ahhh i have such man hands

feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❛ Ladies and gentlemen, I give you… me! ❜
  • ❛ I had another Liam Neeson nightmare. I kidnapped his daughter and he just wasn’t having it. ❜
  • ❛ You’re probably thinking, “Whose balls did I have to fondle to get my very own movie”? ❜
  • ❛ You guys going for a bite? Early bird special? ❜
  • ❛ Fuck, you’re old. ❜
  • ❛ Fake laugh. Hiding real pain. Go get Silver Balls. ❜
  • ❛ What the shit? That’s the coolest name ever! ❜
  • ❛ Now, I’m about to do to you what Limp Bizkit did to music in the late 90s. ❜
  • ❛ A fourth wall break inside a fourth wall break? That’s like, sixteen walls. ❜
  • ❛ My boyfriend said this was a superhero movie but that guy in the suit just turned that other guy into a fucking kabab! ❜
  • ❛ Well, I may be super, but I’m no hero. ❜
  • ❛ But some of the best love stories start with a murder. ❜
  • ❛ Looks aren’t everything. ❜
  • ❛ Hashtag drive-by. ❜
  • ❛ Ugh, stupid, stupid. Worth it! ❜
  • ❛ That’s right! You’re about to be killed by a zamboni! ❜
  • ❛ Tell me where your fucking boss is or you’re going to die! In five minutes! ❜
  • ❛ I should’ve come and found you sooner, but the guy under this mask, he ain’t the same one that you remember. ❜
  • ❛ After a brief adjustment period and a bunch of drinks, it’s a face… I’d be happy to sit on. ❜
  • ❛ Time to make the chimi-fuckin’-changas. ❜
  • ❛ Oh, I so pity the dude who pressures her into prom sex. ❜
  • ❛ Whatever they did to me made me totally indestructible… and completely unfuckable. ❜
  • ❛ Star in your own horror films. Because you look like Freddy Krueger face-fucked a topographical map of Utah. ❜
  • ❛ Life is an endless series of trainwrecks with only brief commercial-like breaks of happiness. ❜
  • ❛ Finish fucking her the fuck up. ❜
  • ❛ Suck a cock. ❜
  • ❛ This guy’s got the right idea. he wore the brown pants. ❜
  • ❛ I’d go with you, but… I don’t want to. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve never said this to anyone before, but don’t swallow! ❜
  • ❛ Your right leg is Thanksgiving and your left leg is Christmas. Can I come and visit you between the holidays? ❜
  • ❛ Maximum effort. ❜
  • ❛ I didn’t just get the cure to el cancer, I got the cure to el everything. ❜
  • ❛ Ahhhh. I’m touching myself tonight. ❜
  • ❛ Ahhh! Your poor wife! ❜
  • ❛ Wanna get fucked up? ❜
  • ❛ Daddy needs to express some rage. ❜
  • ❛ Shit. Did I leave the stove on? ❜
  • ❛ Well I hate to break it to you, but your forty-eight minutes are up. ❜
  • ❛ Right up Main Street. ❜
  • ❛ Have you decided what you’re gonna say to her? ❜
  • ❛ I bet it’s going to feel really big in that hand later… ❜
  • ❛ This is a shameful and reckless use of your powers. ❜
  • ❛ Why such a douche this morning? ❜
  • ❛ Have you seen this man? ❜
I Won’t Tell a Soul | Jungkook

Genre: Angst, little bit of smut

Summary: He wants to treat you right, he wants to love you right, and he wants to give you everything.

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: I’ve loved this song for so long and I always wondered what it would be if I fit a member into a fic inspired by the song. So here you go!

Oh darling I know you’re taken, something ‘bout this just don’t feel right.

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Rough Day at Work?

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x unnamed reader
Rating: M (Smut) 
summary: Thomas is stressed at work lately, so you take in upon yourself to relieve his stress at the office.

@thedoctorsfavoriteband @hamfamhamfam

“How’s Thomas?” Eliza asked you as she refilled her glass of lemonade. You were currently sitting on the patio of your backyard, it was a nice afternoon when your friend Eliza came over to chat. You knew Eliza from college and you were quite close friends with the rest of her family like her husband, Alexander Hamilton, much to the dismay of your own husband, Thomas Jefferson.

“He’s good but he’s been so stressed lately,” you respond leaning back into your chair “I worry about him sometimes.” Thomas was surprisingly a loving husband. He was cold and calculated to all his co-workers but whenever he’s with you, he turns into the gentle and loving man you married. But lately, he’d been spending so much of his time at work, his boss giving him long assignments on the daily, almost completely depriving Thomas of any sleep.

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anonymous asked:

Oh man, I'm not gonna lie, I am much more relaxed knowing Irving is a part of Full Stop. He has already proven himself and he's a great manager!! Jeff, on the other hand, I was having a LOT of reservations. So I'm really happy he will be accompanied by Creed (which was manager of Bruno Mars!!) and specially Irving. Ahhh, what a relief tbh. Also, this is fucking huge!! IRVING IS INVOLVED!!! Heads will start rolling!!!

Haha, I think your feeling is completely shared by the large majority of our fandom! This smells good indeed, now let’s see what comes next. Hopefully some relevant (and well needed) movement!

Fatherhood (Mark Tuan fluff)

Request: i just wondering abt, can you make me a Mark x reader scenario when mark being nervous to become a dad? ✌🏼 thank you dear..

Originally posted by withfx

Genre: Fluff
Length: 280 words (so short ahhh I’m sorry)

“What if something goes wrong?”

“That’s not helping, Mark.”

“What if I’m a bad dad?”

“You couldn’t be even if you tried.”

“But like,“ 

"No, Mark." 



You couldn’t help but smile at the man standing in front of you, with his wide, chocolate brown eyes and concerned features. It had only been about a month into finding out you were pregnant, and that you two were going to have kids, and he was a nervous wreck. Shockingly, more nervous than you were.

“I’m just saying that,”

“Mark, I promise, everything will be okay.”  

Your hands found his cheeks gently, which were ablaze right now with the anxiety of it all. “It’s okay,” you hushed, a smile still on your face. He might have been nervous, but you had no doubts in your mind. 

Slowly, Mark released the tension in his shoulders, then the rest of his body as he blew out a gust of air in a sigh. “You’re right. I’m sorry." 

"Yah, don’t apologize, being parents is scary thought. I understand.” One of your thumbs grazed over his cheek in a soothing motion as his forehead came down to lean against yours. 

A small moment of silence passed as you two stood, you allowing him to calm down before he finally spoke again.

“I already told my parents and they said they’d help with everything, my mom will even send us clothes and baby stuff, okay, great, cool, I gotta go, I’m going to the studio!” With the biggest grin, Mark leapt away from you and grabbed his jacket, bursting out the front door. 

“Mark Tuan!” You laughed, throwing a pillow from the couch after him playfully.

anonymous asked:

38 boyf riends??? You write so amazingly❤️

38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” 

thank you so much for the compliment omg !!! ok so this is an au where the squip is helping jeremy get michael instead of christine. and they’re like , not crazy lmao. also i use they/them pronouns for the squip in this bc it’s confirmed that squips have no gender so !!!

