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[lowkey-writes]

A Blind Doctor (Stephen Strange x reader)

Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Request: May I request “Ha! I’m better than you!” (number 43 from this list) with dr strange plz, thank you!!! 😘♥️♥️

Warnings: really bad writing

Word count: 1134

A/N: Requested by @storiesfrommirkwood HERE IT IS I’M SORRY IT’S LATE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! I’m sorry it’s so bad x(

Masterlist 

Strange is on his usual Sunday walk, minding his own business when something whooshes past him. You land gracefully in front of your superhero rival and lean against the building next to you with a cocky smirk.

“Out walking like an old grandpa are we now?” you ask him, but he simply walks past you ignoring the question and you all together. You turn to follow the man with slight irritation washing over your features. “Awh, not even a reaction? You’ve gotten boring, Strange.” You stalk after him at a lazy pace, like a cat looming after it’s prey.

“You are not worth my attention, fake,” he snaps over his shoulder and turns the corner. You follow him with a little more irritation in your step. If he only knew who you really are, he’d talk a lot differently to you. You are the newest superhero in town, Blue Wave, but before you found out about your powers half a year ago you were already yourself y/n y/l/n who just so happened to be in a relationship with Doctor Stephen Strange. You wanted to tell him so badly, and it honestly surprised you that he hadn’t figured out your identity already. You didn’t exactly try to hide it from him either.

“Me? A fake? I highly doubt that. If someone here is a fake then I would say it’s you, darling. You weren’t born with your powers, they aren’t exactly natural.” You snap your fingers which creates an invisible wall in front of Strange, effectively stopping him in his tracks.

“You didn’t even know you had powers six months ago, I would say that isn’t exactly real either then. What do you want, Blue Wave?” He spits out the name as if it was a curse word as he turns to you. You stop in front of him and cross your arms over your chest. He mirrors your movements, but where you were just lazy, he is annoyed and for some reason, it pains you.

“Why so hostile? We’re both on the same side here.” You try smiling, but he ignores your attempts to build something resembling a friendship between the two of you. How can he be so cold against his own partner? Right, because he is stupid and doesn’t recognise you. It had been much easier to befriend him when you weren’t hidden under the mask.

“Even if we’re on the same side it doesn’t mean I want anything to do with you, and if I remember correctly I don’t need your help with any of my missions and especially not my Sunday walks.” He turns around and makes his way around the invisible wall and you make it crumble between your fingers.

“Why can’t we be friends? I thought you’d be a lot more fun to hang out with especially when we have a similar skill set.” You pout as you try to make yourself sound as whiny as possible to catch his attention again. Dr Strange stops so suddenly that you almost run into his back, but with a snap of fingers, you have created a small airbag that keeps the distance.

“That is the very reason I don’t like you. You are too similar to me,” he growls and stares you right in the eyes. You are mesmerised by his gaze and the uncertainty in his voice almost goes undetected. Almost.

“Could it be? Surely not.” You smirk again, earning an annoyed look from the sorcerer in front of you. “Could it be that the great Dr Stephen Strange is jealous of me?” You scoff and he rolls his eyes, turning away from you again.

“Of course not! That would be silly! We both know very well which one of us is better...” he mutters as he picks up the pace of his steps, but you easily keep up with him with the invisible roller skates you snapped for yourself.

“How about a friendly competition then?” you offer and you see a small hint of interest spark in his eyes, but he quickly drowns it out, hoping you didn’t see it.

“How can I trust you’re not cheating?” He slows down so that you can snap the skates away and walk again.

“You can choose two things we compete in and I one. The one to win two or more of the three competitions is declared the winner and better at magic than the other one, how does that sound?” you explain. You had already thought of this a couple times before so you had the plan ready in your head for when you’d need to use it. Strange accepts and you set a time and place for later in the evening.

When the time for the competition arrives you are already waiting for Stephen at the address he gave you earlier and when Stephen arrives with his cape you play exhausted, tired and bored. He has his signature look of disbelief and annoyance on his features.

“Let’s just get this over with shall we...” he mumbles tiredly and you start with the accuracy test you had set up when you were waiting. You win the first test and he gets the second one, which is speed. It shows that he has been doing this for longer than you have and that he is more used to the spells and magic. The third one, a combat test, comes close to never-ending, but in the end, you manage to sweep him off of his feet resulting in your win.

“Ha! I’m better than you!” You jump around with an evil grin on your face as you do a tiny victory dance and you don’t notice that your mask has fallen off during the combat. Stephen stands up and dusts off his clothes, but when he looks up and sees your face he is frozen in shock.

“Y/n?” His voice is laced with so much confusion it makes you worried. Did he really not have a single clue? “Is that really you? You were Blue Wave all this time? And you didn’t tell me?” He takes a step in your direction and you meet him halfway, grabbing the hand he has stretched out to you.

“Are you disappointed honey? Are you mad? This wasn’t the way I wanted to tell you, though I didn’t try hiding it either really, so it’s your fault too for being literally blind.” Your words make the both of you chuckle.

“I’m not mad darling, it will just take me some time to adjust to this... revelation. Maybe I’ll be able to get along with Blue Wave after all...” he mumbles and pulls you into a hug. You smile and hum a response. Maybe everything will turn out well in the end.

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Sick Day was adorable! Gave me all the feels. Amazing job as always 😘♥️♥️ it is truly a mystery how a giant can be so gentle ☺️

THANK YOU! I’m glad you like it ☺️💕

[oldtowrs]

I got tagged for a thing. @storiesfrommirkwood

Last movie I watched: The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies

Last Song I listened to: For Now I am Winter by Olafur Arnalds

Last Show I watched: Sherlock: The Six Thatchers (hell yes).

Last Book I read: Finished with: Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. Most recent: Clash of Kings by George RR Martin

Last thing I ate: water... lol

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When would you time travel to: April 22, 2053... idk

First thing I would do with lottery money: SaVe iT fOr FrEaKiNg CoLlEgE...

Character I would hang out with for a day: Oh lord, I’m in a Thranduil mood, but Lord Elrond and Lindir are my faves, but then what about hanging out with the little shit Petyr Baelish or Tyrion Lannister. How could you ask me that. No, you know what, John Watson so that way I could convince his little ass to kiss Sherlock and tell him that the world depends on his and Sherlock’s becoming a couple... yes there we go. 

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[gingerwritess]

For the Christmas ask, The Drifters’ version of “White Christmas” and for a detail, decorating Christmas cookies or a gingerbread house!

“This was a terrible idea.”

“No,” you grit out, “this is festive. And romantic.”

Loki frowns, his hands out in front of him like a surgeon prepped for surgery—and covered in a sticky white frosting.

“The one on the box didn’t look like this.”

You fling a handful of sprinkles at him, your other hand busy with the bag of frosting. The attempt is a carefully piped lining of icicles along the roof of your gingerbread house—it’s looking a little more like a snowstorm hit the little cabin, dripping down the sides.

Loki had the job of decorating the little gingerbread people who would stand in front of the house.

One is decapitated now; his piping bag exploded over the other one.

He heaves a dramatic sigh. “We could be doing other things right now.”

“Like...what.” You squint at the house, shaky hands trying to draw tiny lines, your tongue poking out from between your teeth.

“Well,” Loki starts, licking some of the frosting off his fingers, “it’s snowing, so we could go for a walk. Or we could stay inside. Maybe cuddle, watch a movie, do what comes naturally? Or each other?”

You just hum in reply, carefully placing a single red candy on the gingerbread door.

Loki raises an eyebrow at you—you don’t give him so much as a glance.

“We could lick frosting off each other,” he suggests, and emphasizes it by running his tongue along his middle finger.

“Yeah.” You nod and wave your hand at the sugar crystals. He moves them close enough for you to reach with a frown, still licking the frosting off his hands—just minus the seduction, since you clearly couldn’t care less.

“We could...make a baby.”

You’re patching up a broken gingerbread window. “Mhm.”

“Or maybe see how long you can last in this weather with no clothes.”

Reattaching the decapitated head. “Mmmhm.”

All he can do is sigh again, moving to the sink to wash the frosting off his hands. He’s just turned on the water when you let out a cheer and toss your piping bag on the table.

“Done!”

He gives you a smile, scrubbing at his palms. “It looks wonderful.”

“Damn right it does,” you agree with a sure nod, then turn to him. “So.”

He lifts a tired eyebrow. “Hm?”

“Which one?”

“Huh?”

You stand and stretch. “You gave me a lot of great options. I can’t possibly pick one.”

“I...didn’t think you were listening,” he says with a sheepish grin, heat creeping up the back of his neck. “Sorry.”

You hold up your frosting-covered hands and lick a stripe of it off your wrist, holding his gaze. “You underestimate me.”

He shuts off the water with a laugh. “That, I do. I’ll work on that.”

“So...”

His hands snake around your waist. “So?”

You lift a finger and leave a streak of frosting across his grin, leaning in to kiss it off. “I liked the first bad idea.”

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[megalony]

Growing soft

This is a Ben Hardy mini-series I am going to be working on, based off of a request from the lovely @storiesfrommirkwood​ I hope you all like it.

