your beard is growing on me

Mrs Willison’s Homemade Jam

by reddit user FamilialDichotomy

As a child, I was a picky eater like I assume most children are. As my parents tell it, my eating habits transcended normal childhood proclamations of “I don’t like broccoli!” and evolved into a refusal to eat absolutely anything of substance. Things other children might eat and enjoy like chicken nuggets, spaghetti, or even a hot dog were shunned by toddler me. It got to the point, they say, where they and my paediatrician became concerned for my health.

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Most iconic moments from Beauty and the Beast (2017)
  • Le Fou trying to spell Gaston - G-A-S-T-i think there’s another T but it’s occurred to me I’m illiterate and have never attempted to spell it before wow this is hard 
  • Belle turning down Gaston’s dinner invite and he’s like “Oh, you’re busy” and Belle just says “No” like bitch apply cold water to your burn.
  • Cogsworth’s wife turning up at the end and him wishing he could turn back into a clock
  • Beast’s “makeover” to impress Belle- that makeup though 
  • “Have you thought about growing a beard” and that grOWL AFTERWARDS
  • Ewan McGregor and his terrible French accent
  • Beast literally taking Belle doWN with that big ass snowball 
  • HAHA WHAT WEST WING THERE IS NO WEST WING WE’RE GOING TO THE EAST WING OR AS I LIKE TO CALL IT THE ONLY WING 
  • Those three women that keep pining over Gaston turn up and Le Fou leans in and stage whispers “Never gonna happen” 
  • Those three dudes getting Schuyler sister makeovers and the third one owning it
  • Everyone forgetting about Gaston at the end like did his corpse disappear or is it laying on the grounds somewhere and everyone just left him to rot
  • Le Fou trying to comfort Gaston by telling him to think back to the war where he killed all those dudes
  • Maurice: Hey look a nice meal thank you kind person. Maurice: A FUCKING TALKING CUP WHAT AM I HIGH I’M LEAVING GOODBYE
  • Le Fou being concerned that the castle has ghosts when a literal beast lives in it
  • The Beast giving Belle a library just to prove she has horrible taste in literature
  • “Have you read all of these books???” “No, some of them are in Greek” and Belle being all “Was that a joke are you trying to joke omg”
  • Gaston being French and having no clue what Je Ne Sais Quoi means
  • Gaston complimenting himself in the mirror like “you are the most beautiful I’m not done with you yet”
  • MR POTTS AND MRS POTTS AT THE END THEY’RE SO CUTE OMG
  • Disney actually acknowledging that not all relationships are between one white male and one white female like there’s love all over the place in this movie BLESS 
Hello - Newt x Reader

Prompt: A little drabble! Soulmate AU where everyone is born with the first words their soulmate says to them tattooed on their wrist. Reader is completely fed up with her quest to find her soulmate, as the only hint she has is the incredibly vague black letters that have always been stamped across her wrist.

Warnings: Swearing, bullying, use of alcohol, harassment and unwanted advances

God, you hated your soulmate tattoo.

What sort of a soulmate tattoo was “hello”? You had detested it your entire life. What vague-ass higher power had decided when they gave you your tattoo to stop at “hello”? How would you know for sure when you met your soulmate? Couldn’t they have elaborated a little bit? Just a few more words? A proper sentence that you could actually recognize your soulmate with? But no, you were stuck with the most common greeting in the English language tattooed permanently into your skin. Hello. What absolute bullshit.

Every time someone greeted you with that simple phrase, your eyes would narrow, you would square your shoulders, and you would spit back the most distinct and unmistakable response you possibly could. You were not going to be the soulmate couple that had “hello” on both of your wrists. Your lucky, lucky soulmate probably had something ridiculous, like “Whatever you say,” or “Did you know that a hippopotamus’s sweat is red?” because you absolutely had to stand out, and you made sure that your replies to “hello” always did. There was no other way to be sure that anyone and everyone who said “hello” to you wasn’t your soulmate.

What a useless tattoo.

All throughout your school years at Ilvermorny, you were completely embarrassed to show people your tattoo. Unfortunately, when your classmates found out, they had great fun sending people you had never spoken to before up to say “hello” to you.

Your reaction was always hilarious, so they kept doing it. Your responses ranged from “Go fuck yourself,” to “Nice try guys, but I’ve already spoken with her before,” to straight up punching one student right in the jaw when he got a little too friendly with his hands as he delivered his “hello”.

You started to feel a little bad for your actual soulmate as your replies increased in hostility. They probably had a particularly colorful quote of yours. “Go to hell,” perhaps, or maybe “Who the fuck put you up to it this time?”

When you graduated, your defensive nature had thankfully melted a little. You had switched to solely offering people fun animal facts whenever they said “hello” to you, and it was far less stressful. “Seahorse mates hold each other’s tails so they don’t lose each other,” was a favorite of yours, as was “Cows have best friends.”

One evening, you were at a bar with your roommates Queenie and Tina, and you were in no mood for advances from anyone. You had decided to date, as many people with soulmates do, just to pass time while you waited for your soulmate to arrive, but your recent significant other had found their soulmate and left you in the dust. It was incredibly depressing, and you just really wanted a drink.

A man waltzed up to you, sliding into the chair beside you and offering a hand to shake. “Hello,” he said with a grin. You looked over at him, as annoyed as you were drunk, and reached out to flip his arm over and look at his wrist.

“Alright, let’s get this over with I’m not in the mood to think of a fun fact,” you grumbled, pulling back his sleeve to look at his wrist.

It wasn’t really with disappointment that you read the words “I’m so sorry I ran over your dog,” in black ink on his wrist, and you patted his hand drunkenly.

“Good luck with that one, buddy,” you slurred, getting to your feet and heading toward the door. He blinked after you, bewildered, and then returned to his drink.

Such was a usual encounter for you, and by the time Tina dragged a certain magizooligist into your home, you were sick and tired of your goddamn animal facts.

“Queenie, (y/n)!” Tina called out to you. You peeked your head around the corner where you were helping Queenie mend dresses, and you saw with a pang of confusion that Tina had brought two men along with her.

Queenie voiced your amazement, grinning and chirping “Teenie! You brought men home!”

You approached your friend, not bothering with the fact that you were clad in only a slip, and you blinked at her in disbelief. “Who are they?”

“This is a no-maj, and this is Mr. Scamander. He’s responsible for his injuries,” Tina said wearily, pointing her finger at the sweaty, overwhelmed man who offered you a disoriented half-smile before fixing his gaze back on Queenie, who giggled.

Mr. Scamander gave you a little wave. “Hello,” he said.

You let out a slow puff of air, your frustration resurfacing as your hand shot forward to grab his wrist. “Merlin’s Beard, just show me the goddamn tattoo,” you grumbled without thinking. You were in total shock when you slipped his sleeve back and found yourself face-to-face with your own words.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, and he looked just as startled. A hush fell over the room, and you felt your face grow hot. “Sorry about that,” you mumbled apologetically, unable to drop your gaze from his.

“That’s quite alright,” he said softly, his lips twitching upward in a small smile. “It’s quite the conversation piece,” he teased, and you found yourself chuckling.

