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58 Drafts and I'm still adding more 😩🤚 Hoping to slowly start finishing and publishing them soon for those of you waiting for your requests 👁👁👍 so be on the lookout and send in requests! I'll literally write for anything lmao

36 and Malcolm Tucker? If you wanna....? Up to you doe, no pressure and I hope you’re having a nice day either way

Yooo, I've been having a great day and this ask made it even better! Hope your having a nice day as well :) I'd totally love to do this! I haven't written for my boi Malc yet, but I think I can capture his vibe pretty good >:]👍

Also 👀 I wasn't sure which 36 you wanted so I'm just gonna do all these ones that had the same number lmao:

-"Stop apologizing for other people! You're not the shitty one!"

-"Electrical blackout"

-"We'll figure it out"

And

-"Dont Look Back"

me thinking about someone holding me close to their chest/in their arms:

Imagine Being a Mainer and Hawkeye Falling in Love with You

Pairing: Benjamin Franklin “Hawkeye” Pierce x Reader

Word Count: Roughly 865 words

Author’s Note: Just a little headcanon-esque list to tide y’all over. Currently working on a lot of different works, so expect some more stories and finished requests soon. I recently re-watched a couple episodes of M*A*S*H and thought of some new content, so here it is lmao

Hope you guys are doing well :)

-Lets be honest, this man will go after anything that walks, but it takes a special type of person to keep him steadily interested

-And your down to Earth attitude and unwavering sense of calm was just the thing he didn't know he needed

-After the last couple of years he spent fighting to save the lives wagered in the elite's pointless slaughter, the thing that he needed the most wasn't sex, alcohol, or frivolous pranks

-It was someone to keep him grounded

-Someone to remind him that times like these wouldn't last forever

-The first time he met you he was immediately enraptured by your easy-going style, dopey smile, and down-turned eyes

-You seemed like someone who loved to live life, and Hawkeye knew he had to get you on his team before you met anyone else in the unit 

-Much to his surprise, you also end up being from Maine. Something that immediately gets him ranting

-It wasn't until one night, after twenty-four hours of surgery, that he began to really accept his romantic feelings for you

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-Straight after that moment you both struck up and unlikely friendship, and his feelings began to grow

-No matter what you saw and how long you worked, you always came out calm and ready to do more. And that occasion was no different 

-After seeing Hawkeye seated on a bench in the mess tent you casually walked over to him and slipped down next to him

-Wrapping your arms around him, you let him curl into you and rest his head on your torso

-After a few minutes of you gently rubbing his back, he looked sluggishly up at you and asked:

"What's with the suddenly burst in affection comrade? I suppose you couldn't resist my charms forever; we Pierces are doomed to be irresistible you know.."

-To that, you glanced back down at him and squeezed him tighter:

"You looked like someone who needed a hug is all. No one deserves to go through something as hard as that and only be left with an uncomfortable cot and flimsy wool blanket.."

-And all it took was that little admission for Hawkeye to be smitten beyond belief 

-Up to that point, no one had ever really helped him to help him. They always helped him with the  intention of getting him back in shape for the job or to help themselves 

-And up to that point, he didn't know how bad he needed to hear something as simple as that 

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-The next day, when there was no influx of wounded and everyone was well rested, he promised himself he would finally confess his feelings

-After cleaning up his tent, setting up a surprisingly nice meal that he knew he would owe an arm and a leg favor for, and kicking BJ out he was finally ready to invite you over and confess his feelings 

- The whole time he walked you to his tent and ate dinner with you, he felt like a ball of nervous energy that was about to burst

- Until you invited him to lay on his bed with you that is

-That calmed him down immensely 

-Similar to the previous night he curled up and gazed straight into your down-turned orbs:

"You know, up until last night, I never really realized how badly I needed someone like you. You understand me better than even my own father, and I don't know how to repay you for helping me when I didn't even realize I needed it. 

What I do know though, is that I've fallen madly in love with you darling, and I fear every day I see you it may grow worse."

-Although he spoke the last part in a comical accent and seemed to be over exaggerating, you knew that he was telling the truth

-Which is why you said, "I know," and immediately brought him into a slow languid kiss

-Two minutes into the kiss, he pulled you two apart and you let out a soft, "I love you too you massive dork.."

