the boys. Ned smiled. “That’s great! What grade did you get?” He asked with the smile still there.

“I got a 97! Ms. Busch said I got the best grade in the class.” She said still grinning. “You should be thanking me for helping you study.” Peter said with a cheeky smile on his face. “Why thank you Peter Parker,my knight in shinning armor, for helping me not fail the worst class in the world.” Y/N stated dramatically. Ned started dying with laughter even though it wasn’t that funny.

“So, what’d you guys do over the weekend?” She asked as she started eating the food off of Peter’s plate.

“I watched all of the Star Wars movies. It was awesome.” Ned told. “What about you Pete?” Y/N asked again.

“What? Oh, I-I went to the movies with…. with my Aunt! Yeah, yeah with May.” Peter answered awkwardly. Ned looked at him with a ‘dude, your'e such a fucking liar’ look, on his face. “Well that’s cool. What movie did you see?” Y/N asked while having a look of confusion on her face due to Peter’s sudden awkwardness. “Well, that’s the thing, it was some chick flick. I don’t really remember the name.” Peter lied. It’s not like Peter could tell her that he was busy beating bad guys up and getting his ass beat as his alter ego, Spider-Man.

The three of them continued talking about random nothings until they heard the bell ring, signalling the end of the lunch period. The three of them started heading to their next class, Chemistry, which they gladly had together. Y/N walked to the class and put her backpack on the lab table with her head on top, groaning. “I don’t want to be here.” She groaned as her friends laughed at her. “It’s alright. We’ll get through this together.” Peter said with mock sympathy while patting her back. Y/N gave him a childish glare as she sat up to see Ned staring at his 2 friends with an odd look on his face.

“What are you staring at?” Peter asked as he looked at Ned, who was looking between his friends “Oh, it’s nothing.” He replied with sarcasm and a small, almost non existent smirk on his face while Peter just shrugged it off. Y/N just groaned again as she pulled out her notebook from her bag. The tardy bell hadn’t rung yet so the trio continued their conversation from lunch Under the table, Peter reached for Y/N’s hand. Their hands intertwined with each other like it was routine, because it was. The two held hands all the time because it was something that came so naturally to them.

“So, do you guys want to go to the mall this Saturday? I have nothing to do, and I want to hang with my best buds.” Y/N asked with a smile on her face. “I can’t. I am swamped with homework.” Ned answered, sounding over exaggerated. Peter knew that Ned was just trying to set him up with Y/N, due to his forever-long crush on the girl. “What about you Petey? Are you just going to leave me hanging by myself?” She asked sarcastically.

Peter chuckled as he lightly squeezed her hand. “I would never leave you hanging.” He said just before the bell rang, silently thanking Ned for having too ‘much homework’.

“Since you never leave me hanging, do you want to stay the night on Friday since we’re hanging out Saturday?” Y/N whispered to Peter. “Sure, I gotta tell May though.” He whispered back with a smile as he leaned back into his chair to listen to the teacher.


Friday quickly approached and the two friends soon walked to Y/N’s house together.

“What movie do you wanna watch?” Y/N asked as she hopped on her bed in her PJs, next to Peter. “Whatever movie you want to watch.” He replied.

“You are too corny, Mr.Parker.” She said as she picked up a dvd that was on her bedside table. She opened the case and put the disk in her laptop. Y/N wrapped her hands around Peter’s torso, and she draped her leg over his. Peter put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. This was completely normal for them.

Halfway through the movie Y/N fell asleep on Peter’s chest. Peter smiled lovingly at the girl on top of him thinking about all the reasons he loved her. There was too many to count.


“This looks so bad.” She complained to her friend whom was carrying all of her bags while waiting outside of the fitting rooms of one of her favorite stores. “Come on. It can’t loo that bad. Let me see.“Peter begged as he placed the bags down on the floor. Y/N walked out of the dressing room wearing a dress that looked absolutely stunning on her. Peter just stared,with his mouth opened a bit.

"In what world does this look bad? You look amazing.” Peter gushed as he admired his best friend. “This is why we are friends, Peter Parker. You are the sweetest person I have ever met.” Y/N stated. Peter’s phone buzzed as Y/N went back into the dressing room to change back to her regular clothes.

