Walked by this guy and he got startled. Tried running away but got the Scooby-Doo legs and just stayed in place. Then just hung there awaiting his doom. Luckily for him, I wanted to be his buddy (Source: http://ift.tt/1KtMjBV)
ten years ago today my family of 6 plus 2 of my grandparents and 2 dogs and 2 cats hunkered down in my parents bedroom. i was eleven years old at the time, and was sharing a sleeping space at the bottom of a closet with my kid sister who was five. ten years ago we sat in utter silence and listened as the weather outside tore everything apart.
no but i bet ashton is a back kisser. u know what i mean? like when you’re spooning and he’s got his arms wrapped tightly around you and he leans his head down to press his lips against your shoulder blade or ur spine and then just kind of hover there for a minute. or when he’s giving you a back massage and he gently runs his fingers along your arms before planting kisses all down your spine saying how much he loves you like fuCK I GTG
A request for you because I adore your writing! Could you do a blurb for all four (or just Cashton) about what cuddles with them would be like, what’d they do, etc? Thanks!!
Rating : No smut
Ashton would love to cuddle you for a lot of reason! He’d love to cuddle you when you’d have had a bad day, he’d love to cuddle you when you’d have to exciting new, he’d love it also when he’d be coming back from tour or about to leave… Like, cuddles would be his answer to everything! He’d always have his head on top of yours, he’d rest his chin on the top of your head and he’d have his hands tightly wrapped around you and he’d make you speak to him… Like he’d just run his hand up and down your back and listen to you and he’d love the way your chest would vibrate against him and he’d smile and smile as you’d keep on telling him about your day or whatever and at some point you’d lift your head and look at him, because he’d have been so silent you wouldn’t know if he was sleeping or not and you’d see him smiling and suddenly you’d get all shy and nuzzle your face into him and he’d just cup your cheeks and softly kiss you
Okay so I feel like cuddles with Calum would be really overwhelming, like he would just completely engulf you in and not a single inch of your skin wouldn’t be covered with his. And I don’t feel like he’d really hold you tight, he’d just have his arms loosely wrapped around you and he would only tighten his hold if you were to leave, he just wouldn’t let you. And I don’t know I just feel like when he’d be in cuddle mood, he’d just be really cute, like he’d be clingy af and have his head in your neck and he’d even have his lips pressed against your skin, like he wouldn’t really kiss your neck, he’d just have his lips pressed against it. Sometimes he’d be totally silent and sometimes he’d tell you about his day, and he wouldn’t expect you to react or anything, he’d just tell you everything and then he’d let out a big sigh and you’d feel him smile and he’d finally relax… and if he ever got comfortable, he’d just shift and move and he’d take you with him like literally, it wouldn’t be up to you at all and sometimes he’d feel you staring and he’d just smile lazily and he’d just mutter “stop that” and bring a hand to your eyes.
So, I noticed something:
(I’m not sure if this theory is real, but after thinking about characters, I’ve noticed this little trend)
In the Warriors Series, you meet the three apprentices:
In the third series, three more apprentices are introduced:
You may not notice anything, but just the appearance of the three say a lot. Firepaw and Lionpaw are orange. Graypaw and Jaypaw are gray. And Ravenpaw and Hollypaw are black.
Also, Ravenpaw fled the clans to get away from Tigerclaw, causing him to not be as relevant to the story, as he was before. Then I noticed Hollypaw ALSO fled because of her fears. After killing Ashfur, she runs away in fear of what could happen to her.
I’m not sure if this is a legitimate connection or not, but it almost seems like the Erins recreated the first three, and dispersed of the black cats.
“(y/n)!” Brett yelled, forgetting about practise as he dropped his lacrosse stick and ran over to you. You’d gone over your ankle when running and now, you were gripping it in pain and biting your lip to not cry, “Are you okay?!”
It took everything to not break down so you just shook your head quickly. He could smell your panic and hear your heart rate quickening so he took your hand, focusing on taking some of the pain. You sighed in relief as a lot of the pain was taken from you, “T-Thank you.” You whispered shakily.
He scooped you into his arms, “Let’s get you to the hospital to get it checked out.”