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Ben Hardy masterlist

Part 2

Summary: Ben has always been set on the idea of not having kids, but when (Y/n) becomes a surrogate for Gwilym and his wife, Ben wonders if he really is sure about no kids after all.

Enjoy.

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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Despite the apprehension and concern in his voice, there was no denying the small surge of anticipation and excitement that could be heard in Gwilym's voice. He was trying very hard not to let that excitement get the better of him in case this didn't end up going in the direction they were hoping for, but he couldn't dull it down completely.

His hand tightened around the glass resting on the table but it did nothing to stop the way his whole frame was beginning to jitter from nerves. They had never gotten this close before, they'd never reached this point in all the other times they had tried and somehow it just seemed too good to be true.

"I'm sure."

Those two little words made Gwilym's heart feel like it was rising into his throat and caused a huge swarm of butterflies to erupt in his chest like his body was being pumped full of helium and he was rising to the ceiling. He knew there was still a long way to go and things could happen and go wrong along that journey, but the fact was this journey was finally taking off. They were no longer planning and daydreaming about this, it was actually happening. All because of (Y/n).

Lifting her eyes from her glass that her fingers very lightly tracing around, (Y/n) couldn't help the way she began to shake from the bubbling excitement inside of her like she was about to explode. A grin slowly but surely took over her features and a laugh escaped her lips when she looked at two of her closest friends sitting opposite her at the table.

The pure joy she could see in Amy's eyes was nothing like she had ever seen before and her smile widened as she watched Amy's arms wrap around Gwilym's bicep and she shook his arm like she was desperate for his attention.

"We're having a baby." Amy whispered the words in ecstasy to the man sitting beside her before her eyes darted over to (Y/n). Without even thinking, she reached across the table and took (Y/n)'s hand very tightly in her own to the point she was cutting off her circulation to show her just how happy and thankful she was for what (Y/n) was about to do for them.

Amy and Gwilym had tried for a year after getting married to have a baby before switching to IVF but every effort had either been dashed or ended in heartache. Needless to say, it had been a harsh blow to the stomach when they had to come to the conclusion that having a baby of their own wasn't going to happen naturally. But they just couldn't think about adopting until they'd explored every possibility and their last effort was a surrogate.

Having someone else go through the pregnancy for them wasn't what Amy had initially wanted, she wanted to be the one to experience the scans and the kicks and the labour. But this was the only way she and Gwilym were going to get a child of their own.

They'd talked with three other people before (Y/n) had offered to help and now it seemed like they were going to get their wish.

"What about Ben? Is he gonna be okay with all of this?" Gwilym's smile dimmed down just a little when his friend suddenly came to the front of his mind. Gwilym knew Ben well, he knew he could be both laid back and passionate and involved in everything at the same time and he knew Ben had different views and opinions and was broad minded. But he had no clue how Ben would react to this kind of situation, after all it was his wife who would be having a baby for someone else.

"We've talked about it and he's completely fine with this, I swear. He even said he'd come to the scans, so..." (Y/n) trailed off with a shrug of her shoulders and a small but gentle smile on her lips.

She knew what she was walking into here and everything that would come with this.

She would be going through nine months of changes and then labour, all to end up without a baby, but that was okay with her. (Y/n) also knew it was going to be in the media a lot when people eventually found out she was pregnant but then realised after the birth she wouldn't be walking around with a baby at the end of things. It would be awkward for Ben too if he had interviews during the pregnancy and ended up telling people it wasn't really his or (Y/n)'s baby.

But (Y/n) wanted this, badly.

Ben didn't want kids. He didn't feel he would be a bad father, he actually liked kids and was great with his niece and nephews and he knew he would be a good dad. But it simply wasn't what he saw for his future, at first he put it off because he wanted to focus on his career but now it just wasn't what he wanted. Ben liked things as they were, he liked being married to (Y/n) without kids in the mix and he liked travelling and working a lot, kids didn't come into the dynamic at the moment and he wanted to keep it that way. He had no need or craving for kids like his friends all did.

(Y/n) knew from the beginning that kids wasn't likely to happen for her and Ben and that was okay. She and Ben were busy, they had work and they did a lot of travelling together and it was nice, just the two of them so she tried her best not to think too much about not having kids.

But (Y/n) couldn't deny to herself that she wanted a baby someday, and giving Gwilym and Amy a child was the perfect situation. Ben didn't have to worry about changes or think about kids because the baby wasn't theirs and (Y/n) knew things would be the same after the baby was born. She could experience a pregnancy like she always wanted and give herself a small taste of motherhood as well as the satisfaction that she had helped her closest friends in the best way she possibly could.

It was a win win situation for everybody.

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"Baby, you okay?" A soft smile formed on Ben's lips when his eyes found (Y/n) standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Ben placed his cup down on the counter he was leaning against before he straightened up instead of being slouched over the counter.

(Y/n) didn't look upset or confused or hurt but she did look a little off, like there was something playing on her mind and she felt she had to talk about it. The smallest, kindest of smiles pulled at her lips and it made Ben's heart both melt and jump at the same time. He couldn't tell if her smile meant she was okay or if there was actually something wrong she was trying to dull down or ignore. His eyes watched her contently as she leaned her head against the door frame and crossed one leg over the other in a manner that always managed to capture his full attention without meaning to. A few seconds passed without any words before (Y/n) sighed and moved one of her arms that had previously been held behind her back.

"It worked." (Y/n)'s smile turned to one of both worry and nerves as she placed the positive pregnancy test on the counter for Ben to see.

(Y/n) had been more than surprised when she first brought up the subject to Ben and he seemed almost absolutely fine with it. He admitted it was going to be weird if (Y/n) decided to go through with it but he was by no means opposed to the idea. It was her body and her decision and Ben thought it was one of the most generous things for (Y/n) to do for Gwilym and Amy.

The smile that formed on Ben's lips relieved a weight that was beginning to press down on (Y/n)'s chest and when he motioned for her to come over to him, she obliged immediately. Walking the small distance over to where he was standing, (Y/n) pushed her head into his chest as her arms bound around his torso. Shivers ran down her spine when his arms wrapped around her and she felt him kissing her temple but he was smiling into the kiss.

In all honesty, (Y/n) hadn't expected to get pregnant the first time around, they had all been told that it had a probability of not working on the first go. But she was relieved that it had worked, she didn't fancy having to try again and again until the embryo finally started to form. The quicker this whole process went the better it would be. (Y/n) knew there was still a long way to go since she was only two months pregnant and there could be any number of complications or she could lose the baby. But she was going to relish in the relief and delight she was feeling right now.

She couldn't wait to see Gwilym and Amy and tell them the good news.

"Are you sure you're okay with all this? It's not going to be easy or very fun..." (Y/n) tilted her head up until she could rest her chin on Ben's chest in order to look at him properly.

"Sweetheart, I promise you that this is okay with me. I may not want kids of my own, but this isn't our baby, I've got nothing against you doing this." At the end of the day, Ben couldn't tell (Y/n) what she could or couldn't do with her body, he would never dream of doing that. He knew she was giving him a lot of say in this decision because it involved him and they were married, but it didn't affect Ben.

Ben may not want kids himself but he had nothing against kids or babies in general, he was very good with the children in their family. He thought t was admirable to have a baby considering all of the things it would put a woman's body through. It just wasn't something he could see for himself.

This wasn't their baby and he didn't think of it as if it was their child. They didn't have to get anything prepared or buy and baby clothes or change their lives for this, it was just nine months of a few moderate changes. Ben thought it was both admirable and brave of (Y/n) to put herself through this all for someone else so they could be happy. There were far too many people who wouldn't even consider being a surrogate to help others out.

Leaning up on her toes, (Y/n) moved her arms that were previously around Ben's waist so she could cup his face and press her lips to his own. She had known from the beginning that Ben wouldn't be angry or annoyed or downright refuse her doing this, but it made her heart explode knowing just how easygoing he was about this and how caring he was. Ben wasn't the slightest bit uncomfortable or resentful or put off about this and that was more than she could ever ask of him in this situation.

After all, he was going through this process with her, Ben was going to see his wife have a baby for someone else and that wasn't exactly normal or an everyday occurrence.

"Thank you." (Y/n)'s voice was quiet and gentle and a genuine smile formed on her lips when they pulled back. She brushed her thumb over his cheek as she felt his hands moving to hold her hips. They stayed like that for a few minutes in a peaceful silence until (Y/n) pressed another kiss to his lips before eventually pulling away so she could go and get a drink.

Ben turned around and leaned his back against the counter before he picked up his coffee, his eyes following (Y/n) as she headed over to the fridge.

"I'll have to book the twelve week scan soon." (Y/n) mused quietly whilst she grabbed the juice and got a cup from the cupboard on her left. Thinking about the scans really made it sink in that this was happening but (Y/n) didn't quite know how to feel about this. Growing up she had always told herself she didn't want kids but that had changed when she got older. When she married Ben she was fine with not having kids and now she could have the experience just once, even if she wouldn't get a baby at the end of it.

It was going to be weird going to scans and having to remember it wasn't really her baby she was having. It shared none of her DNA and none of Ben's either, it was Gwilym and Amy's baby that they had longed for since they first got together.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Ben noticed the way (Y/n)'s hand tightened around her glass like she thought it was about to slip through her fingers before she spun round on her heels to face him.