Peter got a notification from Twitter. There was an armed robbery happening a few blocks from the mall he was just at. He didn’t want to leave Y/N alone but, people could get hurt. “Y/N? Listen I, I gotta go. Something came up. I’m sorry.” He shouted to the door as he sped off to his house to get his suit. “Wait, what? Peter!?” Y/N yelled as she tried to pull of the rest of the dress.

Y/N left the dressing room to see all of her bags on the floor, where her best friend should’ve been.


Y/N left the mall after buying the dress. She hailed a cab to get home.

About two hours after she got home, it was already dark out. Y/N was in her room, scrolling on her phone when she heard a loud knock on her window. Nobody ever knocked on her window so she was a little bit scared. Y/N went to pull the curtain to see who was on the other side of the glass. Hwn she saw the red suit, she looked confused. “What the fuck?” she said as she opened her window. Spider-Man crawled in through the window and fell against the floor. There was slashes all over his body.

“What the fuck?” She said again as she went to get a bag of vegetables to put on the bruises he most likely had, and some other medical supplied like peroxide and bandages. As she was taking off the body part of his suit to try and fix him she asked him, “Why the hell did Spider-Man show up at my window like this?” Still shocked, she put some peroxide on a cloth and then put that on his cuts. The man wheezed at the pain. He reached for his mask to pull it off. The mask slowly pulled off of his face and Y/N started to see that his face was laced with a painful expression. She only noticed who the man was when he took the mask off completely. “B-Because I’m Spider-Man.” Her best friend replied.

Y/N was not at all prepared for this. The end of her day panned out differently in her head.  "Oh my god. Oh my god.“ She exclaimed as she wrapped his body with bandages. Nothing was said after that though. Once Y/N was done with his wounds, she just sat on her bed, flabbergasted.

The two were silent before she spoke. "Does Ned know?” She asked as he started to sit up and lean against her wall. he only nodded his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Pete?” Y/N asked the question she was dreading. “I-I don’t know. I just wanted to keep you safe. If someone found out how much you meant to Spider-Man, they could hurt you and I didn’t want that to happen.” He replied rubbing his neck and looking at anything but you.

“I just wish you would’ve told me. We couldv'e fought crime together.” Y/N joked as she saw a faint smile apear on Peter’s lips. She stood up from her bed and moved to sit next to him on the floor, against the wall. “No more secrets, okay? Even if that means I get hurt. You have to promise to tell me everything from now on. Promise?” She asked with a faint voice. “I promise.” He swore, looking into her eyes.

“Guess I have to tell you something else than….” Peter muttered as he scratched his neck again. Y/N looked at him with curiosity. He sighed, putting his head in his hands.

“Peter, what is it?” Y/N asked with concern.

“I love you, okay? I have ever since 6th grade and I wanted to get over it but it’s hard because I know you would never like me back. When I see you everyday, I fall even more in love with you and I don’t know how to stop it and I don’t think I want to. You mean everything to me. And I would hate myself if you ever got hurt because of Spider-Man.” He exclaimed. Peter was glad to get that off of his chest but, he might have just ruined his friendship with you, forever.

“Oh Peter Parker. You have no idea what you do to me.” She said as she straddled his thighs and caught his lips in a kiss. He was shocked but also relieved that he didn’t get rejected. You pulled away, desperate to get air into your lungs.

“I have loved you for the longest time, Peter. You are my best friend and I trust you with everything. God, I wish you would’ve told me that you loved me sooner.” Y/N said, cutting her speech short, being desperate for another kiss. Peter pulled away with a sharp gasp, needing air. The two just smiled at each other, foreheads pressed against one another. Both of the teens were panting from the heated kiss. “And you should also be glad that Spider-Man is one of my favorite superheros.” She said, making Peter laugh.

