and so begins the best month ever

Baby Girl

Request: bringing home newborn baby girl, cute cuddly daddy Bill ensues. Hope you like it! 💙

Bill’s got a particular way with children; they just naturally flock to him. You’re not sure whether it’s because he’s been around children for most of his life, but he exudes this natural ability to be at ease around them and they absolutely love it.
So when you took that pregnancy test nine months ago (almost to the day) and a miniscule pink plus sign appeared amidst the sea of white, you honestly didn’t think you’d ever seen Bill happier. He peered down at that little window for what felt like hours, and when he lifted his green eyes to yours, they were glistening brightly. “It’s going to be a boy.” He had murmured excitedly.
“You don’t know that for sure, my love.” You were about to home a person in your belly for the next nine and a half months, and the only thing you cared about was that it was healthy. Over the course of those months, Bill was the absolute best partner you could have ever asked for. Late night stops at the local grocery store for soda crackers and habanjero jelly, and even later nights running you scalding bubble baths at three in the morning. You had decided at the beginning not to know the gender of the baby, though Bill had held fast to the idea that there would be yet another heir to the Skarsgård throne.
So it comes as a complete surprise to you both that when 5:47 am rolls around on September 24th, you have the most beautiful baby girl wedged within your grasp. A full head of bright blonde hair and the most beautiful hazel eyes. At five pounds six ounces, Bill is completely and totally head over heels for her. “You did so, so amazing baby.” He murmurs, pressing his lips gently to your forehead.
Stepping into your home later that evening, with the baby carrier wedged in one hand, and Bill’s much larger hand closed around yours, you’re quite sure you’ve never felt happier. Bill disappears for a few minutes and when he comes back, it’s to tell you that there’s a candlelit bath waiting for you and to head straight to bed when you’re finished. You’re really in no position to argue so you plant a kiss to his cheek and make off in the direction of the washroom.
When you emerge from your bedroom six hours later, it’s to the sound of complete and total silence. You pad your way through the house, stopping in the doorway of your baby daughters room. The lights are soft, a playlist of classical music plays quietly in the background and in the corner of the room, Bill sits fast asleep in the wooden rocking chair. Curled up sleeping, in the crook of his neck is your twentyfour hour old baby girl. He’s obviously dressed her for the day; she wears a pink satin headband around her head and a light pink snuggly. Wide open on his lap sits his favourite book as a child. He must have been in the middle of reading it to her when he fell asleep. You’re sure it didn’t take much longer for her to drop off either. You’re about to leave the room to let them be but Bill suddenly stirs and opens his eyes. It takes a moment to remember where he is and when he does he just closes his eyes and grins from ear to ear. He makes a move to get up with her. “Don’t move babe she’s sleeping!” You whisper.
“I have to pee!” Bill whispers back. You watch tentatively as Bill slowly tries to lift her off of his shoulder, being as careful as possible not to wake her. He’s halfway to the wooden cradle when she opens her eyes, is silent for half a beat and then starts screaming. He brings her back to his shoulder and places a large hand over her back, rubbing it soothingly. “Shhh baby girl. It’s okay. It’s alright.” She cries a few seconds longer and you watch, transfixed, as she completely settles down again, cooing softly into his shoulder. “See?” Bill winks, turning to you. “I’m a natural.”

Living In A Fantasy (Land)

Chris Evans x Reader

Summary : you and two friends win a trip to Disneyland, with Chris Evans himself!

Song : Heart by Sleeping At Last

Warning : language and lots of flirting lol.

A/N : okay, I am in love with this. I hope you are too! Please let me know what you think!

The room lit up almost immediately, once the sun peaked through the blinds.

It woke you up before your phone could.

A smile formed on your lips and you couldn’t help but feel the excitement grow inside of you. Today, you were going to Disneyland, one of which is your favorites, and you were going with none other than Chris Evans.

You could remember the phone call you received when you found out, and the letter from Chris himself, along with some Minnie ears.

This was a crazy dream come true and you couldn’t believe it was happening to you. Of all the people that entered the contest, you won.

Which was a first for you. You were never the one to win anything. Not even at birthday parties.

You were so excited for months, and it is finally here.

Jumping out of bed, you basically ran to the bathroom to begin the day by doing your hair. You want to look good but didn’t want to seem as if you were trying too hard.

The sound of the water woke your best friend up from her slumber.

She made her way to the bathroom, almost as excited as you were.

“Good morning sunshine.” She said, slightly yawning.

You flashed a soft smile at her, almost wincing. “Did I wake you up?” You asked.

She nodded and shrugged.

“Yea but it’s cool. You have ever right to be excited!” She said. “We are about to meet Chris freaking Evans!”

For a moment, you both squealed. Freaking out together and waking up your other friend, Betty.

“Seriously?” She groaned, definitely not a morning person.

“Oh come on! You should be excited!” Rashelle, your best friend exclaimed.

“I am, it’s just too early to be that excited.” Betty lightly chuckled.

After a while, all three of you started getting ready. With music blasting and laughter filling the air, it felt almost too perfect.

Once you finished your hair and makeup, you changed into the outfit you had picked out since you found out you won the contest.

You decided on your favorite grey Mickey Mouse shirt, with light blue high waisted shorts, along with your MU hat you bought two years ago.

It was cute and comfortable which you loved.

Before you knew it, your phone went off. Catching your attention.

It was from the number that called you when you found out you won. So you weren’t hesitant to answer this time.

“Hi!” You said a bit too excited.

“Good morning Y/N.”

Suddenly, your stomach felt like it were in knots. The second you heard the voice, you knew who it was.

“H-hi.” You forced out.

You heard a little chuckle coming from his end of the phone.

Your furrowed your brows, glancing at your friends who were mouthing the words ‘what’ and ‘you okay?’

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Mhm–yep.” You said, hesitantly. Hoping you wouldn’t sound too nervous.

“Awesome! Well, Come down to the lobby! Your ride has arrived!”

And just like that, you felt your heart begin to beat rapidly. You were about to meet the actor you had loved for so many years.

“O-Okay!” You said, your lips curving more and more.

“See you soon.”

The phone hung up and you were brought back to reality. Looking at your friends who were worried.

“You okay?” Betty asked.

“Yeah, you look sick.” Rashelle added.

You nodded, pulling your small Minnie Mouse back pack on and also placed your Minnie ears on your head.

“Yea–yea.” You said. “I just talked to Chris Evans.”

The girls shared a glance before looking at you with wide eyes.

“Oh my god! What did he say?!”

You flashed a smirk, and slipped your phone into your pocket.

“He’s waiting downstairs. So we have to go!” You said, voice slightly raising from the excitement.

Once you and the girls left the room, neither of you could contain your squeals. Which was fine, you all wanted to get it out before you met Chris.

The elevator ride wasn’t long and before you knew it, you were in the lobby.

You could feel as if your stomach was doing flips and your palms were clammy.

It was hard not to be nervous.

