and now i am freaking out again

` ° * ✧ ° RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS PT 2.

❛ I wish that I could tell you. ❜
❛ You should have stayed. ❜
❛ Please don’t come looking for me. ❜
❛ Just get out of here. ❜
❛ I don’t know, I just don’t know. ❜
❛ Why did you come? ❜
❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜
❛ Can’t break something that was already broke. ❜
❛ Don’t fix something that isn’t broke. ❜
❛ Why can’t you just butt out?
❛ I don’t need your help. ❜
❛ I’m not here for you. ❜
❛ You’re never here for me when I need you. ❜
❛ Is that smell you? ❜
❛ Can you please just stop already. ❜
❛ I’m leaving you. ❜
❛ I just didn’t want you to come around. ❜
❛ Are you sure you’re okay alone? ❜
❛ No, no, no, no —- I just checked it last night. ❜
❛ Don’t worry, you’ll learn how to do it someday. ❜
❛ I think we are going to like each other a lot. ❜
❛ I just wanted to come and let you know. ❜
❛ So, what are you going to do, now that you know? ❜
❛ You have got to be fucking kidding me right now. ❜
❛ Do me a favor and shut up already. ❜
❛ Scratch the serial number off of it. ❜
❛ I’m not wearing a mask. ❜
❛ You act like it’s all my fault sometimes. ❜
❛ I’m here for your pity party. ❜
❛ You are in a lot of trouble, you know that right? ❜
❛ You aren’t allowed in here. ❜
❛ Who invited you? ❜
❛ You aren’t wanted around here anymore. Sorry. ❜
❛ I can’t keep covering for you. What’s going on? ❜
❛ Just tell me what’s wrong! Talk to me! ❜
❛ There’s so many things I would’ve done differently. ❜
❛ Stop crying about it and do something about it. ❜
❛ Stop looking for the things worth dying over and find the things worth living for. ❜
❛ So, prove them wrong. Thats the best way to do it. ❜
❛ Don’t need anyone who doesn’t need me. ❜
❛ Yeah, well, we all have our sob story so just save it. ❜
❛ Don’t cry over me or for me, I’m not worth it. ❜
❛ It isn’t cheating if you aren’t actually dating. ❜
❛ You know what? That’s a good idea. ❜
❛ You need to find someome better already. ❜
❛ I’m not listening to your bullshit right now. ❜
❛ Is that a freaking condom? ❜
❛ It smells like sour milk in here for crying out loud. ❜
❛ Am I really standing here witnessing this right now? ❜
❛ I’m not a bad influence if it’s always your ideas. ❜
❛ I never forced you to do anything. ❜
❛ Are you really walking out on me? ❜
❛ Come near me again and I’ll blow your head off. ❜
❛ Treat me like the princess that I am. ❜
❛ Just remember a lot of guys want what I’m letting you do right now. ❜
❛ How can you possibly be in love with two people at the same time? ❜
❛ Let’s just get out of here. ❜
❛ Shhh, I’m going to key his/her car. ❜
❛ There’s no one even here. ❜
❛ I’m just saying, it sounds like a bad idea. ❜
❛ Is that blood on your shirt? ❜
❛ Oh my God, are you bleeding?! ❜
❛ Jesus, don’t you ever get tired of doing that. ❜
❛ You know they throw people in Asylum’s for doing that. ❜
❛ You’re just looking for trouble, like always. ❜
❛ Enough is never enough for you. ❜
❛ I could never get tired of this. ❜
❛ You’re so jumpy lately. ❜
❛ I mean I feel bad but whatever. ❜
❛ I have a reputation to maintain unlike you. ❜
❛ Why are you staring at me? ❜
❛ Stop feeding into his/her bullshit! Wake up! ❜
❛ Are you on drugs or something? ❜
❛ You have lost your fucking mind, once and for all. ❜
❛ Yes, you summoned me. ❜
❛ I’m not here to help you. I’m here to watch you struggle. ❜
❛ Hey, cut it out already! I can hear the stupid TV. ❜
❛ Are you seriously asking me this right now? ❜
❛ Have you ever tried to count the stars? ❜
❛ I should kill you right now! ❜
❛ Don’t you dare walk away from me! ❜
❛ I know where you live! Don’t forget! ❜
❛ I just wanted to have a good time but no, you couldn’t let me, could you? ❜
❛ This friendship has officially sunk, hope you’re happy. ❜
❛ Are you satisfied now? You should be. This is what you wanted. ❜
❛ I don’t get everything that I want unlike you. ❜
❛ Must be nice to be that miserable all the time. ❜
❛ Happiness is the most temporary thing in life. ❜
❛ Everything happens for a reason, right? ❜
❛ You can call me at any hour. Always. ❜
❛ There’s nothing that I can’t do. ❜
❛ You’re like a forty year old, like an old soul or something. ❜
❛ Say it or I’ll cut your finger off. ❜
❛ I will stab you right in the eye if you look at me one more time. ❜
❛ Go ahead and look but don’t touch, unless you want a broken limb. ❜
❛ I’m actually a serial killer. I’m not joking. ❜
❛ You have such a morbid sense of humor. ❜
❛ This is our time, come on, let’s have our time. ❜
❛ Hey, want a hand with that? ❜
❛ I almost forgot what that felt like. ❜
❛ I just want to feel something. I don’t know what though. ❜
❛ I need your help with something. ❜
❛ I’m pissed off right now. ❜
❛ Don’t go breaking my heart. ❜
❛ Why do you build me and watch me fall? Is that fun for you? ❜
❛ Well, I’m used to it by now, so take your best shot. ❜
❛ I hate crying. It makes me mad. ❜
❛ I really don’t want to be seen with you right now. ❜
❛ Please, just don’t forget. Whatever you do. Don’t forget. ❜
❛ You can’t catch me though. ❜
❛ I know I said fucked up things and I’m sorry. ❜
❛ Look, I’m an asshole. I don’t mean be to be. ❜
❛ I’ll try not to be an asshole anymore. ❜
❛ Any pocket knives or anything? ❜
❛ Where’d you go? ❜
❛ I’m going to turn myself in. ❜
❛ Did you finish your cigarette yet? ❜
❛ You can turn around and face the other way. ❜
❛ It wasn’t worth it, was it? ❜
❛ I have no idea what you said. ❜
❛ Right now, you’re acting very weird. ❜
❛ I don’t even know what that statement means. ❜
Through the Years (Part 3)

Summary: Through mysterious circumstances, you find yourself exchanging letters with a man who lived 70 years in the past.

Word Count: 1,803

Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by yesbucky


2011

It was impossible, you knew that it was. There was absolutely no way that this letter really was from the date written on it. Yet again, it was yellowed and seemed to be crumbling. After all, it had supposedly existed for seventy years. Swallowing thickly, you began to read.


Dear Y/N,

My name is James Barnes. I am the new tenant in the apartment and would like to ask how you know about the fire that happened in the bedroom. It just happened a week ago and I was already living here. How did you know it was going to happen, that it was going to leave a large burn mark on the wall?

I’m not accusing you of anything, please don’t think I am. I am just curious.

Sincerely,

James.

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Pocket Mortys is devouring me, I need help. 

These are few of my favorite mort morts I have! Psychokinetic Morty freaked me out at first but now he’s my ultimate fave son. 

Also, I really wanted to put that collar on my Morty. Damn it. (keep morty away from me) 

Untitled wincest

Wincest, well, duh, it’s me. 

Sam kissed Dean for the first time when he was fourteen.

It’s ‘bout time you tried some beer, right kiddo? Dean had grinned as he’d put a sixpack on the table and flopped down onto the motel room’s couch. Two beers in, and Sam’s liquid courage had him crawling onto Dean’s lap, nuzzling against Dean’s warm throat, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his big brother. “Dean,” he’d mumbled, sheer want bleeding into his voice, and Dean had gone stiff with resistance beneath him.