When they had first discussed this and Ben had said it was fine with him, he had offered to go along to any scans or checkups so (Y/n) wasn't doing it alone. (Y/n) had already talked about this kind of thing with Gwilym and Amy and they had agreed when (Y/n) asked if she could go to the scans alone. She would obviously tell them all the updates and give them the scan photos and such, but she wanted to do it on her own. It would feel too awkward with them there and they had said that it was perfectly fine because this was (Y/n)'s experience too and they didn't want to make it uncomfortable for her.

But when Ben first offered to come along, (Y/n) didn't think he was serious or that he would actually go through with it. She thought he was trying to be supportive but when the time came, he might feel too awkward to actually come along.

When (Y/n) turned around to face him, she saw the genuine look in his eyes and the almost cheeky smile on his lips showed he wasn't messing her around or asking out of nervousness or because he thought he should. He genuinely wanted to if she wanted him there.

"Really?"

"I can't have you going alone, what will the doctor think?"

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"Alright, if you'd like to take a seat we can take a look at your little one." The slightly aged but very bright midwife moved her hand to gesture to the bed she wanted (Y/n) to lie on before she moved to set up the monitor.

Both (Y/n) and Ben shared a silent but knowing look between them before they walked over to go and sit down. It had already been agreed between the couple that if the midwife or doctors didn't know about this being a surrogate pregnancy, they wouldn't correct them. It would waste too much time and be too annoying to have to explain that this wasn't their baby, it was actually their friend's baby they were just 'looking after' temporarily.

(Y/n) knew it was going to be so much easier to just turn up to scans and checkups with Ben and just pretend this was their baby. It saved a lot of hassle and awkwardness.

Moving over to the bed, (Y/n) sat up and stretched her legs out whilst Ben sat down on the seat next to her. When she turned to look at him, (Y/n) could see the curiosity in his eyes that were flitting between her and the monitor. He'd never been in this position before and he never imagined that he would be, but he couldn't deny that it made his stomach burst with adrenaline.

Ben watched (Y/n) roll her shirt up but when he noticed her dragging her nails across the bed she was lying on, he reached over and took her hand. He could see the nervousness rattling through her whole body to the point she was almost shaking and he knew why.

Gwilym and Amy had been waiting for this moment for years and they truly didn't think this would ever happen. Ben could see how nervous (Y/n) was in case the midwife told her that there was a problem or she'd lost the baby or had had a phantom pregnancy. She didn't want to upset or let her friends down and it was making her panic when she had no reason to.

(Y/n) barely felt the cold gel pressing onto her stomach, her eyes simply zoomed in on the monitor and waited for the black and grey picture to become as clear as it would to her untrained eyes. This had to of worked, she didn't want to go back to the hospital to try again, she didn't want to feel the disappointment or grief and she certainly didn't want to see her friends heartbroken at her failure.

"There's your baby."

Ben couldn't feel his chest moving or any breaths leaving his lips when those three little words hit his ears. They felt so odd in his mind because this wasn't his baby, it wasn't even (Y/n)'s baby despite her carrying it. But those words made his heart clench so tightly he thought for a brief moment that he was having some kind of heart attack.

This wasn't their baby... but what if it was?

What if they had been sitting here waiting for their baby to come on the screen, what if they were actually seeing their own baby on that screen?

Ben had never thought about it like this before, he'd always just had a feeling or a knowing sense that he didn't want kids. He loved (Y/n) to the ends of the Earth and he didn't feel a yearning for a baby, he just liked it being the two of them. But there was something about the small little blip on the screen that was tugging at his heartstrings. He couldn't help but wonder what this would all be like if they weren't here solely for Gwilym and Amy.

It never escaped Ben's notice that (Y/n) was in two minds about children. He could always see how on some occasions she looked at kids and it just didn't click in her mind, she didn't feel anything. But then other times, on small occasions, he could see that yearning in her eyes that he'd never felt before... until now.

Why was that one little blip on the screen making Ben question something he thought he knew for certain?

[not-sebastian-stan]

B.B- thankfull 2/2

part one

summary: Bucky goes back to you to tell you that he is LittleDumpling374. 

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" Mister Barnes, you have to tell them! " Peter yelps out, pulling on Bucky's arm. Bucky simply gives the kid a small push causing him to stumble back and let go of his arm.

" Look, kid, let's just go home, " Bucky says. " I'll buy you McDonald's on the way home? ". Even though it was a good bargain - Peter would do anything for some fries and a milkshake - he would much rather see Bucky talking to you more.

Peter gives Bucky puppy dog eyes, pulling a frown on his face. " Oh no, don't do that, don't-". Bucky gets interrupted by Peter letting out a long sigh. Clutching his hand in front of his chest, almost beggingly, the kid starts pleading.

" Please, Mister Barnes! Pleeeaaassseeeee! I will do your laundry for a week- no, all your chores for a month. ". Bucky holds his hand up, signaling the kid to stop talking.

" Fine. " he sighs. Happiness washes over Peter's face as he pulls the man in for a hug. Bucky lets out an uncomfortable noise due to human contact. Peter unwraps his arms from him and nervously scratches his neck.

" Right, no hugs. ". Bucky nods at the comment, shrugging it off before walking away towards your stand. Peter quickly follows him, jogging behind the colossal man trying to keep up with his big strides.

From a distance, Bucky can see you, laughing at a joke one of the fans at your stand makes. He can't help the smile curling on his lips. You look so happy, so peaceful. Like this is what gives you the energy you need.

Peter gives Bucky a harsh push on his back, causing him to stumble forward towards you. You quickly look up as you see the man falling forward from the corner of your eye. Your hands push out, in reflex, to try and catch him. Bucky gathers his balance again, though, standing on both of his feet.

" Are you okay? " you ask, concern in your voice. Bucky nods. His mind is fogged up, unable to for words. He opens and closes his mouth like a fish gasping for water.  " Bucky, are you okay? ". Bucky. You remembered his name. All he could think about is you actually behind here.

" Littledumpling374! " he blurts out. You give him a confused look. " I-I'm LittleD-Dumpling. ". Your eyes widen as a bright smile casts over your lips. Without thinking, you wrap your arms around him.

He stands there in shock for a moment before wrapping his arms around you as well. He could only imagine what hugging you felt like. In video's, you gave the camera a ' hug ' and sure, the idea of that was nice. But the actual feeling of your arms around his body was relaxing, calming, comforting. It was what he needed. Comforting human contact.

" O my gosh! I never thought I would actually meet you. " you squeal out. You let go of the man, keeping a hand on his bicep. " What's your number? ".

Bucky's gulps at your words, eyes popping out of his skull. " For a coffee date! " you quickly say at his reaction. " I want to get to know my little dumpling. ". Bucky nods, ticing in his number as you hand him your phone.

" Mister Barnes, can we go home? I want McDonald's! " Peter says from behind Bucky. He gives you an apologetic smile, wishes he could talk to you longer.

" Well, I'll text you, Bucky, " you say as Bucky walks away towards a grumpy Peter. Bucky nods, waving his last goodbye's to you before disappearing out of your sight. Damn, he was cute.

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[mouse507]

Ahhh! It's so cute.

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You woke up, and groaned. You looked over to your clock, it's was 7 am. So early, you thought. You stretched and stood up, making your way to the kitchen for some tea. As you started to boil your water, you went outside to check your mail. You opened the door and smelled the freshness of rain in the air, the concrete was warm, wet and full of puddles. It was humid, it's made your hair kind of wavy and frizzy. You got to the mail box, you painted it yourself, It was unique.

It was painted a dark blue, with your initials on one side in a lighter blue, and on the other your address number in gold. You splattered little white dots of paint to look like stars. You liked it, that's what mattered. You sifted through your mail. "Bills, bills,...ooh not bills."

You closed the mailbox back up and walked inside. Your tea water was beyond ready, you turned the stove down and set down all but the one letter. It was hand written, the name read "Ringo Star". You laughed. "What does he want." You opened it up, and invitation. It was oddly formal for him to send you an invitation, he'd normally just call you.

The letter read:

"Dear y/n,

The Beatles are glad to invite you to a small party. It's in celebration of our new album, and we love it if you could join us for the splendid occasion. We would appreciate your appearance specifically, you've helped us so much it the smallest of ways during this album creation.

We love you!-

Ringo starr"

You knew he didn't come up with this, Paul or someone had to have helped. Though you appreciate his attempt at being so formal for you. You and Ringo went to highschool together, and kind of stayed friends after. You did little things for him first like, bringing him his lunch when he forgot. But then it turned into the boys asking for things, but being upset about asking. You never minded it, and were always happy to help however you could. This turned into you being an almost unpaid intern, running and grabbing things for them, small things. You never thought they cherished it as much as they did.

You'll go to the party, it'll be fun right? You called Ringo and asked how formal it actually was, "Oh it's not like a gala or anythin, just wear a simple dress. Nothing complicated." So that's what your wore. You had a small black dress, the sleeves went down to your elbows, and it came down to your knees. It's kind of flared out at your hips, it was quite pretty on you, you almost never wore it, and wanted more reasons to. - You put in some small black heel boots. They were pretty, yet casual. You got in your little red car, And drove to the party. The poor car was falling apart, but you hadn't the money for a new one.