The car was outside in the front, with a driver smiling, and holding a sign with your name written out.

“Ms. Y/L/N?” He said.

You nodded, and smiled. “That’s me.”

The driver opened the door for you and helped you and your friends get in.

When you noticed it was empty inside, you felt your heart sink just a bit. Chris was nowhere to be found.

“I thought you said he was here?” Betty asked.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I thought he was.”

Before the door closed, the driver began talking to someone who was behind the car.

“That was fast!” He said.

“Right? I thought it’d take me a lot longer than that!”

There it was, the sound of his voice which caused your heart to pound profusely all over again.

Your body stiffened and before you knew it, your eyes met.

“Hey!” He said with a cheeky grin.

The very second he saw you, he was taken aback. You were beautiful, and mesmerizing. And he knew he wanted to know you more than before.

You almost forgot how to breathe, trying hard not to get lost in his alluring blue eyes.

“H-Hi.” You forced out.

Chris climbed into the car, sliding next to you which made you feel even more nervous.

“I got you this.” He pulled out a small box of donuts, handing them toward you.

“Thank you, I’m starving!” You said, picking one.

Chris chuckled, gazing right at you, until Betty cleared her throat. Snapping you both back into reality.

“And I have some for you girls as well.” He smiled.

“Thanks!” Rashelle smiled.

“Yea–thank you!”

“Well then, are we ready to go?” He asked.

You nodded, looking at the girls who agreed with you as well.

“Sweet! Then off to Disneyland we go!” He chuckled.

The ride to Disneyland wasn’t too long but it gave you all a chance to talk for a bit. Talked about Disney and his role as Steve Rogers.

It was nice and actually getting to talk to him, you got to see how down to earth he really was. And it was like a breath of fresh air.

In this small time of talking to him, you couldn’t help but fall for him even more.

“We’re here!” He said, rubbing his hands together before clapping once.

His smile expressed how excited he was. Which was the same way you felt. Not only were you with your favorite actor, you were at your favorite place in the world.

The car stopped in the front, and the drive opened the door for you. But chris spring out and sprinted to your side.

“I got it from here, thanks Ralph.”

He looked down at you, flashing a soft smile with his hand out.

You placed your hand in his, and immediately felt a shiver ripple up your spine. Creating something to ignite, not only in you, but in Chris as well.

It was like a spark flickering within.

“Holy crap, I can’t believe we’re here!” Rashelle exclaimed, snapping you out of your daze.

She and Betty came out the other side of the car.

Chris waved at Ralph before he drove off, leaving you at the park. It all felt like a dream, you had to pinch yourself.

“Alright, what ride should we get on first?” Betty asked.

“Space mountain!” Both you and Chris spewed, which caused you to glance at each other and chuckle. “Damn, do you want to think about it first?” Betty teased.

As all four of you started for the entrance of the park, the feeling of excitement grew stronger. This was more than just a place for fun. It was somewhere you felt safe and felt like you could be yourself. It was like a second home. Disney had been such a big part of your life, so with that, you couldn’t help but feel whole.

Chris noticed the way your smile grew when you gazed around. He saw the little gleam in your eyes and somehow, he was hooked in that moment.

“And so it begins!” Rashelle said.

anonymous asked:

ok this is something I've been thinking of for a while, Ron always felt like he was overlooked compared to his siblings and Harry. But he's the only one in the family to have his friends over the summer, which is a huge deal when you think how poor they are.

I’ve never thought of it this way, but it’s so true. 

He knows by the time he’s twelve that his parents work their asses off to put food on the table for him and his siblings, and it’s so hard for him to get up the courage to ask. He’s a Gryffindor, though, and his best friend needs him. 

Molly answers his quiet question with, of course you can bring him, dear, do you want to invite him for August? and grips his shoulder lovingly. He feels, for a wild second, so special, only the second of his brothers ever to bring someone home.

Ron leaves knowing that her brain must be whirring with how she’s going to provide for another child for an entire month, and feels a little guilty about it. The bars on Harry’s window, though, and the look on Harry’s face when Molly immediately begins to feed him and ask after his wellbeing, make it worth it, though. 

Niall Smut// One and Only

onedirection6 asked: Could you do a Niall imagine where you are staying at his parents’ house with your child but Maura offers to look after her for the night and things get a bit cheeky between the two of you and then the next morning they are all teasing you about it xx


“Thank you for having us over for the weekend, Maura,” you smiled. “We, especially Jessie, were so excited to come over. Niall was really missing his family, and Jessie loves it here. I wouldn’t be surprised if she picks up an Irish accent when she begins talking.”

Jessie was barely six months old, but she knew when she was her grandparents’ house. She loved them to pieces.

“Probably because we spoil her rotten, but I can’t help it,” Maura cooed, “She’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

To you and Niall, Jessie was the cutest and the best thing to ever happen to you both. At the same time, nothing was the same after her birth. Your schedules seemed to become more hectic, and when you were home together, you were both exhausted and taking care of Jessie.

“I love Jessie, but I don’t even remember the last time Niall and I had some alone time,” you admitted. “I don’t even remember the last time we had a night that wasn’t diaper or worked filled. I really miss our time together, y’know?”

“I know what you mean, but you both seem to be handling it well. But you know you always have me and Bobby, Greg and Denise. You know we can always take care of Jess,” she reminded you. “Besides, if I can take care of Niall, who wasn’t even potty trained until he was almost four,” she laughed.

“Haha, mum,” Niall half-heartedly chuckled. You laughed yourself as Niall sat down in the seat next to you. “I didn’t see the need to use the bathroom if a diaper did all the work, but you won’t think that will you?” Niall asked, talking to Jessie. “She literally just took the biggest shit I’ve ever seen.”

“Well she seems to be very good at that,” you chuckled. The moment you said that Jessie’s face began to get hot and her face began to pucker. She started to wail and flare her arms while in Niall’s arms. 

“Oh, what’s wrong, Jess?” Niall asked. “Y/N, when was the last time you fed her?”

“It was half an hour ago, she can’t be hungry already. Sometimes she has gas after being changed,” you told him.

“I know, and I made sure she was all out of gas before we came downstairs. Maybe she’s too hot,” Niall said, taking off her little jacket and placing it on the table. “It that better?” Jessie only cried louder in Niall’s arms in response. “Okay, maybe your mum should hold you for awhile.”

He handed Jessie to you. You held her to your chest and rocked her in your arms, but her cries did not stop.

“Are you sure that you fed her?” 

“Yes, Niall, I remember a person sucking on my nipple.”

“Yeah, but is she receiving anything?”

“Niall, why don’t you try and feed her from your breast and tell me how it goes,” 

“Let me see her,” Maura finally said, reaching out her arms across the table. You handed Jessie to her grandmother. Maura took off Jessie’s shoes and socks and cradled her so she had access to her own toes. She slowed her crying as she began to play with the digits on her feet. You and Niall said there relieved and amazed.