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In the AM :: Im Jaebum

Hello friends! Mafia/gang au were always my favourite after watching KHR haha. So I finally gave a shot at it! I was really inspired by two amazing tumblr writers so I would like to thank them for motivating me to write after reading their work! A massive thank you to @narika-a who wrote a scenario with mafia GOT7, the plot of this fic is mainly developed from their scenario with Youngjae. And a special thank you to @jungk0oksthighs​ and their amazing mafia au fic giving me the final push to write this! I hope everyone enjoys it!

(Bless the soul who took this picture)

Word count: 28K (Mother of god)

Warning: coarse language, drunk people, smut, unprotected sex, violence, blood

Summary: Jaebum is one of the most notorious gang leaders in South Korea. He is merciless and brutal allowing him and his group, GOT7, to own most of Seoul. One day he goes after a young female who happened to be interfering with his business, who ultimately stole 40 grand from him. However, he got the wrong girl. She was nothing but a poor student who worked overtime at night to pay for her rent, and when she’s not busy with school or work her favourite pass time was to give Jaebum a never-ending headache. The girl didn’t steal 40 grand from him. She stole so much more, his heart.

Jaebum pov

I watch her through the tinted windows of my car before wandering to the red digital numbers glowing on the dashboard. It read exactly 2 AM on the dot. A small smirk stretches across my face as I watch her bend over to lock the front doors of the run down pub cueing me to proceed with the schedule. It was all perfectly timed, in exactly 5 minutes she will be in the optimal position. I slip out of the black Camaro closely following her in her haste footsteps as she made her way back to her dingy apartment. At exactly 5 minutes time she stood in front of the dark alley, wasting no time I lunged forward grabbing her by the back of her jacket’s collar and pulled her into the dead end. She opened her mouth to scream so I quickly shut her up by slamming her small frame into the graffiti covered brick wall. She lets out a small cry which was then quickly followed by soft sniffles. Her body quakes under my strong grip and I almost felt slightly bad, just almost.

“Stop crying!” I order turning her around to face her tear streaked face.

Her eyes were squeezed shut in utter terror.

“Yah look at me girly, that’s the least you could do after stealing over 40 grand from my business!”

To say I was taken aback was an understatement when she started to yell.

“I don’t know what you are talking about! I’m dirt broke! Why else do you think I am out this late working at a shitty run down pub in the fucking ghettos?! I already had a shit day with creeps like you trying to take me home so for gods sake just leave me alone!” She screams finally opening her eyes to reveal the warmest (e/c) hue I’ve ever seen.

I would be more appreciative of them if they weren’t full of rage and sending daggers into my soul. I shook my head to clear out the doubts that started to swim in my mind. My perfect plan was flawless to the second but a small detail may have been missed, I may have gotten the wrong girl? No impossible, she must be acting innocent.

“Don’t lie to me!” I yell out in frustration causing her frustration to skyrocket as well.

She flails her arms smacking me in the face causing my already boiling anger to overflow.

“Let go of me you freak! Do you think I would be out here in shit city at 2 AM if I stole 40k from you? No! I would be at home rolling in silk sheets in piles of money you idiot!”

Okay I’ll admit, even though she was infuriating seeing that she was so keen on lying I couldn’t help but find her charming, especially at the wild reasoning she spewed on about. I roll my eyes roughly turning her to face the wall once again.

“Alright, that was funny at first but now I’m done,” I sigh ripping her long wool jacket clean off her back.

The seams of her coat tore open with a satisfying pop along with the plain white t-shirt she wore underneath. I toss the torn fabric across the snow covered alleyway leaving her cold and vulnerable in the cold night air. Her fierce aura left her body as quick as it came as she started sobbing once more, hugging herself as she stood there hunched over with a thin ripped shirt. I could clearly see the cold winter air biting at her bare skin where goose bumps started to form, however I couldn’t seem to find the signature dragon tattoo that was supposed to litter the vast majority of her back. At that moment I knew I fucked up.

“Fuck…fuck I’m so sorry. I-I got the wrong person. Haha surprise?” I nervously grin finally letting her out of my iron grip that will probably cause bruises to bloom all over her body later from man handling her.

Her lips quiver as she spares me one final look with her large doe eyes before bursting out in tears and making a mad dash out of the alley.

“Hey!” I called out, it wasn’t supposed to sound so threatening but I guess being friendly and approachable was not my forte. At my voice she sped up, disappearing around the corner.

“Fuck!” I hiss under my breath, kicking her jacket out of the way to follow her.

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I cant stress enough how much i look forward to starting on T, and getting top surgery.

I cant wait to hear my voice crack for the first time.

I cant wait to start shaving

I cant wait to look down at my chest and be happy with what i see

I cant wait to pass as a male

I cant wait to get that jawline i hope i get

I cant wait to stop getting my period. (You have no idea how wrong it feels, every freaking month!)

I cant wait to be called a boy by everyone around me

I cant wait to be a proud trans boy, who isnt afraid.

I cant wait to people making fun of my voice cracking, even if im 21 when i start on T.

I cant wait to go topless at the beach, and no one staring at me weirdly.

I cant wait to be ‘one of the boys’

I cant wait to be able to go into the mens section in stores, and not get weird stares.

I cant wait to go into a mens bathroom, and no one looking at me weirdly.

I cant wait till i find a name that i think suits me, and then having people calling me that

I cant wait to teach people about lgbt+

I cant wait to meet other people like myself

I cant wait to hear somone call me their BOYfriend

I cant wait to be refferd to as a boy, even when im not around.

I cant wait to hear my mom and dad call me their son

I cant wait to tell my story to other trans people, and hearing other stories 

I cant wait to wear a dress, even after i have transitioned fully, and then rock it!

I cant wait to stop being scared

I cant wait to stop crying

I cant wait to stop hating my self

I cant wait to not feeling like this anymore

I cant wait to be happy with my self

I cant wait to be a better person

I cant wait to be more happy, so much more happy

I cant wait to get the people out of my life who arent okay with me being trans

I cant wait to set and X with male on tests

I cant wait to start growing a beard

I cant wait to then shaving it off

I cant wait to when people dont have to be scared to come out as trans, or anything else

I cant wait to all parents are accepting and supportive of their kids

I cant wait to all people re accepting and supportive of their friends and family.

I cant wait to being trans isn’t something you should hide, becouse you are scared of others reactions.


I know i can do many of these things already when i havnt gotten the surgery nor started on T. But when i do get the surgery, and start on T, i know im gonna be much more confedint. Im gonna move away from where i am now, and start again, as the boy i truly am, and not someone i pretend to be.

I am so lucky that i have suportive parents and suportive friends, and im so happy. I am so freaking lucky to have them, even though im not fully out at all to everyone i know, just this little start means so much. And i cant imagine how it would be for somone without the suport. So please, if you know somone who is trans, agender, bigender, or something else, pleasure suport them. They might ask you to use a diffrent pronounce, or name, and if they do that, please use the name/pronounce they want, it means so much. And even if its a bit hard for you to remmber it, please try your best, and if you use the wrong name/pronounce, just quickly change it and move on, no need to make a big deal out of it. But just things as that can help so much, it can really mean a lot.

Being trans isnt always easy, some people have it worse than others.But i know just the smallest things, can make someone that much happier. 

I my self is a 17 year old trans guy, i havnt always known that, but im glad i have figured it out. There are still a lot of things i dont know yet about my self, But for now, i know im a trans guy, i am pansexual, though leaning towards guys, so i would say im quite gay. 