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-After that day, you two were never seen apart for too long

-And every minute you two were apart for more than two days was like Hell; and everyone could tell the toll it took on you both

-Especially if one of you was sent to the front lines

-Those nights were the worst 

-And no one could console either of you until the other was back to camp safe and sound

-By the time the end of the war rolled around, you two had developed a strong and healthy relationship 

-You had helped him cope with every problem the war rolled his way and, in turn, he was there for you when things got too overwhelming 

-To others, you two were a power couple; something to be desired in their relationships. Hawkeye never gave romantic attention to women that weren't you, and no man stood a chance with you if their name wasn't Benjamin Pierce

-And the day you both got your orders to return home, he scooped you up and asked you to marry him

-And what other answer would you have besides a: "Hell yeah!"

I don't know if you write these stuff but

How about you're sick and severus have to take the baby or babies to the class for day?

If you're not okay with it,It's okay

(Sorry if this hard to understand,English is not my first Language)

Hope you're having a lovely day,thank you💕

A/N: Drabbles are closed, but this request made it in juuuust before I closed requests.

The joyful squeal of a baby caused a break in the silence of the classroom. Every head snapped up, staring at Severus as if they had just seen a ghost. Severus’ free hand came to the baby’s back, rubbing sweet circles to encourage his child to settle down to let the students work.

Not that any of them were actually focused on their work. They were too distracted by the babbling infant in their professor’s arms. To say that the students were surprised to walk into class to see Severus bouncing a baby on his knee was an understatement. Most of them didn’t even know that he had a personal life, let alone a child. They were avoiding asking questions, and they were trying not to stare too much.

In their defense, Severus had never brought your baby to class before. Usually you were the one to keep an eye on your child during the day, and Severus usually took over in the evenings. However, you hadn’t been feeling well the night before, and by the time morning had rolled around, you had fallen ill. You weren’t dangerously sick or anything of that nature, but you definitely weren’t well enough to tend to an 8 month old all day.

Severus was worried about you being sick, and insisted that he take the baby to class for a day to allow you to fully rest. Besides, she was an easy child and never caused too much trouble. But she still was a baby after all, and she couldn’t help but get excited over the new environment and all the fun sounds from potion making.

“If you have prepared it correctly, your potion should be bubbling,” Snape instructed as he walked around the room, your child in his hold, “Make sure that it doesn’t-”

He was cut off when she shrilled again, her smile was bright and wide as her hand pointed wildly at the cauldron in front of her. It was the cauldron of Ron Weasley, who had (not surprisingly) produced the potion incorrectly to cause it to turn a shade of purple. Your daughter looked at Severus and then back to the cauldron to let him know that she liked whatever she saw.

Ron looked at the infant with a raised brow, and then tilted his head at his professor.

“Is it right then?” Ron questioned, referring to if the baby’s outburst was any indication of his progress with the potion.

“No,” Severus huffed at Ron, “She just likes purple.”

Ron’s shoulders drooped in defeat, his voice grumbling at his wrongly produced potion. Severus continued to walk around the room, surveying his students and instructing them through the steps. He lightly bounced your daughter as she looked around, her noises of jubilance and thrill only getting more frequent as the class went on. 

Eventually, she was squirming in Severus’ arms, suddenly restless and more interested in looking around herself. This brought the class to a halt as Severus held her out in front of him and looked at her with an amused look.

“How about I let you crawl, pumpkin?” He asked rhetorically to the infant, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer.

The floor was clean enough for a baby to wander, so Severus allowed her to free roam around the room. She was a swift crawler, and she practically made a beeline to the feet of Draco Malfoy. She was clearly fascinated by him, her little arms raising above her head as a request for Draco to pick her up. He stared down a the child as if she were a figment of his imagination, not having the slightest clue as to what he should do with her.

Thankfully, the young Slytherin was saved when everyone swarmed around the baby. They were excited, because suddenly they wanted to play with her. All the students formed a circle around her, taking turns tickling her and talking to her. Severus made a few attempts to rope all the kids back to their work, but they proved to be fruitless, because they were more interested in her.

