so i felt like drawing something cheeky as it were and this ask was just sitting there


Request: okay so I saw how your requests are open and yay! and could I request a Bucky x reader? like something about how he loves flirting with her and getting her flustered because she’s kinda shy, and she thinks it’s nothing but he really likes her? sorry if it’s too specific.- anon

Bucky Barnes X shy!Reader

Word Count: 1312

Warnings: None? 

A/N: Hi! I hope this is okay. I’m a terrible flirt, so I did my best with this!! I hope that you like it, and that it’s nice a fluffy after my last one-shot. Feedback would be awesome! :) xo 

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for @portentous-offerings who is my sick buddy today. Feel better my friend ^_^ 

“She’s never going to love me.”

It was so quiet she almost missed it.

“What did you say Kitty?” she asked, her face still pressed into his back from where they were cuddling in her bed.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said, rolling over and giving her a cheeky smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Are… are you talking about Ladybug?” she asked softly, feeling the knot of guilt that had steadily been building over the last few months of this strange friendship they had fallen into.

He didn’t bring up her alter ego very often. The subject of romance in general always seeming to carry some sort of bizarre taboo whenever he stopped by for his increasingly frequent visits. Not that Marinette had minded. She had Alya to cry to about her lack-luster love life after all, and given how unwaveringly supportive he was about all of her other problems, it seemed silly to hold it against him that he was uncomfortable talking to a girl about crushes and the like.

His eyes flashed guiltily and he rolled back over, staring out into the darkness of the room.

“Really it’s nothing,” he said again, but he couldn’t quite mask the defeated tone that colored his words.

It was a sound she was all too used to. The same defeated cadence that had echoed from her own lips after her disastrous attempt at confessing to Adrien 5 months and 27 days earlier that no amount of Rom-coms or Alya suggested poster-burning had been able to cure.

“Chat, it isn’t nothing,” she said, sitting up and gently trying to pull him back around. He didn’t budge, still keeping his gaze obstinately fixed at something that she couldn’t see. “If it matters to you… it isn’t nothing. Not to me.”

“It’s not appropriate,” he said softly, “and it’s not fair to you.”

“Shouldn’t I get to be the judge of that?”

“It would be selfish-“

“So be selfish!” she said with a slightly forced laugh. “Trust me, you have a long way to go before you catch up to my level of selfish so I am hardly one to judge.” She teased her fingers through his hair, letting her nails scratch delicately against his scalp and felt him relax in spite of himself.

“Yeah right,” he scoffed lightly, “your strange phone kleptomania aside, you’re a pretty stand-up person.”

“Hey, I will have you know I have been working very hard to reform my phone-napping ways,” she teased, hoping to draw out a real smile from him.

“You stole Alya’s phone just last week!”

“That was a special circumstance. I told you so,” she pouted. “Besides, Adrien doesn’t deserve to be taunted like that no matter what Alya might say about it,” she added softly.  

She felt Chat stiffen slightly, his cat ear twitching at her words, and she was once again suspicious that he knew all about her romantic trouble regardless of their lack of conversation on the subject. She flushed at the thought.

“You are one of the most selfless people I know,” he said, reaching up to grasp her hand in his own and give it a brief reassuring squeeze.

The guilt Marinette was feeling was almost overpowering as the thought of the secrets she was keeping from him weighed on her like a stone. He had never questioned how they had fallen into such an easy friendship, and she had become too attached to having him as a part of her life- her normal everyday life- to be willing to admit the one-sidedness of it all. Here she was getting mopey over someone she had sworn she was done chasing after in front of a guy whose heart she routinely seemed to trample into the dust. Talk about selfish.  

“Please just tell me,” she whispered, her fingers resuming their seductive strokes that she knew full well would reduce him to a compliant puddle in her lap.

He was silent for a few more moments before finally letting out a small defeated sigh.

“I was just thinking about everything and I guess I just…” he hesitated. “She’ll never love me. I know that. I think on some level I always suspected as much.”

His voice wasn’t bitter or angry, and that calm resignation shattered her own heart into a million pieces more than the actual words he was saying.

“I think,” he continued, “I think I will be ok with it. She loves someone else. She doesn’t really say much about it, maybe to preserve our identities or maybe because she doesn’t want to hurt my feelings, but every once in a while she lets something slip and it’s not that hard to put the pieces together. I always thought it was so cheesy in the movies when people would say things like I just want her to be happy, but I think I get it now. She’s incredible and I am always going to love her, but she doesn’t need me to make her happy.”

Marinette could feel the tears pooling behind her eyes as the words poured out of him in his soft, even tone. Her fingers were frozen, buried in his lush golden hair, her breaths turning shallow and frantic as the words reverberated through her like an electric current.

She stared down at the boy beside her. Her precious, irreplaceable kitten, who loved her so fiercely and believed in her so much. Who was willing to call her out for her faults and yet somehow still believed her capable of rising above them.

“She’s smart,” Chat continued, his voice seeming to echo in the near silence of the night, “and I know that whoever she does choose is going to be someone who can make her happy. Somebody good and funny and able to keep up with her when she is at her best and keep her grounded when she’s at her worst. So I think I can be ok with that.”

She tried to imagine what her future would be with some potential lover. Her heart lurched slightly at the thought of Adrien, her own love that was apparently not to be. She brushed that thought aside and instead tried to picture a world where she was curled up beside some new face, running her fingers through hair that wasn’t blonde.

She had to choke back a sob.

The slight twinge of pain she had felt at the momentary reminder that she and Adrien would never be more than friends was nothing to the soul rendering terror she felt at the sudden realization that finding a new love would inevitably mean losing Chat.

They would still be friends. Of course, it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be like this. He would never impose like that. Not her Chat. Her partner who was good, and funny, and who had seen her at her best and her worst, who knew her better than anyone, and who still had never made her feel anything less than precious. Her dearest friend who just the momentary thought of a life without him made her feel like she was dying.

Chat let out a small self-deprecating laugh and Marinette wondered how she had ever been so blind.

“So yeah,” he said finally twisting back around to look up at her, “I think I’ll be ok. Even if she doesn’t love me.”

She gazed down at him, his brilliant green eyes glowing in the near darkness of the night, a tired smile on his face that she longed to see transformed into his usual infectious grin, as the truth hit her like a bolt of lightning.

“I do,” she said breathlessly, before leaning down to capture his lips in a long overdue kiss.

I could never forgive myself // Montgomery de la Cruz

Warnings: mention of rape

A/N: I never wanted to romanticize rape. That´s one of the worst things that can happen to a person, but I got carried away with this one. And I´m really bad with titles. So sorry.

You sat on your bed, rereading your favorite book, enjoying your alone time. Reading was always a valve for you, a way to escape the reality. A knock on your window tear you from your thoughts. When you looked up you saw someone sitting in front of your window, waiting patiently to be let in. You stand up from your bed and when you opened it you were greeted by Montgomery, your boyfriend of six months. “Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you wanted to hang out with the others at Bryce´s?” You asked smiling, letting him in. Monty embraced you in a tight hug the moment he stepped inside, burying his head in your neck. “What happened?” you asked, normally your boyfriend was carefree around you. Whenever he steps through your window or door he would make a cheeky remark, but he was never like this and it concerned you. You could feel his breath against your neck, tickling your skin. Your hands rubbed up and down his back and you could feel him relax under your touch. “I will never leave you alone around Bryce again.” He mumbled and hugging you even tighter. “What do you mean, Monty?” you asked confused. He breaks the hug and walked toward your bed, sitting down and rubbed his hands over his face. “Monty. What do you mean?” You were standing in front of him, your hands resting on his shoulders playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “We were chilling at Bryce´s; I was playing videos games, while Jess, Bryce and Zach played carts, until Justin walked in. He wanted Jess to come with him, but she refused and I think she wanted to provoke Justin so she sat down on Bryce´s lap. Justin snapped and dragged her outside. We followed; you know to not miss the drama. She asked him why he wanted her to leave and asked why he even care. And then Justin said that Bryce raped her.” Monty paused and your hand practically flew to your mouth gasping and you felt tears starting to well up at the corner of your eyes. “He said that Bryce fucking raped Jessica. I don’t know if it´s true or not, but the idea he do or did the same to you made me so sick. I could never forgive myself if something like this happened to you. So that’s why I´m here, to make sure you are ok and to ask you something.” He finally looked up and you saw the worry written over his face. You couldn´t get a word out, the feeling that you need to vomit burning at the end of your throat. Monty stands up, taking your hands into his. “Did he ever do anything to you? I mean, did he ever touch you?” He looked you deep in the eyes, probably to know if you were lying. You shook your head no, stepping away from him and leaned against your desk. “Are you sure?” He asked sounding concerned, this time you nodded. “Thanks god.” He exhaled, walking to you and pulled you into a hug. Your forehead leaned against his collarbone, while your hands played with the hem of his shirt. “You okay?” He whispered after a while, pulling away a bit to look at you. “Mon, you just told me that Bryce raped someone, one of my friends. I mean… I don’t think… You know… What I want to say is that I don’t know what to say.” You mumbled looked at your hands, still playing with his shirt. He just nodded and pulled you back into the hug, his grip on you tight. Your arms sneak around his torso and you seek comfort in his touch. You never liked Bryce, he was so full of himself and he always made you feel uncomfortable, but he was Monty´s “friend”, if you can call him so. You never understood why Monty was friends with him in the first place. Behind his façade he was a really sweet and loving boy, but guys like Bryce always turned him back into the asshole. “Do you want me to go?” Monty suddenly asked and tears you from your thoughts. “No, don’t leave me alone.” You whispered hugging him tighter. “Do you want to watch a movie?” he asked again and you just shrugged your shoulders.

