smooshes his face

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This cat likes to roam the Neighborhood. I don’t know his name but I call him smoosh cat because he likes to smoosh his face against my hand and roll over. He also likes becoming a plant for some reason.

Heart on the Line (part 5)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: buckysbackpackbuckle
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1589

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Easter egg’s

tom holland x reader

HAPPY EASTER GUYS HOPE YOURS WAS AS FUN AS MINE, AND I HOPE YOU GOT A LOT OF CHOCOLATE, HERE MY EASTER GIFT TO YOU A TOM HOLLAND IMAGINE.

(y/n/n) - your niece’s name

(y/n/h/c) your niece’s hair color

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 Easter had always been one of your favorite holidays, the colorful eggs, spring time weather, and most of all seeing your baby ‘niece’ find the colorful eggs that you had hidden earlier. (y/n/n) wasn’t your actual niece, a friend of yours had a kid four years ago and both her and her husband were both very successful business workers who traveled a lot. So instead of letting (y/n/n) grow up with nannies you offered to watch and take care of her when her parents where out of town, which was most of the time.

 You were absolutely excited this easter to see (y/n/n), this was gonna be the first time she meet your boyfriend Tom. You could tell Tom was ecstatic to meet her, all morning he ran around placing little easter egg surprises around the house and asking you questions about her, and what she liked.

 You watched as Tom placed another easter egg in the cupboard, surprised to see that there were already a handful there. ‘’Tom, you are aware that you’ve placed over a hundred eggs around the house right? She’s only gonna look in the most obvious places, she’s four, plus doesn’t the easter bunny leave eggs outside? Where gonna finding easter eggs till next easter if you don’t stop placing them in every nook and crany.’’

Tom looked at you as he placed another egg in the fruit bowl, ‘’So even if she doesn’t find them all when we’re doing something around the house and we find an easter egg it’ll be a little surprise for us. Who doesn’t love randomly getting chocolate?”

‘’Yes Tom stale jelly beans are absolutely delicious.’’ you replied as you popped a few chocolate bites in your mouth. “Also what about Tessa, you know dogs can’t eat chocolate, and plastic eggs aren’t that hard to open.’’

‘’That’s why love, all the chocolate eggs are only where humans can reach.’’ Tom said fixing the easter eggs display on the coffee table.

‘’For the love of god Tom sit down would you.’’

 “It has to be perfect. I don’t want her to hate me.’’ He murmured.

Standing up you hugged his waist from behind, laying your head on his back. You could feel him turning around to hold you, ‘’Tom she’s not gonna hate you she’s four, and she’s a very loving child who will absolutely adore you.’’ you said grabbing his face is your hands, ‘’Okay?”

Holding your waist tightly bringing you closer to him, “But (y/n),” he started.

“No but’s, okay? She will love you. I have no doubt in my mind about it.’’ You said pecking his cheek lightly, ‘’But if you don’t stop hiding eggs, I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Okay, love.’’ Tom said, bring his lips closer to your’s, you dodged his kiss as the doorbell rang yelling that she’s here.

Tom’s eyes went wide as a small (y/n/h/c) child ran through the hallway all the way up to him. “HI, I’m (y/n/n)!” she said smooshing her face into his leg as she tried to hug.

“Hey there sweetheart” Tom said said getting down to her level to give her a proper hug. “I’m Tom.”

You watched as Tom and your niece hunted for eggs, Tom acting surprised every time she found one. Your niece was ecstatic as she found so many eggs, dumping the first bucket full on the couch only to have Tom help her hunt for more. A few buckets and a million pictures later, you sat on the couch watching as Tom chased your niece around your backyard with tessa randomly running around them.

  As your niece sat surrounded in a pile of eggs playing around with a sleepy Tessa, Tom sat next to you bringing you into his chest. You looked up at him watching him smile at your niece every time she threw an egg to play fetch with Tessa. “I told you she would love. With the million and one eggs or without’’

‘’You did.’’ Tom admitted, “ you also told me i over did it with the eggs, and i definitely over did it with the eggs.” He said pulling out an egg that he had been sitting on, eating the contents of it.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Tom that’s disgusting.’’

All he did was smile at you as he threw a jelly bean in your mouth.

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Reggie Mantle x Reader : Call Me Daddy

A/N: implied/slight smut, swearing and garbage grammar:D

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“Call me Daddy.” He demanded as he stood over me, his body nearly pressed against my own while I laid on my bed.