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A Good Decision

Originally posted by lovemusiclifexx

Stiles Stilinski x Reader, Stiles Stlinski x Lydia Martin

Length: 1264 words

Warnings: none

Stiles Stilinski was entranced, as he stared at Y/N from across the hallway, leaning on his locker casually, figurative hearts in his eyes. Eyes trailing the body he was captivated by, he softly smiled, before he caught the figure of Lydia Martin across the way, his long-time crush and recently; a close friend.

Lydia was literally the most beautiful female Beacon Hills High School had seen, with flowing strawberry blonde hair, and full lips that could kiss the life out of a man. She’s the definition of a Queen Bee, with grades as perfect as her being, and a wit as sharp as her brow-game. He didn’t really know what that meant, but had been told by Lydia herself that it was a compliment.

She’d never looked at him though, at least, not until everyone in Beacon Hills lives had gone to shit.

Y/N, however, was new this year, and wasn’t as pretty or as smart as Lydia. But still attractive, especially to him, and the biggest smartass he’d met. And that was coming from him. He’d planned on asking Y/N out, but then he’d had a ‘moment’ with Lydia in a recent werewolf-related chase. They’d held hands, had been pressed close together with a lot of staring and heavy breathing.

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glitterfulglitty-deactivated201  asked:

Hey, can you uhh write some leggy smut?

Fast Learner [Lafayette x Peggy Smut] 

Word Count: 2.2 k

Warnings: Smut, mutual oral sex, authority kink?, french dirty talk, Peggy being real sexy an shit. 

Notes: This is like one of my only hetero Hamilton ships lmao. Also this is kind of a continuation of that one modern college au!leggy swimming ficlet I did a few weeks ago. 

After that day at the pool party, Laf hadn’t been able to get Peggy Schuyler off his mind. She had fit perfectly in his arms… 

It had gotten progressively worse. At first, Laf attempted to be friendly with Peggy and maintain their association that way… then she had invited him over with promises of watching TV and staying cold. 

- u know netflix and chill means fucking right?

Laf had sputtered at his phone and the message from Hercules, and quickly typed back while shaking his head, 

- I do not think it means what you think it means.

Herc had come back with:

- don’t quote princess bride to me, you sassy french fuck, I actually know these things

- Oooh oui, Hercules, I forgot how many girls you’ve slept with. How silly of me.

- You’re excused, I lose track sometimes too ;)

Laf had just rolled his eyes, tossing his phone away. It couldn’t mean that… right?

Well, they were halfway through a random show Peggy had chosen on the tv streaming service, and they were getting cuddly. Fine. Cuddling was Lafayette’s favourite pass-time, with anyone. 

“Hey,” Peggy grinned up at him. 

“Hey,” he looked down at her summery yellow jumpsuit, lips never parting his smile to reveal cheery teeth. 

“Angie’s gone out clubbing for the night with Thomas and whatever that poor sad little guy’s name is,” Peggy mumbled around a mouthful of strawberry poptart, “Eliza’s in New York for her cello workshop, so…” she grinned a little. 

“So?” Laf smiled back, not wanting to presume anything. Peggy gave him a flat look, and scooched a little closer. 

“Daddy said not to invite anyone over after sundown. I say, fuck that.” 

“Ah huh?”

“We’re in my bedroom, Laf.” 

“Mmm, so we are. It is a very nice bedroom, Peggy- the pastel yellow and the white are very complimentary.”

“As complimentary as my bikini was?” Peggy began, biting her rosily painted bottom lip. Laf found himself thinking back, and suddenly, she was way too close for normal friendship stuff. 

“Where are you going?” the youngest Schuyler sister pouted, and Laf already felt weak at the knees from the simple action. 

“I am getting us some more popcorn.”

“We never had popcorn,” Peggy cocked her head. 

“Ah, then I will make some!”

Peggy frowned as Laf bounced up and darted out of the room, clambering downstairs. He quickly messaged his group chat, looking for advice.

Laf: Peggy is making advances??? I think??

John: shit dude rip

Alex: Yeah when I got with Eliza, Angie gave me The Talk and then I died

Herc: Ayy go get ‘er tiger!

Alex: …. one of these replies is not like the others

Laf sighed at his phone, then stuffed it away again. He had no idea where the Schuyler family kept popcorn fixings, so he had that excuse. Instead, he grabbed a couple of Sam Adams from the fridge, and ran back upstairs. 

“My apologies, cherie, I’m afraid I am rather helpless in navigating your pantry!”

“That’s fine,” Peggy quirked an eyebrow, and accepted the beer happily. They pressed play on their show, and Peggy rested against Laf’s shoulder. Lafayette had always been a touchy-feely person… hugs, kisses, caresses, they were not reserved for lovers only, they were for anyone he felt amiable with. But Laf actually had feelings for Peggy, and didn’t want this to implode.

“Laf?” Peggy asked suddenly, and Laf gazed down.


“You have nice shoulders.”

He chuckled. “Merci. I try to work on them at the gym a little bit,” he attempted to joke, making light of the situation with a little ridiculous flexing gag, but Peggy just licked her lips. 

“Yeah, I can tell… do you mind if I lay on your lap?”

Oh merde, I had better not become hard, he thought to himself, but nodded silently with a gulp. About halfway through the episode they had thrown on, Laf began to get restless, Peggy too. The french student knew exactly what she wanted, and what he wanted too, but… it was complicated. The last girl Laf had loved, Adrienne, had said he moved far too fast, and when he asked her to make a commitment, she told him he was too clingy. He didn’t want to make the “too this, too that” mistake again.

All of this was slowly spiralling to hell, though, as Peggy began to climb him like a tree. Soon, she was in his lap, Laf’s view almost consumed by Peggy’s bared stomach in his face and her full, delectable breasts dangerously close to him… there was that damn sun belly ring again. 

“You are going to miss the finale,” he tried weakly, feeling his cock begin to stir despite himself, but Peggy just stroked an errant curl from his face.

“Please,” she whispered, gently bunching the fabric of his long sleeved shirt in her hand and tugging. Laf felt himself drawn to her lips, unable to stop himself as he surged forward, lips capturing hers again and again until-

“Wait,” Laf said, gasping softly for air. Peggy stalled, eyes searching, and Lafayette tried to catch his breath. 

“Sorry,” she whispered, “I don’t want to force you.”

“No!” Laf exclaimed suddenly, “P-Peggy, this is not about me! Is… is this not… too fast for you?”

“Is that what this is about?”


“Laf,” Peggy sighed, “I know everyone in this god damn world thinks I’m the sweetest little flower who can’t be touched or defiled, but-!”

“Aren’t you?” Laf squeaked, plastered back against the cushions.

“I lost my virginity when I was fourteen,” Peggy deadpanned back, and Laf’s eyes widened. 

“Zut Alors…” 

“Yeahhh, Angelica knows French, I don’t.”

“Then get her to give you some lessons, cherie,” Laf growled, the fire in him rising, “For the things I will be whispering to you tonight are too despicable for the English language.”

Peggy moaned a little, and Laf flipped them so that he was on top and Peggy had her back to the mattress. Her tightly pulled back hair provided Laf with a gorgeous view of her features, and with the early evening light streaming in, he was even more enamored with her. 

“What?” she giggled.

