out of my head into my bed

Hartwin Ficlet: The Sunburn

So @elletromil suggested I try my hand at one of these fluffy OTP ideas.  I wrote the third from the top :)

“What?”

Harry had to admit that he found Eggsy’s reproachful tone and expression rather charming, but that was nothing new.  It certainly didn’t stop him from repeating his initial assessment, “I said you did rather make your own bed.”

Eggsy’s pout only intensified.

He was on the couch in the sitting room, and Harry took him in for a moment longer before he ducked into the bathroom and started going through cabinets.  “You are the one who mocked me for putting sunscreen on so energetically.”

“Well, I thought you was doing it to impress my mum with how sensible you could be,” Eggsy replied from the next room. “Or that maybe it was for- uh.  My benefit.”

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the pretty one

in a universe always

expanding, I’ve propped my bed

on wooden stilts. sometimes higher

than night can climb


in a certain field,

we’re always spending tuesday

at the dock

you are looking to lose

your toes in the minnows


i unwrap a bowl of clementines

seedless, with a perfect peel

of laughter. my feet

swung across your lap


a field so distant

small rabbit hole

out the trout’s threading eye


a universe is always expanding.

places we’ve been

–all the pretty ones

get further and longer away


(my dreams are too far apart)


small rabbit heart

crisp white ears in the head

-lights of some fast-moving train


in this verse I buy

a soda. a robin

lands on a telephone pole

When new people visit Jim and Spock’s apartment they assume all the pets are Jim’s doing. They are dead wrong.

The first cat happened because Spock came across a stray kitten on his way home from work.

The second cat happened because Spock passed a shelter that was shutting down and it took a bit more convincing before Jim accepted it.

The third cat happened because Spock started volunteering at a shelter and this grouchy old cat had been there for a while and it took a lot more convincing but Jim just can’t say no to his husband.

The two dogs happened because Jim visited Spock while he was working at the shelter and met a bonded pair of yorkie mixes that he couldn’t leave behind.

i wish i could do things right and i wish i had motivation to get up

me: [shouts from across the ocean] EPIC SAX GUY IS BAAAACK

His || Jungkook || 0.19

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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lunaaltare  asked:

Imagine Steve, after a rough battle, being stuck in the hospital. He's high off whatever the doctors gave him and loopy as hell. Whenever Sam visits, Steve hopelessly tries to flirt with him and the moment Sam tells him they're married already, Steve's basically sobbing.

“Did it hurt?” Steve slurs.

“What? You’re the one that fell off a building and then got shot.”

“When you fell from heaven.”

Sam starts laughing, “Oh my god.”

“‘M serious!” Steve says, trying to sit up a little before Sam pushes him back down gently with a hand on on his chest. “You look like an angel. You even have a halo!”

“Steve I think that’s just the painkillers talking.”

“Nuh-uh. I see it. Right there.” Steve reaches up and accidentally pokes Sam in the eye. “Oh no! Oh no! I hurt you. Come here. Let me kiss it and make it better.”

“You’re just trying to get a kiss out of me.”

“Well can you blame me? You’re so cute. Really cute, you are. An angel sent down from heaven just to keep me company.”

“You’re awful,” Sam tells him, still laughing.

“Who’s the lucky guy that gets to kiss on you? I wish it were me. How can it be me? Tell me, Sam. What do I gotta do to get a guy like you?”

“Well you’re in luck,” Sam says, reaching out to take Steve’s hand. He picks up Steve’s left hand and shows it to him. “See that wedding band?” Then he holds up his left hand too.

“Crap,” Steve says, making a really distressed face. “I’m married? Oh no. My husband is going to kill me for flirting with you.”

“Man, what did they give you? Holy shit. You’re married to me, asshole. You’re my husband.”

Steve’s eyes get so big that Sam’s actually afraid they might just fall out of his head. “We’re married!?”

“Yes, Steve. We’re married.”

“It’s me?! You’re my husband?! I get to kiss on you! I have an angel for a husband!” Steve’s body starts to practically melt back into the hospital bed. He keeps a tight hold on Sam’s hand and closes his eyes. “How did I pull that one off?”

Sam brings their joined hands up to his mouth and presses a soft kiss to Steve’s knuckles. “I have no idea.”

A short thingy I had to get out of my head. Not angsty despite that opening. AO3 link.

Jason rolled the tiny smoke bombs. They were nearly silent on the filthy corporate berber of the abandoned office building. They deployed at the feet of the nearest two kidnappers, the door guards.