“She just needed a little distraction. Babies her age just need distractions,” she smiled. “But I know you guys are staying here tonight, and Bobby is going to be home soon, so don’t you guys go upstairs for the night and relax. Jess can stay in our room tonight.”

“Oh, mum, you don’t have to–”

“No, I want to. Just get some rest and enjoy each other’s company. We’ve got her,” she told you both. “And your brother and Denise are coming in the morning so we can go to the fair in town tomorrow with Theo.”

You nodded and thanked her. You both kissed Jessie good night before retreating upstairs to Niall’s old room. Nothing about it had changed that much. They upgraded the bed so you both could stay in there. Niall bought himself a TV to put in his own room when was 18 so he could watch it when he came to visit.

“Maybe we can finally relax, watch a movie,” you suggested as you slid off your shoes and fell onto the bed. “I left a couple of bottles for Jessie in the fridge, so we can have a beer and some popcorn.”

Niall smiled and passed you a remote, “You find a movie and I’ll get the stuff.” 

The end credits of the movie rolled as you adjusted your position on the bed. Your head laid on his bare chest, and you held the popcorn bowl in your hands. 

“Y’know, right now, one of us would have been coming home from work probably exhausted. Jessie would have worn one of us out and would be asleep,” Niall said, playing with the loose hairs that didn’t make it to your ponytail. “We would sleep peacefully until Jessie would start crying for a reason beyond me, and we would wake up again.”

“And then I would wake up even though I would tell you that it was your turn,” you chuckled. 

“Okay, okay, but I was thinking if you didn’t have anything to do tonight, maybe you might want to do me,” Niall mumbled under his breath, his hand running over your exposed thigh. 

“Niall, your parents are down the hall with our daughter. We’re in your old room; it’s just weird,” you chuckled, placing your hand your his and sitting up.

“Come on,” he groaned, pulling you closer to him. Your face was close enough to his for your noses to touch yours. “If it makes you feel any better, my parents are heavy sleepers down the hall. They’ll wake up if Jess cries, but they can’t hear us. I promise you.”

Your lips touched his softly before removing them, “Can you tell me something first?” He quickly nodded. “How many girls have you had in this room?”

“How many girls have I had sex with in this room or have been up here?” he asked for clarity.

“How many girls have you had sex with in your room?” you clarified, running your hand down his chest. 

“Hm, I think — no, I know that you would be the first and only girl that I’ve fucked in this room, babe. ” he assured. He attached his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking below your ear. You let out a soft groan and sighed. He pulled you closer. Your bare leg rubbed against his, closing the gap completely between you two. “Oh, I’m sorry; you never said if you still wanted to—”

You cut him off by placing your lips on his firmly. It didn’t take at all for Niall to fully respond. He used his right hand to hitch your leg over his hip before turning you over. He rubbed your thigh tenderly. Your hand traveled and played with the small brown hairs on the back of his neck. Your hand moved from the nape of his neck to jawline where he hadn’t shaved in a couple weeks, but you never minded.

“We’ll keep quiet, okay?” you told him, removing your own top for him. 

He placed both of his hands on your breast, gently squeezing them, “You’re telling me like I’m usually the issue,” he challenged. “Where were we when our hotel neighbors called the front desk for a noise complaint? New York, wasn’t it?”

You smirked, “I don’t recall. Do you mind reminding me?” 

He licked his lips before taking your right breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking over your nipple while his other hand showed attention to the other. He repeated his motions but switched while you were complete bliss. Your nipples were still not as sensitive as they were before your pregnancy, but Niall still got you there. 

He moved on to kiss down your stomach making you a little self-conscious about the baby weight that he hadn’t fully lost. 

“Ni, stop,” you half-hearty laughed. 

“Why you used to love this, baby,” he reminded you before he sighed, “Is this because you haven’t fully lost the baby weight?” You nodded slowly. He titled his head as his blue eyes met yours. “Hm, don’t you do that, Y/N. You still are and look amazing. You carried my, our child, and you care for her now. You’ve never been sexier to me,” he smirked, kissing your stomach again. “Plus, a little more for cushion for the pushin’ always helps, and I thought your tits were nice before but now…” he chuckled, his hand gripping your thighs.

You chuckled, throwing a pillow at him. Niall stood up and caught the pillow before it came into contact with his face. You both laughed. You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“I love you so much, Niall,’ you whispered, caressing his face and neck, “Now, take your pants off.” He was quick to remove his sweatpants, leaving him in his underwear. You could slightly see his bulge in his sweats, but now it was obvious. You bit your lip, “I don’t want to wait; I want your cock right here, right now,” you mumbled in his ear before kissing behind his ear. You removed his boxers for him and threw them to the side as you kissed and sucked down his neck. You gripped his cock, giving it a couple of pumps causing him to groan. “Now I want you to sit back and relax, baby,” you told him, leading him back onto the bed.

“Yes, ma’am,” he rasped, sitting up against the pillows of the bed.

You crawled over and placed your self on his lap. You aggressively placed your lips on his before sinking on his member. He moaned against your lips as he slowly began rocking his hips against yours. You bit his shoulder to avoid moaning too loud. Even though Niall told you it was okay, you didn’t want to risk it.

“Shit, Y/N, you feel so god damn good,” Niall chanted, pulling your hips down against his. 

You circled his hips causing him to hit your G-spot repeatedly. A small shriek left your lips in response. You wanted to cry out; you wanted to yell and tell Niall how good he was making you feel. Your spine was tingling. You couldn’t help but yourself.

“Niall, oh my god; fuck me harder, please. I need you,” you cried out before he covered your mouth. Your cheeks became red in embarrassment out of your lack of self-control. 

“Do I have to gag you, baby,” he chuckled, “or do I just have to cover your mouth since you can’t control yourself? You hid your face in his chest after shaking your head. He slightly lifted you up and placed you on your back. Your head was close to the edge of the bed. “Good cause I still want to hear you but only you though.”

He thrusted into you again but you contained your moan before he could let it out. He leaned down and kissed the top of your breast, keeping his eyes on yours. You ran your fingers through his brown hair, tugging at them. He groaned against your breast before focusing back on you again.

“Ni, I’m so close,” you breathed out. 

“Me too, baby. Cum for me,” he demanded as he quickened his thrusts. He used his index finger to rub against your cilt, bringing you closer to your orgasm. You stifled your short gasps and cries by covering your mouth against Niall’s chest. Your inevitable orgasm finally came over you as did Niall’s. He found himself covering his our moans against your shoulder as you both reached your climaxes. 

The only noise left in the room was heavy breathing. You both just laid there, your arms wrapped around his neck. 

“I don’t think we should stay here like this,” you mentioned. “Who knows who will come in our room in the morning.”

He nodded, running his hand through his hair before kissing your cheek, “I mean it differently wouldn’t be a sight for sore eyes, if you ask me,” he smiled, rolling off of you. You laughed before picking up your top from off the floor and throwing it on. 