After all, she was enjoying all of the attention. Her legs wiggled with glee as she sat in the midst of all these young teenagers. Turns out she had just wanted someone to play with all along.

“She is SO cute!” Pansy Parkinson beamed as your daughter smiled at her.

“How is she so fast?” Neville Longbottom gaped as she zoomed from Hermione to him.

“She has your eyes, Professor!” Hermione Granger proclaimed.

Severus couldn’t help but grin from where he watched at his desk. People had always told him that her eyes matched his. They were pools of inky black that were mysterious yet beautiful. He took a lot of pride in that. 

Severus let the students play with her until class was over, everyone saying goodbye to her as they filed out. Severus returned to her, scooping her up and bringing her to his desk once everyone had left.

“You’ve had a big day, yes?’“ Severus spoke as he sat at his desk.

Severus had a break for the next hour or so, and he took that as his chance to catch up on some work now that her playful mood had been satisfied. It really did warm his heart to see the students interact with her. He hadn’t expected this day to go as well as it had.

“I should bring you to class more often.” Severus said to her.

She didn’t reply since she couldn’t talk yet, but she made a content whimper before resting her head on his shoulder. 

Severus continued to rub her back, rocking her and lulling her into a well needed nap.

types of kisses 

i. slow and drawn out kisses. where neither wants to let go. warm and passionate.

ii. goodbye kisses. the realisation and the look in the other’s eyes of letting go. tears running down cheeks and hands ghosting on cheeks.

iii. morning kisses. waking up next to your significant other and pulling them up and capturing their lips to yours.

iv. spirit kisses. light and feathery over the face. small and quick. running out the door after.

v. sudden kisses. in the middle of a sentence. catching the other’s lips and pulling them into your arms.

vi. neck kisses. fluttering down necks to the collar bone. dusting over the breastbone and staying there. 

vii. nose kisses. a small peck. kind and sweet. an adoring look for the other in their eyes.

viii. frustrated kisses. knowing that one has to go. enveloping their arms around the other and holding foreheads together.

creative process be like: 

yeah, i’ll write the next chapter, lemme just start another series and write a one-shot. now i’m ready for the new chapter, it’s going well, 3k words in, i just gotta write another one-shot for an entirely different fandom before i finish this,,

Sukha

Pairing: Baileywick x Reader

Author’s Note: Okay, Okay, Okay, off topic, but does Baileywick give anyone else Capricorn/Gemini vibes??? I swear, earth and air signs just be acting a certain way 😔 I could spot a fellow earth sign just by their slightest mannerisms I swearrr Lmao. 

Being real though, this has been sitting in my drafts for so long :( so sorry.

Also, I did not do as thorough a proof-read job as I wanted to on this, so sorry for any errors you may find! On a different note, this one is for @ucantseemaowo34​ !!! Thank you for this ask! Baileywick doesn’t get enough love fr, so this felt fantastic to write :) 

While growing up, you had always desired one thing: 

To work at the Enchancia castle. 

Come to think of it, there wasn’t a time that you hadn’t wanted to work at the most prestigious castle in all the land. That is, the most prestigious castle to you. With its stunning architecture, fantastic workers of all creeds, and, of course, the welcoming royals, the castle had seemed like a paradise for someone like you. But there was one thing that drew you to the castle the most. And that was your dear friend Baileywick. 

After moving to Enchancia in your twenties to pursue your dream, you had run into Baileywick while at a local market. It was one of his rare days off, and he had chosen to go purchase some gifts and some items he had forgotten to purchase days previous. And while walking towards the aisle with the whittled figurines at one of the shops, he ran into you. 

Not recognising you from his years of living in Enchancia, he immediately sparked a conversation and offered to tour you around what he said was the best kingdom in all the lands. 

At the time you only slightly agreed with his opinion, given you didn’t know everything about it, but overtime you grew to love the land as much as him; with its cheerful population and bustling city, you knew that it wouldn’t be hard to join their little community. 

The only problem had been finding a job...With little work experience, you weren’t sure what place would fit you best. Your father had taught you the skills of carpentry as a young child, but it wasn’t something that you thought would be easy to find a job for. As Baileywick pointed out in his tour early on, the city already had a fine group of carpenters that didn’t need apprentices. So it didn’t seem as though they, or the castle staff, needed another one to add to the mix.

