youre so swell

the moment in pride and prejudice (2005) dir joe wright when lizzie sees darcy walking towards her in the field and she turns in slow mo and ‘your hands are cold’ by dario marianelli swells is???? dare i say??? the most beautiful and pure moment ever captured on film?????

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

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March 30


I could have magicked the bleach out of my hair that same morning.  I could have left the room looking like nothing had happened instead of enduring constant stares all day.  Now that it’s been twenty-four hours, it would be child’s play to spell the bleach away.

           Except I don’t.

           Because Snow can’t stop staring at it.

           And some things are worth the embarrassment.

           Besides, I’m about to pay him back in full.

           I strike early, immediately after breakfast. Snow and his ducklings stand in the hall outside our first class.  Bunce sees me first as I stalk towards them.  “Morning, Malfoy,” she calls to me, “isn’t the Slytherin common room the other way?”

           They’re all looking at me, Snow, Bunce and Wellbelove. Good.  Let them watch.

           I whip my wand from my pocket as I reach them and cast before anyone can react.

           “Not a word.”

           Snow opens his mouth to say something… and his voice freezes before it can get out.

           He clutches his throat and his eyes widen, and then the storm breaks.

           “WHAT THE HELL PITCH!”  Bunce actually manages to slam me against a wall with one mighty shove, and her wand is already at my neck.

           “Get off me, Bunce.”

           “Basilton Grimm-Pitch, you give him back his voice right now or I swear.”

           “Relax, Bunce,” I hiss down at her, barely able to see her when she’s this close.  “It’s only temporary.  He’ll be back to babbling by tomorrow morning.”  It’s an unfair thing to say, because Snow never babbles.  Sometimes he has difficulty even articulating his spells.

           “And what about in the meantime?” she snarls at me. “How’s he supposed to defend himself against whatever horrors you have in store for him if he can’t do magic?”

           “What if I told you I don’t have any horrors in store for him?”

           “Still,” Wellbelove pipes up, “stealing a mage’s voice? That’s cold, Basilton.”  She says it like she’s discussing the weather or the homework or what she’d like to eat tonight.

           “Not to mention totally illegal,” Bunce chimes in, and I don’t know if she’s correct on that or not, but I’m not about to fact-check her, especially not with her right in my face.

           “He’ll still be able to retaliate,” I say with a shrug.  “He certainly didn’t need magic to pour bleach in my shampoo.”

           “Why haven’t you fixed that yet, by the way?” Wellbelove asks.

           I look Snow directly in the eye.  “The perks,” I smirk, and to my delight his face goes red.  Merlin, this is fun.

“Your move,” I tell him before turning on my heel.


           I don’t know what kind of charm Bunce has placed on Snow, but through some miracle he manages to get through all of our classes without being called on.  It’s a little bit unfair that he has someone interfering, but I decide not to make a big deal of it. After all, Wellbelove was right. The voice is the most important weapon to a mage, and now that I’ve taken his, he’s no better than a Normal. At least for the day, anyway.  And though the added humiliation of not being able to speak when spoken to would have been amusing for me to watch, I figure I’ve ruined his day enough already.

           Besides, there’s a storm on its way.  If everything goes according to plan.

           Football practice goes longer than usual, until the sky is almost dark, and I can see Snow starting to flag by the time it’s over. It seems like he’s been trying to compensate for his lack of a voice by playing harder, and while he was admittedly almost unstoppable on the field, the extra work has clearly taken its toll. He’s still in the showers when I gather my things and head back to the room.

           It’s another fifteen minutes before he clomps to the top of the stairs.  He’s back in his regular clothes and his hair is extra curly from the shower, and before the door has fully fallen closed he flops onto his bed face-first and just lays there, breathing hard.  I shake my head at him from my bed before returning to my tablet.

           Eventually I see him kick off his shoes out of the corner of my eye.  He hauls himself up slowly like he’s carrying a sack of bricks on his back and throws the window open, leaning out of it and into the cold night air, sucking it in like he could get drunk on it.

           When he abandons the window to take his nightclothes into the bathroom, I decide I’ve gone long enough without being an arse.

           I get up and shut the window, then sit back down on my bed.

           Snow looks at it a long time when he comes back out, no doubt trying to remember whether he closed it or not.  He opens it.

           I wait until he’s sat on his bed again to walk over and shut it.  It hasn’t even been open a full ten seconds.

           Snow stares at me with a dismayed expression as I return to my bed.  He holds my gaze when he opens it again.  This time I spell it shut from my bed just to rub it in.

           He stands in exasperation and starts wildly gesturing from me to the window and back again, his mouth opening and closing silently like he’s forgotten there’s no voice coming out.

           “What is it, Snow?  Use your words.”

           I regret it the second it’s out.  His hands fall to his sides and his mouth closes slowly. He looks so heartbroken and I hate myself.  I hate myself.

           So much, in fact, that I get up and leave, making my way down to the catacombs to feed and yell at the walls.

           When I come back much later, Snow is sound asleep.

           I take a long look at him, how his eyelids settle into place and make him appear so real.  Like if I touched his skin right now it would feel different somehow, more physical.

           I open the window before climbing into bed.

7 kisses;

member- yoongi

genre- fluff, smidge of angst, lovey-dovey

words- 1, 818

summary- kisses are a way of showing love, and you and yoongi know that best

a/n- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HEART, MIN YOONGI. i love him so much :’) it’s also @bangtanshopex‘s (aka tina!) birthday!! go wish her a happy bday ❤ this scenario is also based off of ed sheeran’s song kiss me.  i love ed sheeran, definitely check him out if you haven’t!! his new album is amazing!

Originally posted by sugagifs

settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in 

The night was cool, with the chirping of crickets echoing throughout the room. A gentle breeze flowed through your bedroom window, causing you to shiver slightly as you pulled your comforter closer to your chest.

“You’re too far away,” Yoongi mumbled against his pillow. You felt his cold fingers grab hold of your wrist as he whined. “Come closer.”

With a grin, you rolled over and fit yourself against Yoongi’s body. Warmth immediately encompassed you and you sighed happily. His arm instantly found purchase wrapped around your waist, his hand resting on the small of your back lightly. He hummed in content as he breathed in your scent.

“Did you miss me?” you whispered. Days when your boyfriend was away were always hard, but you cherished the ones when he came back.

He gently dragged his nose across yours, giving you a sweet Eskimo kiss. “Always, my dear.”

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100 Kisses

Summary: You decide to give Bucky 100 kisses for his 100th birthday.

Word Count: 2,845

Warning: cursing

A/N: I’m sure in parts of the world Bucky’s birthday is long over, but it’s still March 10th where I live! Happy Birthday, Bucky Barnes!

9:15 am

Steve Rogers stared at you with wide blue eyes as you attempted to wolf down a bowl of cereal. There were many things out of place in this picture—for one thing, he couldn’t quite fathom how a person could so wildly eat cheerios, your spoon constantly clanging against the sides of the bowl.

For another thing, it was rare that you were up this early on a Friday, even if it was a special occasion. He glanced at the clock opposite him, noting that it was only fifteen past nine in the morning.