“You,” he replied, kissing her nose, then brought his hands down to her shorts, undoing them quickly and hooking his fingers into her panties. He raised his eyebrows at her, but she quickly nodded, so he went on, pulling them down as well. Peggy kicked them off, beginning to grind up against Laf, and she made her pouty face again.

“I’m naked and wet, and you haven’t even taken your shirt off yet! Not fair.”

“I’m getting there, kitten,” Laf smiled, and pressed a kiss to her cheek, her lips, her neck, her chest, all the way down to her stomach. “Be patient.” Then, he reached her core.

“Ohhh my god,” she groaned, and Laf looked up, licking his lips and blinking his lustful eyes. 

“What is it?”

“N-Nobody’s ever done that to me before…”

“Mmm,” Laf smirked, “I will set the bar then.”

With that, he delved back down, licking striped up her until he reached her clit, stroking the nub with the tip of his tongue until Peggy’s legs were shaking around his neck. 

“Are you okay to take me now?” he asked nervously, and Peggy grabbed a condom from under her pillow. “Mon dieu!” Laf admonished, placing a hand over his chest. She just rolled her eyes.

“I knew you were coming, ass carriage.” 

Laf grabbed it quickly, and Peggy watched with wide, pretty eyes as Laf slowly undid himself, unbuckling and discarding his pants, thumbing down his boxers and getting rid of them. She immediately looked hungry when she saw his dick, standing hard and aching, against his stomach.

“I knew you’d be big, but… damn,” she commented, “11/10, would suck.”

“Get to it, then,” Laf grinned, and Peggy’s eyes lit up like Christmas. She scrambled forward on the bed, immediately blinking down at it… there was some apprehension now. “Never sucked a dick before,” Laf nodded. 

“Hey, I’ve practiced!”

“On what, a banana?” Laf chuckled, and when Peggy blushed, he shut his mouth. “Okay, well… let me guide you through it.” She leaned down, and Laf tapped her chin softly. “Open up your lips, and take the head gently between them first. Don’t suck too hard or go too deep… simply take me in your mouth. Good, ma cherie, that is…” he looked up to her ceiling, biting his lip hard to keep a steady voice for coaching, “Oui oui. So next, you begin to slowly drag the tip of your tongue across the- ohhh, yes, you have it, right there…” She was getting the hang of it, fast. 

“How do you know how to give such good head?” she inquired with her lips still preoccupied, and Laf reached back to give her a playful tap on the ass. 

“No talking with your mouth full, kitten… it is terrible manners.” He smiled. “Well, one… I am a man, so we know how we like it done. Two, I have sucked many dicks before,” he flashed her another grin, and Peggy moaned, rubbing her thighs together. 

“That’s hot as fuck…” 

“Suck a little harder now… ahhh, you are a natural, Peggy, ma chou…”

“As much I’d love a facial from you,” Peggy shrugged, popping off and sending Laf into a complete frenzy, “I want you in my pussy more.”

“Your wish is my command,” Laf’s voice was suddenly hoarse, and he used his strong, large hands to sweep her back again, to laying over the sheets. He liked his partners engaged, not pliant, and Peggy seemed every bit as passionate as he was. Arching her back a little, she provided him with easy access as he helped hold her ass up. In one slow push, he was in, and Peggy drew in a sharp breath, exhaling with a loud moan. 

Their breath both became laboured, the only background noise the whirring of the TV box accompanied by the hilariously paused face on screen. 

“You’re beautiful,” Laf murmured in her ear, leaning down to press his body weight against her, “So pretty… ma chaton is so pretty…” 

“Laf, you’re…” Peggy sighed softly as Laf thrusted in again, “You’re really good, oh my god…”

“I want to make you come, ma cherie,” he confessed, “I want to see your face, your eyes when you do. I want you to scream my name.” 

“Laf,” she whined, pushing down to meet him with every thrust. His fingers came down to work her bud slowly, until she was sweating and cursing, hands digging into Laf’s back. 

“I am so close,” he told her, “Please say you are close, Peggy, I do not want to leave you unsatisfied…” 

“Almost there,” she huffed, biting her lip. Laf looked down at this, and kissed her again, their moans swallowed up in each others mouths. Soon, both were close, hands roaming all over each other like they couldn’t get enough. Laf’s carefully administered pounding began to quicken into sharp, abnormal thrusts.

“I never want to feel anyone else.” 

“Merde, vous êtes si incroyablement excitant, je ne veux rien de plus que de vous baiser jusqu'à ce que vous êtes douloureux, alors embrasse-le tout mieux!” (You are so incredibly arousing, I want nothing more than to fuck you until you are sore then kiss it all better.)

“Please, sir,” she whimpered, and Laf groaned. 

“Yes, call me that again, chaton.” 

“Sir, I need to come!”

“Come, right away, Peggy, as soon as you need,” Laf drawled in her ear, nipping at her lobe, and Laf could feel the abundance of wetness around his cock, her toes curling into his back. Her head was tossed back, neck exposed, breasts heaving up and down, and it was all too much for him- Laf released into the condom shortly after, chanting her name. As they slowly came down, Laf pulled out, and Peggy stroked him through the aftershocks until he was oversensitive. Laf pressed a kiss to her forehead, and she let out a hazy giggle. 

“You smell like lavender.”

“You smell like cherry lip gloss, which is what I assume is all over my body now.”

“Guilty,” she shrugged, and sat back on her heels to fan herself. 

“That was so fucking amaze-balls,” Peggy sighed, and Laf almost laughed at how messed up her carefully done hair had become. 


“Your hair…” he snorted. 

“What about it?” Peggy felt up, “Yours looks ratchet, so what the fuck’s up with mine?”

“It is perfect,” Laf whispered, kissing her rosy cheeks and wrapping his arms around her to slowly ease her under the covers. “Now nap with me.” 

“Mmm,” Peggy smiled, “Uhhh… how you say, putain oui?” 

“You are a fast learner, ma belle fleur,” Laf smiled back, joining their heads together and closing his eyes, “A fast learner, indeed.” 

Act 1

Alexander Hamilton: the main character past get taking about!AND HIS COMING TA NEW YORK! JUST YA WAIT

A-A-Ron Bird: CLOSE MOUTH, BIG GRIN! Ham meets a bird! Alex Meets New frands!
Laurens: TURTLES
Lafayette: *FRENCH*

My shot: Shots, shots, shots, shots Shots, shots, shots, shots Shots, shots, shots, shots Shots, shots, shots, shots Everybody! POUR ME ANOTHER ONE! POUR ME ANOTHER ONE!
Burr: wtf

The Story Of Tonight: WASTED

The Schuyler Sister: WERK, WERK!

Farmer Refuted:
Samuel Seabury: *ahem*
Burr: ALEX
Ensemble: SILENCE!

You’ll be back: king salt the III: SILENCE! I KILL YOU! LUV MEH!

everyone: wat
everyone: wat
everyone: wait wat
GWN: *does the Beyonce dance of ‘All the single ladies’* I’M AM A N N N RIGHT HAND MAN!!

A Winter’s ball: LADIES


Satisfied: Angelica: at least my sister happy..

