#blurb came to me on a sunday afternoon

[coryosmin]

something about reader cooking in the kitchen in her sundress/nightgown and coryo comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist and slowly kisses around her neck while talking to her “what are you cooking, baby”, “mmm, that smells good baby” and reader is trying to stay focused cause coryos hands wandered down her ass and hes palming her and she can feel his cock getting harder behind her and he’s all “focus on the food, baby” UGHH CORYO PLS. And he ends up fucking her on the counter doggy style with one of her legs up.

need a lil blurb about this please 🥲

nsfw | mdni | fem!reader

okay so how i imagine it is that it’s a sunday afternoon. you’re cooking lunch for both you and coryo, who didn’t have anything to do. you were dressed in a pretty simple sundress that went down to your thigh while coryo stayed in grey sweatpants (giggles) and a white t-shirt.

coryo walked into the kitchen, his arms immediately wrapping around you as he rested his chin on your shoulder. you let out a small giggle, stirring the pot as you were making a nice lil soup. “smells good, love,” coryo murmured into your ear, pressing a kiss onto your shoulder.

you smiled. “thank you,” you replied softly. coryo’s hands began wandering down your body, his right hand landing on your ass. he gave it a light smack as he was pressing his crotch against you. you felt the obvious boner he had as he massaged your ass. “coryo,” you sighed. “am cooking.”

coryo hummed in response, kissing the nape of your neck. “keep cooking, doll,” he murmured as he lifted up your dress and pulled your panties down. with one hand massaging your butt and the other reaching down to feel your slickness, you moaned. “always so wet and ready for me.”

“mhm” you said, looking down at the pot. the soup was done anyways as you stirred it one more time before turning off the heat. coryo moved the hand that was on your pussy to his sweatpants, pulling them down enough to let his cock escape.

coryo moved you slightly so that you were against the counter rather than the stove. he didn’t want you to get burned after all. and then he eased his cock to your hole, bending your over with a hand on your lower back. you moaned as his cock pushed at your hole, the stretch hurting slightly. “so tight,” coryo groaned, thrusting himself into you.

after a few moments, coryo brought his cock back out and then back in, quickening his pace. you moaned in pleasure, leaning your elbows on the counter. coryo grabbed your right leg, lifting it so it was on the counter as well. the new position caused you to moan loudly and for coryo to groan in pleasure as he thrusted his cock inside of you.

“feels so good,” you whined, meeting coryo’s thrusts.

“you feel so good around my cock, baby,” coryo said, breathing heavily as he fucked you.

and soon you both were cumming quick and hard, your pussy gushing around his cock as he came inside of you. and when you both were done, coryo put your panties back into place and lifted your dress down.

you turned around to face him with a small, lazy smile. “lunch is ready.”

#minsasks #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #coriolanus snow #thg tbosas #tbosas #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow smut

[hoedamn-eron]

oscar isaac characters with an s/o who subtly paints the furniture

Saw this on Insta and thought it was really cute so have some blurbs 😊

If there is any I have missed that you would like to see, let me know (but bear in mind I have not seen all of Oscar's performances so may turn some down!)

Steven Grant

Once he saw it, he was confused as to where it came from, because he doesn't remember it being there before

But then he catches you painting another flower on the skirting board one slow Sunday afternoon

Thinks it's the cutest fucking thing he's ever seen

It brings a bit of brightness into the flat

When he approaches you about it you’re immediately apologising since you actually only spend half your time at the flat

“Don’t be silly, I want to know if I can join you?”

Marc Spector

Noticed at the same time as Steven

Was also confused because he couldn't remember if it was there before or not

Feels like he's losing the plot a little because more small paintings keep popping up but he isn't sure where they're coming from

Finally notices it's you when you've left your paints out on the coffee table one afternoon when you've had to rush to work

And it all just clicks in his mind

Goes out and buys you all the paint you want because he wants all your artwork on the walls

Jake Lockley

Honestly, he spotted you the first time you did it, like immediately

Loves that you do it, thinks it's cute

But he also thinks it hilarious to add onto your artwork and not tell you

So much so that you think you're losing the plot, because "you do not remember painting a duck with those flowers?"

He plays ignorant, obviously

But you catch him one day painting and wordlessly join him

Now it's become a weekly thing you do together

Llewyn Davis

Poor baby doesn't have furniture

But he crashes as yours quite a bit and he's noticed the small pieces dotted around your apartment

He likes them, he thinks they're cute

He was out auditioning one night when he noticed his guitar, there was a bunch of daisies painted on the back

His guitar is his pride and joy, and if it were anyone else he'd be fuming

But he's not

He feels warm, like a piece of you is with him wherever he goes

Now every gig he does, he comes to you, and asks you to do another painting, "for luck"

Blue Jones

This one is a bit risky

Because there isn't an awful lot of recreation in the asylum, so you bribed some orderlies to get you some paint

And you got a total of three colours, but that's fine, you can make it work

Brings a bit of brightness to the asylum, since everything is grey

Blue is pissed and wants to know who is doing them

You, somehow, manage to break into Blue's office and - essentially - throw up a middle finger at him, and do a bunch of paintings around his office, in really obvious places

He catches you in the act since he comes back from lunch early

You're fucked

He has you on your hands and knees, scrubbing at each painting in his office, then he puts you in solitary for two weeks and has your paints disposed of

However, he notices a small painting of lavender under his desk that was missed in the clean up

He keeps it there

Nathan Bateman

You wouldn't dare, his coffee table alone costs more than your rent does in a year

Richard Alonso Muñoz

You already have your paintings up in the house so he loves whatever artwork you do

Honestly, I don't think you'd hide it from Richard, he probably told you to go nuts when you moved in

Takes photos of your work all the time to show his buddies at the prison

Some of the prisoners have asked if you can come in and do an art class for them, which you are happy to do on a weekend when you have more free time

Richard has put in the request but it hasn't been approved yet

Richard starts buying the seeds/bulbs for flowers you paint, to go in the front garden

Learns all about them in books, and how to take care of them

Now and then requests you to paint a flower he's seen in said books

Poe Dameron

Like Blue, gets confused on who is painting across the base, but obviously isn't pissed about it

Gets seriously confused when he finds one of the paintings in his personal room

He asks BB-8 but he hasn't a clue either

Until one day, BB-8 comes to Poe with a small little painting of Poe, of all things, on him

But BB-8 is so amused about it that he doesn't tell Poe

He catches you when you're painting something on his X-Wing

Scares the living daylights out of you when he calls you and asks what you're doing

You apologise, and tell him you'll take it off as soon as

But he tells you not to bother, because it's a - albeit crude because of the size - little portrait of you, and him, and BB-8

He refuses to wash it off and if it ever fades, instantly asks you to redo it

When you get married, he paints on wedding rings

Santiago Garcia

You're his roommate since you worked together in the forces

He had no idea you could paint

Strangely doesn't catch you for the longest time

He thinks it's Benny playing a trick on him, or Frankie

Grills them for the longest time until you finally admit it was you

You tell him it helps with the nightmares, that it calms your mind

After that, Santi doesn't bother you with it

When he sees you painting on his dining table leg, he makes you a coffee and just sits next to you and watches silently

Now every time you tell him you're going to paint, he comes and just sits, watching you

It's therapeutic for you both

#headcanons #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #nathan bateman x reader #blue jones x reader #llewyn davis x reader #Richard Alonso Muñoz x reader #santiago garcia x reader #poe dameron x reader

[ihavemanyhusbands]

🍐 anon has elaborated the r-rated request 😇 and my weird mind just came up with the idea of reader begging aaron for "one more round please, honey...please" even if they've been at it the whole rainy sunday afternoon because she just seems to can't get enough of him 🤭

cant wait for you to write a blurb on this 😈 (only if u feel comfortable with it ofc <33)

This poor man can’t catch a break 😭😭 lmaooo

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“And just where do you think you’re going?”

Aaron froze halfway to the bedroom door, slowly turning to face you.

“Um… to get us some water?” he said hesitantly.

You crawled to the edge of the bed, beckoning him towards you.

“That can wait. What I need is for you to get back over here, mister.”

He blinked, appalled. “Good Lord…. Honey, I need at least a fifteen minute break. We must be dehydrated at this point.”

You pouted in protest. “Oh come on. Don’t you want me anymore? Is that it?”

He sighed, running a hand down his face. “I think I’ve been showing you just how much I want you all day…”

“But I want moreeee,” you argued, giving him puppy dog eyes. “Ooh! Maybe we can both go to the kitchen and after you get your water, you can bend me over the counter.”

He threw his hands up in surrender. “Fine, one more round, and then maybe I can hopefully hit the shower.”

“Good idea, babe. I can help you get aaaall cleaned up.”

——

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner x reader #minors dni #🍐 anon

[equallyshaw]

It’s your day, my love. feat. nico hischier

✿ Warnings: none

✿ Word count: 1.08k.

just a cute blurb!