“You had better be worth all the trouble my ridiculous tattoo has caused,” you teased back. The other three people in the room were watching the two of you, completely taken aback.

“I think for the most part people usually find me to be more trouble than I am worth,” he confessed, his eyes sparkling.

You dropped his hand at last, your face red and your heart pounding with embarrassment. “We’ll see about that,”

This is such a silly idea but I had to write it down so here u go

def not my best work but I hope u enjoy!! I literally didn’t even proofread this so it’s probs full of errors and bad transitions but pls enjoy this dumb little drabble!! (two fics in two days, who am I and what have I done with puk)

Bagginshield - I Sit Beside the Fire (Sansûkh)

“He lifted his other hand and allowed it to drift through the wispy white spiderweb of Bilbo’s hair. ‘I am glad you grew old,’ he said in a low voice. ‘Whatever the reason, I am glad one of us did. Still, I find I hate that you grew old without me. Would you laugh at my grey beard, I wonder? Would we barricade ourselves against each winter, wrapping ourselves in your quilts and complaining about our bones? Would we grow more alike as time passed; my mannerisms becoming yours, your words becoming mine?’”


Fanart for Chapter 10 of determamfidd’s fic, Sansûkh. Thorin expressing regret that he could not grow old with Bilbo broke my fragile little heart ;_; Totes recommend this fic if you’re ready for an EPIC read.

SPOILERS

All of my favorite BatB2017 quotes, in somewhat chronological order.  Feel free to add some if you want!

  • “Every prince, every dog has his day…" 
  • "Where did you run off to this week?" 
  • "It’s not going to happen, ladies." 
  • "You are the wildest, most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.  Nobody deserves you." 
  • "Not that one, but you know……books." 
  • "It’s alright, Philipe, just a bit of snow….in June…" 
  • "Ah, a man of taste!” “He was talking about me!" 
  • "Mum said not to move, because it might be scary.  Sorry.” “…It’s alright.” (Runs the hell away) 
  • “Belle, he means forever!  Apparently that’s what happens when you pick a flower!" 
  • "A life sentence for a rose?” “I received eternal damnation for one!" 
  • "Don’t be afraid.” “I’m not afraid…and I will escape, I promise." 
  • ”‘Once this door closes, it will not open again! Rawr!’ I know, he is so dramatic!“ 
  • "How can I be strong when you make me so weak…?" 
  • “A broken clock is right two times a day, mon ami, but this is not one of those times.”
  • "I have no taste buds but I can tell this is exquisite!" 
  • "Ah, quietly, sotto voce.  Of course…are there any other tasteless demands you wish to make upon my artistry?" 
  • “Too much?” “Yyyyyyyep.”
  • "Is that fair?” “I don’t care." 
  • “G-A-S-T…I believe there’s another T…it just occurred to me that I’m illiterate and never had to spell it out loud before…”
  • “I’ve been told I’m clingy, but I don’t get it.”
  • "How in the midst of all this sorrow can so much hope and love endure?" 
  • "Think of the one thing you’ve always wanted.  Now find it in your mind’s eye and feel it in your heart." 
  • “Was that a joke?  Are you making jokes now?”
  • “The air is blue and keen and cold…”
  • “Easy to remember, harder to move on, knowing the Paris of my childhood…is gone…”
  • All of Evermore.  All of it.
  • "There’s a beast running wild, there’s no question; but I fear the wrong monster’s released…" 
  • “This is dangerous.” “Yes.  Yes it is.”
  • "And you must be his grandmother!” “Grandmother?! ATTACK!" 
  • "Sorry, old friend.  It’s hero time." 
  • "I’m coming, my darling…the fat lady is siIIIIIIinging!" 
  • “Little boys…be free, be free, be freeeeeee!”
  • "How d’you like your tea?  Piping hot, or boiling?" 
  • "Silence that 'arpsichord!" 
  • "You’re too good for him, anyway.  What do you say we get back to it?" 
  • "I am not a beast." 
  • “Amore, no!  Don’t leave me…”
  • “It was—an honor to—serve with y….”  “…the honor…was mine.” 
  • “Turn back into a clock, turn back into a clock…”
  • “How do you feel about growing a beard?” (and what came after)
  • “Nature points the way, nothing left to say…”

This was going to be a comic, but then I went overboard with the art because I was having too much fun, so you get a one shot instead. 

Older Married Domestic Klance Fluff                          Rated: G


A Hairy Situation

“Keith! It’s happening!” Lance groaned.

“What’s happaping?” Keith mumbled with his toothbrush in his mouth.

“My youth is leaving and taking my hair with it,” Lance replied dramatically as he parted the hair along his growing forehead.

Keith spit unceremoniously and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Oh, your hair? That’s been happening for a while now. You should see the back.”

“What?!?!” Lance patted the back of his head and frowned. It was indeed getting thinner.

“You’re just noticing now?” Keith asked incredulously, failing to see what the big deal was. Getting older was a fact of life for those lucky enough to do so. Plus, family history wasn’t doing Lance any favours. A fact that Keith liked to remember every time Lance commented on his “mullet” when they were younger.

“Maybe I have been in denial, Keith. Maybe I only faced the cold facts of reality because I was looking for grays after I noticed yours.”

“What?!?!” Keith ran his fingers through his still thick, still mostly black locks and peered deeply into the mirror. Maybe he wasn’t ready to reach his silver back years, just yet.

Keith noticed a few strands of silver, mostly at his temples, but they were hardly noticeable. Lance was being petty.

“You’re just jealous,” Keith teased as he turned to Lance.

Lance pouted.

Keith sighed and ran his hands down Lance’s arm, squeezing his muscles as he made his way to his hands in a gesture of comfort.

“You grow a pretty great beard though,” Keith complimented. “I can’t believe that only took you a week. I’ve been growing mine forever.”

“I only grew it, hoping you’d tell me to shave it, so I could tell you to shave yours,” Lance retorted.  

Keith rolled his eyes and huffed, causing his bangs to fluff and settle.

“Well, I think you look handsome, beard or no beard, hair or no hair. I love you and always will. Even when we are old and you are as bald as Pipo,” Keith smiled endearingly.

Though Lance wasn’t sure what he thought about being as bald as Pipo was, he smiled, his ‘you think so’ smile and pulled Keith into his arms. He kissed him softly on the lips.

“It’s kinda like kissing a bear, but better than prickles,” Keith commented.

“A bear, eh?” Lance chuckled and moved around him so he could scoop Keith into a bear hug and rub his chin into the crook of Keith’s neck. He ran his fingers over Keith’s ribs for good measure.

Keith yelped and fake struggled, both of them knowing he could escape if he really wanted too. The tickling turned into play fighting and for a few moments, two grown men, wrestled like puppies, on the bathroom floor.

Their rough-housing was interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door and the small voice of a small girl.

“Daddys, what are you doing in there. I have to pee.”

who’s scruffy looking?

in which clarke has ~a thing~ for bellamy’s beard

happy late birthday to @prosciuttoe​; sorry this isn’t furry enough for you 🌚

wc: 4 951
rated m | read on ao3

As with most things, Raven is partially to blame.

(“I don’t understand why you’re also blaming me ,” mutters Miller mulishly, “ She’s the one who made the bet with him. I had nothing to do with their bullshit ideas.”