You turned to Niall who was putting back on his underwear and pants. His hair was disheveled, a little bit of sweat laid on his forehead, and you could see the red bit marks you left on his shoulder and the slightly purple marks on your neck 

“It hurts like hell,” Niall mentioned, rubbing his shoulder. “My neck, not so much.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Ni,” you cooed, approaching him. You kissed his shoulder hoping he would forgive you. “Maybe no one will notice.”

“I don’t care if they do,” he told you. “Let’s just go to bed because I’m sure Jess will be looking for her mom in the morning.”

The sound of Jess crying woke up Niall’s parents who eventually woke you both up after giving her a bottle. You and Niall made your way down stairs to greet his parents, Greg, Denise, and Jess. 

You sat down with Denise and Jess, striking up a conversation and spending some time with your daughter. You learned that Theo was watching some TV in the living room while eating breakfast. You saw Niall begin a conversation with his brother.

“So, late night?” Greg asked Niall as he poured a cup of coffee. 

“I mean, we watch a movie last night but–”

“You tell me what you want, but you’re acting like I can’t see the obvious hickeys on my litter brother’s neck,” he snickered. 

Niall laughed and nodded, “Yeah, I do.” 

You over heard Niall and Greg’s conversation and subconsciously over the left side of your neck. Denise over-heard too, and only laughed at you, “So already working on baby number two in his old room?” she asked. 

Before you could come to own defense, Maura step in. “I knew I heard something last night, but Bobby said I was hearing things.”

“To be fair honey, I thought it was their TV,” Bobby responded. 

“Okay, but Niall, when I said you guys could have some alone time, I didn’t mean go to your room and fondle each other like teenagers.”

“I think they did more than fondling,” Greg added. “Y/N did quite the number on ya.”

“No, I think Niall did a major one, but I’m sure he did some we can’t see,” Denise mentioned, whispering the last part to only you.

You and Niall both were blushing pretty hard now, but you both were smiling. Niall kissed the side of your head before wrapping his arms around of you from behind. 

“Ignore them,” Niall told you. “They can’t seem to mind their own business.”

“I mean if you’re doing all your business all over the place,” Maura mentioned.

“I’m sorry, Maura, but your son is kinda a tease,” you chuckled. 

Everyone chuckled and continued their meals. Niall eventually sat down next you, his arm over the back of your chair. You were cleaning up Jess who had slightly spit up on yourself before Niall whispered in your ear, “If I’m such a tease, why don’t you meet me in the shower?”

You bit your lip, still assisting your daughter, “Will I still be the one and only?”

“The one and only.”

Another go; C.H.

A/N: I’m not sure what this is. i’ve been in a blue mood recently and I think it shows in my writing. But still; car smut. Enjoy.

I wasn’t sure if I were willing on giving this another go. There was something about an ex that made them obligated to stay in the past and remain there. Sometimes you deal with them and their problems, but moreover they stay hidden in a small box in the back of your brain. Of course, this had been all on me, suggesting we remained friends.

He had been one of my best friends and that first kiss had been a horrible mistake. That’s what I say now. Back then it had been on my mind for some while. Calum and I had this sexual tension from the beginning of our friendship that never faded, although we remained dormant to do anything about it. Eventually I must admit those few months with Calum had been the best of my life and I doubt anything or anyone will ever come near the passion and wanton I had with Calum. Not only had I had my best friend by my side, but I hadn’t felt so loved in forever.

I don’t even remember why we broke up to begin with. We argued, a lot. Most of the times it was stupid, avoidable things that would fuel his or my anger. It would almost always end that same day though, I made sure we never went to bed while fighting, because even though we were lovers, he was my best friend first. I remember keeping my head high while being among friends and completely crashing as soon as my front door slowly shut. It was something I did to spare Calum of having to deal with our girl friends throwing him filthy looks and to make sure the guys didn’t take pity on me. The first time we went out and assured everyone we could do this I ended up bawling on the floor, back against the front door of my apartment.

I had slept in said spot, and gone to work with red, puffy eyes and mascara in unknown places. My co-worker, wanting to be a good friend, phoned my then ex-boyfriend to tell him that I wasn’t feeling well. Try to explain you’re completely fine when your tears from last night are still glued to your face. Calum was reluctant at first, of course. Who is their right mind comes to console their ex on the breakup they were both involved in. But as I said, Calum was my best friend and that always came first.

It was the first time I had my best friend again since the break-up. He pulled me close, held me and I just cried. I stained his shirt, I told him how horrible I felt and that I honestly believed this was a mistake. That was a few months ago. We both thought it would be better if we remained friends. We both believed the sexual tension we experienced was something that would fade over time, even though this all started because we couldn’t control our animalistic behaviour.  

The fact that he is hovering mere centimetres from me and I am about to close that gap, states the opposite. His eyes are fluttering from my eyes to my lips. His fingers slowly tapping on the hood of his car, awaiting my next move.

I want to, but I shouldn’t. I’m contemplating this too much but our friendship was already on a silken thread and this might rupture it completely. I open my mouth to speak, but I have nothing wise to say. It’s not that I have many decisions to make other than question my moral standards. I want this, I want him. It’s always been him. I lean in the short distance that remained and seal our lips together. My fingertips brush over his neck to cup his jaw, pressing my upper body against Calum’s.

He groans into my mouth as his hands wind around my waist. Without any effort, Calum pulls my body onto his lap and leans down against the windshield of his recently bought slick black car. I feel shivers run up and down my spine which I can’t place. Calum had driven us up the cliff to a secluded area which overlooked the city. If this were a date, it would be my vision of perfection.

Instead, I’m sloppily kissing my best friend, hands groping underneath shirts while we’re out in the open. His fingers brush along my exposed thigh and I visibly shiver, breaking our kiss. “Take this to the back seat?” Calum mumbles, his gaze lowered to my breasts before he gazes up at me. I bite my lip, contemplating his offer. We’re fucked anyway. I push my groin against Calum’s hardening bulge as an unspoken answer to his question.

Calum groans loudly as his fingers dig into my bum and he lifts me, jumping off the hood. Without any trouble, he guides us to the backseat of his car, closing the door behind himself. “What are we doing?” I breathe, my fingers already unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. Calum slides closer, his head disappear in the crook of my neck as he passionately kisses and licks. “Something I’ve been fantasizing about for months now.”

Calum’s answer goes straight to my core and I moan as I throw my leg over his hips, drawing him into me as I press his back down against the leather of the backseat. My dress rises on my hips as Calum’s hands wander, his lips back to caressing the skin on my neck.

My fingers trail over Calum’s smooth, exposed chest and up along his neck to cup his jaw in my frail hands. Calum’s hot breath hits my face as he enjoys every caress of his skin with his eyes closed. “I - I missed you.” Calum mumbles and it stings, so I try to ignore it and focus on making him, making myself feel good, in this moment. Of course, I had missed him too, but it was a somewhat mutual decision that we couldn’t do this any longer. I had tried to crawl back on that decision almost immediately.