Two nights ago, Nico and his team lost to the Carolina Hurricanes. Surprisingly he was not in as bad a mood as I had previously thought. The very night, he came home and instantly went to go check on our little girl, Mila. It was 2 am by the time he got into our room and instantly plopped onto the bed as he saw that I was awake. I scooted closer to him and started to rub his neck, massaging the ends of his hair. He flipped over and I saw exhaustion plaguing his eyes, and I also noticed his very cleaned up ‘playoff beard’. “Get some sleep.” I whispered, helping him get his blazer off and he was out like a light. It was now Sunday the 14th, it was the U.S Mother’s Day, and I woke up to my body’s alarm clock around 8 am and found an empty bed. I frowned, pulled on my silk oversized robe and slippers, and headed to the washroom to do my skincare and brush my teeth and hair. I heard a ruckus downstairs and panicked for a brief second hoping Nico had it all under control. And then I heard loud cries and I sighed briefly, before checking in the mirror that I looked presentable and then I was down the stairs. I heard Nico speaking softly in German, and our girl quieted down. I peeked around the corner, seeing the two in the kitchen. I saw the backside of them, as they stood over the sink, looking out in our backyard. One thing I knew I wanted when I moved here full time after becoming pregnant, was that we rent a house with a backyard. Even if it meant, we would not live in New York. Nico being the man that he is, went above and beyond. I smiled at the two, taking a mental screenshot since my phone was on the other side of the kitchen. Our 3-year-old Daschund “Babette”, greeted me with a bark, alerting the two besties. They turned around, and I smiled widely as I mirrored Nico’s smile. I turned towards Mila and she made grabby hands to me, and I quickly grabbed her. “Hi, my sweet love.” I cooed, giving her kisses. She giggled loudly, as I tickled her for a few seconds. “Mama stoooopppp!” She playfully cried and I playfully huffed as she did so. “Don’t huff at me Mutter.” She said sassily, switching to German. I gawked at her, as Nico giggled like a fool plating some food. I smiled, as I put Mila in her high-top chair that we used for our designated breakfast counter. “Meine Güte” (Oh my goodness) I smiled, “Did you help Papa do all of this?” I asked, and Mila nodded wildly. “Helped me with the pancakes and bacon.” He responded, giving my cheek a peck, as he set my ice americano in front of me. “danke meine liebe.” (Thankyou, my love.) I grinned, sipping it. He sat on the other side of Mila, and we all dug in.

It was later in the afternoon now, and Mila was put down for a nap. I was sitting in the sunroom, reading a magazine with Babette at my feet, and the rest of my iced americano next to me. Nico plopped down next to me, pulling out my phone. I turned to look at him for a brief second, before turning back to my French magazine. I felt Nico’s gaze a few minutes later, and when I turned to meet his gaze, he quickly turned away. “Ok buddy, whatcha want?” I questioned, setting down a magazine on the coffee table. He grinned, looking away from his phone. “I was looking at flight’s…” he trailed off, and I quirked an eyebrow. “When do you want to go home?” I questioned, and he shrugged. “I was thinking we could go to Chantilly..” he grinned, making me excited. “Can we??” I said, moving closer and playfully shaking him. He pulled me into his chest and smiled. “Of course! I know how much you miss your family.” He said softly, and I stared at him for a few seconds before leaning in to kiss him. I pulled back, “Have I told you how much I love you Nico Hischier?” I toyed and he did a fake thinking face. “Hmm. I think once or twice.” He said making me laugh. He pulled me back into a kiss before we spent the next hour wasting time.

It was around nine o’clock when I found Nico in our room, on facetime with somebody. I made my way to the bathroom to get ready for bed, and I heard the shrieking and annoying voice of the one and only, Jack Hughes. I loudly and playfully groaned and then stopped waiting for a response. “Engel?” (Angel) He questioned, and I grinned. I walked out into our room, “If it isn’t the implorable Jack Hughes. What do we owe the pleasure, little one?” I joked, and I saw Jack’s shocked face. “How dare you? On my birthday?” Jack joked. “How old is the little baby turning today?” I asked as Nico turned his phone towards me. “Twenty two, so im not a little baby.” He defended himself, and I laughed. “A bitty baby.” I teased, showing my fingers close together, mimicking a ‘small’ amount, and he scoffed. “Nico! Come get your lady.” He said causing us two to laugh. “Happy birthday buddy, I hoped you had a great one. Oh and tell your mom I said happy Mothers Day, how dare you share HER day.” I smiled, leaning into Nico who put his arm around me. Jack smiled then pretended to look disgusted, “Ew gross, save it for the bedroom.” He said and we laughed. “We’re in OUR bedroom.” Nico laughed causing Jack to roll his eyes. “We will talk tomorrow when we see ya, byeeeeee Jack.” I said and Nico said bye as well. “Bye guys, Happy Mother’s Day Camille!” I put Nico’s phone on my bedside table and reconnected with Nico. “Today was a lovely day, thankyou Nico.” I said thankfully, and looked up at Nico who was looking down at me. “Of course my love, it’s your day. Well- every day is your day.” He hummed, kissing me. I smiled as I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him in closer. We pulled apart after 15 seconds and just looked at one another. “Love your forever, Miss Camille.” He smiled before reconnecting our lips.

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@camilledubois: papa & franc ‘my boys’ got me flowers for mamas day !

Tag: francthewiener and nicohischier

435 likes, 24 comments.

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@nicohischier: only the best love

@jackhughes: I thought I was one of your boys 😔

↳ @camillesubois: I always have room for you my child!

@lhughes_6: franccccc

@lhughes_6: also Mia won’t be happy she didn’t grace your feed 😒

↳ @camilledubois: our sassy girl will manage

↳ @nicohischier: your * sassy girl will manage

↳ @jackhughes: babe— you are the sassy hischier

↳ @camillesubois: hahaha

@tmeier96: franc the dude, happy Mother’s Day!

↳ @camilledubois: Thankyou mo 🫶🏻

@pally_18: hope you enjoyed your day!

↳ @camilledubois: I did Thankyou!

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Hope you all enjoyed!

random tags:

@toothlessdudebros @hockeylvr59 @jayda12 @makarhughes @nicohischierz @hockeyboysarehot @nolanmoylee @slafgoalskybaby @starshine-hockey-girl @bitchinbarzal @rosesvioletshardy @huggybug

#nico hischier #Jack hughes #new jersey devils #hockey #nhl #hockey bkurb #hockey imagine #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #Nico hischier x oc

[charlywrites]

Requested by anon

Request; Can you write something where you and lando is fighting over something stupid but make up in the end and cuddle

Warnings; a few swear words, an argument, also this is more of a blurb, hope it’s still fine! <3

Note; I feel like I’m posting a bit too much, if that’s the case, I’m sorry!

✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩

It had been a long Sunday for your boyfriend, you were aware of that, especially after the Grand Prix where he finished in the seventh position- after the positive results on Friday and Saturday, you knew he had hoped for more, that he believed he could get on the podium.

When Lando got out of his car after the race, you could tell he was upset but didn’t really thought much of it and went to greet him with a hug, telling him how proud you were of him- it wasn’t the result he was hoping for but still had brought back points.

However, when Lando disagreed, saying that his race had been bad once again and got out off your embrace before you could even fully wrap your arms around him, you were taken aback to say the least.

You weren’t used to this kind of reaction, of course it wasn’t the first time he was disappointed after a race but usually, at least up until now, he would melt in your arms and would instantly feel better.

For the rest of the day, you tried your best to make your boyfriend feel better, to cheer him up, but nothing seemed to work out as he kept dismissing you until you finally gave up as you headed back to the hotel.

You had grown tired of trying to help his mood when he clearly didn’t want anyone to help- it was worth wasting your energy over. For the rest of the evening, you minded your own business, you did your night routine earlier and went straight to bed without warning Lando.

It was to your biggest surprise that not even twenty minutes later, you felt Lando joining you in bed- you weren’t sleeping yet, it was still to early for you, and you being mad at him wasn’t helping neither.

When you felt his arms wrapping around you, you didn’t wait to push his arms away as you huffed, he had no shame to act as if he hadn’t been an asshole the whole afternoon and evening.

Lando had forgotten that two could play this game, and it was now your turn to be petty- and to be fair, you had every rights to be after his behavior throughout the whole day, you had cut him some slack, knowing it was hard for him to not get the result he had hoped for but you had done nothing to be treated that way.

You didn’t say a word, waiting to see or hear your boyfriend’s reaction who came almost right away, “ what the fuck?”

“ What? Maybe I’m not in the mood to be hugged by you.”

“ Why? You always love to fall asleep in my arms.”

You scoffed and finally turned on your other side to be face to face with Lando, “ maybe not tonight after being an ass to me today.”

“ You knew I was mad and it wasn’t directed at you! Oh my god, stop exaggerating things.”

“ Oh, I’m exaggerating now? I spent my whole afternoon trying to cheer you up and you kept pushing me away, so fuck you!”

“ I didn’t push you away, you were just too suffocating!”

Those words were harsh and definitely hurt your feelings, and when you remained silent instead of biting back at your boyfriend, he realized the weight of his words, “ fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“ Yet, that’s what you said.”

“ I know, babe I didn’t want to say that, what I meant was that I needed to be left alone after the race but you were there trying to cheer me up instead.”

“ You could’ve just said that to me and I’d have given you space.”

“ I’m so sorry, I know I fucked up,” he said as his hand gently reached for your face, caressing your cheek he added, “ please, forgive me?”

“ You’re lucky I’m even letting you sleep in the bed.”

“ I know.”

You sighed, not fond of the idea of already forgiving him but you could never stay mad at him, “ I forgive you but next time, just tell me you need to be left alone, okay?”

“ I will, I promise. Can I have you in my arms, now?”

“ I think you’re the one who like to sleep with me in your arms, actually.”

You could feel Lando shrugs, he probably had a sheepishly smile on his face now, “ maybe you’re right, I love to cuddle with you.”

It was enough to convince you to cuddle with your boyfriend as you rolled directly in his arms, nuzzling yourself against him, you smiled when you felt Lando pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

#lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #x reader #mclaren #request

[carolmunson]

what are some fics that you recommend?

oooh! here's some new ones and some oldies that have really stuck with me under the cut: disclaimer: i know there are more, these are off the top of my head!

coffee cups and unconditional love by @keerysquinn wayne and eddie's story told in coffee cups. one of the first fics to ever legitimately make me cry, reads like an actual movie and such good characterization throughout. so well done, really heart felt -- truly felt like i was there.

