out fit of the day mens

darkkmaniac  asked:

You look like you have quite the annoying time with some people. I as a fellow msle share your shame towards today's younger population. I wish there were more males and females like you. People who understand that life is not 2 and 1/2 men seen from Sheen's perspective. Good day to you and don't try to be too lecturing with people. I speak from experience on both sides when i say just let them figure out the hard way. Its not fast but it has most promises on working.

All I have to say to you is fuck off asshole.

Take your condescending “boys will be boys so go easy on them” shit elsewhere. I’ll call a spade a spade, & shove it where it fits if I get the chance. Women don’t need to tolerate bad behaviour because “men don’t know better”

Thanks for the ™NiceGuy post, surprised you didn’t throw in “I’m a feminist but” too.


Bob Harper had a heart attack.  Now leave fat people alone.

Bob Harper, a former trainer on the Biggest Loser, has been one of the fittest men on television for over a decade.  He had a massive heart attack a couple of weeks ago and was hospitalized for eight days.

Bob Harper – a fitness guru who’s the host of “The Biggest Loser” – suffered a heart attack that left him unconscious for 2 days.

Harper tells us he was working out in a NYC gym 2 weeks ago when he collapsed. A doctor who was also working out administered CPR and used paddles to keep Bob alive.

The 51-year-old was taken to the hospital and says he woke up 2 days later. He was hospitalized for 8 days and is still in NYC – he lives in L.A. – because his doctors have not cleared him to fly.

(cont. TMZ)

Heart disease and heart attacks run in Bob Harper’s family and he says it’s all genetics.  I’m sure he’s absolutely right, but why are we okay agreeing with a fit man who says his heart attack was genetics while we view fat people who say “it’s genetics” with such disdain?

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Nectar of The Goddess

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

@permanentcross I told you it was coming soon, hopefully this will make a good little miniseries

“Bet yah taste sweet,” He purred in her ear before cleaning off one of his fingers and letting out a groan of his own. “Oh yah do love, best thing ‘ve ever tasted. Even better than those drinks yah make me. Although, guess it should be huh, after all it’s the nectar o’ the goddess. Why don’ yah go head and taste it.”

He held his other finger to her lips and Y/N seized the opportunity she saw. Her lips closed around his finger and she sucked firmly, running her tongue around it as she rocked her head back and forth slightly. Harry knew that if he fucked her right now that he was going to climax way too quickly, he had to prep her more, needed to get her all ready for his cock and build up her orgasm.

“Want to truly taste yah love. Got to taste the nectar o’ the goddess from the source.”


Y/N is a bartender who makes all sorts of drinks for Harry, but Harry’s favorite drink is Y/N’s juices

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Liberty Pt.1

Originally posted by kingsebastian

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters:  Bucky Barnes, Natalia Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker

Warnings for this fic: Angst, eventual smut in future chapters (slow burn), running away, profanity, violence.

Word count for this chapter: 1,759 (IM SORRY)

Captain James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was a peculiar man, how he sailed the seas for most of his 27 years. He was born at sea, he would most likely die at sea. All pirates, including those in the farthest corners of the maps, had heard of the infamous Captain. You? You were the governor’s daughter, secretly hoping to be taken out to seas and to be set free.


Why are you looking at me like that, dear?” Your father asked, his face bearing confusion.

Oh, do excuse me father, I was.. day dreaming… may I be excused from the dinner table?” Your father gave you a curt nod as you exited the dining hall. Your father was a Governor, therefore you lived in a luxury house, big enough to fit a whole crew of men, you could wonder the premises for hours, but growing up doing just that deemed you bored, trapped even.

Living in Port Royal gave you barely any benefits, indeed, there were beautiful landscapes to be painted, warm sand beaches to be walked upon, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted to explore further than the village fences, the harbor docks, into the sea that waved at you, tempting you to come closer, closer. You would give anything to be set free of the corsets and the courtship, to be free to roam the ocean as you please, discovering new places and the thrill of being a…nevermind.

You had heard stories of countless pirates, Captain Tony Stark of the Mighty Veronica, a large ship painted crimson and gold, with white sails and cannons filled with such powerful gunpowder one hit from a three barrel could split another vessel in half. From Captain Rogers, an ex-commodore, to Captain Romanoff with co-Captain Barton, better known as the Hawkeye of the seas due to his skills as a perfect shot with a pistol, you had heard extraordinary things from the men that survived on.

As a little girl, you were brought up by the maids in the household as your mother had died during childbirth. You barely left the god-forsaken island, it was very rare to go on even a short voyage with your father and his men, ’having a woman on board is bad luck.’ and only to return empty handed and deprived of proper contact with the outside world.

You were sheltered and innocent, men of the guard pined after for you since you grew a bust and shed your baby fat, you understood the means of their stares after you asked your chambermaid, Marie, what it meant to be a ‘tight little virgin’ as the men would whisper amongst themselves as you walked by. You knew very well what a kiss was, in fact, you had had a kiss indeed, your dear childhood friend Peter Parker had bestowed a secret kiss upon you on your 16th birthday, underneath the main dock, though there was no 'spark’ on your end, therefore you had to tell him that his feelings were unrequited, he never stopped being your friend, though.

You came to know Peter after you had saved his life, he had been thrown overboard from the ship he had been sailing on, alongside his father, had been blown up from the below deck gunpowder barrels.

“Father, look, a boy!” You had gasped, your father had rushed to your side and bellowed man overboard, a team of men upon the vessel had reeled him in and left him under your charge.

He was handsome, to say the least, as your hand brushed his forehead, he grabbed your wrist-

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, I’m watching over you.” You spoke in a hushed tone.

The boy had coughed out a spluttered 'Peter Parker’ before falling unconscious once more.


Bucky Barnes was many things, wealthy, handsome, 'built like god himself’ as some women would say as he swaggered past them in the night, also a skilled thief nonetheless. But he was a shell of a man, plagued by the things he witnessed whilst sailing the doldrums of the ocean. As he moored his ship by the docks of Port Royal he briefly tipped the manager and his assistant a shilling each to keep their mouths shut about him and his men, and that his name was Captain William Pintel, he had ordered his crew to change the sails to white before they got anywhere near the border of the island the sails to white so they could conceal their identities.

He had come to trade, to drink, and maybe get a little bit of action for the night before being on his way to Haiti. He was a wanted man, he had liberated slaves when he was not supposed to, and that resulted in him becoming branded a pirate. The brand grew on him, and he became exactly what he was called, he had grown tired of trying to be the perfect man of the sea and broke the code instead, he sought trouble wherever he went and that was his way of living.