You pulled up to the party, and it was a really small get together. Not a lot of cars in the driveway and it was just at the boy's place. You walked up to the door and hesitantly knocked in the door. You fixed your dress a bit, and your hair, making sure it wasn't a tangled mess. The door was opened by Paul, "Hey Y/n! So glad your here!" He pulled me in for a small hug. "Glad to be here Paul." You said as you stepped inside. The music that was playing wasn't super loud, but loud none the less. You couldn't here it outside, but you still had to speak loudly to hear each other.

You weren't great at social gatherings, maybe you should just go to the bathroom and prep talk yourself for a moment. As you were thinking of what to do Ringo came up behind you, "Hello dear," you jumped at his sudden appearance, "didn't mean to scare you love" you laughed and hugged him. "How are you dear." You asked. You talked for a while when you thought to yourself, 'maybe a glass of wine could help me unwind'. "Ringo I'll be right back " you said. You went to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass from one of the 3 already opened bottles.

John was leaning against the counter. You always thought he hated you, any time you went near him, he tensed up, and looked away. You thought you just didn't stroke him the right way. Of course when you turned around you smiled at him anyway. "Hello John." You said. You wished he liked you, you'd like to talk to him about pressing life matters. You knew he loved to talk about those kind of things, certain views in politics and such.

He simply nodded his head up at you. You leaned against the sink with him. You can't lie, he was attractive, the way his hair laod on his cheeks, and his glasses made his face seem almost like it was framed. John did what he normally did, he tensed up and looked away from you. He gripped his arm tightly. "Some um, how many songs did you write on the album?" What a dumb question you though. He sighed "A few, hey could you maybe not stand so close to me? It's hard to breathe.-" He took a small pause. "Oh..." You said. You sadly started to walk away.

"It's hard enough that my heart races at just the sight of you." It was small whisper but it made you stop in your track. John had turned around to face the sink as he whispered something you definitely we're not supposed to hear. "What..." You said.

You began to think about all of the small things he's done. Like when the boys go out for tea, John always made sure to get you one as well if you were at the studio. Or how he'd compliment you if you looked nice one day.

"John, if you're just screwing with me-" you cut yourself off, and turned around. "Y/n, I'm not lying." He whispered. You smiled, "John would you like to go out sometime. Properly? This is kind of a bad setting. Maybe go out to dinner? Or see a movie?" You asked looking into your drink.

"I'd love that Y/n. This weekend, I'll take you out to dinner." You both smiled and talked for the rest of the party.

[hufflepuff2010]

I Owe You.|Lin x reader

A.N. Sadly, Vanessa does not exist. 

*READER POV*

“So, listen-don’t give me that look-my apartment has to be renovated because it’s really old and even the air is messed up-there’s mold! Anyway, I was wondering if maybe I could possibly, please, stay here, please? Because the last time I was at a hotel-” “Woah, woah, calm down. Of course you can stay over.” Lin said, effectively cutting off my speech and making my heart twist in two different ways. 

You see, I like Lin. Like, like like. Yes, because that clarifies things, (Y/N). So, I absolutely adored how he was always so sweet. And understanding. And-well, there’s a lot of other things I like about him. Such as...

-His smile

-His eyes

-His kindness

-His understanding

-His forgivingness

-His laugh

-How he always tries to stay strong for those he loves

-How he’ll do anything for those he loves

-How he is with Seb

-His voice

-His vibe

-The way his happiness is infectious

-His coffee

-How he wakes people up in the morning with his coffee

-How he’s always there

-Everything, really.

The other way my heart clenched is because I couldn’t be with him. Hell, he’s a single parent, he stars in a Broadway Musical, he’s way out of my league... he’s him. And I’m me. To him, I’m just a close friend, a sister, maybe a part-time babysitter. But I doubt that he could ever see me romantically.

As this crisis ran through my head, I had stepped into the apartment and put my stuff next to the couch-where I didn’t notice Sebastian until his small arms had wrapped around mine in a sort of hug. “Hey! Sebby! How’s my favorite Miranda, hmm?” I cooed at him as I picked him up.

After fawning over Seb for about 20 minutes, Lin finally told me it was time for his nap. I reluctantly handed him over and went to get myself some water. As I was walking over to the couch, I heard soft singing. I perked up and placed the water bottle down. Following the sound of Lin’s voice, I found myself in the door of the nursery. Sebastian was in the crib that Lin and I had made, bundled in blankets and clutching the stuffed bunny I got him at Christmas. Lin was leaning against the crib bars and had one arm in the crib, which Seb was holding tightly with one arm. Dear Theodosia. I realized. That was his lullaby. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW! the me inside my head screamed. Shut up. I told mini me. I leaned against the doorway, in a trance. It was only when he reached the third to last line that I managed to break myself out of the daze and scramble back to the living room, looking as if I’d been watching what was on T.V.-Chuggington.

Lin came over and raised an eyebrow. “Chuggington?” he asked. “Yeah! Yeah, of course! I-I love Chuggington. Y’know, with the-with red train and the yellow one... Good times.” I said. You see, this is why I can’t be an actress. “Uh huh. Okay, sure, why not?” Lin responded as he settled next to me.

That night I awkwardly shuffled to the hall closet and started pulling out a blanket. “What are you doing?” Lin’s amused voice came from behind. “Um, getting a blanket for-” “For the couch? Yeah, I don’t think so. You’re sleeping in the bed, I’ll take the couch.” Lin said as he took the blanket. “Wait, wait, no,” I started as I pulled the blanket toward me. “I’m sleeping on the couch, this is your house.” I reasoned, but the blanket was taken from me once again. “And you are my guest and best friend.” Another tug from me. “So? I’ve slept in worse places. Like my dining room table. The couch will be wonderful.” I replied.

Before Lin could argue or pull the blanket away again, I said “Or we could both sleep in the bed. It’s not like we’ve never done it before.” And that is how I ended up laying in Lin’s bed, back to back. I couldn’t sleep. I kept fantasizing about this being my life-though, maybe less awkward. I’d go to sleep with Lin at night, tend to Sebastian most times as well as I wanted Lin to sleep because Lord knows he doesn’t get much of it. Always writing, that genius. But he did spend time with his friends and family, but in most of his free time he was working on some sort of song or other.

Before long, I heard a light snore. I smiled gently. I laid there for a few minutes in silence, other than Lin’s snoring, when he suddenly turned toward me. He was still asleep, I could tell, but that didn’t stop the blush from crawling up my neck to my cheeks and to my ears when he tossed an arm around me. Lin tugged me forward into his chest, wrapped his other arm around me, and rested his head on mine.

At this point I was grinning, but yeah. I was very happy. Eventually, I did manage to fall asleep, wrapped in Lin’s arms, head buried in chest, arms around his torso, and grinning like mad... but I was awoken not long after.

Sebastian’s sharp cry pierced the air and we both instantly shot up. Lin and I groggily untangled ourselves and I rolled out of bed. “Where-” “I’ve got him. Get back to sleep.” I mumbled gently. He sighed deeply and flopped back on the bed.

Shuffling out of the room, I noticed how cold it was. I frowned at the air. Why’d Lin keep it so cold, only to complain and turn it down in the morning. I rolled my eyes and finally made it to Seb’s room, where the wailing had not ceased. I walked to the crib and he stopped crying as he stared at me in confusion and/or wonder (hehehheheh) for a moment. But then the daze was broken and he started crying again.

My eyebrows furrowed as I reached down and scooped him up. Cradle with both arms, support the neck and head. I repeated the mantra that the doctor had told Lin and I when we went to the doctor’s office. I settled in the rocking chair that I had bought what seemed like forever ago. I started humming ‘Safe and Sound’ quietly. Not after long, Sebastian was asleep again. But the problem with that-so was I. I woke up in the morning with Lin bent in front of me, hand on my shoulder, and Sebastian missing from my arms.

“Sebastian-” I started, with a panicked tone. “Is in the kitchen eating scrambled eggs.” he finished in a calm voice, one eyebrow raised. Damn, that’s really cu-stop it, (Y/N)! 

And after the first day, that was how most days went-though usually, I would remember to put Sebastian back in the crib. 

November 12, 2015

Yet again, a cry ripped through the peace. Lin sat up but I pulled him back down and sat up. “I’ve got him.” I tried to murmur, but thankfully, Lin seemed to get the gist as he turned and cuddled into the blanket. I smiled fondly and walked out of the room, bumping into the wall a few times along the way. I hurriedly entered the nursery and scooped Seb up. I proceeded to walk to the rocking chair-which Lin had declared as mine-and rocked him gently, humming ‘Part of Your World’ from the Little Mermaid. 

That morning, I woke up with Lin’s arm wrapped round my waist and the other thrown haphazardly over his face. My face was buried in the crook of his neck, my hand resting on his chest. 

November 19, 2015

Sebastian’s wails filled Lin’s and my ears. We had had a late night, and we were on our fourth movie. “(Y/N), I got him this time. You’ve been doing it, I mean, he’s my son.” Lin quickly said as he slipped his arm from around my shoulders. I jerked my head up, but it started to droop. I nodded as Lin laughed. “Go to sleep, you crazy person.” he insisted. “Uh huh.” I muttered.