9 stops by @aww-canon-no modern!eddie is deaf and meets a newly deaf steve at a deaf community center i'm not normally a steddie girly but this is truly it most importantly though, it gave me a glimpse into a life i don't have experience in and i learned a lot from it! i could quite literally see everything happening while i read it. so great. encore by @mypoisonedvine three part series. you're the rockstar of eddie's dreams, a one night stand lasts longer than you expect. jd cannot actually write anything that i won't devour but encore has stuck with me for so long. easily some of the hottest smut ever.

linecook!eddie by @bewilderedbunny eddie is a linecook in the diner you work at and he's a flirty little idiot who needs to be stopped. this is a four part fluffy blurb series that i believe is turning in to a full big shebang that i can't wait for. it makes me so giggly and flirty and in love.

to know you're mine by @blueywrites you and your boyfriend steve try something new with eddie and his girlfriend chrissy -- but things get complicated. this fic came to me while i was going through a break up and it really helped me get through and realize some things about my self and my own relationship. eddie is also so dreamy and hot.

raspberry swirl by @dr-aculaaa y2k reader might have a little crush on robin, at least that's what her diary says. the nostalgia, the characterization! if you're a younger millenial, these are the older people you thought were so cool in 2005. i cannot WAIT to read more of this (and to also fantasize about being numetal 2005 eddie's hottie gf)

two pm on a sunday by @courtingchaos professor eddie and you on a sunday afternoon so soft, so delicious -- one of my favorite eddies can never find his glasses, he can't even read i love him

and of course: the boxer steve series by @rustedhearts king of the ring steve harrington and your love story over the years am i sort of biased? yes. but this is also amazing, olivia is beyond. he's so sexy and tortured. constellations by @loveshotzz on a date watching the stars with steve harrington who wants to kiss you so bad. i felt like i was there, i felt nervous and excited. i truly felt kissed at the end! older reformed f!boy eddie by @newlips getting older, eddie has heart eyes for the first time in home depot the way i think about this daily -- this is my husband. i can't wait to be old with him. i can't wait for him to call me 'WOMAN!'

[autumnslance]

We're a month from the start of Year 6 of the FFXIV Write!

Time certainly does fly.

The FFXIV Write was started by @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast on Tumblr in 2017, originally in November. A writing event for those not trying NaNoWriMo, but wanting break perfectionism, break slumps, just write and post something, get in that groove again.

In 2017 that was something I desperately needed; I had fallen out of both Roleplay and Writing, was in a creative slump. I was in a stressful life situation that was sapping my energy and confidence. So I needed something to get me writing again, and very short, rough blurbs about Dark Autumn each day opened the floodgates for me, leading to my eventually writing about a certain damn rogue and other NPCs.

The only free day in 2017 was American Thanksgiving. In 2018, Moen added a few more free/make-ups days on weekends as well as the holiday. In 2018 my life situation had changed for the better. I decided to rough out some ideas for the WoL I had created for my own ficverse, Aeryn Striker. I was still sorting her out, but the fills formed a basis for going forward and refining. I was a raffle winner that year, and that was one of the earliest, if not the first, art I got for Aeryn from @diskwrite-ffxiv.

There was a poll, and it was decided 2019 onward would be in September. Free/make-up days were on Sundays again. I think that was also when we started using the Spreadsheet, as there got to be too many entries plus Tumblr changes made it difficult to track through the tags, and this also opened up the event off of Tumblr. That was also the first year I started using the free days to keep writing. I had so many ideas, thanks to Shadowbringers and talking about OCs with friends. I started making tentative inroads on publicly posting an OC/NPC ship, something I had never done before, thanks to the support and encouragement.

Most of 2020's fills were unrelated one-offs. One of the last prompts pulled a surprise backstory idea on me, I rolled with it for the deadline, and that was it--I thought. In 2021, that oddball prompt from the year before snowballed into a good half of the fills being related to that backstory and what that meant for Aeryn (and made Thavnair in Endwalker hilarious to me).

It still kills me when I wrote things in the years before Shadowbringers and Endwalker came out and some older content was reworked, and then I compare certain little details to my writing.

I owe the FFXIV Write a lot; I've found cool stories and the people behind them, made mutuals and even friends, and got back on track with my creativity. Most of my prompt fills have ended up on Ao3; some in dedicated FFXIV Write threads, some scattered around existing themed threads or their own standalone stories. The backstory fills from 2021 I'm wrangling into an edited, cohesive (I hope) longfic. Several have been edited after the month is over, polishing up what I wasn't able to initially. Many have been left in their original rough state. Some things may even be gently retconned/reworked by now. But I've posted something nearly every day for the month for the last 5 years of this event, and hope to again for the 6th.

So to get ready for that, over the month of August 2022, I’ll be reblogging my past FFXIV Write prompt fills each afternoon, from 2017 through 2021. On the hours between 1:00pm and 5:00pm US Central Standard Time, there'll be posts. A block of time may be empty for the 5 or so free days I did take early on. There's about 145 posts (plus a couple extras and whatever I post currently) to read in varying length and quality, to cringe at and enjoy, and maybe even inspire myself as I reread, while we prepare for FFXIV Write 2022.

#FFXIVWrite #FFXIVWrite2022 #FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #Lyn Writing #Lyn Meta #Blogging #About Me

[alwritey-aphrodite]

2. Fresh Flowers, requested by @creatively-analytical

2022 Summer Blurbs

It almost seemed crazy that after all these years, Frankie was still able to give you butterflies. The two of you had been dating for four years, engaged for one, and married for two, bringing the grand total of time together to 7 years.

It wasn’t always perfect and the two of you definitely had your fights, big and small. You’d fought when he failed that drug test and lost his job, and after he came back from the ‘boys trip’ almost a week later than he told you, with one of his friends in a body bag. Sometimes the two of you fought when he forgot to take out the trash or keeps putting off mowing the lawn.

But you always forgive him. After those big fights, your friends had told you that no one would blame you for leaving him, but you couldn’t. It wasn’t that you weren’t strong or that you let him walk all over you, but that you really did love him, and couldn’t imagine living without him. So you stayed, and he went to therapy, and the two of you are happier than ever.

Frankie shows his love through acts of service, doing little things for you that tell you just how much he appreciates and loves you. Sometimes that was buying your favorite snacks that he knew you were craving or taking your car into the shop after you’d mentioned it was making a funny noise.

Today, it was flowers from the farmers market.

Normally, the two of you would wake up earlier than normal on Sunday mornings over the summer and drive down to the farmers market, spending the mornings leisurely strolling around before it got too hot.

But, Frankie knew you hadn’t been sleeping well, and when he saw that you were still asleep after he woke up to get ready, he just couldn’t make himself wake you up. He knew you’d be bummed about missing the market, but he planned on buying all your favorite fresh fruits and vegetables to make it up to you. So, he planted a kiss on your forehead and wrote you a note saying that he let you sleep and he’d be back soon.

It was practically the afternoon when you woke up. Seeing the clock had startled you, combined with the lack of Frankie, but you calmed down significantly once you read the sweet little note he left you. You wandered downstairs and opened the windows to let in the warm air. You were in the middle of making yourself breakfast when Frankie opened the door and slipped off his shoes before setting down the groceries and wrapping his arms around you.

“How was the farmer's market?” You ask, voice scratchy from just waking up.

“It was nice,” he pulls you closer and starts to sway gently, with you in his arms, “I found the strawberries you like. And the honey stand was there today. And…”

He walks away, taking quick strands to grab the reusable bag that held his haul, “I found these.” As he says this, he pulls out a large bouquet of flowers, of oranges and pinks and yellows, the perfect summer colors.

“Frankie, that’s huge, where would we even put that?” You ask, but can’t refrain your grin. He looks bashful, as if he knew he went overboard but couldn’t help himself.

“I thought we could split it up, put it in smaller vases around the house.” There’s a blush creeping up his cheeks that sends those butterflies in your stomach into an absolute frenzy.

“I love them,” you say as you cross over to him, throwing your arms around his neck and planting a soft kiss on his lips, “and I love you. And thank you for thinking of me.”

“I’m always thinking of you, honey.”

Those damn butterflies again.

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie catfish morales #frankie catfish morales x reader #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #2022 summer blurbs

[kevinscottgardens]

3 au 9 octobre 2022

Monday morning all the gardeners at l’Orangerie sat down with M. for a little meeting to plan winter jobs. Disappointingly Couli decided not to join us. It was polite. It was the closest I’ve been to the two groundskeepers in a very long time. We all know the olive harvest is looming as well...

Monday afternoon I met up with Emma, from CPG, in Antibes for a few hours; it was so great to see her. While we were walking around, we found several streets that had put a lot of effort to green them up, including an Euphorbia milii, that was a surprise.

That evening I watched a KMIS presentation on bonsais; oh how I miss those Monday gatherings in the Jodrell. After that was my monthly Quinta meeting.

I took a day of TOIL to join Dedereck on a Mediterranean Gardens France excursion to two gardens. I took the train to meet him and he drove. We visited Le Jardin du Réal in Puget Ville and Le Jardin exotique du Château Noir, a private garden, in Giens. I was asked to write a blurb about the visit which can be found here : https://mediterraneangardening.fr/october-octobre-2022visits-to-gardens-in-puget-ville-and-giens-var/

Ann and friend arrived at mine while we were driving back. Conveniently André and Denis were returning my car so Ann drove them home and then had a house key. Ann was super kind and came to collect me and my trottinnette at Carrefour. There are just too many steep hills between there and home for it. We had a nice catch up and I heard all about their week in Italy. Then we headed up to Biot for dinner. The food was great, as expected; however, the service was appalling. Thankfully some of the kitchen staff realised this and tried to make things go a bit smoother.

Wednesday I finished cutting down all the Iris unguicularis. Then I dug up an electrical cable that was only in a shallow trench connecting my garage to the mains. I had a good chat with Alek and he is sending a friend of his to see the garden next week. I also planted a dozen more white Cyclamen hederifolium around the sanglier statue. Hopefully these will survive. There were four flowers from last year’s planting. I had a good catch up with Ginny in the evening.

Thursday and Friday I started planting bulbs, lots of bulbs. I’m planting Tulipa, Narcissus, Galanthus and Silla to put on a spring show. I’m planting : Tulipa saxatilis, Tulipa sylvestris, Tulipa turkestanica and Tulipa urumiensis as well as Narcissus ‘Angel’s Breath, Narcissus ‘Cheerfulness’, Narcissus bulbocodium ‘Mary Poppins’, Narcissus ‘Sinopel’, Narcissus ‘Tête-à-Tête’. I also found a few spots for Galanthus elwesii, Galanthus woronowii, and Scilla mischtschenkoana one of the first bulb names I had to learn at Kew.