The super soldier opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped short at the abrupt sound of your chair scraping its legs against the floor. You shot out of your seat to drop your wares in the sink before floating across the table, depositing yourself in Bucky Barnes’ lap.

Bucky eyed you with a smirk, still chewing his breakfast while you placed your hands around his neck. You stared at him with doe eyes, batting your lashes heavily. “You need somethin’ darlin?” he questioned you, the tips of his lips curving into a smile despite the pointed look he was trying to give.

“Uhhhhh hurry up!” You bounced impatiently on his thigh, squirming around as you started to slip. “I’m only at twenty-seven!”

“Twenty-seven what?” For a quick moment, everything you could have possibly meant flashed into Steve’s mind, some of them not exactly what he wanted to think about over his first meal. With a quirked eyebrow he looked at the close couple, searching their faces for an explanation.

“I’m trying to mmm-” Your voice was cut off when your boyfriend shoved toast into your mouth, the jam smearing across your lips and making it sticky. Smugly, Bucky returned his attention to Steve, who watched on with a bewildered expression.

“She’s attempting to give me one hundred kisses today.” His voice was laced with mirth, a silly smile plastered onto his lips that juxtaposed his usual expression. Steve laughed, understanding your restless behavior.

“Did she give you ninety-nine last year?” Steve asked, very amused by the challenge, but also grateful. While your idea was strange, he found it sweet and affectionate; just the type of love Bucky needed after years of solitude.

“He hid his birthday from me last year, and now he has to pay for it!” you accused, poking your finger into his chest. “Besides, one hundred is a special milestone! Much more so than ninety-nine.”

“Most people don’t make it to ninety-nine,” Bucky pointed out, prodding your cheek with the end of his fork. You could see him fighting the urge to cave into your demands, hiding his grin with a cup of coffee. His eyes seemed to shimmer, much like they did when Steve brought him to the tower for the first time.

It felt like so many years ago that you’d met Bucky, a cautious, broken thing with eyes like glass. You didn’t think you’d ever get to see him so comfortable, so relaxed, so human. It made your heart swell, more so than the kisses ever could.

“Well then, even less people make it to one hundred. I’m glad you’re one of them,” your smile softened as you placed a kiss to his temple, his eyes closing in reverence. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, placing his head against yours.

“I’m glad you’re here with me. You too, punk,” the brunette’s eyes picked up to Steve’s, narrowing playfully. “I see you over there.”

With a grin, Steve held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Who me? I’m not doing a thing. Just watching my best friend be totally disgusting with his girlfriend.” He was shaking now, wiping a tear away from his eye as his laughter continued.

“I guess there’s some things one hundred years can’t change”

1:34 pm

“Fifty three…fifty four…fifty five…fifty six,” You were on a roll, having placing your lips back and forth against Bucky’s for a few solid minutes. You were getting fast, knowing that at some point he would grow impatient of sitting on the couch for such small pecks.

He hadn’t complained yet, a satisfied smile growing even wider as the other occupants of the room stared in horror while you repeatedly kissed Bucky, counting in between. Sam mimicked retching, his acting turning into an actual couching fit.

“Jesus Y/N, aren’t you tired? And I don’t just mean from having to look at Barnes in the first place.” His voice made you stop, turning to face the man with a weak glare. Wariness showed on your face, emphasized by your off-guard expression and swollen lips.

“Could you please be nice to him for like, one day out of the year? Actually two; Christmas is a good time to lay off him too.”

“Could you two maybe get a room? We’re trying to watch quality entertainment, not whatever gross thing you guys are doing,” Clint groaned, eyes still glued to the television. Tony and Sam agreed with a round of complaints, the entire room beginning to get rowdy.

“Why are we even watching this? It’s March Madness, turn on ESPN!”

“Um, the Joffrey Ballet is performing Romeo and Juliet and I’m missing it.”

“Would you guys mind if we put on Star Trek?”

“Fuck Next Generation, Brucey. Someone hand me the remote or put on How I Met Your Mother.”

All of a sudden the T.V went blank, the remote clanging to floor as you dropped it with your powers. The room was suddenly silent, no one daring to make a move as your eyes returned to normal.

“I was here first, and I say you’re all watching T.V. in another room,” Your voice became dangerously low, scarring the others to scamper out of their seats without any complaints. There were small apologies being thrown at you, mostly muttered from Clint and Tony. (“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t use your powers!”)

You smiled until a pair of lips were pressed firmly to yours, a much longer, heated kiss that stole your breath and your thoughts. Bucky had grabbed your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap once again.

“Sixty,” he reminded you, voice low as though he was sharing a secret. You blinked, forgetting what the numbers were for in the first place. He had that effect on you.

He smiled, a little embarrassed, but hugged you closer all the same. “I wanted to give you one. That was pretty hot.”  

6:28 pm

“What number are you guys on now?”

Natasha lazily swirled her spoon in her tea, head propped on her fist as she sent a smirk towards you and Bucky. By some miracle you weren’t completely smothering him, the two of you eating like normal people at the dinner table.

“Eighty-six. I’ve been spreading them out, he likes it better that way.” You beamed at him, unaware of his blushing state. Nat, however, noticed this right away, wiggling her brows to gain his attention.

“I’m sure that’s not the only thing he likes spread out,” she winked, and immediately after Bucky placed his head in his hands. A chorus of feminine cackles erupted, making his face even hotter.

“Bucky, please,” you wheezed out, holding a hand to your stomach. You gave his back a little rub, coaxing him out of his flushed state. “What are you acting all shy about, baby?” you teased him, the two of you calling him “ladies man” and “lover boy”, harping back to the stories Steve used to tell about him.

Bucky slowly lifted his head, hands still covering his face. “You know, I thought today was going to be more embarrassing for you than for me. How could I be so wrong?”

You rolled your eyes as his antics, prying his hands away. “C’mon Buckaroo,” you joked, trying to use as many dumb nickname as you could to calm him down. “We’re only teasing.”

“Relentlessly,” he added, and you scoffed, placing your hands on your hips.

“You’re one to talk about relentless! Do you want a list of all the times you’ve taunted me! You did that to me this morning!” Bucky peeked at you through his fingers, catching the frown etched on your face. “It’s only fair!”

“Sorry, don’t recall,” he muttered, getting up from his seat and walking away from you. You sputtered, standing quickly and bumping your thighs against the table.

“Hey!” he was starting to run now, even with very limited space. His back was retreating faster down the elevator corridor, and you picked up speed, getting a running start off the ground before you flew towards him.

“I can fly faster than you can run, Barnes!” you called after him, eyes glowing as you shot forward. Bucky suddenly turned, arms wide open, ready to catch you with a solid stance. You tried to slow down, but you were hurdling toward him like a comet. The force of your collision sent him skidding backwards, his feet tripping over themselves to regain a sense of balance.

You ended up twirling like a top, his arms wrapped around you as you spun into the elevator. Your giggles turned into a hiccups, only to be silenced by a kiss. A deep and slow one, melding your mouths together and ultimately grounding you. Any dizziness that persisted afterwards was not from being spun, but rather from the kiss that had you seeing stars.

“Eighty-seven,” you counted proudly, without a single hiccup.

10:04 pm

Ten o’ clock wasn’t late by any means, but it had been a long day.