The Story of tonight(reprise): WASTED again.. LAFAYETTE: OUI
HAMILTON: hayyy burr wat up
Burr: shit

Wait for it: burr: neds to kill ham, but I have to WAIT FOR IT

Stay alive: eliza: im pregananant, dunt get Hurt. Ham: CHICK-FIL-A
herc: bake to nork city! Laff:FRENCH
Laurens: stay with Hamilton and get funky
ham: DA fuck
Laurens: imma kill him

Ten dual commandments: 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,10,9,11 BANG
Turtleluver: I did it

Meet MEH inside: GWM: I adopt I n my son..
Hammy: I nottcha ya son
GWM: …son I trying to b nice i-
Ham: u don’t tell me wat to guking do!
GWM: now dat was disrespectful, son i-
Hamilton: dad

That wood b enough: Eggliza: imma pgrenant
Ham: wat

GWM: Alex, my son. Pleacse come back, and help me from this french guy, idk what the heck he’s saying.

Book with eyes on you: ham: I back motherfathers!

Herc: YAY! we won
Laf & john: yey

Wat coms net: king salt the III: AWESOME! WOW! we fuking lost

Dear, Evan Hansen:

Burr&ham: we’re papas
Hamilton: SIR
GWM: eeee yea
Ham: Look! *throws Philip*
GWM: *catches Philip*….
Philip: books with eyes, but with words that rhyme

NONSTOP: ham: I can’t stop writing
Ham: *makes cute face*
Ensemble: Awwww
Burr: Hey!
Ensemble: NON-STOP


Authors Note: OKAY GUYS THIS IS MY FIRST IMAGINE (Or fanfic or whatever you want to call it, like I said I AM NEW.) Please be gentle with me, and truly any feedback would be great! :)

You waited in line for your first “meet and greet”. You weren’t exactly sure how they worked or what was going to happen or even how much time you would even get to talk to him, but you felt excited for your best friend. Celie had loved Shawn for years, she loved to talk about how she knew about him before his MAGCON days, whatever that was. If you were being completely honest, the only reason you were actually at this concert was to accompany Celie as you watched all her dreams come true…And the fact that he was the making of a young John Mayer didn’t hurt. As the line inched up you played with your hair, noticing your horrible split ends. Celie on the other hand was wired, you could practically hear her heart beating from a mile away.

“Girl,” you said lightly touching her arm, “you better quit it, you’re gonna start to sweat off your make up.” You said to her with a light giggle.

“I know, I knoooow.” She said with pleading eyes, “But you don’t understand, I can’t believe we are about to meet him!!!”

You laughed, you loved seeing Ce this excited. You inched up in line, only noticing you guys were next because you realized you reached the red tape on the floor. Looking up you felt like you almost had the wind knocked out of you. Your eyes widened staring straight ahead.

“Is that him, Celie?” You said half pointing over at probably the hottest guy in the room.

Celie rolled her eyes, “Yes Y/N, come on now, I’ve showed you soooo many pictures and videos!” She wasn’t lying, she had shown you. But it didn’t do him justice.

“Common, you’re up!“ the bald man shuffling girls along said to us.

The room started spinning. I took a deep breath and felt my body walk forward. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. I watched him turn around to face us, his dark brown eyes locking with mine immediately as Celie ran up to him giving him the biggest hug I have honestly every witnessed. God his eyes looked like chocolate, I thought to myself. Celie squealing brought me back to real time.

“SHAWN. I’m Celie. Wow, I’m sorry I can’t believe I’m meeting you. I brought my friend along as a witness, she knows how long I’ve waited for this!” Celie said jumping up and down as she spoke. It felt like Shawn and I hadn’t taken our eyes off of each other since I walked up to him.

“Aw hey, so nice to see you Celie!” Shawn said breaking our eye contact looking down at her. Then he looked back up at me again, GOD those eyes made me melt, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” He said to me, making my heart skip several beats.

“Y/N, nice to finally meet the guy my best friend is always gabbing about.” You say playfully bumping Celie with your hip. It was something about him that made your jaded heart go thump again. You felt so silly, like a 6 year old fan girl, not that there was anything wrong with that but…about SHAWN? Common Y/N, you said to yourself. You just got out of a horrible and scary relationship, maybe it was just the attention from a kind male that got you hot and heavy.

“You guys excited to hear what I got for you tonight?” He smiled with his stupidly perfect teeth, not breaking eye contact with you. Him staring made you feel compelled to answer, even though Celie was already rambling off about her favorite Shawn songs…

“Beyond.” You said tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, flashing back a smile. “I have a couple favorites off the new album. It’s practically on repeat in our apartment.” You said to him with a laugh. Wow, this boy was really doing things to you…

“Alright ladies, smile!” The photographer said forcing you three into a picture pose. Shawn wrapped his giant arms around your waist resting a hand on your hip. Goosebumps immediately surfaced on your arms which made you blush as you half smiled for the camera. He let go of Celie, then slowly slid his hand to your lower back.

“It was so nice to meet you,” he said looking at you, “And you too, Celie.” he said looking over at your best friend. He said something else to Celie but your head was spinning from his hand still resting on your lower back. Was that on purpose?

“Well, we will see you soon! We have SECOND ROW tickets!!!” Celie said to Shawn matter of fact-ly.

“Amazing,” He said turning back to me with a little grin, “Soon then?”

“Soon.” You said back, hoping there was more meaning to this.

You listened to Celie ramble about Shawn the whole walk over to your seats, “Yeah, he was pretty amazing Ce. So genuine, and sweet.” You said to her still in a daze. He couldn’t have meant more by ‘soon" right? That’s silly. Your head is in the clouds. He’s not going to like a girl he met at a meet and greet. You repeated over and over in your head.

“Y/N,” Celie said grabbing your arm, “as much as I hate to admit this, and it sounds a lil crazy but he seemed a liiiiiiittle bit interested in you, girl.” You snapped out of your daze hearing this.

“Celie, don’t be ridiculous” You said with a half hearted laugh. “I- no, there’s just no way. He probably does this with every girl.” You said shaking your head.

“Hey, I just calls ‘em how I sees 'em.” Celie said shrugging.

So, it wasn’t just you? Celie saw it too? You guys arrived at your seats, wow they were really REALLY close. It was inevitable you would really see each other again. The lights dimmed and the concert stage lights went nuts flying over the crowd showing everybodys faces. Shawn stepped out, looking just as handsome as you remembered 30 minutes ago. Your heart pounded as he began to sing

“I won’t lie to you…..”

Shawn sang as you listened and sang along lightly, but mainly just listening to his voice. Everything about him seemed to be special and unique to you now. His eyes panning the crowd, a huge grin on his face the entire time. You wanted him to look down at you so badly, but he was 500% in the moment and you actually loved that too. He cared about his music and his fans, he really did.

Shawn announced the last song and you felt your heart sink a little, partly because you knew this was going to give you post concert depression and also partly because the little Cinderella story you created in your head never really came true. You quickly snapped out of that though, you were at an amazing concert with your BEST friend having the time of your life.’ Live in the moment, Y/N.’ you said to yourself. You began dancing with Celie, and right before the lights went down you sore Shawn looked at you. The concert ended and everyone shuffled out of the venue. Some girls still screaming, some crying, some wearing their newly bought concert t-shirts. You and Celie walked outside letting the cooler air hit your flushed skin, it felt amazing.