I also played chauffeur to M. to the golf course and to the airport. I always enjoy doing something different, to keep my days interesting. He gave me a bottle of Puligny-Montrachet Les Meix from Burgundy; it was amazing.

Friday evening I went over to see Ilze and Daniela’s new place and trimmed their olive tree. It was a fun evening.

Saturday morning I couldn’t sleep, so at 05.30 I started roasting aubergines to make baba ghanoush, then roasted a chicken for a barbecue in the afternoon and baked a cake. It rained a bit while I was finally catching up on all my outstanding blog posts. Any rain is very welcome. Then, Mandy, Denis, Andre, Kim, Sophie and her mum all came over for what was supposed to be a barbecue on the beach. We had a great evening at mine instead.

Sunday I headed up to see Beth and David for a really nice afternoon, even with all the rain. They are still working to create a botanic garden of plants from Alpes-Maritimes.

Plant of the week

Euphorbiaceae Euphorbia milii Des Moul.

common name(s) - crown of thorns, Christ plant, Christ thorn synonym(s) - Homotypic : Euphorbia breonii Nois., nom. illeg.; Euphorbia milii var. breonii (Nois.) Ursch & Leandri; Heterotypic : Euphorbia bojeri Hook.; Euphorbia bojeri var. mucronulata Ram.Goyena; Euphorbia milii f. lutea Leandri; Euphorbia milii var. milii; Euphorbia splendens var. bojeri (Hook.) Costantin & Gallaud; Euphorbia splendens subsp. bojeri (Hook.) Denis; Sterigmanthe bojeri (Hook.) Klotzsch & Garcke; Tumalis bojeri (Hook.) Raf. conservation rating - Least Concern native to - Madagascar location - vieille ville Antibes leaves - straight, slender, densely spiny, up to 30mm long, help it scramble over other plants; fleshy, green leaves are found mainly on new growth, and are up to 35mm long and 15mm broad flowers - small, subtended by a pair of conspicuous petal-like bracts, variably red, pink or white, up to 12 mm broad; all year fruit - capsule 3-lobed-ovoid, ca. 3.5 × 4 mm, smooth and glabrous; seeds ovoid-terete, ca. 2.5 × 2 mm, grey-brown, reticulate; caruncle absent; all year habit - evergreen woody succulent subshrub or shrub, loose in form, growing to 1.8m tall habitat - grows on a variety of bush and forest habitats, but always on rocks (usually granite formations) from center, southern and western Madagascar at an elevation of between 20–1609 m pests - generally pest-free disease - generally disease-free hardiness - to 10ºC (H1b) soil - dry to medium moisture, well-drained soils sun - full sun; in hot summer climates, provide the plant with midday shade and moderate moisture for better flower bloom propagation - seed as soon as ripe, annually in spring gives a better flowering display that year; also keeps growth in check and improves overall plant health pruning - dead, damaged, shaping nomenclature - Euphorbiaceae - Euphorbia - for Euphorbus, physician to the King of Mauritania, who used the latex of a spurge for medicinal purposes; milii - commemorates Baron Milius, once Governor of Réunion, who introduced the species to France in 1821

References :

Gledhill, David, (2008) “The Names of Plants”, fourth edition; Cambridge University Press; ISBN: 978-0-52168-553-5

IUCN [online] https://www.iucnredlist.org/species/44389/153299391 [13 Nov 22]

North Carolina State Extension [online] https://plants.ces.ncsu.edu/plants/euphorbia-milii/ [13 Nov 22]

Plants of the World [online] https://powo.science.kew.org/taxon/urn:lsid:ipni.org:names:347359-1 [13 Nov 22]

Royal Horticultural Society [online] https://www.rhs.org.uk/plants/32739/euphorbia-milii/details [13 Nov 22]

Wikipedia [online] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Euphorbia_milii [13 Nov 22]

World Flora Online [online] http://www.worldfloraonline.org/taxon/wfo-0000963364 [13 Nov 22]

#Euphorbia milii

[sirmatthew1972]

Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon

Pairing Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid Summary In which Aaron watches a hurt Spencer knit, to deal with getting injured, until said husband is ready for the hug they both need. Warnings/tags 18+, protective!Aaron, caring!Aaron, autistic!Spencer, hurt!Spencer, Spencer needs a hug, angst/comfort, kissing, hugging, established relationship, knitting

LAZING ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON Maybe Aaron is supposed to work. Finish the report and sign it off on the dotted line. This is after all why he's stuffed the handful of files in his bag to take them home for the weekend. Why he's holed up in his home office on a rainy Sunday afternoon. But duty? No matter what he has promised his superiors, it will have to wait, because his attention lies elsewhere. Far closer to home. In fact no further than a stone's throw away from his desk…

Because within the quiet symphony beat out by the raindrops falling onto the world lies hidden another sound. The rhythmic clinks of two metal needles coming together… and again. Almost missable. On most days Aaron can tune it out, but not today when he is hyper aware of where Spencer is, and in what state. Bruised, but alive and never more beautiful to him. Oh, Aaron knows that he's possessive and fooling no one with his pretence of work. That his husband, better than anyone else, can read him like a book. It's why Spencer doesn't protest against being pulled in the office with him. Why he has brought his basket of purple wool and the grey knitting needles along with him. The very same items that have become a source of utter distraction to Aaron as well, or rather the ones of a comfort he's not going to admit to. Not even when he knows that Spencer is well aware of it. Damned those elegant hands and fingers! How they pop out from the too long sleeves of the faded, oversized cardigan vest that Spencer is wearing. Curling around the unending thread of wool. The knitting needles too. A complex rhythm to a dance of which Aaron will never learn the steps… one that brings forth a scarf, going one stitch at the time. Messy curls grown half long are in the way of Aaron's line of sight. He cant see the expression in those focussed hazel eyes of intent, a look which is all the same belied by the index finger that straightens the glasses on his husband's cute nose. There too barely is a pause in his steady progress on his knitting project. Not even the bruised and scraped knuckles gone stiff seem to hinder him… Because Spencer? To distract his genius mind from too much input, and any resulting meltdown, he needs a few hours to himself. To spend it with nothing but the soft yet prickly feeling of wool running through his fingers. The cool weight of the thick, metal needles in his hands. That sense of progress as he follows the set pattern, which he can keep working on until his brain is done processing events and emotions alike. By now Aaron knows Spencer well enough to both understand and accept why he can't do it in any other way. Why he in turn needs to keep up his pretence. To give them both the space to chase out the shared shadows on their terms. Aaron shudders to think what could have happened. If he'd reacted one second later… if their team hadn't been on his heels… No, he can't go there! Won't, because what means the most to him? Spencer? He's now looking up at Aaron. His eyes alight once more with his reclaimed inner self. With awareness, love and the unvoiced appreciation of his continued vigil too. The raw honesty that shows itself in plain sight as he sets aside his so treasured wool and project alike to ask for what he needs from Aaron at last with a beckoning finger of "Please?" To hell with pretence! Aaron pushes back his desk chair at once. Closes the distance between them in but strides before he sits down on the sofa to wrap Spencer in his arms… to lie them both down… and to entwine their bodies until there's not even a slice of air left to keep them apart. Yeah, he's a possessive bastard, but it hardly matters when Spencer curls up against him equally as tight to crash their lips together with the same urgency. The need to know that he's alive and here with Aaron answered barely before they've run out of breath. But even then they don't part… not for longer than it takes to take off and rest aside the glasses that almost got crushed. Accompanied still by the symphony of the rain outside Aaron keeps kissing Spencer, gentler each time, not seeking to arouse but to care for him instead. Be mindful of the scattered, darkening bruises. The sore fingers gone cold that Aaron wraps up in his hands to softly rub them until quiet whimpers and sobs die to become snores… and his exhausted husband falls asleep in his arms. Content to watch over him, and to hold on for as long as he can get away with, Aaron too closes his eyes to laze their Sunday afternoon for two away.

#my writing #criminal minds #hotchreid #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #The Tumblr Dossier #autistic!Spencer #caring!Aaron #blurb came to me on a sunday afternoon #this too is the title of a Queen song #my brain is weird #normal is overrated anyway

[asgardwinter]

🍯 🛏💦 with Joaquin please 🖤

here it is! sorry it took a bit long but i hope you enjoy it, anon!

Facts

summary | You loved Joaquín and he loved you, your friendship was above everything. The hidden things were always lurking in the corners, but you were ready to ignore them for the rest of your life.

pairing | Joaquín Torres x Reader

warnings | fluff, friends to lovers, implied smut but very lightly

word count | 1,2k (blurb?? idk what it is)

author’s note | in case y’all didn’t notice i love the movie night concept too much not to use (sorry), but here it is! hope you enjoy it <3

prompts:🍯 - friends to lovers; 🛏 - only one bed; 💦 - sleeping together for the first time

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You loved Joaquín and that was a fact.

You’ve been best friends for a long time and you appreciated his company more than anyone’s. So you reminded him of that frequently, telling him about how he was important in your life, how he always made you laugh, how you loved him.

He made sure to do the same to you, to show how you had a place no one ever had and never would have in his life, to show him he loved you too. And that was perfect, at least for a while.

The occasional hang outs became regular movie nights at your place, when you’d stay on the couch relaxing and laughing about whatever you were watching — or screaming depending on what the movie was about. It was your personal heaven, after a full week you’d come home and settle everything up waiting for Joaquín to arrive with the snacks.

It was during one of those nights you realized your love for him changed. It didn’t grow or decrease, he was still your favourite person in the world, but the feeling crossed a very thin line you didn’t see you were approaching. You wanted to spend your life with him, to wake up looking at him and to offer him burnt toasts for breakfast every other sunday to see his face crinkle with the way he was laughing at your terrible cooking abilities. “Not again, amor.” He’d say and all you could do was shrug and pretend to be mad about it.

But you were happy if he was in your life, no matter how.