Imagine ending up on a road trip with Derek and Peter, and you know they don’t like the idea of you being there, so you decide to annoy them by asking a multitude of questions and singing along to the radio.
——— Request for anon ———
“Please, just shut up already,” Derek groans as you sing the twelfth song in a row, reaching over to punch the radio off.
“Thank you,” Peter sighs, relishing in the silence that’s now enveloped the car. Little did he know, you had other tricks up your sleeves. In fact, now that you had two born werewolves somewhat trapped in the confines of this vehicle, you could ask any question you’d ever wanted and they couldn’t run away.
“So, I’ve always wondered this and never gotten the chance to ask,” you begin, leaning forward from the back seat as Derek glances at you in the rearview mirror.
“What now?” Peter tilts his head just enough to see you.
“Well, are werewolves like regular wolves in that there’s a mating season thing? Like do girl werewolves go into heat?” the car swerves at your question, Derek whipping back to look at you as Peter chokes in his laughter beside him. You just hold up your hands innocently at Derek’s accusing glare, “What? I’m just curious!”
again?” She asked disappointed. Her eyes were sad and her heart aching. This
was the fifth night in a row where he had to cancel their dinner plans.
“I’m so sorry, babe.
You know how important this is to me,” he said and felt how the guilt was
eating him up.
“It’s okay. I-I
understand,” she whispered, her eyes not meeting his, “I’ll just go to bed.
Goodnight, Harry,” she spoke in a voice so soft and so fragile that it made his
heart sink. He had hurt her; he had hurt her badly. All he wanted was to
embrace her, kiss her, make love to her and apologize for being the worst
boyfriend but instead he watched her disappear into their shared bedroom. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Y/N, babe. Can we please
talk for a minuet?” He asked, stepping into their bedroom.
She was sitting on her side of the bed, her back against him. She was wearing
one of his old t-shirts; it hung lose around her small, reaching down to her
mid thighs and her long and soft hair was in a ponytail.
“There’s really not
much to talk about, Harry,” she said, closing her eyes not wanting to cry in
front of him.
“Please, baby. I’m so
fucking sorry.” He stepped closer to the bed, her back still against him;
silence now filled the room.
“Babe, please. Just
talk to me.”
“What do you want me to
say, Harry? You keep cancelling all the time. It’s not me, it’s you.”
“I know, I know. I just
want you to talk to me, Y/N. I miss you,” he sighed, “Just tell me how I can fix this.”
“I shouldn’t be the one
to tell, Harry. But I’m tired. I’m so tired and hurt,” she whispered, “I know
how important this is to you, but I’m important too, okay. You can’t just
forget about me and leave me here, Harry. It doesn’t work like that.” She was
now facing him, tears rolling down her cheeks and it made his heart break. He
leaned over to reach her; he needed her in his arms. He needed to hold her, to
soothe her, to tell her that everything was going to be okay but when he
carefully touched her cheek to wipe away her tears, she flinched away.
“Don’t push me away,
love. Let me hold you. Let me make things up to you,” he pleaded, his voice
“I’m tired, Harry. Can
you please sleep on the couch tonight?” She sniffled.
“Y/N, please. Don’t do
this. We can fix this, okay? I’m so fucking sorry, babe,” he apologized, trying
to reach her again.
“Harry, don’t,” she spoke, her voice sounding small as she held up her hand as a sign for him to
“Please, do as I ask,”
she begged and looked up at him with such sad eyes.
“Okay. I guess I’ll be
in the living room if you need me,” he said in defeat and he grabbed his pillow
and his duvet and tucked it under his arm before leaning over to press a kiss
to her forehead.
Exo Reaction : Their Girlfriend Getting Her Wisdom Teeth Pulled Out
Thank you for the request ! (: I hope you meant like their reaction to the aftermath of it? Haha. I didn’t get my wisdom teeth out yet so I wasn’t sure what actually happens and I’m just going off of the videos online, I hope you enjoy it!
NONE of the gifs are mine
*Runs away as soon as he sees you about to stick your finger in your bloody mouth.”
*Laughs as you’re talking nonsense.*
“Right after you fall asleep he gives himself a pat on the back for dealing with you all day.”
