#it shocked me when he grabbed my leg and 0.1 seconds later i was like THIS BABY!!!! THIS SWEET SUMMER CHILD!!

[litt1e-prince]

A child got left with me at work and im telling you. HE WAS THE SWEETEST! He showed me all his paw patrol figures - Sky was his favourite - and grabbed hold of my leg and helped me with all the customers till his sister + mum came back! He yelled out "We're here to help!" while i scanned tickets and oh my goodness!!!! oh my GOODNESS!!!!!! Pure happiness, he made my day. he was so sweet. Theres like a table behind me and he talked about all the stuff on it, and about his sister and gOSH DAMMIT,, i couldnt help but compliment his mum cause im telling you he was adorable and i still havent recovered.

[minichedders]

scar 0.1

pirate!bucky barnes x reader

You head straight, gaze forward on the black, dark night; sailing away from you. The remains of your ship sunk into the deep depths of the black ocean swallowed whole like a starved man with his first meal.

The dark-haired pirate captain growled and grabbed your hair, pulling your head back, lips pressed against the cold shell of your ear.

“Or maybe I’ll just start with your crew. Make you watch as one by one, they walk the plank each time you don't give me what I want. What do you think hmm?”

“You’ll have to kill me and my crew before I ever tell you anything.”

The pirate smiled, “I wonder if your crew feel the same way,”

He turned you around, his fist still holding tight to your hair. You faced your crew- kneeling on the damp deck, hands tied behind their backs and mouths full of dirty, greasy rags the other crew probably used to wash the floors with. “Which one of you boys would mind if i blow the pretty girls brains? hmm?” the pirate sneered, showing you off to your crew as they all looked at you with pleading eyes. You were all trapped, his crew outnumbered yours, and with no weapons, no tricks, no upper hand you were screwed. You hope had died the minute you saw the black sails; legends reeked the ocean of their death and dread. Captain Bucky Barnes. The Reaper himself has come to collect his awaiting souls.

Whilst faced with the burning question, your crew all hopelessly looked at each other, not a murmur was to be heard. Not that you minded, you knew they had no say. However, you were shocked to see your right-hand man, Thomas struggle to stand up, his leg bleeding and his face half swollen. He stood tall, back straight and his head held high, and even with a gag in his mouth he still managed to shout ‘aye’. 

Tear brimmed your eyes as you shared eye contact, he was your brother of the sea, your counterpart and much-loved friend. Barnes turned his head towards you again, replacing his lips by your ear as you broke eye contact with Tom, shutting them and trying your best to turn away from the pirate holding you. The sensation of the pirates smirking lips against your skin made you heave, you could feel every breath, every movement and every thought, as you knew what he would do next. 

A single shot was heard, then seconds later, a loud thump. You opened your eyes, trying your best to look unaffected to the pirate as possible, but he had already seen your trembling lip and fluttering eyes.

“Goodbye boyfriend, aye?” He chuckled, pulling you even more tightly to his chest, running his silver gun up and down your bare arm; you could feel the hot sensation of the previous fire it had taken.

You whimpered, looking down. You couldn't bear the shame that you felt. With all your anger and all your might, you sent the biggest blow you could muster into the captain's stomach, turning and aiming your knee into his lower regions. Whilst the captain was curled over in pain, you took the opportunity to take the ready to fire gun from his hands and aimed it at him. One bullet, straight to the head. that's all it would take.

You listened closely to the click of the safety, taking your aim and putting your finger on the trigger. One shot and you had won, you would take this ship, have his crew, the legacy of the great sea captain who took down the infamous Bucky Barnes. 

But before you could imagine all the glory and treasure, a cold steal was pressed to your throat, pinching your skin and drawing blood to the surface. A tear left your eye. You could still do it; you would die but you would win.

Alas, Bucky tore the gun from your now shaking hands before you could blink. He took the knife that was wielded by the man behind you, and pointed it straight to your heart, pressing in. His piercing blue eyes look straight into yours, as he spoke- “kill them. kill them all,”

He roughly grabbed your arm, the knife now pressing into your back as he leads you off the deck and down into the quarters. You couldn't hear the screams of your crew, just gunshots and silence.