Walking down the steps of the venue you felt Celie grab your arm,  "Ummmm, Y/N….“ She said pointing with her other hand at a man holding a sign that read 'CELIE + Y/N.’ You stared at him with confused eyes, had somebody called you a car? Your mom and other friends knew you drove but that was the only logical thing you could think.

“Uh, hi, we’re Y/N and Celie.” You said walking up to the man holding Celie’s hand.

“Oh, perfect! So glad I found you girls!” The man said, like everything was perfectly normal. “Follow me please.” He continued folding the side and walking back to the venue.

“Wait what? I’m sorry who are you and what’s going on?” You said to the guy squeezing Celie’s hand, a little excited and a little scared.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you girls knew!” He said with a chuckle. “Shawn has kept the venue rented for the night, it’s one of his good buddies, Geoff’s, birthday and they’re throwing a bash inside. There’s a bunch of bounce houses, dancing, you know what all you kids do.” He laughed, “and he said he would love if you could join. I know it’s bizarre but he said you guys were cool.” He shrugged looking between the two of us. I was beside myself, was this really happening, my head went dizzy again.

“YES. WE ARE SO DOWN.” Celie said squeezing my hand practically cutting off my circulation and then yanking me closer to the man almost pulling my arm from it’s socket.

“Sounds good…” I said smoothing my hair and looking down at my outfit. You weren’t sure if jean shorts and a white crop top with converse was appropriate gear for a birthday party but hey, live in the moment. You two ran inside after the guy passing girls who were staring you down, seeming to know the guy who was leading you back into the venue was.

You walked back into the arena, which looked totally redone in the 40 minutes you were outside. There were balloons EVERYWHERE and a good amount of people ages 18-28 hanging out, running around, drinking, playing in the bounce houses, and doing the obstacle courses. It looked SO fun, you were immediately happy with your decision.

“Ahhh, here’s the birthday boy!” the man said grabbing another guys hand pulling him into a hug, “This is Geoff. Geoff this iiiiis…….” he looked down at the sign, “Celie and Y/N, they’re Shawns guests.” He said patting Geoff on the back, “Have fun!” He walked away over to another group of people.

“Celie and Y/N, eh? Nice to meet you two. I was beginning to think I was Shawn’s only friend.” He joked.

“Well, we are very new friends if that counts.” Celie said with a laugh touching Geoffs arm. “Hey, what do ya bet I can double bounce you higher than you can double bounce me….” She said eyeing Geoff.

“Whoaaa are you challenging the birthday boy?!!” He said throwing his hands up, “That’s mighty bold of you Miss. Celie.” He joked. “You’re on.” he said tilting his head towards the bonce houses.

“C'ya later, Y/N!!!” Celie said running over into the sea of bounce houses.

You gave her a half hearted sarcastic wave standing alone in this giant arena. You stood looking around for a minute before you followed your nose to the cotton candy stand. You grabbed a pink tuff, examining your cotton candy you took a fluffy piece in between your fingers. Smiling you put it in your mouth as you swiveled around running into someone, “OH, shit sor-” You said looking up. At Shawn. Fuck.

“Didn’t know 'soon’ meant you trampling me down, cotton candy in hand!” He joked running a hand thru his mildly curly hair. You didn’t remember it being this curly earlier, but you loved it.

“Well, I didn’t know I would be here….with you….eating cotton candy.” You said looking down at the giant pink fluff ball you were holding. He picked a piece off and popped it in his mouth. “Oh yeah, thanks for inviting us by the way. Totally gets you cool points in my book. Especially for having a bounce house. Haven’t seen one of those since…..maybe 5th grade. Shame honesty.” You said snapping back to your sassy sarcastic self.

“Well, you must lead a boring life, Y/N.” Shawn said raising a brow. You couldn’t help but notice the quick up down he gave your body. It made you bite your lip, and pull your shorts down feeling a little self conscious.

“I want to know about you…” Shawn said smiling down at you. 'WHOAAAA!!!! You thought, where is this coming from? Why me? Is he being serious? Is this for a show, there sure are a lot of cameras here. Was this a joke?’ were all questions running thru your mind. He touched your arm, bringing your mind back to reality, “Is that okay with you, Y/N? I know it seems, well, out of left field, but it’s something about you, I dunno. Sounds corny. I know.” He said with a huff looking at me with sort of embarrassed.

“I used to bite my nails?” You said lightly, looking up at him. THAT was the only thing that you could think of, ugh. The two of you started to laugh, “I’m more exciting than that….I swear!” You said trying to revive yourself. There was so much you could tell him about, but your nails? You couldn’t have said your favorite color Y/N? UGH. And the only other thing that was on your mind that month was your past relationship…'That is NOT something you bring up the first time meeting someone. Especially since your ex is well…..terrifying.’ you thought to yourself.

“So tell me….” He said walking over to the stands patting the seat beside him. You looked up followed and sat down looking into his eyes. It was that moment where you just knew this boy was going to change your life forever.

kazekage-gaara-forever  asked:

Hello, my Dear! ♥ I just wanted to say: Your Blog is awesome ... And I want to ask: What about a little, little scenario when Gaaras S/O says "I love you" for the first time? ♥ Love you so much! x3

Ahhh, hello my dear <3 Happy to have you on my blog!!! :D I will gladly do this request!!

By the way guys, this sweet bean makes really amazing Gaara Headcanons, so if you ever want to know something about our favourite Kazekage, ask her!! :3

Originally posted by justgaara

Confessing your love to Gaara

Gaara wasn’t a man who had much free time on his hands. He was the Kazekage after all and it was not something he took lightly. His whole life now… it all circled around his need to protect this village that had once feared him. He did everything he could to make sure it would be able to prosper; he did everything to make the people living in Suna feel safe.

It just didn’t leave much time for him to hang around. He didn’t need it, either. He was content, just the way he was - for he was doing what he believed in.

But recently, in the past few months, there was a reason for Gaara to mourn that he didn’t have as much time as another person might have. It took him a while to realize it, but yes, that tug at his heart he always felt when he had to decline yet another one of your generous offers to have dinner with him because there was still a big pile of work he needed to do and couldn’t not just ignore.

You and Gaara had become close lately. Neither one of you pressed it, yet the more time you spend together, the closer you became. And you did spend quite a bit of time with the Kazekage, your work called for it. He was a kind man. That’s what you had met him as: a kind man who only wanted the best for his village. You knew of his past, some he had even told you himself, but you saw the man he was now: the man who held so much regret and so many hopes for the future.

How were you supposed not to fall for those big, honest eyes? Those eyes that always looked at you so fondly, those eyes that always seemed to get a little brighter when they landed on you.

And what you hoped for was certainly true: Gaara did feel extremely fond of you. No, it was more than that. Gaara enjoyed your company; he missed it every time you parted ways. He craved it.

That’s why he always tried to make time for you. Even if there was only enough time to spend a quick coffee break with you. It would make his day sweeter, shorter, easier. You were so calming to him, so reassuring.

He gladly agreed when you asked him to accompany you on a little walk one evening, when there hadn’t been much work to do and it seemed only natural to him now that he would spend those few precious hours by your side. You were the only one he wanted to spend his free time with lately and strangely enough, it didn’t bother him one bit.