You lay in your bed; your cheek was pressed against Monty´s chest, listening to his heartbeat. He was watching the movie while drawing indefinable patters on your back. You lift your head lightly to look at your boyfriend. When you first saw him you were instantly attracted to him, maybe it were the freckles or that smirk that made you crush on him. Maybe it was the way he walked like nothing could shake him or that one time when you collide with him. He instantly grabbed your arms to make sure you wouldn’t fall and helped you pick up your stuff, shooting you an apologizing smile.
You first noticed that you have fallen for him when you were at a party playing spin the bottle. It was his turn and the bottle landed on you, you still know how nervous you were and you still remember that little smile on his face, almost as if he was shy. When he kissed you, you didn’t want it to end and at that moment you knew that you had fallen for Montgomery de la Cruz.
“Baby, stop to stare, it´s distracting.” He mumbled, smirking down at you. You hadn´t even noticed that he turned his head to look at you and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. You whispered a short ´sorry` and laid your head back on his chest. Monty pressed a kiss to your forehead, before turning back to the TV.
You moved yourself so you sat on his lap. He looked at you surprised but smiled when you pressed a kiss on his lips. “What was that for?” He asked smiling, after breaking away. “Because you care about me.” You whispered, shooting him a short smile. Monty moved himself so his upper body leaned against your headboard. “Of course I care about you, baby.” He pulled you into another sweet kiss. You always loved moments like this with him, when they were just innocent and sweet. He breaks the kiss and you buried your head in his neck, snuggling closer.
“I love you.” He mumbled and you shot up again, looking at him surprised. Neither of you had said these words before, you knew that you love him and thought you would be the first one to say it, once you got the courage to tell him. “When Justin told Jessica that Bryce raped her and I began to imagine him doing the same to you, my heart began to ache and I felt so sick like I needed to throw up and that’s when I realize, it´s because I love you.” He explained smiling shyly at you. “I think I already knew that I love you, but didn’t want to admit it. I never loved anyone like I love you and I didn´t want to mess up. I´m not exactly the easiest person and I can be glad that you put up with my bullshit. I just didn’t want to scare you away. I mean you probably don-“you silenced him by pulling him into a deep kiss. He pulled you as close as possible, returning the kiss. When you break away from him you smiled at his flushed face. “I love you too.” You mumbled placing another kiss on his lips, this time a small and sweet one. “Thanks god, it would be really embarrassing if you didn’t feel the same.” He said letting out a relieved laugh. “I need to mark this day in my calendar.” You whispered, kissing him one more time before getting up. You walked to the calendar that hangs on the wall next to your desk. “Why? Because I told you, that I love you?” He asked, clearly amused by your behavior. “No because that’s the first time I made you blush.” You countered and laughed to yourself, when you heard him groan. “I take it back, I don’t love you.” You laughed even harder and made your way back towards him, after marking the day in your calendar. “No, you love me. Come on, say it again.” You said smirking, while he pulled you on his lap. “No, you don’t deserve it.” He pouted crossing his arms over his chest. You smiled at his childish behavior and leaned into another kiss. “Fine. I love you. I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I love you, baby. I love you, sweetheart. I love you, honey. I just love you.” He flipped you over, placing himself between your legs and began to kiss your neck. For the rest of the night he repeated these three words like his life depends on and for that night everything was perfect.

World’s Best Dad (Part 4)

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Summary: Dean’s doing his best to take it easy at home while the reader runs into a few unexpected issues while helping out…

World’s Best Dad Masterlist

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 5,200ish

Warnings: language, implied future smut

A/N: I want a fluffy Dean like this if anyone’s got one lying around I can borrow…

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Kisses Aren’t Free, Are They? [Peter Maximoff Drabbles].

Originally posted by quicksilver-gifs

Title: Kisses Aren’t Free, Are They? 
Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader.
Words: 1793. ( 5 drabbles )
Rating: T(Some sexual content)

French Kiss.

“I’m telling you the truth,” You laughed quietly, gazing at your silver haired boyfriend with adoration running wild in your eyes. Holding your hands out to express with them, you didn’t get the chance for Peter was fast to grasp them, tangling his fingers between yours. The way he was moving was indolent compared to how quickly he would go more often than not,  “I’m not ticklish.” Emphasizing your words by raising your shoulders, Peter gave you a look of skepticism. Pouting his lips out, as if to say, ‘liar’, he squeezed his hands against yours and the sudden, sharp sound of his chuckle caught your attention.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just, you’re so full of shit,” Peter cackled, throwing his head back and slowly letting his hand leave yours. The warmth of his fingertips was surely missed as you rested yours back into your lap as Peter readjusted himself in front of you, “Everyone is at least a little bit ticklish. Didn’t you know that it’s a defense mechanism?”

He inched his way towards your face, leaning forward on his knees, forehead pushing against yours. His breath was even on your face, and you could smell the sweetness of the last thing he had eat; a twinkie. “So,” Peter puffed, “I have reason to believe that you’re lying to me, why?” His voice came out childish, and whether it was intentional, or not, you weren’t sure. It matched his expression though, for it was as if mutant sitting in front of you was looking at the best sort of treat in the world.

“Maybe ‘cause I have a boyfriend who would use it against me?” you offered up in a small voice, afraid of what he was going to do now that you had admitted that. His expression changed, but only slightly. Peter’s dark eyes narrowed playfully, and before you could even take a breath of air into your lungs, he was pushing you onto your back. Conforming to his mattress, and the pillow that was docked under your hips, you caught a glimpse of his face and prepared for what you knew was coming. Snuggling himself between your legs, he kept his eyes on you.

“Why would I use it against you?” Peter pressed a kiss to your lips, holding himself up on his forearms so he wasn’t crushing you. “I’m not saying you’re wrong, but why would I? Maybe…” He gasped suddenly, “I should because you lied about it.”

“You know I can’t stop you,” Biting down on your bottom lip, Peter sat up on his knees and ran his hands down your sides, scooting up your shirt without a word, or faltering. With heated cheeks, your felt his fingertips barely graze against the skin of your stomach. Not enough to cause you to laugh, but enough to let you know that he was teasing you. “Peterrrrr.” You drawled.

“I’m going to take my time with this knowledge.” He informed you, craning his down and kissing your mouth, “It’s good knowledge.” Dragging his mouth down, he kissed your jawline gently. “So good…” With a rough grip, Peter grasped at your sides and inched his lips back to yours where he was eager to commit. With an open mouth, he set his tongue against your perky mouth, waiting for you to open for him. There was the chance to tease, but that was something you weren’t willing to do, and within moments, your tongue was diving against his. It was meager contact, not too much, but still enough to make you crave more as Peter pulled away a few seconds later, flicking some of his silver hair out of his eyes.

“Mind telling me where you’re ticklish?” He inquired, peppering kisses against your jawline, down your neck, “Or, do I have to find out?”

“Shove it, Maximoff.”

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My Sweetheart

REQUEST: ohh my god i fell in love with your last imagine where harry proposes! i just wanted to ask if you could write a very fluffy imagine with cuddles on couch while watching movies or idk, just soo much fluff?? i love youu

REQUEST: Hi! I am just a fan of your fics, I have read every single one of them and I am craving for more. Can you pretty please write a fluffy fluffmaster with a cuddly Harry? Thanks, and love youuu!

Combined these two. Inspiration struck tonight. Hope you enjoy. :) xo

When you opened your eyes that morning, you were shocked to find that Harry was still in bed with you.

For the past week or so he’d been so busy that he had to wake up at the most ungodly hour of the morning. Every time his alarm would go off way too early, and each time he would shut it off with a groan only to roll over and slip his arms around your body, hugging you to his chest and tangling his legs with yours so he could cling to you like a koala. You grumbled and groaned and pretended to be more asleep than you were, but you secretly enjoyed that the first thing he did was to reach for you. Eventually he would get up and get his day started, always leaving a kiss on your lips before slipping out the front door.

You and Harry had been dating for several months now; it had gotten to the point where you spent most nights (and days) at his place. You had your own drawer and everything. The both of you had gotten used to life together, and you missed him dearly when he was away, so the past week had been hard on the both of you. But you knew that he was doing something that was important to him, and you could never ask him to give that up in any capacity.

That morning when you woke up it was 10:00 a.m., and he was still there. It immediately brought a feeling of warmth to your heart, and you couldn’t help but get your hopes up and look forward to having him for the entire day. It felt like it had been so long since you’d truly spent time together, other than small chit chat and a kiss here and there. You missed him. 

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Nyx-Chapter 11

Summary: Nyx was an ancient deity usually envisaged as the very substance of the night–a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aither, the shining blue of the heavens. Her opposite number was Hemera (Day) who scattered the mists of night at dawn. she was doomed to walk the earth in search of her consort Erebus.

Warnings: My usual. Angst, Violence, And Smut

Pairings: Bucky X Reader, Avengers x Reader

You were cursing Tony’s need for extravagant parties as you stood in front of the full-length mirror. You had been ripped rather unceremoniously from the warm cocoon you and Thor had created. While basking in the glow of spectacular sex and the potion Thor had forced you to drink, F.R.I.D.A.Y had informed you Tony had arranged an engagement party for yourself and Thor, and Natasha was waiting to doll you up.

You hated him.

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Family Weekend - WillNE

Originally posted by ohsidemen

Pairing: Will Lenney (WillNE) & Y/N 
Words: 2.6k+
Warning(s): none
Summary/Request: Can you do a Will imagine where your visiting home with your boyfriend Will and your sister has a 3-year-old girl and she loves him straight away and he keeps making her laugh and smile and all and ahhh just some fluffy cute shit also please include his jumpers there’s my favourite BUT SOMETHING FLUFFY AND KISSES PLEASEEE I LOVE YOU
A/N: i stg if Will reads this I will delete my life. Anyway, hope you like it!

You were visiting home for the weekend with Will. This was nothing new for the two of you, you had been dating for around 5 years and known each other for forever before that.

You opened the front door to your family home, calling for your parents saying that you had arrived.
After your call, you heard a stumbling and a pitter patter of feet running down the hallway towards you. You crouched down, opening your arms for your incoming 3-year-old niece, Amelia, that was bolting down towards the front door where you stood. She ran into your arms, quickly wrapping her arms around your neck. She giggled as you picked her up, spinning her around.

As quick as she said hi to you she was already asking where Will was. Ever since they first met they were the best of friends, always playing with each other and making each other laugh.
Just as you were about to answer her you heard his voice come from outside the door as he walked through it with your bags for the weekend.

“Of course, I’m here. I wouldn’t pass up the chance to see you, you cheeky monkey,” he says, setting the bags down and opening his arms.
Amelia giggles at the nickname, and ran into his arms when you set her down. He picks her up and tickles her sides a bit to release all the giggles that she had. She rested her head on his shoulder as he moved to hold her with one arm.

“I missed you guys,” she said sweetly, moving to cuddle into Will’s warm frame.