Though Port Royal was not a large area, it was densely populated and it was guarded heavily, with men walking around the village with their guns and bayonets. Bucky had his head hung low as he made his way through the crowds with one of his men, Sam, a man of colour whom Bucky had freed alongside the rest of the slaves.

He needed a sword.


You looked out of your window to see a dark ship rolling towards Port Royal, you could see the white sails calling to you at your bedroom window. The temptation to leave everything behind was screaming at you, beckoning you to go, liberty was practically screaming your name, bobbing up and down, you needed a disguise, you couldn’t board that bloody ship wearing a dress like this, it would blow your cover.

An idea.

You had hastily run to your kitchen and fetched a satchel and filled it with essentials. you escaped out of your household in seconds towards the blacksmiths, where Peter should be. As you neared the large wooden doors of the building, you peaked through the gap and saw nothing, heard nothing, even. So you pushed open the door, he wasn’t there, you checked in the back room where he stayed; nothing, you rummaged through a small crate and found a pair of trousers and a shirt, you slipped off your dress and underclothes and shoved them under the bed, freeing your hair from its pins and letting it fall loosely on your shoulders and changed into the borrowed clothing..

You left the room feeling a little lighter, but a weight fell onto your shoulders as you realized you needed to tell Peter where you were going, being your best friend, he deserved to know, he didn’t deserve to worry. You grabbed a piece of parchment and a bottle of ink and a quill.


I’m sorry but by the time you read this I will be gone, I’m boarding a ship at the dock and never returning, I plan to find a new life, to branch out and roam the world to no end. I hate to leave you behind, I love you very much- the ship is black with white sails, it has a red star on the side also, if you ever need to find me, look for it.

All my love,


P.s. Please, don’t tell my father.

You could heard the door begin to open and you legged it to the back door, you didn’t know who it was but you prayed to the gods it wasn’t Peter, it was too soon, and it was easy for him to spot you in a crowd, he would catch you instantly, so you ran.


Bucky sauntered into the deserted blacksmiths, he peaked around to see if anyone was in there, but it was silent, he could smell the burnt out coal and could tell it had been deserted for hours, though, he came across a freshly written letter and noticed that his ship was mentioned in said letter. He was aware he was a wanted man, what if this was a trap? What if the company knew he was here? Breadcrumbs, you had accidentally left the first, so he took the affects he needed and ran towards his ship.

A girl upon my ship, this should be interesting… Bucky thought to himself.

As he arrived to the dock he could see the red faced manager run to him, “Captain Pintel!! A girl… has boarded… your ship… Sir!!” He huffed, Bucky pushed him aside and climbed onto his vessel, making sure he was as silent as a mouse.

He looked everywhere, and there was no sign of a girl. None of his crew saw a tresspasser, and begin to move the ship out of the dock on captain’s orders.


You tried to still your breathing as you saw the handsome man search upon his ship for the intruder, you were hiding behind a rum barrell as he neared. You could hear his footsteps come to a halt, thinking he had given up, then you felt yourself being yanked up by the collar of your shirt, being pushed again the wall of the ship. His large hand came up and his fingers wrapped around your throat as the other rested against the sword handle on his belt all you could do was stand there.

He was strong, you dared not to move an inch incase he added pressure to the hand on your throat. You mapped his features; dark hair, full lips, tantalizing blue eyes, you realied who this man was, it was Captain James Barnes, the most wanted man on the map, you knew this because you heard stories around the village, from men and women alike.

Well, well, well, what pretty little thing do we have here?” He smirked, bringing a finger to tease one of your locks, “what’s your name, doll?

Y/N Y/L/N, s-sir.” You spluttered, you brought your hands up to try and pry his one off your throat.

Uh-oh.. the Governor’s daughter, hm? Tsk tsk, oh darling, you’re in for a- you shouldn’t dig your nails into my skin, sweetheart, I saw your little letter in the blacksmiths and I won’t hesitate to take you back sweetheart, or maybe… dump you in the middle of the ocean?” He inhaled and tightened his grip around your throat, and narrowed the proximity between both your faces.

Please- Sir I’ll do anything, please just let me come with you.” You hoped he wouldn’t turn out too bad, if he let you stay, but if he didn’t…

Well, miss Y/L/N, welcome aboard the St. Brooklyn…


A/N SOOOO that was the first chapter i hope you like it if people want me to continue im gonna need hella motivation!


Fictional women that I look up to (kinda long, kinda spoiler-y)
  • Tessa Gray Herondale Carstairs: she transformed into a freaking angel, literally.
  • Catarina Loss: even Magnus Bane looks up to her. Raised a Herondale baby by herself as her own, knowing the grave punishment of her actions.
  • Emma Carstairs: so smol in cohf, now deadly as fuck. Lost both parents, GOT WHIPPED BY A BUNCH OF FAIRIES BUT IS STILL STANDING STRONG.
  • Clary Fairchild: can draw new Runes and make drawings come to life. Also, she's one of the very few people who can manage Jace. How's that for bad-ass points?
  • Cecily Herondale: miniature Will. Slew her future father-in-law's demonic worm form.
  • Cristina Mendoza-Rosales: Emma's POC partner in crime who's dealt with two horrible boys(lol). Brilliant shadowhunter, and we have yet to see what else her bad-assery can do.
  • Charlotte Branwell: proved to all the men in the Clave that she is strong and absolutely fitting to head the London Institute. Became The FIRST female Consul.
  • Isabelle Lightwood: whip-carrying slay all day vibe 24/7. Supported Alec in his struggle to come out of the closet.
  • Helen Blackthorn: is being treated unfairly because of her faerie blood. Still compassionate and kind as ever.
  • Aline Penhallow: stood by her girlfriend's side, even during her exile to Wrangel Island. Married her, even. Suck on that, Clave.
  • Lily Chen: Head of the New York vampire clan. Fiercely loyal to her friends.
  • Maia Roberts: victim of racism, abused by her brother, lost her boyfriend, nearly her entire wolf pack. Came back like a bad-ass and is now the leader of the New York werewolf pack.
  • Ruby Daly: her transition from fearing her abilities to controlling them is empowering. Got hurt WAY TOO MANY TIMES MAN.
  • Vida Connor: "a charming young woman with a mouth that could give a sailor a heart attack."
  • June Iparis: the prodigy babe of the Republic. Graduated college at fifteen. Headstrong and selfless as fuck. Taught fighting tactics even when she was sick.
  • Kaede: skiz fight & flying queen. HIJACKED A COLONIES PLANE LIKE U GO GIRL.
  • Penelope Bunce: fought side by side with Simon in all of his missions. SHE WAS ABLE TO STRIKE UP A CONVERSATION WITH BAZ THE FIRST TIME BC OF HER KNOWLEDGE ABOUT POLITICS AND STUFF.
For You [Final]

▷ Jungkook Angst

 “I would do anything to make sure that you’re happy, even if it means that it will destroy me..”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Jungkook slowly opened the door to your hospital room, expecting to see your bright and smiling face the minute he stepped in.