There had been something of a party in the common room since seven; a small gathering that consisted of the Avengers, and a few other agents Bucky knew well. Tony had promised it wouldn’t be anything he wasn’t comfortable with, and that if he wanted the celebration over, he could have it.

Tony kept his word. Even though Bucky had been having fun, he realized that while he was busy catching up with Thor and Scott Lang, Y/N had hardly been by his side. Perhaps it was the suddenness of it all, but he felt immensely detached, gazing at her from across the room with longing looks.

You were quite adept at deciphering Bucky’s looks, even from far away. He’d given you this long stare, his baby blue hues so cloudy and dull, reason enough to saunter over to him and press a quick kiss to his lips.

“You okay?” you asked him, concerned that he wasn’t having fun. He didn’t seem to suggest the idea, but you could tell that something was bothering him. The first two times you did it, he shook his head and granted you a small smile.

The third time was different. By the third kiss you felt his restless energy, his hands cupping both your cheeks, seeking some sort of outlet. You held his hands, looking straight into his eyes.

“Bucky,” you paused, making sure he was hearing you. “Bucky are you alright?”

He was beginning to nod, his hair falling into his eyes as he bowed his head, but his chin never came back up. “I’m fine, I just,” he sounded strained, his voice thick with some emotion you couldn’t quite place. “How many left?”

“Ten,” you told him, rubbing the pads of your thumbs over his hands. “Just ten more.”

He licked his lips, grabbing onto your wrist loosely and pulling you away. “I want to go.” He was using short sentences, his speech rushed and shoulders tense.  Today had been long, and social events tended to tire him out quicker than anything else.

“Okay baby, you stay right there, I’ll tell Tony.” You gave him a smile that was forced, the façade vanishing when you turned away from it. You nearly jogged to reach Tony, explaining the situation as best you could, despite not understanding it yourself.

He was good about it. Tony didn’t make a scene, he just waved graciously with a small smile. Bucky returned it, and suddenly the whole room was raising a glass in his leave.

“Happy Birthday, Buck! Hope you had fun.” Steve’s strong voice was wistful, but his smile was not at all sad. Bucky gave a salute, relief seeping back into him as you two looped arms, turning your backs to the avengers.

“You sure you’re okay?” It was simply precautionary, your worry fading when he gave a genuine smile.

“I’m fine, doll face. Just wanted to cash in those last ten kisses in private.”

 11:15 pm

He was smooth, in almost everything he did. It was scary, sometimes, how he could surprise you like that. Bucky appeared so sharp, so bent and twisted sometimes that you were always taken aback by how careful and soft he treated you.

His hands slowly went up your side, bunching the soft cotton of your pajamas impatiently. When he detached himself, his burning blue eyes looked straight at you, lips parted but unmoving, the question unspoken between you two.

“Ninety-eight,” you replied, breathing heavily against his lips, your foreheads touching. He’d been playing this game since he’d gotten you alone, taking charge of the gift you were supposed to give him. He rolled his hips under yours, nails digging into your sides almost painfully as he angled his mouth down for another go.

Suddenly his pursed lips met the pads of your fingers. He blinked, watching as you sat back on your knees, taking his wrists into your hands.

“This is my gift. You can’t take control of it, that makes it yours.” You felt like you were pouting, crossing your arms to convey your annoyance, even it if was acute.

Bucky laughed until he realized you were serious. “What? Darling, come on,” he persuaded, lifting up your chin. “It is for me.”

“Yeah, but it’s, I’m,” you struggled to form your thought into a coherent statement, one that would make sense. “I’m giving you one hundred kisses, in my time. You can’t cash them all in like a rain check.”

That seemed to do the trick, your boyfriend leaning back on his elbows, looking at you with raised brows. “Well when you put it like that,” he drawled, and you used your strength to push him down onto his back.

“When I put it like that,” you mocked him, landing on your side next to him. You grazed your finger across his jaw, tracing the outline down his neck and collarbone. His skin was hot to the touch, but shivers wracked his spine when your nails scratched under his chin. He was eager, hands twitching to touch you. You laughed at his restraint, cupping your hands to his cheeks and giving him a soft, tender kiss that lasted but a minute.

You didn’t need to say it out loud; you both understand that this was the last of them, the final kiss to mark his birthday. He smiled as he shifted to mirror your body, arms snaking around your neck. He wanted so desperately to say something, but before he could even think about it, your lips placed a small peck to his.

“One hundred! Happy Birthday, Bucky!” you grinned sneakily, and he grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap. You laughed at his expression, the fleeting anger that bubbling under his shock.

“What? That so does not count!” he yelled, feeling cheated. He pulled your wrists to bring your closer, so close that your chests touched and your eyes were solely focused on each other. You still stifled some giggles back, and Bucky finally sighed, resigned to the fact that, no matter how devious it was, you’d kept your promise.

“You’re forgetting something,” your chirpy voice reminded him, and he grumbled a quick response before you placed your hands on his chest. You captured his attention a mere moment before you captured his lips, this time in a kiss that mattered.

It started slow and hesitant, as though you were testing unsteady waters. Soon it became deeper, those hovering hands now fully immersed in his hair, tugging at the roots with just enough pull to spur him on further.

Bucky placed his hands on your hips, slowly sitting himself up, never breaking contact. He placed you back down onto the bed, his weight pressing against yours. Your resolve broke, that earlier statement off the table as Bucky guided you onto your back, trapping you between his arms. Your head pressed into the mattress, your body sinking as your breath was stolen from you, Bucky’s chest flush against you.

When the need for air became too hard to ignore, Bucky pulled back, a questioning glance on his face. “Pretty sure I’m not one hundred and one,” he inquired, and you smiled.

“One for good luck.” Your answer made him break out into a grin, one so contagious you nearly forgot about everything else. He slowly leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, a good and quick thing that conveyed everything it needed to.

“I don’t need luck when I’ve got you.”

Destination Lactation.

Request: Bucky or Steve x Reader.Avengers find a newborn baby on their front door, and take it in. Reader is a ‘witch’ of sorts and casts a spell to allow herself to lactate. When baby isn’t feeding anymore, Reader is uncomfortable with how full her breasts are, Steve/Bucky notices and offers help.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: I guess you could say this is NSFW?

A/N: If this is a topic that makes you uneasy, DO NOT PROCEED!

Originally posted by annutystan

You could honestly say your favorite pastime was either training with Bucky, or running with Steve.

You have a feeling this, however is about to change. You see, when you get Bucky and Steve AND you, all three, doing one of said activities mentioned above, you end up with an issue. You know how it is, both super soldiers, both have something to prove, and everything has to be a competition for them. You were training with Bucky, who might I mention is your boyfriend. Not for very long though, as you’ve only been dating for 6 months. But, I guess you could say it’s still pretty new, so he ALWAYS tries to impress you when he can.

Anyway, training with Bucky when Steve comes in, looking like he’s ready to fight.

“Hey (Y/N), hey Bucky. What are you two up to?” Steve smirks.

“Uh, just training…what about you?”

“Just got back from my run, Buck. You guys wanna train together?” You roll your eyes, knowing they’ll probably leave you out of this again. You’re used to it.