Your sister comes down the hall and takes a few of your bags as Will is still holding Lia. 
You move to the kitchen where your parents are sitting with mugs of tea in front of them. You catch them up on a few things that have happened since you last saw them, them doing the same.
There was a small lull in the conversation so you looked over to where Will was and saw him contently sitting on the floor, children’s makeup smeared over his face and a pink tiara sitting on top of his fluffy hair.
You sister sees where you’re looking and smiles at the sight. 

“He’s really good with her. I’m glad you’re with him,” she says, a broad smile on her face.
 You hear him tell her a stupid joke and poke her in the side to see her cutely giggle.

You were on the sofa watching a movie, a cosy blanket thrown over you. Initially it had been just you and Will on the sofa but Lia had quickly joined you, cuddling up in between the two of you.

Half way through the movie you look down to see her eyes slowly closing and then opening quickly again, trying to keep herself awake. You looked over at your sister, getting her attention and nodding down to the sleeping toddler.

She stood up from where she was sitting, reaching down to lift her up, Lia’s eyes opening slowly at the movement.

“Time to go to bed missy.” At this a small whine left her mouth.

“Want uncle Will to put me to bed,” she said, reaching her arms out towards him, and making grabby hands at him. Your sister gave him a look that told him he didn’t need to do it if he didn’t want to, but he stood up, lifting her out of your sister’s arms and made their way up to her room, the two talking and giggling the whole way.

When he begins to walk out of sight you feel your parents staring at you, cheesy grins stretched across their face at what had just happened.

“Stop it,” you say, hiding your face slightly with the blanket that was still wrapped around you.

After a while you go up to see what’s taking him so long. You get to the cracked open door and stand in it and hear him reading Lia one of her books, accents and funny voices in full effect, tired giggles from Lia quickly following.
“Right, it’s time for you to go to sleep now,” you hear him say.
Peeking your head into the room ever so slightly you see him tuck her in as she begins to tiredly babble a little bit.
“Do you love aunty y/n?” she asks. 
He smiles down at her.
“I love her a lot. Now it’s time for you to go to sleep I’ll see you in the morning.” He leans down and presses a quick kiss to her forehead, making his way out of the room.
As he kissed her on the head you made your way to the landing area, leaning against the banister. He shuts her door and turns to see you standing there, a small smirk on your face.
He walks over to you, a blush rising on his cheeks, a bashful look on his face. He wraps his long arms around your waist, hiding his head in your neck.
He runs his hands up and down your sides lightly, “How much of that did you hear?”
You laugh, reaching your hands up to run through his messy hair.
“I heard enough,” you answered, placing a small kiss on his shoulder.

He pulls back, both hands on your waist still, moving your top up so he could run his thumb over your skin as he leans forward, pressing light and frequent kisses to your lips.
One of his hands leaves your hip, making its way up to your cheek, cupping your jaw with his large hand as he makes the kiss longer, your lips getting heavier, beginning to part when you heard someone clearing their throat.
You pull away rapidly, looking to the source of the noise.
You see your mum standing there, arms crossed but a smirk on her face.
“I hope Amelia didn’t see any of that.” she said, walking around you to her room, “Oh and no funny business tonight!” she called, closing her door.
Will let out a relieved breath, a shaky laugh following it.
“I thought she was gonna kill us,” he said jokingly, grabbing your hand, and making your way to your room.
“She’s caught us doing a lot worse than that,” you say, going to get your pyjamas from your bag.
You felt something light hit you on the back, looking down you saw it was a pillow. 
You looked up at will who gave you a look, “Don’t remind me of that time, your dad almost chopped me in half,” he said, a chill running down his spine at the memory.
You laughed as you both got changed into your pjs, making your way under the cosy duvet, slowly gravitating towards each other.

You lay your head on his chest, his arm coming around to rest on your back, making its way slowly up and down your back.
“Lia loves you,” you say absentmindedly, breaking the small silence that had come over you.
You felt him smile above you, “She’s very cute, I like making her laugh,” he says, his hand moving your top up so he could draw little patterns on your skin. “She reminds me of you,” he continued, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 
You could feel yourself falling asleep with his calming movements on your back when he said softly, “I can’t wait until we have one of them." 

You woke up to Lia poking your side. Your parents and sister had to go out for the day, leaving you and Will to look after her.
You got out of bed, leading her down the stairs to allow Will to sleep for a bit longer.
You look her into the kitchen, lifting her up onto the counter. 
"Do you want to make some pancakes for breakfast?” you asked, delighted when you saw her little face light up. 
She clapped her hands as you went to get all the ingredients and equipment that you would need for making them.
You had music playing, soft giggles leaving Lia’s mouth as you danced ridiculously around the room with her, pretending to do the tango and then some very bad break dancing.

When breakfast was done both you and Lia crept up the stairs to go wake Will up. He was laying on his front, his face snuggled into the pillow, fair as messy as ever.
You lifted Lia up into the bed, allowing her to jump up and down as much as she liked on the bed as long as it woke Will up.
You laughed as you could see him wake up from the sudden movements and the angelic laughter. He moves quickly and suddenly, grabbing a bouncing Lia and tickling her sides relentlessly.
She let out laughs and giggles until she was out of breath begging for him to stop.
Eventually he does and you all make your way down to breakfast.

After breakfast was done you asked Lia what she wanted to do. In of course a 3 year olds style, bake a cake was the first thing out of her mouth.
But a pleading look from Will as well as puppy dog eyes from Lia meant that you had to give in.
You weren’t going to make it from scratch, thinking it would be too messy if you didn’t just start with a ready mix.
You got out all the ingredients and chocolate buttons to decorate it with, leaning down to get the mixer you head a small giggle and a swift ‘shhh’.
You turned your head and saw both Lia and Will looking overly innocent.
“What’s going on over there?” you ask, a smile on your face.
You see Will shrug, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You laughed and went back to getting things out of the drawer. You heard the same thing again. You whipped your head around and saw a slightly guilty looking Will and Lia with a giant grin on her face.
You turned around to them properly, “What are you two doing?”
Lia laughed, walking over to you, and held her hand out.
“Here aunty y/n, you can have some too.” you take the chocolate button from her hand, looking over at Will and gave him a joking dirty look. You picked her up as Will crossed his arms and started talking.
“Oh, so you’re ratting me out, now are you? After everything I did for you.” he said, shaking his head and letting out a laugh at the end.
She lets out a laugh and you move her over to stand on a chair so she can reach the counter top.
You stand behind her to make sure she won’t fall off or hurt herself.
Will comes over behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, placing slow and silent kisses on your neck as you watch her mix what’s in the bowl.
As you feel his hands wandering a bit too much you shake him off with a laugh, moving to help Lia before she over mixed the cake batter.

After the cake was baked and was cooling you all made your way up to get washed and changed, you were all covered in some type of chocolate while you were baking.
You were now going to the park with Lia.
It was a lot of laughs and pushing her on the swing, Will making a fool of himself just to get a laugh from her or you. You couldn’t stop laughing when she insisted he go down the baby slide with her, however Will’s long stature made it very difficult for him to not get stuck.

On your way home, it started to get cold, and even though Lia was bundled up in her warmest coat she was snuggling into Wills neck and clinging onto him for warmth the entire walk home.
He sets her down on the ground for a minute, taking off his soft jumper and putting it on her.
She let out a laugh when her head emerged from the massive amounts of fabric. She was completely drowned in fabric and she didn’t have her hands to be seen for days because of how long the sleeves were. But she was warm and she was comfy so she didn’t care.
He picked her up again and moved her to one arm, interlacing his fingers together with yours with his other hand. Lia nuzzles her head into his neck and relaxes now that she’s warm.

You stop into the shop on your way home to allow her to pick out a treat for being so good today.
You walked over to the sweetie aisle, pointing out the different sweets that she usually likes and asked her what she wanted. She pointed at something but wasn’t specific enough, and as Will moved closer to where she pointed. She made a grabby hand to the thing she wanted, Will pulling away jokingly every time her little hand got near it. You stood smiling at the two of them when an older lady walked up to the three of you.
“You are a beautiful family. It reminds me of when I had my first child.” she says, a smile on her face at the happy memory.
As you went to correct her about Lia not being yours, Will butts in quickly.
“Thank you,” he says, running a hand up and down Lia’s back in a comforting manner.
The lady looks back at you with a smile, “You’ve got a keeper there.”

It was now the next morning and you had to go home, much to the dismay of Amelia. 
You were now standing at the door, your bags were already in the car and you were hugging your parents and sister, who had a sobbing Lia in her arms.
You reach out and take her into a hug, her tiny arms wrapping around your neck tightly.
“I-I’m just going t-to miss yous a lot,” she sobbed out, “I like it-it when you’re here.”
You rub your hand up and down her back, pressing kisses to her head and her cheeks while you rocked her back and forth gently.
“Shhh, it’s okay. Hey, what if really soon you come see me and Will? Come have a sleepover with us?” you ask her, hoping that it would cheer her up.
Her sniffles died down a bit and her head rose to meet your eyes.
“Really?” she asked, her tiny fists rubbing at her eyes.
You nod your head sincerely, pressing one last kiss to her cheek before setting her down.
Will crouches down beside her, wiping away some stray tears that were running down her chubby cheek with his long finger.
“You’ll see us soon, okay?” he reassures her, bringing her in for a hug, rocking back and forth on his toes as she knocked his balance a bit.
He let her go when her crying stopped. You both began to walk to your car, Will getting in the driver’s seat.
You looked in the rear-view mirror as you drove down the driveway, seeing them all waving at you, smiles on their faces.
As you were stopped at a red-light Will turned to you slightly, taking your hand and giving it a kiss on the back of it. He moves that hand down to your stomach, his thumb rubbing back and forth over it. 

 "Lia’s going to be excited that the next time she sees us she’s going to have a companion.“

i’m still alive but i’m barely breathing

a post episode ficlet. robert stands outside the mill, and wonders where in the world he’s welcome. 

The click of the front door behind him felt like a finality.

Just go, Robert.

If he tried hard enough, Robert could still feel the familiar press of Aaron’s lips against his cheek, remember the happier times it had happened, Aaron’s mouth sticky with toast crumbs and a cheeky grin in place as he planted one on Robert, halfway out the door and late for work.

Or those times when they’d lie in bed, late at night, Aaron’s nose pressed to his cheek, lips murmuring against Robert’s face, quiet, calm, reassuring, home.

Robert closed his eyes, focusing on the faint memory of how Aaron’s lips had felt against his face, how his beard had grazed against Robert’s skin (something he always grumbled about every single time it caused a rash on his overly sensitive skin), could pretend like his entire life hadn’t just crumbled in around him.