It was obvious that you were nervous and that… now that bothered him, because you had never been nervous around him. You had always trusted him so much, so much more than anyone else. You just believed in him, he believed. And it was such a soothing feeling. So what was bothering you on this particular day?

He wasn’t a person to nag you about it; he didn’t want to pressure you into revealing your thoughts to him. But not knowing what was had you so upset wasn’t easy for him. He didn’t like you being upset about anything. There was this tug at his heart again, so painful and overwhelming that it surprised him.

But as always, you did not leave Gaara waiting for too long. You had made up your mind after all. Whatever the consequences, he needed to know.

Gaara, I love you.”

What was a man to say to that? A man such as Gaara? He froze and stared at you as you two stood in a more secluded area, a place where you could talk freely without feeling isolated. A nice place where the sun didn’t burn your heads and an almost cool breeze went by. A place that Gaara would always remember now.

There was no lie in your words, he could read that clear as day in your eyes. You were honest with him, revealing your feelings to him, and it made Gaaras heartbeat pick up with how intense your feelings for him seemed to be.

It made him so unbelievably happy. He never thought much about love; it seemed like something that just wasn’t meant to happen to him. But hearing those words coming out of your mouth melted those thoughts away. Here you stood, the person he had come to adore so much, the person who could light up his day with just one smile. Here you stood, confessing your love to a man who had believed his whole purpose in life was to make up for all the mistakes he had done.

He didn’t understand his feelings. He didn’t know what this lightheaded feeling meant – the one he got every time your hand brushed against his, or when he heard your laugh.

But hearing you say those words… maybe those words opened his eyes. Maybe they… opened his heart.

I believe… that so do I…

anonymous asked:

28 with ant (;

28. Panicking, our child about to be delivered


Sitting at home trying to bend over to put your shoes on, which is way more of a struggle than it should be there days, your stomach starts to hurt. It feels sort of like period cramps. You wrap your arm around your stomach and it passes after about thirty seconds. You just shrug it off. Being eight and a half months pregnant was the worst. Especially when your husband was over protective. 

Anthony has been hovering since you’d told me. He’s overly excited but he’s been treating you like some fragile thing. After almost nine months you were getting sick of it. You needed out of the house. And since Anthony just happened to be at rehearsal you thought you might go out to your favorite coffee shop and do some writing. And get your absolute favorite lemon bar. 

It’s a beautiful day and the shop isn’t too far so you decide to try and walk there. Your breathing in the fresh air when all of the sudden the pain from earlier hits you again, but this time worse. You groan and bend over.And that’s when it hits you. You’re having contractions.”Well shit.” You decide to keep walking to the coffee shop. Contractions usually take a while before labor hits and they won’t let you eat once you’re there, you’re getting that lemon bar dammit. 

By the time you finally arrive at the coffee house your contractions are five minutes apart. You’re sort of shocked your after hasn’t broken…Your mucus plug came out about a week ago. But you just shrug it off and try to order your lemon bar. While you’re in the middle of ordering you get another contraction.

The barista starts freaking out, “Oh my goodness! Are you ok? Is there someone I should call? Should I call an ambulance?”

“I will call my husband as soon as I eat that damn lemon bar I walked my pregnant ass here for,” You growl out your teeth clenched from pain. The baristas face is shocked but she just nods and hands you the lemon bar. You walk over and sit on the couch. This contraction has ended so you know you have about five minutes before the next one hits. So you take a few bites and man, this was definitely worth it. It’s gone too soon and you sigh sadly partly contemplating licking the plate. Your next contraction hits so thats the deciding factor. “Ahhh!” You can’t help but scream this is the worst one yet.

You pull out your phone and hit your favorites and calling Anthony, It takes him tip the third ring to answer and you are not having that.

“Anthony Ramos,, what took you so long.” 

“Sorry babe my phone was across the room, what’s wrong you sound in pain?”

“I AM in pain,” you say angry all of the sudden. “I’m going into labor.”

“WHAT?” Anthony screams. “Ok I’m on my way to the house, it’s gonna be ok, right? I mean you’re a little early. Are you too early? is the baby gonna be ok?

“ANTHONY,” you interrupt him. “Stop panicking. And I’m not at home I’m at the coffee shop.”

“What are you doing there?” he practically screams the panic in his voice thick.

“I wanted a lemon bar,”

“You wanted a lemon, oh my gosh (y/n). You stress me out. I’ll be there in ten. Is that ok? can you make it that long? Or should I call an ambulance.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll be fine.”

“Okay okay, (y/n) we’re having a BABY.”

You can’t help but smile “I know babe.”

Okay this is so terrible I’m sorry ahhh

The Blue Stick Part 4

Pairing: Steve x reader  

Warning: Swearing. Pregnancy.

(Remember to always have protected sex people!!)    

A/N: This changes reader points of view. More parts to come I’m working on the next one.
(Y/N) your name
(Y/H/C) your hair color  

**Russian Terms:

Nemnogo lyubvi (Little Love)
Rebenok (The baby)
devushka (Girl)

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                                                                                                                              Things with Steve and The Avengers are great till you think you have the flu. When the stick turns blue everything changes, how are you going to tell Steve. Nothings going to be the same anymore and you’re not sure how you’re going to break it to Steve what if he isn’t ready, what if you’re not ready to give your life as part of the Avengers. Everything changes when something goes bad and the team including Steve is waiting for answers.

“Twins?” Sam’s mouth hangs open.

“Who knew Cap was so fertile after being a Popsicle for so long.” Tony rubs his hair picking up his phone and quickly typing something.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Ah, could I possible request a scenario were akaashi and his male s/o who works at the same bakery as him (( mainly the delivery boy / flower boy )) and after akaashi leaves for a while he finds his bf was very uncomfortable because a few girls were flirting with him and akaashi gets slightly jealous/protective ?? Fluff maybe if that's alright?

Yeah, that’s totally fine by me! If you’re referring to this ask, and I’m almost positive you were, then I can do that for sure! I’ll make it so that the flower shop’s delivery boy works part time at the bakery as well! You never know, this schedule could miraculously line up pretty nicely, as well as the routes! Have a good one, anon! Please enjoy this and my thank you’s! -Admin 4AM

“Welcome!” The staff all shouted as the door chimed upon opening.

“Hey, welcome back, ____-kun! Another delivery today?”

“Yeah. Do you know where-”

“Right here.” You turned around and saw Akaashi, the manager of the bakery and your boyfriend. He gave you a small smile and took the bundle of roses from you. He purposely grazed your fingers with his own, making you really want to hold his hands. Akaashi winked at you which teased you even more. He’s been doing that ever since the two of you started dating, sheesh!

“Hey, Keiji?” Akaashi set the flowers down and hummed in response. “Do you think I could deliver stuff for you guys too? The flower shop is getting so many customers actually going to that shop now instead of having me ride out to deliver. I really need to do something, you know?”

Akaashi walked past you with a smile, but before he did pass he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Sure, wanna start now?”

You lit up. “Yeah! I just finished the list of flowers that I delivered, so I’m free! Thank you, I love you so much!” Akaashi had turned pink when a whistle was heard.