“I’ll just sit back and watch, thanks. I don’t stand a chance against either of you anyway.” You see, your powers are similar to Wanda’s, not quite as you don’t move things with your head, but you can conjure things up with your mind. Therefore you don’t really specialize in kicking physical ass.

Not like Natasha at least, she always gives Rogers and Barnes a run for their money.

“Aw come on, (Y/N) don’t be like that!” Steve gives you those stupid sad eyes.

“No Steve, I’m perfectly content just watching.” Steve sighs and turns his back. “Whatever you say, (Y/N)” Rolling your eyes you go stand on the sidelines, watching your boyfriend kick Roger’s ass. It’s pretty satisfying. The speaker cracks to life just as Bucky round house kicked Steve in the jaw. (Which was incredibly sexy to watch by the way.)

“Attention Avengers, you are all needed in the living room” Tony’s voice comes over the loud speaker.

Bucky helps Steve up as he rubs his jaw.

“That will never happen again, just so you know.” Steve smirks.

“Yeah, yeah punk.” Bucky turns to you, holding his right arm out and you run to him, taking your place under his arm. He leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head.


All the Avengers gather in the living room waiting for Tony to make himself known. It’s annoying how he’s the one who called us down here and he’s ALWAYS the last one to show up.

The elevator doors open and Tony comes into the living room, holding a off white blanket. He looks uncomfortable.  

“Tony-what- is that-” Clint points at the blanket, like he knows whats inside it, he just can’t get it out. Tony looks up at Clint and gulps, nodding his head.

You’re sat on Bucky’s lap, resting your head on his flesh shoulder, when you sit up, then standing to walk up to him.

Looking in the bundle Tony is holding, you see a very content baby.

“A baby??” You try not to shreak too loudly, as not to scare it.

Tony nods..shock still evident on his face.

Bucky stands up and walks behind you, peering over your shoulder at the infant.

“What?” Is all he can say.

“She was found outside the tower this morning. Shes had a check up, and she’s a fully healthy 5 week old. They don’t know where she came from, no one left a note or anything..” Your heart swells, hurting so much.

“W-what? How could anyone do this to a baby?” You reach below Tony’s arms and take the baby from him. She has blonde hair and green eyes. You’ve always had a burning desire to be a mother, you just hadn’t gotten that far in life yet, but it seems like you don’t have a choice anymore.

“I-I’ll take care of her. She can stay with me.” Bucky raises his eyebrow.

“Are you sure, doll?”

“Yeah…at least for now. As long as you’re okay with it because we share a room.” You blush and look up at him, smiling.
“I’m fine with it.” You have to fight the urge to jump up and down.


Later that evening, you find yourself up in bed with a fussy baby.

Bucky rubs his eyes, obviousaly irritated already.

“Here, Bucky. I’ve got an idea. She must have been breast fed, because she’s not responding to formula at all.

You hand the baby over to Bucky, and proceed to cast a spell.

Bucky raises his eyebrow again.

“The hell are you doing?”

You grab the baby from him again, which you named Grace.

Bringing her to you, you remove your shirt, and your bra.

Bucky chokes on the water he was just drinking and turns his head.

“D-Doll, what are you doing?” You blush.

“Sorry…I guess I should have explained myself. I just casted a spell that’ll allow me to breast feed the baby.” His eyes open so wide they almost pop out.

“You can do that?”

“I wasn’t sure but I just tried and it succeeded.” He still looks at me like I have a 3rd head.

You bring the baby to your chest, and she took right to it, obviousaly she’d done it before.

This nifgt should be peaceful.


A few months have passed, Grace is now 3 months old, and you’re exhausted. Bucky tries to help where he can, he just gets nervous, he doesn’t want to hurt her.

You’re sitting in the kitchen, with Grace in your lap when Clint comes in.

“Hey (Y/N). You look exhausted. You okay?” You smile up at him.

“I’m okay Clint, just super tired.”

“Would you maybe want me to watch her for a night so you and Bucky can get some sleep?”

“You are an angel, I would love you for life if you did that…I’m so tired.” Clint laughs.

“I understand, (Y/N). I’m a parent myself.” You don’t need to ask him anything else, going up to your and Bucky’s shared room you pack her bag of stuff she’ll need for the night.

When you return, Clint is ready. He almost looks excited, it’s kinda cute.

Handig Grace off to him, you thank him once more.

“Don’t thank me, (Y/N) I understand.”

On the way back up to your room, you can’t contain the bounce in your step, you love that little girl, but you’re beyond ready for a break.


It’s now midnight, and you’re stuck awake, in excruciating pain. Why you may ask?

Your breasts are full of milk and you have no way to find relief. Fuck everything.

Just trying to sit up from laying down hurt like a bitch.

Finally sitting yourself up, you don’t really know what to do, just trying to find some type of relief.

The door nob jingles, Bucky walking through the door. He’s been away on a mission for the last week and you’ve been missing him.

You and Bucky had yet to be intimate, and it’s not for lack of trying. You want to go farther with him, he’s just so scared he’ll hurt you. You’d hoped the experience with Grace would hell him get more confident, you wanted him to tonight, but unfortunatly, you’re in to much pain for that tonight.

“In here, Bucky.” You tried not to sniffle, it didn’t work.

He almost comes running in, sensing something wrong.

“What’s wrong doll?”

“I-I’m in pain..” You can’t control the tears at this point, the pain too overbaring.

He rushes to you.

“What do you mean you’re in pain? What happened? Did someone hurt you?” He starts panicing.

“No, Bucky no one hurt me.”

“Where’s Grace?”

“Clint offered to watch her for the night, but at this rate I may need to go get her again.”

“What are you talking about, doll?”

“I-I’m so full, Bucky…it hurts so bad…”

Bucky raises his eyebrow.

“What hurts, doll?”

“M-My breasts.”

He still looks pretty confused.

“My breasts are full of milk, Bucky and it hurts so bad and she’s not here to feed.”

Bucky wipes the sweat from his brow, as you rest your head on his chest, still crying.

“Is there anything I can do, (Y/N)?” You blush and bury your head in the crook of his neck.

“There might be one thing, but you probably won’t want to.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel better.”

“D-do you think you could suck the milk out…?” Bucky chuckles.

“We can try, Doll….” His face turns red, realizing what he’s about to do.

“Take your shirt off.”

“I-I can’t….it hurts to move too much.” Bucky reaches behind him in his utility belt and pulls out a pocket knife.

He slices through the shirt, and bra.

“Sorry, doll. I’ll buy you a new one.”
“Don’t care, I just want to feel better.”

He gets down on his knees in front of you, resting his right hand under your breast.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, please help me…” more tears fall down your cheek.

He leans up, bringing his lips to your nipple.

Pulling it into his mouth, he begins to suckle.

You try not to moan out loud, but you just can’t help it.

He pulls away.

“Dammit, (Y/N) you make this hard.”

“I’m sorry…” He bites his lip.

“Do you need me to do the other one?”

“Y-Yes please.”

He nods, and goes to your left breast.

Bringing it into his mouth, he repeats the previous process.

“God this feels so good.”

His face flushes.

“You know, this isn’t the way I pictured this happening…but if it makes you feel better, I’m glad to have helped you.”