Just go, Robert.

W h e r e.

Where was he supposed to go now?

Robert Sugden burnt bridges. He left a trail of destruction behind wherever he went in life, and so it wasn’t as though he had an old friend to turn to, didn’t even have a parent who could take him in and scold him for being so stupid, didn’t have a brother to drown his sorrows with.

He could get in his car and drive, he supposed. Dan did say they’d have the windscreen fixed by the end of the day, and he could just, get in his car, and go - drive away from Emmerdale, drive away from everything that had gone so wrong. It had worked before, after all - he’d driven away from the only home he’d ever known, and he’d built a life for himself.

But something had brought him back, in the end, just like something always would draw him home to Emmerdale.

More like someone.

Robert was never going to stop feeling that all consuming, absolute love he had for Aaron. The things he’d done just to have Aaron, just to feel his lips against his own, feel the love the poured from every inch of Aaron, love so easily and freely given, even when Robert hadn’t deserved any of it.

Robert couldn’t forget that, couldn’t walk away from the greatest love he’d ever known.

But he was nothing, without Aaron. No one, nothing, had nowhere to go, nowhere else he wanted to be except with Aaron, whether that was in the Mill, in the pub, sitting in silence, anything.

He’d take five more minutes, just five more minutes to drink in his husband, memorise every inch of him before it was too late and -

“Robert, mate?”

Robert opened his eyes, the world feeling overly bright as he blinked, Adam coming into view. “It’s over,” he admitted hoarsely, not really caring if Adam saw him in a state. Adam had seen him look worse, had seen him on the upstairs landing of Victoria’s cottage, dripping sweat and post a nightmare, reliving the moment he’d been shot over and over and over and over and over and over and over -

“I know,” Adam’s voice cut through Robert’s thoughts, a look of genuine sympathy on his face. “I’ll look after him, I promise ya.”

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Drop Your Pants

Pairing: Ben Platt x ArtMajor!Reader

Warning: swear words, sexual implications 

Request: “i would DIE if u did an art student reader x ben platt !!!!!!”

Word Count: 1815

Note: THIS STARTED OUT REAL FLUFFY ((and the entire thing is)) but the ending,,,, i just had to, im sorry. who knows i might even make part 2 ;—)  as always, feedbacks are appreciated!


Without a doubt, Ben found it absolutely beautiful when he found out you were an art student. He always had a knack for art, never really having the opportunities to talk about it as he didn’t have anyone to share the common interest with.

He admits that dating you entailed a lot of cheesy yet exquisite moments. Not that he was complaining. He always got the same giddy feeling whenever you mindlessly drew landscapes on his forearm, asking him to let you paint portraits on his back, and when he catches that glint in your eyes as you pull out your sketch journal whenever you see something worth drawing. 

Heck, there were even moments where he’d catch you staring at him for nearly an hour and you’d present him with a breathtaking sketch. Even if it was a loose drawing, he’d still find it stunning.

He just absolutely loved how you were able to catch every single beautiful thing in your line of vision and interpret them into something even more beautiful through your pieces.

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Go Fish (Sirius Black x Reader)

Originally posted by nellaey

Requested by Anonymous: heyyyy can you write a young sirius x reader imagine where they’re just hanging out

Word Count: 1, 674

Warnings: I’m not sure if this counts as kissing



“Go fish.” Sirius said. You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously.

“I call bull.” You said, making him laugh. The two of you had been playing Go Fish for a while now and you were sure he was cheating in some way. Being a muggleborn, you had brought a pack of cards to school from home, wanting to share it with your friends. They, of course, had come up with the so-called ‘improved’ version, where they turned the cards into fish and put them in a bowl of water, so instead of picking from a deck of cards, when you had to ‘Go Fish’, you had to catch one of the fish and add them to your deck, turning them into a card. It wasn’t pleasant but it was fun to watch James freak out over the sliminess of the fish whenever you all played together.

“It’s not bull! Go fish.” He said

“You’ve had none of the cards I need and somehow gotten all the cards you need from me.” You argued, pulling your wand out.

“Hey! Hey! Calm down, I’m too pretty to die!” Sirius exclaimed, dropping his cards to shield his face. You rolled your eyes at his dramatics.

“Calm down, drama queen, I’m just checking if you’ve rigged this.” You said, casting a hex revealing spell on your deck of cards and then Sirius’, which he had snatched up quickly after dropping them, making sure you didn’t see what he had. The spell revealed no tricks, making you groan frustratedly.

“Enough evidence for you?” Sirius asked, eyes on his deck of cards. “Can we continue now?”

“Not until you tell me how you’re doing it.” You said, laying your cards down face first on the ground and pointing an accusing finger at your friend.

“Fine.” He said, sighing in defeat and then paused for a while, looking as if he was giving you the biggest secret of his life. You gestured for him to continue. “It’s called…talent.” He finished finally, giving you a smirk. You pursed your lips and blinked at him slowly, your entire expression reading ‘I am so done with you’.

“This game relies on luck, pads.” You said quietly, the calm before the storm. “There’s no skill or talent involved!” You exclaimed loudly, throwing your hands up exasperatedly. Sirius shook his head at you disappointedly.

“See, my dear friend, that is what everyone wants you to believe.” He said, putting his own cards down and crawling over to you from his space on the floor. You were both now sitting cross legged, knees touching. “You’ve got to think outside the box, dear Y/N” He said, tapping your forehead as he spoke. You glared up at him as he grinned cheekily back at you, he loved teasing you, loved watching your short temper unravel.

“You’re dead, Black.” You murmured. You didn’t even give him time to give you a confused look before you jumped on him, pushing him onto the floor. You ended up sitting on his stomach, pinning his hands down. You tried to look threatening, but only succeeded in making him laugh at your narrowed eyes and single lifted eyebrow. You knew he could easily push you off of him, but seeing as he wasn’t, you stayed in your place. “Reveal your secrets.” You commanded, eyes still narrow. He raised his own eyebrow at you, the usual smirk gracing his face.

“Make me.” He said, eyes glinting with mischief. You gave him a smirk of your own, leaning forwards so you were inches away from his face. Neither one of you backed down. You couldn’t help but admit to yourself that your heart was racing a bit, being this close to Sirius, having his piercing grey eyes stare defiantly into your Y/E/C ones. Meanwhile, Sirius was trying to keep his breathing steady and resisting the urge to lift his head a few centimetres to feel his lips against yours. Much to your unawareness, Sirius has had a not-so-minor crush on you since day one, the only people who knew were James, Remus and Peter, who had figured it out for themselves. Sirius had denied it entirely when they confronted him about it but they knew their friend well. He knew you were off limits though, you never hook up with friends, everyone knew that and yet he felt so drawn to you. So drawn to your laugh and your smile, your witty comebacks and caring looks, your fearlessness and obstinance. He had tried to rid himself of these feelings with countless other girls, yet he couldn’t find anyone who could compare to you. So, yes, Sirius was most likely about to have his heart beat out of his chest at the rate it was going now.

“Oh, don’t worry Snuffles,” You started, voice low, “I will.” Sirius’ breath stopped entirely at that, only for his hopes to be swatted away as you dropped one of the fish from the bowl onto his face, throwing your head back in laughter as he shrieked and tried to push it off, only succeeding in getting it in his hair, at which his panic level rose dramatically. He hadn’t noticed you had let go of one of his wrists, reaching back to get the fish from the fish bowl.

“Not the hair! Not the hair!” He shouted as he tried shaking his head to rid his ‘luscious locks’ of the wet fish. You continued laughing at his struggle as he gave you a desperate look. “Y/N, please!” He exclaimed. You grabbed your wand and pointed it at him threateningly.

“Reveal your secrets, Black!” You exclaimed, making sure that you didn’t actually use a spell on him.

“Fine! Yes, ok! I’ll do it!” He cried. “Just get it out of my hair!” You chuckled as you picked it up by its tail and dropped it back into the bowl. Sirius was panting as you turned back to him, eyes closed. He threw his hand over his face. “The horror.” He muttered.

“You’ll live.” You said, leaning back and crossing your arms. “Now, tell me.”

“I had Peter sit behind you and show me which cards you had.” Sirius revealed breathlessly. You gasped and turned your head around to find a very red faced Peter hiding behind a table behind you.

“You rat!” You shouted.

“Literally.” Sirius murmured from his spot underneath you. You slapped his chest to shut him up.

“Shush, I’ll deal with you later.” You promised then turned back to the bashful looking boy coming out from behind the table. “Now, what do you have to say for yourself?” You lectured, crossing your arms disappointedly. Peter stared at the ground and shuffled his feet nervously.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“What did he promise you?” You asked. Peter looked to Sirius who gave him a quick shake of his head. Peter looked back to you, torn between his fear of you and the bargain with Sirius. You looked between the two boys, shaking your head. “Peter, tell me now or I’ll sit on you too.” You threatened.

“He promised me a week’s worth of fudge flies.” Peter answered quickly. Your eyes widened and you gasped, grasping your chest.

“Is that all I’m worth?” You asked, feigning to be hurt. “You should have at least bargained two weeks of fudge flies and chocolate frogs.”

“Sorry.” He muttered. You sighed.

“You can go, but remember, next time negotiate a better deal.” You said to Peter, who quickly scurried off. You turned back to Sirius, who’s hand was still covering his face. “And you…” You said, glaring at him. “I knew you were cheating!”

“I’m traumatised.” Was all he said, still not removing his hand to look at you.

“Calm down, it was just a fish.” You said, rolling your eyes. “Although, your hair does look pretty grim now.” You admitted. You saw him smirk a little.

“Not as bad as yours.” He said, chuckling as you swatted at his chest again.

“Prick.” You muttered.

“Ok, the mystery has been solved. Can you get off of me now?” Sirius whined. You just leaned back with a cheeky smirk on your face.

“Nah, I’m pretty comfortable like th-“ You didn’t get to finish though as Sirius twirled the both of you around, so he was lying on top of you instead. Your eyes closed in a gleeful, surprised laugh, making him smile. When you opened your eyes again, Sirius’ face was right above yours, making your breath hitch in your throat. He noticed this and grinned smugly, making you blush.

“You ok, Y/N? You’re looking a little…flushed.” He whispered the last word. He knew exactly what he was doing, knew he shouldn’t be doing it. You just looked so beautiful with your hair disheveled beneath you, eyes sparkling and cheeks bright red.