Damian Wayne/Robin X Reader- What Do You Mean? (Part 3)

You sat in the bathroom of the shared bedroom of you and Damian, biting at your already short nails. It has been over five years since your feelings for each other were confessed, but you knew that this was too soon. You weren’t even married yet, and you might be wrong, but having a child at this age is problematic. You are supposed to join your father on patrol, kick some ass, and return home to patch up and go to sleep. Damian has almost finished preparing to take on the responsibility of Batman, but what would having a kid cause? Would you have it and give up vigilantism? Will you have to live in constant fear of the child losing his or her father? You knew that this would be a big change. Alfred and Dick would be ecstatic for sure. You really didn’t know what to expect from Bruce and Tim, but you were afraid of what your dad would do. You hope that he wouldn’t grab the nearest gun and point it to Damian’s face, but that is the most logical option. Would it be best to tell Damian first, or go to your dad and get some advice that might help? You went with the feeling in your gut and walked out of the bathroom, hoping that no one in the family will be killed as soon as you announce the news.


You quickly unlocked the door to your father’s apartment and attempted to tame your nerves. Sure, you told your dad that he could get his shotgun if Damian pissed you off. With the upcoming hormones coming up, that would be pretty easy.

“Hey, (Y/N/N),” Roy said while walking past you with a huge box of parts.

“Hi dad number two,” you joked. “Where’s dad number one?”

Roy laughed, “He’s still sleeping. I highly encourage you to not wake him up, especially with that new whip cream I bought last night.”

You smiled and walked over to the fridge and opened it. As Roy had said, a few cans of whip cream were calling your name. You pulled off the plastic and squirted some in your mouth before walking silently towards your father’s room. You cautiously opened the door and creeped over to your father’s side of the bed. You smiled maliciously before raising the can to his face.

“Put that on me and you won’t be invited for the next movie night,” your dad mumbled and pulled the blanket over his head.

“Fine,” you said while jumping over him onto the bed. “When did you become such a Richard?”

He chuckled, “When I got home from patrol last night, which was two in the morning. Where were you last night?”

“That’s what I came here to tell you about,” you stated nervously.

“What is it?”

“I may or may not be pregnant…..”

“What do you mean ‘may or may not be pregnant’? You’re either pregnant or you’re not. So are you?” Jason asked while sitting up.

You nodded and waited for him to start cussing up a storm and threaten Damian, but he didn’t say a word. You looked over to him and saw that he was still processing the information.

“I’m going to be a grandpa?”

You laughed and nodded again. He smiled and flung the blanket off of him. The bedroom door was ripped open and Jason’s shouts echoed throughout his apartment.

“I’m going to be a grandpa!!”

You laughed at his reaction and got out of his bed. Once you exited the room, Jason pulled you into a bear hug. Roy later joined said hug, but totally denies it. After your excited dad calmed down, he made pancakes and joined you at the couch. Harry Potter played in the background as the two of you continued your conversation.

“Does the demon know yet?”

You sighed, “Not yet. I decided that telling you first would be beneficial and you could give me some advise on how to tell him that I am pregnant and I will become a hormonal psycho in a few months.”

Jason chuckled, “Glad to know that I’m still your number one.”

“You’re my number one dad, but Roy is the pretty close number two,” you said.

“Hey! I’m hurt!” Roy shouted from the kitchen.

Jason laughed lightly, “I am the one who got a punch and kick from you the first time we met.”

“But who’s the one who grabbed her and prevented a kid from beating your ass?” Roy asked.

“Shut it, Roy!”


You climbed up the fire escape silently, hoping that your growling stomach won’t bring any attention to yourself. You looked in the windows to see if anyone wasn’t home and found two, but the first was locked. Deciding the obvious, you creeped over to the open window and slid it open cautiously. Once the window was open, you entered the dark and empty apartment. You quietly and quickly walked to the cabinets and searched for any cans that you could take with you. When you stuffed a couple cans in your bag, you opened the fridge slowly and searched for a quick snack you could eat on your way out.

“Roy, you better not eat the rest of that pie,” a tired male voice stated.

You froze and peeked over the end of the fridge door. A huge shirtless man was staring at you with wide eyes. You dropped the food you were holding and ran for the open window, but the man grabbed one of the straps on your bag and stopped you.

“Kid, wait a-”

You punched him in the face and watched as he staggered back a few steps. A shocked look appeared on his face, but was replaced with pain when you kicked him in the stomach for good measure. You turned back to the window, but you were stopped once again when a pair of arms wrapped around you and lifted you up. You thrashed around and tried to head butt and kick the person holding you, but it was all for nothing.

“I’m gone for thirty minutes and you get your ass kicked by a kid,” the person holding you, a man, laughed.