He sprinted past them to take out the one holding the AR-15 first. Disarmed and KO-ed in one smooth, brutal movement as Jason spun the rifle into the outstretched arm-and-Colt-1911 of the next nearest man, ignoring the pistol as it fired close to him. He grabbed this one and broke his gun arm, tossing him bodily into the one of the door guards as he tried to rush him.

Pulled his own pistol and shot the door guard that had been moving toward the figure hanging from the ceiling before he could put a gun to the hostage’s head. Managed to shoot Mr. Colt 1911 as he pulled a second gun with his unbroken arm, before dodging the sloppy tackle of the last door guard, who had recovered.

Mad now. Seeing red as he ignored the gun in his hand in favor of kneeing Door Guard a few rapid times in the belly before letting him go so he could savagely pull the man’s face down onto his own heavily padded kneecap and let him fall limp to the floor. He kicked and threw weapons out of reach of the ones who might live before holstering his own gun and striding to the suspended figure just as it dropped heavily to the floor.

“Hey, old man,” Jason wasn’t even out of breath as he moved quickly to Bruce’s side, “Are you hurt?”

“No, Jay,” Bruce said softly from where he lay on his side. He was half-smiling in a way that made Jason feel both warm and unsettled. He helped Bruce sit up. Took stock of the three-piece, probably unsalvageable. Just because Bruce Wayne had to be kidnap-able didn’t mean Bruce made it easy. Bruising alongside his mouth where he’d been punched and a swollen left eye. Raw around the wrists where he’d been tied. Pupils, wide-blown and glassy looking. Explained what had taken him so long to escape.

“I’ve got him,” Jason spoke into the comm, “Kidnappers down for the count. They drugged him – he’s movin’ slow.”

“Be careful. You remember what happened the last time he got tranqed,” Dick warned. Drugs rarely had their intended effects on Bruce anymore.

“Jay,” Bruce said groggily, grabbing Jason’s chin with hands that hadn’t quite gotten their circulation back. He was smushing Jason’s mouth into a silly shape, but Jason played along. He wasn’t about to get anything broken like that poor Watchtower med tech.

“Yesh?” he answered, hamming it up and waggling his eyebrows a bit. Like he hadn’t just (probably) killed several men.

“Jason,” was all Bruce said, frowning a little now in concentration as he tried to focus on Jason’s face.

Jason pulled his chin out of Bruce’s grip, which was tightening.

“How’s about we stand up and move on outta here, B?” Jason gently slung Bruce’s arm over his shoulders and pressed Bruce into a standing position. Bruce slumped against him drunkenly.

Jason steered them around the debris of broken kidnappers and bedraggled office furniture.

“Always loved watching you fight, Jay,” Bruce said a little dreamily as they moved through the buildings empty halls.

“Yeah?” Jason tipped his head forward to see Bruce’s face. He had that weird smile again.

“Dick. Fighting is another type of performance for Dick. Until his back is against the wall. Always making things…elegant,” he slurred, “or funny.” He chuckled a little at some memory.

“And Tim. Tim is fast. Makes up for that lack of reach with everything he’s got. Gets there ahead of everyone. Two steps ahead.”

“Thought we were talking about me here,” Jason muttered, taking Bruce through some old swing doors to another corridor.

“Damian’s not old enough. Hasn’t settled into one style. Sneaky though.”

“Well, yeah,” Jason agreed, voice droll.

“And Cassandra-”

“-is perfect.” they finished together.

Finally hitting fresh air they walked slowly out the bay doors at the back of the huge office complex, toward the car Jason had parked a quarter mile down the road, out of sight. Bruce was still leaning heavily on Jason, trying not to let his feet drag. Not quite succeeding.

“And what am I, old man?”

Bruce smiled crookedly at him with slightly bloodied teeth.

“A hammer.” He let the pronouncement fall heavy. “You come down on them like the hammer of God. Focused.” His mouth stretched a little wider in something that was not quite a smile.

“Vengeance.”

Grinning, Jason squeezed a little with the arm that was supporting Bruce. Together they made their way across the weed-strewn parking lot.

3

It’s two o'clock on the edge of the morning,
she’s running magical circles around my head…

that ‘70s show + sing street

in which y/n is harry’s first love… 

She detached herself from his body, and rolled over to plug her phone into the charger next to their bed. 

“Hey!” Harry protested, making grabby hands toward her waist. “Come back. You’re so far away,” he whined.

“Calm down. I’m just plugging my phone in. Jesus,” she chuckled, setting her phone down and rolling back towards him. He quickly settled back down, tucking himself into her, always the little spoon. “You just want to rest your head on my boobs." 

He snuggled further into her, not denying the accusation, draping his arm around her waist and squeezing tightly, then kissed just above the swell of her breast that peeked out from his t-shirt that she was wearing. "I just really freaking love you." 