“I’m sorry, Bucky…it’s not what I wanted either…”

“You have beautiful breasts by the way….” Bucky winks.

“Stop it Bucky!” You laugh and shove his shoulders.

“Let’s get some sleep, doll. I’m so tired…”

He climbs up the bed, out before his head hits the pillow.

You laugh, feeling right there with him. You join him, sleep being much welcome.

I should have checked for errors, just too tired tonight. So sorry!

“Thomas what are you doing here?” you open the door, hiding your cold hands in the sleeves of your sweater, tucking a piece of your bed strewn hair behind your ear. His face is glowing, his eyes set on you as a smile spreads across his face. You hug your stomach, resting your head against the frame of the door.

“Look, I know that we haven’t spoken since the day in the park, and that you probably want to punch my in the face right now-”

“I do,” you force yourself not to laugh at the smirk that flickers across his face. You force yourself to remember. “Thomas I told you- I told you that I loved you and you walked away.”

“I know,” he holds up his hands, “I need you to understand that the closest I’ve gotten to talking to a girl before you was asking a girl on the tube which stop was next,” Thomas runs a hand through his hair shakily, “and the thought of love- well it scared the shit out of me to put it blankly. The idea of love is a beautiful thing, to find someone who knows you better than yourself, to feel a connection that deep, but love itself is daunting. All of the relationships in my life- my parents, my grandparents- have ended badly and left me caught in the middle of the side effects of love. Incurable side effects. I’ve grown up with this idea that love is the acceptance of an unavoidable, inevitable termination of a temporary high because of unmet expectations. Its like having a terminal disease and pretending you aren’t going to die. But then, then I met you and it made me question if maybe just maybe there is an exception to the destruction of love, that maybe there are some survivors. When you said you loved me, I was so afraid of what could happen, so afraid that I might get hurt by you, when in reality I was the one hurting myself because if I ever lost you, that would be the death of me.”

Thomas takes a deep breathe, stepping closer to you and brushing his fingers against your cheek. “And if love is what I was raised to believe, if it is my inevitable destruction then boy would I be honored to have my heart broken by you because - I love you.”

cynekixbakuia  asked:

Can I have a scenario where Bakugou's shy s/o says "I love you" for the first time and where they hug him after that to hide zheir flushed face? (///^///) ♡ and what would he do or something hehe, thank you ♡

It was a typical spring day out, the sky was a brilliant blue, accompanied by fluffy white clouds. You feel a fresh cool breeze past your face as you walk side by side with your significant other, Bakugo. Though at times he can be loud and boisterous, you still adore and love him. However, you couldn’t say you loved him and it was honestly frustrating. People do it all the time, including your partner, so why wouldn’t you?

Your thoughts were interrupted when your boyfriend tightened the grip around your waist.

“What’s the matter?” he inquires. You hum in surprise, and give a baffled look.

“Why aren’t you talking about shit like your day? Like you usually do?” he continues. You simply shrug,

“Nothing excited happened today. How was yours?” He let out a grunt and dropped the conversation. Along the way, you couldn’t help but continue to think about how to say those three words to him. Surely he deserves them, considering he always protects you and wouldn’t let anything get near you. By the time, you reach your destination, you let out a shaky sigh.

“Katsuki?” He grunts once more, indicating you have his attention.

“iloveyou” you blurt out, mentally slapping yourself in the head for being so you. Your cheeks swell with a pink tint. He looks up at you, staring into your eyes. There was something different in his eyes today, it was a little twinkle. Bakugo then goes back to his smug grin and pulls you into a tight hug, covering your flustered face.

“I know idiot, it’s about time you admitted it,” he says amused. You rolled your eyes as he pecked your cheek and whispered the usual,

“I love you.”

Make A Stark ~Part 4 - Robb Stark x Reader

Okay, so this part is… pretty crap. Not gonna lie. I am sorry guys and I’m sorry it took so long. 

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Originally posted by richard-madden

“Where’s Robb?” You blinked wearily looking around your room only to find your handmaiden and no Robb,

“He had to attend to some business, my lady.” By the way she took a moment to reply you knew there was something wrong,

“He is in trouble with his father, isn’t he?” Your handmaiden looked down at her hands before nodding slightly,

“Not his father, my lady.” You sat up slightly, your head full of confusion,

“What do you mean?” the young girl hesitated again,

“There is to be a visitor to Winterfell, my lady, your father is to be here soon.” You sat bolt upright,

“Get me prepared to go out, now.”

“My lady, I do not think…”

“It would not be a good idea, (y/n).” Robb appeared at your door but you didn’t great him so lovingly,

“Why did you not tell me my father was riding here?”

“Leave us,” Robb spoke to the maid and she scurried out quickly as his relaxed mood changed bitterly, “you are not to see him when he arrives.”


“I believe he intends to take you home, I cannot have that my darling.” You looked at him sadly,

“I cannot defy my father Robb…”
“Yes you can,” he strode over to you as you stood and went to gaze out of the window again, resting his hands on your waist with a sigh, “he is a manipulative abusive man and l don’t want to live without you. I

can’t.“ He spun you around in his arms and pulled you closer to him, embracing you carefully and resting his head on yours but you were preoccupied, you didn’t wrap your arms around his this time. You couldn’t hold anyone, you were too busy holding a grudge against your father.

It was hours before your father and his men rode into Winterfell and you had since changed for the first time in days. You watched as he paraded himself around the Starks as they stood proud in the courtyard, Robb had demanded that you stay in your room but he said nothing about watching. You could see your second eldest brother with him, he was the best of your brothers but hid it well, he used to show you a little kindness when you were back at home and you hoped that it would remain that way. You watched as your father dismounted, closely followed by your brother, and greeted Ned harshly completely ignoring Lady Stark and walking away sternly with Lord Stark - Robb following quickly. You were startled away from your door by a knock, you already knew who it was, “Alix, it’s been a while.”

“(y/n).” Even now he kept his distance from you, it seemed like too much time without you around had made him more alike to your brothers.

“What do you and father want here?” you demanded,

“Lovely to see you too dear sister” he laughed,

“I am not messing around, what do you want?”

“Well, father was planning on taking you home and marrying you off to some lord but now you have disgraced yourself no one will have you.” he mocked and seemed to snigger, he wasn’t the brother you knew,

“What has happened to you?”
“To me? I am not the one giving themselves to every lord you see,”
“I haven’t given anything to anyone, I was sick, Alix! I was ill and Robb helped me. That is all that happened.”  Alix looked at you for a moment before his smirk fell from his face,

“You’re being serious? Nothing happened?”

“No! Nothing happened and now my reputation is ruined and like you said no one will have me. I’ll be some spinster disowned by father.” You raked your hands through your hair, “What is father saying to Robb, to Lord Stark?”

“I don’t know…” you both looked at each other in a slight panic before you heard shouting coming from the courtyard outside.

You bolted to the window looking out to see Robb a fingertip away from your father as he screamed bloody murder. You looked back at your brother dangerously before grabbing your furs and running from the room.

“Father!” you stormed towards him, not caring who was looking, “What in the whole of Westeros do you think you are doing?” You stood between Robb and your father almost protectively as if you were shielding him from your fathers sharp tongue and fast sword.

