#green ballon

[majesticratfood]

I see no difference

[lovely-mogai]

Cherrylimemulviboard

A gender that can only most accurately be described by the moodboard above.

[No id]

[world-of-wales]

CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2016

27 SEPTEMBER 2016 || The Duchess of Cambridge and Prince William flew to Kelowna in the Okanagan Valley on the fourth day of their Canadian Tour.

[whatsagirltoblogabout]

... I may have forgotten how addicting the Mentalist is. Uh oh.

[69liesleft]

I have this balloon

No i did not make it my friend gave this to me

[sophiegranger]

𝖮𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍.

[tapeskingdom]

set of 3 friendship girl washi tape

[realitybitescupcakes]

DC Metro Kitchen

Inspiration for a farmhouse u-shaped slate floor eat-in kitchen remodel with flat-panel cabinets, green cabinets, marble countertops, green backsplash, subway tile backsplash and stainless steel appliances

[laundretteseoul]

Lime Mini Balloon Dog Earrings • 라임 그린 미니 풍선개 귀걸이 ~ only one pair ~ sold out

[homunculus-argument]

I haven't done comissions for a while and don't have the energy for that, but at best, it's like making balloon animals to kids at a festival. Like ok what kinda colour you want? Yeah no you don't have to pick between the blue and the pink one, I've got this whole row of different colour ballons and you can pick any one you like. You want a long dog or a short dog? Wait, if your favourite animal is a bunny, I can do one too. Yeah it's the same amount of work, I can do that. And they would've been happy with just a blue balloon dog but got a green bunny, when it didn't even occur to them that they could ask for one!

And then the next one is upset that you can't make a truck that actually does truck sounds. And just doesn't grasp that you can't do that. That's not how balloons work.

[b14augrana]

Hello , can I request barca x teen reader who loves to play prank and is the Clown of the team but is a very good player and Ballon d'or potential

The Fool

Beyond the jester of a girl that taunts her Barcelona teammates with endless pranks is a world class player that shines on the pitch

Barça Femení x teen!reader

masterlist

Warnings: ✖️

A/N: thank you anon for the request! this is kinda messy and a bit short but i think it does the job. im sorry this took so long for me to write, i hope you like it 💝💝

“(Y/N), hijo de puta!” Mapi screams, looking up to see your head sticking out over the top of the shower cubicle, pouring shampoo on her head. For the last 10 minutes, she’s furiously been trying to wash all the shampoo out of her hair, but it just isn’t coming out. Now she realises why.

Mapi grumbles and finally rinses the last of the shampoo out of her hair, cursing you under her breath with the slightest of smiles. You skid out of the locker room, abandoning the shampoo bottle and laughing to yourself in the halls. You can hear Patri’s laughter ringing from the showers as well, and it makes you smile.

Clowning around is your love language… in a way. It’s your form of putting time and energy into something special. To you, laughter is something special, and if you didn’t love your teammates, you wouldn’t be trying so hard to give them something to enjoy.

It’s your natural personality. You’re unserious, always joking around and having fun, and it is only normal for someone your age. As a teenager, all you want to do is have fun while doing what you love most; playing football.

You‘re damn good at both of those things.

El Clásicos are your favourite matchups. Every season, you look forward to it. Since you bleed blaugrana in every shape and form, you feel like it’s your duty to give the Real Madrid back line something to worry about. You want to be the one to sort them out… for the 16th time. Literally.

When you aren’t troubling your teammates with tricks, you’re troubling defenders.

It‘s kinda your thing.

One through ball from Aitana is all it takes. Your legs feel detached from your body, your strikes at the ground uprooting the grass wherever you step.

And the open space ahead is basically beckoning you in to occupy the green void, which you do.

The space beyond is as much of a blessing to you as it is a curse to the likes of Rocio and Andres.

Rocio and Andres should’ve learnt by now that their old school habit of holding you off will never work. You aren’t being stalled, you’re being invited in. The more you threaten them with small feints and sharp movements that make them twitch, the closer they draw you in to the goal until…

That satisfying swish of the net follows the sound of your foot making hard contact with the ball.

Rocio and Andres should’ve learnt by now that their old school habit of holding you off will never work.