She hummed and kissed the top of his head.

"That’s a bit weird, innit?" 

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Is it?”

“Not the fact that I love you. Just the fact that I love another person." 

She mulled it over in her head before nodding in agreement. Loving someone who wasn’t in her family, in the fullest sense of the word, completely honest and open, the way they loved each other was a weird concept, but it was one that she was in love with. "Yeah, it’s a bit weird." 

He sighed out. "I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about anyone else." 

A dopey smile graced her face. "Am I your first love, Harry?" 

"I…” He had never thought about it like that. “Yeah. You are.” The truth made him press his body even closer to hers. He valued the physical intimacy just as much as the emotional intimacy. He cleared his throat before he asked the question that floated through his mind when she asked him that question. “Am I yours?" 

She thought about it for a second almost agreeing before she remembered the boy she dated for a bit in high school. Most days, he’s not even a passing thought in her mind, but sometimes he sneaks up on her and she remembers how he made her feel and she gets warm and tingly inside. Before her and Harry were an item, she’d reminisce on their time together and wonder what it might’ve been like had they not split up. "I’m… not sure…" 

He props his head up on her chest to look her directly in the eye. He lets out breath, slightly disgruntled. "What do you mean?" 

"Well, there was this guy back when I was a teenager, and I’m not sure what I felt, but it was something and it was strong." 

Panic began rising within him. "Was it like us?” he asked, trying to sound casual. 

“It… was… not? I don’t know. It was a long time ago, H. But, I don’t want to talk about this if it’s going to make you upset." 

"I’m not,” he said, his voice raising up an octave. 

She looked down at him. “There are multiple ways to feel your pulse. Yours is way faster than it should be.” He felt her hand resting at the juncture of his neck and jawline. “Besides, it doesn’t matter who your first love is, what matters is your last love." 

He sat up obviously jarred by the thought of his love with another man. He didn’t like the thought at all. She immediately latched onto his back, her arms wrapping around his waist. "Baby… Come on.” She hooked her chin over his shoulder. “It doesn’t matter." 

He eventually relaxed and laid back down tucking into her once again. He doesn’t know why, but for some reason it was like he could feel her slipping away from him, so he held her as close as possible. "What about you, huh? What about your first girlfriend? The one you used to catch the train for every weekend? The one you wrote that poem on Facebook about? What about her?” He could hear the teasing in her voice, but he wasn’t up to par for it. 

“I worshipped the ground she walked on,” he stated plainly. He tried checking for her pulse, laying his head in the middle of her chest, but he couldn’t detect an increase. It was the same as it always had been, steady and, if you had asked him at any time prior to today, only beating for him. She giggled. “Why doesn’t that bother you?" 

"Why should it?” she countered, waiting for him to fire something back at her, but she could tell he wanted an actual answer. She let out a breath. “Because I know you Harry. And, you wouldn’t be with me if you didn’t want to be. There’s obviously a reason you’re not with her, or any other of your exes, anymore, and there’s a reason you are with me. No sense in focusing on the past, when we could focus on our future." 

"You’re right." 

"I know I am. It’s one of my many redeeming qualities." 

He snorted, but there were still questions and doubts niggling him. "But… but why don’t you know if you loved him or not?” He was expecting her to get massively annoyed at him for continuing the discussion after she tried to bring it to an end, but she was surprisingly calm and patient. 

“Because I don’t want to invalidate my feelings. If you had asked me back then, I would’ve sworn up and down that, yes, I was very much in love with him. But, now? Now, I’m not so sure. Now, that I’ve been with you it kind of seems like everything before was child’s play. That doesn’t mean that what I was feeling back then doesn’t count, though." 

He nodded his head, understanding where she was coming from. 

She continued speaking. "What I do know, however, is that I cared about him a lot. I’m sure of that. I still care about him, to an extent, if we’re being honest. Don’t you care about your exes?" 

He nodded. 

"I think I’ll always care about him. But, I don’t think he ever made me feel the way you do. I don’t ever recall feeling so special and important and full of love.” She untangled herself from him, slid down so that they were face to face, and grappled the back of his neck, pushing their foreheads together to look him directly in the eyes. “Only you have made me feel this way. You’re the first. And, I certainly hope you’ll be the last." 

He basked in the warmth of her words with a dimpled grin upon his lips, pink tinged across his cheeks, and a swelling feeling in his heart. He was so in love with her. He pressed a hard kiss to her lips before sprinkling butterfly kisses across her cheeks and making a mental note to always remember this moment. Because wherever life took them, whether it was together or apart, he always wanted a reminder of how he felt in this moment. It was the happiest he’d ever been.

knock first

Fandom: Skam
Ship: Chris x Eva
Summary: Eva goes to Noora for advice. 
ao3

“I think Chris just asked me to be his girlfriend.”     