…

“Do you want me to go?” Joaquín asked, worried the whole situation could be weirder through your eyes. “I’ll help you first, but I understand if you want to cancel today.”

The fact that you came home from work that night and saw the mess that the couch was because your dog, Ronald, decided it’d be the perfect afternoon snack was still settling in your own head when Joaquín rang the bell. You weren’t embarrassed because of the whole mess but you had no idea about how you could save movie night.

“No.” You answered way too quickly, you needed him. “No, you can stay if you want. I really want you to. I’ll grab the sweep to clean this a little and we can watch the movie in my bedroom.” You suggested.

“Well, if it’s good for you it’s good for me.” He said and you nodded.

Since it was all settled, Joaquín went to the kitchen to put the bags filled with your favourite snacks on the counter and looked back to where you stood in the living room. “Where do we start?”

…

It was fair enough that you both started the movie later than normal, Ronald did a flawless mess and you actually had the best time while cleaning it with Joaquín. You laughed so hard your stomach ached.

As the credits made its way to the screen you looked at the digital clock on the nightstand, shocked to see it was a bit after 1am.

“Wow, it’s pretty late.” You showed Joaquín who was still laying there clinging to one of your blankets.

He blinked two times to see if he got the time right before getting up in a jump. “I should head home now…”

“You’re not leaving my house at 1am, Joaco.” You warned him, the look in your eyes was so serious he sat back on the bed. “Really, you can stay here for the night.”

“On your couch?” He suggested, trying to hold back the laughter that was threatening to spill.

“Very funny.” You rolled your eyes, which only made him laugh harder. “I guess Ronald would love the company.”

Joaquín smiled and looked back at you. “But now I’m serious, I can sleep on the floor if you…”

“The bed is big enough for both of us.” You pointed around you and it really was.

You could do this, you wouldn’t let him sleep on the floor just because you were completely in love with him and there was a possibility your brain would short circuit with only the thought of it. And besides that Joaquín would never let you sleep on the floor of your own house for him.

And soon you were both under the covers, with the lights out and trying to reach out to sleep instead of focusing on his breath that was just so close. It was so even you were sure he fell asleep.

“I love you so much.” You whispered only to yourself, the words getting lost in the darkness and you felt a bit lighter, turning your back to him to finally give in to sleep.

“Te amo.” Joaquín answered in a sleepy voice, and you felt his arms around you pulling.

You knew what it meant, it wasn’t the first time those words were said between the two of you, but there was something in the way he hugged you, something that was making you feel almost hopeful. All you wanted was to let Joaquín hold you through the night, the problem was that the shock in the morning could be catastrophic to your heart.

“Hey, Joaco.” You called him and he hummed in response. “Can you move a little?”

Joaquín seemed to fully process the situation in the next minute, so he was quickly pulling away from you. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn’t mean to… get this close.” It was almost like he didn’t want to say those last six words, like they got out by mistake.

“No, it’s not a problem.” You guaranteed him. “It was actually too good.” You mumbled.

“What?”

You were both awake now, the moonlight through the window only proved that since you could see his wide open eyes and how they weren’t clouded by the tiredness anymore. You breathed, one or two or six times before opening your mouth again to talk.

“I love you, Joaquín.” You said softly.

“Well, you know I love you too.” He seemed so confused.

“I mean, I love you differently than you think. I fell in love with you, like the I-want-to-wake-up-next-to-you-and-kiss-you type of love.”

It was like the pretty brown eyes were going to pop out of his head, the way his mouth fell open and the silence dragged itself making the anxiety bubble inside.

“I want to wake up next to you.” Joaquín confessed after two long minutes. “And for the kiss you said I’d love to kiss you.”

“You can.”

That’s all he needed to close the gap between you, smashing his lips so carefully against your and yet it was enough to take your breath away. Not only the kiss but the way his hands rested on your waist, the way he laid you down and rolled on top of you. His curious fingertips finding its way inside your shirt and your own tangling in his dark curls.

The next day you woke up feeling his arms holding your close and you never felt safer. Legs tangled together, fingers intertwined and the feeling of his breath on the back of your neck were all you could ever ask for. As you felt the kiss against your shoulder you could only smile in pure bliss, the happiest place you’ve ever been.

It was a fact that you were irreversibly in love with him, it all just added to the fact that he was also as deep in the feeling as you were.

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[goldenroutledge]

Blurb of enemies to lovers with jj

prove you wrong

a/n: so i made it into a headcanon for the countdown, i hope you like it!! i’m a fool for enemies to lovers so i enjoyed writing this a lot

jj maybank masterlist

© goldenroutledge || do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work in any way

now we know jj is a waiter

well was a waiter but LETS PRETEND HE DIDNT GET FIRED THIS IS BEFORE S2 OK

wipe that clip from your brains right now please and thank you

imagine being a kook, a frequent customer at the island club jj works at

so over time you both began to recognize each other whether you liked it or not

on the sunday mornings your family went for brunch, he seemed to be your waiter every time

and even when you stopped by in the evening with some friends, he was there again

one day, you came in for lunch in the afternoon and again at night just before closing

jogging up to the entrance rather quickly, urgent to speak to the first employee in sight

which of course would be jj

“you again?” he commented upon seeing you, the little bell ringing as soon as the door swung open

he was wiping down some tables, the place pretty empty since it was 15 minutes until closing

“have you seen a pair of sunglasses?”

“of course i have, y/n. i actually own a pair myself.”

“oh, shut up.” you retorted to his sarcastic remark. “i lost my sunglasses, i think i left them on the table earlier. have you seen them?”

“i see a lot of sunglasses. what do yours look like?”

“umm, they’re black, cat-eyes, tom ford…” you listed off the top of your head, trying to describe your sunglasses.

jj let out a chuckle, mumbling under his breath. “tom ford. of course.”

“excuse me?”

“oh, nothing. but it makes sense. because how could you settle for anything less than tom ford?”

you huffed. “they were a gift, okay? have you seen them or not? i’d really like to find them.”

“i’ll be right back.” jj excused himself, walking off somewhere to retrieve the missing item.

“these?” he inquired, holding up the sunglasses in his hand as he came back.

“yes! thank you!” you sighed in relief.

“sure.” jj replied. “now get out, we’re closed.”

with an eye roll, you turned around and left, just glad to have your sunglasses back

why jj had to constantly make rude comments, you still didn’t know

but they didn’t stop there

next time, you came in by yourself, just for a glass of lemonade to pass the time before you had to pick up your younger sibling from their friend’s house

you sat outside at a table for two, relaxing as a slight breeze blew over the patio area

“here you are.” jj stated, placing down your glass of lemonade rather harshly, a few drops of the liquid falling onto the table

“bad day?” you questioned, eyebrow quirked.

“well. just another day at work serving spoiled brats like yourself. enjoy.” he jested curtly before moving to his next table.

“douche.”

weeks later, you came in with sarah for lunch

the two of you had also come in with some others when she was dating topper, but that wasn’t happening anymore now that she was with this mysterious “john b”

you hadn’t met him, only seen pictures she’d shown you of the two of them together

and to your surprise, she seemed to know jj also

“hi, jj!” she chirped once he made his way past your table for the first time.

“hey, sarah.” he responded, giving her a soft smile and a little wave

you stared in shock, jaw dropping an inch or so

sarah noticed, giving you a weird look. “what’s the matter?”

“you know jj?”

“yeah, that’s john b’s best friend.”

“oh. are you friends with him too?” you asked her.

“i mean, kind of. we’ve hung out a few times at john b’s. he’s actually really fun.”

“fun?” you implored. “the only trait i’ve ever seen of jj’s is his smartass mouth.”

sarah giggled. “yeah, he is a little bit of a smartass sometimes. but that’s his personality. he’s not as bad as you think he is.”

“doubt it.” you shrugged, paying your club sandwich more attention as you took a bite, followed by a sip of your drink.

“then maybe you should come hang out with us. see for yourself.”

at that, you inhaled sharply, being sent into a fit of coughs from her words as you choked on your iced tea

you gained some worried looks from some others, but you were able to get it under control

“what? are you crazy? why would i want to hang out with him? we don’t even like seeing each other here.”

“if you say so, y/n.”

and that was the end of it

she didn’t invite you to hang out where jj would be, lucky for you

because if you knew beforehand you wouldn’t have gone anyway

but when sarah invited you over for the night, you were sure it would be just her and maybe a few other friends

wrong.

ward, rose, and rafe were on the mainland for the weekend for some business conference, leaving sarah and wheezie to the house alone

sarah took it as the opportunity to invite her new group of friends and her boyfriend to tannyhill

wheezie of course weaseled her way into hanging out with you all, threatening to tattle on sarah if she stopped her from joining in on the fun

you were sat on the floor next to wheezie, leaning against one of the sofas as you waited for sarah to answer her front door

in walked john b, jj, pope, and kiara

and your jaw just about dropped to the floor

“what the hell? what is he doing here?” you seethed, only referring to the blond pogue as you didn’t have a problem with anyone else

“i made it on the guest list, doll.” he smirked proudly. “surprised to see me?”

surprised really didn’t cut it

he isn’t dressed in his apron and usual work uniform

in fact, he looks completely different

his hair is tousled, his clothes are distressed, his demeanor is more laidback altogether

“more like disappointed.” you grumbled, going back to what you were doing on your phone as he sits across from you, the rest of the group following suit and sitting down too

sarah returned with a case of beers from her dad’s fridge, smiling enthusiastically

“now let’s get this party started!”

you all played some silly, pointless games for what felt like forever

you guys played hide & seek on the property

outdoors and indoors

running around like idiots

it was more fun because everyone was intoxicated, just as sarah had planned

but even then you weren’t having that much fun

one by one, everyone sat back down in the circle they started in, laughing in their own conversations with one another

until wheezie interrupted, shouting: “WHO’S UP FOR SOME TRUTH?”

everyone groaned in protest, jj chiming in about how he wanted to play truth or dare, but nevertheless started playing just because

after all, it was a cameron family thing

sarah loved to play truth for some reason

it was her turn to ask jj a question

“jj. do you hate y/n?”