You’re good at your position. You take your game seriously. That’s what surprises everyone the most.

Off the field, you’re regarded as ‘el embaucadora’, the trickster. You’re always pulling pranks, making jokes, finding fun in everything or making it yourself.

Even on the field, you’re no less of a trickster, but it’s less of the pranks and more of your deceptive play style and ability to make defenders dance.

When you play, you perform. To you, any pitch lit up by lights is a place in which your playing becomes poetry with the opportunity to engrave itself in the essence of the stadium, becoming your legacy.

The whistle blows, and you’re off again. The ball finds you again and it feels so right at your feet that every moment feels like you’re on autopilot.

And it finds the goal too fast for you to enjoy, because before you know it you’re walking off the pitch feeling uncomfortably sweaty beyond the swell of victory in your heart.

Alexia looks at you from a distance, the hints of a smile visible on her face, because she knows where hypnotising flair like yours gets you.

Somewhere in France, perhaps?

[alesandraelin]

𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘 - 𝙾𝚗𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚡 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Description: Y/n Bonmati and Ona Batlle have just moved back to Barcelona after their stints in opposite sides of Manchester, can they keep their relationship hidden?

*google translated spanish*

The summer sun bathed Barcelona in a golden glow as Y/n Bonmati stepped onto the lush green pitch of the Barcelona training grounds. It had been a whirlwind few weeks since she and her girlfriend Ona Batlle had returned to FC Barcelona Femeni, their beloved home club where their football journeys began. Y/n, who had made her name at Manchester City, and Ona, a star at Manchester United, had decided to come back to Barcelona.

"Finally back." Y/n breathed the Catalan air in deeply as her head fell onto Ona's shoulder as they watched the sun set over the pitch they hadn't trained on in years but loved so much.

"Finally home." Ona smiled as y/n's head fell comfortably onto her shoulder, she pressed a kiss into her girlfriend's temple as they sat on the turf.

Their love had blossomed quietly over the years, starting with shared glances on the field and late-night conversations after tough matches. It had been a secret kept tightly between them, not out of shame but out of a desire for privacy in a world where their every move was scrutinized. Now, back in Barcelona, they hoped to breathe freely again.

But old habits die hard, and the fear of judgment lingered. Especially from Y/n’s older sister, Aitana Bonmati. The midfielder had been the main pillar of support in Y/n’s life from when she just began at a grass roots club to when she joined La Masia, the Barcelona B team and then when she went to Manchester for experience. Aitana was perceptive, her eyes sharp and her intuition keen. Y/n feared her sister’s reaction the most, worried that their revelation might strain their close bond.

Their first few days back were a whirlwind of training sessions and team bonding activities. Y/n and Ona stole glances and brief touches whenever they could, their love simmering just beneath the surface as they navigated the watchful eyes of their teammates. The couple had made the decisions to have two apartments close enough to each other they could walk over at any point and stay there so that team mates and family who came over wouldn't question them living together, let alone sharing a bed.

The team decided that it should be Ona who would host team bonding night, Alexia really just wanted to see if the apartment hadn't been destroyed already. Y/n was already sitting on Ona's couch in an old Manchester city tracksuit when the rest of their teammates started making their way through the door to the apartment, loudly disrupting the young girls attempt to sleep.

"It is not time to sleep pequeña, we are here to have fun." Y/n was startled as Patri creeped behind and grabbed her shoulders.

"You only get louder Patricia." Y/n huffs, giving her friend a playful frown before pulling her down into a hug. "Missed you amiga."

"Good to have you back chica." Patri let her go and sat on a seat next to Pina.

The loud laughs of the older girls talking to Ona had Y/n turning her head. "Are you sure you haven't broken or burnt down something yet Oni? The place looks to... clean." Alexia questions Ona with raised eyebrows and a smirk.

Y/n engages in many conversations with the girls she grew up with in the academy as well as the girls she had never met throughout the night. She met Mapi's girlfriend Ingrid, who was super tall by the way and Ingrid's good friend Frido who was even taller. She caught up with her big sister who was currently the favourite to win the ballon d'or after her performance last season and during the World Cup the sister won together.