November 26, 2015

I sat up a split second before Sebastian started crying. I nodded kudos to my brain’s internal clock, or whatever. I massaged Lin’s shoulder for a minute, as a gesture of ‘got it’, before springing out of bed and speed-walking down the hall. This was early, for sure, but that wasn’t what was unusual about the situation. His cries were more urgent than most times.

I burst through the door and picked Sebby up. I kissed his forehead and frowned. He was hot. Sebastian’s cries had gone down slightly and were now whimpers as he snuggled against my chest. I lifted him so that his head could rest on my shoulder. I started humming as I stepped out of the room, tensing when I heard him cough. I quickly made my way to the phone and called Sebastian’s doctor. He diagnosed it as a common cold and told me to let him rest as much as possible, eat foods that sick people normally eat (like soup and stuff), and to give him lots of fluids. “Alright Dr. Hansen. Thank you. I can stop by tomorrow to pick up a prescription.” I said as I faintly heard footsteps in the hall.

I was still bouncing Seb. “Oh, um, y-yes. That’s fine. I-I should have it ready by-by two ‘o clock.” he responded. “Thanks again, Evan. You’re really a lifesaver.” I told him. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder that was not being occupied by Sebby’s head. “Okay, bye then.” I said as I hung up. Spinning around, I came face to face with none other than Lin-Manuel Miranda.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked in a gravelly voice. I cleared my throat and explained Seb’s cold. “Oh. Alright then. Chicken soup for lunch and dinner it is. Yay.” he said sarcastically. I smiled at him and he wrapped an arm around my back (where my shoulder blades were). I leaned into his side and we sat on the couch together, waiting for Sebastian to go to sleep.

“Hey, buddy.” Lin’s voice was soft and gentle. “Yeah?” Seb asked. “Listen, how about you sleep with (Y/N/N) and I tonight.” Lin offered. “Okay, daddy. Like sleepin’ with you and mommy.” he mumbled. Lin and I both froze and went pale. Though he couldn’t pronounce some words correctly, Sebastian could say complete sentences-more or less. But he’d never called me ‘mommy’ before. 

And of course, it was only minutes after that Sebastian was asleep in our arms. We walked wordlessly to the bedroom and I gently laid him down. “Wow. My kid’s calling you mom and you’re the one that sighs and tells me ‘I’ll go take care of this’ in the middle of the night. We might as well be married.” Lin joked. We both sat down on the edge of the bed. My heart fluttered and started beating so loud that Chile had to hear it. Blood rushed in my ears as I leaned closer.

“(Y/N)...?” Lin said with a questioning tone. “Well, if we were married... I’d be able to do this, right?” I asked as I leaned closer. Our lips were centimeters apart. “Of course.” Lin breathed. “And if we were married, I’d most likely get to do this.” Lin stated before pushing his lips against mine. I smiled and kissed back. His tongue swiped against my bottom lip. I happily opened and gave him access. Our tongues lazily wrestled for domanince (to lazy to search up proper spelling, lol). After a few minutes, we breathlessy pulled apart.

“I, um... really like you.” I said nervously. Lin only laughed. “Well, I’d hope so, you just made out with me.” he responded. “Ha ha.” I retorted lamely.

Dedicated to @pleasegivemethatpenback and @helplesshansen, both of whom have not been feeling great.

[hunterartemis]

A Quick Survey

I have already mapped out my Story The Assistant. So in this point I wanna check how far or how close my readers are with me so far... notes won’t be enough. You have to Comment. 

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2. What house could she be?

3. If you could choose an actor/actress, what actor/actress would you choose to play Maxine?

4. If Maxine could have her theme song what could it be?

5. Does she remind you of anyone? Or better, am I ripping off another already existing HP character.

6. Is she trustworthy?

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[gingerwritess]

sooooo..... imagine having to social isolate/quarantine away from loki so you're just seeing eachother through glass windows or something?? and like once you do see eachother you have to tell him to keep his distance and he would be so grumpy

a quick fluffy quarantine piece cause i have to start practicing writing faster…

i’ll be answering the asks in my inbox soon, i’m sorry, i’m not ignoring you! 

warnings: covid-19 mentions? but not really, just quarantine. mischief and kisses.

“You’re just gonna sit there? Really?”

Loki nods, one firm jerk of his head. “You better believe it.”

Heaving a sigh, you lob a book at his chest and it goes right through him. On the futon to your left, another Loki appears, arms still crossed tight over his chest, brow furrowed, slumped into the widest manspread you’ve ever seen. 

That’s the fourth Loki in the room, now. One on the couch, one on the counter next to the fridge, one perched atop the stack of books that started this whole ordeal. This one makes four, all scowling at you.

“I’m not changing my mind,” you tell him, ignoring each one of him as you bustle about, picking up papers and righting the throw pillows on the couch. 

“You are impossibly stubborn,” he replies. 

“Thank you.”

“You’d make a lovely queen,” the third Loki says, “but let’s not dwell on that right now.”

“Particularly evil, too,” another adds. “You know I love that dress.”

Of course you do, but he’d been being such a pain with this whole “reduced touching,” social distancing thing that you couldn’t help but hit him where it hurts. 

Quarantine hit your newlywed household hard, dumping the two of you out of the honeymoon phase and directly into learning how the other operates when left entirely to their own devices. 

Loki, it turns out, reads. And writes. And draws. And, around evening time, must cook or bake something or else he’ll be miserable. 

Oh, and the last thing: he moves from one thing to the next so quickly, he forgets to pick any of it up when he finishes, leaving the most intellectually chaotic mess atop every surface in the house. 

Stacks of books have taken up residence as your new nightstands, coffee tables, and catch-alls, and most of them have a plate with half a scone sitting on their covers, or a coffee cup with one last sip at the bottom, or a cup of tea gone two days cold and leaving a beige ring on his copy of Skáldskaparmál. 

You’d had enough. Granted, you weren’t doing the greatest with the quarantine yourself, but the both of you can’t be messy in this new home. One is enough.

“Well,” you huff, and walk right through the Loki in the doorway to the kitchen, “enjoy the view. That’s all you’re getting.”

His pout reaches a new level of pathetic.

It’s one of both of your favorite dresses, the kind of dress that gives you the motivational kick you need to walk with your head held high, the kind that makes you feel unstoppable, like you can accomplish anything in the world.

So when you woke up today, decided today would be the day you tackle the house, you knew you needed to pull out the dress. Plus it would be some good leverage with the pouty prince…

“You’re being unreasonable,” the pouty prince announces. You give him a hearty scoff, eyebrows lifting as you start dismantling one of the book towers by the end of the couch.

“Am I, now?”

“Yes. I’m a god, I can’t get sick.” One of the Lokis hops off the counter and trails after you. “I am the furthest from being at risk of this virus, I think we’re safe enough to kiss—”

“How do we know that?”

“I’m literally a god. Ask Thor, he’ll tell you.”

You almost turn around and kiss him just to shut him up, but catch yourself just in time, resolving to purse your lips at him instead. “That’s not what I mean. I know you’re a god or whatever. I just don’t want to take the chance of either of us getting sick anyways.”

“That,” he says, and the clone steps towards you, “is a risk I’m willing to take.”

He takes your face in his hands, his weirdly warm, seidr-made hands, and leans in to kiss you deeply. You let him, eyes rolling with a sigh and eyebrow quirked as the foggy apparatus of your husband tries to kiss you with the same fervor as if it were really him.

It’s close, definitely close—but it’s still just slightly off. Too warm, too tingly against your lips; he leaves behind a bit of a buzz, and not necessarily the pleasant kind. More along the lines of electricity, an electric shock and static in the air.

“Good enough.” You pat the clone’s cheek and your hand goes through him again, fingertips right through his frown. “Satisfied?”

“Satisfaction is not in my nature,” the real Loki replies, his frown deeper as he stares at the two of you. “Though we do make an attractive couple, I have to admit.”

“Damn right,” you grin, tossing him a wink before turning back to the book stack. There’s a Loki in every direction, watching you, pouting, all desperate to touch you and the original one is chewing his lip.

That can’t be good.

“All of you pick a stack,” you order, waving a hand at the library that exploded in your living room. “You can’t all just stand here and gawk. You’ve got to sort these out, Lokes, it’s getting out of hand.”

The four of them do as you say, grumbling the whole way and throwing you dirty looks. The real Loki plops himself on the floor in front of one of the bookshelves and starts rifling through an array of papers, occasionally crumpling one into a ball and tossing it at you.

And a few seconds later, another one boinks you on the head. 

Then another.

“Loki!”

“Hm?”

“Stop it.” You give him your most threatening glare, adding another book to the midgardian must-read pile. “Stop thinking about it, you’ll get used to this.”

“I don’t want to get used to this,” he replies with a huff and rips a piece of paper in two. “I miss you.”

“It’s been barely four days.”

He closes his eyes with a sigh and flops back onto the floor, throwing a dramatic arm over his face. “That’s already far too long.”

“It’s for our own good! Just until we’ve flattened the curve, okay?”

His elbow lifts and one eye cracks open; with a sly smile like that, you know what he’s thinking before he’s even said it.