“She caught me by surprise,” the man you kicked wheezed out.

You continued to squirm in the man’s grip until the man you kicked held out the wrapped sandwich you were holding earlier.

“You can have it, but you have to promise to stop with the ninja shit and sit down,” he bargained.

You stared at him and nodded. The man put you down and you quickly snagged the sandwich from the man’s hand and sat down at the table that was a couple feet away from them. You quickly ate the sandwich while you watched them whisper about something which was definitely you. The black-haired man you punched walked over to the fridge and pulled out a slice of pie. He walked over to the table and slid the pie in front of you.

“How long have you been living on the streets?” he asked in a calm tone.

“About two years,” you mumbled while pulling the pie closer to you.

“My name is Jason,” he said while gesturing himself and pointed to the red-haired man, “and that’s Roy.”

You glanced at Roy and returned your attention to Jason.

“Would you like to stay here for awhile? You could have food and shelter if you stayed.”

“You’re not gonna send me to the hell house?” you asked with confusion written all over your face.

Roy laughed and Jason smiled.

“No, we just don’t want you to be on the streets.”

You smiled and nodded. You finally had a home again.


After visiting your dad, he insisted on driving you back to the manor. You couldn’t win that argument with that stubborn ass, so you sat in the passenger seat and discussed some possibilities for baby names.

“We are not naming it after a band,” you stated, “or after Roy’s weapon of choice.”

“What? Led Zeppelin is an awesome band, but I definitely disagree with Roy’s choice.”

“I really thought you were going to pull out the shotgun when I told you,” you confessed.

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t bring it,” he smiled.


“I didn’t say I was going to use it!” he reassured you.

“You better not do anything to make me regret telling you first,” you told him and exited the parked car.

You walked up to the door and unlocked it, knowing that Alfred is somewhere cleaning. Noises could be heard from the kitchen, and you could make out the voices of Dick and Damian. You gave your dad a questioning look when the sound of glass breaking interrupted their argument. He pulled you behind him and walked to the kitchen, where Dick was squeezing the life out of Damian.

“What the hell are you doing to Damian, Dickhead?” you asked Dick while prying his arms off of Damian.

“Well, Dami came in here asking for some advice about- oof!”

Damian elbowed his stomach, which caused Dick to back away from him and clutch his stomach.

“It is not your place to reveal that information, Grayson. What are you doing here, Todd?”

“Dropping off my daughter,” he responded.

“Damian, I have something to tell you, but I’d prefer to tell you alone,” you stated and tugged on Damian’s hand.

Damian followed you to the living room until you stopped.

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted.

Damian’s eyes widened and a smile appeared on his face, “This is wonderful news, Beloved!”

You smiled at his reaction and pulled him in for a hug. It was relieving that Damian wanted this, and that you will have his support.


I saw this awesome drawing done by oliviajoytaylor and I thought I would take a stab at it and this is what came out as the finished product :)

Here is the link to the original drawing:

Taehyung AU- A Creature Lurking (Pt.2)

Where there is a house, there is a person living. When the person is alone, nature is their greatest threat.

“Where have you been?” Yoongi asked with his brows furrowed at Taehyung’s late return. The younger wolf, however, didn’t stop in his mission to run straight upstairs to his room and hide from his older brothers and their pestering.

“Hey! We’re talking to you!” Jimin yelled as Taehyung wizzed past the four boys in the living room- most of them playing a video game. The eldest of them all peeked his head around from the kitchen with a wooden spoon in hand.

“Was that Taehyung?”

“Think so. He ran so fast up those stairs I could barely tell.” Yoongi muttered and shoved Hoseok’s sleeping head off of his lap so he could snatch the controller out of Jimin’s losing hands.

“There’s something up with that kid.” Seokjin shook his head and disappeared back into the kitchen. The sound of cutlery being placed on their kitchen table was heard even from two levels above the kitchen- thanks to the young wolves’ supernatural hearing.

When the food was ready the boys gathered into the kitchen mumbling something about how their pack leader managed to find a mate before the rest of them. ‘Alpha pheromones’, they all sighed.