As it got later, the girls started to say their goodbyes and go back home. Aitana approached her little sister offering to take her back home. "It is alright Tana, I'm staying overnight with Ona, it's tradition to sleep over before we start the season remember." Y/n makes the excuse, reminding the older sister of the times y/n and Ona slept over at each others houses before the seasons began when in the youth teams.

"Only if you are sure hermana, te amo." Aitana said slightly suspicious but still said her goodbyes to her sister and Ona before heading home.

As all their guests had left, y/n let out a dramatic sigh and sat back down on the couch tiredly. Ona quickly joined her girlfriend, pulling y/n's legs over her lap before pressing a kiss to y/n's lips which she returned. "Come on amor, we have training tomorrow, bed time now."

"Yes please." Y/n replied, her girlfriend picking her up and taking them to bed to replenish before their first training session back with the team.

The next morning, under the bright Catalan sun, the team gathered for a rigorous training session. Jonatan gave instructions with his usual blend of authority and encouragement, setting the tone for the day’s drills. Y/n and Ona found themselves on the same team during a scrimmage, giving each other a smirk as they grabbed their bibs.

The scrimmage began the play went back and forth, Ona intercepting passes and y/n attempting to build forward on the wings. One mistake from Salma gave Ona the ball, she spotted y/n with wide space, the rest of the players being marked, she expertly delivered y/n the ball and the other team's defenders scrambled to keep up withy y/n. Y/n was one on one with Sandra who was that light bit off her line giving her the opportunity. She brang her foot back and gave the ball a powerful strike, ending in the back of the net.

Ona instantly came up to her girlfriend and pressed a kiss to her head and patted her back as the game continued. The interaction raised the eyebrows of Alexia, Patri, Mapi, Ingrid and Marta. Aitana's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she saw the kiss but brushed it off, the couple were nothing more than best friends in her eyes, they had always been that way.

Later that afternoon, during a break in training, Y/n and Ona found a quiet spot by the sidelines. Ona leaned against the fence, catching her breath, while Y/n stood beside her, a smile playing on her lips.

“You were brilliant out there,” Y/n complimented, brushing a stray lock of hair from Ona’s forehead.

Ona grinned, her eyes sparkling with pride. “You weren’t bad yourself, Bonmati. You always know how to surprise me.”

Y/n chuckled softly, leaning closer. “It’s all part of my plan to keep you on your toes.”

Ona’s laughter mingled with the sounds of the training ground, a melody that echoed the joy they felt in each other’s presence. She reached for Y/n’s hand, lacing their fingers together.

“I’m glad we’re back here,” Ona confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Me too,” Y/n admitted, her gaze softening as she met Ona’s eyes. “It feels like we’re finally where we belong.” Their moment was interrupted by the approach of their teammates, laughter and banter filling the air. Y/n and Ona reluctantly let go of each other’s hands.

The whistle blew, marking the end of a thrilling match at Estadi Johan Cruyff. FC Barcelona Femeni had secured a decisive victory against Levante, thanks in part to Y/n Bonmati’s stellar performance – a goal scored and a perfectly executed assist to Caro that sealed the win. The stadium erupted in applause, fans chanting their names as the players made their way off the field.

Amidst the jubilation, Y/n and Ona Batlle lingered on the sidelines, caught up in the adrenaline rush of the game and the sweet taste of victory. Ona’s eyes sparkled with pride as she watched Y/n interact with their teammates, her heart swelling with admiration for the woman beside her.

"You played so well amor, it's like we never left." Ona said in y/n's ear, her mouth against her ear and her hands around the winger's waist.

"You did too cariño, so good to be back." y/n replied as she melted into the older girl's touch. "Let's go back to the dressing room." The two walked down the tunnel with Ona's arm around her shoulder and y/n's wrapped around Ona's torso.

Ona, her eyes glowing with pride and affection, couldn't resist pulling Y/n into a passionate kiss, unable to contain her joy and love for the woman who had just shone so brightly on the pitch.