“My dude… What?” I asked in disbelief. ‘What the fuck is this dude smoking?’

He grunted, almost annoyed by me. Flopping down beside me, he repeated his “command”.  

“I said, call me Daddy.” I started busting up, I couldn’t believe it. I could not believe my ears. I was shooketh. ‘My baby boy is kinky as fuuuuuuck!!’


“HAHAHA!! I’m so weak, dude! I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff.” I smiled cheerily and patted his tummy. ‘That’s not even a tummy, that’s a fucking washboard. I should bring my laundry next time I come over while he’s taking a bath.’


“Shut up and just say it.” He groaned, grabbing a pillow and using it to cover his face. “Don’t tell me to shut up, you dickhead.” I slapped his belly, making him roll around in mock pain.

“I’m sorry, just… please? Call me Daddy, babe.”

“Nope!” I replied, popping the ‘p’. He pouted and I grabbed his cheeks, smooshing his handsome face. “I am the Kink Master, you gotta bring more to the table than just a small ‘please’ and calling me by my favorite pet name, bubby.”


“Baby girl, pleeeease? I promise it’s just this one time. Just one time and that’s it, I’ll never ask you again.” He begged, rubbing his face into my stomach. I started giggling and shoved him off my bed. A big thud resounded through my room and downstairs.

“You kids okay up there?” I heard my mum yell from the kitchen downstairs.

“Yeah, we’re good mumma!” I yelled back and I heard her giggle and mutter something to my dad, making him laugh a little.

Reggie propped his head on the edge of my bed and tilted his head cutely at me, batting his lashes. ‘Awww, what a cutie!’

“That tickled, you dork! Hmm…” I teased and stuck my tongue out at him. “Please, babe? I promise I’ll do anything you ask for a week.”


“Anything?”


“Yes! Anything!”


“Make it a month.”


“…Fuck it, yes. Whatever, deal.” He groaned while I delivered the dance of Y/N’s Success.


“Oooh, let’s go to Pop’s then! I’m dying for a chocolate milkshake.” I hopped off my bed and pulled on my shoes.


“Y/N, come on!” He groaned again. I rolled my eyes and patted his shoulder. “I gotta see you commit, baby boy. Let’s go! Chop chop!”


“Fine, at least give me a kiss,” I gave him a quick peck before he could grab me and drag the kiss further, ”and promise me you’ll do it-”