“I send you here as a respectable girl and yet you whore yourself out to northern boys.” He spat.  His words and you could almost feel Robb tense behind you, “All you women are the same. Whores”  Robb moved to stand before you instead seeming to stand taller as the young wolf protected you,

“How dare you speak to her like that, this ‘woman’ is more respectable than you will ever be.”

“I was right to get rid of your mother after she had you, wish I had done the same with you” your father’s snarl was one you were used to but his words never failed to hurt you.

“You need to learn to keep your mouth shut” Robb’s fists clenched firmly at his sides and you reached forward resting your hand on his arm to attempt to calm him, ignoring the way your father glared at the action,

“And you are any better? Using whores to keep you company - just like your father I wouldn’t be surprised if she carried a bastard just like your brother.” Robb snapped and landed a firm punch to his face, probably sapping your father’s nose and sending him to the floor. All you could do was watch.

She is your daughter and she is just as innocent as when you sent her here. I know you don’t know what it feels or looks like to care for and look after a woman but I do,” Robb placed another swift punch to your fathers face and you watched on silently, you had never had this kind of protection from anyone in your life and you had never felt your heart swell so much. With one final punch Robb spoke again, “And that was for my brother.” He spat before walking to you again, wrapping his arm around you once again,

“My darling, are you okay?” You simply looked up at him remaining silent. It was rare for anyone to see Robb in that way and although you admired his strength and adored the way he cared for you, it scared you.

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puppies and a pop star

summary: you’re worried sick when your boyfriend, jungkook, is late coming home from recording, and even more worried when he walks in covered in bruises and holding a puppy that you definitely haven’t seen before.

relationship: jungkook x reader (fluff)

words: 1,130

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

“And where the hell have you been?”

Jungkook thinks, in hindsight, that this was probably how sneaking a puppy into your home was gonna go.

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Word count: 1894
Warnings: Fluff galore!
Summary: @dont-forget-youre-beautiful’s request: “Can you pretty please make a drabble/one shot thingy where either Bucky or Steve isn’t feelin’ too hot and/or he’s beyond tired, so reader takes care of him (gets him food, water, blankets, cuddles, etc)? And his voice is really raspy, like, you-shouldn’t-be-this-hot-raspy. Just all the fluff and all the raspiness, and all the stuff pretty pretty please?”
A/N: Today’s my birthday! I didn’t think I’d actually get this out in time! I hope you guys enjoy my present to you! I loved writing this. Feedback would be appreciated!

My Dearest Darling

Originally posted by oflittleuse

You smile down at your phone before locking it and look to the pot on the stove. You giggled at yourself, knowing how ridiculous this was all going to look.

Steve had been gone for months. One hundred and four days total. He adamantly and frequently told you that your presence by his side was missed. A fractured bone in your foot had kept you out of this mission. Tony insisted that you take this time to relax, that they’d be back by the time your foot healed.

Well, they weren’t. You’ve been pain and cast free for nearly six weeks now. Steve kept you updated on the mission – where they were, what they were up to. He was exhausted to say the least. He complained frequently that Tony was getting on his nerves, that HYDRA just would not give them a break. He missed you terribly, and you assured him that you were just a call away, and he would whine, “But, it’s not the same!”

From the sound of the texts over the last few days, he was going to be home today. So, you prepared a full-blown dinner for him, hoping it was ready and waiting by the time he stepped through your door. You gathered out a bunch of candles, found his favorite record, made everything as cozy as possible for him.

“Y/N? Darlin’, where are you?”

“I’m in the kitchen, baby!” you called.

Steve closes the door and locks it before shrugging off his leather jacket. He makes his way slowly through your apartment, being careful with his injuries. Music was wafting its way through your apartment, instantly putting Steve at ease. He noticed the soft crooning and smiled to himself. You were the best – you put on his favorite record. Rounding the corner, he saw your figure in front of the stove fiddling with whatever you were making. You had your hair thrown up in a bun on the top of your head, wearing your joggers pushed up to your knees, and one of his tshirts.

You’re perfect. He can’t get over it. Instead of opting for a nice evening out, dressing to the nines and jumping straight into a date night; you were ready to stay at home comfortably. Steve hadn’t talked to you much today, but you just knew this was what he needed. He needed to be away from his teammates, from the world that heavily relied on him. He needed to be alone with you, to forget all of his responsibilities for just a moment.

You heard a deep exhale behind you. A smile pulled the corners of your mouth as you saw your soldier standing in the mouth of your kitchen, looking so relieved. Your smile grew as you realized he was really here. “Hey, baby!” You greet enthusiastically, making your way over to him. He hardly bends down to kiss you, forcing you to roll to your tip-toes in search of his lips. Your fingers ghost over his sides, feeling padding from his bandages.

His smile is small and tired, but you can see just how happy he is to be home. “I missed you, soldier,” you whisper sweetly, pulling his shirt off of him as gently as you can. His whole torso and one of his shoulders is wrapped in dirty brown, red, and white gauze. Leaning forward, you kiss his pectoral. “Dinner’s almost ready. Go get a shower, okay? You still smell like your mission.”

“You’re not gonna join me?” He asks, eyes smiling while his lips feign a pout.

You take his arm and turn him towards your bedroom. “I would love to, baby; but someone’s gotta keep an eye on dinner.” You start tugging on the gauze, the wrapping falling from his body. “Call me if you need me.”

He shoots you a playful smile and it automatically sends butterflies rioting in your tummy. You shoo him off before things can get heated and make your way back to the pot of boiling noodles. You’re lost in your thoughts of him until the dryer buzzes, obnoxiously demanding your attention. Before you give in to its demands, you drain the noodles and let them cool in the sink.

You automatically take the still-warm load of clothes to the couch and sort through them. You love when Steve washes his clothes here. He just threw them in with yours, not thinking much of it; but his scent faintly lingered on your clothes. You held one of his shirts up to your nose and inhaled deeply. Smiling to yourself, you take a pair of his sweats and a shirt and put them out on your bed before heading back to the pile of clean clothes on your couch.

You listened to the swell of music, the beautiful rasp of Etta James’ voice floating through your apartment. The music welled up inside you, and you belted out with the record as you folded clothes, “Oh, nothing, nothing, nothing in this world can keep us apart. Unh, my dearest darling, I offer you my heart.”

You sing to yourself, loving the sound of your voice for once. Losing yourself in the melody and the soft feeling of the clothes in your hands, you don’t notice Steve standing in the doorway of your bedroom, just watching you. He adores it when you let your guards down and take pride in the things you don’t do often. He’s always loved your voice, but you hardly ever sang out loud. It’s taken years of coaxing to get you this far, and he wouldn’t dare ruin it by letting his presence be known. He listens, enraptured, until the song ends.

He’s aware enough to realize he needs to go back into your room and reemerge like he hasn’t been staring at you for the last minute or so. You pick up the pile of clothing and head to your room to find Steve wringing the shirt you laid out for him in his hands. “Need some help?”

Steve’s answering smile melts your insides. How did he do that? A simple flash of those pearly whites and you’re done for. You practically toss the clothes to the chair in the corner of your room before making your way to Steve.