Being happy about the fact that you both figured everything out, he was more than thankful to Jimin for making him realize everything. Thanks to him, he found out that you left him because you didn’t want him to be in a relationship with, what you called, a sick person who was nothing more than a burden to him.

For Jungkook, those were the most hurtful words he ever heard in his life. How could you think that he could be happy without you? How could you think that you were a burden to him when the only thing he dreamed of was to spend his whole life with you?

It has been two weeks since Jungkook stayed with you at the hospital, only leaving for work whenever he had to. Since then, seeing you everyday was a part of his daily routine, which he was more than happy about. Because he knew that you were the only one that could make him smile so brightly like he was doing right now.

Closing the door after he stepped in, Jungkook turned around without removing the happy smile from his face. However, his smile vanished the minute he saw your pale and tired face, your body lying lifelessly on the hospital bed.

Right in that moment, Jungkook felt like his whole world crushed in front of his eyes. Hesitantly, he took a few steps to your bed. With every step he took, he could feel his heartbeat all over his body.


Hesitantly but slowly, he reached up for your hand, realizing how cold they were compared to last night.

After placing a little kiss on your hand, he draped your blanket over his body and hugged your sleeping body as tightly as he could.


Hearing your sleepy voice, Jungkook let out a long breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. Nuzzling his nose in your hair, he took a deep breath. “Yes beautiful?”

“You’re early today. Did something happen?”

“No, I just missed you. Is it wrong to miss my girlfriend?”

A little chuckle left your mouth. “No, I missed you too..”

“How are you feeling today, beautiful?”

Nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck, you placed a little kiss and closed your eyes. “Tired and weak..”

Jungkook’s heart broke into million pieces at your answer. Hugging you tighter, he placed another kiss on your forehead. “It’s okay beautiful, you’re going to be okay..”

“Jungkook, I’m sleepy.. Can we sleep while hugging?”

Closing his eyes tightly, Jungkook let the tears fall down on your hair and pillow. He hoped that you wouldn’t realize that he was crying.

“Of course we can. I’ll hug you as much as you want and never leave your side.”



“I love you..”

“I love you too, Y/N. And I will love you forever..”

With that, you both closed your eyes and welcomed the darkness.

Jimin stepped into the room while reading your last check up results. When he looked up, he was met with a Jungkook who was holding you so tight that his knuckles turned white, eyes bloodshot, looking up at the ceiling and you, who’s eyes were closed, sleeping peacefully.

“You promised..”

Jimin turned his attention to Jungkook the minute he heard his raspy voice. “What?”

“You promised me that everything was okay. That her results were getting better every passing day.”


“I wanted to propose to her today.. I wanted to ask her to be my wife..”

Jimin watched how Jungkook reached out for your hand, realizing everything when he saw how lifelessly it was swaying from side to side when he held it up.

“T-The ring fits her finger perfectly,” both men started crying, “but I don’t think that she’s aware of this..”

Jimin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Jungkook, I’m sorry. She made me promise to tell you that her results were okay.. I.. I’m really sorry..”

Jimin watched how Jungkook placed little kisses on your lifeless body, making sure to kiss your lips a little bit longer. “Why? Why couldn’t I be by her side when she was hurting all alone? Why?.. J-Jimin, I already miss her..”

“Jungkook, she did it for you..”

A Special Pair of Gloves

Originally posted by protectbuckybarnesatallcosts

Twelve Days of Fanfic: Day Five

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Reader

Request: “could I request knitting Kurt a special pair of gloves because he was sad he couldn’t wear any?”

Warnings: None

You ran through the thick layer of snow to the front of Xavier’s mansion, Kurt right beside you. The two of you had just gotten back from a snowball fight with Scott and Jean, and you were both covered with snow.

As you opened the doors to allow you and Kurt in, you noticed Kurt’s hands were shaking and covered with ice and bits of snow.

“Are you okay?” you asked, motioning to his hands. Kurt nodded.

“I’m fine. It’s just I can’t wear gloves, so my hands get cold,” Kurt said sheepishly, a note of sadness to his voice.

Your eyes suddenly got wide, an idea coming to you as Kurt walked ahead of you into the mansion. You yelled a quick good bye, running down the hall to your room. You hurried into your room, stopping at your desk. You pulled some yarn from a drawer, along with some knitting needles. You then began to put your idea together string by string. It was hard work, figuring out how to make the fingers and what size to make them. You had to measure Kurt’s fingers at one point, the young blue mutant giving you a strange look the entire time. You had barely made it out without him figuring what you were doing.

But in a couple days, you had the final product. You held them out in front of you proudly. It was a pair of gloves with only three fingers, made perfectly for Kurt’s hands.

You tucked them into the sweater you were wearing, heading downstairs where Kurt, Jean, and Scott were waiting for you. You all had planned another snowball fight since a heavy snowfall had taken place the night before, the snow just the perfect temperature to form snowballs.

“Ready?” Scott asked when he saw you. You nodded, letting Jean and Scott walk out of the door first.

“Wait, Kurt,” you said before Kurt followed them. He stopped, giving you a puzzled look. You drew the gloves out carefully, presenting them to him with a smile. He reached forward slowly, picking them up.

“You- made gloves?” He asked, his eyes wide as he turned them over in his hands.

You nodded. “Ones that will fit you. So your hands won’t get cold.”

You watched nervously as Kurt pulled one on, worried they wouldn’t fit. But the glove fit perfectly, his fingers fitting comfortably in the soft knitted yarn.

He held his hands out in front of him, his mouth parted with surprise.

“Danke,” he breathed, giving you a grateful look.

You grinned grabbing one of his hands and pulling him toward the door. “Let’s go try them out.”

themusicsweetly  asked:

How about one for the Modern Glasgow AU? Claire and Jamie decorating Faith's baby room before she's born. Thank you!

 @diversemediums​  asked: May we please get some pregnant Claire and pending fatherhood Jamie fluff?

Modern Glasgow AU

“First ye chastise me for no’ being ready, and now here ye are making us late!”

Jamie shook his head at his wife, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him.

“Let’s stop by the hardware store on the way home? I think yellow will be our color.”

Light poured into the small room behind her, and he couldn’t help but kiss her smile. Then bend and kiss her belly.

“Aye, if ye insist. A bit of sunshine for our bairn, no?”

Claire nodded, joy singing in her eyes.

“She’ll love it.”

“Ye mean *he* will love it. Our braw wee lad.”