“Yeah, yeah definitely! Now let’s GOOOOOOO!!” I yelled, tugging his arm towards the stairs and to the front door so we could get milkshakes. ‘Ugh, I’m dying c'mon Reggie work with me.’


~~~~~~~~~~time skippo~~~~~~~~~~~


“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked, he hasn’t said a word since he drove here. ‘He’s probably mad, thinking I won’t hold my end of the deal.’


“Nothing, just drink your milkshakes.” He spat out, looking back out the window and ignoring me. I glared at him and kicked his leg, but he didn’t seem to show any signs that it hurt… or that he even felt it.

Thirty minutes and five milkshakes later, he still hasn’t spoken to me. “Hmm…” Popping a few more cherries into my mouth, I notified the slab of concrete that sat across from me that I was finished.


He paid the bill and grabbed my hand, leading me out of the small diner.


“Reginald…” His grip on my hand softened, slowly intertwining our fingers together. He looked down at me with a straight face and said nothing. I stared back up at him, attempting to pull off that cute doe-eyed pout. His face showed nothing, like he wasn’t affected and turned his attention from me to straight ahead.

‘Tch… What a bum.’ I mentally stomped my foot.


Thoughts ran through my mind until one of them hit me hard. ‘He DEFINITELY still wants me to call him Daddy.’ Conjuring up a plan, I smirked evilly to myself. ‘I’m gonna get him good. Let’s make this count, I got one shot.’


I stopped walking, hoping he’d do the same. Luckily, he did. He looked back at me, his perfect eyebrows furrowed in confusion.


Sighing, I let go of his hand and stood right against him. Running my hands up his chest, I looked up at him through my eyelashes with half-lidded eyes and a small smile. His stoic expression broke slightly, a little smirk playing on his lips. ‘I can hear his heartbeat lmao… did I just say ‘lmao’ in my head?’


Reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck, I stood on the tips of my toes. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly against him. ‘Tall ass giant, gosh! I love this, man!’


I leaned in closer to him and kissed up the side of his neck on his cheek towards his ear, leaving a little trail of light pink chapstick on his skin. Hearing him sigh and feeling him nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck, I had him. Right. Where. I. Wanted. Him.


Placing one last kiss on his soft cheek, I leaned in and whispered into his ear.


“Thank you for tonight… I love you, Daddy.”


A sharp intake of air. His grip tightened. And… wetness?


I pulled away to look at him, only to find myself fully wrapped up in his arms.


“Reggie? Are you okay, baby?” All I got was a nod in response. Letting out a little sigh, I rubbed my nose against his chest, breathing in his strong scent. ‘His cologne is so damn delicious! Fuck me up for Eternity, Calvin Klein!’


I was pulled from my thoughts as I felt our bodies swaying. All of a sudden, my legs were off the ground and I was soaring against the wind. ‘Is this dude really spinning me around in circles?’


“REGGIE! OH MY GOSH, PLEASE PUT ME DOWN! WHAT’S HAPPENING?!” I could barely get out any words, I was giggling so much. I felt so free and light in his arms.


“I can’t believe it!”


“What? That I said Daddy?” He shook his head no and placed his forehead against mine, his hands encasing my face while he swiped his thumb against my cheek.


“You said you love me, Y/N.”


“…And you’re crying because?” I asked, entirely amused and taken away from his insanely adorable reaction.


“Because the girl of my dreams loves me back.” He gave me the biggest grin ever and lifted me off the ground into the tightest hug I’ve ever received.


“I love you, baby girl. Forever and always for all eternity, Y/N.” I snorted and hugged him back.


“Stop, that was so gross.” He scoffed and pretended to throw me, causing me to latch tighter onto him.


“Whatever, you only wish you said it.”


“Nah, I wish I stayed at Pop’s and ordered more cherries.”


“Speaking of cherries, you wanna…?” And he makes a *pop* sound with his lips and gives me the biggest shit-eating grin ever. ‘He’s so handsome… Ugh, such a dope.’


“Reginald, do you WANT to lose your balls?”


“Nah, I’d rather have you lose your virginity to me tonight.”


“You’re so gross! Yuck!”


“Ohh, says the ‘Kink Master’!”


“Damn right, lil boy!”


“You won’t be screaming that tonight.”


“Really now? What will I be screaming then?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I rolled my eyes back and gave my best porn-star impression.


“Oh, Daddy! Please fuck me! Fuck me hard and good with your monster cock! Punish me, Daddy! I’ve been such a naughty, dirty girl! Daddy- OH SHIT REGGIE!! WAIT!!” He picked me up and hauled me over his shoulder, like I was a sack of potatoes. ‘I’m a cute potato though.’


“NOPE! WE’RE GOING TO MY PLACE. IMMEDIATELY. WE’RE DOING THIS, BABY.” Groaning, I just hung there on his shoulder not protesting against his ‘wishes’.


“Reggie… would you wait to have sex after marriage?” He tapped my bum and let out a big laugh.


“Oh, you wanna marry me?” He said in a teasing voice. I rolled my eyes and propped my elbow against his rock hard shoulder blade and perched my chin on my hand.


“Well. I mean. If we last that long, I mean… yeah. We’ve been together since forever and I can’t really see myself in the future without you by my side.” I finished, softly smiling back at him. He laughed and shook his head, his luscious hair swaying just urging me to tug on it.


“But, maybe… maybe in the heat of the moment, maybe. I don’t know.” I sighed in defeat. “And you call me gross, you little twerp. I’m not a virgin, so that question was irrelevant for me.” I pouted and smacked his butt. He jokingly let out a small ‘ow’ and slapped my ass. Hard. As. Fuck. “SHIT! MY ASS CHEEK FELL OFF, I CAN’T FEEL IT!” Reggie started cracking up and patted my bum, trying to ease the pain or some shit. ‘Imma get this fool… imma get him gooood.’


“Ahhhh! Daddy, stop teasing me!” I moaned out.


“Shit, babe. You gonna use that against me now?”


“Nah. Issa special thang, sweet boy! I ain’t abusing the 'Daddy’ kink. I’ll only use it when it’s just me and you.” He peered over his shoulder and gave me that little smirk that I love so much. Finally, he reached his car and gently placed me into the passenger seat and buckled me in. 'Well shit, he really is Daddy Material. How lucky am I?’


Reggie clambered into the driver’s seat and revved out of the diner’s parking lot, (making our way downtown) continuing our way to his house. 'Something’s gonna happen… I can feel it.’