People figure out who they are at diffrent times, some when they are young, others when they are older. ANd that is okay, you should never force anything, and you dont have to label yourself, some people like labels, others dont. Just do what you feel comfortable doing, and dont judge others for doing the same thing.

I know i dont have a big following, and most of my folowers are porn blogs, but i just really nedded to say these things, and i will probrly reblog this post later, and probrbly also write one more or two. Happines is something that comes and goes, right now im okay, but i know that i will meet people who wont agree with who i am, and tell me that who i am is wrong, and tell me all kind of negative things, and i know i will cry, a lot more, happy tears and sad tears, beauce there is gonna be hard times and good times, and that is never gonna change, i hope it will though.

Anyways, im Ollie for the time being, a little gay trans guy just passing by. My inbox is always open, and i would love to talk to people, and learn about their experiences. 

I hope you have a great day

11/10 believable Bahamas theory

So, the idea is that Dan wanted to return to England while Phil would stay on his family’s vacation. But Dan for some reason accidentally bought a ticket to the Bahamas and flew there (that’s a very Dan thing to do). He’d posted the proof that the expiration date was 3 days so after that time he returned to Florida. When he got there, having nowhere to stay, the Lesters invited him to stay at their house so he decided to do it and go back with Phil.

It would make sense since Phil was meant to stay in Florida anyway so their videos have already been prerecorded and that’s also a reason why Dan had uploaded only one video (okay, let’s be real, there wouldn’t have been more video even if he had returned).

And that’s my totally believable prediction of how Dan got to spend his first vacation with Phil’s family.

Suits

Pairing: peter x reader

Request by anon: Request please :) Coming over to give peter a piece of your mind for missing a date, you end up waiting so long you fall asleep. When he gets home he takes his suit off throwing it at you because he didnt realize you were there. (Hope this makes sense)

A/N: I really hope this is what you had in mind. Thank you for requesting, enjoy! x

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You sighed as you checked your phone, again. You were suppose to have a date with your boyfriend Peter Parker. You had made plans for dinner, but Peter hadn’t shown up. You checked your messages, but there was nothing from Peter. He was already an hour late, so you figured he wouldn’t come anymore. You stood up and left the little restaurant you were waiting at. Since Peter’s apartment wasn’t that far, you decided to pay Peter a visit. It happened more and more often that Peter bailed on you and it made you think he didn’t like you anymore. It was either that, or there was something going on with him. You were one hundred percent sure Peter wasn’t cheating. He would never treat you like that.

A few minutes later you arrived at Peter’s apartment. May opened the door and smiled.

‘Y/N! Come in,’ she said.

‘Thank you,’ you smiled as you entered the apartment.

‘You look very beautiful,’ May complimented you on your looks.

You looked down on the cute dress you were wearing. ‘Thanks,’ you sighed. ‘Peter and I were suppose to go on a date, but he forgot, I guess.’

May shook her head. ‘Well, he is in his room. In case you want to, you know, beat him up or something,’ she send you a wink.

You let out a laugh and nodded, ‘I will,’ you said and walked towards Peter’s room. You softly knocked before entering, only to find a completely empty room. Where the hell did he go? He definitely sneaked out, otherwise May wouldn’t think he’s be here. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell her Peter was gone, so you let yourself fall on his bed, waiting for the boy to return.

After an hour or so, you felt your eyes starting to get tired. You put your phone away and planted yourself on Peter’s bed once again.

‘Just five minutes,’ you said to yourself.

You closed your eyes and you slowly fell asleep.


Peter opened his window as quiet as possible. It was already dark outside, since it got pretty late. May already went  to bed , so he had to be careful. After the boy was inside, he started to take his suit of. That was easier said than done, because it was completely drenched with water. Chasing two robbers down the river seemed like a good plan. Oh, well, he had caught them, so it was fine.

After finally getting rid of his suit, he threw it across to room, onto his bed, not noticing the girl who was asleep on it.

You were woken by a wet piece of clothing which was thrown onto your face.

‘What the hell,’ you muttered as you immediately sat straight up and grabbed the wet thing. Your eyes went wide when you saw what it was.

The Spider-Man suit.

You looked up and saw Peter standing in the middle of the room, with a horrified look on his face, the mask still in his hands.

Your mouth fell open as you looked at the suit and back at Peter again.

‘Peter, you’re-’ you slowly began.

‘I-I uh, I c-can explain,’ Peter stuttered.

You just stared at him, processing what just happened, everything was coming together. So this was the reason why he kept bailing on you.

You stood up and walked over to your boyfriend, who looked absolutely terrified. You took a deep breath and looked into his gorgeous brown eyes. You handed his suit to him and smiled.

‘You know, I was gonna rant about how you missed our date. Again. But I think you have a pretty good excuse.’

Peter was quiet for a moment.

‘So you’re not gonna freak out?’

‘Oh, believe me, I am freaking out right now,’ you told him.

‘I am sorry,’ Peter spoke as he grabbed your hand. ‘For not telling you, and not showing up.’

You sighed, ‘I understand, Pete. I just thought you didn’t like me anymore, or that you found me boring or something.’

Peter’s eyes went wide, ‘Y/N, you are the most wonderful and beautiful person in this earth. I don’t know what I would do without you.’

Peter opened his arms and pulled you into his warm embrace. ‘I am so, so sorry, Y/N,’ he whispered.

You put your arms around his as he held you close. You felt this weight falling of your shoulders.  You looked up at him and smiled. Your heart filled with happiness as he looked down at you. You boyfriend was a superhero. How amazing is that?

Peter slowly leaned in and you closed your eyes as you felt his soft lips on yours. You smiled into the kiss and pulled him even closer.

‘I love you,’ you whispered against his lips.

Peter smiled as he pulled away. He planted a kiss on top of your head, not daring to let go of you.

‘I love you too.’

‘Pete?’

‘Yeah?’

You looked him seriously in the eyes.

‘I would appreciate it if you didn’t throw your suit into my face next time.

Peter chuckled as he pecked your lips once more.

‘I won’t throw my suit into your face anymore.’

anonymous asked:

Could you do a nsfw headcannon with Peter struggling to control his strength with MJ (michelle) when getting busy. Like I feel like no one is acknowledging the fact that Peter is hella strong and it's probably really hard for him not to accidentally break 'normal' people haha. especially when primal raging sex hormones are involved haha

these are just a couple headcanonns because im short on time atm!! but if you want a full oneshot as well i’d be glad to write one because omfg i love this (slightly nsfw)

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(Spoilers for GotG 2)

Actual headcanon that Mantis, empath that she is, never knew the emotion „love“, outside of the sexual one, for herself before she met the Guardians. The glimpses and pieces she got of that feeling, just enough to recognize it from Peter when she first touched him, were probably things she picked up when feeling other’s emotions, not her own.

Mantis doesn’t know love herself.

Remember – Ego doesn’t do love. He literally murdered the one and only woman and being that he ever had feelings for, and that very well could have been even before Mantis came onto his planet.

(Onto him? Since he’s the planet? … you know what, let’s carry on.)

Ego wouldn’t love Mantis. Not as a child, a friend, family. He doesn’t do that, selfish emotionless jackass that he is. And before that, Mantis had lived as an orphan – it’s not like she had someone to love or someone who loved her. And it’s very unlikely that she would love Ego, he gives her zero reason for that, zero warmth, and treats her as a servant the whole time.

So when Mantis stays with the Guardians, settling into a new life with them (a rather exciting life, after being isolated on Ego’s planet for so long – a life full of adventure and fun and bickering and care and weirdness) she will, for the first time in her life, feel what it means to love someone and be loved.

I just have this picture of… Mantis touching one of the Guardians and / or suddenly recognizing what she herself feels for them – recognizing that one emotion she had never known herself before – and just… bursting into tears of amazement and happiness.