Their lips met in a tender embrace, the taste of victory mingling with the sweetness of their love. They lost themselves in each other, oblivious to the world outside the dressing room, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of their shared passion

Unbeknownst to them, Marta and Alexia had returned early from their post-match interviews. They rounded the corner into the dressing room, laughter dying on their lips as they caught sight of Y/n and Ona locked in a tender kiss.

Marta's eyes widened in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a gasp. Alexia stood frozen in place, her gaze alternating between the couple and the doorway, unsure of what to do next. The air crackled with tension as Y/n and Ona slowly pulled apart, their cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and affection.

"Marta, Alexia," Y/n stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "We... um..."

"I think we know what's happening pequeña." Alexia laughed slightly as Ona scratched the back of her head embarrassed. Marta stifling her laughter.

"I knew it, Caro owes me 10 euros." Marta laughed triumphantly. "We had a feeling," Marta admitted, her voice gentle yet firm. "But seeing you both like this... It's clear how much you mean to each other."

Alexia nodded in agreement, her expression softening. "You don't have to explain yourselves, Y/n, Ona. We're happy for you."

Before Y/n could respond, the locker room door swung open, revealing the rest of the team. The players filed in, their voices mingling with the echoes of celebration from outside. Asisat and Caroline exchanged knowing glances, while Pina and Patri whispered excitedly to each other.

Mariona, always one for drama, gasped dramatically. "Well, well, well! What do we have here?"

Y/n and Ona exchanged a sheepish look, their cheeks burning with embarrassment. Aitana, standing beside Keira, smirked at her sister's red face.

“You’re together,” Aitana stated, her voice a mixture of surprise and understanding.

Y/n nodded, her gaze steady. “Yes, Aitana. Ona and I are together.”

A silence settled over them, broken only by the distant sounds of celebration from the stadium outside. Aitana studied her sister’s face, searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation. Instead, she found only a quiet resolve and a love that radiated from Y/n’s eyes.

After a moment that stretched into eternity, Aitana’s expression softened. She stepped forward, enveloping Y/n and Ona in a warm embrace. Tears pricked at the corners of Y/n’s eyes as relief flooded through her, the weight of secrecy finally lifted from her shoulders.

“I’m so happy for you both,” Aitana whispered, her voice filled with genuine joy. “You deserve every happiness hermana.” Aitana told her sister before looking to Ona. "And you, treat her good or else." Aitana tried to be intimidating as she looked up to Ona who stood a few inches taller.

"Don't worry Aita, she's mi amor, I will never hurt her." Ona laughed at her girlfriend's sister.

As the two lovers were left as the rest of the team changed out of their kits, they remained seated on the bench, arms wrapped around each other. "Te amo mucho Oni." Y/n whispered in Ona's ear.

Ona brought her head down to peck y/n's lips. "Te amo mucho más, cariño".

[pitchsidestories]

mirrors II Jenni Hermoso x Reader

masterlist I word count: 938

a/n: hi, the inspiration came from the request here. We'd love to hear your thoughts on this one. <3

It was October. And everyone, football players and fans alike, knew what that meant.

The best of the best were about to be honoured at the Ballon d’Or Award ceremony.

Even as a sports journalist, this was a very special night and you felt honoured to be invited amongst all those big names in the audience.

There was just one face that you could have done without seeing. And of course you were seated right next to each other.

You let your gaze wander across the room, trying not be intimidated by the amount of men in suits surrounding you. Majorly to ignore her.

Someone on stage was about to hold an acceptance speech and you hoped that it would shut her up but no, of course not.

“Come on, you know we’d look cute together.“

You didn’t even have to look at her, the smirk basically vibrated in her voice. You sighed. Apparently she couldn’t behave anywhere. Every time you met, she tried to flirt with you.

Slowly you turned towards her and whispered: “Jennifer. We’re at an award ceremony.“

“Yes, and you look gorgeous in that suit. It goes well with my dress.“, she replied quietly and casually slipped her hand onto your thigh.

For a second you cursed yourself for choosing your dark green suit. The colour was too similar to Jennis floor-length gown and made it look like you intentionally matched.

You slapped her hand away and glared at the football player: “Shh, I’m trying to listen here.“

Turning back towards the stage, you tried to follow what the laureate had to say while jotting down notes for yore next article into a small notebook on your lap.