I’m fumbling with the zipper of his jeans while he unzips the back of my dress and skilfully bares my chest for his wandering gaze, bunching my dress near my hips. Calum’s boxer short clad erection rubs again my dampened, clothed core which sends me crashing into him. I’m pressing my lips against his with such force he hums in pleasure, his fingertips digging into my thighs the more passionate our exchange becomes.

I feel him cup my breast, a rough squeeze following before his large hand cups my neck and chin, separating our lips for some well-deserved air. “Calum, I -” I stumble over my words as my eyes drift closed when his attention focuses back on my neck, all the while his hands are kneading my bum roughly. “Yes baby?”

“Now.” I was never one with a broad vocabulary, but Calum knew and understood my one syllable mumbles. He knew my body like no one else and as I lay writhing underneath him, he knew exactly where to touch to drive me insanely wild.

His mind clicks and he pushes his jeans as far down as possible with me on top. As soon as I feel the skin on skin contact a loud moan leaves my lips. Calum’s hands and arms wind around my waist, pulling me closer as he enters me.

I start swaying my hips back and forth, making figure eights as I let my hands roam wherever they please. My head is hidden in the crook of Calum’s neck, avoiding eye contact as I sink my teeth into his tender flesh.

Calum groans loudly, his fingers leaving marks on my thighs as he starts guiding me in a faster pace. I can feel he is nearing his release as he starts moving along. I can feel myself nearing again as I grind down more, searching for friction I know Calum would gladly give.

His hand disappears between our molten bodies and he lazily rubs along my clit, but it’s enough to spiral me over the edge. I’m a moaning mess against his neck, fingernails digging into the back.

He chases his own relief in stutters and when he finally finishes, a thick tension fills the air as our heavy breathing makes room for silence. I keep my face hidden in his sweaty neck and savour his scent and taste. Damn I miss him.

“God, I needed that.” Calum’s laughs as he peeks one eye open. I grant him with the tiniest of grins as I lift myself off him, a loud sigh leaving my lips. I think I love Calum.

“You know I love you, right?” Calum’s hand squeezes my knee reassuringly as he glances in my direction. I feel my eyes widen as I recall saying the last few thoughts out loud. Calum’s lazy smiles indicates otherwise and I mumble in return. “Yeah, love you too.” Calum starts redressing himself and I follow suit, keeping completely silent while doing so. His words warm my heart. Although I think we don’t mean the same thing.

the-taste-of-silence  asked:

“wait, you…love me?” “don’t say that out loud“ for byeler pls and thank you!!

note: the boys are like around 17 in this, doesn’t super matter but! to provide some reference. also i kinda played around with this, i think it might be in the angst tag but i’m not an angst hoe so this is only ever going to have a happy ending.

edit: apparently this is 1.3k so i posted it on ao3 

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You’re Not A Winchester Pt. 3

Title: You’re Not A Winchester

Author: theimpalaiscrying

sister!reader x Sam & Dean Winchester

Words: 2, 076

Warnings: Angst, swearing, mentions of depression, tears.

A/N: I think I’m proud of this piece, so enjoy! Don’t forget the tissues!

Originally posted by sammyseyebrows

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the-universes-best-dressed  asked:

for a prompt! santa monica by everclear

Nice, get some everclear in the mix! Thanks for the prompt :) 

“Look,” I say, “it’s not you, it’s me. I think I’m just heading in a different direction right now. I can’t let our relationship hold me back anymore.”

Light, fastest man on Earth, superhero extraordinaire, stops struggling against his bonds to stare at me. “Did you kidnap me to…break up with me?”

My heart skips a beat. “No! I mean, we’re not even, like, dating so I’m not. Obviously.” I adjust my rubber gloves nervously, tucking my lab coat more securely into them. “Just, um, letting you know that you don’t need to save the day anymore. From me at least.” I laugh and stop abruptly, face flushing. My laugh is off putting, so I hear.

Light speed kicks the chair I’ve tied him to and grimaces when it doesn’t break.

“It’s titanium,” I say, shoving my hands into my coat’s pockets. “I’ll let you go, just wanted to tell you goodbye, I guess. We, uh, probably won’t be seeing each other again.”

“Are you dying?” he asks, strangely alarmed. He lowers his voice. “Or is someone threatening you?” His eyes narrow. “Is it Technomaniac? Because he’s from Texas, this isn’t even his turf, I can contact the heroes down there to come get him–”

“I’m not being threatened,” I blurt out. He’d kick another villain out of LA for me? Why? “I just, it’s time for me to move on, that’s all. I, well…”

“You are dying,” Light says, face horrified. “Oh my god, and I threw you through that window last week!”

“I’m not dying!” I throw my hands up in the air. “I’m quitting being a villain!”

The words ring in the empty lab. All of my equipment has already been disposed of, the experiments, everything. I’m ready for a new start, totally and completely.

“You’re…quitting.” Light seems unable to comprehend it. “Like, quitting quitting? Or taking a break? Or maybe you mean rebranding, I hear that’s popular these days–”

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Jealous - Henry Mills

“Henry, you’re being a fool.” “Of course, now is my fault”
he said frustrated.

You and Henry have been in a relationship since a couple of months, at the beginning it was a little hard, Regina didn’t want no girl near from her son, and having The Evil Queen as jealous mother from you boyfriend is something dangerous. But everything went worst since they returned from the Underworld and a special guest came with them. That guest was no other than Peter Pan, you knew him well, when you were a child he used to come visit you and he turned into your best friend.

Seeing he again was the best thing ever, you had so much to tell him you two spend so much tie together, fact that get Henry jealous every time, obviously he denied that, but you knew it. And it was stupid, Peter was like an old brother to you, and you were just like his little sister, nothing more.

“I’ve never said that it was your fault, just that you’re overreacting.” “I’m not overreacting, (Y/N). You have not spent time with me since we return, and it has been like a month. I think that prefer him over me.” He said and you laugh, it was so good seen him jealous. “Oh great, now you’re making fun out of me”

You still were laughing when you walk near to him and kiss him in a sweet kiss, he tried to resist, but he ended but grabbing your hips and pushing you even more near to him. When the kiss finished, you hugged him.

“For what it was that?” he asked you smiling “Because I love you, even when you’re jealous. Peter is my best friend since I was little; he played with me and listened every time I needed someone to talk with. But Henry, you are my boyfriend. You are the only person who can make me smile when I’m blue, or make me like pop music. You are my hero. And actually I like when you get jealous.” You said laughing.

Henry just kissed you, that were what he needed to hear, he had always being crushed in you and that was what he needed to realize that you were crushed in him to. When he let you go, he looked into your eyes and replied you: “I’m not jealous”.



Warnings: mentions of the car accident, hospitals? angst then fluff??

Words: 2041

Prompt: none


You were alive.