She curled her arms around his broad, broad shoulders. “What makes you so sure it won’t be a braw wee lassie?”

He tilted his head. “A father kens his bairn.”

“And a mother knows hers. Let’s go.”

Jamie warily eyed the room full of pregnant women and new mothers.

“How come there are hardly any men here?” he whispered.

Claire looked up from the clipboard. “It’s the middle of the day.”

“So? What is more important for a man than to be wi’ his wife when they check the health of their bairn?”

He leaned over to watch her fill out yet another form. Claire’s dark, bold letters spelled her name, date of birth, and profession – MEDICAL STUDENT.

“Why does it ask if ye’re on birth control? Ye’re wi’ child, that doesna make sense.”

“Looks like it’s one of those one-size-fits-all forms. Ah, here – read this to keep yourself busy. Joe shouldn’t be much longer.”

Jamie looked down at the three sheets of paper, neatly folded into thirds.




Gently, quietly he folded the papers into small rectangles.

“Since when did having a bairn get to be so complicated?” he whispered, watching a dark-haired, dark-eyed woman eyeing him from across the room. He slid one arm around the back of Claire’s chair, nuzzling her shoulder.

He felt her smile against his cheek. She had never said as much, but he *knew* she enjoyed when he claimed her in public. Just as much as she knew *he* enjoyed when she did the same.

“Only since we allowed it to get complicated,” she said softly, watching Jamie play with her fingers. “I’m terrified, I am – but with you, I know I can do anything.”

He kissed the side of her neck. She shivered.

“Claire Fraser!”

Startled, they both stood and crossed the room.

“Hi, Kal – how is everything today?”

The kindly nurse – a recent immigrant from Portugal, and Dr. Joe Abernathy’s new right hand – smiled at the Frasers, leading them through the maze of corridors to the examination room.

“Ah, busy. Joe has been running late all day – complicated appointment this morning.”

Jamie let Claire go first, his hand warm at the small of her back. And shared her smile at Joe’s boisterous greeting.

“Claire, *mo chridhe*?”

No sound from the mound of blankets huddled on her side of the bed.

“I ken ye’re awake.”

The hum of a diesel engine cruised past their window, masking Jamie’s sock-clad footsteps on the wood floor.

The mattress dipped as he shifted closer to her, gently lay one arm around her side – resting his hand atop hers, caressing the bairn, wrapping his body around her back.

The only way he could protect them.

Had it been only today that Claire had lay back on Joe’s exam table, pushed up her dress so that Joe could run the ultrasound for their five-month check-up?

When their jokes had abruptly ceased, and Joe had quickly turned to Kal, a thousand questions in his eyes?

When Claire, mind lightning-fast, had cleared her throat – “Joe, why don’t I hear a heartbeat?”

When Jamie had flown to her side, gaze darting between Kal adjusting the machine and Joe moving the wand around Claire’s belly and Claire’s wide and terrified eyes?

Then –

Then the whoosh-whoosh of their baby’s heart – so impossibly fast.

A choked cry of relief – from him or her, he would never know.

But Joe’s frown of concentration – and Kal’s whispers to her boss – let the Frasers know that not all was right with the bairn.

The baby they had longed for – had tried for – for three long years, including a year of hormone treatments and disappointment after disappointment after heart-crushing disappointment.

“No – no – no…”

“Claire – Claire, *listen to me*.” Joe’s voice was strong, firm – but scared. “I’m trying to get a good read on the baby. Hold on.”

Claire’s hands flew – and Jamie caught her, squeezing her hands tight, heart stuck in his throat.

“There,” Kal pointed to the ultrasound screen. “Just about…eight inches?”

“Eight?!?” Claire screamed. “Should be closer to twelve!”

Joe nodded. “Your baby has barely grown in the past month, Claire.”

“What – what…” Jamie swallowed. “What does this mean?”

“I’m not sure – could be any number of things.” Joe nodded at Kal, who took several screen prints from the ultrasound. “Heartbeat is there, but a bit lethargic. Growth is slow. Development looks fine – there’s the head, and the hands.”

Jamie craned his neck – and there he or she was, floating in Claire’s belly, blissfully unaware of the stramash outside.

“What do we do, Joe?” Claire’s voice was devoid of emotion – seeking facts. Closing off her heart.

“I don’t know, Claire.” He turned to face her head-on. “Speaking from colleague to colleague. I need to make some phone calls.”

“Do you want to know if it’s a girl or boy?” Kal asked quietly. “I can tell you – ”

“No,” both Frasers insisted in unison. Then a ghost of a smile – just for a few seconds – on Jamie’s lips.

“No,” he repeated. “We’ll find out when the child is born.”

Claire opened her mouth to protest –

“No, Claire,” Jamie interrupted. “No. Dinna even speak on that. No.”

She shifted her head on the table, fighting back tears.

But she didn’t hold back now – and all he could do was hold her, her body wracked with heaving, silent sobs.

“What can I do, Claire?” he whispered.

Slowly, slowly Claire turned over to face him. Tangled her legs with his. Pushed the swell of their baby – so small, yet so active right now – against his belly. Quietly he pulled up the front of her shirt – then his – so that they were skin to skin. Feeling. Sharing.

“Can you pray for us, Jamie?”  

She drew up the blankets to cover them – shield them – protect them.

“O Glorious Prince of the heavenly host,” Jamie whispered, voice cracked, hands tangled in Claire’s curls, feeling their bairn dance against his belly. “St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in the battle and in the terrible warfare that we are waging against the rulers of this world of darkness…”

A Queen for the King #2

Summary: With a righteous blow, Arthur defeated Vortigern, destroyed the looming tower, and had taken his rightful place on the throne, vowing to do whatever was necessary to defend the kingdom, and her people. He was a King of the people; honest, compassionate, hard working. Everything that Vortigern was not. There was just one thing missing; the woman he was betrothed to as a child. There is a saying, after all; every king needs a queen.
Characters in this chapter: Arthur Pendragon, female reader, Vortigern, Hannah [minor ofc]
Characters mentioned: Uther and Igraine Pendragon, reader’s parents
Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x female reader
Word Count: 1,667
Warnings: Canon violence mentioned, mention of mistreatment of a woman, mention of rape
Author’s Note: Thank you so much for all the support and positivity you have shown us! GIFs found on Google.

WRITTEN BY: @winchester-writes​ & @mrs-squirrel-chester​ IN CASE YOU DIDN’T SEE THE FIRST MULTIPLE POSTS.

Our work is not to be posted on any other sites without our express written permission.


It was late at night that Arthur remembered who Y/N was. It came to him as all his other memories had; in the shape of a dream. Though, this was no nightmare, just the soft voice of his mother as she tucked him in one night. She told him of a girl; a girl that would, one day, become his wife, and her name resonated throughout his dream the moment it left his mother’s lips…Y/N.