You shivered as you felt Jennis warm breath against your ear.

“As if they had anything important to say anyway.“, she complained, rolling her eyes.

You gave up on listening and instead considered Jenni. “Men love to talk. But so do you.“

She shrugged: “At least I have something useful to say.“

“You’re flirting.“, you stated, unimpressed by her attempts at maintaining a conversation.

“And?“

“And I really need to write that article.“, you replied, your voice rising with slight anger.

When she leaned over to snatch the notebook from your lap, you had to stop yourself from yelling at her. Instead you hissed at her: “Excuse me?!“

Jenni waved the book around nonchalantly and pouted: “Now you’re just making excuses to ignore me.“

“I’m not.”, you disagreed heavily while simultaneously trying to get your working utensils back.

Maybe it was time for you to abandon your scribbling on paper in exchange for only writing things down on your smartphone or laptop you thought to yourself as the forward wasn’t showing any sign to hand the notebook back to you.

“What do you want?”, you sighed tired of her childish behaviour.

“For you to finally acknowledge that we look hot together.”, she revealed with a devilish grin on her lips.

“You don’t give up easily, huh?”, you replied, your voice couldn’t hide the growing frustration you felt towards her.

“I never give up actually.”, Jenni admitted in a serious tone.

Abruptly you stood up from the chair. The intensity of her green eyes looking at you was getting too much to handle.

“I’m going to the bathroom.”, you announced.

Much to your own surprise the Spaniard decided to follow you. “Coming.”, she responded giddily.

“Fine.”, you muttered.

“Go.”, Jenni said, while brushing your back with her hand. Normally you would say this was purely an accident, but the Spanish footballer certainly did that purposeful.  

Once you reached the bathroom you let out an impressed whistle.

“This is really fancy here.”

Your gaze wandered around the interior: the mirrors were large, and everything looked like marble with golden highlights. It screamed expensive. Something you were still not used to as you grew up under rather poor circumstances.

“It’s a bathroom.”, Jenni chuckled amused.

“Still. Besides I don’t remember inviting you inside with me.”, you remarked.

“It’s a public bathroom. I’m allowed to be here.”, she reminded you smiling smugly.

“You’re lucky you’re hot. Although your big mouth.”, you begun.

“This mouth can do even more.”, the forward claimed, closing the gap between the two of you confidently while swaying her hips in a suggestive manner.

“Yes, I’ve heard about it, you’ve got quite a reputation.”, you answered cooly.

“I do?”, Jenni raised an eyebrow, pretending to be scandalized.

“Yes.”, you affirmed.

“Want to find out if it’s true what they say?”, she gave you a challenging look impatiently waiting for your response.

“I always want to know the true story behind a rumour.”, you confessed playfully, her glances almost left you breathless.

“Then don’t move.”, the forward demanded.

“I won’t.”, you assured her.

“Good.”, Jenni nodded satisfied while brushing her lips first against your cheek before wandering down to your lips until she finally kissed you.

There was an intensity and hunger to the kiss which almost knocked off your feet if you haven’t been sitting next to the luxurious water taps.

The older woman knew what she was doing, the rumours turned out to be an understatement in your opinion.

 For a second you caught the reflection of the two of you kissing in the big mirror. You both were breathtaking as a couple.

“Maybe you’re right.”, you mumbled against her mouth.

“I told you we looked good together.”, Jenni smirked triumphantly.

In this case the mirrors didn’t lie it reflected the desire you both had for each other. While the men held their speeches and felt very important you had found something much more meaningful.