*Every 5 minutes he asks you if you need something to help the pain*
*Gets grossed out when you try to speak (with all the blood and saliva in your mouth).*
*Takes videos of you while you’re on anesthetics so he can show fans.”
*You start randomly screaming because of the pain*
*Asks if you’re okay every time you groan in pain*
*This is the face he makes when you ask him to change your bloody gauze.*
*He’s grossed out with all the blood that's coming out of your mouth*
*Kisses your face when you complain about the pain*
“Well if you took the medication like the dentist said, you wouldn't be in as much pain.”
You wake up to feel a gentle hand brushing softly over your hair and down your back. You can’t help but smile to yourself, nuzzling closer to the warmth of the body beside you to hide your face. Luke hums at your movement, his hand not stopping its soothing movements. You nose the warmth of his neck while your hands find home against the span of his ribs. “Hi,” He whispers softly. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” You reply with a fond smile, lips brushing against the milky skin of Luke’s neck. Goose bumps arise on his skin as you run your finger tips down the length of his arm, before his fingers gets a gentle grip around your wrist, sliding down his palm until your hands were pressed against each other. “How long have you been up?”
“Not long,” He lies through a fake yawn. Truthfully, he’d been up since the sun just began peaking over the horizon, staring down at you in wonder as the light trickled over your skin. His entire body buzzed at the feeling of you pressed up against him for the first time in his bed. He imagined he’d never be able to fall asleep again under these sheets without the thought of you in his head. “Didn’t wanna wake you.”
“You should of-” You begin, tilting your head to look up at him. Your words catch in your throat when you find his eyes already on you, glinting in the pale morning light to shine the lightest shade of sky blue. He blinked slowly, sleepily, his eyelashes just touching his cheek before he was staring down at you again. The corner of his lips kinked up in a small smile as he lifted your hand against his. You watched his fingers straighten against yours, making your hand look so small against his large palm, before he slid his digits between yours. “-should’ve woken me.”
There’s a comfortable silence that falls over the bedroom as you use your free hand to write his name against his shoulder, your eyes following your movement. A long sigh falls from his lips and you look up to see him smiling fondly down at you again. “What?” You ask, feeling your cheeks heat up from his stare.
“I just… I can’t believe you’re here,” Luke admits, his warm breath hitting the top of your head as he noses into your hair. He’s embarrassed, lying here beneath you, baring his heart on his sleeve. He feels vulnerable, naked, almost, and waits for you to scoff or pull away like so many others have done in the past.
“Me too,” You say instead, kissing his chest right above his heartbeat, quick and uneven. Your fingers trail from his heart to his pulse beneath his jaw with a soft smile before whispering, “I can feel your heartbeat. It’s so fast, Luke.”
“It’s ‘cause of you,” He replies, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. His hand dives beneath your shirt to brush softly over the skin of your back. “I’m just- you have this effect on me.”
You hide your grin in the crook of his neck before reaching for his hand, lifting it to your neck so he could feel the way your heart fluttered in your chest. A soft wow fell off his tongue as he pressed his fingers beneath your jaw. “I could say the same,” You chuckle.
Luke’s hand tangles in your hand as he presses a firm kiss against your forehead. He’s soft, gentle, almost urethral in this white morning glow, without a care in the world to remove him from the warmth beneath the sheets with you. You could lie there forever with him, feeling each other’s quick heart beats, and every brush of skin speaking the words you didn’t have the courage to say. I’m falling for you.
Request: Can you do one where calums is both your sons (probs 6 or 7 years old) soccer coach as a hoby and he helps them at your guyss house aswell??
You watch as your two sons, Ross and Hayden, kick a ball about with their soccer coach, Calum. Normally, the boys would just train up at the club but Calum also runs these home training sessions, so you got involved with those too. You wanted your sons to excel in something they enjoyed doing, at least. But honestly, you just liked having Calum around.
It sounds stupid, but he’s kinda become like a father-figure to the boys, even if you’re not together. The boys’ dad left when Hayden was only two years old, so that’s about four years ago now. You don’t expect you and Calum to ever get together, though you do sort of have a ‘flirty’ friendship. The other mother’s are always telling you how you two have a ‘thing.’ But you couldn’t see Calum ever wanting to be involved with a woman with two kids aged six and seven years old.