“S-Sirius?” You stuttered quietly, watching as his grey eyes shone devillishly.

“Hm?” He asked wordlessly. You stayed silent and so did he, both of you just watching each other. Completely intoxicated with the feeling of his body on yours. All you could hear was the crackling of the fireplace and the light tapping of rain against the window. You bit your lip nervously, accidentally drawing his attention to it. You watched his eyes darken a little and you closed your eyes, not knowing what to expect. You felt his lips softly brush against yours, the tiniest touch yet it had your entire body tensing with excitement.

“Sirius…” You tried again.

“Yes?” He asked, admiring how your lashes fanned over your cheeks.

“I think this means I won the game.” You whispered, opening your eyes. He frowned at you in confusion then laughed softly when he remembered your game of Go Fish.

“I’ll let you have it.” He whispered against your lips then stood up swiftly, walking out of the room. Leaving you lying on the floor, a mess of feelings, desires and questions. You humphed in frustration and glared at the ceiling. That boy started something and he definitely did not finish it.


Okie dokey. This one is a bit short but whatever. Maybe I could write a part two if anyone wants? idk. Anywho, constructive criticism is welcome.



Characters: Jungkook X You
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Word Count: 5017
Song of the Day: BTS - Spring Day

A/N: Inspired by the lyrics of BTS’s Spring Day; in memories of lost love - Admin Ham

Originally posted by geeky-obsessions

“Kookie! Kookie! Kook-ah! Look, look! He replied to me!” You dashed through the entrance of the local bistro, ignoring the staff’s greetings and straight away landed yourself on a chair sitting opposite of your best friend, shoving your phone to his face as he pulled his head up from lurking over the menu at your hyper arrival.

“Oh god, I can’t read shit if you keep jacking it up and down like that..” Jungkook whined as he swiftly grabbed hold of the phone, pulling it away from your excited grasp as he leaned back towards his seat, calmly reading whatever content you had so eagerly wanted him to see.

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baellaflo  asked:

Hey ! May I give you a suggestion for a prompt? What about Sidon coming to ask for his night kiss because he haven't received yet ? (Like he has to work late and his s/o go to sleep without him)

(This was good, I like doing ones from Sidon’s pov~ Hopefully this also makes up for that sad one from earlier~ Enjoy!~)

Just One

Word Count: 1203
Warnings: Fluff

Work. Work. Work. Work.

The Zora Prince let out a tired sigh as he pushed away from his desk; his head aching due to all the numbers and words now racing through it. He had been sitting here for what felt like days reading page after page of page and he was beginning to feel the strain put on his eyes.

A quick glance out the large glass windows behind him and confirming his suspicions. The sky had turned dark, the twinkling of the stars letting the Prince know just how long he had been working and how much of the day he had missed. Sidon stretched his arms up feeling his stiff muscles tense and then relax again when he let them fall back to the arms of his chair with another sigh.

Speaking of things he had missed due to his work, the Prince was reminded that he had not seen you since this afternoon over lunch. A smile crept onto the Zora’s lips remembering how you had entered the office carrying a tray with his lunch in your hands. You had smiled at him when you approached and bowed your head like one of the servants after setting the tray down in front of him. “Your lunch, my highness,” you said which made him laugh.

You were always doing things like that: popping in for visits whenever he is too busy to come to you. Bringing him food when he misses meals, letting him know about everything going on outside of his study, or just coming in to talk and give him a break whenever it looked like he needed one. Something he often forgot to do when he was too caught up in parchment, quills, and ink.

Sidon smiled reflecting on how you were always very adamant about him taking breaks to clear his head and draw his attention away from papers and back on you. Regardless of how small you were compared to him, you would always find a way to steal him away for loving words and a few well-earned kisses.

Sidon frowned as he turned back to the desk his resolve to get through all of his files completely diminished; his head was swarmed with new thoughts, thoughts of you. Along with those thoughts came new feelings of regret and longing. He wanted to see you though he knew that you were most likely sleeping by now. Perhaps he could just stop by for one of his own little visit.

With that idea in mind the Zora Prince stood up from the desk to make his way to the bedroom where you lay and he could already feel his tail swaying in anticipation. Sidon tried to keep his movements slow and quiet as he gripped the door knob and began turning it. He pushed it  open just enough for him to peek through the gap.

Just as he thought, you were already fast asleep or at the very least you were laying down under the covers just waiting for him to join you. He could not really tell; the blankets wrapped around your body were obscuring his view of your face. Gently biting his lip, the Zora figured that he could get a little closer just enough to see whether you were sleeping.

Carefully, Sidon pushed the door open wide enough for him to slip through doing his best not to make too much noise while creeping toward the side just in case you actually were asleep. When he finally reached the bed, he kneeled where your face was noticing how it was partially cloaked by cloth hiding it from his curious eyes.

With a nervous smile Sidon pinched the blanket and then began to gradually peel it back inch by inch unable to stop himself. He had already come this far might as well just get it over with and… he really wanted to see you.

With the blanket finally out of his way Sidon breathed a sigh of relief and delight seeing your beautiful face and he was even happier to see that you were indeed fast asleep. The sight of you was endearing enough but that peaceful expression combined with how precious you looked encompassed in the soft blanket and bed sheets you were certainly a sight to behold for his sore eyes.

Your smooth skin, your hair tussled lightly from rolling around in the free space of the bed, your lips… so soft and so inviting. Sidon felt like he could just stare at you for hours; it was almost therapeutic and all his previous worries melted away at the sight before him.

Then your eyes opened.

“Sidon…?” Your tired voice murmured and the Zora in question blushed with a sheepish smile knowing that he had been caught.

“Ah sorry, my beloved, but I was just sitting in my study trying my best to focus on work when I suddenly found my head buzzing with thoughts of you,” he confessed glancing elsewhere in the room before his eyes settled on you again. “But I think I have overstayed my welcome now, my apologies for disturbing you.”

Before Sidon could stand up to take his leave, he felt something take hold of his hand and he looked down to see that your hand had reached out from under the covers and was now gently gripping his wrist (or as much as your smaller hand could grab). His eyes raise up to your face and he notices that you have a lazy smile spread on your lips as you gaze up at him.

“If you want something, you can just ask Sidon.” Goddesses, you could read him like an open book.

Sidon blushed lightly and chuckled sheepishly knowing that once again you had caught him. “Well, if it is not too much trouble… could I kiss you?”

You smile and Sidon could swear that his heart melted in that moment but then you lightly pulled his hand and he snapped out of his daze with a soft chuckle before he leaned close. His free hand reached up to gently cup your face and hold you close as he pressed his lips against your own smiling a little against the soft lips he had been absolutely mesmerized by realizing that they felt just as heavenly.

The kiss lasted for longer than Sidon had anticipated but he didn’t care and you didn’t seem to mind either. However, when he felt your tongue reach out to tease his bottom lip he knew he had to pull away or he would never be able to bring himself to leave you. So, he pulled back but you did not complain, in fact, you seemed to be grinning rather proud of yourself and this only made the Prince chuckle knowing that you had done it on purpose.

“Cheeky little minnow,” he remarked and you curled up in the blankets looking up at him smiling innocently. Sidon leaned in to plant one last soft kiss to your temples before standing up. “Unfortunately, I must return to my study but I will return shortly.”

“Hurry back.”

Sidon felt refreshed, ready to work, and eager to get back to you as soon as possible.

Private Conversations - Harry Lewis/Wroetoshaw

Pairing: Harry Lewis/Wroetoshaw & Y/N
Word Count: 1k+
Warning(s): none
Summary/Request: Can you make an imagine where Harry and Y/N have a cute conversation and the boys hear it and tease them? Thnx

You had woken up late that Saturday, having nothing scheduled for that day, the smell of food surrounding you.
You got out of the warm bed and trailed yourself to the small kitchen where you saw your boyfriend standing, cooking breakfast.
You walked over to him quietly, wrapping your arms around him from behind and resting your head on the soft t-shirt that was covering his back. You felt him jump slightly but seeing that it was your hands, he turned around, a smile covering his face.
“Morning,” you mumbled, feeling his arms wrap about your body while you relaxed into his chest.
Removing yourself from his grip, you moved to sit on the counter top, letting him continue his cooking.
“Where are the boys?” you asked, noticing the lack of extra noise that there usually was.
“I think they went out? Shopping probably,” he replied.
You nodded, focussing on watching him cook, the concentration on his face when he’s trying to flip things and the annoyed look when something breaks mid-flip.

Finally getting everything plated up, you move back to his bed, turning on a random TV show in the background. Not really paying attention to it, just to have noise.
After you both finished, you both sat, leant against the headboard, hands intertwined with each other, random invisible doodles being draw on the back of your hand.
“How’s uni going?” he asked in a hushed voice, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere but also wanting to start a conversation.
“Yeah it’s alright, it’s tough but nothing I didn’t expect.”
“Do you know what you want to do after you finish?”
And in truth, you had no idea, the future wasn’t something you thought about all that often, you just wanted to live contently in the present without having to worry about the future. So you told him that.
“Do you have any idea what you want in the future? Not even job related just in general? With us?” he asked, trailing off quietly, not meeting your eye but still drawing on your hand.
This wasn’t a topic that Harry brought up much, the occasional time when he’s around his family with you and when he sees you with your own family.
You nodded lightly, “I’ve thought about it, I don’t have a set in stone way I want it to go though. What about you?” You leant your head onto his shoulder, interlacing your legs together with his.
“Yeah, I’ve definitely thought about it, maybe some kids, a dog or two. As long as it’s with you I don’t care.” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Kids and dogs sound nice,” you say absentmindedly, thinking about a future with Harry with little kids running about in the back garden, and Harry teaching them how to play football and how loved they would be by both sides of your families.
“We need to go see my parents soon, mum keeps asking about you and when you’re coming back,” he interrupted your thought process with a laugh.
You agreed, laughing but glad you get to see them again.

You both talked for what seemed like hours, going down random tangents of thought, things that only the two of you would really care about or think about.
However, during these chats you didn’t hear Harry’s two roommates come home from wherever they were.
With Harry’s bedroom door slightly open they both stood with their ears to it, listening to the talks the two of you were having, giving each other odd looks and trying to stifle their laughs.
But when they heard the two of you get up they panicked, sprinting to the living room and jumping over the back of the sofa in an attempt to look casual, turning on the TV as quickly as they could.