And everyone around her just freaks out because she started crying out of nowhere, while the group of friends-family-idiots was arguing once again, and a flurry of hasty movements breaks out around her.

“MANTIS?!”

“What happened?!”

“I am Groot?!”

“Mantis, you okay?”

“I’m… I’m alright…!”

“Uh, you know, I really want to believe that, but… you’re crying?!”

“See what you’ve done now, you jackasses, now Bug is crying!”

“Yeah, as if you didn’t do anything, you trashpanda.”

“I am Groot.”

“Which side are you even on, you twig?!”

“Errr, guys, per’aps we shoulda help Mantis first…”

“Mantis? You have to tell us what is wrong.”

And Mantis just hiccups through laughter and tears and tries to stave off the hands reaching for her – if she touches them now and feels their care and worry, she might just cry even more – and assures them that she’s alright and okay.

They don’t believe her, Groot trying multiple times to climb on her shoulder, Rocket mumbling something about being sorry for yelling, Kraglin offering to get her a blanket and Peter pushing the Zune onto her to help her calm down, Gamora holding everyone at bay before they squash the girl and Drax…

 

Well, Drax, surprisingly enough, seems to be the one who gets it first, understanding dawning on his expression as he smiles crookedly at her.

And for once, Mantis manages a real smile back at him.

Love is really a wonderful thing.

Imagine Chris fulfilling his promise.

A/N: Yes, got this finished before I head out for the day. Thank God the time zones mess with my sleep schedule, right? 😂 This is a request from @ateliefloresdaprimavera. I hope you like it, love. I did, it’s honestly so cute. ❤️ And I love Mckenna, she’s really a doll. I can’t wait to watch ‘Gifted’, I’m going to sob like a baby.

Chris’ head titled as he watched you with a smile on his lips; he still couldn’t believe that he finally got to meet you in person. You’d both been in attendance of the same award shows and parties before, but he’d never gotten to chance to cross paths with you. It wasn’t until the 89th annual Oscars, at the Vanity Fair after party, that he finally caught you. You were talking to Octavia Spencer, who was a dear enough friend to Chris for him to butt into the conversation and introduce himself to you. The second your hands touch, Octavia excused herself. The look of adoration in Chris’ eyes did not go unnoticed, by you or Octavia. You were a fan of Chris’ so you’d heard him talk about how much he liked you on his interviews which was incredibly flattering, and as for Octavia- Chris had told her numerous time that he’d kill for a chance to speak with you; she wanted to get out of there before he killed her.

“You’re staring again,” you said and chuckled when Chris darted his gaze away. “I’m teasing,” you laughed and placed a hand on Chris’. “You’re fine. I like it when you stare, it’s very flattering.” He smiled and turned his hand palm up, entwining his fingers with yours. “So this is Chris Evans flirting, huh?”

“Actually,” he chuckled. “This is Chris Evans trying very hard not to freak out.” You smiled, brushing your thumb over his hand. “I’m so honored to be in your company, like you have no idea how happy I am right now.” You felt yourself blush. “You’re just such an amazing person, Y/N. This is the first time I’ve officially met you and I can say without a doubt that I’m in-love with you already.”

“Okay,” you chuckled, “I’m not that amazing.”

“I’d beg to differ,” he smiled. “You are that amazing.”

“You just met me, Chris. Are you seriously that sure about me already?” You quizzed and he nodded, smiling. “Oh please,” you giggled. “You think you know me, but you just know the person I portray when I’m in public. When you take me out on that date, you’re going to realize that I’m not all that and you’re going to get over this little crush you have on me.”

“That’s not going to happen,” he shook his head, chuckling. “Because sweetheart,” he pulled your hand to his lips and mumbled into your skin, “I’m going to marry you one day.” You laughed and nodded mockingly. “Just you wait and see,” he winked.
• • • • • • • •
You sat backstage with Lisa and Mckenna’s mom at the Ellen show where Chris and McKenna were being interviewed for their upcoming movie, ‘Gifted’. You smiled as you watched your husband through the TV, enjoying his interaction with Mckenna as you subconsciously smoothed your hand over your small baby bump. He was just going to be the greatest father when your child came along and you couldn’t wait until your little one arrived.

“Was it fun working with this guy here?”

“Yes,” Mckenna looked over at Chris, smiling. “We were always singing and dancing and he’s so nice. He has such a kind heart. He’s always doing charity and…” She trailed off, giving Chris time to respond to her sweetness.

“I pay her,” Chris chuckled, waving it off though he thought it was a huge deal that Mckenna liked him so much. It gave him a glimpse of the life he was about to have with you, hoping his own child would adore him as much as his on screen one did. “It’s not a big deal.”

“You know what’s a big deal though,” Ellen began, smiling because she too was incredibly happy for you and Chris. “You’re going to be a dad soon,” she said. Immediately Chris smiled and Mckenna clapped, bouncing excitedly in her seat. “Your lovely wife, Y/N, who is someone I absolutely adore.” Chris nodded, his smile growing wider with each second. “She’s how many weeks now?”

“She’s about fourteen weeks, so um- we’ve still got a while to go before the baby comes,” Chris answered. “We’re very excited, yeah. It’s been a long time coming, I’ve been waiting for this moment for what seems like forever.”

“Yeah,” Ellen chuckled. “I think she said the last time she was on the show- I believe it was your second wedding anniversary?” She quizzed and Chris nodded. “She said that you actually told her you were going to marry her the night you met her.”

“Uh…” Chris chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I did.” He nodded and the audience clapped. “Um- She’s just one of those amazing people that you have a small window of opportunity with, y'know? I’ve been waiting for a chance to speak with her for so long that when I finally got it, I knew I wasn’t going to let it get away. She’s the one,” he shrugged, smiling. “Um-” He glanced over his shoulder when the audience clapped; Ellen had put photos of the two of you up on the screen. “Yeah, she’s beautiful and perfect and- I’m just the luckiest man on the planet.”

“Awwww,” Mckenna cooed, making Chris laugh. “That’s so sweet! You see what I mean? He has such a kind heart! He’s such a nice person, Ellen,” she told Ellen who nodded in agreement. “I just think he’s going to be the best dad and Y/N is going to be the best mom. They’re so lovely and I really like them together.”

“Aw,” Chris laughed, wrapping an arm around Mckenna, “you’re such a sweetheart. Y/N and I love her, we’ve told her parents numerous times that we’d gladly take her in if ever something happened to them.” Everyone laughed; you looked over at Mckenna’s mom, smiling, and she chuckled. “I just hope that my child loves me as much as this one.”

“Oh, of course!” Mckenna looked shocked that Chris would even say that. “Chris, you’re going to be so amazing as a dad and your baby is going to love you so much.” Chris smiled. “Trust me, you’re so much fun. There’s no way that your baby is going to love you any less than I do.”

“I agree,” Ellen nodded. “Both you and Y/N are going to be amazing parents. I wish you all the best and I urge everyone to watch ‘Gifted’ which comes out on 12th of April! The movie is absolutely amazing, the two leads are just so incredibly talented.” Chris and Mckenna smiled at each other before turning to the audience. “Chris Evans and Mckenna Grace, everyone!”
• • • • • • • •
“Hey you,” you smiled at Chris when he entered the green room with Mckenna by his side; she ran over to her mom to talk about how well she did. Chris, on the other hand, smiled and walked over to you, pulling you to your feet to hug you. “You did so good, baby. The tap dancing was top-notch,” you teased and he chuckled.

“Thank you for marrying me,” he whispered into your hair after pressing a kiss to your head. “I don’t know where my life would be if you didn’t say yes. I definitely wouldn’t be as happy as I am now, and-” he pulled away to place his hand on your bump. “I wouldn’t be a father.”