The accident was not the only scar on your body that would never heal. But slowly, with nurturing and care, it could possibly wash away. The ambulance quickly arrived at the hospital, both you and Tom were wheeled away into different surgery rooms. When he came to in a hospital gown and white bandage wrapped around his head his heart leapt. Where were you? His mind lingered to the moments he last saw you but it was a blur of flashing lights, tears and blood. His heart ached, bile rose in his throat seeing you on the snow once again.  

But you were alive. You made it.

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Originally posted by expressivedolphin

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: cursing maybe?

Prompt: you kinda love your best friend and decide it’s best to ignore him. what could go wrong?

Word Count: 1,836

this took too long to write. oops? and yes, i am aware this title sucks. i couldn’t think of anything and i wanted to post this.


You hadn’t spoken to your best friend in months. Ever since you realized you were in love with him, you couldn’t bring yourself to see him. You had known him since you were kids- his family was your family.

You remember all the times you spend with him. From racing each other home after school, to skipping class to walk through the woods and just talk.

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Requested by anon: Soulmate!au for Taeyang please?? Preferably with the both of you being childhood friends too! Thank you so much!!

hi my little anon this is for you!!! im sorry if its kinda yikes i never like my writing or the product tbh and when i do i feel like it gets overlooked by my other pieces rip @ writers the struggle is rEAL but anyways i hope you enjoyed this!!! also im tearing up on how much notice vigilante!wonwoo is getting thank you guys so so much!!! remember that REQUESTS ARE OPEN READ FAQ AND RULES FIRST SEND THEM INNNN

  • au where you have a tattoo of what your soulmate is most passionate about
  • since you were little you had a small cute tattoo on your wrist of a pair of dance tap shoes
  • but what did you know you were only 4 and only thought “those are pretty shoes!!”
  • when you entered kindergarten you met fETUS TAEYANG HOW CUTE AWW
  • “hi i like your tattoo!!!!”
  • “thanks i’m y/n!!”
  • “i’m taeyang!!! check out my tattoo my dad said they’re music notes”
  • he had little musical notes trailing down his forearm and you’re just like wow that’s so beautiful!!
  • “do you know what these tattoos are for?”
  • “my dad said it’s what your soulmate is most passionate about (whatever that means LOL),,, so what your soulmate really really likes!!”
  • how cUTE smol you and tae become little cute friends just like that!!!

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anonymous asked:

Do you know of any fics where Tony messes up with Steve? Or where Steve has a more tortured past than Tony? I know Tony had a hard life, but even if it was AU I have a thing for Steve having a really hard time growing up

Check out the Steve’s Past Abusive Relationship list, but here are some  fics that you might enjoy, too. 


Better This Time by nightwalker:  It had been been two years without Tony at his side and his back, two years nursing a resentment and an anger that had refused to fade. It was time to move on, and Steve didn’t want to do it alone.

New Year’s Resolutions by Majinie:  The Avengers are celebrating New Year’s Eve, but for some reason Steve rather sits in his room and sketches. Just… Tony is not content with that, because hey, that guy is destroying his resolutions here.
But Steve has his reasons, Tony is terrible at feelings-talk, and so he makes things worse.

IM Ultra by @arukou-arukou:  Steve and Tony have only been dating for a month when Tony begins to act strangely and the Avengers begin to get suspicious.

Noble Metals by @veldeia: Living together with the Avengers, in a relationship with Steve, Tony’s as happy as he’s ever been—until it turns out he’s dying of palladium poisoning. Unwilling to tell anyone, he replaces himself with a Life Model Decoy and breaks up with Steve, so he can hide and focus on fixing his arc reactor before it’s too late.Steve can’t decide if Tony is acting strangely or if that’s just his denial speaking. Tony Mark II struggles to figure out the best course of action, stuck handling issues he was never programmed to deal with. And Tony isn’t sure he can ever get Steve back, even if he survives.

Might Have Cherished You More Wisely by @blossomsinthemist:  “You didn’t fuck it up,” he said, again, keeping his voice even, steady, with an effort of will. “I was the one who redded out.”“I was the one who made you,” Tony said. “Let’s not play around.”– Or, Steve and Tony are together before the incursion crisis starts, and since Tony can’t find a way to break it off after Steve’s mindwipe without tipping him off that something big has changed, they stay together. They’ve tried dom/sub scenes before, and try one again, but this time, Tony’s guilt makes it much harder for him to handle than he expected … .

Sky is Over by @laireshi:   Steve doesn’t remember, and it’s Tony’s fault, and Tony, being who he is, doesn’t quite deal with this in a healthy way.

Captain Coffee by @captainneverever:  Steve is content managing his own coffee shop and life is full with friends and neighbors. But an owner of big coffee chain pressures him to sell and someone from his past reappears. And now Steve needs to fight a bully, an ex, and himself to get his happy ending.

Imperfect Mirrors by @sineala:  Two months since Ultron. Two hours since the mindwipe. Things haven’t been going well for Tony Stark lately, in two different universes. But they just might be able to help each other out.

The One Who Ran Away by awesome_goddess_of_mischief:  "Not now Tony, just… Just leave me alone alright?“Tony makes assumptions. Wrong ones.Thinking Steve dumped him he tries to change, until Steve finds out and hugs happen.

The Older I Get by CheshireXIII:  Steve and Tony had a pretty bad break up in college. Now, ten years later, Steve is doing an art gallery show and Tony finds out about it.

Rebuild by @theappleppielifestyle: The first time Tony really notices that something’s up with Steve is- okay, to be honest it’s five seconds after seeing the guy again, come on, Tony has spent the latter of his life being the dictionary definition of hot mess, he recognizes a kindred spirit.Or, the one where Tony is, for the first time in his life, one of the least screwed up members of the team.

With You by Pearl_Unplanned:  Steve didn’t know what to say. He felt like his entire world was falling apart again.
After a break-up and a kidnapping, Steve finds that everything he thought was happening wasn’t even real.
Bingo Prompt: Betrayed By Technology

anonymous asked:

alright but ned holding peter after spidey has a nightmare/flashback es my vidaaaaaa ❤️

fast forward to post infinity war. peter has really bad ptsd now, he already did before but almost dying in space at the hands of a purple madman has a tendency to amplify the bad things inside your head.

since then, he finds himself sleeping next to others a lot. he asks may to sleep by him, she calms him down when he wakes up screaming in the middle of the night. mj sleeps over a lot more now too. he hasn’t asked ned to sleep over yet. for some reason he wants ned to be ignorant to how broken he has become. he’s not quite sure why, perhaps it’s some toxic masculinity that he needs to work on.

but one night he has no choice. may is out on a date, spending the night at her girlfriend’s house. he likes that may is putting herself out there, he doesn’t wanna call her and ask her to come home. and it’s nearly four in the morning, he’s not gonna call mj and wake her up. he lays in bed, hyperventilating, sweat pouring out of his skin. when he closes his eyes he can see tony looking over him. death and destruction all around him. he knows that if he doesn’t calm down soon he’ll see it even when his eyes are open, he needs to calm down before that happens.

he swallows what resolve he had left and calls ned. the phone feels like it rings for hours.