“Bokuto-san, please go back to preparing those pastries.” Akaashi turned back around and sighed lightly. “I have a list for you. Our delivery staff is out today, so I guess it was a good coincidence, huh?”

“I guess.” You were handed a list of addresses and names. Akaashi told you that he would help you stock up before you left and returned to the flower shop quickly and then deliver. You waved to Akaashi and rode off.

“Where is he?” Akaashi mumbled. He knew how fast of a rider you were, and the pastries were nothing compared to the numerous bundles of flowers you carried off uphill.

“Hey, calm down, Akaashi. I’m sure ____ got lost again, isn’t that how the two of you met?”

“… Well, he told me he had a good sense of direction, that was just his first time coming to this bakery.” Akaashi felt somewhat proud and kind of enjoyed having the chance to talk about you.

“Hey, is that him?” Akaashi looked out the window of the bakery and smiled. It looked as if you were back for quite a while and were talking to some people. When Akaashi headed outside to greet you his smile dropped. That ‘some people’ were a group of girls getting a little too close for comfort.

“… and you ride that bike everyday up a hill?! Oh my gosh! You must be so strong and have a lot of stamina~”

“Yeah, I guess I do,” you replied merrily. You had absolutely no idea what that girl was referring to when she asked you if you wanted to put it to the test.

“I’ve seen you work at that flower shop before, do you work here now? Will you come by here more often?”

“I’m just filling in for today, my main job is kind of slow at the moment. I guess you’ll be stuck with me for a little bit.” The girls laughed and Akaashi felt really irritated by that. Did… did that girl just run her hand up your arm?

“Wow! You have quite the muscle! I bet it’s all due to lifting up all those boxes.” The girl laughed a little bit and then added on quietly, “I’d love to see those muscles flex when holding something up… or someone.”

“That’s it,” Akaashi growled slightly. He shoved his way past the girls and made his way up to you.

“Keiji! Hi, I was just about to-” You were interrupted by Akaashi slamming his lips onto yours. He kept them locked there until you started tapping him frantically, telling him you needed air badly. You pushed away when Akaashi wouldn’t release you. “I… need air, Keiji-”

“Have some of mine,” Akaashi said and returned his lips onto yours. Until Akaashi decided he had enough he pulled away and observed all of the girls looking at the two of you in shock. “Sorry, girls. He’s taken.”

“Keiji?” You asked once Akaashi had pulled the two of you inside.

“I love you, I have another list for you. This time I want you to come back straight to me when you’re done.” Akaashi gives you another kiss on the lips. “That was for good luck. Off you go.”

“Wait… Akaashi!” You whined. Your boyfriend smiled mysteriously and headed towards the back, probably to go restock your bike and hand you the list. Man, did he leave you breathless.


A: Mom, please click this :3 *shows my phone and points at the spin buttob*
B: where? Here?
A: yes
B: what is it? Is it spooky things?
A: nope it’s not :3


I’ll definately will ask my mom to do the spin on the coming lotteries lmaooooo 😂😂😂

anonymous asked:

Is it possible for you to write more jealous sasuke? The rejection one was great :)





“Mmm. What is it, Sasuke-kun?”

“I want him out of our house. He’s been living here uninvited for two months.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Sasuke-kun. He wasn’t uninvited. He offered to help out, and I accepted.”

“And how did that end up turning into an invitation to move in?”

“Ugh, Sasuke-kun, it’s just easier this way. I’m pregnant and you’re busy. It’s nice to have an extra pair of hands helping around the house ”

“Sakura, he’s the Hokage, he’s busier than I could ever be.”

“He’s also the godfather of this baby and he wants to help. Really, I don’t know what your problem is.”

“We don’t need him here.”

“Well, I do.”



“Mmm. Ahhh. Wow, that feels amazing. You’re really good at this.”

Sasuke glares over the top of the scroll he’s failing at reading as another man puts his hands on his wife.

Sakura is eight months pregnant and Hatake Kakashi is sitting next to her on the couch with her feet in his lap, giving her the most erotic foot massage Sasuke has ever heard.

His sharingan activates as Sakura lets out another low moan of pleasure, stretching her arms over her head as Kakashi works the arches of her swollen feet.

Sakura has taken to wearing Sasuke’s shirts around the house along with a pair of white leggings. The high-collared, navy shirt is so large on her that it could pass for a dress, and it rides up on her thighs as she stretches.

Sasuke watches Kakashi’s gaze like a hawk, prepared to defend his wife’s honor should he catch the old pervert even try to sneak a peek where he shouldn’t.

But their old sensei is all innocence as he finishes the massage, patting Sakura’s pregnant belly affectionately. Sasuke rolls his eyes. You would think it was Kakashi’s own kid in there rather than the first Uchiha conceived since the massacre.

Obsidian eyes narrow to slits. But what if it isn’t…

“Sasuke-kun, you’re making that face again.”

His expression contorts into indignation. “I do not make a face.”

Sakura gives him a look as she rises to her feet, hand supporting her aching back. “Yes, you do. It’s your ‘I’m overthinking things and wondering about something completely irrational that has no basis in fact’ face.”

She frowns suddenly. “Sasuke-kun, we don’t have any ramen in the house, do we?”

Sighing because he knows what’s coming, Sasuke resigns himself to making another grocery run for Sakura’s cravings. “No, why?”

She looks at him hopefully. “Well, I just really have this craving for Ichiraku’s pineapple ramen.” Before Sasuke can wrinkle his nose in disgust, she continues. “Oh, and can you stop and pick up some whipped cream too? Thanks!”

Sasuke tries not to grumble, because he figures that as the not-pregnant one he doesn’t have it that bad. But still. Ick.

On his way down the hall, he hears Kakashi giggle and his muffled voice.

“Let’s french-braid your hair!”

Sasuke growls as he slams the front door behind him.


Two months later, Sasuke drops the dish he is washing in alarm as he hears Sakura yell from the living room. He rushes into the room to find her clutching her belly over a wet puddle on the floor.

“The baby’s coming!” she wails.

Before Sasuke can take more than two steps toward her, Kakashi flash-steps beside Sakura, half folded laundry flying everywhere around him. He picks Sakura up bridal style, cradling her carefully in his arms.

He flash-steps again, leaving Sasuke alone to wonder what in the hell just happened.


Trudging into the hospital in a foul mood, Sasuke glowers and silently threatens every nurse in sight until they take him to the delivery room.

Inside, his wife is already lying on the bed with her ankles in holsters, her face contorting in pain. Kakashi is by her side, squeezing her hand and encouraging her to push.

Sasuke snaps. “Get out,” he snarls.

Kakashi glances at him in disapproval. “Now is not the time to be selfish, Sasuke. Today is about Sakura.”

The Uchiha grips his hair in frustration and lets out a bark of laughter. “You mean my wife that I haven’t had a single minute alone with in four months? My wife whose company you’ve hogged nonstop? My wife who’s having MY baby and I can’t even be there for her because there’s no room in here for me?”

To his eternal disgruntlement, nobody in the room has heard a thing he just said, as Sakura has begun to push the baby out.

A nurse tugs him by the arm out of the room, telling him he’ll have to wait outside so as to give Sakura room to breathe.