The both of you walked out of Harry’s room and were initially surprised at the boys being there but then were embarrassed at the thought of them hearing what you had talked about.
“How long have you been here?” Harry asked them, putting the breakfast dishes into the dish washer.
“Not that long,” Lux answered, not looking at us but he had a teasing smirk on his face.
“But long enough to hear the two of you talk about what you want to try in bed next,” Freezy continued, a cheeky smirk on his face, now that he was looking at the both of you from across the room.
You felt your face get red as realisation hit you, turning quickly to look at your boyfriend, a small bit of fear in your eyes.
“Fuck me,” you whispered, sighing because you knew the both of you weren’t going to live this down at least for a while.
“I think that’s Harry’s job, but when you decide to do what you were talking about, warn us so we don’t have to hear it,” Lux continued the teasing.
You turned to look at Harry, unsure how to read his facial expression, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. He held out his hand to you, and brought you back into the safety of his bedroom, shutting the door as you heard the words, ‘Use protection!’

You turned and flopped face down onto his bed, groaning because of the situation.
Harry in turn flopped on top of you, cuddling his face into the crook of your neck.
“They’ll forget about it in no time.” He said, even though he knew that they wouldn’t and you both would have to endure the teasing for weeks, even worse if they tell the rest of the boys.
You turned around under him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he lifted some weight off you by leaning on his elbows.
“I love you,” he whispered, leaning down and pressing a light kiss to your lips, tingles surrounding you both.
“I love you too,” you said, smiling in to the kiss.

He pulled back slightly, smirking, “So do you want to give the boys something to really complain about?”

Just A Crush

Chapter 10: I Am Yours

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector


Word Count: 5,623

Summary: Cas knows how you feel. He claims to feel the same way. Is this a dream?

Warnings: Mentions of nudity, language…?

“Dean,” Cas called for him. The older Winchester wasn’t expecting this call at all, especially right this very moment.

“Did she talk to you?” Dean spoke but didn’t exactly answer the question and Cas was becoming impatient.

“No,” Cas’ response was clipped.

“Listen buddy…, maybe you should talk to Sam about this. I’m not really… involved,” Dean explained.

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Daddy Daze - Bye Bye (Steve)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve is leaving on a mission and your 3 year old Maggie is not happy.

A/n:  part of the Daddy Daze Series (MasterList) Please send any Dad!Bucky or Dad!Steve head cannons and I will try to incorporate them. (Tagging is open)

Steve was packing for his newest mission in the living room while watching your 3 year old daughter Maggie, while you make dinner.  Maggie adored her dad and was slowly beginning to understand that when his shield and black duffle bag appear that he was once again leaving.  Maggie toddled around the room and saw Bucky’s Brooklyn sweatshirt that he had left at the house earlier in the day.

“Nuncle Bucky shirt” She says pointing at it trying to gain her father’s attention.  Steve looks up at her smiling.  Getting up from the couch he moves to grab the shirt wrapping it around her like a cape while she babbles at him.

“Come help your old man pack baby doll.”  He picks her up placing her beside him on the couch.  Steve starts folding his shirts and placing them in his bag.  He realizes after a moment, Maggie’s babbles had stopped.

Maggie sat beside him inspecting the items in his bag.  He could see her mind calculating what was happening, so far he had only packed his bag.   He knew when he pulled his shield out of the closet, a temper tantrum may occur.  Getting up quietly he moved toward the closet.  Maggie failed to notice his movement.  She was too busy stuffing her doll deep into his bag.

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The Sunrise Part 3 (Sirius Black x Hufflepuff!Reader

Originally posted by nellaey

Part 1 
Part 2

Part 3 requested by anonymous (and whoever else wanted it): Dude I love you and your blog but I need ‘Sunrise part 3’ in my life. Maybe make it about the reader meeting the marauders? Idk ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Word Count: 3, 253 (wow, that’s a lot sorry)

Warnings: A LOT of dialogue in this, sorry. Other than that none.

A/N: I’m sorry that it sucks, I feel like this series has just dragged on now. idk


Sirius, Remus and Peter watched as James trudged back to their spot on the couch in the Gryffindor common room after another unsuccessful attempt at wooing Lily, now sporting a very vibrant shade of orange hair instead of his usual raven mess. He flopped down on the couch and let his head fall back.

“What’d you do this time?” Remus asked from his spot next to Peter in front of the fireplace on the floor, sitting cross legged in an oversized sweater.

“I made a red head joke.” James mumbled.

“Again?” Peter asked, laughing as he moved to lay on his stomach, propping his head up on his hands.

“Come on, mate, you know she hates that. It’s as if you want her to hate you.” Sirius said, shaking his head.

“I know! It just comes out, I can’t help it!” James exclaimed exasperatedly.

“You can’t help being a wanker…?” Sirius asked amusedly, not quite understanding how his normally smooth talking friend could become so tongue tied.

“Sod off.” James said, nudging Sirius.
“What did you even say?” Remus asked, looking to James’ almost neon orange hair.

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Halloween Treats

Summary: Roman breaks the news to his wife (the reader) that he won’t be home to go trick or treating with her and JoJo. But Roman ends up surprising them and coming home Halloween day, cute adorableness ensues.

Requested by: Anon.

“You ready baby?” You asked JoJo as you moved around your kitchen table, heaving her heavy pumpkin onto the table in front of her. Your step daughter hummed and nodded, excited to carve a pumpkin and seeing her dad. You laughed at her bubbly attitude and took a seat next to her with your own, smaller pumpkin in front of you. You leaned forward and pressed the FaceTime button on the iPad in front of the two of you, selecting Roman’s name before waiting for your husband to pick up. JoJo bounced up and down in her seat and yelled out a happy “Hi daddy!” Once Roman appeared on the screen you and JoJo waved wildly making Roman smile and wave back. “Hey baby, how are you and mommy?” You waited for your daughter to answer with a smile on your face. “We’re good!” “Tell daddy how much we miss him.” You prompted her, sending Roman a secret cheeky wink at the nickname, your husband smirking back at you. “We miss you!” Roman and you chuckled at her loud words. “Well I miss you both so much. Should we start carving our pumpkins?” Roman had his own pumpkin ready to go, his words making JoJo nod eagerly and urge you to cut open the top of hers. “Hurry mommy.” You huffed at JoJo’s words, grunting as you forced the large knife through the pumpkin. You stuck your tongue out at Roman when he started to laugh at your struggles, muttering about how your daughter had to pick the biggest pumpkin in the patch. You blew the stray pieces of hair that had fallen into your face out of the way after you pulled the chunk of pumpkin out and handed JoJo a spoon to scoop out the insides. You made mindless smalltalk with your husband and daughter as you cut into your pumpkin and scooped out the insides of your own pumpkin. “Mommy, I’m ready to draw.” JoJo announced after a good 20 minutes of flinging pumpkin guts around. “Okay baby, just be careful.” You uncapped the black marker and put it into her dainty hand, grinning as you listened to her describe her idea to her dad. You drew a simple face on your own pumpkin before beginning to carve out the eyes of yours, freezing when JoJo grabbed your arm gently. “I’m ready.” You sighed and gently set down the knife before looking at her complicated design, eyes widening at all the small details. “JoJo, don’t give mommy a hard time.” Roman smiled gently at the two of you, his words making you chuckle and JoJo pout slightly before hugging you tightly. “I’m sorry mommy.” She melted your heart with everything she did and you gently hugged her back. “Don’t be sorry baby. Daddy’s just being dramatic.” You gently pulled out of her grip and started to slowly carve out the start of her design. JoJo soon got bored and jumped off her chair calling for Dakota, laughing when the husky ran around the corner eager to play. “JoJo, go play in the living room. There’s knives in here, I don’t want you getting hurt.” Your little girl listened and ran out of the room with an excited dog running after her. “Hey baby…” Roman started, his tone making you pause and look at the screen. He had dropped the smile that covered his face earlier and he had stopped carving out pieces of his pumpkin. “Yeah? Is something wrong? Are you hurt?” Your mind took over and the words spilled from your mouth like vomit. “No baby, I’m fine. It’s just…I’m not gonna be able to make it home to take JoJo trick or treating with you.” His words made you freeze, listening to make sure JoJo hadn’t heard her fathers words. You sighed in relief when you could still only hear her loud giggles and barks from Dakota. “Roman, she’s gonna be crushed.” You sighed and dropped the knife onto the table and ran your fingers through your hair. “I know, but she’ll be okay.” You groaned and tugged at the roots of your hair. “You’re not the one that has to tell her.” You gave Roman a sad and disappointed look making his frown grow bigger as you pushed Cooper, your german shepherd away from the pumpkin guts on the ground. “You know I’d do anything to be there Y/N, it’s just not possible.” Roman sighed out as you crouched down to pick up the mess your daughter had made. “I know Ro. Listen, I’ve got to clean…I’ll call you later.” You tossed the mess onto the tablecloth you had put down for this specific reason before throwing Roman a soft smile. “Okay, I love you.” You sent you a sad smile before you said your I love you’s back and hung up. Leaving the mess in the kitchen you headed to the living room, taking Cooper with you so that he couldn’t get his curious nose in the gunk. “Hey JoJo, can you come sit for a second? Mommy has to tell you something.” Your daughter nodded and ran towards you, throwing herself into your lap. The dogs jumped onto the couch beside you two as you held your daughter close, trying to prepare yourself her sad reaction. “You know daddy loves you so much right?” You started off slow, your words making her light up and nod. “Don’t worry, he loves you too mommy.” Her innocence made you smile sadly at her. “I know baby. But you also know how important daddy’s job is right?” She nodded quickly, curious doe eyes locked on you. “Well… because of that, daddy can’t make it back for trick or treating.” You dropped the bomb and your heart shattered when you saw her eyes darken in sadness. Her shoulders hunched over and she looked down at her hands, leaning into you more. “But we can still go out just the two of us and get lots of candy.” You tried to get her to look at you and get a smile onto her face but instead she hugged you tight and hid into your shoulders. “I don’t wanna go trick or treating without daddy.” Her words were laced with tears that you could feel through your thin shirt, her sadness making you want to cry yourself. “Shh, okay. If that’s what you want.” You soothed her, in no mood to push her to do something she didn’t want too. “Let’s go finish Apple?” You asked, using the ironic name she had given her pumpkin. You felt her nod against you and you stood up, carrying her back to her original spot.