~~~~~~~~~time skippo~~~~~~~~~


He kicked the door to his huge penthouse, I mean bedroom, open and plopped me right on his king-sized mattress. I starfished my body over the soft comforter of his bed and made blanket angels. Gah dang! This blanket is softer than the one he had last weekend!


“Honestly, I’m just glad I finally got you to say it. It sounds so good coming from you.”


“Reginald…” I warned, he flopped into the sleep mattress right next to me and I rolled over laying my head on his chest.


“I swear on Archie’s ginger soul, if you brag about this to the football team I will take that pretty face of yours-”


“H-Hey! I’m not gonna do that-”


“…And sit on it and make you do lewd things to me.” 'Holy damn, so much for waiting after marriage! Hormones, dafuq we doin?’


“B-Babe, stop talking like that.” He stuttered out and sat up. I got up and laid my head on his shoulder. 'So buff, so sweet… I love him so much.’


“Like what, daddy?” I looked up at him, batting my eyelashes and pursing my lips into a small pout.


“Y/N, you can stop with the daddy thing.” He visibly gulped, his Adam’s apple catching my attention and I placed a light, feathery kiss on his throat. 'Longest neck ever… I wanna bite it’ But, I decided against my thoughts and redirected myself to the task at hand.


“But Daddy, I don’t wanna stop. I want you to touch me.” I took his hand and placed it in between my legs right over my heat. “Here.” Taking his other hand, I placed it against my chest. “And here.”


“Y/N, you just said you wanted to wait-” He struggled, removing his big warm hands from my body.


“But, daddy… You said you’d do anything I want.” I whined. Crawling onto him and sitting on his lap, I placed a light kiss on his thick, beautiful lips. Slowly grinding down against him, he let out a small moan as he bucked his hips against me, making me smile shyly up at him.


“Don’t you want to play with me?” His gaze on me grew darker with lust. ‘Gotcha babe…’


He instantly had me in his arms, pulling me into a long, deep kiss that quickly turned into a heated make-out. I let out a few tiny moans as his hands ran up and down my sides until they wandered, one hand gripping my waist as the other firmly grasped my ass. (a/n: firmly grasp it!)


I gasped and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. ‘This is new… hm.’ His tongue probed my mouth, our tongues soon fighting against each other for dominance. I let him win and he rubbed his tongue against mine, our teeth clashing against each other as we parted for air only to delve right back into each other. The man of my affections gripped my thighs, flipping me over onto my back.


His body rolled smoothly down against mine, grinding his hard on against me. I let out a tiny whimper and trailed my fingertips under his shirt, tracing his abs. I decided to tease him and dragged my fingers down to the waistband of his pants and palmed his front. He released an animalistic growl and gave me a lip-bruising kiss and bit my bottom lip. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging on his hair and he let out a deep groan against my mouth. Breaking away, a small string of saliva hung from both our mouths. I swiped a hand at it and wiped my hand on his shirt.


“Ewwwie!” He chuckled and cuddled me closer to his hot body. It was hot, the room was hot as hell.


“Why are you so cute, babe? Like damn.” I blushed and hid my face against his massive chest.


“I don’t know, the fuck kind of question is that?” Reggie let out a big laugh and rubbed my head, threading his fingers through my hair. 'My hair is tangled and it hurts, but I ain’t gonna say nothing.’


We both reveled in each other’s warmth and laid back down on his bed. 'FUCK! These blankets are so damn soft!’


Reggie and I just lied there in comfortable silence, until it finally dawned on me.


“You know… This was the first time I ever made out with someone.” I confessed.


“Wait… Really? I thought you made out with Moose that one time when we played Seven Minutes In Heaven at Cheryl’s party. Your hair and dress was messed up and your lips were hella swollen.” I rolled my eyes.


“First, yuck. It’s Moose, I wouldn’t even dare let him touch me. He’s an assbutt.” I pouted, folding my arms and pushing away from him.


“Secondly, me and Moose were literally fighting in that room, trying to get you guys to think that we were 'getting it on’.” Reggie shook his head and held his hand against his mouth to keep himself from laughing out loud.


“Pfft haha… Wait, you were able to land some punches on Moose? You gremlin, what’d you do that for?” He nudged me and urges me to answer him. I puffed out my cheeks and looked him dead in the eye. “Yeah, because I wanted to be able to say that I’ve fought a moose in a closet before.”