“Darling, none of the curves I’m interested in have any business being flattened.”

You spin and lunge at him. 

He shrieks, but your reaching hands go right through him and instead of landing on him like you’d hoped, you faceplant on the floor, no Loki in sight.

Besides the other three laughing at you from behind, of course. 

“I hate you,” you mutter, picking yourself back up and tossing a paper ball at the Loki leaning by the tv. He catches it, and you make a mental note that that’s the real one. “Face me yourself, coward.”

“Oh, those are fighting words,” all three of him grin. 

Fighting, huh?

“Fighting” with Loki takes a different kind of intellect. You can’t just hide his stuff or fill his hairdryer with baby powder, petty pranks don’t work on him. You have to hit him were it hurts. And be three steps ahead.

Lucky for you, there’s three Lokis conveniently in the room.

“I need you,” you start slowly, working your way towards the Loki on the left.

The duplicate swallows hard, watching you sidle up closer to him than you have been in the past four days. You can feel the other two Lokis burning gazes on the back of your head, especially when you run your hand up the faded, glowing god’s warm chest.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, leaning into you, “I need you, too.”

“I need you,” you tell him again, your voice dropping to a low purr, “to go clean up the mess you left on my desk.”

A moment of hesitation crosses the clone’s face—then he mutters a “yes, ma’am” and trudges off to the office.

“What’s your play here, love?” Loki asks, raising an eyebrow at you. 

You just give him a sickly sweet smile—one that sends his heart pounding, much to his dismay—and sashay your way to the other clone, the one on the right, sitting on the sofa. “Getting you to cooperate.”

This clone grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap before you can get handsy with him, but you don’t mind. It’s too easy—you can literally make Loki jealous of himself. 

“And what should I have you do?”

“Anything,” the Loki answers earnestly. 

“I’m wondering if we should remodel completely,” you muse, stroking a hand through his hair. “That wall could go. Then we can make that entire wall a built in bookshelf. What do you think, sweetheart?”

“Wonderful idea. I love it.” He nods a bit too enthusiastically. “And I think the kitchen needs new cupboards and countertops, everything’s too dark and closed off in here. I prefer open concept, don’t you?”

“Ooh, you’re a sweet one.” Glancing up at the fuming Loki you left by the tv, you give him another grin. “You get a kiss, for that. Can I keep you?”

Real Loki narrows his eyes and bares his teeth, bringing a laugh from your throat as you take Loki’s face in your hands and press your lips to his, ready for the familiar shock and warm buzz of his seidr on your skin. 

Instead, he’s solid. Very, very solid. And a little cold, impossibly soft, and his hands don’t have that mystical warmth of a clone when they run down the curve of your back, pulling you closer into him as he kisses you as well as he possibly can.

Wait. 

“Loki…”

“Mm,” he replies, and a hand slips behind your neck to keep you in place. 

“You little shit—”

He just kisses you harder, muffling his laughter with your lips and pulling you flush against him. 

The Loki by the tv fades into nothing with a wave of his hand.

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Growing soft- Part 2

Here is the second part in my Ben Hardy mini-series that I hope everyone is going to like, thank you all for the lovely feedback so far.

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Part 1

Summary: Ben has always been set on the idea of not having kids, but when (Y/n) becomes a surrogate for Gwilym and his wife, Ben wonders if he really is sure about no kids after all.

Enjoy.

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"Do you feel sick?" Ben's words were hushed so the other people sitting in the waiting room couldn't hear but his face gave away the concern that was creeping into his system. He could tell by the way that (Y/n) was both pursing and biting down on her lips that she was either anxious or uncomfortable and the way she was trying to take very deep, slow breaths implied she didn't feel very well.

"No, I don't think so." (Y/n) let herself slouch back in the rather uncomfortable wooden chair before she tilted her head up to look at Ben, watching his brows raise and a sigh pass through his lips.

"That's reassuring." (Y/n) knew he wasn't mad or irritated, he was trying to make a joke despite the concern he felt. It hadn't escaped his notice that (Y/n) hadn't eaten breakfast or dinner today from feeling too sick to stomach anything. He was just hoping that after this (Y/n) might feel better or the least bit hungry and manage to eat something.

With a roll of her eyes, (Y/n) leaned her head on Ben's shoulder as her eyes slowly started scanning around the waiting room. This was one of the parts (Y/n) didn't like, having to sit around and wait with other people. It worried her in case someone tried to spark off a conversation and she either had to go through the true story of her being a surrogate or she had to make up some fantasy and hope she and the stranger never saw each other again.

The waiting room always made (Y/n) feel a bit uncomfortable because it was like she shouldn't really be here. It wasn't her baby she was here for and it made her feel invalid.

Waiting here also made (Y/n)'s mind run away without her, she could never help but come up with different ideas and daydreams that stuck with her for the rest of the day. Sometimes she just looked at the other couples or women on their own and wondered what their story was, if any of them were surrogates or happy couples or having problems. But most of the time, (Y/n) could never stop her mind from wondering what it would be like if she and Ben were here properly, having a baby of their own that they were here to see on a scan.

(Y/n) couldn't deny that that fantasy was the one she thought about more than anything else. She wanted that. Every time she could feel the baby moving just a little or when she saw them on the screen or even just each time she noticed her stomach growing, (Y/n) wondered what it would be like if this was her baby.

She wanted that feeling, she wanted to look at a scan photo or stare at her stomach and smile knowing that she was having a baby of her own. Instead, each time she looked at her stomach or a scan she was reminded that this wasn't her fantasy, this was someone else's baby she was just bringing into the world like a gift for a friend.

When (Y/n) had agreed to this and talked to the doctors about it they had talked her through everything and told her that it would be hard. They said she would have an emotional attachment to the baby and that made it hard for some surrogates to give the baby over to the parents. (Y/n) knew that would never be the case with her. At first, she thought it wouldn't be the case because she was too strong willed for that and had too much love for her friends to hurt them in such a way.

But now (Y/n) knew she would never be able to keep the baby or have an attachment to them because she knew they weren't hers. (Y/n) didn't know if it was selfish of her or not, but she wouldn't want to bring up the baby knowing that they weren't truly hers. Every day she would know that the child had none of her DNA or traits or features, she would see Gwilym and Amy in them and it would make her resent the child. She had no want or need to keep this child because it would feel like she was stealing or kidnapping them from their true parents.

"Baby, you ready?"

(Y/n) didn't even hear her name being called out by the midwife, she'd been too lost in her thoughts until Ben pulled her back to reality. Nodding her head, (Y/n) knitted her hands together as they got up and followed the midwife down the corridor and into one of the rooms on the right.

"Okay, you're just over five months, so you can find out the gender today if you like?" The midwife was as chirpy as ever with the same smile on her lips as they all entered the room.

(Y/n) turned her head towards Ben when they were both sat down and a silent look passed between them before Ben motioned his hand towards (Y/n), indicating that it was her decision, not his. They both knew that Gwilym and Amy would want to know, but they didn't have to find out right now if (Y/n) didn't want to know. But it wasn't her baby and (Y/n) knew deep down that knowing the gender wouldn't affect her.

"Yes, please." (Y/n)'s voice was quiet but there was a small smile on her lips, more due to the fact that she couldn't wait to see how Gwilym and Amy would react when they knew what they were having. (Y/n) could just see Gwilym with a little girl to dote on, but Ben more imagined Gwilym with a boy. He could see his friend reading books and doing all the voices and characters to him.

The moment (Y/n) pulled her shirt up over her stomach, Ben reached for her hand out of habit and when (Y/n) turned to look at him, there was a soft smile on his lips as the midwife got the monitor ready.

Ben didn't quite know what it was, but there was just something about the baby's heartbeat that got to him. During the first scan, he didn't really pay much attention to the heartbeat that was faint and quiet to the point he had drowned it out. But this time, it sounded more magnified, it was like a drumbeat that he couldn't help but focus on. After learning to play the drums for Bohemian Rhapsody, whenever Ben listened to a song now he always picked up on the rhythm and drumbeat before he even registered the lyrics or the song itself.

His ears were trained to listen out for the beats and the baby's heartbeat was all he could hear right now, and he liked it.

There was something about the steady rhythm that felt so relaxing yet adrenaline inducing to Ben and it made his foot begin to tap against the floor and caused his leg to jitter up and down.

The heartbeat entranced him so much that he stared blankly at the screen for a few seconds before realising that the picture had formed and the baby was now on the screen. The first time they had seen the baby on the screen, the image had been blurry to the untrained eye and it was a very small image considering the baby was only twelve weeks formed. But this time around, the image was almost perfectly clear. They could see the head properly this time and the way the body was coiled round like the baby was trying to form the letter C. Ben could even see the baby's hands that were held protectively to their chest.

"Congratulations, you're having a baby boy."

Those few words seemed to wash over (Y/n)'s head completely as her mind started to wander once again. Wondering what it would be like if it was her and Ben who were expecting a baby boy, she'd never given it much thought what gender their own baby would be if they ever had one. (Y/n) could see Ben with a boy, a little version of him who he could teach to play rugby or photography.