[helen-with-an-a]

Beautiful Girl headcanons 3

Hiiiiii so here are some more HCs that I have for Amor and Ale

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Beautiful Girl masterlist

Some people accuse Amor of hiding things from Alexia/not being a good girlfriend because there’s a lot she doesn’t tell her but it’s because Amor genuinely forgets it and it doesn’t come up in conversation (like the piano situation - it happened 18 months into them dating; she wasn’t hiding the fact she can play piano, it’s just never been brought up in conversation before)

Alexia thinks that after football she’s going to take up media/coaching on a 0-hours/ad hoc basis (at least for the first few years) because she just wants to be the perfect housewife for Amor - after a year or so, she starts going back to football on a more permanent/regular basis

Amor cannot understand the concept of pumpkin spice - it’s not Pumpkin-y nor is it Spiced

Amor thinks some of Alexia’s outfit choices are questionable but will still call her the most beautiful girl in the world because how could she not? She’s her beautiful girl

Amor doesn't take penalties very often but she's technically on a 100% success rate (Alexia is so proud of that stat, Amor thinks it doesn't count because she's taken less than 20 penalties in her whole professional career)

Mapí thinks they are a little too co-dependent, Ingrid thinks it’s cute

Amor wears a scrunchie in her hair that matches the kit (like Hayley Raso and her ribbons) - it was something her mum used to make for her when she was a kid and now she asks the club for some extra fabric so she can make them herself - she has small ones for when she does plaits and big ones for when she does ponytails

Alexia gives really good massages - she gave Amor a shoulder massage once in the changing rooms and the moans/groans were so loud the team thought they were having sex

Amor wants to try shower sex in the training grounds but Alexia is too nervous so Amor doesn’t push it

Ale has Amor’s post notifications turned on

Amor has Alexia’s post notifications turned on too

Amor couldn’t stop crying when Alexia won her Ballon d’Ors - she was away at national camp so couldn’t be there with her and the team have so many videos of her just crying over how proud she is (who then sent all of them to Alexia)

Alexia doesn’t keep her trophies on display but forces Amor to keep hers out because everyone needs to know how good Amor is

If Alexia has been especially bratty for an extended period of time, Amor will tie Alexia up, make her wear the strap and then ride Alexia

Alexia loves it when Amor chooses her outfit for her, down to the underwear she wears

Vicky once walked in on Alexia crying in the changing rooms and Amor was comforting her - Vicky never told anyone what she saw but it really changed the way she views Alexia and football (that it’s ok not be strong all the time and even the best need a break)

Amor has a green thumb but Alexia cannot keep a plant alive, no matter how hard she tries

Alexia is trying to get Amor to listen to more Spanish music (Amor listens to quite a bit of Spanish music when she's at camp/away from Alexia but she doesn't need to know that)

When Alexia willingly gave up her Ibiza trip because Amor said she wanted to go to Switzerland instead, Alba was convinced her sister was kidnapped and replaced by a clone for a good couple months

Alexia is such a good Instagram girlfriend - she's learned so much about taking candid shots, how to frame properly and which edits look the best with each type of photo/location

Amor frequently does GRWM/Day in the Lifes and Alexia reposts/shares it so fast

Amor has never received a red card (not even a double yellow) - it's a stat she's very proud of

[valuunit]

best dad ever

summary: it’s dad’s day and harry and his family celabrate it in the most chaotic way

here in mexico today’s celebrated father’s day, so yeah, i wrote this.

Content: She/her pronouns. children lol, a itty bitty of smut, i wanted to write something but i couldn’t, im with my family 💀, food, pregnancy. oh, mommy is used a couple of times sexually, but nothing crazy. that’s it ig :)

Disclaimer: English is not my first lenguaje so if there’s any mistake i’m sorry, please let me know so i can correct it :D

“c’mon guys, dad should be getting up by now.” y/n walked across the hall, standing next to the master bedroom’s door.

“we’re going mum” alisha said behind her baby brother, dereck, who was barely walking with a ballon in his little hand he was holding like his life depended on it.

she sweetly laughed and kissed her two children. “good job, wait here a minute, when i open the door we’re going to say ‘happy day, daddy styles’, alright?”

dereck laughed, showing his father’s dimples on his face, god, he was his dad in all of its splendor.

“yes mummy!”

“perfect.” she entered the room quietly, her bare feet touching the rug she and harry bought when they were moving in together to their first apartment. “harry…!” she whispered.

“hmm.” he mumbled.

“happy day, sleepyhead.” she started crawling into the bed, careful to avoid his limbs and wake him up with pain.

“oh, yeah, dad’s day. i completely forgot about it, like the rest of the world.” his green eyes were barely visible, but charming as always. his view went to his stunning wife, his words, hovering over his body.