“hello?” ned says, very alert. ned is always up late, especially on friday nights. he can hear a video game in the background.

“come over,” peter whispers, voice shaking.

the video game pauses, and he can tell that ned is taking him off speaker.

“dude, are you okay? you sound -”

“just please come over, ned,” his voice breaks and goes watery, he feels like he’s choking on the air in his lungs.

“yeah, okay. okay, i’ll be right over.”

“please be safe,” peter groans, but ned has already hung up.

he gets up and goes to unlock the apartment door, and then sits on the ground next to it. he feels like if he tries to walk back to his room he could pass out. this episode is worse than the others he’s had. he feels like he can see the stars of space shining around him. corpses floating in the darkness. he buries his face into his knees and begins to cry as he waits for ned.

after about 27 minutes (not that peter was counting), the door opens. it startled him and he lets out a choked sob, and ned drops down to peter and immediately begins to soothe him.

“pete, what happened?? are you hurt?? where’s may?????”

peter takes a few deep breaths, trying to even his breathing. but it isn’t working and he feels himself getting lightheaded, tears and snot are running down his face.

“hey.” ned grabs the sides of peter’s face and puts their foreheads together. he hold’s peter’s eye contact. “breathe with me. breathe with me nice and slow. breathe with me.”

and peter tries. he struggles with it, but ned is patient. after about 10 minutes peter’s breathing evenly again, and his head feels lighter. he’s still alight with tension, but it feels slightly better.

“okay… yeah, that’s better. okay. what happened?”

“i…. i had a nightmare. i can’t get out of it. may is at her girlfriend’s house, i don’t wanna call her it’s taken her so long to be with somebody after uncle ben….. i usually call mj when may isn’t here but it’s so late, i knew you would be awake. i’m sorry ned, i’m sorry.”

ned looks at him sadly, but quickly tries to school his features to be more neutral. “how long has this been happening?”

peter looks up at him guiltily. “since the war. since that thanos guy. it happens almost every night.”

“peter..” ned says, he runs his fingers through peter’s hair and then cups peter’s face into the warmth of his palm. “peter, that was 8 months ago. this has been happening for that long?”

peter leans into his touch. he’s calming down. ned’s hands are big and warm and soft, he can feel them drawing the distress out of him. “i’m beginning to think it won’t ever really stop. i…. i just didn’t want you to think i was weak.”

ned groans. he’s frustrated, peter can tell. he wants to apologize, but he knows that ned isn’t mad at him, so he bites it back. “pete. you’re my best friend, i want to be here for you. you aren’t weak, anyone would come out of that less than okay. it’s okay to not be okay, peter.”

tears are lazily rolling down peter’s cheeks.

“i know,” he whispers.

“no you don’t.”

peter laughs, and ned smiles sadly.

“i’m trying to know that. i will eventually, i promise.”

ned slumps next to peter, and pulls him onto his lap. he hugs him close, and peter tucks his head underneath ned’s chin.

“what do you need?” ned asks, rubbing peter’s arm.

peter is quiet for a moment, thinking. he can feel the attack moving out of him, still there, but slowly being drained. waves of exhaustion are beginning to crash into him, like a tide. he feels like it could wash him away. he tries to focus on ned, how real he is. how he smells, how he feels, how he holds peter. ned is real. the nightmare wasn’t.

“can we just stay like this for awhile?”

ned’s arms tighten around him, and peter feels a rush of love. he loves ned so much.

“yeah, we can stay like this for as long as you need, peter.”

Just Dropping In

Prompt from Phanfic (several months ago whoops): Soulmate AU where the first thing your soulmate says to you is tattooed on you from when you were born. Dan’s could say some kind of scream/growl and Phil’s something along the lines of “jesus on a fucking bicycle” (spooky week) because they first meet in a haunted house that phil is a character/working in.

Dan’s got an unusual soulmate mark that doesn’t make much sense, until he goes to a haunted house one day…

Word Count: 1858

Pairing: Phan

Genre: Funny fluff, Halloween themed, Soulmate AU, getting together

Warnings: swears and haunted house jump scare

Link to AO3 Fics Masterlist

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Request: An older Jaime Reyes and a female reader having their first kiss. And the scarab keeps arguing in his head about “procreating”. So the reader ends up kissing the scarab too and calms them both down.

Word Count: 721

Pairing: Jaime Reyes x reader

A/N: sorry it took so long to write. I hope you guys like it. Sorry for any errors. I would love feedback.

Italic - Scarab

Y/N’s P.O.V

Jaime and I have been dating for a few weeks now, and you guys were taking things slow because this is your guys first relationship. You were happy that you guys were taking things slow, but sometimes you want him move things along like having your first kiss.

We just got back from your date, and now cuddling on the couch watching a movie on Netflix. About half way through the movie I look up and see Jaime, and he look like he was having a conversation with the scarab. Yes, I do know about him being Blue Beetle. He told you about a couple of days after he asked you out because he didn’t want to keep secrets from you. He didn’t know that I was looking at him, but he look like he was having a very serious conservation with the scarab.

Jaime’s P.O.V

I was just cuddling with my girlfriend, Y/N, then the Scarab just wants to ruin moment. “You need to make the first move Jaime your mate is getting impatient.” Scarab said. “Why do I need at make a move we are just fine right now. We said that we are going to take things slow and that is what I am going to do” I said. “By the body language that your mate has been sending you for the past few days and at dinner tonight, you need to make the first move” Scarab said.

I sigh out of annoyance and got Y/N’s attention, but it already look like she was staring at me. “Are you okay.” she said in such a caring voice. “I am fine, it’s just the Scarab he has been bugging me for the past few day.” I said. “How about I help you take your mind off of it.”she said leaning close to me. The next thing I know Y/N is kissing me. It is the best kiss that I have ever had. Even though it is my first kiss, it was still the best. Things started to heated up quickly, and now I am on top of her making out and I am starting to get hard.

“Great now that she made the first move and your testosterone level is rising, you can now begin the mating ritual. Your mate is ovulating now, so you have to do it now or you have to wait until month. Now she is at the peck, you should start now so by 9:00 a.m. she will be impregnated. You need to procreate.” Scarab said. Once Scarab said that I back away as quickly “no no no!!!” was all I could say while back away. “What do you mean no. Your mate has great genes to pass down to you kids.” Scarab said. “What is wrong Jaime, I am that bad.” Y/N said. “I don’t what kids! I am not ready” I said!

Y/N’s P.O.V

‘Why was he thinking about kids? I just thought he thought I was bad at kissing, then he starts talking about kids. I know things were heating up, but he was not getting sex from me. I don’t want kids right now, I am too young to be having kids. Why was he thinking about ki- ohh it was the Scarab.’ you thought.