“You’re going to be an amazing father,” you smiled and placed your hand over his. “And I believe I’m the one who should say thank you. We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, Chris. So thank you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands landed on your waist. “Thank you for fulfilling your promise to marry me one day.”

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Viktor’s Love

Ok I have to get to work so this is gonna be rushed af and incoherent and all but like can we just take a moment because

Like Yuuri being precious smol innocent sinamon roll as always, just happy to finally stand by everyone and share food and drinks and all, ever so grateful that he’s come this far, and met the love of his life in the process, which he couldn’t even get the nerve to talk to before. But we now know that’s not true because he basically declared his love via interpretive dance. Exhibit A:

LOOK. AT. THEIR. FACES. 

Ok so it goes without saying that this is where Viktor fell in love. He’s just like omg this quiet meek guy is not what he seems like at all and by god just marry me already. And THEN, this darling little Katsudon goes on, after they’ve already parted, goes on to perform Viktor’s very own Stay Close to Me:

WHICH I’M PRETTY SURE VIKTOR INTERPRETED AS SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF: I haven’t forgotten; please come back to me, please be my coach. Look how well I skated this piece, just for you. This is me proving I’m worthy to skate with you as my coach.

Which leads me to this. Viktor’s priceless reaction:

Because like, ok. Imagine being Viktor. You share this amazing night with this guy and you fall in love at first dance basically, and it’s just so so great because again look at how much FUN they’re having together and the way they’re smiling at each other and it’s like Viktor says in this episode, love and life were something he’d ignored for far too long. But here comes Yuuri to change all that. 

And now imagine, showing up at that hot spring. Like tada here I am! Aren’t you glad! And Yuuri freaking the fuck out. And Viktor thinking how endearing that is because aw he’s shy. 

Aw he’s embarrassed from everything that happened when they were drunk

Aw he just needs to open up his walls and he’ll be the same guy he met on that night. 

If you ask me I think this explains Viktor’s boldness throughout the series. Because it’s like he’s been in love all. this. time. and he’s just going around assuming Yuuri is the same way. The whole ‘let’s sleep together’ and ‘be my boyfriend’ and ‘tell me all about yourself’ at the beginning isn’t just Viktor being a cocky bastard. It’s Viktor being in love. In complete and absolute love. 

And it sort of explains the whole Eros thing too. Because it’s not just on a random whim or even the fact that Viktor wants Yuuri to step out of his comfort zone. It’s because he KNOWS he’s more than capable, because he’s SEEN it before. 

Which he follows with something along the lines of ‘you’ll show it to me soon, won’t you?’ 

Which basically now I’m gonna interpret as Viktor trying to get Yuuri to understand that what he did on that night was a hell of a lot more seductive than Yuuri himself might even realize, and if he can control that, then it’ll be the hook line sinker that’ll get him to finals. 

Also a bit of revenge since, I’m assuming this was probably the first time Viktor was ever caught off guard. I mean seeing Yuuri doing things like that was probably enough to catch anyone off guard. And so maybe this whole time Viktor was just trying to get even, trying to prove that he could seduce Yuuri just as much as Yuuri had seduced him (and not exactly in the sultry way).

And I just. I’m so happy. 

Please excuse my rambles. I’ll try to edit this after I get home.

anonymous asked:

Man I would fucking LOVE to get a scene where Kara finds out why exactly Maggie doesn't like V-Day. Because I know for a fact that if Kara knew, she would have been so supportive and so comforting and would have /helped/ Maggie deal with her trauma and would not have said what she said. (Also I feel like the writers just started a whole new show with different characters but the same names and faces after 2x09.)

She tells her that she should think about Alex.

She tells her that she needs to remember how much Alex cares for her, how much Alex deserves what she never had.

And she’s not wrong: Alex does deserve beautiful things.

But so does Maggie: so does Maggie, and Kara doesn’t understand – not at first – because Kara is projecting, and Kara is pained.

But she is also, still, Kara.

So she sees the pain flashing behind Maggie’s eyes, and she sees the fear laying in wait there.

She knows that kind of pain, that kind of fear.

Well, not exactly.

But it looks awfully similar to the ghosts in her eyes that stared back at her in the mirror when she first got to earth – when she’d lost everything – and after the Black Mercy, when she’d been forced to lose everything again; and after Astra; and after, just, god, everything.

Kara knows ghosts, and Kara squints at Maggie, because there’s something more than irritation at corporate holidays haunting her eyes.

“Maggie, what is it?” she asks, when she’s about to leave, when she’s about to fly away on her own to deal with the crisis she’s not ready to let anyone help her with yet. She asks, because it looks an awful lot like Maggie is having a crisis she doesn’t want anyone to help her with, too. And she looks like she probably does it a lot.

Something Kara is deeply familiar with.

Maggie doesn’t answer for a moment. She seems startled by the question, startled by the idea that someone would notice, that someone would care to ask.

“Nothing, Kara, it – like I said, I just wanted to apologize, that’s all.”

Kara squints at her and takes a long, deep breath. Maggie looks away first, and that’s how Kara knows for certain that she’s right; that something is very, very wrong.

“Maggie, Alex didn’t tell me what happened, but I… do you want to tell me what happened? Maybe I can help.”

Maggie stares for an incredulous moment, and she pffts – she must be getting it from Alex, Kara thinks vaguely – and she crosses her arms over her chest.

“It’s nothing, it’s whatever, Kara, just – just let Alex know I’m looking for her, will you please?”

She starts to walk away, and Kara stills her with a gentle but firm hand hovering just over her elbow, not quite touching her, because Maggie is tense and Maggie is scared and Maggie might not want unexpected touch right now.

“Maggie, my planet died. My people. I know something about that look on your face. That… losing everything face. What happened?”

Her voice is soft and her voice is low, and Maggie’s heart threatens to burst because she’s always wondered what it’s like to have a sister who loves her like this.

“I lied to your sister.”

Kara bristles and Maggie shakes her head and chuckles, just a bit.

“No need to break out the heat vision, Little Danvers, not like that. I… I told her my parents were cool about me coming out.”

She swallows and glances at Kara’s ocean eyes and forces herself to continue, forces herself to talk to Alex’s kid sister, because Alex’s kid sister isn’t exactly a kid, and she looks like she needs to focus on something other than her own worries right now, anyway.

“They weren’t. Okay with it. I was outed. I was fourteen. My dad kicked me out. My aunt took me in. It was… it was Valentine’s Day, when it happened. Why it happened.”

“Oh, Maggie,” Kara whispers, and her hands hover out to her sides, and Maggie nods almost imperceptibly, and Kara brings them gently to touch Maggie’s arms.

“And Alex didn’t know, and she tried to do a Valentine’s thing for you, and it sparked…”

“Memories, right.”

Kara’s eyes are swimming with tears now, but Maggie can’t see because Maggie is looking anywhere but at Kara.

“Maggie, it’s not Alex’s fault, I… I encouraged her, I asked her what you like, and I told her to make a custom-made Maggie Sawyer Valentine’s Day, so that maybe you could like it again, but Maggie, I didn’t know, I… I didn’t really hear you, Alex didn’t really hear you, and I… I am so sorry…”

It’s that acknowledgment, that insight, that makes Maggie force her eyes up to Kara’s again.

“I freaked out, Little Danvers. What if she’s angry, what if she doesn’t want me anymore, what if… what if I’m too… messed up for her?”

To Maggie surprise, Kara smiles softly, and she runs a gentle finger through Maggie’s long hair.