You reached a dark red door, with intricate carvings on, covered in old grime and dirt when it opened, it revealed the captain's chamber; decorated with the same dark red and black, messy but not quite dirty, smelling of ocean spray and sandalwood. It was nice. For a murderer.

“Now, little girl, you aren't going anywhere until you tell me where captain Rogers is,” Bucky said, locking the door behind him, making his way over to the liquor cabinet where he dropped his knife and replaced it with a glass.

“I-I can't,” You said, already scanning the room for a weapon, a way out, anything. You could use the liquor bottles - but oh what a waste that would be, you couldn't jump out the tiny oval window, the knife was free, but that meant getting closer to the pirate. 

He took a sip of the dark golden liquid and hummed, a smile falling on his lips as he tutted and shook his head, “ and why can't you,” he asked.

“I saw him more than two months ago, he could be anywhere by now. If you would've just listened to me before murdering my crew,” You argued, trying not to raise your voice and show any weakness in front of him. One thing you weren't willing to admit was that you were vulnerable. 

“Then I'm sure it won't harm you to tell me, as you say I could not find him,” he trailed, moving away from the cabinet, and the knife, and walking over to the large king-sized bed. You made note of the now free knife, and also of the dark silk bedsheets that you could almost feel against your bare skin. You slowly began to pace, back and forth between the door and the knife, Bucky watched you with careful eyes.

“And why would I help you? You've just sunk my ship, killed my crew, threatened my life and not even offered me a drink,” you said, your mind moving a hundred mile an hour as your eyes scanned the liquor cabinet, and then the glistening metal of the knife. Bucky sighed and waved his hand in the air, turning around.

“By all means help yourself to a drink,”

You smiled and turned around, grabbing a glass and a bottle, filling it to the brim and just as quickly pouring the contents down your throat. You filled the glass up again and left it on the top, next to the knife. Your hand rested upon its leather handle, the feel of its grip in your palms felt like freedom. It passed with a fleeting moment as you heard the click of Bucky’s gun.

“I've heard about you know. A women captain. Must have been hard to get all that respect and attention, i know what you've done to earn your title, your reputation. I know that men think you are an enchantress, a sea witch, a mermaid. But standing right here in front of me and not even being able to sneak a knife, i must say, I'm a little disappointed.” Bucky spoke, moving closer with every word until he was right behind you. He spun you around to look at him, leaving the knife on the table behind you and keeping the gun pointed forward into your stomach. You face was red with fury and your breathing was hard and heavy, your hands were shaking with the ungodly urge to strangle the man in front of you and claim back your title as a worthy women captain.

“Now, i also know that you and Rogers have, let's say, intimate relations. So i don't believe that he would go more than two months without coming back for a fuck,” He said, he was rough and domineering; his words made you blush and a frown formed your face as you looked downwards. What you had said was true, you hadn't seen Steve Rogers for two months; you were tired of him using you and degrading you because you were a women captain, but you still missed the companionship of it all.

Bucky noticed your frown and moved the tip of his gun to your chin, pointing it up so you looked directly at him; he studied your eyes for a moment, watching you watch him as if he was reading you. He sighed and moved back, dropping the gun to his side and returning it into his pocket.

“Well, you tell me where he last was and ill let you stay on this boat,” he spoke, after a few minutes of silence.

“And you think that's a good deal?” 

“Its either that or I kill you, little girl.”

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[whump-the-caretaker]

Shifter - pt. 1

Initially inspired by @whumpthisway‘s shapeshifter prompts, this got way out of hand and ended up pages and pages long. I’ll be posting it in chunks as editing allows. Later sections have some threatened but not depicted non-con and will be tagged as such. Non-consensual nudity throughout due to, you know, shapeshifting. 

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about the characters / next

Beck had been told to keep his shifting quiet.