Jaime looks at me like he was worried about what I am going to say next. “It is ok. I know you were talking to the Scarab.” I said. “Oh ok good because the Scarab said that you were worried.” he said. “I was because out of nowhere you were talking about kids, but then I realize you were talking with the Scarab. And don’t worry we don’t need rush into anything we have plenty of time.” I said after I kiss Jaime on the cheek.

Then he let out another sigh. “What is he saying now.” I said. “ He is just going on how perfect you are and that I should like you go.” he said while blushing. You thought that maybe the Scarab was jealous because he was not getting any attention, so you lifted Jaime’s shirt and the Scasb. Then all you hear is Jaime purring. After that you guys go back to the movie.

anonymous asked:

Any good writing blogs?

*stretches out*

*get’s comfortable*

*clears throat*

“Let’s begin”

okay so there is:

@thesmutofthemendes (best smut blog ever!) @ihaveabadreputation @illumeshawn @teen-mendes @shawnstilinski @shawnskeds @lovethatmendeskid @mend-es @nike-shawn @mercyimagines @wordsandshawn @raineshawn @purebeanshawn @muffin–daddy

I haven’t read some of the works of these writers yet because school is killing me but they seem great and I plan to you know when I’m on break in three months or something

Falling - Jake x MC Endless Summer Fanfic

[A little note: I did it. I conquered my fear of doing an endless summer fanfic. There’s just so many about this pairing already and I wasn’t sure if I could ever do them justice. Originally, I was going to submit this for choicescreates but decided better of it because that quote has got me thinking and thinking. Hope it’s enjoyable!]

[Summary: Falling for someone is complicated - especially since it isn’t something taught but rather an experience learned, bringing people together. For MC it’s the sudden awareness that she’s fallen so deeply for Jake McKenzie that she’s afraid of what happens when she finally reaches the bottom].


That’s something they don’t teach us while growing up. Instead, they teach us not to cry over spilled milk. How important it is to be nice to strangers and to look both ways before crossing the street. But they don’t teach us about this. One of the scariest lessons in life. Falling. Falling so deeply that there isn’t any chance of even grabbing the ledge in time to stop yourself from tumbling down. A fall so steep that there is no choice but submitting, claiming it right before it consumes our souls. No. They don’t teach us that. And they certainly don’t teach us how to survive the fall.

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anonymous asked:

I fantasize about my gf's daughter all the time. In the beginning her kid was a bitch to me a lot. But I always acted like it didn't bother me, but it did. I always stare at her huge tits and creep pics when I could So about 2 years ago I was taking her to school every morning on my way to work when she was still being a bitch except when she wanted a ride. And for about a month I was making her lunch and every time I made lunch she had a healthy dose of my fresh cum. "Best chicken salad ever"


Dally Imagine: I Could Make An Exception.

request: Being Dally’s girl and telling him that you’re moving away

The reason you chose a guy like Dallas Winston is so you would never get attached. You were not someone who wanted a serious relationship because you had big dreams of getting out of Tulsa- you wanted to get an education and then become an actress. For you getting serious with someone would just give you a reason to make you feel like you had to stay. Still you wanted someone you could hang around with and have a good time and know that nothing more would ever come from it. That’s why Dally was perfect. Or so you thought.

From the beginning of your relationship you both made it clear that it was nothing serious but a couple of months in you found yourself feeling something more for him. You felt what you thought was love. It was a scary thought but you knew you had to tell Dally despite the fact that you figured he would break it off with you. That thought made you sad but you knew if he did break up with you it was for the best.

When you told him he was oddly fine with it. He stared at you for a long time before saying “I don’t know what I feel.. I just know that what I’ feeling I’ve never felt for anyone before.”

And that was it. Even though he never actually could say the words to you you loved each other and you knew it. And suddenly your dreams to leave Tulsa weren’t so important. That was the future. That was your junior year of high school and the future came a lot faster than you thought because those two years past by in an instant.

Your plan was to go to the local community college. The only other school you applied to had been your dream school, in New York City, and you knew it was a long shot to get in there. They wait listed you and so you made plans to stay in the area- stay with Dally.

That was until August right before school was about to start up again. They had someone drop out and a spot opened up for you- full scholarship if you joined their theater program. It was perfect. You accepted and we’re ready to leave in a week for the big city until realization fell over you. You were going to New York but Dally was here. You knew you had to tell him so after procrastinating the inevitable for about a day and ignoring his calls you finally went to go find him.

You found him messing around the DX with his friends and he grinned when he saw you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders he leaned forward to kiss you softly. “Hey, doll. Where’ve you been?” he asked before he saw the look on his face. His smile fell a bit and you looked away. He got that you wanted to talk so he said goodbye to his friends and silently took your hand so you two could walk to Buck’s.

When you got up to his room you sat on his bad looking nervous while he sat beside you and lit a cigarette.

“Just be straight with me, doll. Whatever it is just say it okay?” he said and you quickly blurted out what it was.

“I’m moving to New York..”

“Oh..” Dally said with a nod.

“That’s all you have to say?” you whisper with frown.

“No..” Dally sighed. “I just meant oh.. because I thought it was something worse than that.”

“Me moving to New York isn’t bad news for you? Dally, I’m leaving Tulsa..”

“I know, Y/N. And that’s what you’ve always wanted to do right? All you’ve ever talked about is getting out of this place so I’ve always known it would happen eventually.” he explained but you were just confused and a little annoyed.

“Are you even upset? Dall, I’m heartbroken about this.”

“Well of course I’m upset, Y/N! But there ain’t much I can do about that is there?” He snapped and stood up. “Jeez..”

You stood up too and went over to him. “Maybe you could come with me.. Maybe we could.. we could-”

“Look, doll, I promised myself I’d never live in New York City again… I just can’t.” you looked down sadly and you felt his lips on your forehead kissing it lightly as he took your hands into his. He wasn’t one for tender moments but he would do it if it meant comforting you. “But I think I could make an exception for you and visit.” he whispered.

“Dall.. I don’t think we’d last very long with me so far away.” your voice breaks as you try not to cry. He pulls you close to his chest and you hug him back.

“Well.. Jeez, Y/N, we can make it work. I ain’t gonna cheat on you while you’re gone. Because.. y'know.. I love you..” he mumbled out quietly and your heart nearly stopped. You always knew he loved you. He always found ways to show it. But hearing the actual words finally coming out of his mouth made you feel like you had never felt before.

“I love you too..” you breathed out as the tears finally started to fall from your eyes.

“And besides..” Dally said as he pulled away from the embrace so he could wipe the tears from your cheek. “I’ll spend most of the time I’m not visiting you in the cooler so it won’t be any different to if you were here.”

You laughed a bit at that and shook your head. “Try not to do anything to stupid while I’m not here to stop you okay?”

“Whatever you say, doll.” he said and leaned forward to kiss you softly.

You weren’t sure what would happen with you two once you actually moved away but you knew that right there in that moment you could stay with Dally forever and be the happiest girl alive.