When Baileywick brought up the topic of careers, he immediately noticed your dread. When you explained the source of that dread though, he promptly eased your worries with one small statement: That the head carpenter at the castle was looking for a partner to aid in his work. And, as it turns out, the man was a friend of your father.

All in all, it seemed as though your dreams were in closer reach than you thought.

Flash forward two years later, and you were thriving in your field. Similar to Baileywick, you had dedicated almost all of your time to your trade. The only difference was that you both began to take more days off in order to spend it with each other.

So much so, that you both set aside one to two days a week to spend together doing whatever it was that caught you guys’ interest that week.

For that last couple of weeks though, Baileywick had noticed that you had been cancelling on him more and more frequently. This was something that flashed immediate red flags in his head. Something had to be wrong; the only thing he had to do was figure out exact what it was that was bothering you.

...

Walking out to the shed you and your fellow carpenters worked in, Baileywick hesitantly knocked on the intricately designed door. He had hoped that you would be the one to open the door and invite him in, but his wishes were sadly not met.

“Hello Baileywick! Haven’t seen you around these parts in a while, is there something you need?,” Reginald, the head carpenter said.

“Well...There is actually. Is (y/n) here?”

Looking behind him, Reginald snapped his finger and opened the door wider.

“Actually, they are! They should be at their station in the back.”

With a pat to the shoulder Baileywick thanked him and manoeuvred his way over to you.

Which was easier said than done.

By the time he got close to your work station, he realised that most of the space was taken up by a large wooden object. This, upon closer inspection, turned out to be an impressively designed wooden statue; something he remembered the king commissioning not too long ago. Come to think of it, it was commissioned around the same time you started flaking on your meet ups...

...

“(Y/n)?”

 Uh-oh, you thought, he finally came looking for me..

Letting out a nervous laugh, you turned around to sheepishly look at Baileywick.

“Heyyyy Baileywick..long time no see huh?”

Not finding the humour in your words, Baileywick gave you a scolding look. This only made your nerves worse but was ultimately anticipated. You had been working so hard that you hadn’t realised just how long it had been since you had last seen him properly. Unlike him, you were disheveled and looked as if you hadn’t slept in weeks. Which wasn’t far from the truth....Something you knew he was aware of.

“Ha Ha (y/n), very funny. Is this what you’ve been doing these last two weeks? You look like you haven’t taken a break since you started!”

Hearing it from him made the reality really sink in. You spent so long trying to finish this project as fast as you could that you forgot to focus on your own health and close friends. The guilt pooled in your chest at the thought and you finally gave him a dejected look.

“Well, I mean, yeah. The king wants this project done as soon as possible, so I thought if I pulled a couple all-nighters I might get it done faster and have some more down time. Didn’t realise how much that would backfire though...”

Oh (y/n), he thought, always putting work before yourself..

“Well, if that’s the case, it seems as though a well deserved break is in order. A walk in the woods might do you some good (y/n); you could clear your head and finally explore the kingdom’s landscape in more detail like you’ve always wanted.”

This idea did interest you, but there was only one thing keeping you from following through with that plan: you had been isolated so long and had no one to go with.

Sensing your anxiety and reluctance, he decided to try and ease your discomfort.

“Do you not like that suggestion? You can always do whatever else you want, I just thought some fresh air and movement would do you some good.”

Responding quickly, you let out a, “No! No, that idea is fantastic Bailey! I just....I’d rather have someone to....y’know, go with me and do it....”

Oh, he thought. 

“Would you like...me to go with you....?”

With a confident grin, you said the first thing that came to mind: 

“Of course!, Who else would make better company than you?”

That statement was what gave him the confidence to confidently say yes and join you. The fact that you were so adamant on wanting to spend time with him despite how bad you felt made him feel those familiar butterflies in his chest. And, for a moment, he felt as though he finally had a chance. A chance to admit how he felt about you. 

After preparing the supplies needed for a hike in the woods and getting into the proper attire, Bailey met you at the gates of the castle.

“You all ready to go?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be!,” you quipped.