Stranded in the waiting room, Sasuke stares at the closed door of the delivery room incredulously.

He’s just been kicked out of his own child’s birth.


An hour later, Sasuke is slumped angrily in an uncomfortable metal chair next to Naruto, who is chattering excitedly non-stop.

He glares at the closed doors, hoping to melt them with his sharingan.

Ten minutes later, Kakashi emerges from the room in scrubs, wiping tears of joy from his eye. He pulls Sasuke into an ecstatic hug, slapping him on the back in congratulations.

“Oh, Sasuke, you should see her. She’s beautiful.”

He has a daughter? He jerks out of Kakashi’s embrace and storms the delivery room.

Inside, a tired-looking Sakura is cooing at the small bundle in her arms. Sasuke approaches them slowly, staring.

The baby has a tuft of shiny black hair on her head, and when she looks up at him, he sees eyes the color of the void.

Definitely his.

Sakura beams at him, and her brilliant smile eases some of the tension inside him. “Isn’t she beautiful?” she asks, turning her attention to their daughter again.

Sasuke nods, throat constricted.

Sakura carefully lifts the baby, offering her for Sasuke to hold. He accepts her with awe and reverence, feeling the raw wound of his parents’ death closing as this baby girl completes his new family.

So enraptured is he that he only catches the tail end of what Sakura is saying

“…by the way, Kakashi’s going to be our live-in nanny. Hes already sold his apartment and called the movers. Isn’t that great!”

Sasuke freezes. Oh hell no.


anonymous asked:

sooo all the quakerider headcanons have come back :3 maybe one day at Canelo's, Robbie's working on a car, a couple of new guys nearby shooting the shit in Spanish. when he hears "that's Robbie's girl right there" / "man, I'd love to take her out for a *ride*" he thinks they're talking about the Charger, until he sees Daisy outside and one of the guys making obscene gestures out of her sight and Robbie sees RED, he's got a socket wrench in one hand and he's instantly ready to throw DOWN (tbc?)

ahhh yessss the quakerider headcanons are back~~! hello anon!! yeah robbie would have none of that, and daisy is like “what’s all the ruckus in here” when he comes out to see her and robbie’s like, “oh nothing, some dude tripped…”

Deans Contestant

Authors: @riversong-sam, @doro7winchester
Word Count: roughly 2200
Parings: Demon!Dean x reader
Warnings:  SMUT, swears
A/N:  Feedback is greatly appreciated. first smut piece by either of us

i’m going to hell….


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Courage | Jimin, You

Running Man Wednesdays are our days

“Did you see the look on her face?!” you said, biting your bottom lip, waiting for his answer before you burst out laughing.

“She looked like she was going to call her daddy to get escorted out on her gold chariot,” Jimin exaggerated, falling into a fit of giggles.

That made your heart increase its speed. With all this laughter, your breathing wasn’t doing all that well but now that he was being all adorable and gorgeous on top of it, it really was going south.

You took a deep breath and opened your apartment door, heading straight for the couch which you flopped onto, your feet following straight after.

Jimin chuckled at your actions before walking to the kitchen.

“Y/N-ah you want a drink?” he asked and you could almost hear his hands ready on the Pepsi cans, knowing that you were going to ask for them.

“Pepsi please!” you ordered in a sing-song tone and went back to facing the ceiling. He came over, tossed the can onto the couch and sat down in front of it, resting his head against your stomach. You froze. Why was it that you felt your butterflies flood instantly?

“How was work?” you asked, knowing the answer already. Jimin loved his job, actually he hated it when you called it a job, or work, because to him it wasn’t. He was doing what he loved and that could be hardly considered a job.

“Why did I even ask?” He gave you a knowing look, and you smiled in return. “Ahhh you’re so lucky to have a job that you love.”

“I know, I am,” he nodded and then looked at you, “but you’re even luckier to have a best friend this amazing,” he pointed at himself.

You scoffed and covered your mouth with your hands, “You did not just-”

“Oh but I did,” Jimin chuckled to himself and leaned forward to grab the remote off of the table.

“Channel 4 has Running Man on right now,” you told him and he changed the channel accordingly.

“Oh speaking of Running Man, you know my episode is next week, right?”

“Of course,” you rolled your eyes and drew your attention back to the screen. Running Man was one of the only times you and Jimin got to sit down and actually watch together. He was either busy with some schedule or you were busy with your studies. But these couple of hours every week, you could finally enjoy each other’s company without being bombarded by people calling, stress for upcoming tests and exams, dance practice for performances, it was just the two of you and the television. Just like old times.

You smiled when you remembered those times. You and Jimin rushing home from school, and only grabbing a light snack, jumping on the couch and flicking straight to the channel.

Come to think of it, you and he had been really close ever since the beginning. You didn’t even remember the ‘get to know each other’ part of your relationship. You two had clicked right from the get-go.

But when was it that you started to develop feelings for him? Of course you had completely stopped lying to yourself about your feelings for him.

After Running Man had ended, Jimin stood up and threw away the remains of your dinner and the empty soda cans into the bin.

“I have to go now Y/N-ah,” he said sadly and you sighed.

“I know you egg,” you stood up and ruffled his hair while he walked to the door.

“See you again for our next Running Man session,” his cheeky smile graced his lips and you concluded that you had been blessed. “It’ll be my Running Man session.”

That was the favourite part of your week, seeing his beautiful smile. At one point of your year, you realised that Running Man Wednesdays started becoming less of you meeting your best friend, but more of you falling in love over and over again.

You couldn’t help it though. And no one could blame you.

“Bye Jimin-ah.”

You had a day off lectures and study today and you decided to use it to catch up on your recent chick flicks and dramas but that all changed when you got a phone call from Taehyung.

“Hey,” you answered, a smile on your face.

“Y/N-AH JIMIN IS COMING TO SEE YOU,” he exclaimed, almost blowing your ear off.

“Wow!” you laughed at his volume.

“You should scare the daylights out of him,” he said and you could almost hear him rubbing his hands together in a devious matter.

“Why should I?” you asked, amused at his words.

“Because he needs to be paid back. Quickly! He’ll be there soon!”

You laughed and hung up. Honestly you liked the idea of scaring Jimin after all the times he would creep up behind you and attack you with tickle jabs.

Deciding to pretend to be sleeping on the couch to scare him, you ran and threw yourself onto it, under your blanket and a while later there was a knock at the door. After a few seconds of silence the door unlocked and his heavy footsteps came in, getting louder, closer to you.

You heard him sigh and take a seat in front of you, his hands brushing your hair gently.

At this rate you were actually going to fall asleep. You forced yourself to stay awake, telling yourself that if you were going to achieve anything today, it would be to pay him back for those tickle attacks during class which you got all the blame for.

“What am I going to do?” he whispered as he continued to stoke your hair. “How am I going to continue seeing you when you make me go crazy out of my mind?”

What did he mean?

“Am I meant to tell you the truth? Am I meant to tell you… what I’ve been hiding for the past three years?”

He sighed, “I have no courage to say it to your sleeping face. How am I meant to actually tell you?”

You heard him stand up and you wondered what he was about to do.

That was before you felt a warm sensation press your forehead.

“I love you Y/N-ah,” he said slowly, “I only wish I could say it properly to your face.”