“Maggie, my sister… my sister is wild about you. My sister has never… I don’t think she’s ever really been in love, Maggie, but with you, I… Maggie, she doesn’t care so much about you because of who she thinks you are. She’s not dating only part of you. She’s dating all of you. She wants to be dating all of you, she wants to know all of you. I know we don’t know each other that well yet, but I know Alex, better than anyone, and Alex lo… Alex really cares about you, Maggie. Deeply. She’s not going to run because you have ghosts in your past. So does she. Maybe your ghosts can comfort each other, you know?”

Maggie is swallowing the painful lump in her throat and she’s forcing tears back into her eyes and she’s tilting her head and clenching her jaw and breathing slow, slow, slow.

“You’re amazing, Kara.”

“So are you, Maggie.”

“I… I want to do something for Alex. I… she deserves… hell, we both deserve… the things we never got. I… I have an idea, but… do you think you could get J’onn and James and Winn to help me?”

Kara’s all smiles, now, and Maggie can’t help but smile, too, because damn, the Danvers sisters have the most infectious joy.

“What do you need them to do?”

“Well, for starters, I’m gonna need Winn to whip up a dress…”

Warped || Peter Parker x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: Yes, the ask is open :D I really love your stories! Can I please request a kinda angsty Story where the Reader gets kidnapped and Peter tries to rescue her - but while being tortured she discovers some kind of super power and got free and Peter finds her and comforts her about it? I hope that’s okay! Thank you and have a nice day :3.]]

ahhh I know I’ve been posting so much in the peter parker x reader tags, but like, I have so many requests that i gotta get through because I’m a sucker for pain (lmao I’m kidding, I actually adore writing a lot and don’t mind it)

in fact, I just now opened up requests for stories featuring young!sirius and young!remus 。゚(TヮT)゚。this was done to actually spread out my peter parker updates a little bit by writing for these two new characters to keep me occupied.

so please, send in all of your requests! Writing is actually very therapeutic for me so I don’t mind being flooded with so many requests

and here’s the tentative schedule for what I plan to do:

present day: peter parker x reader ((requests))

the next day: remus and/or sirius ((requested stories OR my own personal stories))

the day after: remus and/or sirius ((requested stories OR my own personal stories))

and the whole cycle will repeat itself as I manage this blog TTwTT. So without anymore stalling, lets delve into WARPED!!

warnings: torture, descriptions of inflicting pain. If this triggers you, then please don’t read this.

tags: {anonymous}

{[request status: open}}

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story! Reblogs are fine!

{…}

It was still broad daylight when you escaped from the confines of Midtown, your eyes watering slightly as the sun beamed down at your (color) eyes.

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The Hamilton people as things I have heard my teachers say
  • <p> <b>Hamilton:</b> Well if you write about the drama here you would never run out of things to write<p/><b>Laurens:</b> There is always that one white dude who messes things up<p/><b>Hercules:</b> No you will die and I will get in trouble if I see you. So I shall now look away so please do not die.<p/><b>Lafayette:</b> This once I shall speak English so everyone understands because it's very important<p/><b>Washington:</b> You have to at least pretend to be listening to what I say<p/><b>Eliza:</b> You can't just freak out when you don't get something. Just calm down and we'll try again<p/><b>Angelica:</b> I'm not done talking so why are you talking<p/><b>Peggy:</b> You do realize you are in a classroom and I am in here. Right.<p/><b>Maria:</b> Please just do this one thing. Then you can forget it ever happened.<p/><b>Burr:</b> I have many regrets. But this idea is definitely on the top 5.<p/></p>
A Deal With The Devil (Darkiplier)

Requested? Nope, this is my first one shot from this tumblr account so I don’t think I’ll be getting requests for a while, I do accept them though!!

Fandom: Teamiplier (Mark)

Prompt / Summary: “We can’t go in there…” (prompt)

Pairing: Darkiplier x Reader

Warnings: None that I know of??

“Guys,” I start, hearing my voice waver and give up how nervous I truly was. “We can’t go in there… It’s dangerous. I mean, we’ve all heard the legends. That place is haunted.” I try to persuade. All I get in return is a chorus of loud and obnoxious laughter.

“C’mon, Y/N, we’ve already made it this far! We might as well just go in and see what the place looks like. Besides, you said it yourself, the stories are just legends! There isn’t any real harm.” My friend tries to talk to me. I sigh and look over the place again, the old asylum has been abandoned for many years. It hasn’t been used since the 1960’s and the only sign of humans being here in the last couple decades is all the graffiti covering the outer walls. The place has supposedly been haunted by an evil spirit since it shut down. My friends decided it would be fun to go, considering none of them believe in ghosts and all just wanted to find a new place to get high without being caught. I cross my arms defiantly and shake my head. Another friend sighs before snatching my car keys out of my hand and throwing them over the fence. I gasp and scream out a small ‘no!’ but it’s too late, the keys are on the other side and all of my friends are moving forward to cross over the fence.

“Now you have to at least cross over the fence. And what’s the point of crossing over but not going in? Come on, live a little!”

With a dramatic sigh, I shake my head and cross the fence. Well, I’m here now, might as well take a look around.

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Father Johnny

Request: youve done boyfriend!johnny & husband!johnny now get ready for, daddy!johnny (dADDY AS IN FATHER NOT THE KINK)

A/N: this got me emo and this is so long im - i hope you enjoy reading this ;-;

  • this is my first time writing this so im sorry if it’s real bad
  • smdmdm thank you so much reading my boyfriend & husband! johnny
  • he’s gonna be a father here im-
  • ;-;
  • okay let’s go

  • so you and johnny hadn’t really planned on having a child or thought about it seriously yet