“You spurred them on,” says Clarke, and he rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny it.)

It starts when Miller returns from vacationing with his dad up in the mountains sporting a full beard.

His beard isn’t really anything new to them- normally he just errs on the side of scruffy, but has been known to grow it out once in a while, especially back when they were in college- so there’s just the general ribbing and maybe one or two pointed comments dropped by Monty before they ignore it.

And then Bellamy gets drunk.

Bellamy doesn’t usually get drunk when they go out; in fact he’s usually the one still annoyingly sober while they do stupid shit like climbing up on the tables or trying to rewire the jukebox. But it is the start of summer break and all his AP students passed their exams so if there was an occasion for overdoing the celebratory drinking, this would be it.

Drunken Bellamy is even sort of cute, far more tactile and vocal about his affection. Which is why it’s no surprise that as the night wears on, they find him gently stroking Miller’s cheek murmuring all sorts of nonsense while Miller looks three seconds away from throttling him. Clarke sneaks a picture. She’s totally going to use this in a mood board when his birthday comes around.

“I’m so jealous of your beard,” he slurs, just a little, and Miller slaps his fingers away. “I’ve always wanted a beard.”

“I don’t know if you’ve realised this,” says Raven, dropping in from seemingly out of nowhere, “But you’ve got all the components you need to grow a beard, Blake.”

Miller snorts at the exact same moment Bellamy’s face falls. “Yeah, no. Theoretically he might have them but trust me on this. Blake is as bare faced as they come.”

Raven’s eyes practically light up at that and her head snaps back to look at him. “You can’t grow a beard?” she asks delightedly.

“Of course I can grow a beard,” he grumbles.

“Then how come we’ve never seen you with one?”

“Because it’s uncomfortable .”

“Uh huh, sure. That’s why.” She lifts an eyebrow. “I bet you can’t grow a full beard like Miller’s before the month’s up.”

“Easiest fucking bet you’ve ever made, Reyes,” says Miller, and Bellamy elbows him in the ribs.

“I can totally grow a beard in the next three weeks,” he protests. “I don’t need to prove that to you.”

“Methinks the man doth protests too much,” she says in a sing-song voice, and his scowl deepens.

“I’m not protesting. And that’s not the quote.”

“Come on,” she wheedles, “Fifty bucks says you can’t.”

He glowers at her for one last moment before finally caving. “Fine,” he sighs, sticking his hand out for her to shake. She does so rather enthusiastically and Clarke already knows that this is going to be a disaster. “I’ll take your stupid bet.”

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The Night Ahead (Part 2)

summary: bucky came out of cryostasis after just a few months. with the help of steve, he’s trying to piece the fractions of his mind back together. while flipping through old HYDRA files, he remembers something from his days as the winter soldier: you.

pairing: bucky x reader (sort of?? it’s complicated)

series contains: angsty angst, sadness, bucky reliving memories as the Winter Soldier, violence, people die a lot, bucky trying to cope, really awful translations of German, Russian, and Romanian (thanks to google translate i apologize in advance)

a/n: thank you for all the nice comments and love for this fic! i appreciate it and love you all for it. hopefully this part is just as enjoyable as the first, and it’s now from the reader’s perspective. also, i had issues with the tags last time. almost half of the people didn’t end up getting tagged? so hopefully tumblr isn’t an asshole this time. MASTER LIST | PART ONE

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The Belmont Inn sat in solidarity upon one of the many hills located in rural Montana. Looking upon the Inn from the town nestled in the valley below, there’s a single winding road that reached the Inn’s entrance. The Inn itself had been around since the early 1900s but received a facelift a couple of years ago. It was one of those buildings that were created with the intent to merge with the surrounding environment rather than stand out. Made from spruce wood, both the inside as well as the outside reminded people of the old country. It was impressive, but an overall simple architectural feat. It was one of my favorite places.

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Migraine Relief - Finn Balor

Here is a short sneak peek at one of the fics I am currently working on. It is going to be the one Finn Balor!

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“You are a sweetheart, you know that?”

He gives a slight shrug, lowering his eyes from mine, “Well, I had also read something that I thought might help you get over your migraine quicker.” He says with a sly grin on him face.

“What is it? I’m willing to try anything if it takes this pain away sooner. Nothing else seems to work.”

His grin grows and he pushes himself up slightly, tossing the covers off of us. I look at him confused, “What are you…?”

He cuts me off by placing a finger on my lips. “Shh, just turn over on ta ya back. Let me take care of ya. I’ll make ya feel real good.”


I gasp, pushing my head back against the pillows, feeling Finn’s beard scrape against my bare skin as he drags his lips up my inner thigh. When he reaches my clothes pussy, he runs his tongue up my covered slit. I let out a loud moan, gripping the sheet tightly as I buck up towards his mouth.

“Finn… please…”

He chuckles. I am going insane and he laughs at me. I try to glare at him, but it does not last when he repeats the action again and again. I shudder at the feel of his tongue pressing against my clit through my panties.

“Oh God… Finn, please stop teasing me!”

He pulls back slightly, making me whine and with a devilish grin,

“As you wish love.”

He slowly pulls my panties down my legs, tossing them to the floor. With a wink, Finn buries his face between my legs, his tongue wasting no time going right for my clit.

“FINN!!” I moan out his name arching my back as my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Fuck, I knew he had to be good at using that tongue of his.

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anonymous asked:

I NEED A LITTLE TINY BLURB ABOUT HOLDING HARRY BC HE IS DISAPPOINTED IN HIS PERFORMANCE BUT YOU KNOW HE WAS SO GOOD AND LOTS OF KISSES AND PRAISE AND REASSURANCE

I’ve been waiting to answer this but it’s been hurting me all night so here we go.

He comes off stage and yanks the ear piece out of his ear– admittedly harder than he anticipated. He storms past everyone and towards dressing room. He’s trying his hardest to focus on the task at hand, which is changing quick enough for the next skit, but he can’t.

It was too much. He was too nervous. And he shouldn’t have been, of course. He knew he was rusty and hadn’t performed live in ages but THIS?! This was nowhere near what he was expecting of himself.

The cast and crew buzzes around him, while the costume people follow him into the room. He hears compliments and praises but he only vaguely registers them. All he can think is how bad he sounded.

And then he hears his name, and he’s brought back to attention. His head snaps up while he unbuttons his jacket, and he can feel the costume crew trying to get it off of him. When he meets your eyes, you’re smiling. You’re rushing over to him, trying to get around the crowd. You can’t really get close to him at the moment, but you hold his gaze with the biggest smile. “Baby that was amazing!”

“Yeah?” And the way he says it isn’t happy. You all shuffle quickly into his dressing room as he continues. “Well I don’t know what performance you were watching but it wasn’t mine.”

Your smile drops suddenly. “I… what?”

Harry shimmies out of his shirt while someone hands him his next jacket for his costume. “It was shit,” he continues, cooperating as much as he can with the crew while still talking to you. “Vocals were shit. My throat is shit.”

A voice is heard through a radio on one of the crew member’s belts. “Ten minutes till places.”

You shake your head. “Harry what…. what are you talking about?”