In retrospect, Eva probably could have led with hello or what’s up before bursting into Noora’s bedroom with that particular news bulletin. In hindsight, she probably should have waited until she’d actually opened the door and crossed the threshold. And she should maybe (definitely) have knocked first.

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BTS REACTION

Rap Monster: He had been gone all day, working at the studio and came home to you asleep on the couch with your headphones in. He picked up your phone to see that you were playing the Wings album on repeat, having his song in particular playing over and over. He smiled and moved your hair out of your face and placed a small kiss on your lips. He remembered you telling him at one point that you listen to his music when you felt sad or alone which made him a bit upset but he understood. 

“I’m here now darling. No need to feel alone.” 

Suga: You had gone down to the studio to spend some time with Suga since you knew he wasn’t going to be home very much for the next little while. You laid down on the couch they had in the studio and closed your eyes and fell asleep listening to Suga practice some of his new lines. Namjoon nudged Suga and pointed over in your direction. Suga smiled and went over and placed a sweatshirt over your body. He leaned down and kissed your forehead and walked back over to Namjoon. 

“She falls asleep to my voice almost every night. I kind of expected this to happen.” 

Jin: You and Jin were enjoying your time together, just watching a movie while laying in bed when you looked up and admired his face. He smiled and looked back down at you. “What?” he would asked only to have you shake your head. You looked back to the tv then back at him again. “Y/n what?” You shook your head again this time Jin lifted your chin so you were looking at him once more. “What is it y/n? I know you want to ask me something.” You let out a deep sigh and finally replied, “Can you sing me to sleep? Please?” His smile would grow and he would lean down and kiss your nose. 

“Always, my love.” 

J-Hope: Jhope was out with his friends, just enjoying his time out with his guy friends when you decided to check up on him. “I’ll be back pretty late, what’s up?” He would text back. You didn’t want to tell him you couldn’t sleep but you did anyways. “I can’t sleep..” “Do I need to come home?” You didn’t want to say yes but in the end, you just wanted to fall asleep to his voice. “Too late I’m coming home.” He came home about twenty minutes later, crawling into bed behind you and wrapping you in his arms. “Sing to me?” You asked. 

“You’re so cute. Of course.” 

Taehyung: You had recently watched an old movie with Taehyung, causing him to fall in love with the music in the movie. He had taken the time to download and listen to the whole album of the movie, singing it almost all the time. He was in the kitchen, doing the dishes when you heard him seeing “Fly Me To The Moon” by Frank Sinatra. “Tae?” You would call out. He would stop singing, lifting his head up from the dishes. “Hmm?” “Nothing. I just really like that song.” He smiled and and began singing it again until he noticed that you had fallen asleep. You usually fall asleep with headphones in so when he went over to help you to your bed, he noticed your sleep playlist was filled with songs he sang and even his own songs. 

“My girl, falling asleep to my voice. That’s so CUTE!” 

Jimin: Jimin had spent the week at home with you while he was on his break. Every night, he would sing you to sleep, letting you lay in his arms has you two cuddled together. The time had come for him to leave again so he could go back on tour. You two hadn’t said anything but you knew both knew it was going to be hard. Jimin had disappeared for a couple of hour the night before he had to leave. When he come home, he knocked on the door to have you open it to him holding a huge teddy bear and a small basket. He sat down the bear and handed you a CD with the words ‘sing me to sleep’ on it. 

“I got you this bear that I sprayed with my cologne and this CD is something I made so that you can fall asleep to my voice every night. Kind of like I never left and before you know it, I’ll be home.” 

Jungkook: Jungkook kind of knew that you liked to fall asleep to him singing over even talking. He started to catch on when you’d cuddle up to him when he was talking on the phone with someone or practicing his vocals. Finally, he had just come out and told you that he knew you did it. Your face would go bright red but continued to pull out your phone to show him your playlist of his covers that he did throughout the year. “I really can’t sleep without hearing your voice.” He would pull you into his arms and kiss the top of your head. 

“Honestly, I just fell ten times more in love with you and your cute face.” 

Convergence

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

A/N: You’ve heard the stories of Bucky and Natasha’s time training together when Bucky’s mind wasn’t his own. It was then that Bucky and Natasha formed an innocent friendship as you were told by them…but it wasn’t as innocent as they led you to believe.