Your insides squirm uncomfortably as you taken in the bruising on his ribcage and left shoulder. Purple, blue and yellow mottled his skin. You took the shirt from him and kissed his chest again before tugging the clothing over his head and gently coaxing his arms up into the garment. “D’you break your ribs again?”

“Three of’m, I think.”

“C’mon, come help me with dinner.”

You both worked and ate in comfortable silence, speaking every now and again to share stories or insights that had accumulated over the last few months. You would graze his arm, grip his thigh under the table. Just touching him because you could. Steve exhaled deeply, leaning back in his chair, seeming so satisfied. You grinned, knowing your food put that smile on his face. You rise, circling around the back of his chair as he sighs out a low, raspy, “Thank you.”

You grin to yourself as you raise your hands to his shoulders, you let your fingers ghost over his skin before gripping and kneading his flesh. Steve goes lax beneath you and his head tips back until it’s resting against your chest. “What did I do to deserve you?”

You kiss him sweetly on his nose, fingers working at a knot just below his neck. “What do you want to do tonight, love? Play video games?”

He scoffed, a lopsided smile instantly falling on his features. “No,” he exhales deeply, “I’ve seen enough death. I don’t need simulated violence.”

He lifted his head from your chest and you made your way to his front, sliding yourself into his lap. “Okay,” your voice a low purr, “what about Rockband? Or Guitar Hero? Somethin’ like that?”

Steve shook his head as you thread your fingers through his blond tresses. He hums as you scratch his scalp gently. “You wanna go work out?” you tease, pulling a genuine laugh from him.

“God, no, Y/N!” He laughs, pressing his forehead against yours. You both laugh with each other, breathing the same air for a moment. Enjoying each other’s presence. “Walking Dead marathon?” he asks quietly, blue eyes boring into yours.

You smile sweetly and nudge your nose against his. “If that’s what you want, baby.”

“I want you. I want to be with you. However I need to do that, that’s what I want.”

His voice is scratchy and low. He’s so tired, he won’t make it through one episode. “Well, come on, then. If you’re lucky, I might even give you a foot rub.” You waggle your eyebrows as you lift yourself off of him. You heard a quiet, “Fuck yes,” as he follows you into your bedroom.

Steve trails closely behind you, hands on your hips, pulling you close to him. He adorns your neck with soft kisses before you push him away. “Go lay down!” He bats away your hands, grips your hips and pulls you back into his chest. He presses his smile into your shoulder, chuckling softly. You’re slowly losing your resolve. “Steve! Go lay down or you’re not getting that foot rub!” you bite your lip to hide your smile. He smacks a loud kiss to your shoulder before situating himself gently on your bed with his arms cushioning his head and his legs crossed at the ankles.

You set up the xbox, toss the controller to him, then run to the bathroom to get the good lotion. You come back to a vision of pure comfort. Steve is so relaxed, your heart swells just knowing that he’s in your bed. But it’s so much more than that. He’s at peace. He’s comfortable. He’s away from the noise and expectations and the demands. The man that carries the world on his shoulders has shed his persona. He’s not Captain America here. He’s just Steve. Steve your boyfriend, sass master, and cuddle monster extraordinaire.

You sigh, love gushing from within you. It’s truly disgusting. Smiling, you lean against the doorframe and just watch him as he reacts to the groups’ shenanigans. Your gazing is cut short. He catches you and smiles broadly, beckoning you towards him. You go willingly, denying him and taking a place down by his feet. You take his tired appendages in your hands, kneading and massaging all of the aches out. The motions drew out some of the most lewd noises you’d ever heard Steve make.

You can’t stop laughing, your sides are aching from it. “You’ve got magic fingers or something, babe. God, this feels so good.” Steve’s voice seems to only get raspier as your ministrations progress. His body sinks further into the comfort of your pillows and sheets. Once the lotion is worked into his skin, you crawl up beside him and snuggle into his warm chest. His arms wrap securely around you, fingers tracing random patterns into the small of your back.

“I’m glad you’re home, baby.” You whisper, unsure if he’s even heard you. But he knows. He presses a gentle kiss to your hair before turning his attention back to the zombies on the screen.

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anonymous asked:

Could I request HCs for how Guang-hong would act around his s/o, both when he's still just crushing on them + when they're actually in a relationship? (Gender neutral, if it's alright!) This boy is my sunshine and there isn't enough content of him

I agree that he is very much under-appreciated. I’LL FIX THAT, THOUGH! I hope you like :3 Thank you for the request!

[Guang Hong Ji]

  • ((relationship and nsfw headcanons can be read here))
  • When he’s crushing on you, it’s so obvious and in plain sight that no one even notices
  • Like, he’s always blushing and quiet and smiley whenever you’re around him
  • And when in a group, he’ll always try to worm his way around everyone else to try to get next to you
  • also when you talk he gets a faraway look in his eyes and he gets all hazy from listening to your voice; you just intoxicate him lmao what a sweet bab
  • Guang Hong will get spontaneous bursts of confidence when he’s around you, and he usually uses them to touch you (i.e. push hair out of your face, brush up against your shoulder, touch your hand, etc.)
  • One day, though, his spontaneity goes through the roof, and he decides it’s time to do something about his feelings for you, and ask you out.
  • He asks you to go out to a restaurant with him for lunch one day, but you don’t think anything of it, thinking he just wants to go as friends
  • You’ll just be eating your food and conversing with him normally when things get weird
  • Guang Hong slams his open hand on the table and leans forward, scaring you a bit with his flushed face and wide eyes
  • “(Y/N), you’re very special to me! I cherish every moment I am privileged enough to spend with you! Please date me! Please be my better half!”
  • You’re taken aback by his spontaneous actions, but you can’t help but blush and giggle at how cute he is
  • i mean he just poured his heart out to you and it’s not like you didn’t notice his behavior before, so your heart is swelling omfg
  • You say yes, and it takes no convincing for you to do so; you’ve always admired him :3
  • The boy is ecstatic, taking your hands in his and holding them across the table, smiling at you with the most lovestruck expression you’ve ever seen
  • He’ll walk you home, holding your hand the entire way and leaving quick kisses on your cheek whenever he gets the chance
  • and possibly bidding you goodnight with a kiss? maybe wink wonk ;)
You Jealous? - Newt x reader Oneshot

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
Warning: None, a little fluffy
Pairing: Newt x reader, slightly Mr. Graves x reader
Summary: Mr. Graves flirts with reader and Newt gets jealous and accidently confesses that he loves reader.