Harry’s pants come down and he steps out of them, buttoning up his new jacket. “You know what m'talking about, y/n. You know it was shit.”

It breaks your heart to hear him being so hard on himself. You sigh. “Well I disagree.”

Harry lets out a sarcastic little laugh as someone combs back his hair to put a new wig on his head. “Course you do.”

Your eyebrow furrow. “Harry, what is wrong with you?”

“Can we discuss this in a moment please?!” And that makes you stop. Harry tilts his head as someone begins putting glue on his face for a fake beard. You know he’s not trying to be an asshole, he’s just frustrated at himself. And you knew it just from watching it on that stage. So you sigh, walking over to the little couch in his room and sitting.

You watch as he cooperates with everyone dressing him. As he transforms into a new character, some type of soldier. He’s adorable and so handsome but he’s frowning. Eyebrows furrowed, lips in a hard line. And you want nothing more than to help him.

Minutes go by until he’s fully transformed, and he giggles a little looking at himself in the mirror, although he’s still grumpy. “Thanks,” he says softly to the crew. “Looks good.”

They remind him he has 7 minutes till places and he nods, thanking them again and again until all of them have left the room. And then…. the silence.

He looks at you with a blank face, and when you offer him a smile, he sighs and slumps into his seat. He is no longer the defensive grump he was minutes ago. He’s vulnerable. He’s sad. And he’s all but verbally asking you to comfort him.

So you sigh, standing and walking over to him. You sit on his lap, reaching under his now beard-covered chin, and tilt his head so he’s looking at you. He’s so hard on himself, and that’s one thing you know all too well. You offer him a smile. “Hey.”

“It was bad, y/n.” His voice is quiet and vulnerable, and you frown. “Really bad.” He shakes his head. “I was so much better at rehearsals. This was so…. disappointing.”

“Heyyy,” you say, rubbing his cheek softly with your thumb. “Baby. That was perfect. It was raw and emotional and….. beautiful.”

He smiles softly but you can tell he isn’t convinced. “You’re sweet. Wrong, but sweet.”

You giggle. “NOT wrong. I mean it. The only person disappointed in you is… well, you.” You lift his little soldier cap and kiss his forehead. “That’s a hard song to sing, baby. For so many reasons. Not one person could’ve done better, do you know that? You did what billions of people wish they could do. You got up there and you sang something so personal to you, dedicated to someone who meant…. god, SO much to you. And it was beautiful.” You give him a quick and smiley peck. “You’re beautiful.”

He smiles up at you as you hold his face. “Baby. How do you always know what to say to me?”

You shrug. “I know you. And I know you’re so hard on yourself and it breaks my heart. I don’t want you to be like that.”

He lets out a sigh, and his eyes lower to your lips. “Kiss me.”

You giggle, pressing your lips to his. He inhales deeply through his nose and wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you closer on his lap. He smiles as the kiss deepens, and he gives you an affectionate little scratch on your back.

You pull away with a cheeky little grin. “I’ve got some more plans to show you just how proud I am of you, you know. As soon as we get back to the hotel.”

He smirks, moving his eyes slowly between your lips to your eyes and back as he lets out a little hum of satisfaction. “Mm, do you?”

You nod. “Mhm. But for now,” you kiss him again, “you have to go back out there. And don’t let this ruin the rest of your night. And kiss me again.”

He chuckles, lips ghosting against yours when he speaks. “Of course.”

When he pulls away he sighs. “Wanna stay right here.”

“No no, you have to go,” you say softly. “Although…. this costume is…. really doing things for me.”

He snorts this time. “Yeah? Think we could try some war roleplay?”

You giggle, nodding and kissing him again. You bite at your lip when you pull away. “Just….. don’t ever grow a beard like that.”

He pretends to be offended. “Oi. Y'dont like this?”

“It looks silly.”

“Don’t think this would feel good between your legs?”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t deny the sudden pang you feel between your legs. “Definitely not.”

He shakes his head. “Pity.” With one more quick kiss, he rises to his feet. You think he’s going to head out of the room, but instead, he pulls you into him for a long, warm hug. He holds you for longer than you expected, but you aren’t complaining.

“Thank you,” he says quietly. “I love you so much.”

HTTYD ask meme
  • Making this ‘cause why not. Spread and share as you like!
  • 1. How would you handle living on Berk?
  • 2. How do you think you'd be different if you grew up on Berk?
  • 3. Yaks, chicken, or sheep?
  • 4. The chicken is not amused. What did you do wrong?
  • 5. Favorite dragon species?
  • 6. What type of dragon would you like to ride? Is that different from the dragon you'd most likely ride?
  • 7. How would your first flight on a dragon turn out?
  • 8. On a scale of Snotlout to Hiccup, how are your dragon riding skills?
  • 9. Would you get into trouble on Berk?
  • 10. Would you try Astrid's yaknog?
  • 11. Coolest dragon?
  • 12. Scariest dragon?
  • 13. Most unique dragon?
  • 14. Favorite dragon class?
  • 15. Suggest a new dragon species. What does it look like? What are its powers? etc.
  • 16. If YOU were a dragon, what would you be?
  • 17. Any underappreciated dragon species you want to give a callout to?
  • 18. What do you think Stoick does with all his wooden duck carvings?
  • 19. The dragon riders can visit anywhere in the world, any place in history. Where would you suggest they go?
  • 20. You, Hiccup, Snotlout, and Tuffnut are now roommates in an apartment. How well does this work out?
  • 21. You, Astrid, Heather, and Ruffnut are now roommates in an apartment. How well does this work out?
  • 22. What do you think the dragon riders are like as old women and men?
  • 23. Which character do you relate the most to?
  • 24. How well do your know your dragon stats?
  • 25. Who would you want to spend a day with? Who would be your best friend?
  • 26. How would you handle the twins' pranks? Loki'd!
  • 27. You and Snotlout are on patrol together. What happens?
  • 28. Which character would you get along with the least?
  • 29. Anyone on Berk you'd date? I hear Bucket is single...
  • 30. Axes, swords, hammers, bows and arrows, or maces?
  • 31. What would your house look like on Dragon's Edge?
  • 32. What is your favorite house on Dragon's Edge?
  • 33. What's your favorite island? (outside of Berk)
  • 34. Favorite villain?
  • 35. How would you handle being kidnapped by the Outcasts?
  • 36. Give the dragon riders superpowers. What can each of them do?
  • 37. Favorite track in the HTTYD or HTTYD 2 OST?
  • 38. Favorite ship?
  • 39. Favorite friendship?
  • 40. Favorite dragon-rider duo?
  • 41. Favorite secondary or background character?
  • 42. Suggest a new pairing. Why would it work?
  • 43. I want these two characters to spend more time together...
  • 44. Come up with a crack pairing.
  • 45. Have any HTTYD OCs?
  • 46. Suggest a new AU (or mention an AU you like).
  • 47. Suggest a new crossover (or mention one you like).
  • 48. List off your top three fandoms. Now combine them with HTTYD. What would the crossover be like?
  • 49. List off any three of your fandoms and combine them with HTTYD for the weirdest crossover you can think of.
  • 50. Do you think any of the dragon riders have children? Have any headcanons about the next generation?
  • 51. Favorite thing about your favorite character?
  • 52. Tell me a character and I'll give you a headcanon.
  • 53. Tell me a character and I'll give you a favorite quote.
  • 54. Tell me a show, movie, or movie short and I'll tell you a favorite scene.
  • 55. Have you read the books? If so, which book is your favorite?
  • 56. Suggest a DreamWorks Dragons episode plot.
  • 57. Who's an underappreciated character and why do you appreciate them?
  • 58. You have to give each of the dragon riders awards. What awards do you give everyone?
  • 59. Who has the best hairstyle?
  • 60. Should Hiccup, Fishlegs, Snotlout, and Tuffnut grow beards?
  • 61. Who has the best outfit?
  • 62. How would you react if Snotlout started hitting on you?
  • 63. How would you react if Ruffnut started hitting on you?
  • 64. Do you know all the lyrics in "For the Dancing and the Dreaming?"
  • 65. Let's be mean. How do you think each of the dragon riders will die?
  • 66. How did you enter the HTTYD fandom?
  • 67. When did you enter the HTTYD fandom?
  • 68. What made you fall in love with How to Train Your Dragon?
  • 69. What is something you didn't initially think about but grew to love about HTTYD?
  • 70. What is the BEST thing (to you) about HTTYD and its franchise?
Would Never Call It Love Part 6 | Calum Hood