“well that’s easy.” he muttered before continuing. “yes. i do.”

you rolled your eyes, folding your arms across your chest.

“why?” sarah questioned again. “this one’s a two-parter. you have to answer.”

“because she’s a spoiled brat. why would i pay her any attention when i know that’s what she wants? i’m not going to feed into her ginormous ego.”

“my ginormous ego?” you scoffed. “and you know, you always seem to be paying me quite a bit of attention every time i come into the island club. good or bad, doesn’t matter. you still do it.”

“your turn!” pope interjected, facing you. “is there any chance you and jj will be friends one day?”

“absolutely not. i can’t stand him.”

“likewise.” jj hissed.

“moving on.” john b noted, clearing his throat.

more truths were spilled, you and jj not budging out of your defensive body language and intense glares shot towards one another the entire night

the tension in the air was thick, some music playing on a low volume that helped just a smidge

and once silence fell over the group, wheezie piped up once again

“that’s it. we’re doing dares. y/n, i dare you to kiss jj.”

“what?!” you snapped, eyebrows furrowing at her challenge.

“as if she would do it.” jj argued. “scared you might show your true feelings, y/n?”

“i don’t have any feelings towards you, jj. i’m indifferent.”

“so why not do it?” wheezie interrogated. “it’s just a kiss.”

“nah, y/n is too afraid. it’s ok, we can move on.” jj answered in your place.

“huh? no— wait!” you began, jj’s blue eyes staring into yours as he waited for you to finish. “i’m not scared to kiss you, so let me. i’ll prove you wrong.”

“so.. let me get this straight.” pope started, confusion spreading through his features. “you want to kiss jj, to prove that you don’t want to kiss jj?”

“well…. yeah.” you wavered.

“fine. if you’re not scared then neither am i.” jj added, two fingers moving in a ‘come here’ motion as he leaned back

you made your way over to him, hovering over his lap as the group watched in anticipation, wheezie shoving a handful of popcorn in her mouth

“you sure? i would hate for this to be all in your head. maybe you’re the scared one. maybe that’s why you’re so mean to me.” you taunted.

jj shook his head in denial.

“have nothing to say, maybank? cat got your ton-”

before you could finish your sentence, jj’s lips were crashing onto yours and his hands were flying to your hair

you let one hand leave the couch cushion behind him, clinging your hand to his cheek as your lips moved in sync

sarah’s shrieks and some other hoots and hollers could be heard from the group as they cheered

jj was the first to pull away, pulling his lip between his teeth as yours chased his subconsciously

“you talk too damn much. you know that?”

“i guess i do now.” you quipped. “i’ve been told it’s my best and worst quality. has anyone ever told you it’s rude to kiss someone while they’re talking?”

“mhm. unfortunately it’s the only way to shut you up.”

“sure.” you jeered above a whisper, nodding to go along with his refusal to accept what he was feeling. you smirked in his face as you watched his cheeks go pink and felt him shift under you, your lips shadowing over his. “so unfortunate.”

all before pope interrupted the moment, speaking up somewhat awkwardly. “we’re still here, y’know!”

a/n: let me know what you think as always :)

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[carlsainz]

Imagine crying after a movie like full on sobbing and Erik’s like 🧐😮🤨😧😀 < his face

oh my god i laughed at the sequence of emojis but i love it. soooo, i choose to write this tiny blurb with this is us instead of a movie because this show hits hard (GO WATCH THIS IS US)

this scene is after they watched S02 | E14 – super bowl sunday (if you know, you know)

mitt hjärta – my heart.

you were sitting on the couch, curled by erik's side, your head resting on his chest as his arm was involving you. it was this is us' marathon day and this episode was just too much for you.

as it came to an end, the tears were streaming down your face nonstop but erik didn't notice because you were soundless and the tears weren't wetting his shirt. however, when it was time for that scene, you couldn't hold anymore, the sobs making your whole body shake.

erik was so focused in the tv that at first he didn't notice, but when the episode ended, he looked at you and saw you crying. he was shocked and had no idea what to do to calm you down.

"shhh babe, i'm here with you," he said, fully hugging you.

"t– that was so unf– unfair," you said between sobs and tears.

"i know, my love, i know," he whispered, resting his cheek on the top of your head.

"erik why did it happen?"

"i'm sorry, mitt hjärta," he kissed your head. "in real life, things like that are always happening. that's why you like this show, remember? because it depicts reality."

"well, i was wrong!" you buried you head on the crook of his neck.

he softly smiled, realizing he loves you more than he thought. he let you crying for as long as you wanted, whispering soothing things to you. when you were just sniffling, he said "c'mon babe, let's go to bed."

you slowly looked at him, your nose was red and your face kinda puffy but to porty, you were the prettiest girl in the world.

"ready?"

you only nodded. he got up, reaching out his hand to you, which you gladly accepted, getting up too and following him to your bedroom. there, he told you to lay down and wait for him. you did as he said, but did the mistake to think about the show and started to cry all over again.

from the kitchen where he was making a tea for you, he heard you crying and sighed. it didn't take long to the tea to be ready and he went to the bedroom again.

"here, take this."

you grimaced, but drank everything from the mug he gave you.

"thanks my love," you said.

"no problem," he smiled. "just let me put this on the sink."

he quickly did it and came back to finally lay down with you. when you were spooning, he asked if you were feeling better and you nodded, thanking him.

after some minutes, you were almost sleeping and the last thing you heard was him whispering "i love you."

and that's how you spent the rest of the afternoon, lazy and taking naps in the safety of your boyfriend's arms.

#gabs answers #gabs writes #erik portillo

[spotofimagines]

Car Sick P1 ~ Dominic Calvert-Lewin

A/N: This is sort of carried on from this blurb I wrote a while ago, bc I loved the idea and wanted to write more for it, you should probs read that first to catch the vibes. This is for @footballffbarbiex writing challenge based on tv and film. I used this storyline from Modern Family with Gloria and Jay. Once again, no real timeline with this, just made up scenarios. I struggled with the next bit of this so I asked you how you wanted it and you chose 2 parts, here's the 1st. Enjoy :)

Warnings: pregnancy, kids, step parents, injury mention - reader is female

Summary: You thought you were just feeling car sick, turns out it's something else...

gif by @hishairmyweakness - gif by @delstroyer

You were dropping your daughter off at Dele's for a long weekend since he didn't have a match or training to attend. After she had squeezed the biggest hug out of her dad and trudged dirt in his hallway, she perched on the sofa with her ipad and juicebox, leaving you and Dele to catch up.

Dele had been showing you how he redecorated his kitchen so you accepted a drink and decided to stay a little while. Plus you figured the news you had for him should rather be said in person than over the phone.

"Hey, Del, I have something to tell you." You said nervously, leaning your hands on the kitchen island. He turned around and took a sip of the drink he just poured as he walked closer to the other side of the island opposite you. "Go ahead." He replied, his eyebrows knitted in concern at your worried tone. 

"Well, remember when we stopped by last Friday since you were playing on her birthday?" you recollected and he nodded along. "And I had one of those herbal teas and a tablet because I was feeling car sick?" "Yeah..." he trailed off quietly, putting his drink on the counter between you. "Turns out I wasn't car sick," he frowned in confusion and looked even more lost than he did a moment ago. 

You fiddled your fingers together and took a deep breath, steadying yourself. You knew you could trust Dele with absolutely anything. You'd been close since you were teenagers, grew closer when you started dating and left nothing in the way when you had a baby. Being so young when it happened meant a lot of things turned against you, a lot of people with a lot of opinions trying to dictate your lives and yet you stuck it through. You haven't been together romantically for a while, however your relationship with him never faultered, your connection of trust staying strong.

But it didn't make this any easier to say. It wasn't hard to see when Dele got hit by moments of gloom at the sight of the mini family you were creating with Dominic. While your split years ago was amicable, and neither of you would rekindle that flame again, more than happy with your close friendship, Dele couldn't stop that jealous bubble rising in him when he saw your daughter enjoy spending time with Dom as much as she does with him. Blame his stubbornness but facing change wasn't his strongest suit. This news was going to be a big step away from that picturesque life you both once envisioned together and you desperately didn't want it to drive a wedge between you nor push Dele away. You had settled into a good rhythmic system with him that suited your daughter and your schedules, you'd hate to tarnish that in any way.

So, yes, you hesitated to tell him.

You sighed and picked at your nails, needing to just get it out before it drove you crazy.

"I'm pregnant." 

Dele's eyes went wide and his mouth opened a little from shock, the frown lines that creased his forehead disappearing. His breath was taken away. Nothing prepared him to hear those words come from your mouth and know that he wasn't involved. It was bound to happen but it still took him by surprise.

He tilted his head as he looked at you, nervously twiddling your thumbs like you always did, and it only took a few seconds for a smile to slowly grow on his face. "That," he cleared his throat and met your eyes with sincerity, "that's great. Congratulations." 

He scuffed his socked feet along the floor as he walked round the counter to wrap you in a warm hug. He squeezed your shoulder and gave your cheek a quick kiss when he pulled away, a genuine smile on his face. No, he wasn't involved this time, but he knew how amazing it was to experience pregnancy and he was certain Dominic would take to it greatly.

"What did Dom say?" He asked, leaning over to grab his glass and take another drink. Your breath caught in your throat and that made Dele side-eye you mid sip. "You haven't told him, have you?" He questioned gently, and you shook your head.

Now it was his turn to sigh. 

The glass clinked loudly in the quiet room when he put it back down, and he had a ton of questions he could have asked you and a ton of things he could have told you to do that he thought was right, but it wasn't his place. Not anymore. So he took a moment to think whilst you rubbed your hands down your front to straighten out your t-shirt again. 

"Are you going to?" You tutted and looked back up at him incredulously. "Of course I am Del, think it'll be pretty hard to miss when I'll be bursting through my clothes!" You joked and he held his hands up in defence as he chuckled, realising it was a stupid question.

"Are you nervous, then?" He tried again, this time opting for something more reasonable. "More nervous than when I told you for the first time." You admitted. Dele whistled lowly and shook his head with a laugh. 