You had spent the days leading up to Halloween trying to cheer JoJo up and convince her that the two of you could have fun trick or treating without Roman. But every time you managed to pull a laugh or smile out of her she seemed to remember her fathers absence and immediately frown again. Watching her favourite halloween movies didn’t work, taking Dakota and Cooper for a walk to see the Halloween decorations didn’t work, and neither did making candy apples and baking Halloween treats. “JoJo baby, wake up. It’s Halloween.” You gently shook your daughter awake, her large smile fading slightly when she realized her dad wasn’t beside you. “You wanna wear your costume all day?” You asked with a gentle smile, hers growing bigger when you suggested that. She nodded and hopped out of her bed and pulled you towards her closet where the little red riding hood costume hung, letting you help her put it on properly.

Your heart melted as you looked at JoJo in her small red cape, eyes happy and smiling wide for the first time in a while. “So what do you wanna do?” You asked as the two of you headed to the kitchen. “Eat candy, watch movies, and stay up past my bedtime!” The young girl cried out with a giggle as she skipped around you. “How about we have breakfast before we eat candy?” You paused at the fridge and looked to JoJo. “Daddy usually lets me have candy for breakfast on Halloween.” Her eyes were wide and she put a pout on her face, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to resist her. Sighing and cursing Roman’s tradition under your breath you pulled out some candy from the cupboards, mentally preparing yourself for a hyper child. “Alright let’s go then missy.” You lead JoJo to the couch and let her hold the candy bowl as you put in the first movie before plopping down beside her. As the day progressed you and JoJo only got up to change the movie, get more candy, use the washroom, or answer the door for trick or treaters. At some point during The Nightmare Before Christmas you two had started talking about how men (or boys in JoJo’s case) were unreliable and annoying at times. You didn’t even hear the front door creep open or bags hit your hardwood floors, too distracted by the movie and the conversation you and JoJo were having. “I love your daddy, but sometimes he frustrates me.” You sighed and stuffed more candy into your mouth as you adjusted your slouched form into the crease of the couch that had formed. “There’s this boy named Kyle in my class, and he’s cute but he can be dumb sometimes. And he likes to pull girls hair.” JoJo sighed at the thought of the young boy in her class. “Mmm,” You started with a hum before swallowing the sugary sweet in your mouth. “You don’t want that. Boys that pull hair are not good people.” You turned your head lazily towards your step daughter. JoJo turned her head towards you as well and sent you a goofy look, you sticking your tongue out at her in return. She covered her mouth with her hand and giggled into her palm once she got a look at your tongue. “What are you laughing at?” You chuckled, not noticing the other person that had been standing in the doorway to the living room for a few minutes. “Your tongue is blue mom.” JoJo spluttered out making you pick up your phone and look at your tongue in the camera app. “Darn those blue raspberry ring pops.” You sighed and tossed your phone down. “Darn boys too.” JoJo smiled making you gasp jokingly and look at her. Before you could say anything a deep voice broke through the air. “That’s not very nice.” You gasped loudly as did JoJo, the two of you too shocked to realize who the voice belonged too. You quickly moved your feet off the coffee table and shielded JoJo with your body, your motherly instincts taking control. You could hear JoJo whimpering slightly from underneath you and you tried to sooth her as you shut your eyes tightly. “And blue raspberry anything is your weakness babe.” Your eyes shot open and you quickly turned your head, recognizing the voice and smiling in relief when you saw Roman standing in the doorway. A second later JoJo was squirming out from underneath you, realizing it was her dad and not some intruder. You smiled happily as you watched JoJo run to Roman and let him scoop her up into a tight bear hug. “Come on mama.” Roman winked at you and held JoJo with one arm while his other was out to the side, waiting for you to run into his embrace. Rolling your eyes at the silly nickname you shot up and quickly rushed into your husbands warm hug. You hid your face in his chest and smile when you felt his hand start to run through your hair gently as he held you and JoJo tightly. “As much as I love you being here…what are you doing here?” You looked into his warm eyes and bit on your lower lip. “Yeah, mommy said you wouldn’t be home for trick or treating.” JoJo added onto your question. “Well I told mommy that I wouldn’t be home for trick or treating. But I realized how important this was to you and decided I couldn’t leave my two best girls hanging.” His words made you smile widely and lean up to give him a sweet kiss that was cut short by JoJo squealing and clapping happily. “Yay! You two get into your costumes and then we’ll go out!” JoJo urged both you and Roman to get into your costumes as she watched the families walking around to each house in the dusk. “Okay okay we’re going.” Roman chuckled and set her down gently, giving you a proper hug once JoJo was on her feet again. “I love you.” You heard Roman whisper into your hair as he squeezed you tighter. “I love you too.” You sighed into his chest and rubbed tiny circles onto his back with your thumbs. “Hurry.” JoJo started to tug you away from Roman as she drew out the urgent word. “Alright JoJo, daddy’ll stay down here with you to answer the door while I get changed.” You blew your little family a kiss before running up the stairs. You quickly stripped before pulling on your dark grey top, faux fur vest, dark grey leggings that had more of the fake hair glued down the sides thanks to your craftiness. You quickly grabbed your fur covered knock off UGG’s and wolf ears and ran down the stairs, grinning when you saw JoJo and Roman giving a group of kids some candy. “Okay your turn big man.” You walked past Roman and gently swatted his bottom with your hand as you did. Roman simply chuckled at your excited antics before casually heading up the stairs. You and JoJo handing out candy to a few groups of kids before Roman appeared again, his outfit making you and JoJo freeze. “What is that?” You asked and gestured to your husbands black hoodie and jeans ensemble that was topped off with his own pair of wolf ears. “Are you insane?” You whispered with a disgusted look your face as JoJo spoke over you “Daddy, no one’s gonna think you’re a wolf! And mommy put so much effort into your costume…Go put it on!” You fought the smile that threatened to fight it’s way onto your face at your daughters words. “Oh c’mon on JoJo.” Roman whined and tried to get his way out of the costume, looking at you for help. He sighed in defeat when you and his daughter simply crossed your arms across your chests and jutted out your hips. Roman wanted to smile at how much JoJo had taken after you in the time he had been away as he admired how identical your poses and facial expressions were at that moment. “Roman.” You began to pout and JoJo quickly caught on. “Daddy you promised.” The young girl started pouting as well, her puppy dog eyes locking onto her dad. Roman grumbled to himself before throwing his arms up in defeat and heading back upstairs, mumbling about the stuff he does for his girls. Once he was out of view you and JoJo started giggling and high-fiving each other. JoJo and you waited eagerly for Roman’s return and when he appeared in the fur covered costume you both smiled widely. “Yay!” JoJo bounced up and down as she clapped eagerly. “Just one last thing.” You grinned and approached your husband slowly. You gently pulled out the hair tie that was holding his man bun in before messing up his long curls so that they were wild and messy before placing the ears back on his head. “Much more…wild.” You winked at him making him growl teasingly at you. “Don’t get too excited yet babe, there’s still lots of candy to be gathered before you get something sweet.” You muttered to him, more than aware that JoJo was in the room. “Okay let’s go.” JoJo pulled at yours and Roman’s hands, heading towards the front door. You stumbled for a second before regaining your balance and grabbing your house keys when you passed the small table in the front hall. You quickly locked the door before turning back to your awaiting family. As you started to walk and begin the long journey that JoJo would drag you on you grabbed Roman’s hand in your own. He intertwined your fingers with his as the two of you watched JoJo skipping slightly ahead of you, waving at the kids she recognized. Roman continuously whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you walked from house to house, his simple compliments meaning the world to you. Eventually JoJo decided to stop skipping ahead and made her way between you and Roman. As you walked you and Roman each had one of JoJo’s hands in your own, swinging her back and forth in the air every once in a while. Whenever the three of you approached a house and an adult would answer they would fondly smile at your costumes and say how cute JoJo was. “Okay, I think this is the last one JoJo.” Roman declared the end of your adventure when he looked around the dark street and only saw a few wandering kids with parents or teenagers. “Okay.” JoJo sighed a bit disappointed but continued to head towards the last house on the block. You breath hitched when you felt Roman’s large hand brush against the curve of your ass. “We’re not home and she’s not in bed yet Roman.” You scolded and took his hand in yours again to stop its wandering. “You mean I still have to wait through her sugar high and crash?” Your husband pouted and dropped his head onto your shoulder, the wold ears on his head tickling your face. “She’s been eating candy all day, the crash should happen as soon as she steps inside the house.” You smirked and gave Roman’s butt another cheeky smack before running to catch up with JoJo, laughing when you heard Roman gasp and run after you. You both caught up to JoJo just as she stepped onto the house’s front porch. She giggled at the two of you and rung the doorbell, waiting impatiently for someone to answer the door. “Trick or treat.” Your daughter declared and held open her already full bag with a wide grin. The two bored teenage girls that opened the door gave JoJo a small smile before one of them picked up the bowl of candy. As they let JoJo rummage around the half empty bowl they looked up at you and Roman, their smiles immediately widening. “Oh my god.” One gushed and looked between the three of you. “You guys are so cute.” The other one giggled, the attention making you blush slightly. “Thanks girls.” Roman chuckled slightly. “Here, take the rest of it. I doubt anyone else is going to show up.” The first girl opted to carefully dump all the bowls contents into JoJo’s bag, much to her delight. “Thanks girls, what do you say JoJo?” You thanked the teenagers and prompted JoJo to do the same. She threw out a quick thank you before pulling you and Roman away from the porch, blabbering about how much candy she just got. The slight blush on your face got more pigmented as you heard the teenagers gushing about how you were “Goals.” 

You carefully stepped around all the candy wrappers on the ground as you followed Roman up the stairs to tuck a knocked out JoJo in. You pulled back her blanket and watched with affectionate eyes as Roman gently set JoJo onto her bed. After you pulled the blanket over her sleeping form you both kissed her forehead gently before silently creeping out of the room. When you headed to the stairs Roman quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest. “I’m glad you made it home. JoJo missed you. I missed you.” You admitted with a tiny smile as you felt Roman’s rough hands circle your hips. “I missed you both too. You know what I missed about you most?” His hushed words sent shivers down your spine and the devious smirk on his face made you flush. “Hmm…could it be the naughty things we get up to late at night?” You ran a single finger down his firm chest and watched as his eyes darkened and his jaw clenched. “That was number two. I missed your beautiful smile and all the support it brings me the most.” Roman’s words made you smile widely and press a loving kiss to his soft lips while you cupped his jaw in your hands. “But now that I’ve seen number one multiple times, I’m missing number two a whole lot more.” Roman mumbled into your mouth and hurriedly lifted you up and moved quickly to your bedroom as your legs wound tightly around his waist. “Here we go.” You giggled into the hot kiss he had you locked into as he shut the bedroom door behind the two of you.