Inspired by the break up scene between Ross and Rachel in Friends. THIS IS NOT THE LAST PART. Part 7 will be the last part of this story. Hopefully you all enjoy. Inbox me your thoughts!

Previous parts 1 2 3 4 5

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After more thrilling shows with Ashton’s sweaty hugs and the exhilarating crowd heard from miles away, we all found ourselves here back at the hotel we were all staying at after the most recent show. All except, of course, Calum and Nia. Arzalyea and I were perched on the comfy bed near the edge, while the rest of the boys were sitting on the ground in a mini circle. Michael thought it would be fun to play a drinking game, a twist on spin the bottle. Instead of kissing someone that the bottle lands on, that person gets to mix a drink for you in private and you have to drink the whole thing. We had ingredients from things like vodka to horseradish. So, by midnight my throat was burning, eyes watering, and I felt the giggles come along as time went on. 

“Y/N, since you’re the most adventurous, how about we steam it up a little?” Luke suggested.

“And how are you proposing we mix it up?” I said, then continued to drink my orange juice chaser.

“Next person the bottle lands on, you have to take a body shot from.” My face cringed at the thought, but the already coursing rum and vodka running through my body made me nod my head, wanting to prove that I don’t back down. 

“Fine Hemmings, I just hope your girlfriend won’t kill me if it lands on you sucker.” I smirked to Arz who just pretend puked, and then laughed.

I spun the bottle at a moderate pace and it started to slow near the boys side. Once the bottle stopped, it landed on my now boyfriend, Ashton. He smiled proudly, already pulled off his shirt and laying down horizontally on the bed. I covered my mouth, embarrassed, as Luke poured a sloppy shot into Ashton’s bellybutton. He giggled at the odd feeling, but his eyes dug into mine, wanting to so badly feel my lips on a pretty sensitive part of his body.

“Now drink, sucker.” Luke mocked, and I pulled my hair back using my hand. As my lips pressed into his firm stomach, my lips rounded around the hole filled with liquor, and slurped it up, even using my tongue to clean it all up. I could feel Ashton tightened under me, and I swore I could hear a faint moan escape his mouth, even over the noises of everyone in the room. I sat up setting my hair in place and cleaned my mouth with the back of my hand, smiling proudly. But the room died down in commotion when we all heard the hotel door open. I was facing away from the door while everyone was facing it dead on, and bulging eyes told me it could only be one person. My head slowly turned around before my body, meeting his eyes. 

He was clutching his phone, water bottle, and wallet all in one hand, and all stared at us with a straight face. There’s a certain way you can tell when Calum is mad. His shoulders are far more back and brooding than a normal man, his brows hand low on his face with a slight downward curve, and his bottom lip juts out more along with his chin. To make the whole situation not seem awkward, I turned back around, as Ashton brought his hand to my knee to calm me down.

“Hey bro, thought you were gonna be with Nia the entire night?” Michael asked, and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“I broke up with her.” The whole room seemed as if someone pressed the paused button on a remote, and the whole room fell silent. The only noise to be heard was the slight ringing in the air. Everyone’s eyes, even Ashton’s, fell upon me, as if I was suppose to have some response or reaction to this statement. However, I didn’t budge, and kept my ‘non-concerned’ composure. Deep down, though, my heart began to race in my chest and got louder with each pump to the point where I almost couldn’t hear anything else.

“Nobody ask any questions, I’m going to bed. Hope you all are having fun.” He said sternly. I could feel his eyes digging into the back of my head, as he left the room to the second bedroom next door that was connected to the room we were in. As the door slammed shut, I jumped, and Ashton placed his hands on my shoulders. I heard everyone let out a shaky breathe, and the room seemed quieter than before.

“So, I think we’re going to head out, probably down at the lobby to the bar, you’re open to join us but until then, night Y/N, night Ashton.” Luke said, more hushed than his normal voice, and all 3 slipped out of the room without a single peep.

I could feel my mouth hanging open, and the build up in my chest that contemplated coming out in the form of tears, as I stared at the messy comforter beneath me.

“I think you should talk to him Y/N…” Ashton whispered, both of our heads now hanging. I trembled feeling his hands dropping from the comfortable position on my shoulders. I could feel the lump in my throat growing by the second, knowing exactly what was bound to happen either in this moment, or very very soon.

“You’re the only one who could get through to him in this time.”

“But what about us…” I looked up to find Ashton already wiping away stray tears, and sniffled.

“We both know you never really felt anything for me. Well…I personally know now.” He looked up at me with red eyes. “But I know you’ve never liked me more than a best friend.”

“Ashton-”

“It stings. It hurts. it’s…heartbreaking. But I mostly blame myself.” More tears lunged from his eyes, as I sat up and grabbed his cheeks, making sure to wipe them away as they fell, some being stopped by his growing beard.

“Don’t-don’t say that please…”

“But I do. I blame myself for taking you away from him and making you question your feelings. I blame myself for confusing you. I blame myself for taking you for my own when I didn’t even think about you, I practically took advantage of you. But mostly, I blame myself from breaking Calum’s heart.”

“W-what, do you mean? I broke him Ashton, I told him I didn’t love him when I did, it was all my fault you hear me?” He shook his head, shutting his eyes.

“No, he loved you even after all of that. And I, being the extremely selfish best friend, took his girl for myself, not even blinking an eye. And I miss him, I mean we’re Cashton. We’re best friends, bandmates, brothers. And now, I think I completely ruined our relationship for good.” He smothered his face into my palm, holding onto my hand for needed strength. I felt my own tears well up in my eyes, but held myself together for Ashton’s sake. Even though he couldn’t see me, I nodded my head to his request from before.

“I’ll do it, I’ll talk to him.” He cracked his eyes open, and began using his cotton tee to wipe around his tears. He sniffled a couple of times, before giving me a slight smile and a final kiss on the forehead.

“So I guess this is it, huh?” I asked questioningly.