Arthur awoke with a sharp gasp, her name falling off his lips with a whisper as he tried to catch his breath. Sitting up he ran a hand through his hair and down his face, looking towards the window and seeing that it was now morning. Y/N was to be his wife, his betrothed since they were children, yet nothing was mentioned when the two of them met. How was this to work?

Yes, he thought she was attractive. She wore a smile that made his heart race, skin that looked milky and soft; so much so, that he wanted to feel it under his fingertips, and a voice that was as pure as her name, but he knew very little about her. He didn’t know who she truly was. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to know every little detail about her.

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The Waltz

Type: Smut

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

You had only known him through a mutual friend. A mutual friend who was about to get married to his mutual friend. From the moment you met him he was kind and so sweet towards you, it was hard not to fall for him instantly. He’d always sit next to you at group dinners, he’d laugh with you as you drank with your friends and if he ever saw you in passing he’d make sure to stop and say hello. But that was the extent of things. He never asked for your number and he never made the effort to meet with you out of mutual hangouts. 

It was a crush, that was all and you knew that. And you were okay with that. At peace with it just being a friend that he saw sometimes. But then you got the invitation. The official invitation to be a bridesmaid for your friend. And on the invitation, directly across from your name, was your partner for the festivities. 


You called her asking if it was her idea to do that, knowing perfectly well that she knew perfectly well that you had a slight ting towards him. But she laughed and was able to convince you that it was her fiancé’s idea, not hers. Seeing him shortly after that for a dinner involving everyone in the party to go over the schedule for you all was almost a little awkward. He still sat next to you and would still lean over to whisper things into your ear, but knowing that he didnt like you back made it hard to sit there. It made it hard for you to focus and almost made you a little mad that you were having to be taunted like that. 

But still you went on. Your fittings for dresses where the grooms men yay’d and nay’d the choices of light pink dressed, the tastings that you all helped the bride and groom with, the final say on the venue, everything. And every time Hosoek would be there making eyes as you twirled in the dress for him, accepted his fork as he told you to try certain things and looked where he pointed as his hand found your back to point out the molding along the ceiling of the venue. You were confused to day the least. 

It was the dancing that really got you though. It was no secret that he was a great dancer, you on the other hand; well you needed some help. The fist time you went to practice it was awkward, His hand kept sliding down lower and you kept stepping on his feet. It seemed as he got better at the slow dance, you got worse. That was the first time he asked you to meet with him. Just him. He swore to make you the best dancer there. 

It was once again awkward when you walked into the dance studio he sent you the address for. Oh boys that you didnt know lined the walls and as you stepped into the room and when all eyes moved to you, you couldn’t help but feel overly self conscious. But as Hoseok stood from stretching and walked over to you with a big grin all those eyes disappeared and all you could focus on was how great he looked in his dark jeans and black t-shirt. 

‘Y/n! You made it!’ He called, snapping your attention away from your thoughts. You nodded and caught the eye of one of the other guys before turning back to him. 

‘We just finished practice, there about to leave. But you and I can start if you want?’ He said pointing over his shoulder to the stereo. 

You nodded and put your bag down, walking back to the center of the floor and waiting for Hoseok to come back. You watched as he made his way there, picked up the remote and turned on the stereo, jumping and almost dropping the remote as the stereo began to blast his music. He turned to you blushing after pausing it.

‘Sorry, that was loud.’ He said before changing it to the song he downloaded just for this occasion. The song began and he half jogged right over to you, holding his hand out to you. You smiled and took it, laughing as he forced you into a spin.

‘I don’t think I’m ready for all that.’ You laughed as you stumbled over your own feet. 

‘We’ll work up to that. But for right just watch my feet, ill walk you through it.’ He said taking your hand in his and wrapping his arm around your back. 

You stumbled to keep up and even stepped on his toes a few times accidentally, but all he could do was praise you for doing one little thing right. Over and over again the two of you started and then restarted until you were finally getting it down. He hardly even had to count for you any more. You were even able to start counting for him. As your dancing got better the easier it was for the two of you to just glide across the floor, you now mocking his instructions that he had given you in the beginning. 

‘One two three, one two three! Hoseok, keep your eyes up don’t look at your feet, one two three one two three.’ 

He’d laugh and spin you around and around and even though you started to protest he mocked you to keep up. You squealed through laughter as he spun you out, but as he spun you back in and your feet caught over themselves again you tripped, falling forward into his chest and causing him to stumble backwards while trying to prevent you from falling. In attempt to catch you he stumbled back himself, falling off his feet and pulling you down with him. You were all but straddling his lap, your chests pressed together as his arm still held tightly to your waist. 

You chuckled and apologized quietly, not sure what to say about the closeness of the two of you. But as you tried to get up, your eyes looked anywhere but his own, his arm tightened to hold you in place. You chuckled softly and coughed, looking away for half a second before returning into your gaze. 

‘Are you really that tired you can’t stand up?’ You teased slightly, trying to defuse the rising tension. He chuckled and loosened his grip, one hand coming up to rub your arm. 

‘Are you okay?’

‘Im f-fine.’ You stuttered as he sat up slightly, bringing his face closer to yours. 

You looked at him, wanting nothing more than to move,  but you couldn’t. You were lost in his eyes and the way they were currently looking at you. Like you were the only thing around him. His hand that had still been stroking your arm moved up to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. You coughed again and sat up, this time pulling through his grip on you. You brought your knees to your chest and kept your eyes down, watching as his feet scooted himself forward to sit hip to hip with you. His finger tapped to your chin to make you look up, smiling as you did so and making you blush.

‘I was told something about you that made me rather happy.’ He said looking down nervously, chucking once as he remembered the conversation between him and his friend. 

‘And what was that?’ 

‘I was told that you liked me.’

You looked at him wide eyed. Your friend was going to get it when you got out of that room. How could she tell him that you had a crush? You watched as he smiled and shook his head softly, his cheeks slightly turning red. 

‘Oh, uh… its nothing, just a school girl crush nothing serious.’ You said nervously picking at your hands. 

You heard him sigh and soon your chin was being directed to look at him again, your gazes locking and you couldn’t break it this time. He moved closer, look from your eyes to your lips and back as a thousand thoughts seemed to run through his mind. Your eyes flicked down once, your tongue coming out to caress your bottom lip as you noticed just how close his lips had gotten to you. There was things running through your mind, things that you never thought you’d ever think upon truly doing with someone you hardly knew. But still, there you were wishing to good God that you would be lucky enough to have him sweating above you right there on the floor. Your mind wondered to what it would be like to kiss him. How his lips would feel on yours.But you shook your head, scoffing lightly at your stupidity at thinking things like that. You weren’t that type of person. 