HAPPY ROBRAE WEEK!!!! :D I promised I’d contribute and, although I’m not really happy with it (I’m my own worst critic), I want to share with the community anyways! So, for the theme of College AU, I made a sequel to a RobRae one-shot I wrote a while back! Do enjoy! :D

Part 1 can be found here

The last thing Raven wanted to do was be cornered by Garfield Logan in what appeared to be an interrogation.

The spry blonde youth effectively blocked her path in the hallway with his arm, and he leaned in with a mischievous glint in his jade green eyes. He was wearing a coy smile and seemed to have forgotten everything about personal space.

Raven leaned back, scowling up at him.

“Ever hear of a breath mint, Logan?” She mocked, scrunching up her nose in distaste.

Of course, his breath smelled fine. However, it was an efficient way to quickly make the highly self-conscious boy back off, if only by a little.

She saw his eyes widen in embarrassment, and he breathed against his palm to see if what she said were true.

Minty fresh, as usual.

He then fixed her with a glare and resumed his invasion of her own personal bubble, the tip of his nose a mere few inches from hers. “Nice try, but you’re not getting out of this one, Rae. I know all about professor bubble butt, and I want details.”

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(The Chris Evans Mini Series Spin-off - One Shots)

Imagine you and Chris helping your two best friends fall in-love.

A/N: Here’s a little bonus piece for all those who are shipping Seb and Ava. I am too, so this piece is 😍 It was so much fun to write, I am so glad I did it. But yes, after this I’ll be taking a short break to get Chapter 4 ready. I might get a few one shots in, but I am not making any promises as the series will be my main focus. Anyway, I love you all. #SebAva2k17, am I right? ❤️(You know I love you, @chrisevans-imagines) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C/5D/Epilogue’)

Ava and Sebastian watched you and Chris at the dinner table, smiling at how sickly sweet the two of you were being. You and Chris were so lost in your own world, with the heart eyes and the whispering of sweet nothings into each other’s ears. It made sense; not only were the two of you soul mates, you were both still caught up in the post-engagement glow. It was probably little overwhelming for the single people around you, but the only two that were around at that moment were Ava and Sebastian. They were your best friends after all and they could only feel joy for the both of you, as well as bask in the romantic vibes you were radiating and use it to their advantage.

At least- that was Sebastian’s plan. After months of texting and calling and FaceTiming, he finally met Ava in person. He got to hug her, sit beside her, and talk to her without being miles away. There was no longer a device, or a screen- it was just him and her, and it was everything he’d imagined it’d be. He closed his eyes and could picture doing this- being with her and making it like you and Chris had. He knew that meant something, and so he decided he wasn’t going to leave LA without first taking Ava out on a proper date.

“Do you want some?” Chris asked you, scooping some of his tiramisu onto his spoon and holding it out in front of you. You smiled and ate off his spoon, then you both turned when you heard Ava and Sebastian groan. “What?” Chris asked with a unshakeable smile, taking your hand under the table. You met each other’s gaze, smiles reaching your eyes. “Can’t a man feed his fiancée?”

“She has the exact same dessert right in front of her!” Ava gestured to your plate of uneaten tiramisu, drawing laughter from everyone on the table. “God, I know you’re in-love, but can the two of you be less sickening? There are other people at the table, please remember that before you sweep your fiancée off her feet and take her right then and there.”

“Ha ha ha,” Chris laughed sarcastically.

“You’re only acting like that ‘cause there’s some truth behind it, Chris,” Sebastian egged it on and you threw your napkin across the table at him. He laughed and dodged it, “did you redo your blush, or is that all natural?” He teased you and you scoffed with a smile, pressing your hands against your red hot cheeks.

“Screw you, Seb,” you giggled, leaning into Chris as he wrapped an arm around you. You felt his lips press against your hair and you heard him snicker. “You’re just jealous you don’t have what we have.” Sebastian rolled his eyes at you then shared a cheeky smile with Ava. “You know what,” you began when you suddenly remembered that you were trying to get them together. “If the two of you find us so sickening, we’ll leave you alone.”

Ava’s breath caught in her throat and she widened her eyes at you and Chris, subtly shaking her head. “What, no.” She managed a shaky laugh as she pretended like she wasn’t on the verge of hyperventilating. “We’re just teasing, you don’t have to go anywhere.” She was not ready to be alone with Sebastian Stan in person, she needed you and Chris to buff the situation. “We’re just teasing. Right, Sebastian?”

“I wouldn’t mind finishing the rest of my dessert without having to deal with a sickly sweet couple,” Sebastian answered, subtly beckoning the two of you out with his eyes and his head. You and Chris nodded, biting back your smiles. “And from the look on their faces, they’re just using our mistreatment as an excuse to be alone.”

“Yes we are,” Chris nodded, taking your hand and pulling you to your feet as he got to his. “C'mon, sweetheart. Let’s grab a blanket and have cake under the stars.” He took his plate and you took yours, walking out to the backyard. You both glanced back at Ava and Sebastian as you did, each giving your respective best friend a smug smile. Chris earned a grateful smile from Sebastian, whereas Ava shot you a death stare. You giggled as you turned away. Chris swept a blanket off the back of his couch and you both disappeared out the sliding doors, leaving Ava and Sebastian alone for the first time, but hopefully, not the last.

“So how’ve you been?” Sebastian asked, turning full body to face Ava. She held her breath and nodded with a nervous smile, spooning more of her dessert into her mouth. He could sense her nerves and thought he could calm her with his touch, so he placed a hand over hers. “Ava-” He cut himself off and withdrew when he felt her tense up even more. “Sorry,” he winced with a soft chuckle. “I’m as nervous as you are, does that notion calm you a little?” He quizzed, biting his lower lip like he always did as he watched her with hopeful eyes.

“A little,” she nodded after a moment of hesitation. “Only because I feel like you’re just saying that to make me feel better.” He responded to that with a hand gesture that said “kind of, yeah.” She managed a smile, “I don’t know, this is all very surreal. There are days where I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that my best friend is engaged to Chris Evans. I feel like I’m living in one of her stories, y'know? It’s weird, I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or if it’s actually happening.”

“It’s happening,” Sebastian confirmed with a nod. “And I’m glad it is, I’ve never seen Chris so happy before.” His gaze fell behind Ava’s shoulder, and Ava’s gaze followed. “Look at them,” he chuckled. “I feel like I’m watching a romantic comedy, it’s ridiculous how cute they are together.”

“Cue the montage music,” Ava agreed, smiling.

You and Chris were outside on the grass and on a blanket, laughing as you fed each other cake. Chris scoffed when you booped his nose with some of the cream, then pounced and tackled you under him. He nuzzled his creamy nose into your neck, making you shriek with laughter as you tried to push him off you. He stopped nuzzling, but remained on top of you as he dipped his head to kiss your lips. Your arms snaked around his neck and you smiled when he broke the kiss, lifting your head to kiss him again.

“I guess there is a perfect someone for everybody,” Sebastian said as his gaze returned to Ava.

Now Sebastian didn’t know if Ava was perfect for him yet, but it sure did feel that way. They had a lot in common; the same interests, principles, values, and personality traits. On paper, they were perfect for each other. In theory, they could last a lifetime. But love wasn’t something you could figure out scientifically, there were other things to consider like romance, chemistry, and passion. Sebastian and Ava definitely had that, they had a connection that couldn’t be ignored even over the phone. All that was well and good, but neither could really judge how well they would work together until a date happened. A date was always going to be the deciding factor to whether or not two people could work. Would sparks fly when their lips touched? Would his heart flutter when a smile broke out on her face? Would her laughter sound like music to his ears? Would he have her to stand by him through everything? Would he be able to wake up next to her for the rest of his life?

These were all questions that could only be asked when he started dating her, or should one say when he summed up the courage to ask her out. He’d been contemplating for a while now, afraid if he asked too soon he’d seem pushy, or cocky- like he expected her to say yes because she was a fan of his. But then again, if he wanted too long there was the chance of her getting swept off her feet by another man. That feeling was not a fun one to feel, even if it was only for thirteen hours. That was what Chris told him anyway, when he thought he lost you to Sam. He then asked Sebastian to turn to his heart and listen to what it had to say about Ava, and to trust his heart. Chris did with you, from the moment he approached you at the airport to the moment he decided to propose to you. It worked out well for Chris, so why wouldn’t it for him? After all, this was your best friend he was planning to date. There was a reason someone like you called her your best friend; there was a reason Chris was supporting your decision to get them together; and there was a reason Sebastian liked her from the first time he heard you talking about her.

Sebastian’s head cocked slightly as he watched Ava watch you and Chris. He refocused his gaze onto the two of you, smiling when he thought back to what Chris told him: “My mind was convinced I was making a mistake, but my heart? It told me that not taking the chance would be the biggest mistake and it was right. Look at where I am, look at who I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. She is my everything now, Seb, all because I trusted my heart. Do the same with Ava, take a chance.” Sebastian wasn’t going to do what Chris almost did, he wasn’t going to let his mind get in the way of a possible happily ever after. He was going to do what Chris, and his heart told him to do instead, and that was to take a chance.

“Hey, um- Ava?”

“Yeah?” Ava turned to him.

“How would you like to join me for dinner tomorrow night?”

“Like-” Ava swallowed her nerves. “Like-” she cleared her throat when she heard it quiver. “Do you mean like dinner here with Chris and Y/N?” She held her breath when she saw him smile, lowering his gaze and letting his long lashes flutter as he chuckled. “Or do you mean a- a…” She trailed off breathlessly, unable to speak as her dreams were finally coming true.

“A date,” Sebastian finished for her. “Would you like to go on a date with me, Ava?” He asked and felt his heart flutter when a smile broke out on her face. That was one question answered, one feeling checked off his list. “So…” He pressed when she didn’t say anything. “Is that a…” He trailed off, and her smiled widened as she finished for him.

“A yes.”

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