“Unfortunately so.” He combed through my hair, staring at me the loving way he always has. This was the last time he’d be able to, this close, this intimately. 

“I’m going to catch up with the others. Let me know how things go with Calum please.” I nodded, watching him get up, grab his coat, and smile at me one last time before closing the door, leaving me and the Maori boy separated.

I had the courage from the fading liquor to fully open his door without a knock, and saw him lazily lounging on the bed with only his sweatpants on. The room was dark, except for his phone light on his face. I flipped the switch next to the door, and walked in further to shut the door. His eyes squinted, and he did not look at all pleased to see me of all people.

“I was trying to sleep.”

“Obviously not, you were on your phone.”

He huffed out a chuckle, and threw his phone against the plush chair in the corner of the room with enough force to see the veins in his bicep protrude. 

“Look, Calum I didn’t come in here to fight I came in to talk.”

“No, leave. Get out. I don’t even want to see you right now, I can’t look at you.”

“You have no problem looking at me when you’re basically tonguing Nia down in front of me, or giving me a death glare when I’m in Ashton’s arms!”

“Oh yeah how’s your little boyfriend? You’re little fuck buddy?”

“We just broke up Calum!” His eyes caught mine as he sat on the edge of his bed.

I strolled over to sit on the front of the bed, while he remained facing away from me on the side. “Calum, we’ve had our fair share of mistakes. I made the mistake of sleeping with Ashton while I still loved you. And even though he was different, my mind never strolled away from you. It’s always been you.” I tried to slowly lay my hand on his defined back, but he jumped up, swatting me away as if I were a fly.

“Don’t, touch me. You don’t get to come in here, tell me you love me and expect things to get better, none of what you said makes it any better, it doesn’t work that way!”

I couldn’t say anything, I knew I was the one in the wrong when it came to him and I. If I never would’ve told him I didn’t love him, and then try to jeopardize his new found relationship with my own selfish feelings, this all wouldn’t have unraveled this way.

“You’re the one who bailed, you’re the one who ran away from your feelings when I broke our most implemented rule. And besides the lying problem, we have this whole problem to fix! How are you going to solve it? If you really love me like you say you do, how do you plan to make things better!”

“Calum…I did something, so incredibly stupid and selfish of me. I lied to you, I slept with someone else to get over you, I ruined your obviously better relationship because of my own love for you which isn’t fair to you or Nia. And as much as I would jump at the chance to redo everything…I can’t.” My voice was now cracking at this point due to fast hot tears flowing down my cheeks.

“But in the end I know that what we have is so much better than any other connection we could have with anyone else. What we have is something more than just a good fuck here and there, it was a growing friendship and genuine love for one another. In reality you are my best friend Cal, and the only person I’ve ever felt anything like this before. I love you Calum…”

I swiftly grabbed his hand, and brought it to my lips but again he jumped even farther away from me.

“I won’t just fall limp in your arms like I always have this time Y/N! I have always came back to you! Not again! ” He pointed a solid pointer finger at me, emphasizing his words directly toward me. “I think you need to leave, and I think you should get back together with Ashton.” He slowly walked toward the door to open it for me, but I quickly got up and pulled his shoulder to look at me but he didn’t even flinch, but however did stop in his tracks.

“No, no Cal we can work this out, the love we have for each other will help us work this out, finally, together!”

“Well that love fading.” My heart cracked at his words, hearing that he could possibly be falling out of love with me because of my own actions completely ripped me apart.

“Look, we have to work this out. There’s got to be a way Calum…please…” I ran in front of him and placed my pleading hands on his visible pecks, feeling his rapidly beating heart against my palms. “I don’t know what to do without you, I have nothing without you. There’s a void in my heart that can only be filled with you, I need you so badly…” My crying eyes looked deep into his now deep brown ones, feeling as if our souls were connecting as his bottom lip began to quiver.

“I don’t know what I would do without these gorgeous arms that protected me and kept me safe,’ I placed a kiss on his bicep, ‘without these hands that kept mine warm even if your own were frozen,’ I kissed his fingers, ‘without this cheeks that held a smile so bright and alive that I didn’t need to look at another art piece in the world,’ I kissed his cheek, ‘without these eyes that spoke to me when words weren’t needed,’ I kissed his eyelashes, ‘and without your heart, your amazing love-filled heart Calum.” I ended with kissing his chest, my lips longing to stay on his heated skin. For a minute, I could feel him want to grab me and hold me there for eternity, afraid of ever losing me again, but instead, he just stayed lifeless in front of me, his arms staying down by his sides.

“I can’t do it…you’re so different from when I first met you, you’re like this completely different person I don’t even know anymore. Whenever I look at you, I see Ashton,,,lying above you like when I caught you two…” 

At this point, Calum Hood had finally cracked.

“Just like I’m sure you see Nia’s face when you look into mine…”

“No, Calum no. All I see is you. Your beautiful, fun loving, kind hearted soul. You’re the best person there is and I’ll always see you, as you.”

“These couple months have completely changed everything Y/N…whether you like it or not…I just can’t keep doing this with you. All the lying, the sleeping around, the putting yourself before anyone else.” I looked up at him, trying to find in his eyes if he was telling the truth. He was.

“I would have given up everything I have, for you. I would’ve put myself in danger before I let so much as a finger lay on you. But now…those feelings are fading, because for once I am going to put myself before anybody else. It’s my turn to have some happiness.”

I pulled away, hand covering my mouth while the other laid on my hip.

“But this can’t be it I mean…this can’t be the end of us Calum…”

His never left my figure as he took in my physique one last time. The way my hair fell onto one side as I flipped it, the way my foot twitched because of my anxiousness, the way I bit my nail trying to for-see what was to come after this moment.

“Then how come it is?”

And this was the moment, I finally cracked.


Part 7 if y’all really want to know how this ends! I left this at a stand off point, but I have plans for a part 7. This part actually made me choke up because this Friends scene kills me. Request loves!

Common teenage problems in Hogwarts

1. Crushing
Hufflepuff: I am crushing on this cute guy but I think I should forget about him because he have a girlfriend

Ravenclaw: I am crushing on this guy but he have a girlfriend so I’ll just read a good novel to forget about him

Gryffindore: I have a crush on this guy but he have a girlfriend.. Meh I don’t care I’ll find another one

Slytherin: I have a crush on this guy but he have a girlfriend so I’ll just go and hex his girlfriend to ashes and get him..

2. Mood Swings


Hufflepuff: I am so sorry I’ve been like this I’ll help you out with your homework to make up for it..

Ravenclaw: Frequent mood swings? I should go to the library and read that book on harmonal changes again

Gryffindore: I was angry.. Then I was sad.. Then I was normal.. I guess I shouldn’t have had that firewisky..

Slytherin: you’re telling me I was having mood swings? So what I always have mood swings deal with it..

3. Periods

Hufflepuff: Oh dear thank God I have you guys!! I was scared at first! My house is the best!

Ravenclaw: I’ve read about it. I can deal with it and I can have chocolates too!

Gryffindore: I am not having cramps! Those are for cowards! (OH GOD SAVE ME I AM DYING) I am fine

Slytherins: Guys! That Gryffindore girl hexed me behind my back I guess! I am bleeding! Now she’ll bleed too!! I’ll take my revenge!