“You’re doing really well Ross, looking like a promising striker I bet!” Calum cheers as Ross gets a goal in the net, past Hayden who is being goalkeeper.
“What? You mean like Messi?” Ross asks, excitedly.
Calum laughs, “Yeah. Just like Messi”
It’s things like that that make you like him. He humours them; is really good with them.
You look at your watch and realise that they’ve been going for two hours - an hour longer than the hour Calum scheduled for.
“Ooh” You say, jumping up, “Cal, you’ve been going for two hours. You were only scheduled for one”
Ross groans, “Aah mum, please let Calum stay a little longer!”
You laugh, “I never said he had to go sweetheart! He can stay for as long as he wants, if he’s not busy or got other plans with other people”
“Will you stay longer Calum? Please do, my mum doesn’t mind, she really, really likes you!” Ross begs
You and Calum both immediately blush, but Calum just smiles at him, “Can I have a toilet break first?”
Ross and Hayden nods as Calum makes his way to the bathroom. You follow him in but go to the kitchen to fill up all three of their water bottles with fresh water. Two minutes later, and Calum joins you.
“Hey, thanks, you didn’t need to do that” He smiles
“Well I was doing it for the boys so I thought I might as well do it for you too” You reply
“Hey, I’ve been err, wanting to ask you this for a while but was always too scared to…” Calum begins
“You know you can ask me anything, Calum” You say, obliviously.
“Well, err, I just wanted to ask you if I could take you out sometime, like on a date?” He asks
You blush, “Erm yeah, I’d like that. I mean I’d have to ask my parents if they could have the boys for the night, but I’m sure that would be fine”
“Of course. I, err, I understand that totally. Just send me a text when you’re free and then I’ll take you out, yeah?”
You nod, “Yeah, I will”
“Mummy, is Calum going to be your new boyfriend?” Ross asks as he stands in the doorway.
You blush some more, “Is someone being nosy?”
“Nope. No. Not at all. Me? I’m not nosy!” Ross chirps running back outside
Calum laughs, “They’re two funny kids you’ve got there (Y/N), I must admit!”
“Aah they’re funny alright. A handful at times too though” You giggle
Hood-Mills family fluff! Pleas me and thank you? :)
Movie night has become somewhat of a tradition in the Mills-Hood household. It’s the one night Regina doesn’t worry about the junk food being funneled into the younger half of her family, (well, perhaps not just the younger half if she’s honest, Robin is as gleeful as his son when presented with chocolate and Regina herself has been known to hog the popcorn bowl a time or two).
“It’s once every couple of weeks” he tells her, “It won’t hurt” then distracts her with a kiss until Henry walks into kitchen clearing his throat loudly.
This particular Saturday, Robin phones her as she’s putting cookies into the oven, voice apologetic. He’s running late from his errand at the camp, and Regina can hear his chagrin even over the phone line. She ignores the note of disappointment in her stomach, her favourite part of the night is curling into the warm line of him as they lie together in the sofa, Roland climbing monkey like to settle in on Henry’s lap in the chair next to them. Henry pretends to grumble, but always has his little brother’s Spiderman blanket waiting nonetheless.
She shakes off the feeling as foolishness, he’s late not dead, and tells him not to worry. When she hangs up the phone she sits quietly on her kitchen stool for a few minutes, a little deflated, and waits for the oven timer to sound.
It’s not until she’s removed the batch and set them to cool that something strikes her as wrong. Henry has reached the age when he’s genetically bonded to the slightest hint of food (Robin has once suggested, only half joking, that they should check him for magic for his ability to appear from his room on the other side of the house mere seconds after they’d opened any sort of snack container), and the smell of baking should have had Roland underfoot the moment the oven buzzed, trying to beg a too-hot treat like a big-eyed puppy.
And yet the house was quiet. Suspiciously quiet.
She takes a step out into the hallway; her uncertain call of “Boys?” met with a frantic shuffling from the living room and a muffled cry of “Hang on mom!”.
