naisy

fitzgomeryrps asked:

[text] Please? I love you.

[text:Nick]: Fine, fine. I love you too.
[text]:Nick]: I’ll be home soon, okay?
[text]:Nick]: …There’s like five different brands. What the hell is the difference between super maxi and overnight maxi?? 
[text:Nick]: I am so out of my element right now.

How the OTPs are probably spending Valentine’s Day: 

Tristan and Rose - Rose probably bought Tristan a gift and he neglected to get her one. They have fight that begins with some plates and books being thrown and ends with passionate hate sex. 
Freya and Atticus - Freya begs Atticus to take her dancing and he can’t exactly resist, so that’s what they do. It ends with her coecering him to stay the night, even if it’s just sleeping in bed with her. 
Esme and Julian - They’re most likely spending the day with Lila and celebrating as a family. Except, later on, it might be the first time they say ‘I love you’ to each other after a year. 
Daisy and Nick - Any and everything that allows them to be domestic and mushy. They take advantage of the opportunity, despite the fact they’re constantly mushy all the time. The night most definitely will end in sex. 
Samantha and Dex - Samantha convinces Dex to celebrate Anti-Valentine’s Day with her. She ends up dragging him to see Fifty Shades of Grey, much to his dismay.

kelliotony asked:

"Take me home!"

Looking up to see both Daisy and Lucy pouting at him, he groaned and shook his head. “Are you seriously going to pull a pout? What are you, five?” he asked Lucy as he pulled her up and into his arms. He glared at her until she buried her face against his cheek. Turning to Daisy, he sighed. “You two really love ganging up on me. I thought we were having fun…” They’d been at the book fair for hours, now. Both his fianceé and daughter liked books just as much as he did, and knew what literature nut he was, but enough was enough, and Nick knew he was fighting a losing battle. “Fine. You’re so lucky I hate when you give me that stupid dumb face…” Crinkling his nose, he swooped down and placed a kiss on Daisy’s forehead, reaching for her hand simultaneously. “One day, I’ll manage to say no to you two…” He didn’t say it so convincingly— he knew there was a very slim chance.

chickpeasandboysenberrypie asked:

"Why don’t you love me anymore?"

Daisy knew she’d been absent for the past few weeks, but she hadn’t seen how her behavior was affecting those around her – not until she saw the look marring Nick’s face. It broke her heart; something she didn’t think possible since their loss of the baby. All the nights she spent staring out the window came back to her. On those nights, she left Nick alone in their bed. She hadn’t read a bedtime story to Lucy in days. A part of her wanted to question why he would think she didn’t love him anymore, but she knew the answer. When Nick told her he loved her, she barely returned the sentiment. When he tried to touch her, she shirked away. 

With shaky hands, Daisy cupped her husband’s cheeks. She’s forgotten what he skin felt like underneath her fingertips; electricity sparked, despite their recent struggles. “I love you, Nick,” she murmured. “God, I love you. I don’t blame you for thinking otherwise, but…a day hasn’t gone by when I haven’t been in love with you.”

chickpeasandboysenberrypie asked:

"You’re beautiful when you smile."

Nothing but a sheet covered Daisy as she pushed herself up to get a better look at her husband. God — her husband. It felt completely surreal for her to say that. Nick was her husband. She was Mrs. Bradshaw. The thought alone made her grin with glee. It was the reason for the incandescent smile on her face that her husband was talking about. Daisy skimmed her hand across Nick’s jawline before leaning down to press a kiss against his lips. “You’re cute when you’re cheesy,” she laughed before falling back against the mattress. Her whole body felt exhaustion, but also light as a feather. Sex with Nick was always mind blowing, but Daisy had never felt so…well, she didn’t know how to describe it. The petite brunette rolled so that she was nestled right against her husband’s side. They were completely skin to skin without much room in between one another. “Love you, Mr. Bradshaw.”

☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day

“So, Mr. Bradshaw, did today turn out to be everything you hoped and more?” In truth, Daisy knew that Nick cared less aout the aesthetics of the wedding and more about her walking down the aisle towards him. Then again, he didn’t have anything to worry about. It took both her her parents’ strength to keep her from spirinting down towards him at the end of it hours ago during the ceremony. It was nearing eleven ‘o’ clock, but the party was still in full swing. Daisy had abandoned her heels and nice’s suit jacket and bowtie were long gone. Lucy, who portrayed a very precious flower girl, was in bed with the babysitter somewhere in the hotel. They danced leisurely among the rest of the wedding guests while the band played some slow song Daisy couldn’t remember the name of. She rested her head against her husband’s chest and sighed happily. This was how it was supposed to be.

chickpeasandboysenberrypie asked:

"That dress looks very becoming on you. Of course, if I were on you, I'd be coming, too."

Daisy admired herself in the mirror. It had been a year or two since she ahd felt this good. With her husband’s help, and ultimately his patience, she found herself again. Perhaps her new lease on life was the reason the bump on her stomach had appeared once more. Her pregnancy was a miracle, especially after her miscarriage. Daisy couldn’t remember a day where she had been more elated, bar her wedding to Nick. Her hands drifted over her the bump that was carefully draped with a dark red chiffon. She felt beautiful. And apparently, Nick thought so as well. Daisy turned around, a small smile falling over her face. “You already did this morning. The doctor said only once a day.” Daisy padded over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “As much as I love you, I’m not risking anything.”

“Did you even love me?”

Daisy x Nick (aka Naisy)

“Wha— Of course I loved you.” Daisy’s tiny fists shook at her side. Her initial plan after running away had been to avoid bumping into anyone, especially Nick. Nick, who had been her whole world — the worst part of making her decision to flee. And now, here he was, standing in front of her to make arrangements for his daughter to enroll in her dance class. “Just because I didn’t want to be tied down so young does not mean that I never loved you. I loved you with every ounce of my being.” The tiny brunette’s voice began to raise as her emotions hightened. 

The worst part? She knew she still loved him. But her pride wouldn’t allow her to admit that to Nick. Especially since it appeared that he had moved on. “I think you should go.”