4. Beards and mustaches

Hufflepuff: Oh I am growing I can help younger students now!

Ravenclaw: Oh good now I’ll learn the correct way to shave now!!

Gryffindore: Guys whose your Daddy now!?!

Slytherins: Cool now I can tell the coach that why I should be the Quidditch captain!

“In the honour of pride days”

One and Only

Prompt: You need a little bit of T.L.C. after being shot on a mission and that includes a new roommate. You have a massive crush on him and he’s clueless.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,712

Warnings: violence, fluff

A/N: inspired by a song, shocker: one and only by adele. also….. BEARDED DOMESTIC STEVE ROGERS. let me know if you want to be tagged or anything.

Tagged: @defendors @marvelfandom-stuff @cchrriissuuu @katexbishopx @all-around-geek @thorne93

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Originally posted by charlesxsavier

Two months ago, it started out as any other mission. Steve, Bucky, and Sam lead the way and you followed behind with Natasha and Wanda. But it’s the ambush that wasn’t like all the other missions you’d been on. Natasha was taken out of the line with a swift kick to her stomach, and Wanda immediately went to her rescue, leaving you vulnerable. You took out a few of them with a few well timed and well aimed shots before you heard the shot and felt the overwhelming feeling of burning pain in your side.

It took you off your feet instantly and you fell to the ground as you gripped your stomach, trying to keep any sort of pressure on the wound. But the pressure you were attempting to put on it wasn’t enough and as you looked down, the blood made its appearance, leaking out passed your shaking hand and knuckles. You remember calling out for Natasha, Steve, anyone. But the ringing in your ears was all that answered you back. You heard some muffled shouting through your earpiece and then acoustically. And you remembered crawling on the ground, using all the strength you could muster into your arms, towards Natasha as she helped pull you to safety. Everything went black after that.

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p1ratew3nch  asked:

Poly Reaper76, Gabe and the S/O ganging up on Jack to get rid of that thing that died on his lip. (The mustache from the Daredevil skin.)

Poly Reaper76 fluff? Or fluff for Reaper and 76? (Let the old men be happy!)


It starts with Lena’s innocent observation that he and Genji are the only men she’s never seen with a beard. There’s silence as everyone in the room mentally divides the Overwatch agents into those with a beard and those without. And former Strike-Commander Morrison comes up as babyfaced as the man who without his mask is still occasionally asked for his ID when buying alcohol.

“It’s cause he can’t grow it.” Gabriel says, their most recent ally and all too happy to throw Jack under the bus. He’s still uncomfortable among the new agents, sticks to Jack and you for the most part and otherwise pretends he’s a lot more unaffected by teaming up with his former enemies than he really is.

“That’s a lie. He’s lying.” Jack looks around the room, willing everyone to accept his beard-growing skills. Tracer is doubtful, everyone else doesn’t even pretend to believe him.

“Babe, you’ve been shaving your smooth chin since our days in the SEP, you don’t fool me.”

Realising no one else will come to his aid, Jack turns to you.

“You believe me. Right?”

It’s a bit of an asshole-ish thing to do but instead of taking his side, you lean against Gabriel’s chair, tracing his beard with the pad of your thumb.

“I don’t know. Seems strange you never grew one. No shame in it if you can’t …”

“There’s probably pills for that.” Gabriel throws in and cackles, tipping his head back to beg a kiss off you.

“Maybe some stimulating cream.” you add, grinning against his lips.

Jack huffs and leaves, finishing his grand retreat with an ominous “Just you wait.”

In hindsight that should have worried you more.

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“Feelings” Part 2, Rick Grimes x Reader

Words: 2,217

Rick Grimes x Reader

Warnings: Smut!!, fluff, swearing

Link to part one

Originally posted by adorealain


“Rick,” You moan as he slides his fingers in and out of you, the warm water of the shower running down your back. “If you keep going like that I’m gonna cum.”

“Well we don’t want that, do we?” He smirks, removing his fingers from you. He bends you over in front of him, and enters you slowly.

“Fuck.” He groans, starting to go faster. He grabs on to your hips for stability and throws his head back in pleasure.

Ever since last night, you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other. After your little session on the couch, you two took it upstairs to your bedroom. You had tried to convince him to go home after that because you knew that Carl would be looking for him. Rick had none of it. He just pulled you in closer to him, wrapping his arm around you while kissing your head. The two of you fell asleep like that, in each other’s arms. Now, it was the next morning, and you two were having shower sex.

Rick says he’s getting as much of you can he can, “trying to make up for lost time.” Secretly, you thought it was just because he hadn’t had sex in over five years, so he’s just a very horny man. You were not complaining- he was definitely satisfying your needs.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” He pulled out of you once he finished, giving you the biggest smile you’d seen him wear in a long time.

“I love you too, Rick.” You pulled him into a kiss. “But you’ve been here all night. Everyone’s going to think you died or something. I’m sure Carl is probably freaking out.”

“Trust me, I think they know where I am. You didn’t exactly scream my name quietly last night.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You make a face as you step out of the shower, grabbing a towel. “I hope no one says anything. I’ll die of embarrassment.”

“I wouldn’t count on it.” He wraps a towel around his waist. You look up at him in awe. He’s such a handsome man. The way his hair curls when he lets it grow out too long, his growing in beard, his eyes…

“Is there something on my face?” He frowns, looking into the mirror.

“No. Just admiring you.” You admit, blush creeping through your cheeks. You grab the brush off the counter and begin to brush your hair.

“I’m nothin’ special, not really.”

“You know that’s bullshit.”

“Maybe.” He laughs. “Honestly, Y/N, I haven’t felt this happy in a long ass time. All because of you.” He pulls you into another kiss. He tries to deepen it, but you pull away.

“We have to get to breakfast with Carol and the group, and then I have my run. We have to go.” You say, but he just pulls you closer again, kissing your neck.

“Rick,” you breathe out. You let yourself enjoy it for a moment before stepping back to reality. “We have to leave.”

“Fine.” He groans. You walk to the bedroom to put on new clothes, and he puts on the clothes he wore over yesterday.

“You might want to head back over to your house before going to Carol’s.” You mention as you slide on your jeans, buttoning them up at the top. “Don’t need to get more shit from them than we already will.”

“You see, the key word there is ‘already will.’”

“I hate when you’re right.”

“I always am.” He pulls his white shirt over his head, muscles flexing in his arms.

“You’re also cocky as shit, did you know that?” You tease as you walk out the door, the warm sunshine hitting your face. It was a relatively nice day, not quite as unbearably hot as the day before.

“Nah.” He responds, staying right by your side as you walked. You walked up to Carol’s house, seeing everyone inside.

“Morning, lovebirds.” Glenn smirks as you two enter the house.

“Oh, shut up Glenn.” Rick laughs. “You aint one to talk.”

Carl looked super uncomfortable at this conversation. Me too, buddy, me too.

“So, uh, how was watch last night, Maggie?” I tried to change the topic of conversation, desperate to end the awkwardness.

“Pretty uneventful. Nothing exciting happened. How was your night?” She asked, lifting her eyebrows. Everyone looked at you in anticipation.

“We’re together now, just to get that out of the way. Y’all can stop asking about it now.” Rick answered for you.