He stared back into my eyes and a smile broke out on his face, “That’s adorable.” 'No. YOU’RE adorable.’


“Shut up, Reggie.”


“Make me.”


“Sweetie pie. Honey bun. Sugar booger. Baby boy~ Mantle The Magnificent~” I pestered the man baby, poking his buff body. “Okay, okay! You got me.” He laughed, lightly swatting my hands away from him.


“Damn right, my chubby boy!” He groaned and tickled my side. I screamed and rolled away from him again. “Well, this chubby boy thinks that for your first time making out you are a fucking pro. Damn, it was so hard to stop… LITERALLY HARD TO STOP!” He exclaimed, pointing at the huge tent in his jeans.


“Doesn’t that hurt?!” I squealed, hiding under his comforter. He let out a huge sigh and flopped back on the bed.


“Yeah duh! What the hell am I gonna do now?”


“May I suggest lotion?” I chirped and received that 'really bruh?’ look from him.


“Hmph… You’re lucky I forgot to buy some more condoms, I swear I would’ve popped that ass so hard right now.”


“REGGIE! SHUT THE FUCK UP! GROSSSS!” I yelled in embarrassment. My face was burning even more and I completely hid myself under the blanket. 'Good thing his parents ain’t home, damn!’


“Babe, come on! I was just kidding! I’ll just get blue balls, it’s no big deal!”


“Reggie, what the hell?! I can’t let you get blue balls! That’s fucking dangerous, you dumb ass! Quit being so nonchalant about this! YOUR! DICK! IS! HARD!” I yelled while pointing at this pants and all he did was smirk at me.


“Then, do something about it.” He left a lingering kiss on the side of my neck and whispered in my ear, “…Baby girl.”


“Fine then.” I gritted my teeth and got up from the bed and locked the door and dimmed the lights.


“Y/N, we don’t have to-” He uttered, but I beat him to it.


“Daddy.” He shut up real quick and sat on the edge of his bed, a look of confusion plastered on his face probably wondering where I’m going with this.


“I’ll make you feel good. I’m sorry I’ve been such a nuisance all night.” Giving him a wink and hoping he’d play along. He smirked and curled his fingers at me, beckoning me to come to him. I took slow steps towards, swaying my hips and playing with the hem of my t-shirt. He licked his lips and hungrily stared me down. 'Err… Up? I dunno, he’s just directly staring at me, lemme do somethin’

I stood right in front of him and peeled my thin shirt off, never breaking eye contact with Reggie. I felt my body flush against his touch as he pulled me closer and kissed my tummy and placed a wavering kiss on my bra. 'Ayeeeee! Issa good thang I wore lace today, hoe!’ I tilted my head back and ran my hands through his silky hair and pulled his head back. “Aghhh! Shit, girl, that feels so good!” I laughed and kissed his forehead. “You’re so fucking silly, daddy… I really am sorry that I turned you on 'too much’.” With that said, I left kisses down his chest and beautifully sculpted abs and got on my knees, keeping eye contact with him on the way d o w n. 'Damn hoe, am I good? Or am I g o o d? Can’t even tell I’m a virgin because I’m a gahdamn pro!! …Genji, oh my gosh shutthefuckup me!’


“It’s alright, my little kink master. I’m sure we can find something to fix it.” I blushed at his use my self-proclaimed title, my fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants, I pulled them down and met his 'friend’. I looked at my man and back at what hid beneath his boxers, licking my lips and giving Reggie the same cute smile I’ve been giving him all night and got us into this current… situation.


“Okay, daddy~”

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A/N: and now im scarred after writing this. this is so cringey and scattered reader is supposed to be a tomboy, but i guess her damned hormones got to her and made her submit to Mantle the Magnificent’s charms and wiles *barf barf* yo, the last line gmfu reminding me of baby Dory fml😂😂😂


Sorry it’s so shitty, anyways I’ll still be updating “Let Me Explain” and “Finding A Date” probably by the end of this week. If not, they’ll be posted both either next Sunday or Monday. If you got any requests for those next two chapters for either of them, message me or something

Love y'all and thanks for reading this shit!!💕
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We Live Like Kings - audreycritter - Batman (Comics) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Fic for @cerusee
Gen/Family Bonding
Young!Jason Todd
Rated: T

The massive clock ticked off the seconds of the fourth quarter and far below on the field, players were moving into formation at the Gotham Knights offensive twenty yard line. They looked minuscule from the windows, so the few people in the luxury box mostly watched the game on a huge flat screen television mounted in front of a curved leather couch.