“well, i guess i’m an e.t.” she replied closing the space between their faces.

“i guess so, your out of this world.” his hands went to her hips, sitting them in his thighs.

she laughed and kissed his cheek, then cleaning a saliva stain off of it. “you’re still a flirt, aren’t you?”

“just with you, my love” he dragged his hands up, going under her new lace pj top, passing through her spine, shoulders and back down to her ass. he smirked, giving away his intentions, but y/n didn’t.

“wai-” before she could complain a knock on the door separated them.

“well, later then.” he giggled.

“shut up!, your kid prepared something really cute for you.”

“oh, my babies.” he smiled, when someone mentions his kids his eyes light up in such warm light it’s almost heavenly.

“yes, so, act surprised.”

“mummy! a minute has passed!”

“going, baby!” y/n appeared scared of her only daughter while harry laughed so loudly dereck also did.

she quickly turned to the door, now not caring if she kicked harry’s legs or anything, which she did, right on the balls. “oof, baby!”

“sorry!” she squealed and opened the door.

“‘appy ‘ay, da’y styds!” dereck screamed.

“oh my god, good job love, but.” she laughed at the chaoticness of the situation. alisha was also laughing. “now.” she grabbed alisha by the shoulders gently and let them inside the room.

“happy day daddy!”

“‘addy haffy!” dereck jumped, jumped and landed on the bed. where harry was now seated laughing, his hands in this private area.

“my beautiful children, come here!” he opened his arms letting his daughter run towards him.

“careful!” y/n screamed when she saw alisha landing near his legs.

“come here mummy!!”

“yeah mummy, come ‘ere” harry smirked putting dereck and alisha around one arm, having space for his wife.

“going daddy harry” she went, they were happy in the bed, the ballon, which was harry’s face, floating above them, dereck still gripping it.

“what’s that honey?” with all the fuzz, harry didn’t saw that masterpiece. so he looked up, watching a not so attractive picture of him in a medium size ballon. “wow! i love it bud, thanks!” he said faking enthusiasm.

“he loves it bubba!” y/n smiled towards her son, hi smiled even more.

“i also got u something dad!” alisha went to the door, where were a plate with pancakes, that had “best dad ever!” written with nutella and berries.

“thanks honey!, it’s so pretty and sweet”

“any time, dad” alisha replied, harry laughed.

“i taught her that!” y/n said raising her hand and smiling.

“where were we?”

that’s what y/n heard as soon as she got into the bedroom after taking dereck to bed. it’s been a long day of celebrating, so it was relatively easy.

“hm?” she pretended not to have heard, turning around and quietly locking the door.

“i said…” he kissed her shoulder. “where. were. we.” kiss after kiss he was progressively getting closer to her soft spot at the back of her left ear.

“ahm” even with his kissed it was hard to think for her, “i don’t recall… anything.”

“i could make you remember, or maybe you’ll prefer me to left your pretty little mind in blank.”

she turned to face his beautiful, handsome husband. looking at her with as much love and desire as he looks at authentic tiramisu.

“i like the second one better, but first i should tell you something.” she took his cheek and kissed him passionately, slowly and lovingly.

“whatever you need” he said after a couple of minutes. they joined their foreheads, looking into each other’s eyes.

“i’m pregnant, three weeks.”

she smiled so sweetly in response to his reaction. his whole face fell in utter shock, his hands, shaking, took her face and his eyes searched for every bit of honesty his wife had to offer.

“my love, a-are you kidding?” she shook her head no, a couple of tears going down her face into her wide smile.

“that’s, that’s amazing, thank you, thank you, for everything.” he hugged her, lifted her, spun her, loved her.

“yeah, yeah, you’re welcome. now, where were we?” she smirked, her hands in his face.

“no, love, what about the… you know, thingy…” he replied looking at her stomach.

she laughed, hard. “c’mon, you promised leaving me watching stars, now you do it. it will be fine, it’s smaller than a pinhead.”

“you’re so hot, love. before we do anything else can i thank you again?”

“of course. with an orgasm.”

“your wish is my command, mommy.”

[lives-in-midgard]

Date In The Air

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky takes you on a special first date.