Over and over, since he was a kid. It was dangerous for people to know, talents like that could be envied and abused. Being more than human could easily enough become less than human.

It’s not like he didn’t know.

It’s just that he hadn’t cared.  

He’d always been dumb and reckless. An idiot kid. His heart had been broken, and it hadn’t seemed to matter whether the dangers were real or not. Shifting was a skill he could use, so he would fucking use it. The whole city knew now, just like they knew not to fuck with him, and his powers were just another factor in the healthy respect he cultivated.

Except now he’d been grabbed. 

Now he was in a glass box with tiny air holes, staring out into a goddamn laboratory and trying not to panic.

Now a man in a fucking labcoat was stepping into the room, a clipboard in his hands and a cool look in his eyes. 

“Hello, beautiful,” he greeted, crossing over to the table where the glass case was perched, pen tapping against the metal clipboard. Beck bristled but was still formulating a response when he tapped on the glass and added, “Aren’t you just the perfect specimen?”

His jaw dropped. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

The man ignored him and turned away to look through the cabinets. 

“Did you just call me a specimen?”

On a tray, he was setting out an array of things Beck didn’t recognize, glass marbles and tiny rubber tubes. His anxiety and anger were warring in his gut until he thought he might be sick.  

“Tell me, what is your range of forms?” The man set the tray beside the case.

Beck’s jaw clenched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mmhmm, of course you don’t.” 

He adjusted the items in front of him and picked up the first of the marbles.

“What is that?”

The man didn’t answer, just rolled the glass between his fingers and dropped it through the holes in the top of the case.

Beck pressed back against the case, eyeing it warily, and looked up in time to see the man deftly plugging rubber into the air holes. 

“Wait, don’t--”

The glass sphere shattered with a tiny clink and a soft grey gas drifted up from inside.

He looked sharply to the man for some explanation and coughed when the first breath of it hit his lungs. 

“I’ll take the plugs out when you can manage a human form again.”

“What--”

But he could already feel the pressure on his bones, his muscles being dragged out onto a new body. It wasn’t anything like his own shift. It was like being pulled apart and then crammed into an ill-fitting shape.

He panted at the exertion, at the fur blooming and the teeth lengthening in his jaw, and then he was finished, clothes in tatters around a canine body, his senses telling him that he was something big, something sharp, with a clear nose picking out each bitter chemical in the lingering smoke. 

“Beautiful,” the man commented, tapping again on the glass. “Shift back as soon as you can or you’ll run out of air.”

Beck’s heart pounded, the impulse to shift back shooting through his limbs. Nothing happened. He was still a wolf. A whine escaped his throat, paws scratching at the case. He couldn’t shift. 

He could feel his lungs working, panicking, heaving air in and out, and he knew he needed to stop. He was going to use all his air before the drugs had a chance to clear his system. But animals were driven by instinct so much more than humans, and his body told him he needed to escape. 

The panic took him, blinded him, overruled any human emotions, and his head didn’t come above water until he was sprawled, human, sweaty and unable to get a proper breath, on the floor of the case. The man was looking at him with disdain, and he felt exposed for reasons unrelated to being bare-ass naked in a display case. 

The plugs were pulled and cool air hit his face. He tried to breathe normally, but his lungs ached. 

“Seventy-two seconds. Not the fastest shift I’ve seen, but a place to start.” The man picked up a clipboard from a hook on the table and made a few notes. “Now. Range. How small can you shift?”

Beck shook his head slowly. 

The man held up another marble. “This is for an etruscan shrew. They’re only about 0.1 ounces. I’m told it’s extremely painful if your body rejects it.”

“No, I can’t. I can’t go that small.”

“There, was that so hard?”

Beck gritted his teeth and scowled at him. 

“What’s the smallest thing you’ve ever been?”

Beck swallowed roughly. “A ring snake. A small ring snake. That’s as small as I can go.”

He made a few notes. “And how big?”

“Big cats. I tried an elephant once and couldn’t. Never been anything bigger than a lion.”