On the other side of the room, a table with the remnants of catered h’or d'oeuvres was set back against the wall, beneath framed and signed photographs.

Bruce Wayne was doing three things at once, during the last quarter of the game. He was giving just enough attention to the score that he could react appropriately during plays. He was keeping up a buddy-buddy conversation with two executives that were considering merger deals that let Wayne Enterprises essentially buy out company control in return for shared accounts and research funding.

And finally, he was occasionally twisting around on the couch to glance at Jason Todd. The tiny thirteen year old could still pass for eight or nine despite the fact that he’d single-handedly cleared about a third of the catered snacks himself. The boy had been visibly excited at the prospect of the luxury box when Bruce had mentioned it, but the thrill had clearly faded when it became clear that Bruce was busy, in a way, and that there wasn’t much to do other than watch a football game.

Jason wasn’t, for all his protests, really that interested in sports.

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xxsincerely-insanityxx  asked:

What is your favorite fetus Ziam moment and most recent Ziam moment?

Every ziam will say it’s so hard to choose fave ziam moments bc there’s so many good ones! (all of them) 😩😂 but thank you for the ask!!

This is definitely one of the earliest and cutest ziam moments that I love. THE PURE HAPPINESS! Zayn just smooshing his face into liam’s and liam wasn’t even accustomed to all the touchy feely gestures the boys would give him yet but he doesn’t pull away or anything and he smiles aw

After that one it would have to be germany!ziam in 2012 wow what a blessing that was for us and for them

p.s this chin caressing thing of theirs pains me in the best way, always

they had a whole couch and they chose to sit practically in each other’s laps and I’m still crying to this day about it, look at the fucking thirst on zayn jfc get him some water please im concerned

can’t forget the bed interview that germany brought us as well

and for my fave most recent ziam moment?

let’s be real I’ll take anything ziam give me now a days a.k.a social media interactions (limited) and cartier jewellery and matching outfits but also this gem

of course I love zayn. he’s great (why would you ask me such a dumb question?)

😄❤️

best friends

This one’s for the anon who prompted me with Stiles and Derek as five year olds. All together now: awwww! 

It’s been a long time since John Stilinski woke up to the sight of Stiles streaking naked around the living room. Although, if he’s honest with himself, it hasn’t been that long. It’s Stiles, after all. But it’s been a long time since Stiles was running around naked and he only came up to John’s waist.

“Stiles?” John asks, jaw dropping. His eighteen-year-old son doesn’t look a day over five.

“Daddy!” Stiles dives into his lap, bare knees squeaking against the worn leather of the chair.

He’s so damn little.

John runs his hands down his cold back, and stares helplessly over his shoulder at Scott, who suddenly appears in the doorway.

“Um,” Scott says. “So there were these witches…”

***

It’s really dark. Derek isn’t scared of the dark, because he’s an alpha and he’s not scared of anything. He has claws and red eyes, and he’s the scariest thing in the dark! He’s much scarier than the bogeyman. He prowls back and forth on the cold floor for a little while, making practice growls and pretending to fight bad guys, but then he finishes doing that and it’s still dark, and now he’s hungry too, and there’s nothing in his refrigerator except some eggs and some powder stuff in a tin that tastes really gross.

Derek’s tummy growls, and he stands on his tiptoes to see if there’s anything in the cabinets. Then, because he’s still not tall enough, he gets a stool and clambers up on that instead. There’s some stuff in the cabinets, but Derek’s not super great at reading yet, and he doesn’t recognize any of these labels. None of them are peanut butter, that’s for sure. Maybe alphas don’t eat peanut butter. Maybe grownups don’t. Derek isn’t really sure of the rules.

He wishes his mom was here.

Derek’s tummy hurts and it’s not just because he’s hungry. It’s because he knows that this is supposed to be where he lives except nothing here feels right. He wants Mom and Dad. He wants Laura. He wants to be sitting at the kitchen table, swinging his legs and watching eagerly while dinner gets made. This cold dark open space isn’t his home.

Where’s Mom?

He knows he should remember, but it’s really, really hard.

It’s like the longer he stands here in the dark, the harder it gets.

The smaller he feels.

“Mom?” he whispers in the dark. “Momma?”