“Hey, don’t touch that it’s Taehyung’s.” Seokjin scolded Jungkook, the youngest and the hungriest of the small pack. He had reached the age where his wolf pheromones were overcoming his senses, he had just been back from a run in the forest that surrounded their little cottage. Although he made sure not to wander too far, unless he bumped into the trouble who arrived in their territory a month ago and had kept bothering the small pack over the past few weeks.

“He’s not here, he doesn’t come down to eat anym-ow!” The maknae hissed at the force that hit the back of his head.

“Who says I don’t eat with you guys anymore?” The said wolf hit the back of Jungkook’s head again for good measure and chuckled slightly when he gave Taehyung a death glare. The black hoodie was taken off so he was just in jeans and a grey t-shirt. 

The tone in Taehyung’s voice was slightly deeper than usual, his body still hadn’t shaken off the effects of being so close to his mate, even if he was walking on the opposite side of the street.

The table was quiet at first as the always-hungry boys ate, most of them were quickly slurping and filling up their spoons as much as they could. Taehyung however, his mind was still on you, not the food.

“Where were you today?” Seokjin asked gently, testing the waters before Yoongi could try to settle his curiosity and be too direct about the situation of Taehyung’s disappearances. The boy in question didn’t notice the quick shift of eye contact that the rest of the boys had made with each other. Jimin even coughed and joined in on the conversation when Taehyung kept his head down, playing with his food.

“Yeah, we didn’t pass you on our run. We thought you would be at your part of the border, but you weren’t.” Jimin mumbled.

Taehyung still picked at his food and pretended he didn’t hear the others’ questions. That’s what he had done for the past couple of weeks. Pretend they were invisible in hopes that he could be too.

“Are you going to answer on not?” Yoongi was finally the one to break the ice after a minute of awkward silence around the table. A silence which they weren’t used to.

Taehyung looked up at this, narrowing his eyes straight at the group of brothers. He didn’t even blink but stared right through them all.

“It’s none of your business,” he got up from the table, avoiding all eye contact when he felt the guilt and weight of his secrets rush in. The shapeshifter left a trail of shocked eyes on his back and darted up the stairs with extra speed to get his hoodie and dashed out the door, his exit emphasized with a slam.

“Well that went well, thanks bro.” Jimin scoffed and grabbed Taehyung’s still full plate, dishing up more for himself and Jungkook since they were certain he wouldn’t be coming back for it. The rest of the table sighed, anxious and confused at the sudden distance settled between them and the jokester of their pack.

Taehyung panted as he ran through the nooks and crannies of the forest, not concerned over his obvious presence amongst the land. The trees flew past in a blur but the darkness of the sky didn’t prevent him from winding through them as he lept and landed on the fallen branches and boulders. He was tempted to shift but he knew that his wolf would lose control, not that it had ever happened but then his mate came along and he didn’t know what was what anymore. He was a unique member of his pack, different to his friends and members in the pack’s official lands. Rather than his wolf running his abilities, the human side of him remained in control most of the time. There wasn’t an equal between him and his wolf. Even when in wolf-form and he was fully shifted, he could make his wolf whimper and cower to his command. This brought out a lot of tension between the bond, especially when he had a hot-blooded wolf like that of a higher-ranked wolf. Although, he never had an alpha or beta bloodline, so it was mostly an unnecessary struggle to deal with his wolf’s demanding side.

“A special kind of wolf,” the pack healer repeated the words on the yellowed pages of an old prophecy book. “One with a human-like judgement who have been known to protect communities from outsiders and make even a complete rouge beast suffer from a state of confusion over whom their threat truly is. Not only this but their rareness and special abilities makes their blood easier for human consumption, proving natural healing abilities for those with weak strength. Their blood is a precious medicine for the moon children and earth children to bond in union.”

“That’s total bullshit.” Jimin scoffed at the elder’s repeated words.

“Why would we give up our blood for humans?” Hoseok stood in question to the thought of it.

“Tae, you’re like a miracle or something!”

Vengur, the pack healer shut up the book and looked down at the younger wolves.

“Young bloods have no appreciation for the moon goddess’s gifts.” He turned to Taehyung, book outstretched for his taking. “Take this, it may help when you come of age, we haven’t experienced this in over eighty-three years so it may be hard to overcome without it.”

Taehyung huffed and ran even faster, knowing where he wanted to go.