The state you were in a bit under 7 years ago now when you told him you were going to have his child, it was something else. He still insists he hasn't seen someone so frantic, before or since. He could only imagine what was coming Dominic's way.

---

There were plenty of reasons for you to believe Dom would be happy to be a dad. He adored his young brother and truly enjoyed spending time with him when he was back home. He was thoughtful and attentive with all the people he knew so you know he'd be the same, multiplied by a million, when it came to a child that depended on him.

But the way he cared for your daughter above anyone else proved to you, without a doubt, how good he would be. Dom wasn't her biological father, but that never once stopped him loving her the way she deserved. Dom made sacrifices when he needed to and even when he didn't. He'd stay awake if she couldn't sleep, he'd ask to see her on facetime when he was travelling and he always asked her about school, he even did the afternoon pick up with you when he got the chance. If Dom would be such an amazing figure in the life of a little girl he had no obligation to be a part of, just imagine what he'd be like with his own child.

You wouldn't question his want or excitement to have kids with you at any time, having spoken about it before. 

Any time except now.

Dom hadn't been himself the last week, and justifiably so. He picked up a knee injury in the Merseyside derby last Saturday that resulted in him hopelessly limping off the pitch with the physio under his arm to hold him up. A torn ACL was the conclusion after a couple hours in the hospital. While an injury was never welcome, a minimum six months out was tough to take. But with the upcoming England tournament he'd been called up for that he will now have to miss, alongside the rest of the Premier League season, it shattered him. His club and his country had important matches this year and it killed him to not be able to help secure some much needed wins for them.

Most of Sunday was spent doting on him, helping him relax and alleviating both his physical and mental pain, offering comfort through his favourite meals and hours of cuddles, something your daughter happily assisted with. 

However, by the time Monday rolled around, his rest was stifled by your daughter's birthday party.

Despite how often you'd sat him back down, Dom wasn't used to sitting all day and had helped you decorate the house whilst your girl was at school. The balloons were littered in the front room, the buffet snacks laid out on the dining table, and the banners Dom had pinned on the ceiling blew from the gentle breeze coming in through the back door. 

So by the time you pulled into the drive with a car full of young girls eager for sugar, Dom was working on half a bar of energy already. Yet he played along with the party activities and managed to dance, or more shuffle, to some Disney songs on his crutches inbetween sneaking mini sausage rolls and chocolate biscuits. 

You could see him getting more tired as each kid left, but "she only turns 6 once, right?", so he persisted on keeping the party lively until your daughter was knocked out in bed, out of her party dress but still wearing the new bracelet she got from Grandma. 

You trailed behind Dom with two cups of tea as he hobbled toward the sofa, barely managing to keep himself up despite it only being 9pm. He dropped heavily on the cushions in the corner and let his crutches fall on the carpet, not caring where they landed as long as they stayed within reach. The sigh that left him could have knocked down a tree. 

Before you got comfortable, you put his mug on the table and put a random sitcom on the TV. Dom's eyes were closed and his legs were stretched out as best as they could be, his injured knee up on the couch in front of him with a cushion underneath and an ice pack held on top.

"I'm telling you, I feel way too old for this." He muttered just loud enough to hear. "You're only 24." You chuckled a little into your tea at his complaint.

"Yeah," he rolled his head your way, hair falling on his face, "but running after her makes me feel 70, she knocks me out," he spoke quietly but with the last tints of energy in his tone, "and with this peg leg too you gotta change that to 80."

You smiled at him sympathetically and loosely linked your fingers with his, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand as let his eyes close again.

He was joking, it was obvious. But a niggling part of your brain told you that he wasn't just being dramatic. 

Admittedly it was a tiring evening with your daughter's friends running around, but with the lack of energy left in Dom, how could a baby be added to that scenario and it not be an issue? Maybe it was the wrong time. Maybe, no definitely, getting pregnant when Dom wasn't shrouded by an injury, when he didn't have frustration on top of frustration on his shoulders, when there wasn't a hyperactive 6 year old that needed attention too - that would definitely be a better time to have a baby. But that wasn't what life had handed you. Life was a little more complicated in its ways than to give you an easy run, you knew that well enough by now. 

What concerned you most was how Dom would handle it. Whilst he had picked up parenting duties well over the past couple years, he hadn't been there when your daughter was a baby, nor had he seen how tough it was on you at the time. The thought of raising another was scaring you, so it would surely terrify Dom, doing it for the first time. 

Even before the time came to hold them in your arms, being pregnant was no easy deal. So how could he possibly handle the stress of an upcoming baby, the stress of having to look after 2 kids in the future, the stress of a cranky pregnant girlfriend, the stress of prepping the house and himself, all whilst he's hobbling on crutches and having to watch his teammates from the sidelines too? 

You sipped your tea and let the TV fill the room as your brain ran overdrive with questioning thoughts, sitting silent next to your boyfriend who's head seemed full of only the sleep he was dreaming of, oblivious to the changes that were coming his way.

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[fallingforyou123]

Cupcakes and Therapy-Meeting

A/N: I'm so sorry this is late, I had it queued up for the wrong day, but it's finally here. This is just the first part, I plan on continuing this with little blurbs after. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2.15k

Warnings: Some language, a panic attack and talks of panic attacks, falcon and the winter soldier spoilers

He woke up in a cold sweat, the last of his nightmare still fresh on his mind. For the third time that night he’d been jolted awake, the idea of sleep slowly slipping away. The sun was just starting to rise, a few rays slipping through the cracks in the blinds. He hadn’t slept through the night since his time in Wakanda. After Steve left him and the fighting stopped, there was nothing keeping his mind occupied anymore.

Slowly, he rose from his makeshift bed on the floor, every inch of his body aching from lack of sleep. He made his way over to the window, looking out at the street below. A new hobby he’d found was people watching, as creepy as it is for an ex-assassin to do, but it calmed him. It brought him back to reality when he felt like he was slipping into a dark place.

He doesn’t realize how long he’s stood there until Alpine starts rubbing up against his leg, meowing loudly. Alpine never fails to remind him just how utterly starving he is after sleeping for 22 hours a day. Bucky makes his way to the kitchen to fill his bowl, making note of all the things he’s running out of, a trip to the market after therapy becoming his plans for the day.

He throws a jacket on over his t-shirt and slips on a pair of gloves before leaving the apartment and making his way to the small coffee shop just around the corner. His routine had started consisting of coming here at ungodly hours of the morning for breakfast before making his way to his weekly therapy sessions.

He walked in and sat at his usual table, the barista on shift coming over with his usual coffee and muffin. Bucky hands her a crumpled 5 with a small smile, before grabbing a newspaper. He doesn’t really read it, he’s not one for politics before noon, but he does it to keep him occupied. It also helps to make it not look like he’s scoping the place out when he sits there for hours a day.

He sits there sipping his coffee and nibbling on his muffin, still too shaken from his nightmare to stomach much. He looks up from the newspaper every now and then to watch the people around him. Sunday mornings make the cafe crowded, couples and groups of friends line the one wall, families taking up space at the tables, and a few solos floating through.

There’s a feeling in his chest that hits him hard as he watches a mom trying to wrangle her daughter as the dad laughs. It hits again as he sees a woman curled into the side of the man beside her, giggling at something he’s whispering in her ear. His eyes shift from person to person, the ache growing strong as his breathing becomes difficult. He stands up abruptly, his knee hitting the table causing his coffee to spill, the few people around him shooting him strange looks. He rushes for the door, barely having time to apologize for bumping into someone.

The heat hits him hard when he steps outside, the feeling of being suffocated only worsening. He can’t think straight, the lack of air in his lungs making him dizzy. He turns into an alleyway, leans against the wall and tries to ground himself. A woman spots him as she walks by, coming over to check on him. She rests her hands on his arms, shaking him gently to get him to focus on her.

“Sir, sir you’ve got to breathe. In, out. Easy, easy. There you go.”

Her voice is smooth, almost melodic, and it does the trick to help calm him. Bucky attempts to follow her breathing, gasps of air slowly turning into steady breaths.

He manages to say a small “Thanks,” between breaths. The girl smiles and lingers a little longer to make sure he’s okay before heading on her way. Bucky’s stuck momentarily, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Suddenly much more tired and willing to go back to bed, he wishes he could head back home and hide for the rest of the day, but he doesn’t want to deal with what’ll happen if he doesn’t show up to therapy.

***

He keeps zoning out as his therapist talks, his mind wandering to what had happened that morning. He was no stranger to panic attacks, but they usually came after a nightmare, not sitting in a coffee shop. And the woman, no ones ever been that quick to help him, not when he looks the way he does. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, her face stuck in his mind.

“James, at least pretend to pay attention.” His therapist's voice knocked him out of his thoughts.

“I’m listening.”

“No you’re not, you’ve got that look on your face that means you’re thinking about your nightmare while telling me you’re not having any.” Her voice is calm, but he knows she’s getting annoyed with him.

“I can assure you, I’m not thinking about a nightmare. I, uh, had a panic attack this morning.” He looks away from her, the confession more than he’s ever shared.

“James, that’s normal. PTSD has a lot of symptoms.”

“No, no this was different. This wasn’t because of a memory or a nightmare. I was sitting drinking coffee, just looking around, and it hit me. I had to leave, spent a while trying to calm myself in an alley. And this woman, she came over and tried to help me. I mean, it worked, but I just, I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid, you’ve got to stop downplaying these things.” She’s really starting to get annoyed now, her voice now having a slight edge to it.

Bucky can’t quite figure out what pisses him off more, knowing she’s right, or how she doesn’t sugar coat things.

“Tell me exactly how it started, what were you doing?”

He groans, not feeling up for a heart to heart at the moment.

“Listen, I told you. I was drinking coffee and looking around. People watching, I guess. Keeps me occupied.”

“Ah,” she sighs. “I think what’s happening is your minds telling you that you’re lonely. Seeing all those people being happy together, it’s something you haven’t had in a while. You need people, James.”