“And have you ever gotten stuck?” the man asked, tapping his pen against the clipboard. 

Beck shook his head.

“Lying to me could be very dangerous.”

“No, I’ve never gotten stuck as anything. I’ve had trouble shifting into things if I was sick or stressed out, but I’m always able to get back to my real body.”

“By “real” body, you’re referring this one?” he asked, gesturing to Beck.

“Yeah,” Beck snapped. “My human body.”

“I see.” He walked in a circle around the table, making notes as he did so.

Beck’s skin itched. 

“Can you effect cosmetic changes? Hair color, body weight, etc.”

“Yeah.”

“No scars or visible skin markings outside of the tattoos… Do your animal forms retain the tattoos under the fur?”

He shook his head. “I only have them when I’m human.”

“Have you ever been a woman?”

Beck flushed, eyes dropping away.

“Ah, well. Good to know.” He tapped his clipboard a few times and hung it back on the hook. “That will do for now. Now, I’m going to film a few transformations for comparison purposes. I would hate to waste the time and resources to force you, so please do cooperate.”

The setup clicked up into place from under the table, and he adjusted it to focus on Beck, who angled himself away. He was still fucking naked. The man fiddled a moment more and a red light began to flash.

“All right. Mammal of choice.”

Beck looked away and shifted into a fox. His ears twitched in agitation. 

“Reptile.” 

The first shift of scales on the glass, and he immediately slipped back into his own body, shivers shaking his entire frame. “Fuck, too cold,” he said. 

The man looked displeased, but let it go. “Avian.”

Beck’s body was starting to ache from the quick succession, but it would be worse if the man chose for him. He slid into a falcon’s form and held it, despite the grating feel of talons unable to grasp onto the floor. 

“Amphibian.”

He didn’t often have cause for amphibian, but a toad was at least more pleasant than a falcon in this space.

“Fish.”

He blinked at the man, unsure whether he was stupid or cruel. 

“A moment as a fish is better than… what was your time? Seventy seconds?”

Cruel, then.

Beck got a breath, as well as he could manage in a toad’s body, and forced himself, against all instincts, into a fish. 

It hurt as bad as the cold and the panic combined. He managed three beats of his tail before he was back as himself, hands and knees, choking and retching. 

The man gave him a moment, but Beck was still coughing to clear his throat when he ordered, “Woman.” 

Shivers ran up his spine. He violently did not want to do that. 

“Shift into a woman.”

He didn’t honestly look much different when he complied, still fairly flat chested and narrow. But he crossed his arms over himself anyway and wished more than anything to have some of his clothing left. 

“Turn your hair brown.” 

He shivered and did so.

“All of your hair.”

He glanced down at the patch of white blond between his legs and swore at the man, cheeks hot and a tight coil of fury in his gut. He did it and flipped the camera off, too angry to keep his tits covered. 

“Small as you can go.”

Beck shook his head. “I can’t do much more of this.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

Beck gaped at him. “It’s not something I can do indefinitely! I need to eat or rest or something. It fucking takes energy.”

He waved dismissively. “Two more, and we’ll be finished.”

Beck didn’t point out that that was actually three more, to get back to normal. Didn’t press again that he was exhausted.

“Small as you can go.”

He closed his eyes, picking a small rodent this time. He’d learned his lesson about snakes. 

His bones ached.

“Big as you can go.” 

Beck looked around. As small as he was, his perspective was skewed, but he was nearly certain that he wouldn’t fit in the space.

“If you were telling the truth to me earlier, you’ll be fine. Shift.”

He didn’t want to have to trust him. He didn’t want to. The thought of going from the size of a mouse to the size of a lion when his bones felt like they’d been broken a dozen times and poorly stitched back together made him want to puke.

“Shift.”

He did as he was told.

A tortured sound that couldn’t even generously be called a roar choked out of him as the flanks of a lion hit the walls of his confinement. His body tore itself apart building the new shape, twisting and pressing him into every available millimeter of the too small space. The hard barriers bruised his skin--it couldn’t be glass, because he pressed against it at all points, compressed and twisted and straining against the material.