Word Count: 900

Request: I have a request for your 1K Celebration with Bucky Barnes and the prompt “Wow, you look so beautiful.” Bucky and the reader go on their first date and the rest is up to you. [See request here]

Prompt 6: “Wow, you look so beautiful.”

A/N: Thank you for sending me this request. I hope you like it!!💗

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Masterlist

It’s been three weeks since you and Bucky finally confessed your love for each other. You’ve had feelings for each other for so long, but at first you were too stubborn to realize how much you love each other until one special day.

Since Bucky was needed on a mission, you haven’t had a first date yet, but that’s going to change today. You were so excited to go on your first date with Bucky and see what he was up to. But you were also nervous because Bucky didn’t tell you where you were going, he only told you to wear something comfortable and that he would pick you up from your room at the compound at two o’clock. You wondered why he was making such a secret about where you were going. Every time you asked him about the date, he said it would be a surprise. You were so excited but also nervous about what he might have planned. After thinking for a long time about what to wear, you decided to wear your favorite dress. To complete your outfit, you chose your favorite necklace and a small bag. As you looked in the mirror to check if you were ready and looked beautiful, you heard a knock on your door. You took your bag with your phone and walked to your door. Before opening it, you took a deep breath and then opened it. When you opened the door, you saw Bucky standing there and his smile started to grow when he saw you in that dress.

“Hey doll.” Bucky said with a big smile.

“Hey, Buck.” You smiled at him.

“Wow, you look so beautiful.” Bucky suddenly said, making you smile.

“Thanks Buck, you look great too.” Bucky mumbled a thank you, started to blush and looked away. Then you reached for his hand and Bucky looked at you with a smile.

“Are you ready for our date?” Bucky asked and you nodded.

“Sure, let’s go.” You smiled at Bucky and walked out of the compound while holding his hand. You walked past Steve and Natasha in the hallway and they both smiled at you. When you were in front of Bucky’s car, he opened the door for you and you sat down. In the car, Bucky gave you a gentle kiss on the back of your hand, then started a playlist of your favorite music and drove away. After a while you got nervous, and Bucky gently placed his hand on your thigh.

“You don’t have to be nervous, doll. Trust me, you’ll love it.” Bucky said as you looked at him.

“Okay, I trust you.” Bucky lifted your hand and gave you a kiss on the back of it.

“We’re almost there.” Bucky said after driving for a while. When you looked around you could only see a lot of trees. Bucky got out of the car and opened the door for you.

“Bucky what?” You were so curious about what you were going to do that it had to remain a secret.

“You’ll love it.” He said again and kissed you softly. You walked through the park, holding hands and looking at the beautiful nature. After a while you ended up at a large green gras area. When you looked around you could see a hot air balloon. You looked over at Bucky with a big smile.

“Wow, you really remembered.” You remembered the day you told him that you would love to take a hot air ballon ride one day. It was in the middle of the night when you ran into Bucky’s room because you heard him having a nightmare. You comforted him and after a while you talked about things you both want to do one day. And a hot air ballon ride was one of the things you said to Bucky that night.

“Of course I did, I started planning right away.” Bucky said, making you smile. You’re so lucky to have Bucky.

“I even learned to fly it, so it’s just us and no one else.”

“Oh Bucky, this is so-”

“Romantic.” He guessed.

“Yeah, it really is.” You said with a big smile.

“Good, because that’s what I hoped.”

“What are we waiting for? Let’s get airborne.” You said and he chuckled. You ran to the hot air balloon and Bucky helped you get into it. After a few minutes you were in the air and it looked so beautiful. You looked around and saw a beautiful nature and then you looked at your beautiful boyfriend. You can’t believe he took a flying course so you could take a hot air balloon ride. He must have been planning this for a long time.

“Wow, Bucky, it’s so beautiful.”

“Yeah, it really is.” Bucky said and you took a step closer to him. You hugged him and he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

You were flying around for a while until Bucky landed the hot air ballon in the same place you flew away from. After Bucky landed the ballon, he quickly went to his car to grab the picnic basket he had in his car. You had a beautiful day and the perfect first date with Bucky that you could ever imagine.

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