He doesn’t want to hear it and she knows it. It’s all he’s been told for months now. But he’s fine, really. He has weekly lunches with Yori, and Alpine is plenty of company when he’s at home.

“Listen doc, I’m fine.”

“Bullshit. After everything that’s happened to you, being alone is the quietest, most personal hell. And, James, it is very hard to escape it.”

***

The market was crowded today. The mid-summer heat enticing people to spend their days in the sun. Bucky made his way through the rows of stands, stopping to grab various items he thought his fridge was lacking. This had become a weekend routine for him, spending Sunday afternoons trying to create some sort of normality in his life.

He gets distracted momentarily by the sound of a high pitched laugh, forgetting about the bag of fruit being handed to him. It’s then that he spots you, the same girl who helped him in the alley. You’ve traded your hoodie for a tank top and you’ve got a little yellow apron covering you now. There’s a basket of pastries in your hand and you’re laughing with a group of people.

That small ache in his chest makes an appearance again, thoughts racing through his mind. Bucky doesn’t believe in fate, he’s far too old and seen too many things to think it’s real. But in this moment as he watches you, the girl who took time to care for him in a dark alleyway, looking like the world belonged to her, he can’t help thinking that maybe it does exist.

He doesn't know what comes over him, but before he knows it, he’s shoving everything into his bags and heading towards the shop. He doesn’t know what he’ll say, blinded by the need to just be near her. Before he can reach you, you’ve already headed back into the building and stationed yourself behind the counter.

He walks in and is hit with the smell of fresh pastries and he’s brought back to spending weekend mornings baking with his mom and sister. You’re just finishing up with the group, turning your attention to Bucky, “Hi! Welcome to Honey, what can I get for ya?”

Bucky blinks a few times, suddenly losing every ounce of confidence he’d had. “Do you need a few more minutes? Or would you like a suggestion?”

He takes a second to compose himself before replying, “Yeah, um. A suggestion, please?”

He doesn’t understand where his shyness has come from, but you seem to find it endearing. You motion to the display case and start rambling on about each treat, “The orange zest cookies seem to be a fan favourite, personally I like the neapolitan ones the best. We’ve also got every flavour of scone you could imagine if you’re feeling more classy. And oh, this one's new, bourbon pecan nut bars, a little midday pick me up. We’ve also got some fresh sandwiches if you’re looking for lunch. Or if you’re still not sure I can do a sampler box?”

“Yea, I’ll just get one of those, and maybe a sandwich too?”

“Sure thing!”

Bucky watches you fill up a little basket for him, noticing how you add multiples of your favourites. When you head into the back for a moment, he starts figuring out how to bring up this morning without being creepy. He doesn’t want to sound like he stalked you, that would really mess up his shot with you. You finish it up with a fresh sandwich from the back and hand him a neatly wrapped basket. “Alright, is that everything?”

Bucky realizes that this is his last moment to say anything, “Yes, and no. I don’t know if you remember, but I’m the guy who you stopped to help in the alley this morning. I didn’t stalk you or anything, I swear, I was just shopping in the market when I saw you and I thought I’d come over and say thank you.” By this point he’s wishing the ground would open up and swallow him, his face turning extremely red.

“I thought it was you. Don’t worry, I’m not freaked out. It’s no big deal, I’m glad you’re okay. I know how scary panic attacks can be when you’re alone, I’ve had far too many.” You offer him some sympathy, knowing how awful these things can be.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good. Thank you again for the help. I’m Bucky by the way.” He reaches his hand out towards you, and when you take you swear you feel something, “Y/N, nice to meet you.” You reply with a smile.

The both of you stand there for a moment, lost in each other, only shaken out of it by the ringing of the door as someone enters. “I should go, I’m still on the clock.” You reluctantly let go of his hand.

“Can I get your number before I leave?” The question takes you by surprise, but you’re quick to put your number in his phone, and he makes a promise to call you later that night.

***

When you arrive home that evening you’ve completely forgotten about the promised phone call, too eager to make dinner and then climb into bed. You’re in the middle of cooking when your phone goes off with an unknown number on the screen. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Bucky.”

That voice fills your ears and your heart stops for a moment. He sounds tired, the raspiness sending a warm shiver throughout your body.

“Hey, yea, how are you?”

The both of you fall into comfortable small talk. He asks you about work and you tell him about all of your favourite moments from the day. You ask him about the pastries you sent him home with and he confesses that his favorite were the oatmeal lemon cookies, they remind him of the ones his mom used to make.

You end up still on the phone with him by the time you’re curled up in bed, barely able to keep your eyes open. “You should go to bed doll, I can hear how tired you are.”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

Bucky laughs, a small little chuckle, and all you want is to be able to hear that sound forever. “Why don’t you come over tomorrow after I’ve closed up the bakery and I’ll teach you to make something?”

“I’d like that. I’ll see you tomorrow doll.”

“See you tomorrow Bucky.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #marvel #marvel one shot #bucky barnes one shot #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction

[taleofharrison]

Valentine

Summary: Calum doesn't hate Valentine's day anymore...or maybe he still does

Warnings: a really vague implied smut at the end

Requested: nope 

Word Count: 1082

A/N: For this year I will choose 4 different holidays and post an imagine, blurb or something with a different guy so the first one is today and Calum so enjoy.

MASTERLIST HERE

It was of public knowledge Calum hated valentine’s day he didn’t see the point of this date when couples already made a fuss of their anniversary and if you love someone so much why do you have to wait until one day in the calendar to show your love for that significant other? Why only one date?

He didn’t like the pink and red hearts decorating every house in the neighborhood and every single place he had to go it was jus annoying a constant reminder of the most stupid holiday ever. Sometimes people would say that those were the words coming from his single ass, but Calum was sure that even if he had a partner to spend the holiday with, he would still think the same.

Little did he know that the girl who turned his world upside down would be making him anxious and nervous since it was their first Valentine’s day together somehow all the things he had said about the holiday were long forgotten at least by him because his bandmates were having a good time teasing him about how his views over this holiday had completely changed.

“I just don’t know what to do” he groaned again taking a seat next to Ashton who just chuckled at his friend’s exasperation.

Luke had excused himself to attend a call that had to do with his plans for Sierra, Michael had already ordered a roses bouquet and reserved a restaurant for him and Crystal, and Ashton had everything ready for a Valentine’s day in his house with Kay Kay just enjoying each other’s company and had a couple of gifts ready too. Everyone seemed to have the perfect plan but him and it was driving him nuts.

“Didn’t you say this was stupid?” Michael teased.

“That was before he met Y/N” Ashton continued the teasing “she has turned our Calum into a hopeless romantic.”

“Shut up” he mumbled “Just help me please.”

“Well, I don’t think there’s a single restaurant in the city that’s not full of reservations by now” Luke said entering the room putting his phone back in his pocket.

“So, the fancy restaurant is out of the question then” Calum groaned.

“Why are you so stressed about this? Luke questioned “you hate this day.”

“I just- it’s our first valentine’s day” he sighed “I don’t want her to think that I don’t care about small details.”

“Well, you’re not late to order some flowers” Michael offered advice.

“You said so yourself it’s your first Valentine’s together” Ashton tried to calm him “I’m sure she won’t mind a simple day together.”

When Valentine’s day arrived, you weren’t expecting anything you knew Calum didn’t like this day and you were fine with that you were never a fan of big gifts and over the top romantic gestures, so you were fine with just spending the afternoon at Calum’s place with Duke and maybe stay in at his place too.

It was Sunday so you didn’t have to go to work that day, you were expecting a chill day that until the knocking on the door interrupted your breakfast, you thought it might be Calum since the guys had to have this day for themselves and significant others studio work had been postponed until Tuesday.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” the delivery guy asked with a big bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Yeah” you replied.

“This as for you” he handed them to you “have a nice day.”

As you closed the door you read the note that came with them.

<< Didn’t want my favorite flower to spend this day without a gift.

Meet me at my house later today.

- Calum >>

It was weird, you loved the detail, but weird. When you went public with your relationship fans kept tagging you on memes and stuff about Calum hating Valentine’s day you didn’t mind them in fact you found them funny hence the reason why you didn’t expect anything for today. You decided to call Calum.

“Y/N baby” Calum greeted when he picked up the phone “did you get the flowers?”

“Yeah I did” you replied “Cal I wasn’t-“

“Just come to place later around 3 would be good” he interrupted you “we can have lunch, time for us today and then dinner. You can even crash at my place.”

“I have work tomorrow” you laughed maybe after all a quiet simple valentine was expecting you.

“Then bring in clothes for tomorrow I don’t care” he answered. “I just wanna spend the day with you.”

“Ok see you later. Don’t miss me too much” you giggled before hanging up the phone.

Your day went on as a normal Sunday not really doing anything exciting or beyond ordinary you just had to wait until it was to meet your boyfriend later that day.

-

“Y/N/N” Calum exclaimed when he opened the door “I cooked your favorite and later we can have dinner in the backyard.”

“Okay” you said as you greeted Duke who was so happy to see you.

“Wait why dinner there?” you questioned once you processed his words.

“I decorated it there as a small cinema just us we’ll be watching your favorite movies” he explained “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“I thought we weren’t doing anything special today.”

“Well, any moment with you is special” Calum smiled hugging you.

“Alright what’s going on?” you finally faced him “you’ve been acting weird lately.”

“Nothing is-“ he tried but the look you gave him made him sigh in defeat “fine what’s wrong is this stupid day.”

“The guys had great dates and stuff prepared for today and I felt pressured now that I have you” he continued “I don’t want you to think I don’t care about this kind of special moments.”

“Calum, you have proved you care about small things constantly” you assured him.

“Really?”

“Yeah” you nodded “you remember my coffee order and surprise me at work with it, you call me every night just to listen to my voice honestly Calum you have proved me you are a great guy more than enough times I love you so much.”

“I love you too” he said closing his eyes “sorry if I let all of this get to me.”

“Is okay” you told him “now we are going to enjoy whatever you have ready for today” you said holding his hand “and then we can fine a more fun way to spend Valentine’s together.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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