It has been a few weeks since the whole revelation of your pregnancy, Bucky has been more attentive towards your needs along with spending hours on end with Tony and Bruce trying to figure out how Wanda was able to unlock your alter-ego. Wanda and Vision have gone on an excursion of sorts, travelling to the lands of the unknown to try and get some answers about her evolving powers. And Natasha has been overly protective of you, seeing to it that your needs are met, which is highly peculiar for her. Both her and Bucky are giving you more attention than you need or think you deserve and it’s becoming a bit suffocating, but you don’t say anything because you know they mean well.


The nights have been a bit chilly, so it was no surprise when I reached for Bucky instead of a blanket. I often teased him saying the only reason I am with him is to cuddle because of his body heat, which runs a few degrees hotter than most. I opened my eyes and noticed that his side of the bed was empty. I glanced over at the clock, it was a little after three in the morning.

“Nat we can’t keep meeting like this.” 

“Everyone is sleeping.” 

“It doesn’t matter, I have to get back to her.”

“I still love you, Bucky. When Wanda almost killed you I thought I had lost you.”

“Natasha, I’m not yours to lose. I’m hers, I’m completely and irrevocably in love with her. She’s the mother of my child and your best friend.”

“Don’t you think I know that?”

“What do you think this will do to her if she finds out?”

“Please, Bucky.” Nat says as she approaches him.

Her hands held his shoulders and I backed away as she leaned into him.

What did I just see? I thought as I crept slowly to bed.


A few hours later I rose out of a restless sleep I glanced and saw that his side of the bed was still untouched. He didn’t come to bed at all. I made my way to the kitchen and Bruce was sitting at the kitchen island having a cup of something dark and strong.

“Do you want me to pour you a cup?” He asked, placing the paper he was so enthralled in on the table. I shook my head and pointed to my belly, “oh, right.” He says. “How about a cup of tea instead?”

“Thank you.” I say sitting opposite him on the island. I watched his movements, slow but meticulous as he made a cup of tea and placed a plate with a boston cream donut in front of me.

“Good morning.” Nat sang as she made her way into the kitchen.

“Good morning.” Bruce automatically replied as he went back to his paper.

Nat poured herself a cup of coffee and took a bite of my donut, licking the creamy filling from her fingertips. And as if on cue Bucky came in from his morning run, his shirt sweat soaked and clinging to his body.

“Oh, Bucky.” Bruce says. “Can you meet me in the lab in about thirty minutes? Tony and I were discussing a theory last night and we want to test it out.”

“Yeah sure. Just let me change out of my clothes.”

“Yes, okay. No rush. I’ll set everything up.” He says lifting up the paper he was reading earlier.

Bruce pours himself another cup of coffee and exits the kitchen without a second glance. I observed Bucky and Nat, who were doing a poor job at being discreet about ignoring each other.

Bucky kisses me on the forehead, “good morning, doll.”

“Is there anything that I need to know?” I asked picking at my donut.

“About?” He asked as he reached for the coffee pot.

I gazed between him and Nat. “About how Natasha is still in love with you.”

You could pinpoint the moment the air escaped the room. I gripped my cup tightly until my knuckles whitened.

Bucky spoke first, “Doll, let me explain.”

“Yes, please do.”

“That kiss meant nothing.”

The air immediately left my lungs as the bile rose up my throat, “What kiss?”

Bucky knew then that he said more than he should have, he tried to approach me, but I shook my head as the tears filled my eyes. “How could you? I trust you.”

She approached me. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t.” I say. “You are in love with my boyfriend. You are supposed to be my best friend.”  

“Doll.”

I grabbed the side of the counter and staggered out of the kitchen. “I-I can’t breathe.” I say as I made my way out of the kitchen and into the open air.  I felt their presences behind me, but it was all a blur. I opened the door and practically fell into Steve’s arms. 

“You don’t look well.”

“I can’t breathe.” I say as I pushed past him.

“Doll, let’s talk about this.”

I kept walking, Natasha was reaching for me, pleading with me, but I couldn’t believe the betrayal. I kept backing away not realizing how close I was to the edge until I felt myself free falling. There were commotions and screams, Steve’s shield whizzed past my head and then it was all silence and darkness.


“I’ve been here before.” I stated.

“Many times.” The familiar voice answers. “Should I be flattered that you remembered?”

He was warm and I found comfort in that. “Lo. I don’t want to go back.”

“There’s a child growing in you.”

I clung to him and he held me close to his chest.

I closed my eyes and felt the familiar tug of my bones as we disappeared into another realm.