‘It made me happy because I’ve felt the same feeling, without the whole school girl crush part.’ He same chuckling before sighing again and looking at you.

‘Y/n?’ He said softly, bringing you to look at him. ‘Tell me…’ He started. ‘If you want me…’ He barley whispered, his face coming closer and closer to you before he rounded on you, centimeters away from your face. ‘To stop.’

He waited a second until he was convinced you weren’t going to protest and quickly closed the space between the two of you. His lips pressed against yours in a steady way at first, simply just pressing against you. But after a few seconds of you not pulling away he lent forward into you even more, his lips now moving along with yours in unison. He pressed harder against your mouth over and over as he deepened the kiss, his hand hooking around the back of your neck. Your hand reached up to grab his shirt, pulling at it as you pressed equally has hard into him. 

He pushed against you more, guiding you back until you were laying flat so he was could lay at your side, half hovering over you and his hand now trailing down your neck. Just kissing him made the heat between your legs intensity causing you to pull at his shirt more, needing to feel him against him. You mentally cursed yourself, how could someone you hardly knew make you feel this way and make you want to strip yourself of everything and let him take you right there in the middle of a lit dance floor. 

Still, he chuckled into the kiss at your hint, his own hands now trailing up yours sides and pulling your shirt up with it. You moaned softly and rose your chest up, needing to feel his fingers around you. He caught on quickly, slipping his fingers under your bra and pushing it up enough on one side to grab onto your chest, instantly kneading and pinching at your erect nipple and causing a string of soft, breathy moans to come from you. You tugged even harder at his shirt making him chuckle as he broke the kiss, pulling against your hands to pull his own shirt off. Before he reconnected the kiss he helped you out of yours. His eyes burning down at you making you think that if things went well you would let him treat you how ever he wanted to. 

But he was already doing that, with resrtiction of course, as he pinned your wrists above your head and kissed down the length of your jaw. He nipped once, smiling against your skin as you gasped in surprise. Your chest rose and fell with your deep breathing and Hoseok couldn’t go without noticing and you gasped again as his lips could your chest, his hands letting go and a groan coming through his throat as your hands entangled with his hair. Your legs opened and Hoseok moved himself to lay between your legs, his lips still trailing across your torso. 

You pressed your hips up into him as you grabbed tighter to his hair, the feeling of him chuckling against your skin again made sparks fly up your spine and goose bumps to rise over your skin. You chuckled lightly as his hands made quick work of your leggings followed by quick work of his own pants. Before you could even get a good look at him his lips were pressing to yours again. His hands roaming your sides and down to your knees to push them up. He lent his weight against your knees and left forward, mumbling about how lucky he had gotten before his lips crashed down to yours. 

You held tightly to his neck and kissed him back as fast as you could, his hand now pulling his boxers down to his knees than moving up to quickly grab himself. He stroked himself against your already sopping core, the two of you breathing in at the feeling of one another. He kissed you harder now, his tip circulating your core a few times before he started to push gently inside of you. You gripped to his neck, looking up to see him looking at you with dark eyes. He pushed his forehead to yours, stroking his thumb down your cheek before hooking his hand around the back of your neck and thrusting into you the rest of the way with enough force to make you go slack jaw. 

You kept the eye lock as he pulled out of you slowly and then back in with matching force, him stroking your cheek again and again each time he did so. His pumping soon turned more frequent, and after the initial feeling of you moving around him became one he could fully bare his head dipped down into your shoulder, loving the way your nails dug across his back and how your grip would tighten every time he moved slightly up and to the left.

The moment he figured you out he smiled to himself sitting up and bringing you slighting onto his lap so he could get as deep into you as possible. But that position only lasted a little while as he hated to see you use your arm to cover the noises you were fighting from telling him how much he was actually pleasuring you. 

He bent back over, some how reaching even further inside of you then before, getting the much wanted moan that seemed to echo through out the room. He chuckled slightly, shushing you in a teasing manner. There was something about the way he kissed you this time, his pumping becoming restricted as his position turned into just deep thrusting. His kissed were what sent a spark down your spine though. He grunted excitedly as you pushed him him, you could tell by the way he was breathing he was getting close. You bit your lip as he fell back to his elbows, his expression going from confused to excited as you lowered your mouth around him. 

‘y… y/n… I…. let me take.. oh god.’ he stuttered, his head falling back and a deep groan came from him as you licked up his shaft once, cupping your tongue around him before engulfing him whole. 

One hand reached forward to grab onto your hair, his head snapping forward and falling back every time your tongue flicked over him one way or another. Your head started to bob quickly as you sucked him into the very back of your throat, gaging slightly as his hand made your head stay put for a second to long. As you caught your breath and resumed your pace he began to really groan, his hips clenching and pushing up slightly as his chest began to rise and fall drastically.

‘y/n name, i… Im going to.. oh god ugh!’ He growled as his body tensed even more and your head pumped even faster. 

He came within seconds, your mouth and throat filling with his release and you swallowing his as quickly as it came. You took a big breath and squealed playfully as he caught you around your waist and all but tackled you to the ground, kissing your cheeks and your neck. 

‘God i just… You.’ He said looking at you deeply, his hands stroking the sides of your cheeks gently. You laughed and bit your lip, enjoying this moment just how it was. 

‘I want to spend the night with you. Nothing more than just talking and sleeping if thats what you want. But I live with six other guys and I can’t do that and i normally don’t invite myself-’

‘Would you like to grab some take out and go back to my place?’ You said smiling as he nodded furiously while laughing and helping you stand up. 

Thot Thoughts: Differences Between a Spoiled GF and a Traditional GF

Warning: Unpopular Opinions Ahead

Originally posted by gayonabudget

Moving in with Thorin inspired me to write a little bit about the differences between the role of a spoiled girlfriend and a traditional girlfriend. These are just differences that I’ve experienced having gone both these routes, and the bits that have helped my relationship with Thorin be successful up to this point. 

The biggest difference between being a spoiled gf and a traditional gf is that you are constantly improving yourself and adding value to the relationship. A lot of girls settle down when they get into relationships - I mean kind of slack off on the gym, put on a little weight, stop putting so much effort into their appearance, let some of the more unsavory aspects of their personality come to light, etc. This often works in a traditional relationship because you’re both learning about each other etc. In some ways you’re showing each other the “real” you.

Sugar relationships are different. Men with money have high expectations. They can afford to live in ways that other men cannot. That means that they expect a certain lifestyle and the woman on their arm needs to fit that lifestyle. They need to know that they are investing in your financially because you add value to their lives in a way no one else can - girlfriend, sugar baby, and escort all rolled into one. The sugar baby you becomes the real you. That means you gotta bring your A game all day everyday.