Nobody answers him.

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[[ I liiiiiive! And I’ve returned to you with some writing! *distant cheering* I’m starting to work through my prompts, so if you’ve sent one in, never fear they have no been forgotten! For this prompt, @eclipseoftheheartandsoul​ asked for Deaged! Tony, Bucky and Steve, with Darcy calling baby Tony a stud. I hope you enjoy it, dear! ]]



The elevator lets out an obnoxious ‘ding’ as it arrives, the sound loud enough to draw the attention of everyone in the room. The doors slide open to Darcy’s grinning face,
“Okay, so it’s ass o’clock in the morning and there’s more blood than caffeine in my system. What’s the emergenc- whoa!” Darcy cuts herself off mid tirade and blinks as Natasha bears down on her. The usually immaculate assassin is now anything but; her hair in a riotous mass of curls around a pale face bare of makeup. There’s what looks suspiciously like a jam kiss riding high on her left cheekbone, and a matching chocolate one on the opposite cheek. Natasha’s clothes aren’t faring much better, covered in glitter and scraps of felt.
“Okay, why does it look like a day care centre threw up on you?” Darcy wonders aloud, in the tone of someone who very much does not want the answer to that question. Natasha’s eye twitches worryingly, and Darcy spends a moment silently reciting her will, and then gets distracted by the thought of Thor carrying her coffin, alone and shirtless. The image is both morbid and hot, very hot. Muscles

When Darcy returns to reality, Natasha is still staring at her, patiently, like she knows Darcy just briefly left the planet.
“Children.” She enunciates carefully, when she realises Darcy is paying attention. Darcy blinks, and slides her gaze over the other woman’s shoulder to the disaster zone beyond. Bruce is sprawled across the couch, covered in glitter and snoring. Clint is dozing on the back of the couch, his hair spiked with an alarming green substance Darcy doesn’t dare identify. Even Thor looks exhausted, slumped on the floor and hugging Mjolnir like a particularly hard, hammer shaped safety blanket. Actually, now that she’s looking, the ends of his hair look a little singed.
Children did this?” Darcy finally gets out, and is treated to a repeat of Natasha’s eye twitch. “It looks like you were attacked by a horde of angry scrap bookers!” Darcy’s voice climbs in volume, and Natasha’s eyes go wide. She gets halfway through shushing the other woman when a soft ‘thump’ comes from another room, and Natasha goes still.
“Oh, no.” She whispers, as Clint snorts awake on the couch and Darcy looks on in bemusement.“The young sirs are awake.” JARVIS says, in the same tones one might say ‘the bomb is about to go off’, or ‘the zombies are at the door and you just used your last bullet’. Darcy belatedly wonders if she should have brought her taser, at least for comfort since she can’t see herself tasering small children, no matter how demonic. And then the sources of terror enter the room, and Darcy forgets about the state of the other Avengers entirely.Bucky enters first, and is easily recognised for his tiny metal arm. He’s wearing Iron Man pajama pants and a Hulk shirt, looking tousled and sleepy-eyed as he wanders in. Steve is behind him, tiny and fey looking with his white blonde hair and impossibly blue eyes. He’s clutching a teddy in one hand and Bucky’s flesh hand with the other. Tony is the last, and his appearance takes the longest for Darcy to compute.

He’s wearing a suit. He’s a tiny, dapper, immaculate little gentleman and Darcy just wants to smoosh his fabulous little face.
“Oh, my god look at them. Look at them.” Darcy whisper shrieks, and the kids blink at her with  varying levels of suspicion. After a moment, Tony walks past the other two, crosses the room and holds his hand out to her.
“Hello, ma’am. My name is Tony.” He says crisply, and while it’s adorable it’s also a little sad to see such perfect manners in someone so obviously young. Darcy grins and reaches down to shake his hand.
“Hi, Tony! I’m Darcy.” She replies, like this is totally normal, and is treated to a shy smile.
“You’re very pretty, Miss Darcy.” Tony whispers, like it’s a secret, and his little face goes all pink. Darcy almost swoons. Bucky barrels up next to Tony, Steve on the other side until Tony is smooshed between them.
“M’Bucky, an’ this is Steve.” Bucky declares, glaring pointedly at Darcy’s hand where it still cradles Tony’s until she lets go. Bucky immediately links his arm through Tony’s and Steve does the other, mutinous blue eyes staring up at her until Darcy feels wildly uncomfortable.
“Nice to meet you, boys.” She gets out weakly, and then can only watch as Tony is resolutely tugged away to a small table in the corner covered in art supplies. Evidently, the table is where everything started. Natasha stares mournfully after them, no doubt expecting another explosion of mess.
“I told you,” She says softly, and Darcy nods dazedly. After a moment of watching the three boys carefully orbiting each other’s space, she grins brightly.
“Dude, baby Tony is a stud!”