  • but y'all still did it anyway without protection becayse y'all didn’t see the need to
  • and both of you thought there was only a small risk of you getting pregnant
  • until one day you woke up feeling nauseous and you threw up right on the bed
  • and for some reason your head was hurting really bad
  • worried johnny rushed into the room immediately after he heard your coughs,
  • and his shocked expression, looking at the mess you made almost left you in tears
  • but he still cleaned it up and asked you to rest on the couch, while he poured a warm glass of water to you
  • another wave hit you and you were sent to the bathroom, your head above the toilet bowl and vomiting once again
  • johnny’s arms was wrapped around yours tightly and you just fell on his chest, the nausea still there
  • “babe do you want to go to the doctor’s”
  • “no it’s okay, i’ll be fine soon”
  • “are you sure? i can drive you there right now”
  • “no it’s really okay”
  • “please rest well today, i’ll stay home with you”
  • it got better when afternoon came
  • and you thought you were feeling better already, so you assured johnny and asked him to go to work the next day
  • but then again, the first thing you did when you woke up was head to the bathroom, vomiting again
  • by this time johnny’s hair is in a mess, as he frantically thinks of how to help you and what to do
  • and you just sit on the floor hopelessly bawling your eyes out for no reason
  • blame the hormones
  • johnny’s cleaning you up again and assuring you that everything’s going to be fine
  • third morning and the same cycle happens again
  • but this time round you hide in the bathroom alone, and it hit you that you were two weeks late for your period
  • and for the past two weeks you had been having crazy moodswings
  • and you remembered how your small “make out session” with johnny turned into a whole night of making love™ just one month ago
  • you were certain that you were pregnant, but you didn’t want to have false hopes
  • and at the same time, give johnny a false alarm so you kept your thoughts to yourself
  • and your thoughts were interrupted by johnny’s knocking on the door
  • “babe please open the door, we need to go see a doctor right now”
  • “i can’t bear to see you suffer like this every morning”
  • “baby please, are you still vomiting? do you need me to come in?”
  • and when you open the door, you just hug and he softens, his hand playing with your hair
  • “i’ll just head to the nearest pharmacy to get some medicine later”
  • “let me do it”
  • and you got all flustered because you were planning on getting a kit on the way too
  • “no it’s okay, i’ll go myself”
  • “babe you need your rest”
  • “oh- i… let’s just call taeyong to get it for us, he’s supposed to visit today anyways right??”
  • “oh yeah, i’ll call him”
  • “let me do it!”
  • and when you call taeyong to ask him and tell him, he freaks out and you can almost hear him crying
  • “WHAT?!? YOU’RE PREGNANT- JOHNNY’S GONNA BE A DAD WOW IM- SO HAPPY”
  • “taeyong i need to confirm that so can you please keep this a secret for now”
  • “WOW IM- I AM SO HAPPY”
  • “taeyong… so are you getting it for me or not”
  • “OH- UH- yes okay i will, be there in 5”
  • a moment later taeyong arrives and he manages to slip the kit into your hands
  • and he gives you the proudest & emotional smile ever
  • clueless johnny didn’t suspect anything -  next thing you know you’re in the bathroom again, the thin stick between your fingers, too afraid to look
  • so you take a deep breath and finally looks at it
  • and you scream so loudly when you see two lines, johnny comes running into the bathroom again
  • and he tears up instantly when he sees the kit
  • both of you are so happy y'all actually spend the rest of the day cuddling and probably crying
  • quoted from taeyong, “he’s so happy he called all of us instantly and this was the happiest he has ever been, congrats y/n”
  • skipping the pregnancy period because it’s gonna take super long so request if you want to read this part!
  • fast forward to nine months later,
  • you were just folding your laundry, listening to some classical music
  • johnny has his hands on your big bump, a proud and warm smile on his face
  • “aw she’s kicking”
  • “someone’s impatient”
  • but a sharp pain suddenly hits you and your expression falls
  • johnny instantly realises and he carries you bridal style into the car
  • the pain is so excruciating you’re already in tears
  • johnny has on hand on the steering wheel, the other is clenching your hand tightly
  • “hang in there baby”
  • “you can do this”
  • minutes seem like hours in the hospital and your contractions are only getting worst
  • doctor predicts that baby would be born in a few hours
  • johnny’s so nervous he barely even talks, his hand just holding onto yours
  • but when you catch eye contact with him, he gives you smile and leans down to give you a small peck on your lips
  • “everything will go fine”
  • two hours later everything’s done, and as soon the doctors bring baby Ella (don’t ask me idk smsmd) into the hospital room,
  • you and johnny tear up again as she has eyes and nose that resembles johnny’s
  • her lips form a small little pout as she moves slightly at your touch,
  • and johnny reaches out his finger towards her, her tiny hand wrapping around it
  • johnny leans down to peck her forehead and you see a smile you hadn’t seen on him before, and it melts your heart
  • okay but really clueless at first and has no idea what to do
  • always waits for your instructions and listens to what you ask him to do
  • “what do you need me to do?”
  • “babe go change her diaper”
  • “how many scoops do i put into this?”
  • “two is enough”
  • “babe do you think a pink or purple skirt would fit her today”
  • “hmm purple”
  • “okay hehe, my beautiful princess Ella”
  • the other members all come to visit once in a while and they all squeal over your baby girl and loves playing with her
  • and johnny always has that proud and fatherly look and smile on his face that simply says
  • “yes that’s my child”
  • becomes the softest person in front of your daughter
  • loves playing cook and role playing with her a lot
  • “daddy’s the king today, what does he need to do?”
  • “go kiss mommy the queen!!”
  • “okay my princess”
  • and he comes out to you and gives you the longest peck ever
  • his arms wrapped around your waist,
  • “i love you my queen”
  • and your child comes running up to the both of you, hugging both your legs and giggling
  • johnny picks her up with his long arms and gives her a small peck too
  • probably also buys her what she wants and won’t hesitate at all
  • a toy that costs more than 70bucks?
  • johnny wouldn’t even look at the price and just get it because it can make his daughter happy and that is what matters most to him
  • but you nagged at him for it, but his usual affection and cuddles made you forgive him
  • loves kisses from her!!
  • always giggles to himself and becomes a small child again when she pecks his cheek
  • haechan: “this is the only time i get to see hyung so giggly wow”
  • gives her a big and warm hug every morning
  • “good morning my princess, did you sleep well?”
  • “yes hehe”
  • “that’s great, let’s go wake mommy up now”
  • “she’s just as beautiful as you”
  • but as much as he shows affection to your child, he doesn’t forget to show it to you too
  • warm back hugs and long kisses every morning is his way of showing his never ending love for you
  • and he doesn’t forget to make breakfast for you every day

  • “don’t you think she’s just adorable? just like her mother”

  • “oh god, thank you for blessing me with two of the most beautiful angels in the world”
  • still the sweet husband he was before,
  • probably even sweeter now
  • and he puts both your priorities above his own all the time
  • loves bringing you both to small cafes and restaurants
  • but also loves spending quality time together at home, just cuddling together on the bed
  • but as soon as your daughter sleeps, he’d lean over and kiss you
  • “thank you for everything and i love you”
Waiting- Sherlock x reader

Originally posted by silent-micka

This is one of the longest one shots ever. i hope you enjoy!

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Five Hours

It’s been five hours, and Sherlock Holmes couldn’t keep still. He couldn’t quite fathom how men can just sit around and pray for the best while their significant other is giving birth. Anything could happen in there, she could–
Sherlock closes his eyes, trying not to think of anything that could potentially set him off. He takes a breath and starts pacing again. The only thing that calmed him slightly is the fact that a doctor came out with a few broken fingers, apparently she held onto his hand a little too tightly.
“Maybe it would be better if you sit down Sherlock.” John says, trying to get his best friend to calm down. He knows what it’s like to feel this way, he was in his place not too long ago with Mary. “I’m Fine.” Sherlock quips, not bothering to even glance John’s way, in his nervous state the man would snap at air if it passed by too harshly.
“She’s going to be fine Dear.” Mrs. Hudson says, smiling kindly at him. “I’m afraid it’ll be no use trying to reassure him Mrs. Hudson, he wouldn’t  sit until it’s over.” Mycroft comments, looking up from his cell phone to stare at his brother, who so far hadn’t even acknowledge them being there.
Everyone had come by when they got the news, Molly was here a moment ago, but she had to get back to work. Mary’s busy with Rosie and couldn’t come, but she’s been phoning every hour to keep posted. Lestrade stood, leaning against the wall, nervously biting his fingernails. Sherlock could imagine how wrecked the man must be feeling, that is his niece, who’s giving birth to his child, things can go both ways.
Sherlock sits down, tapping his foot against the floor, and decides to block out his nerves and reminiscence.

Nine months ago.