Now I lucked out. Thorin and I genuinely fell in love with each other. We have many of the same nerdy interests, and we both enjoy nice things, good restaurants, good wine, and great, kinky sex. That does not mean that I can “let my guard down.” In fact, the opposite is true. I make sure that when we go out, he is proud to have me as his arm candy. I put more effort into my appearance going out with Thorin than I did on dates with POTs. 

Originally posted by manlymadlife

The next part of adding value can be challenging - it’s about making an honest effort to keep stress out of your partner’s life, and to drop the annoying girlfriend bullshit that is so prevalent out there. I’m totally guilty of it! You’re catty because he was late to meet you, you’re in a pissy mood because of some shit that went down at work, you turn savage over something that’s in reality probably only a 2/10 on the scale. 

Originally posted by lejediotaku

Traditional relationships withstand that kind of little BS - it happens all the time. Sugar relationships do not. Men with money tend to be impatient. In their careers, they put up with a lot of crazy shit in order to be successful. You think they want to come home and hear you bitching about some dumb shit? No! Whatever the expectations are of your relationship, you need to come correct. 

Originally posted by caseychildiswild

At the end of the day, talk to your friends when you need to vent and rant. When you’re in a pissy mood, go have a drink or head to the gym and just work it out. Because in a sugar relationship, those little blow-ups need to be few and far between. You need to be the oasis, the escape, and the reason he’s committed to you is because you can provide that more often than a sugar baby can.

Not everyone is cut out for this. You need to be emotionally stable. You need to be able to commit to constant self-improvement. You need to make sure your man’s needs are met.

SD/SB relationships have definite emotional and space limits. Traditional relationships have definite financial limits. If you can hit the sweet spot, it can be pretty amazing, but it takes work! 

Originally posted by realitytvgifs

Love Has No Height Restrictions

Originally posted by wondertrevsource

Series Note: This is gonna be a series where Bucky is dating a Tall!Reader and Steve is dating a Small!Reader. Two separate stories but named the same thing. I’ll be updating this when I can, I’m mainly focusing on Bucky x Tall!Reader more but I have a few ideas for Steve x Small!Reader. 
Summary: You’re a new Avenger, Natasha’s friend. You’re taller than most people, most men, and that intimidates them usually. Only Bucky takes a shine to you and you don’t know how to act when he becomes shy and nervous around you; thinking he’s intimidated by your height and strength. 
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Swear words and height shaming (? is that a thing) 

Got this idea from my friend and her boyfriend. When asked to be tagged for this you’re asking to be tagged for both Steve AND Bucky stories, please do not request to be tagged for one or the other, as I am tagging for the whole series which includes both their stories. - Rosalee

You had always been a little taller than your friends growing up. As a child it was never mentioned, simply a little growth spurt, to begin with, all your friends would catch up with you, eventually. Then when you hit your teens and puberty settled you had shot up. You were taller than most boys and all of your friends; it was no longer ‘normal’ or a ‘growth spurt’. The high school boys didn’t fancy or like girls taller than them and the girls were always laughing at you. You were lanky and skinny, just bumbling around the school corridors like a ‘sasquatch’ they’d call you.

When you finally left school and going to University you were already on the six-foot mark. You had moved away from your hometown and people seemed more welcoming to you, you didn’t get any boyfriends but you had friends, people that didn’t bully you for being tall. Having a boyfriend was the least of your troubles but you always knew it was because of your height. You stayed away from heels, despite the fact they make your legs look great and you tried not having friends below five-foot-five because smaller people make you look taller. The taller you are the worse you are; so you had grown up to believe.

Men had a difficult time wanting to be with you, especially if you were significantly taller than them. They were brought up to be tougher, taller and manly, with you as a girlfriend it defeats the purpose of all that. Women are meant to be petite, graceful and fragile, and you simply didn’t fit that mould, therefore, you were without love or romance. It shouldn’t bother you but it does.

The problem was you didn’t look like those runway models either, you aren’t skinny, you’re average with a toned stomach and wide waist (your mother would say “good baby-bearing hips”), you also had thick thighs from all the mountain climbing and training you do. You went from lanky to lean, some would say “built like an Amazon Warrior Princess”, not that many men found that attractive.


“You gonna stare at that target all day?” You were snapped out of your thoughts by Natasha; you turned and tilted your head down at your fiery haired friend. “What’s up?”

You had met Natasha a few years back when SHIELD was still kicking and you were just part of the Tactical Team for her and Steve Rogers. You became fast friends, which led to now; you being part of the Avengers, your skills and agility proving useful on most missions. You fought differently to Nat; she used precision and graceful, ballet, moves in her fighting style. You opted for brute force; you packed a mean swing and used your strength rather than quickness to fight, almost like Captain America but with a graceful twist to it.

“Nothing,” you tried to lie, “just got a few things on my mind.” You shrugged, it wasn’t the entire truth but it wasn’t a lie either, you could never lie to Nat.

Natasha cocked an eyebrow but smirked. “Bucky has been looking for you, by the way.” She grinned as you looked away from the target, once again, back to her with curiosity. “Wanted to train with you today,” she toyed lightly.

She knew you had a thing for Bucky, she knew before you even did, of course. Steve brought him in a few months ago, he was a little timid and shy but he eventually opened up, becoming more of a valuable member to the team. You gave him a little space because you didn’t want to intrude on his time or his healing process. Eventually, he started to come to the gym and would usually watch you train before just starting to spar with you.

You had an easy friendship with the man. Only he was a few inches shorter than you, you being six-foot-four and Bucky just hitting the six-foot mark, it was noticeable but he never made a comment on the fact he had to tilt his chin up or the fact your hands are nearly as big as his own.

“Thought he was training with Sam today?” You asked nonchalantly.

Natasha refrained from an eye roll and opted for crossing her arms instead. “He was meant to but decided he wanted to train with you instead,” she huffed, “you going to go?” You looked down at her, her only being five-foot-five.

“I suppose I have to,” you placed the gun down with a light thud and shrugging your leather jacket back on, you glanced at the sly red-head. “What are you planning, Romanoff?” You asked with suspicion.

“Nothing, Y/N, never you mind.” She toothily grinned as you left the shooting range in the Avengers Base.

You finally made it to the gym, already changing into workout clothes; a tank top and some leggings. You see both, Steve and Bucky, over by the weights each equally pushing each other to prove they’re stronger than the other. You chuckled at them before walking over and standing by their heads, resting hands on your hips and looking down.

“What’s the award title ‘Biggest Loser’?” You laughed as Steve chuckled and Bucky jumped at the suddenness of your voice.