Guess who finished this last night and forgot to post it because they fell asleep……………… Nonsexual intimacy is my fuckign JAM. :9



The best part of missions was always the end of them – and coming home afterward.

Even if home was usually just the dormitory at the Watchpoint – still nicer than anything you’d had in college, you would admit – it had a clean bed, and even more blessedly, en suite bathrooms. Not spacious or grand by any means, but there was a shower and privacy and hot water in good supply.

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idk if ur still takin prompts but i need to send this bc ur writing is beautiful???? and also if u could do yoonseok with 3 (or 16) i would weep tbh

3. things you said too quietly

omg i hope u dnt weep also thank u sm im glad u like it help i forgot how much i love drabbles to break up my concentration when im workin on longer fics

Hoseok can tell Yoongi is in a bad mood. When he gets like this, his outward grumpiness disappears and he becomes quiet, withdrawn, like he doesn’t want anyone to notice his mood. He goes straight to his room when they get back from the studio, and the others barely notice, piling onto each other on the couch and putting on a movie.

“Are you going into the kitchen?” Taehyung asks Hoseok. “Can you get popcorn?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes. “Get it yourself, lazy,” he says, but he chucks a bag of popcorn in the direction of the lounge room when he opens the pantry anyway. There’s a bag of ginger crackers that he’s hidden behind the health cereal that none of them eat. And he saves them for moments like this, when he needs to cheer someone up. Because that’s Hoseok’s job.

He tucks the bag of crackers under his arm and makes his way down the hallway, stopping at his own room to grab his biggest, comfiest jumper before continuing on to Yoongi’s room. “Hyung?” he asks, peeking his head around the corner. Yoongi is curled up on his bed on top of the covers, facing the wall. He swivels his head back and when he see’s it’s Hoseok in the doorway, he rolls over entirely to face him.

“I told you, you don’t need to call me that,” he mutters.

Hoseok smiles. He knows Yoongi well enough to know that the grumbly words mean more than what they actually say — the way he says them, the gesture —it makes Hoseok feel all warm and floaty on the inside. “I come bearing gifts!” Hoseok says brightly, padding across the room and pulling Yoongi up into a sitting position so that he can dress him in his jumper.

Yoongi goes totally pliant, limbs floppy, but accepting of Hoseok’s actions all the same. The jumper is big on Hoseok, so Yoongi is completely drowning in it, but he tugs it around his frame when it’s on and looks a little happier. “Snacks?” he asks hopefully and Hoseok grins, brandishing the bag of ginger crackers.

He pulls back the covers on Yoongi’s bed, pushing him until he slides under them, before climbing in after him. Yoongi raises an eyebrow at him, reaching for he crackers and Hoseok laughs. “This is all we need to keep Min Yoongi happy, right? A warm jumper and some sweet food.”

Yoongi mumbles something that Hoseok doesn’t hear, which is normal. He’s always muttering under his breath. But the way his cheeks flame after he speaks make Hoseok curious. “What was that?” he asks, voice quiet, waiting for Yoongi to finish crunching on the cracker he just shoved into his mouth.

“And you,” he finally says. He doesn’t look at Hoseok, but if he did, he’d see shock written all over his face, jaw hanging slack. He clears his throat and continues on. “You keep me happy, too.”

The smile that lights up Hoseok’s face is blinding, and he smooshes his face into Yoongi’s cheek, dotting kisses all over the side of his face, his jawbone, on his nose. “You’re so cute!” he laughs into the curve of Yoongi’s jaw.

Yoongi scoffs. “I take it back,” but he’s laughing. “I don’t need you to be happy. In fact, your presence is reversely correlated to my happiness.”

Hoseok pouts, but his eyes are bright. “You hate me!” he wails and Yoongi laughs, low mood basically forgotten.

Yoongi shoves a handful of ginger crackers in his face. “I love you and your stupid jumper and your dumb snacks,” he says. He speaks loud enough that he doesn’t have to repeat himself this time. It feels like a victory to Hoseok.

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