It was early, really early. The sun was coming over the skyline, and Sherlock was stepping back into 221B. He had just finished a tough case, he left Y/n asleep and hoped that his coming back didn’t wake her. He walks into his flat, the only light coming from the rising sun, he walks quietly to his room only to find the bed empty and the sheets askew. “Y/n?” he calls, slightly panicked at the thought that something may have happened while he was out.
“Yeah?” her muffled reply comes from the closed bathroom door,
she sounded odd, her voice was quieter than normal, and Sherlock could hear the tremble behind it. “Are you alright?” he knocks lightly on the door, moving back when the toilet flushes and the door opens, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” she mutters, waving him off. She had just woken up Sherlock notices, her hair was a matted mess and she was still pretty much asleep. So Sherlock guides her back into the bedroom, chuckling when she plants face first into the mattress.
Hours later, Sherlock woke up to yet again an empty bed and Y/n’s hushed voice coming from the living room. He slowly tumbles out of bed, following the sound of her voice, she stood by the window, her back to him and her phone pressed to her ear.
“No. I’m freaking out here. Mary, what am I supposed to do about this now?” The h/c girl questions, she goes silent as Mary replies and groans, running a hand through her hair, “Mary. I need help with this.”
“Need help with what?”
Y/n jumps, spinning around to face her boyfriend who was standing at the door, eyeing her curiously looking half asleep. “Oh. We need milk.” she lies, hoping that in his sleepy state he wouldn’t see through it. She turns again, speaking into her phone, “Mary, I’ll call you back.” before tossing the thing carelessly to the chair. Sherlock shrugs, the lie not registering in his mind, his brain still foggy with sleep. “I’ll go get some.” She says quickly, grabbing her phone from the chair, and her coat. Kissing Sherlock’s cheek, “Back in a bit.” Sherlock pouts at the girl’s retreating form before walking to the kitchen and opening the refrigerator. A full carton of milk was staring back at him, they have milk, why lie to get out?
What is she hiding?
                        ________

“Y/n?”
“Hmm?”
The girl sat in Sherlock’s arm chair, her back against the left arm and her legs over the right. A plate of Ginger nut cookies balanced on her stomach and a glass of milk on the ground. What puzzled the detective, is the fact that she doesn’t eat Ginger nut cookies, she doesn’t like them. “You’re eating Ginger nut,” he states, turning to face her from where he stood by the window. She looks at the half eaten cookie in her hand and then to him, “Yeah.. And?”
Sherlock raises his eyebrow, “You don’t.” Y/n smiles lightly, shrugging her shoulders, “I don’t know, I just felt like eating them, they’re not quite bad actually.” She says. Sherlock looks at her for a moment, brushing it off as one of her cravings, she usually has them when she’s on her monthlies. But, even then. It’s never Ginger nut.
                        _______

Y/n sits in the bathroom, clutching the pregnancy test in her hand. She had taken it again, just to be sure, even though all the signs are there, she wanted to be absolutely positive before she blurts it out to Sherlock. “I’m going to tell him tonight, But I want to ease it in first. Don’t wanna startle him.” she says into the phone, hearing Mary’s laugh she smiles, “He’d be startled either way. I’m surprised he hasn’t figured it out yet.” Honestly, Mary is the best person to talk to about this, she is a mother and she had been through this before, so no better person to tell. She told John as well, and he informed her on what to eat and what not to eat, and all other important stuff she should take note of.
“You know he can’t read me that well, it’s a blessing really.” She chuckles, placing the test on the edge of the sink. Leaving the bathroom and into the quiet flat, Sherlock went to the Yard to talk to Greg about something or another. And Y/n took that as a great opportunity to get things done, and one of those things: Home cooked meal.
Something she’s sure Sherlock hasn’t had in a good while. Because one, the little shit says that digestion slows him down and refuses to eat days at a time. Sometimes I could just strangle that man. Y/n thinks, setting up the dining table, nothing like home cooked pasta right?
Sherlock steps through the door, sighing heavily, and Y/n smiles at him, “Was it that bad?”
“Yes. Mr. Summers died of a poison that his wife administrated by putting it in his tea….” Sherlock trails of, watching the girl walk back and forth between the kitchen and the living room. “You cooked.” he states, So that’s what I smelled.
Y/n smiles at him, standing by the table, “Yup,”
After eating, Sherlock and Y/n were sitting on the couch, watching the telly, everything was fine, until Sherlock decided he wanted to use the bathroom.
Oh Gosh! I left the test there!
Before Y/n could begin to panic Sherlock was already up and closing the bathroom door. Well there goes easing it in.
Sherlock comes back out almost immediately, staring at her wide-eyed, not only looking at her confused but he also looks scared.
“I didn’t notice….” he mumbles while Y/n chuckles nervously, wringing the end of her jumper in her hand, “That you’re..” Sherlock trails off, going through all the things he noticed but refused to acknowledge. “Oh.”
“I was going to tell you… eventually.” Y/n says as Sherlock slowly walk to her, sitting down slowly as of he was in a daze. He blinks rapidly before turning to face her, “I am… going to be a father?”
“Yes.”
Sherlock was scared, okay, that was an understatement. The man was down right terrified, What is he supposed to do? What do they do? Because this is his responsibility as much as hers. One, Sherlock doesn’t think he could do this. Two, Lestrade is going to kill him, and he’d have his spirit solving his murder.
But on top of all of that, he is happy, actually, really excited. He’s going to be a father.
Y/n looks at Sherlock as he just stares blankly at the floor, “Sherlock.”
I knew he’d be shocked, I didn’t think his brain would shut down on him.
“Hey. You in there?” Y/n calls, Sherlock blinks again before looking at her, his eyes calm now. “I’m alright….” he pulls her into a hug without another word, and Y/n breathes in his familiar scent of mint and nicotine. “Are you sure you want this? It’s fine if you don’t.” She mumbles against his neck, and he pulls away, looking at her, his dark eyebrows furrowed.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because you’re Sherlock Holmes and you don’t know how to deal with this.” She whispers and Sherlock smiles slightly, “I’m willing to try.”

                        _______

It’s been Nine months, and Y/n is expecting her baby soon, and she was spending the night with Mary. John and Sherlock were out on a case, and it left the girls time to catch up.
Mary had just left to see about Rosie and Y/n was in the kitchen, making tea when it happened. A clench in her stomach and liquid running down her legs.
“Oh God. Mary!”
                     
                    _______

“Don’t worry, they’ll both be fine.” John reassures, putting a hand on Sherlock’s shoulder. As he continues to tap his foot, Mycroft purses his lips at his brother, about to say something when a nurse walks over to them. “Um, Sherlock Holmes?” she calls and Sherlock stands, the nurse smiles at him, “Congratulations, Mr. Holmes, it’s a boy.”
He follows the nurse down the hall, Mycroft a few steps behind. “She’ll be resting now,” the nurse says, stopping in front of a door, opening it. Sherlock walks in, Y/n was in fact sleeping, The nurse leaves them to it. Mycroft stands by the door and quietly clears his throat, handing Sherlock a medium sized box he didn’t even notice he had. Chocolates, he presumes, since Y/n likes them so much.
“Congratulations little brother, I’ll be in touch.” Mycroft says, smiling at Sherlock, “As always brother dear.” Sherlock replies, Mycroft smiles again, turning on his heel to leave, “Do give my love to Y/n when she wakes.” he says over his shoulder.
Greg comes up the hall, telling Sherlock that he has an emergency at the Yard that he needs to attend to immediately, and to call him when Y/n wakes up. Sherlock closes the door behind him, walking to the visitor chair, sitting down. After placing the box of chocolates down, he takes her hand in his. Looking at her sleeping face, ever so peaceful, despite the pain she went through. Curiously, Sherlock picks up the box of chocolates again, opting to take a peak, just to see if Mycroft brought her favorite.
“Don’t you dare eat that. I’ll castrate you.” A quiet voice warns, Y/N was looking at him through one eye, and Sherlock smiles. “Always a threat love.” he chuckles. She smiles tiredly, her thumb running over his knuckles. “Only because I want to kill you. I am never doing that again.” she laughs, a small knock on the door and the nurse that lead Sherlock to the room comes in with a small bundle in her arms. She smiles, carefully handing the baby to his mother, “I feel like I have to say congratulations every time, he’s adorable.” the nurse gushes, smiling again.
Y/n chuckles, looking down at her son wrapped up in soft blue blankets. The nurse quietly leaves, and Sherlock smiles, “He’s perfect.” he says tearfully, “I’m going to name him William, after his father.” Y/n says, smiling at Sherlock and he smiles back, gently squeezing her hand in his.
By the door, John smiles, there’s only a few times he’s gotten to see Sherlock genuinely happy. But, this is way pass the word.

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