You shocked Bucky so much that he lost his grip on the bar he held above his head, his metal hand slipping and the weight coming to drop on his neck, this would be how he died; embarrassing himself in front of you. Before that could happen you grabbed the cool metal bar, holding it up and stopping it from crashing down on his neck. From where he laid he could see your arms tense, your face in full concentration at keeping the almost double his own body weight off of him.

He slid out from underneath the bar, sitting on the bench and panting, he turned just in time to watch you readjust your grip on the metal bar and begin to use it. Dropping the metal bar to your thighs with your arms straight, little tension or strain, before you hoisted it back up to your neck and you puffed out air, you did this five times before setting the bar down with a bright grin.

“Such a show-off,” Steve snickered at you placing his own weights away before sitting up. “Thought you were in the shooting range for the afternoon?” Bucky watched as Steve stands up, he stands two inches shorter than you, crossing his arms the same time as you do; it’s uncanny how you both do that, you both work similarly on the field too.

“Natasha said that Barnes wanted to spar with me, so here I am.” You shrugged as Bucky frowned, you uncrossed your arms at his face, “you did, right?”

Bucky becomes nervous. His cheeks felt hot and so did his neck; you raised your eyebrows as Bucky began to mutter to himself, you glanced at Steve who was trying not to laugh at his best friend. It takes almost a full minute till Bucky actually replies to you.

“Uh-I’m fine,” he mumbles looking away from you and you bite your lip, nodding stiffly. Bucky stands up and walks away to different gym equipment away from you.

Steve sighed. “it’s fine, Steve. I get it; it happens a lot, more than I care to admit.”

“What happens?”

“Men feeling emasculated around me because I’m taller, stronger, than them. I get why Bucky is like that around me, it’s fine. He wants to feel in control and have power now, being around me doesn’t give him that” Steve grimaces at you for a second, you look far too chilled to be saying stuff like that, especially when he knows how Bucky really feels for you.

Steve shakes his head, “it’s not like that with Bucky.” You rolled your eyes and begin to walk away, “honestly, Y/N, Bucky likes you. He just isn’t very good with the whole… feelings and being open about them bit, yet.”

“Sure Steve,” you sarcastically retort. “I’ve been dealing with that type of behaviour since I was twelve, guys becoming twitchy and intimidated by me, like women can’t be tall or stronger than them. Don’t defend Bucky’s actions, it’s fine, he’s the only guy that I’ll let it slide, for now.” You turn swiftly, your H/C hair snapping behind you as you walk out of the gym.

Steve turns to his best friend who was on a treadmill, “Bucky, you’ve got to tell Y/N how you feel.”

“No way, she’ll laugh at me,” the man grumbles and refuses to meet his best friends stern glare. “Besides she doesn’t like me, I’m not exactly dating material, Steve.”

The blond rolls his eyes so hard it almost gives himself a headache. “Trust me; you need to speak with her. She thinks you’re intimidated by her because of the fact she’s taller than you,” Bucky momentarily stops running and almost falls off the machine, his eyebrows furrowed in question. “She’s had to deal with guys- ask her yourself, bro.” Steve snapped before walking off to the punching bags.

Bucky presses the button a few times before the treadmill slows to a stop; he grabs his towel and stalks out of the gym. Heading to your room, the full intention of finding out why you think he’s intimidated by you.

When he finally reaches your room takes a deep breath before knocking. It’s a few seconds before the door opens, you’re still in your gym wear, he can tell because he’s staring at the floor where he can see the Nike white trainers. Slowly he drags his eyes up to meet yours, chin tilting upwards due to standing a little closer to you than he intended. E/C eyes meeting his clear blue ones, only your eyes are glassy, watery almost. A slight redness forming around them, indicating you had been rubbing at them.

“Are you crying?” He asked in disbelief. He had never seen you cry; you often let out any emotion through sparring or training. This was unusual and different, an emotion he hadn’t dealt with before, not with anyone else, at least.

Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “What so I can’t cry now?” Your raised voice made Bucky flinch backwards, “What because I’m big and tough I don’t cry? Well, I do. I may walk around here like I’m one of the guys but I’m a girl, Bucky, I have feelings and they get hurt just like everybody else’s around here.” You snapped, quickly wiping away the now angry tears that fell down over your cheeks.

“I didn’t mean it like that- I didn’t- I’m sorry?” He tried and you scoffed at him. “No, not what I meant. I mean, Steve told me that you think I’m intimidated by you because you’re a girl who is tall, I’m not. –“ He stopped when he sees you cross your arms, eyes a blaze as you glared at him, as if he had just offended you in some way.

“Oh, I see,” He frowns at your tone of voice, condescending pitch. “You aren’t intimidated by me because I’m a girl. So, if I was a guy that’s taller than you, you would be intimidated?” He stumbled to find an answer to that question. “You should just go, really. I’m not in the mood to be looked down to- I mean up- whatever.” You slammed your door and slumped against it, tears falling freely now that Bucky couldn’t see you.

(Because this was in my drafts and I can’t add tags, have this till I can figure out a way to get my laptop working again. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience I’ve caused, I really wanted my vamp!Bucky series up but I can’t add the tagging list. This was beta read, unfortunately, this isn’t my edited version because I can’t get on my laptop! - Rosalie)

Better For Me (Part 9)

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha (Reader sometimes calls her Natalia), Sam Wilson, let’s just say everyone in the fuckin compound lmao
Warnings: Swearing, cocky!Bucky, sexual tension, eventual smut, it’s a slow buuuurn
Summary: You meet one of New York’s richest Bachelor’s. He’s hot, he’s rich, and he’s an absolute fucking asshole. Luckily for you, you’re an asshole too and you could take a challenge any day. Within the first 24 hours of knowing each other, you’ve already pushed each other over breaking point. But when something comes up, you’re both forced to try and get along. Can it be possible?
Word Count: 1.8k+
Chapter Summary: 
Bucky finally gets his arm and you suggest that Natasha and Steve have their honeymoon, leaving their son in yours and Bucky’s good hands.
Chapter Warnings: 
Angst, swearing, character death
A/N: I am so sorry.


Originally posted by whatwasdead

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Castiel’s Creations

Characters: Cas x Pregnant!Reader, Sam, Dean

Summary: The reader is pregnant with Castiel’s children and reveals the genders to her brothers

Words: 995

Warnings: As fluffy as an angel’s wings

A/N: Sorry it took so long! Thank you for bearing with me! I had to come up with the idea and make sure I didn’t turn it into angst! (Which was a bit hard to do) So for the sake of no angst, the reader conceived when Castiel was human.

Originally posted by ardysgurl

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