71. Mc + Zen! because I am Zen trash. I love your writing btw!
Thank you so much!
Zen being cheesy wasn’t anything new. It was to be expected, even. He would use lines from romantic plays against you, give you looks that made your heart melt and your legs weak, but he still managed to be a gentleman about it.
Still, some things managed to catch you off-guard. When he gave you such a small and almost shy kiss, you were ready to ask him what was wrong? Why was he being so light with his touches towards you? But when he got down on one knee, producing a small velvet box from his jacket pocket, you could honestly say this was the biggest surprise in your life. Even more so with what he said next.
“You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.”
He said it like he meant it. Because he did mean it, and your shakily got down on your knees with him, his look turning from sweet to a mixture of being scared and confusion.
How could this sweet man think that, when it was surely the other way around?
His hand reached out to close the box, to get ready and apologize for doing something so brash, but yours stopped him quickly.
“No- I mean- Yes! Yes, Zen, yes- I’m just so surprised.”
You allowed him to put the ring on, a laugh escaping him when you hugged him, even though the both of you were on your knees outside.
How you managed to get the heart of this wonderful man you will know, but you weren’t going to let him go.
Minerva Mcgongall pulled out her notebook and turned to the page that listed the names and details of that years Gryffindor Quidditch team. Her heart swelling with pride she jotted down the name “Harry Potter” next to the position “Seeker” before closing the book and opening a second drawer. She took out a small, wooden box and rummaged in it for a few seconds before withdrawing a worn out envelope, inside of which was a short letter and a photograph.
Hope you’re doing well! I’m the same of course, driving Lily up the wall as usual, she sends you her love by the way!
Now I know I told you that you’ll never find a chaser as good as me ever again, but it just goes to show that even the brilliant are sometimes mistaken. I’ve found you (made you!) a replacement who will one day outshine his old man by leagues! Enclosed is a photograph of your new Quidditch prodigy so that you may assess his skills for yourself. We have him chasing the cat for practice. He’ll be unbeatable by the time he starts at Hogwarts! The youngest Quidditch player in a century!
I guarantee it, Minnie. And you know I’m never wrong, though you’ll never admit it!
Missing you and Hogwarts terribly,
Lots of love,
P.S. Sirius says his marriage proposal still stands.”
Wiping away a single tear that ran down her cheek and chuckling to herself, she smiled down at the photograph of a small, gleeful, black haired boy zooming along in a toy broom, a pair of legs chasing after him and a young woman laughing hysterically in a corner.
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I just got some really, really bad news. Can I get some tooth rottingly sweet drarry fluff to try and balance it out? ❤️
Draco is not a sappy person. Absolutely not.
He most definitely doesn’t keep all the anniversary and Christmas cards Harry has ever given him in a hidden drawer in his desk. Nor does he circle the days they will see each other on his calendar in invisible ink lest his nosy secretary accidentally see.
He definitely does not carry a picture of the two of them from their first Christmas together in his, smiling and laughing and looking free, in his wallet, enchanted to look like a business card should anyone but him look at it.
And he definitely, definitely is not head over heals in love with Harry Potter.
So when he goes into Waldrick’s Wizarding Wares and Fine Jewelry that Tuesday afternoon it is only look because he is not a man of rash decisions. He’d simply seem an attractive gold band glimmering in the window and decided to have a look is all.
When he leaves the shoppe two hours later his wallet is considerably lighter and his robe pocket feels extraordinarily heavy, especially for for such a small box. He slips his hand inside his pocket, wrapping it around the box and letting his thumb caress the smooth velvet. His heart feels too big and his courage too small. He most definitely is not proposing to Harry.
He carries the box in his pocket for exactly 87 days. In fact he almost convinces himself he means not to do it too, because they’ve got a great thing going and he will not be the one to muck it up. He simply will not risk it.
Until the 88th day.
Harry sleeps over and when Draco awakes the next morning it is to the glorious sight of Harry splayed across his bed, his legs tangled in the sheets and his body radiating a warmth that Draco finds intoxicating. His hair is a complete disaster and his mouth hangs open just a bit, his entire body heavy with sleep. He looks so relaxed, so at peace and something in Draco breaks in that moment at the idea of Harry ever leaving. He thinks of the nights Harry is gone and he clings to the empty sheets inhaling his scent and wishing he were here.
And then Harry is rolling over towards him, a smile spreading across his face before he even opens his eyes as he presses his lips against Draco’s neck in a gentle kiss.
“Marry me?” Draco whispers.
Harry pulls back with a jump, his eyes bright and perhaps a little hopeful. “Are you serious?”
“If I hadn’t been serious I wouldn’t have asked,” Draco replies shortly, a bit of insecurity creeping back in. Perhaps this had been a bad idea after all.