A/N: My first Fantastic beasts one shot, I hope you’ll enjoy it. :D This one was so much fun writing.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine-- Nick Jackson and a surprise pregnancy 👶🏻👀

- the signs had been there for weeks
- mood swings, cravings for odd foods, the terrible nausea
- you’d tried to pass off the morning sickness as food poisoning, blaming those weird vegan cookies you had nicked from Zack Sabre Jr
- but then you were a week late for your period, which was normally like clockwork
- two little pink lines later, you were sitting on the couch of the apartment you had shared with your boyfriend of over a year, Nick Jackson, hyperventilating
- he was due back from the airport pretty much any minute
- you couldn’t hide something like this from him, he just knew when you were bothered by something and you had a shit poker face anyway
- you just didn’t understand how this could happen, you guys were always so careful
- “Honey! I’m home!”
- he’d just gotten off a fourteen hour flight from Tokyo and Nick always sounded so cheerful
- “Babe?”
- you clasped your hands tight in your lap to keep them from shaking
- “Living room! We need to talk.”
- you could hear his bags thump against the ground
- “Don’t know if I like the sound of that!”
- he was laughing as he rounded the corner, dark smudges underneath his eyes the only indication he wasn’t feeling 100%
- his laugh died when he saw how pale you were
- the next thing you knew, you were wrapped up and in entirely too tight hug
- “Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything? What happened? Did Kenny say something dumb again?”
- you tried to answer, but your face was essentially smashed against his chest and your words came out mumbled
- “Sorry I didn’t catch that?”
- you sighed heavily, preparing for the worst, and looked down as Nick loosened his grip, unable to look him in the eye
- “I’m pregnant. Took four tests with the same result.”
- the silence was deafening and Nick’s entire body went tense
- it was too quiet for two long, but when you went to pull away, Nick wrapped his arms even tighter around you
- he was rocking you back and forth, pressing kisses against your hair, and his tears hitting the skin of your forehead
- “You’re really going to make me a daddy? Oh my God, (Y/N)…. This is the best news I’ve ever been given.”
- it felt like a weight was lifted off of your shoulders and your heart swelled so much it was almost painful.
- but then Nick had to do it
- “Just wait till I tell Matt. We only need a second kid now to beat him!”

8bitempress  asked:

Ok but imagine Reaper giving his S/o a pet to keep them company while hes Away and appropriately they name the pet (I imagine a black puffball kitten) Grim. 😭🖤❤️🖤❤️

“Welcome back ba–what’s all that?”

You stopped yourself mid sentence as Gabriel, codename Reaper, walked through the door. He wasn’t in his trenchcoat, he had found some time to change into one of his black hoodies and loose cargo pants. His arms were filled to the brim with several boxes, bags hanging from his wrists as he struggled to walk through the door.

He had been gone for a week on a reconnaissance mission, complete radio silence leaving you all alone. Gabriel had never confined you to the home; he allowed you to move freely if you so choose to, interact with whomever you’d like. But in a world where the old man at the spice stall or the sweet woman at the florist could be spies for Interpol or any other organization, you couldn’t feel safe. Even with your former Overwatch skills, you preferred to be in the company of those you trusted explicitly. You honestly didn’t mind it too much, but there were times loneliness crept in when he was out.

“Get the door”, Gabriel grunted, nodding his head towards the door. You did as he said, walking behind him to close and lock the door.

You twisted on your heel, curiosity making you giddy as you tried to get a closer look at what was in the bags. Gifts weren’t uncommon, depending on where he went in the world he’d bring gifts of flowers or books or clothing or food. They weren’t usually in boxes that big, however. He dropped his bags onto the dining room table, before gingerly placing the largest box he had next to them. You inched closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and giving him a tight hug.

“So”, you hummed, pressing your body close to his and placing a few kisses against his shoulders. “What’s all this?”

He relaxed under your touch, a low grunt of contentment following your affectionate kisses. Turning in your arms, he placed a hard, lingering kiss to the top of your head before tilting your face up and pressing his lips to yours. You hummed happily against his lips, your arms moving from his waist to his shoulders, eyes slipping shut as you melted into embrace. His hands moved to your hips, gently squeezing the full, supple flesh. You bit back the needy moan that threatened to leave your lips, the need for him turning your kisses hard and passionate.


The hand that had been massaging the back of his neck stopped, your brow scrunching up as you pulled back from the kiss.


So now you knew your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you. Your eyes lit up as you looked at your boyfriend, the happy smirk on his lips making you bounce lightly on the balls of your feet. Gabe turned you towards the box, his hands remaining on your hips as you began to open the large, unmarked cardboard box. Inside, was a black round fluffball with large, round blue eyes that stared up at you. The kitten let out another mewl, your heart swelling so much it felt like it could burst.

“Awwww hi there cutie”, you cooed softly, reaching in and gingerly pulling the kitten out. You instantly cuddled it to your cheek, practically melting as the tiny feline purred under your touch. “You are just perfect you little angel, aren’t you? Oh my gosh Gabe, thank you.”

You turned your face up, your boyfriend kissing your forehead and genuinely smiling. He could see the giddy twinkling in your eyes, your happiness palatable.

“Welcome”, he said simply, lifting a hand to gently scratch behind the ear of the kitten. “His name is Grim.”

You snorted softly at the clichéd name, shaking your head at the fact he had gone with such a stereotypical nickname for the animal. Running your fingers over Grim’s soft, fluffy fur you couldn’t help but giggle. The ever observant boyfriend had got you the perfectly named companion to sit alongside you when he couldn’t. How lucky were you?

Damsel In Distress.

Request: Can you do Leo hearing a struggle and seeing a girl surrounded by a gang, and he tried to go to her aid but then feels stupid when she doesn’t need it because she is a total ninja and he’s so impressed but embarrassed at the same time???
Note: LIVINGGGG FOR EMBARRASSED LEO! I really hope you like this!! I wasn’t sure how to end it, so I ended up with this!!! Seriously, I had so much fun writing this one!! ahh please enjoy loves!

Leo’s POV;

His brothers decided to head home, however Leo thought it would be better to stay out a little longer. He needed a break from them, he was growing tired being with his brothers constantly. He loved them with all his heart, however he was sick of the arguments, sick of having his role as leader constantly questioned - making him feel like he wasn’t worthy, then again, maybe he wasn’t - he was then dragged out from his thoughts by yells - 

“Get Off of me!” He heard a female cry out, he didn’t hesitate as he went off in the direction of the yell. Hearing the laughter of a couple of men, he knew immediately they were going to be apart of the purple dragons. It made his stomach turn, anger flared. He never understood why people would pick on the weak. 

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This one is a little more slower. I had to put a little smut in it because this song seems like something I’d put on my “Stripper” playlist. I forgot it was even in the Suicide Squad movie. Hope you like it ANON!

Song: Gangsta by Kahlani

Wrestler: Finn Balor

Requested by Anon

A shiver ran down your spine as you walked down the side walk to the hotel. 
“Would you like to barrow my jacket?” Your date asked in his thick, Irish accent.
You looked at Finn, he was already shrugging out of his leather jacket.
“Thank you, it’s freezing this evening.” You shivered again against the cold Chicago wind.You had both been in town for RAW the night before and decided to stay an extra night to have an amazing date at the theater. You hadn’t been to a live musical, at least one that was done by professionals. It was amazing, and though the high energy of the show was keeping your mood buzzed, your mind was swirling about, trying to make a decision.
“What did you think?” you asked Finn. “Did you have fun?”

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Silence - Ben Wheeler

Pairing: Ben Wheeler x Reader

Characters: Ben Wheeler, Tucker Dobbs, Danny Wheeler, Riley Perrin, Emma Wheeler, Bonnie Wheeler

Warnings: N/A

Request: @erinIreland - Wattpad

Word Count: 815

Author: Hannah

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