He dropped back into human form, tears running down his face. Exhaustion and pain overrode his senses, and he just lay there, fully exposed, and shuddered through waves of shock. 

“That will be plenty. I see we have our work cut out for us.”

Beck looked dazedly towards him, watched him turn off the camera and write a few more notes on the clipboard. He hung it back on its hook and, with Beck collapsed, too weak to even move much less attempt an escape, opened the top of the case and dropped in a box of dried rations and a bottle of water. 

[flyinghetfield]

Movement 1.6k words James x OC One Shot/Fluff/Good feels Ok this was something that @beberequin and I got talking about a little while back and I wanted to make a short one-shot of it. Fluff as all hell (involves pregnancy but its all cute stuff). Enjoy x.

--------------------   The door slams behind you as you quickly place the bags of takeaway food on the table in the studio, making Kirk speedily rush out of the recording room to help you. “You should have yelled out I would of helped you carry these in.” He starts to unpack the bags as you wander over to the kitchen cabinets pulling out a few plates. “You guys are busy; I didn’t want to bother you” “No excuse, especially in your condition” Both of your eyebrows lift. “It’s just takeaway, it’s not like I’m carrying in a bag of bricks.” “Still no excuse” “What are we arguing about now?” James and Lars wander out of the recording studio and you watch as Lars grabs his plate, pilling on food.   “Not arguing just giving her advice about lifting heavy things... not good for you know what.” Kirk points in the direction of your belly and you roll your eyes as James walks over to your side, placing one hand on your belly before giving you a kiss on the lips. “Kirk’s telling you off” James whispers just loud enough for Kirk to hear and you see him shake his head out of the corner of your eye. “Do you want me to kick his butt? I can do that for you.” “In all considerations Hetfield, she’d probably be able to kick his ass better than you could even while pregnant.” Lars winks at you before walking back into the recording area. Laughing you walk over to Kirk. “He’s just looking out for me that’s all.” You give him a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing a plate and grabbing dinner. The boys had been hard at work lately sorting through the extensive collection of solos that Kirk had been recording over the past few months and Lars had decided today was the day to go through them all – well was day, now very late into the night. Walking into the recording area, you plop down on the couch next to Lars and start to dig in, watching as Kirk and James sit down in their chairs. “So tell me..” You turn your head towards Lars. “...Lars Jr. Or princess Lars?” Laughing you cup your belly and shake your head. “Don’t know” “What do you mean? Your what? 4ish months along now? Jess knew by now and we had the name planned like a week later.” Sending daggers Lars’s way, you look over to James as he speaks up. “We want it to be a surprise, don’t really mind what the gender is.” Lars glances over at James “You are so hoping for a boy, aren't you?” You watch James’s reaction carefully as a devilish grin appears on Lars face. “Again.. Don't mind as long as he..” Your eyebrows lift up. “..OR she is healthy.” This in turn makes Lars laugh, almost choking on his food. “Nice save Hetfield.” “What do you want y/n?” Kirk looks down at your belly as you let a hmmm. “I mean...I keep having dreams of a boy.” This time it’s James’s turn to lift his eyebrows and you see him trying to hide his grin. “But knowing my intuition it’s going to completely turn it around and give us a girl”   “Another girl would be awesome.” Kirk grins your way and you hear James mumble under his breath. “Another girl to put me in my place.” You shake your head with a smile and throw your plastic knife at him, making him grin as he dodges out of the way. “As long as she doesn’t throw like that, we will be fine.” It doesn’t take long for everyone to calm back down and start to get back to work. Watching the boys decipher and pick bits and pieces from each clip was a wonderment to watch. How quickly James would pick up by ear what Kirk was playing, grabbing his guitar to follow along or watching Lars pick out the slightest riff and turning it into a masterpiece. It’s about an hour later and you let out a giant yawn in the slight lull making Lars turn to you. “Maybe you should head home, it’s just past midnight and yknow probably not healthy for the baby to be up this late.” “Ah yes cause the baby can tell time” You watch as he rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean” Yawning again you glance over at James who’s got headphones on listening to one of Kirk’s riffs. Your about to reach over and tap his leg when you feel a sudden movement at your belly and stop suddenly, sucking in some air. Did I just feel..   “Y/n you alright?” Concern is laced in Lars voice as you are as still as a statue until you suddenly feel it again, as quickly as your life depended on it you grab James’s hand making him jump and pull it over to your belly, where you felt the movement. “Hey wha-” He pushes the headphones off his head as you stare at him, the look of shocked plastered all over your face. “Shhhhhhh wait” All is silent in the room expect for the slight sound of a guitar riff coming out of the headphones. Come on buddy, another kick for momma. Like it could hear you, you feel the movement and at the same time watch as James face changes from concern to wonderment. In a flash he’s down on his knees and is leaning close to your belly. “Hi baby.” It’s only a whisper but the baby kicks again – hard – and you let out a teary laugh as James looks up at you excited. “It knows who I am!” “Of course it does, daddy’s voice is one of a kind.” He grins and looks back down at his where his hand is placed before placing a light kiss on your belly and you try not to cry at the softness emanating from James’s face.   “First kicks?” Kirk whispers, almost not wanting to ruin the moment and you look up at him, nodding with excitement. Kirk and Lars both move over closer and you grab Kirk’s hand placing it next to James’s. “Careful, there is a reason why Kirk looks as good as he does at this age.” Laughing at Lars’s joke, you feel the baby kick again and hear kirk gasp slightly. “Holy moly she’s got one mean kick!” “Tell me about it that one almost bruised my hand” James winks up at you before whispering “That’s just your uncle Kirky, I’ll make sure he never takes any of your power.” “Damn you guys are finally on to my secret.” Kirk removes his hand and clicks it with a wink before sitting back down. It takes about 0.1 seconds for Lars to put his hand on your belly exactly where Kirk’s was. The three of you wait for a few minutes and you can see the look of frustration appearing on Lars’s face “Hmm I don’t think the baby likes you.” A look of horror appears and he places his other hand on his chest. “I am fantastic with babies; I don’t know what you're on about.” “It’s a Hetfield, Ulrich it knows all about you.” Just as James says that you feel it give another kick and start laughing. “See” “Pssh I bet you it’s a boy, just like his dad.” “What makes you say that?” “Cause it has a weak kick like his dad.” Laughing even more, you hear a slight grunt from James and see him attempt to kick Lars, which he swiftly jumps away from. “Don’t listen to him, your dad has a fantastic kick” Rubbing your belly, James grins back up at you. “Nah it’s absolutely a girl.” The three of you look over a Kirk as he leans over to pick up the headphones. “Oh yeah? And how do you know?” “Cause it’s not the first girl that has kicked Lars’s ass.” The both of you let out a laugh as Lars’s flips off Kirk and you look down at James who’s whispering to the baby once again. “Daddy loves you very much and can’t wait to meet you, you will be a good little bread roll while cooking inside of momma now won’t you?” “Did you just call our child a bread roll?” “Shhh dad’s talking here.” Shaking your head you look over at Lars who lets out a sly smile. “Guess that means you let James really butter up your rolls didn’t you?” Picking up a magazine next to you, you piff it pass Lars’s head who’s currently hiding behind Kirk laughing his head off. “Hey don’t pay any attention to him” Glancing back down at James you let out a huff before smiling as he slowly gets up. “We should probably get you home like Lars’s said it’s starting to get late.” With James’s help, you get up, grabbing your things before giving Lars and Kirk a hug before walking out the door into the cold night. It’s not a few seconds later that you feel James hug you from behind and you let out a sigh, leaning into him. “Let’s get you back to the bakery hey?” Chuckling you turn around and stand on your toes, kissing James softly and hear him sigh happily into your kiss.  “Mhm let’s go Mr. Baker, you’ve got some rolls you need to get buttering”