DUFF (CHAPTER 4)

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Chapter 4

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: fluff, smut, angst 

╳ Summary: Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”




It only takes 10 minutes to get to my house but it’s feeling like 10 hours. First of all, being in Yoongi’s car is enough to make me nauseous. Second, the fact that Yoongi was right here next to me made me almost pass out.

 The drive has been completely quiet, the only noise coming from the radio and even that could barely be heard. I wanted to say something, anything, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. 

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“one of us has to get out of bed to make pancakes and it’s not going to be me ok just go and bring me nourishment”

for @cupcakecana bc 1) she is an actual cupcake and 2) she wanted happy things so here are happy things -3-

It is a vicious attack that wakes him. First a cold foot to his thigh, and then an unbearable weight on top of him. Natsu grunts into the mattress and drudgingly lifts his head to save himself from certain death by suffocation. 

“Food…” Lucy’s breath tickles his ear as she clutches at him like a spider monkey, her voice first thin and whiny and then suddenly rising to a volume that–in Natsu’s humble opinion–shakes the entire bed. “Natsu. Feed me.”

“Lu,” Natsu groans, still half asleep, “It’s the middle of the night. Lemme sleep.”

“Nuh uh.” She doesn’t say anything more, but she doesn’t have to. Because she bites into his earlobe instead. 

With a cry, Natsu shoots upright and pins her to the bed. She grins up at him sleepily, and he isn’t sure if he should chide or kiss her. But then her stomach rumbles, and she makes a very pitiful face, and Natsu knows his fate is sealed. No way he can refuse that

Lucy blinks up at him innocently. “Feed…us…”

“You sound like a monster,” Natsu informs her before releasing her arms and hopping off the bed. He receives a pillow to the head which he doesn’t bother blocking. Laughing to himself, he leaves the room. If he has to make pancakes, he’ll make sure they are enough to soothe his woman. A monster has nothing on her. Natsu grins. 

Natsu’s pancakes are messy and not very pretty, but they are always good. (“I cook with love,” he’ll say, “And love tastes best freestyle!” To which Lucy will always roll her eyes and point out he isn’t making any sense. He says he is.)

Lucy awaits him with outstretched arms, a big smile on her face. “That smells great. My saviour!” 

“I hope I get more than that title for this,” Lucy’s saviour says, wiggling his brows as he presents her with an entire stack of steaming pancakes. 

Lucy’s eyes glint with promise, but then she snorts. “You can have a pancake.”

“Did you say one?!” 

“Maybe two.”

“Didn’t you say ‘feed us’?” Eh?” He nudges her side as he slips back under the blanket and she places the plate between them. He enthusiastically grabs a pancake, but almost chokes on it when he sees the expression on her face.

“I didn’t mean you,” she tells him, suddenly quieter, and bites her lip. Half a pancake hangs out of his mouth as he scrunches his brows, slowly processing her words.

His eyes drop to her stomach. Then they grow wide. He lifts them back up to fix them on hers with a silent question.

“It certainly explains all the late night food cravings,” she mumbles with a small smile. 

Natsu doesn’t say anything. Slowly, he plucks the pancake from his chin and places it back on the plate. And even slower, pure joy creeps onto his face. 

“Another?” he asks, and Lucy can’t hold back a wide, teary smile as she nods, and keeps nodding. “We’re gonna have another baby!” 

Natsu isn’t sure what to do first, but his body is faster than his mind. He squeezes her against him, pressing kisses to her head, before releasing her with the widest grin possible. Almost ceremoniously, he takes the plate and offers it to her. 

“You can have them all,” he tells her very seriously, knowing by the twitch to her lips that she can barely hold back laughter.

“Why thank you,” she says with a bow of her head, pecking his cheek and then rolling up a pancake to heartily bite into it. Natsu watches her eat (and eat and eat), and when she is done, Lucy grins. “This one definitely has your appetite.” 

Hawaii

Warning: Language, kinda smutty

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The day had been miserably hot. On top of that, It was very humid. But what am I to complain about in Hawaii? It’s absolutely gorgeous. What’s the one thing that could make a place like Hawaii 100 times better? My boyfriend Harry.

Yesterday Harry’s good friend Jon Geller got married. It was a very beautiful ceremony. Harry really let loose and had fun, which is really relieving for me because he’s been pretty stressed out lately.

About an hour ago Harry decided to head down to the gym and work out.

“Are ya sure ya don’ wanna come with me to the gym bug?” He asked tying his shoe laces.

“Harry If I go to the gym I’m going to immediately die of heat stroke.” I say sleepily from under the covers.

“If you say so, I’ll be back in a bit.” He says with a light chuckle.

Once he was all ready to go he came over to my side of the bed, kissed my cheek, then left.