You landed on the cheap couch with a huff. You were exhausted. Not only was college mentally draining but it took a toll on you to walk your way through the town to the outskirts where your place was situated. Nothing fancy and a little small but you were lucky you had it.

When you moved here you managed to get a job with a friendly, but lonely old women. She didn’t have any family left, her husband died when she was in her forties and her son was terminally ill, leaving his mother mourning the only two men in her life. Eventually, at the women’s old age, she couldn’t do much for herself but still stayed strong to be able to run the traditional soup shop invested inside the town where you worked. You managed to get the job at the store as part of a volunteer program your University invested in. At first you just volunteered to look after the old women but she paid for you to work under the table and when she noticed your struggle with school dorms, she offered you to stay with her. You told her of your struggles as a student and she was more than welcoming of your presence in her cottage. The house you lived in now, small and cozy and filled with her memories. You were happy there, but it was lonely when she died. She left you with the house and you gave all of the money she had left selling the shop to a children’s charity. You didn’t have the heart to use someone else’s hard-earned money on yourself.

At this time of year the loneliness really hit you. Whilst the other students were out, dating, having fun, breathing in their youth, you couldn’t even talk to someone without your heart feeling like it was going to burst. The faded presence of Jang Sun-Hee was the only friend to you.

“Grandma,” you sat up to cross your legs and spoke to her picture on the wall, “Will things be better this year? I met someone today, she seemed nice?” You breathed out, unsure of how to describe someone of such an illuminating presence.

“I found out she loves pop music, unlike me who likes the old stuff.” You chuckled to yourself, as if Mrs Jang was actually there in her old beaten armchair. The one where she would either be sewing or taking a nap.

Leaning your arms on the top of your knees, you mumbled, “She has a boyfriend too. They have been together for a year and two months. Her parents own a restaurant. I bet it’s really nice. Not as nice as yours though.” By now you couldn’t prevent tears building at the back of your eyes. There was no point in preventing them anyway.

Nobody was there to see it.

Taehyung stopped and breathed a sigh of relief when a light was still on inside the house. He thought he’d be too late to catch a glimpse of you, but there you were still awake. The young wolf sniffed the air in hopes to capture your scent. The wolf at the back of his mind purred when they realized you must have just got out of the shower.

I’m being serious, if you do nothing about this pull then I will do it for you, the wolf snarled.

Taehyung scoffed, I’d like to see you try. When has that ever worked out for you?

We are one you know. If you would stop fighting yourself, that would be great. I feel myself getting stronger these days, maybe it’s my time.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and crouched down when he noticed your bedroom window being opened. The man was practically in awe, the wind blew your hair around your face making your scent flutter towards him. Not only that but the way you were bent over the window frame- your collarbones were accessible in that shirt.

Not only did his wolf whine, but Taehyung also let out a high pitched noise from the back of his throat. What do we do? How do we do this? It’s not like we can break into her house and offer her a view of the woods on a wolf’s back. I hope she isn’t allergic to animal fur.

Taehyung’s wolf grumbled at his human’s words. Imagine how embarrassing that would be.

Taehyung slowly stepped back to get a better view of your figure at the window when he accidentally stepped on a twig. The young man froze on the spot but let out the breath he was holding when you didn’t seem to notice the noise and you kept your eyes focused forward towards the treeline. A few minutes went by of him just watching you. Desiring you. Waiting for you.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to wait until you slept to take his leave. As the days past it got harder for him to leave. It got harder to see you in that house. He worried. God, he worried every minute he was away from you. You were a women in the middle of the woods where anyone could come by. Any dangerous being. Taehyung and his wolf growled angrily at the thought.

The only way to rest his mind was to imagine he was there, protecting you. He saw himself inside your little house. You would be cooking, he would be watching you from the kitchen table. When you turned away from the stove to ask him to taste the soup he would get up to wrap his arms around your hips and let you edge the spoon to his lips. When you were satisfied and turned your back to him, his chin would rest against your shoulder. He would be so tempted to let his hands wander, to turn the stove off so he could press you against the counter and kiss you breathless. He would convince you to mate him.

You enjoy torturing the both of us, don’t you? Taehyung sighed an apology.

All was as usual and nature was as it was until Taehyung picked up on a scent that was at first unfamiliar.

Wait, what is that? His wolf snapped. What creature is lurking around our mate? It’s a wolf’s scent!