With a fond smile Baileywick offered you his arm and guided you two to the gate.

....

The first twenty minutes of your walk was done with excited chatter, but stopped when the beauty of the flora around you began to blossom and capture you guys’ attention; making you both decide to take a break in order to admire it and harvest what you could.

With that in mind, you pulled your basket in front of you.

Seeing that you were focusing on the fauna surrounding you both, Baileywick decided to scavenge for any edible vegetation. The first being the regions more notable mushrooms.

Picking up the nearest mushroom to him and twirling it between his fingers, Baileywick thought back to the first time he started having feelings for you.

His first glance at you in the market square had him gazing in awe- that he can confess to. But beauty often hides the truth, so more time was needed to know if your beauty was deceiving.

And, as he soon found out, the women inside matched the beauty outside. To him, the longer you worked together the more your personality shone. And goodness was it bright.

Every little action you made was perfect in your own little way; even if you would claim otherwise. You constantly changed his perspective on the way he viewed life and he knew that, although you didn't conform to his way of living, he wanted to conform to yours. Even at the expense of his perfectionism.

And though that might be the influence of Sofia talking, he did acknowledge the change that you brought out in him; and he appreciated it. Instead of trying to perfect everything down to the last inch, he let things flow naturally. Instead of getting irritated when things weren’t done the way he wanted, he let people have their own creative liberty with how they went about things. And instead of being happy by himself, Baileywick now realised he wanted companionship. More specifically, companionship with you. 

All in all, Baileywick thought it was only appropriate that you knew these feelings, otherwise it would be awkward on both of your parts. He felt as though you should know how he felt and, in the back of his brain, he hoped that you would reciprocate those feelings. 

So when you both reached what seemed to be the most beautiful lake he could find in Enchancia to rest at, Baileywick instantly felt that it was best he confessed to you here. Because who else than you deserved absolute perfection?

Gazing over to you, Baileywick felt a fond smile creep onto his face. Despite his workaholic nature, he would give up all of his life’s work just to live in this moment with you forever. Your face reflected the purple and orange hues just perfectly and he swore you looked angelic.

Inching closer to you, he took a strand of your hair and began to twirl it around his finger. You raised your shocked eyes in response, which only let your blush become even more evident to him. 

“Bailey?,” you asked, watching him observe your features lovingly.

Pressing his forehead against yours, your breath intertwining and a content affection being built, Baileywick responded with a smooth:

“Sometimes I feel sick…so anxious and sick- as if my heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest. At first I thought I caught a cold from the children, but when it got worse around you I knew it wasn’t just a biological mistake. You were what made my heart race. You were what made me feel like a lovesick teenager again. Looking at you just now, I knew that I had to tell you...” 

Pulling you into a hug, his chin resting on your shoulder, he finally admitted it: “(y/n), I love you. I’ve loved you for years. I just thought you should know because you’ve made such an impact in my boring stiff life. Whether that’s the Sofia in me taking I don’t know, but it remains true just the same.....”

...

Not hearing a response, Baileywick began to pull away from you. That is, until he felt you latch onto him tighter. Staying still, he felt you shaking a bit- as if you were laughing. And for a moment, he felt a bit upset. He had poured his heart out and that was how you respond?

Recoiling, he let out a brief, “Hey! Now what’s th-”

And then he saw it: you had tears in your eyes! That definitely wasn’t the reaction he was expecting; he wanted to make you happy, not make you cry! Showing his concern, he quickly said: “Oh dear! Are you alright?”

Looking up at him, you let out a giggle through a toothy grin.

“Of course I’m alright you old fool, I love you too! You just don’t know how relieving it is to hear you say that. I was worried that I would have to hear Miranda tease me about my crush on you for the rest of my life!”

Hearing that, Baileywick let out a hearty laugh of his own.

“She teased you as well?? I swear I haven’t been able to get Roland off my back for an eternity! That man does not give up easily, I’ll tell you that..”

Smiling fondly at him, you could only think one thing: God bless the King and Queen of Enchancia for their childish teasing. 

A laugh broke out between you and, in that moment, everything was right in the world. Everything was how it should be and the two lovers were finally able to live out their dream life: the one where their person loved them back.