No, no, I think not.
Her strides lengthen, bare feet a muffled thump against the hardwood floors, only to be cut off by a fast exit from her destination by her eldest son, who quickly shuts the door behind him and gives her a wide smile that has her mom alarm clanging furiously in her ear.
“Henry Daniel Mills” she demands softly. Henry winces a little at the sound of his full name, before turned his smile back to its full wattage.
“There’s no need to panic, Roland just saw something on TV that he really wanted to try, so I’m helping him out”
“The last time you said that to me you’d burned my best pan making Roland boxed mac and cheese”
Henry has the grace to look embarrassed, but moves them quickly on. “It’s not like that this time, I swear,” he promises, but as she opens her mouth to get a real explanation they’re interrupted by a sharp rap of a little fist the other side of the door.
“It’s ready,” pipes Roland, obviously excited, “Make her close her eyes!”
She looks at Henry but he just shrugs, smiling more naturally now. Just following orders his pose tells her as he gestures to her face. She rolls her eyes first, but humors them. “Don’t worry,” Henry whispers “I’ll clean it up tomorrow”.
The door opens and she hears a stifled giggle; 5 year olds aren’t known for their poker faces. They each take one of her hands and lead her in to whatever it is they’ve done, and for a moment Regina is afraid to look.
“Surprise!” Roland yells, and she gives in, blinking in the dim lights. Her sofa cushions, and what looks like every spare sheet and blanket in the house, have been arranged to encompass the television and surrounding area.
“We made a fort!” he bursts out, unable to keep it in any longer, and beams up at her expectantly with a rocking bounce of his toes, waiting for her reaction. Her heart may be protected from magic, but other things can still pierce it and as used as she is to Roland’s little face she still melts a little.
“Yes you did! It’s wonderful dear” she replies, moving her hand from his to cup his little face. Henry gives a little squeeze to her other, don’t worry, I’ll take care of it it reminds her, and she flashes him a quick smile before allowing a now wriggling Roland to give her the tour. He pulls back the entrance sheet with a flourish, Henry holding it up for her as she crawls in.
To give them their dues, it’s actually very cosy in here, floor softened by the rug and pillows, lit with the twinkle of what she recognises as their Christmas tree lights. No wonder they asked her for cookies, it got her out of the way while Henry took a trip up to the attic.
As if reading her mind, Henry disappears for the kitchen (seriously, she was going to test him somehow) and Roland crawls in next to her. He burrows into her side, hands around her waist, and tells her that they made it big enough for everyone. She cuddles him to her and kisses his forehead, heart and eyes a little full. Henry returns with a plate to share and she loops her arm around him too, for all he’s practically the same size as her now.
Two hours later a contrite Robin arrives, holding a take-out box from Granny’s of her favourite pastries by way of apology, and that’ s how he finds them; a boy tucked either side of her, all asleep as the credits roll. Henry’s head has slipped to Regina’s shoulder and Roland is lying almost entirely over her, tiny arms curved possessively around her middle. He puts the box down and draws back the sheet a little more to take them in.
His little family.
Gently, he extracts Roland from his place to take him to bed. The movement wakes Henry, but only generates a mumble of protest from Regina as she curls up from the loss of warmth. He gives the teenager a wink and Henry moves carefully, working hard not to disturb his mother. Once freed, Henry heads for his own bed and Roland deposits Roland into his room, still securely dreaming. When Regina wakes the TV is off, and she’s tangled up with her husband in the softly lit cocoon of fabric. He’s gazing down at her, seemingly absorbed in her sleeping form, only to give her a slow, warm smile when she stirs.
“There you are” and he leans in to kiss her sweetly, remnants of sleep casting a hazy, dream like quality over them both. ‘You’re back’ she wants to say, but instead she holds on to the moment, drawing his body back down to meet hers for another embrace. His lips are warm, his hand threading through her hair to shape them closer. He rolls them carefully, lying down into floor to bring her over him, and releases her mouth to draw her head to his chest.
They lie there, content, sleep calling Regina back. Robin drags a comforting hand in a soothing circle of her back and the last thing she hears before closing her eyes again is the beat of his heart against her ear.