Still stuck in her thoughts, (Y/n) turned her head to look over at Ben but her eyes narrowed the more she looked at him. She could feel his finger tapping against the back of her hand but she now realised he was tapping in time with the heartbeat. But what captured her attention more was the very distant but gentle smile as his eyes moved from the monitor to look at (Y/n).

(Y/n) had never seen Ben smile quite like that before, he didn't seem like he was just fondly looking at the monitor or like he was thinking about Gwil or Amy, it was something different that (Y/n) couldn't work out.

Whatever the look was, (Y/n) couldn't work it out, nor could she explain it or understand it when all the time she had known Ben, he had been set on not having kids of his own.

So why was he looking at the screen like that?

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"It's a boy." (Y/n) bit down on her lip like she was trying to stop her smile from spreading too wide when she saw the looks on Amy and Gwilym's faces. In the beginning, something had told (Y/n) that Amy knew exactly what she wanted in terms of having a boy or a girl whereas Gwilym seemed to just be content with the thought of a child of their own in general. But now, seeing how Amy was reduced to tears, (Y/n) knew any thoughts or ideals her friend had were replaced by the reality she now had.

Amy had no need to imagine what her child would look like or if it would be a boy or a girl and who they would take after or what they would do because she could find out now. She didn't have to create a fantasy of the perfect family and the perfect world because she could have that child she had been longing for.

Amy's fantasies and daydreams were over but now (Y/n)'s were just beginning.

Reaching into her bag, (Y/n) pulled out the scan photo the midwife had given them before gently holding it out to Amy who was sat next to her on the sofa in between (Y/n) and Gwilym. Amy seemed to look at the picture like she was imagining it but her hesitation to take the photo was dashed by Gwilym reaching across and taking it instead.

A tut of annoyance passed Amy's lips but it didn't dash the smile on her lips and it didn't prevent the tears of happiness from falling down her cheeks. She leaned against Gwilym's arm and rested her head on his shoulder so she could look at the photo for a few moments before her attention quickly went back to (Y/n).

"I can't thank you enough for what you're doing for us." Amy whispered the words against the shell of (Y/n)'s ear when she pulled her friend into a crushing hug. Trying to push her emotions onto (Y/n) so she could understand just how grateful she and Gwilym were and always were going to be for what (Y/n) was doing for them.

"You've thanked me enough, really." (Y/n) patted Amy's back before they pulled away and she clasped her hands together in her lap. It was lovely to see Amy and Gwilym so happy and their appreciation made (Y/n)'s heart soar, but at the same time it made her feel a little bit awkward. They had no need to thank her any more than this, they were thanking her when she even considered doing this for them in the beginning.

There was still four more months to go before the baby would be born and it made (Y/n) shiver to think they were thanking her already when something could still happen or go wrong before the baby was born.

"Have you thought any more about what kind of birth you want?" Gwilym's voice caused (Y/n) to pull out of her thoughts before she looked around Amy to see him. His thumb was absentmindedly rubbing over the picture in his hand but his focus was solely on (Y/n). "Didn't you say you wanted a home birth?"

(Y/n) was surprised Gwilym remembered her saying that considering she had only said that in a fleeting moment when they were first discussing everything after she agreed to do this. A home birth had quickly left (Y/n)'s mind not long after she started considering it. (Y/n) knew that if this was her and Ben's baby, a home birth would be at the top of her list, no questions asked. But this wasn't their baby and it would forever stick with (Y/n) if she had the baby at home to then think about that in the dead of night when the baby was no longer there. It would only make the room feel tainted or weird.

This wasn't (Y/n)'s baby and she knew she wouldn't feel comfortable having someone else's baby in her home just to give them away.

"I think I just want a normal delivery at hospital." (Y/n) smiled before letting her eyes wander over to Ben who was sitting on the armchair to her left. He was nursing a cup of coffee that seemed to have stolen his attention for the past few minutes. But it was clear he had been partially listening because when he caught (Y/n)'s eye he smiled and nodded.

The thought of a water birth only made (Y/n) cringe. She knew it was a normal thing but she wasn't keen on the thought of sitting or laying in warm water when she would be overheating herself. If anything it would make her feel uneasy and uncomfortable, she couldn't even lay in the bath for too long without feeling desperate to get out and escape the heat and water that made her skin shrivel up.

(Y/n) didn't have all the details planned out yet, she didn't even want to think about the birth right now since it was a few months away. But she knew for certain that wherever she ended up having the baby, the only person she was letting into that room with her was Ben.

She knew this was a big thing for Gwilym and Amy, she would be mad if it wasn't, but she couldn't have them in the delivery room with her. The thought of either of them in the room watching her go through that pain made her uncomfortable more than she could even comprehend. This was their baby, not hers but (Y/n) couldn't go through that knowing they were looking over her shoulder just waiting to hold the baby they had been longing for.

Ben was the only person (Y/n) would ever allow to see her like that and she couldn't change her mind about this even if she wanted to.

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Running her fingers through her slightly tangled hair, (Y/n) pushed her hair from her eyes that were locked onto Ben's frame, wondering why he was suddenly looking at her like he was. His head was tilted at an angle and his eyes were narrowed like his vision was zooming in on her to get a better look at something. Her feet froze in place when she got to the bottom of the stairs and her free hand gripped the banister just a little bit tighter, wondering what was wrong.

"What?" (Y/n) felt her heart jumping into her chest as adrenaline began to flutter in her stomach. He didn't look angry or annoyed or outraged, but he certainly looked confused and like he was concentrating on something.

"You never wear my button-ups." Ben's expression stayed mostly the same except for his eyes widening a little as he pointed to the shirt (Y/n) was wearing.

The sudden worry pooling in her stomach evaporated instantly and a sigh escaped her lips at knowing nothing was seriously wrong and that he wasn't mad at her for something. Tilting her head down, (Y/n) scanned the shirt she had decided to wear before a lopsided smile came over her lips. She had picked up the habit of stealing Ben's jumpers and sometimes his jackets too, not that he minded. Ben had grown into the habit of buying clothes he knew (Y/n) would like so they could share since he knew she would just pinch his things anyway.

But one of the things she never wore were his button-up shirts. Ben himself didn't wear them all that often but he thought they looked good on (Y/n), yet she never really wore them.

"Your stuff fits better than mine, I thought this might look nice... what do you think?" (Y/n) looked down at the shirt she chose as she walked over until she was stood in front of Ben before she held her arms out at her sides so Ben could look her over and her choice of clothing.

(Y/n) owned a few baggy items of clothing and all of her leggings and looser trousers still fitted her perfectly well. But her shirts were becoming a bit too snug for her liking and since Ben was taller and broader than she was, his clothing was either a perfect fit for her changing shape or it was baggy on her. So she was mostly stealing his clothes at the moment and when she scanned his wardrobe this morning, the plain white shirt seemed to stand out more than the rest.

Biting down on her lip, (Y/n) looked up at Ben when he didn't say anything but his eyes didn't catch her gaze, his vision was focused solely on the shirt she was wearing and her waist in particular. The look in Ben's eyes made (Y/n) bite down on her lip a bit harsher and stopped her breathing but she didn't know what to do or what to say.

Ben didn't wear those button up shirts very often, only if he was going out somewhere that meant he couldn't wear any hoodies and he had to look casual. But seeing it on (Y/n) was something else entirely. She hadn't bothered to tuck the shirt into her trousers so the hem hung around her thighs. The first few buttons were undone and the sleeves were rolled up very unevenly and loosely to her elbows. (Y/n) looked so casual and relaxed with the shirt like that but she also looked rather different than normal, but Ben liked it.

"Sexy."

(Y/n) pursed her lips and closed her eyes for a second longer than normal to try and comprehend what word just escaped her husband's lips which was clearly something he had meant to think and not say.

(Y/n) felt the greatest urge to laugh out of nervousness but she couldn't find the ability to do that, let alone try and speak. How could Ben think she looked sexy wearing one of his shirts when she was pregnant? The shirt didn't exactly do anything to hide her stomach or her hips and if she undid one more button it wouldn't hide her cleavage very well either. (Y/n) thought she looked rather good in this shirt but she wouldn't have thought she looked sexy, at least not whilst she was pregnant.

"You... um... really?" (Y/n) looked down at herself again like she thought Ben was looking at someone else instead of her before her eyes found his. His lips were pressed into a thin line and his eyes were wandering her up and down, he clearly didn't mean to say that outloud. "Sexy, like this?" (Y/n) managed to smile as she moved her hand to her stomach like Ben just overlooked the little fact of the baby.

"Yeah... it's a good look on you." Ben's hands found their way to (Y/n)'s hips, pulling her a bit closer as her hands held onto his arms. She felt his hands tightening on her hips when she bit her lip despite her smile, looking like she was about to laugh.

She couldn't have been sure whether Ben meant the shirt in general was a good look, or if he meant the pregnancy but she didn't dare ask because she had a feeling she could have a good guess which one he meant.

Ben almost chided himself for letting his thoughts slip past his lips but he couldn't help it. He didn't understand his own thoughts right now because he knew (Y/n) didn't know how to feel about how her body was changing but he knew exactly how he felt about it and it was a reaction neither of them had been expecting. It wasn't just her wearing his shirt that he liked- he always liked her wearing his clothes, but there was something about the way she looked now she was pregnant that just got under his skin in the best kind of way and he didn't know why.