Taehyung’s nose prickled and his eyes narrowed when he took another sniff. A rouge. He growled.

Lead him away! The wolf inside him was almost feral, wanting to jump out of Taehyung’s skin but unable to. I’ll handle this. Shift!

Taehyung growled, his breathing coming out in muffled pants around his elongating fangs. Grey fur started sprouting out of his body and his muscles convulsed in preparation of his bones twisting and cracking to form the dark colored wolf.

You heard the snap of a twig, the noise not scaring you but you still noticed it. Living surrounded by wildlife made you feel more in sync with nature and small noises like that indicated that either a rabbit or a squirrel was looking or food. Although you worried when it was in the dead of night and you swore you could have heard the sounds of wolves fighting. Something like that occurred a couple of days ago which left you shook-up but it didn’t happen again so you tried to ignore it. Mrs Jang never told you about a wolf coven being nearby.


Your eyes widened and body froze in panic when a much louder and more obvious snap echoed through the trees. The sound was followed by a growl and you thought back to the wolves the previous night before last.

Forcing yourself to move in your frozen state, you closed your window and made sure to lock it. You climbed into bed but kept a light on, the dark not being a friend of yours at a time like this.

The feral animal’s paws pelted on the grass and mossy cobblestone. Taehyung could faintly see another wolf running against the outline of the woods. However, he focused his vision on the closest wolf, the one in front of him. I only sense two this time, Taehyung’s alter ego pointed out.

Despite being in wolf-form his voice overruled the entity as he commanded him to run faster. The rouge sped faster just as Taehyung’s wolf came close to snatching at his tail.

His wolf puffed out in frustration and their body froze in its tracks when they heard a distinct howl echo from behind them. In the direction they had just left, the howl stated a wolf’s arrival somewhere.

Our mate!

So it's 2am and this is a conversation I heard between a drunk guy and what seems to be his sober friend
  • Guy 2: Man, this parteyyy was nuts!
  • Guy 1: Yeah dude, and the cake was delicious. Seb ate like 3 whole pieces and-
  • Guy 2: WHAT!!!
  • Guy 1: What?
  • Guy 1: Shit man, relax
  • Guy 1: You're going to wake up the whole neighborhood, shut up for a bit man
  • Guy 1: It's 2 am, you're drunk as hell and the next day i'm pretty sure you're going to have the worst hungover ever. Let's go home.
  • Guy 2: [I'm pretty sure he started crying] But you know how much I like cake dude
  • Guy 1: Yeah I know, when you wake up i'm going to buy you one man, ok? Now let's take you home.

}} – @rapturerecordssilas liked for a starter

      Darkness crept up slow, melting away the heat of the day with the sounds of bloat flies buzzing near the water. Thomas was perched on the second floor of a crumbling building, peering through the open window at a man wandering below. He’d watched him approach, marking his gait through the crosshairs of his scope. But ahead on his path were a group of super mutants, fully stocked with hungry hounds

    He sighed, rolling the toothpick between his teeth as he made a decision to alert the other. Slowly, he stood, tucking his rifle out of sight agains the sill. Then, he called, whistling first

      “Hey, you! Unfriendlies round that corner. Six to your one, greenskins.” 

Pushing It

Author: ArtisticRainey

Genre: Family/hurt/comfort

Character: Virgil Tracy, Gordon Tracy

Summary: For navigatorsnorth, who asked for Virgil + Exhaustion. Virgil + exhaustion hurt/comfort, with Virgil pushing himself to the point of collapse before his brothers notice something is wrong. I hope this it what you had in mind!


He should have stopped two hours ago but he didn’t. There’s work to be done and Virgil Tracy will never be the one to flake on a job.

His shoulders are burning. His head is pounding. Every muscle in his body aches from the heavy lifting – mechanical Jaws of Life or not, it’s still hard work.

But it’s not just the physical tiredness. That’s not the worst. The worst is that this is an avalanche rescue, and those are the worst of all. Every scream for help is in his mother’s voice. Every grateful face he pulls from the white embrace is hers.

But it’s not.

Because his mother is dead and there’s nothing they can do about it.