That was an hour ago, and it’s only getting hotter by the minute. I wish I could go to the beach to cool off but Harrys exact words were,

“Stay in the room until I get back petal, don’ want the paps gettin’ pictures of ya.”

So instead of going to the beach, I think of another idea.

Quickly I take off my shirt and shorts, leaving me just in my underwear. I stand up from the bed and make my way over to the huge window in the room and open it. Immediately I’m met by the cool morning breeze. The wind on my skin feels amazing.

After a few moments of letting the breeze nibble at my skin, I lye on my stomach on the bed and doze off.

Suddenly I’m awoken by soft kisses on my ass.

I turn my head to the side to look down at harry. He had just gotten out of the shower and had a white towel wrapped lowly around his hips. I let out a small moan just looking at him, He notices that I’m awake and looks up at me with a smirk on his face.

“Good mornin’ my sleepy one.” He dips his head back down and starts kissing the small of my back.

I let out a quiet morning and bite my lip.

Suddenly Harry flips me over and starts biting my hip bones.

“Is daddy making you feel good pet?” He asked moving up to the dip in between my breasts.

Instantly I can feel my panties soak at the name daddy.

I nod my head and run my fingers through his slightly damp curly hair.

All too quickly he stops and looks at me.

“Answer when I speak.” He says running his thumb across my bottom lip.

“Yes.” I say slightly out of breath.

“Yes what?” Harry asks with lust filled eyes.

“Yes Daddy.” I say and slip his thumb into my mouth lightly sucking.

His eyes snap shut and he lets out a shaky breath.

He regains composure and pulls out his thumb from my mouth causing me to let out a whimper.

“I’m in charge okay pet?” He asks moving his head to my neck.

I moan out a yes as he hits a sensitive spot on my neck.

Harry was just about to take the towel off of his body when there was a knock on the door.

“Bloody hell.” Harry mumbles before yelling

“Who is it?”

“It’s Jeff, someone is on the phone for you and you need to talk to them right now.”

“Can it not wait?” He yells running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“If it could wait Harry I wouldn’t be standing in the hall right now, come open this bloody door!” Jeff yells.

Harry looks at me with a desperate and apologetic look.

“Don’t worry it’s fine, I’ll be here when you get back.” I say lightly smiling.

Harry lightly smiles and kisses me quickly on the lips.

“I promise I’ll be back soon, and then I’m all yours.” He says pulling a shirt over his head.

Once he’s dressed he kisses me again and leaves.

What I thought would be a few minute phone call turns into hours and I’m not sure when he’ll be back.

With every hour that passes I get more and more riled up.

All I know is when Harry gets back, he wont be in charge, I will.

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Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed! If you want a part 2 for this just let me know! I have some good ideas for a part 2…;)

His Wedding | nine

Summery:  Modern-Day(AU) Bucky and you are former exes. He moved on but you couldn’t. Since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will go fine with your two best friends, Steve and Natasha by your side.

Word Count: 3857

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance/Drama

Warnings: heart wrenching angst, language.

Characters (by appearance): Bucky, Reader, Lily Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff.

A/N: This part made me too emotional and I cried several times and I had to take breaks from writing it because damn, it was too much. So far, the best chapter I’ve contributed to this series, and I really hope you guys like it!

Also I love Tom and Jerry.

Please leave me some comments to read when I wake up in the morning, so that they make my day! lol, love me, I’m needy.

Sorry for any typos :P

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Previously on “His Wedding” :

“Yes. I’ll be your maid of honor, Lily.”

What do you call a mistake that’s been repeat twice? It’s called a habit. And my habit is to say yes no matter which situation it puts me in.

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Wrapped Around; pt.6

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 11.8k words 

Originally posted by shinevmin

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

A/N: hur hur finally!!! I always feel horrible for making y’all wait for a month for each chapter haha. also, im running out of appropriate vmin gifs lmaooo

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 3.5 | Part 4 | Part 5

Previously…

Jimin silently stuffs a spoonful into his mouth and although he had no appetite, the mere thought of this being something you made is enough to push him to forcefully swallow it. He thinks perhaps if he ate enough of it, it could help fill the vague emptiness he felt in his chest but he knew that only one thing could do that and that was you.


“So, he went to the ball with this Mina girl?” Solji asks, her voice slightly fuzzy over the phone speaker.

You let out a low hum of agreement, sinking down onto your bed, the phone still pressed to your ear.

“Because she asked?”

“Yes,” You sigh, setting your phone next to your head after selecting the loudspeaker option on your screen.

“And you had a week to ask him to the ball but you didn’t?”