(Y/n) almost squeaked when Ben kissed her suddenly and quite fiercely and her breath got caught in her lungs when his hands left her hips and travelled south.

What was happening to him?

[not-sebastian-stan]

Bucky Barnes Imagine- Shirt Thief

Request by Anon: “ is that my shirt? “ and “ are you sure you’re okay” with Bucky?

A/N: Wow I made this extra fluffy because school is killing. Also, I might seem a bit inactive but I’m studying my but off for school and I deleted the Tumblr app from my phone because I spend way to much time on it. But lol

Warnings: just fluff

pairings: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!reader (non-gender specific )

Word count: 1 K

You remember the first time Bucky came into the Avengers building. Steve had his arm swung around his shoulder, holding his best friend tight as if he could slip out of his grip any moment. Bucky’s eyes were glued to the ground as everyone introduced themselves. But he couldn't help but look at when he heard your sweet voice. He quickly noticed the sad faces of the rest of the team, they all heard of the missions he went on. But you, you looked happy. A warm smile spread onto your cheeks. Bucky felt himself smile as well like you gave his some kind of contagious smile illness.

You and Bucky quickly grew close together. Sitting next to each other during dinner, making breakfast for the team together. Yet, it still felt like there was an icy layer of glass between the two of you. You thought that it would melt over time. But, a year later, it’s still there.

“ Bucky! Buckeroo, Buckster! “ you say as you sit down on the couch next to Bucky. He flips to the next page of his book, not even looking up as you lay your head on his right shoulder. “ What is it this time? “ he asks. You take your head off his shoulder, quickly missing the contact, as you slap his arm lightly.

“ I don’t always need something from you! “. Bucky looks up from his book now and gives you an “ are-you-serious “ look. “ Okay, so, I kind of need you to-hey! Don’t walk away! “ you say as you try to pull Bucky back onto the couch. He turns around to face you, crossing his arms over is his chest. “ You need my arm for another prank, don’t you? “. You give him a pout as you hold your hands up beggingly for him. He sighs as he throws his book onto the couch. ‘ Fine! “.

You sneak through the dark halls. Your left-hand drags over the wall to make sure you’re going to right direction. You stop when you feel your hand hitting a doorknob. The kitchen door. You open the door. You are met with another wave of darkness and silence, except for the soft buzzing of the fridge. 

You grab a chair from the table and drag it towards the fridge. You lift the heavy metal arm you have been carrying over your head as you stand on top of the chair, placing the arm on the top shelf of the fridge. 

“ I-Is that my shirt? “ a voice, who you quickly realize is Buckys, asks behind you. You turn around to face Bucky. “ O shit. It is. I thought it was Steve’s, “ you say as you continue preparing your next prank of Sam. “ I always steal his shirts, they’re so soft. “. You take the fabric in between your thumb and pointer to feel the soft fibres against your skin. 

“ I would give it back to you but...I’m kinda wearing it. “. You step off the chair and softly place it back. You can now see that Bucky’s face is bright red and his eyes are close to popping out of his skull. 

‘ Buckster, are you okay? “. The nickname brought him back out of his thought. He nods his head furiously as he takes a step back from you. “ Y-Yeah, I-I’m fine, “ he says turning around to walk out of the kitchen. 

“ Are you sure you’re okay? “ you ask, not believing him. Maybe he just has a nightmare? Could be, but Steve said his nightmares stopped a month ago. “ Yes, “ he whispers as he storms off. Weird.

You walk into the common room. Natasha and Clint are sitting on top of the counter as they whisper something to each other. God knows what those two are talking about. Wanda and Vision are sitting on the couch as they stare at each other, probably talking telepathically. Tony, Bruce and Peter are talking about the new sciences convention coming up while Sam is mocking what they are saying. Bucky and Steve are chatting together. You can see Bucky fidgeting with his hands, he does that when he’s nervous.

You walk towards them as you start to hear their conversation better. “ -No but I saw Y/N wearing it and I just...I don’t know. Should I tell Y/n that I-” 

“ That you what? “ you ask as you stand next to Bucky. He smiles nervously at you as a soft blush covers his cheeks. “ Umh- Nothing-”. Steve quickly cuts Bucky off. “ That bucky wants you to go with him to Tony’s party. “. You sigh is relieve. “ Thank god, I really didn’t want to go alone. “.

Steve smiles at Bucky as he looks even more nervous than before. “ Y-Yes that party. Tony’s party. The party of Tony. The party that Tony is hosting. “ he repeats. You can’t help but smile at his nervousness. You always found it cute how he would stumble over his words.

You step out of your bathroom as you pull the oversized green shirt over your head. “ God, that was one hell of a party, “ you say as you walk over to the bed and let yourself sink into the softness of it. “ I still can’t believe that Tony actually got NSYNC to perform again. “. You turn around to lay on your stomach facing the tv as your grab the remote too but a movie on. 

Bucky walks in with his arms full of food ranging from crisps to ice cream. “ Are you- Are you wearing my shirt a-again? “ Bucky asks as he softly lays the food on your covers. “ Yep, “ you say, adding a pop to the p. “ I stole it. It’s mine now. “. You look up at him to see that dusty rose colour on his cheeks again.

He randomly lets out a soft giggle, quickly clasping his hands before his mouth. You can’t help but giggle at him as well. He slowly removes his hands from his mouth to reveal that handsome smile that makes your knees weak. “ You’re cute when you giggle, “ you say as you press play.

Bucky settles in next to you, leaning softly against you to soak in your body heat. He throws the plush blanket you keep on your bed over the two of you. his nostrils flare open as a wave of your scent hits him. He smiles in his little moment of heaven. “ You truly are a shirt thief.

A/N: this is bad and short but o well

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Nickname: Nini

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Star sign: Picese

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Sexuality: Straight 

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Dream trip: Puerto Rico

Dream job: Actress, preferably on Broadway

Favorite song of the week: (I feel kinda stupid because is it your favorite song currently, or something else?? idk, i’m going with the first one) Fall in Line by Christina Aguilera feat. Demi Lovato

Things you find comforting: My dogs, friends, re-reading a book, music, and ASMR.

tagging (if you haven’t done this already: @juuria @jonlaurs @i-am-a-fish @myscarsaremystars @storiesfrommirkwood @allyouhavetodoisjumpoverthemoon @albertdasillva @edgelordtozier @alexdrehamilotn @the-lesbian-avenger @fragmentofmymind @marvelheroes @1001fangirls @huffleheck @hamiltrash1411 @eyeofstainedglass (idk how many I put sorry)

[mapleymood]

Thanks, @carry-the-sky. :)

Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better. 

Name: Alexandra

Nickname: Alex

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Height: 5′2 or 5′1

Orientation: Straight

Ethnicity: White

Favourite Fruit: Peaches

Favourite Season: Autumn

Favourite Book Series: Oh gosh. I really can’t pick just one, but for now I’ll go with the Earthsea Cycle.

Favourite Flower: Roses or Queen Anne’s Lace or maybe peonies

Favourite Scent: Wet leaves, sea spray, and carnival food (especially fries or funnel cakes).

Favourite Colour: I love purples, pinks, and oranges. Also greens and blues and yellows. 

Favourite Animals: Well, apparently my Patronus is a St. Bernard, so...

Coffee, Tea, or Cocoa: Tea and cocoa, hold the coffee

Average Sleep Hours: Not enough

Cat or Dog Person: Both!

Favourite Fictional Characters: Karen Page, Gemma Teller-Morrow, Luna Lovegood, Frank Castle, Jessica Jones, Marci Stahl, Peter Quill, Newton Geiszler, Daphne and Sabrina Grimm, Yondu Udonta, Claire Temple...

Number of Blankets You Sleep With: One or two

Dream Trip: Traveling to either Scotland or Iceland

Blog Created: Around May of this year

Tagging: @dis4daria, @bewareofdragon, @missizzy, @danvssomethingorother, @effervescentspiderpig, @storiesfrommirkwood. (Nowhere near 20, but if you guys would like to do this, I’d love to see your answers!)

[eltonjohndenver]

Y’all I hope I’m interesting enough

Thanks for the tag! @storiesfrommirkwood

Rules: tag 20 followers that you’d like to get to know better

Nickname: amlothhhhh

Gender: female (but like i dont strongly identify with any gender but idk skafjdhf)

Star sign: Cancer

Height: 90ft

Sexuality: bi bi bi

Favorite animal: not poodles

Average hours of sleep: im half dead so like around 8

Dogs or cats: D O G S

Number of blankets: its really hot so all i have is a thin quilt

Dream trip: nzzzzzzz

Dream job: location scout

Favorite song of the week: Make me feel by janelle monae

Things you find comforting: watching the fellowship of the ring, my pine scented candle, cool breeze, reading...

i tag my 10 newest followers 

@sea040561 , @mysticpersonastudent , @milkshake-sprinkels , @curse-you  ,  

@mychemical-fallout-phan​ , @blueboybucky​, @woodlandcritter​ , @miggylejiggy​ , @murderbucky​ , @skimmvns​

and @bucky-is-love-bucky-is-life​ because 💜