As always, though, Virgil pushes through. His brothers didn’t give him the nickname ‘Machine’ for nothing. He’s got an endless supply of energy. No matter how much pain he’s in, no matter how his muscles burn, Virgil Tracy keeps going.

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Melody for Molly

Sherlock stands at the window of his beloved flat on Baker Street.  Idly stroking his violin, he wanders his Mind Palace trying to find a solution to Moriarty’s plan other than his death. He storms through Johns room turning to see Mind John blogging and ignoring his blundering. Slipping into Mycroft’s room he spies him at his desk looking disapprovingly over his paperwork. Sherlock returns to the hallway.  Out of the corner of his mind’s eye he sees a door, in the corner, in the shadows. It’s there but just barely. Stepping towards the door he opens it unsure of he is going to find. Peeking in, he sees grey metal tables microscopes and a slightly mousy pathologist leaning over a women sewing with sure and careful movements on her chest. His hands on the violin start move and a sweet melody starts to fill the flat as he starts to formulate the first vestiges of a plan.

A few days later he’s “dead" and Molly’s at the morgue. He sits in her softly feminine flat on her couch once again wandering through his mind palace. Spotting her room he thinks of the lovely melody he played that day. With a sigh he grabs a pad of paper off of  the coffee table quickly jotting down the song. Later that evening Molly returns to her now empty flat. Opening the door she puts her keys on the counter and spies an envelope on the music stand of her well loved baby grand. Sitting on its bench, she picks up the envelope with its slightly slanted Molly written on the front. Opening it, she pulls out three sheets of music with Melody for Molly written at the top. Looking them over she sets them on the stand and starts to pick out the notes. It’s not long until a sweet lovely song can be heard through an open window. A man with short auburn hair turns and smiles as he walks by the window and down the street.


>Films I am looking forward to

What We Do In The Shadows
Viago, Deacon and Vladislav are three flatmates who are just trying to get by and overcome life’s obstacles—like being immortal vampires who must feast on human blood. (Starring Jemaine Clement, Taika Waititi, Jonathan Brugh)

Life After Beth
Zach is devastated after his girlfriend, Beth, unexpectedly dies. When she suddenly rises from the dead, he sees it as a second chance and decides to do and say every thing he wishes he had while she was still alive. (Starring Aubrey Plaza, Anna Kendrick, Dane DeHaan)

A unique work in American cinema, shot in 39 days over the course of 12 years, Boyhood is an epic story about the ordinary: growing up, the banality of family life, and forging an identity. (Starring Ellar Coltrane, Patricia Arquette, Ethan hawke)

The Interview
Desperate to legitimize their careers, celebrity journalists land an interview with North Korean dictator Kim Jong-un, which prompts the CIA to recruit the very unqualified pair as assassins. (Starring James Franco, Seth Rogan, Randall Park)

Guardians Of The Galaxy
In the far reaches of space, an American pilot named Peter Quill finds himself the object of a manhunt after stealing an orb coveted by the villainous Ronan. (Starring Chris Pratt, Vin Diesel, Zoe Zaldana)

A washed-up actor who once played an iconic superhero must overcome his ego and family trouble as he mounts a Broadway play in a bid to reclaim his past glory. (Starring Michael Keaton, Emma Stone, Zach Galifinakis)

Big Hero 6
An animated film depicting the story of a group of six superheroes who are recruited by the government to protect the nation.

Open Windows
A man obsessed with his favorite actress must save her from the clutches of a killer. (Starring Elijah Wood, Sasha Grey)

Wish I Was Here
Aidan Bloom is a 35-year-old man who finds himself at major crossroads, which forces him to examine his life, his career, and his family. (Starring Zach Braff, Kate Hudson, Jim Parsons)

Are You Here
Two childhood best friends embark on a road trip back to their hometown after one of them learns he has inherited a large sum of money from his recently deceased estranged father. (Starring Zach Galifinakis, Owen Wilson, Amy Poehler)

A woman, accidentally caught in a dark deal, turns the tables on her captors and transforms into a merciless warrior evolved beyond human logic. (Starring Scarlett Johansson, Morgan Freeman)

Begin Again
A chance encounter between a disgraced music-business executive and a young singer-songwriter new to Manhattan turns into a promising collaboration between the two talents. (Starring Keira Knightley, Mark Ruffalo, Adam Levine)