“Well, I mean… yeah… but whatever, that’s not my point,” You groan. “My point is that he slept with Mina.”

“And is that a surprise to you? You really can’t blame him can you?” She asks. “He probably waited for you to ask him out to the ball and when you didn’t, he assumed you weren’t interested and went for someone else who was.”

“But I am interested,” You grumble, running your hand over your face in frustration.

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Night Routine

My night routine was always more extensive then Harry’s ever was or will ever be. I can’t even count the times Harry has complained over the years about me taking to long to get into bed.

“Come on babe, wearing your makeup to bed once wont kill you!” Or

“Petal come cuddle I’m going to die of loneliness!”

Did this ever make me go any faster? No, but it did make me smile and my heart swell just a little bit.

A little bit ago we got home from Interviews. Interview days were good and bad. Good because they weren’t too hectic and I got to be with Harry. The bad part was I was with Harry but couldn’t talk to him.

After getting done with some work of my own around 10:30 P.M I decided the start getting ready for bed. Swiftly I shut my laptop and sat it down on the couch beside me. Harry was sitting on the other couch across from me writing on several different pieces of papers. Not sure what they were, music I assume.

I stand up, stretch my arms up above my head, and letting out a little yawn.

“Where ya goin’ bug?” Harry asked briefly looking up from the papers in his hands.

“I finished my work so I’m gonna get ready for bed.” I say going over and kissing him on the forehead.

“Okay, I’ll be up in a minute, I’m almost done.” Harry says softly before turning right back to the papers.

I lightly pout. When I don’t walk away Harry looks up at me.

“Somethin’ else?” He asks then looks back at the papers.

I get right in front of him, take the papers out of his hands, and set them beside him on the couch.

Immediately Harry snaps his head up. He’s about to say something but I cut him off.

I bring my hand down to the collar of his shirt and lightly tug.

Harry’s face breaks into a dimpled smile.

“I jus bout forgot din I?” He ask with a smirk tugging at his lips.

Quickly Harry pulled the shirt over his head and handed it to me.

I tilted his chin up towards me and kissed his lips.

“Thank you babe.” I say then head to our bedrooms bathroom.

Ever since we started dating I always loved to wear Harry’s clothes but especially after he wore them. If he ever wore a casual t shirt all day, then that night I’d want to wear it because it smelt like him.

Once I got into the bathroom I changed into his shirt and clean underwear. Throwing my hair into a bun I quickly wash my face and brush my teeth. I don’t think I take too long getting ready for bed, Harry just always washes his face and brushes his teeth right after dinner. Also he is a very impatient booger.

In the middle of brushing my teeth I look in the mirror and can see Harry lying on the bed more thank likely just in boxers, under the blanket. His left hand is behind his head while is right props his phone up on his chest scrolling through who knows what. Probably Instagram even though the boy never uses it.

When I get done I turn the bathroom light and head towards the bed.

Harry sees the light go off out of the corner of his eye and locks his phone setting it on his bedside table. Then he looks up at me and out stretches his arms.

“Come ere’ bugs, I’ve missed you.”

I giggle but do as he says, laying my head on his chest and his right arm wraps around me and lightly kisses me on top of my head.

“Harry we’ve spent the whole day together.” I say smiling and lightly kissing his chest.

Instantly his fingers start running through my hair.

“Yeah but I’ve been doing stuff all day and besides we haven’t really been alone.”  He says still playing with my hair.

I take a deep breath in, just inhaling his wonderful scent. I know this sounds super creepy but I’ve never smelt a more wonderful smelling person in my life.

My right hand slowly traces random shapes on his bare chest. And for a while that’s all we do. No talking, just enjoying each others presence.

After a little while of doing this though I get a little bored. I needed more contact, if even possible.

I scoot up higher to where my head is now resting right by his neck. I turn my lips to wear I can kiss him. And that’s just what I do.

Anywhere my lips can reach I kiss. Lightly sucking every so often, especially behind his ear where he’s most sensitive.

I swing me leg over his body to where I’m straddling him and get to work on his other side.

Harry’s hand slide under my shirt and grab onto my hips.

“I thought we were supposed to try to go to sleep?” He asks lightly chuckling.

“Sleeps boring, I’d rather do this.” I mumble kiss up his jaw.

Suddenly I’m flipped over and Harry’s on top of me.

“Oh you don’t know what you just started.” Harry says with a smirk and wild eyes.

Lets just say we did a lot of stuff other than sleeping.

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Sorry I haven’t written in forever!! I’ve sadly had no motivation but I’m back!! Hope you liked!

I tried not to make this smutty but if y’all would like a part 2 smutty version let me know!!