“Well it’s about damn time. The two of ‘ya look at each other like lovesick puppies enough.” Daryl huffed.

“Whatever, Daryl. When are we leaving?” You take a bite of the toast on the table.

“Whenever you’re done.” He shrugs. “We need to clear the place out as much as possible and take whatever we find. Nothing in specific.”

“If there is un-raided Victoria’s Secret, I think I might scream.” I finish my toast. Daryl gets up out of his chair, grabbing his crossbow.

“Let’s go.” He huffs, walking out the door.

“Come over when you get back, alright?” Rick kisses you as you start to follow Daryl. “Be safe. Use your knife as much as possible. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Rick, I’ve been with this group long enough to know what to do. I’ll be fine.”

“Maybe I should come with.”

“Rick,” you say once again. “I can take care of myself, plus I’ve got Daryl with me. You’ve got too many responsibilities here.”

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you. I just got you.”

“I’ll be okay.” You kiss his cheek.

You head outside to meet Daryl on the street.

“Took you long enough.” He said, motioning for you to get on the back of his motorcycle. You slide on, putting your arms around him, and he drives off.

The ride there was a little far, but not unbearable. The wind you felt from the fastness of the motorcycle felt good. You liked riding on Daryl’s motorcycle, although you’d never told anyone that. Something about it excites you. It was exhilarating.

“Outside’s clear.” Daryl noted. You got off the bike, him doing the same. The mall wasn’t very big, but it was something. You pulled your knife out of your pocket and walk inside the door, ready for anything.

You were inside of a food court. There were a few straggler walkers coming towards you two, but Daryl shot them down before they could get anywhere close.

“Look to see if any of these food places have any canned food options. I know food is pretty abundant now, but it doesn’t hurt to have extras.” You tell Daryl.

“You been hangin’ out with Rick too much.” He mumbles. You roll your eyes, ignoring him and going behind the counters to see what the options were.

-

The food court was a bust. You two didn’t find any food worth taking, and you went your separate ways to go through the stores of the mall.

You find a Bath and Body works that still has some things left in it. You grab soaps, lotions, candles, and perfumes. You also grab a ton of different types and sizes of clothing from the stores you went through.

You were about to leave and find Daryl when a Victoria’s Secret catches your eye. The store still had most of their items- I guess people didn’t think they’d need lingerie in the apocalypse.

“Rick would love this.” You say out loud, holding up black lace bustier with a matching black thong. You shove it into your own separate back, hoping no one finds it. It really was quite sexy.

You walk out of the store, looking around for Daryl. You find him in the pharmacy store, looking intensely at something on the shelf.

“What’s up?’ You ask him. He jumps away, not noticing you were there.

“Nothin’, um, let’s go.” He says quickly. You raise your eyebrows at him but decide not to question him about it.

-

You look in the mirror, admiring your reflection. The outfit you got from Victoria’s Secret looked really good, and you knew that Rick would like it.

He didn’t get to see you dressed up often. Yeah, there was that one night at the welcoming party, and you certainly look better now that you’ve arrived in Alexandria. But you still dressed in jeans and t-shirts every day, and that’s not sexy. This? This was sexy.

You slide your jeans and a baggy t-shirt over your outfit so you could walk over to Rick’s house. Just as you’re about to knock, the door opens and Carl stands there smiling at you.

“Hey, how was the run?” He let you in.

“It was good. Got clothes for some people and some extra medicine. What’d you do today?”

“Watched Judith.”

“She’s too cute.” You gushed. “Anyways, where’s your dad?”

“He’s in the shower, he’ll probably be out in a minute. He’s been an ass all day, been worried sick about you.” He laughs. “He cares about you a lot, you know.”

“Yeah, I know.” You smile.

“I’m gonna go hang out with Enid. Judith is with Carol, I’ll pick her up on my way back.” He seemed rushed to get out of the house.

“Carl, I don’t want you to feel like you have to leave the house just because I’m here.”

“You’re not. I just want to hang out with Enid, that’s all.”

“Oh.” I caught on. “Well… Have fun.”

“Thanks.”

He practically ran out the door. You laughed and went upstairs. You hear the shower still running, and you open the bathroom door slowly.

“Rick?”

“You’re back early.” He says over the shower.

“Yeah, it was a small mall.”

“Is Carl gone?” He turned off the shower and poked his head out of the curtain.

“He is. By the way, I heard you were bein’ a dick today because you were worried.” I frown, handing him his towl.

“And?”

“Just saying you didn’t need to be. I’m fine, just like I told you I would be.”

He wrapped the towl around his waist and stepped out from the shower. “I’m never gonna stop worrying about you, so I’d get used to it.”

He brings you into a kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him closer. He’s about to take off your shirt when you stop him.

“Wait!” You shout, surprising him. “Go wait in the bedroom.”

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

He gives you a look before walking to the room. You close the bathroom door behind him, and look in the mirror. You take off your jeans and your shirt, revealing your outfit. You let down your hair so it falls down your back.

“Okay, close your eyes.” You yell down the hallway.

“Y/N, this is ridiculous-“

“Close your eyes!” You giggle.

“You been hanging around me too often.” He grumbles, but closes his eyes anyways. You walk in front of him and put his hands on your waist.

“Open them.” You whisper in his ear.

He opens his eyes and they go wide. You can see his towel start to raise a little bit, giving you a boost of confidence.

“I take back what I said earlier. This is not ridiculous at all.” He stares at you. “You’re so sexy.”

You crawl on top of him, kissing his neck and grinding your hips. You suck on his neck a little bit, leaving a mark.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He flips you over, him on top now. “I need to these off, now.” He slides your thong down your legs. “But this?” He points to your bustier. “This is staying on.”

He pins your legs to the bed as he kisses your thighs, making you squirm. His lips felt so good on your skin. His mouth finally reaches your clit, making you moan.

“Yes,” you breathe out. He goes faster, putting his finger inside. He always seems to know exactly what you want. His tongue circles around, his fingers going in and out at a fast pace, making the heat build up in your stomach. You grind your hips involuntarily against his face, which just makes him smirk and go faster.

“Riiiiick,” you moan out as your orgasm ripples throughout your body.

“Yes, baby?” He comes up from between your legs. You get on top of him once more, kissing his neck and trailing down his toned stomach. You reach his hard dick and swirl your tongue around his tip before slowly taking in his length down your mouth.

“Y/N,” He moans your name, and you start to bob your head faster, using your hand to help you out.

“I’m gonna cum in your mouth if you keep on doin’ that.” He manages to get out, which just makes you go faster. You feel cum shooting out of his tip and into your mouth. You pull away and somehow manage to swallow it all.

“That fuckin’ outfit, I swear to God.” Rick pants.

“Glad you liked it.” You crawled up next to his chest. He uses his free hand to play with your hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

A Night in Together

Request: Hi! I’ve got a request :) could you do a Bucky x reader fic based on the post i sent you? Especially the couch and bath ones. Fluffy and/or smutty. Thanks 😘 

Summary: You’ve been dating Bucky for a few months and you convince him to stay in for the night.

Warnings: Smut and fluff

A/N: If you want to be tagged in future smuts / works just let me know!

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