“But when we first got together you said you’d never get married,” Harry says, and Draco isn’t sure if its a statement or a question but he feels Harry’s hands trembling and understands that he is not the only one unsure.
“I say a lot of things I don’t mean. Now is not one of those times. I don’t want you to leave. Ever. I don’t want you come to my flat or me go to yours; I want a place that’s ours. I don’t want to ever see you walking away and not know that you’re coming back to me every time. I love you, Harry, and I don’t say it enough. But I do, with everything I am. You make me a better man and I want you as mine. Forever. Please say yes.”
“Yes!” Harry all but yells, pinning him down against the bed. “Fuck yes,” Harry says again and Draco doesn’t even have time to consider the shakiness in Harry’s voice because Harry is kissing him as if he might actually die if he stops; desperate and demanding and consuming.
Hours later, when Harry is asleep again, Draco traces a heart on the bare skin of Harry’s back, memorizing the way he’d looked when he’d said yes and he thinks that perhaps he might just be a little bit sappy.
REQUEST: Can you write like a super fluffy blurb where it’s mother’s day and Harry and your kids just wake you up with cuddles and kisses and (like your other one-shot My Love, My Life My Always) he shares a pic of you and your kids cuddling and laughing and its pure fluuuffffff
A few of you have also been asking for fluff recently, so here it is! Sending so much love to you all. x
“C’mon, bugs…nice an’ quiet now.”
“We know Daddy, yeh don’t have to keep remindin’ us,” your little boy explained, causing you to giggle quietly from your place in bed.
Usually you would be up and out of bed already, preparing breakfast with Harry before you needed to go wake your twins up for the day. But Harry had made a huge fuss the night before about you getting the chance to sleep in—however, your sleep schedule had been to synced to your children and your morning routine that you had been laying in bed awake for a half an hour now.
You closed your eyes and tried to stay as still as possible when you heard your bedroom door open slowly. Harry’s steps were paired with another set of quicker ones, and it took everything you had in you not to flip over and look at your loves.
“Daddy, can we wake her up now?” Your son whispered as quietly as he could manage, which was still pretty loud.
“Yes, go wake her, loves.”
You waited a few seconds, hyperaware of your breathing and whether or not it would be fast or slow enough.
Suddenly, you heard two pairs of little feet pattering against the floor as your babies ran into your bedroom.
Summary: sugar daddy, art collector King T’Challa, I think that about sums it up. Inspired by THIS post.
A/N: So yet again, I have not done any of the 12 requests in my inbox. Sorry guys, just feeling a little selfish/selif indulgent as of late. Also this fic is around 3.1K words so it’s pretty long, just a heads up.
You meandered around the room, admiring the art on the walls
as your heels clicked lightly across the floor. You were so proud of the work
you had done to get this art exhibit up and ready in such short time. It wasn’t
every day you got call from the King of Wakanda asking your museum to showcase
his personal art collection so your bosses were up your ass to ensure
everything was perfect, and it was.
“Thanks for coming tonight,” Steve says as the two of you walk together to the concession stand. “I owe you.”
“No you don’t.”
He takes your hand, blue eyes steadily staring back at you. “Y/N, you voluntarily chose to come to this game with me so I wouldn’t be stuck with Bucky and Sam. I owe you, big time.”
He makes a good point when he phrases it like that. No one likes to go out alone with Sam and Bucky. They value their sanity far too much for that. “Buy me some snacks and you can consider your debt repaid.”
Request ( @what-is-this-life-you-speak-of- ) Hey! I love your work and I just want to say that your writing is phenomenal!! I want to make a request on BTS finding kinky things that were stashed away, like whips, masks, latex or leather, anything BDSM basically, thanks!
This is my impromptu thank you for reaching 1500 followers! Thank you so much my darlings- I love all of you and appreciate all of you- I am always happy to have a chat to you and get to know you, I LOVE MAKING FRIENDS!
Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.
Bucky Barnes X Reader
Word Count: 1253
Warnings: Feelings. Mentions of alcohol.
A/N: This is it!! This is the last part!! Thank you all so much for reading and for putting up with my huge gaps in posting!! I appreciate every single like, reblog and comment that I’ve gotten and it means the world to me that you’ve stuck through to the ending. Thank you all xoxo
I’m in an abusive relationship. Not physically but mentally, verbally. He calls me names and breaks me down yet I’m so afraid to tell anyone because they’ll make me leave him but I love him. I love him, I’m trapped in this small box of caged Privileges and orders, they’re like laws and if I break one he leaves. He calls me beautiful and showers me with love but his temper terrifies me to the point of tears. You wonder why someone would stay in a relationship like this you would just leave I said the same thing until I was in the position. You love them with everything you have despite they’re temper, because they have a heart of gold. You want to leave the pain and caged box but you want to stay with the person you love so deeply. You don’t understand until you are here, how hard it is to leave.