cuddling with herself

anonymous asked:

I'm new to this ship. So I kind of wonder why Dinah is the captain? Did she ever confirm Camren?

Let me introduce you to our wonderful captain Dinah Jane

Her run for the position of Captain started in 2013 with this tweet:

She was then officially elected Captain of the ship after this wonderful twitter exchange with Lauren’s boyfriend at the time :

Like the wonderful Captain that she is, Dinah knows about Camren’s finest literature and has read “Trials and Tribulations” :

Of course over the years our Captain has been keeping the ship afloat by bringing our babies closer and obviously keeping the secret (as best as she could 😂 )  :

She also gave us one of the biggest Camren proof that ever was, the famous Camren cuddling snapchat:

She herself confirmed her status as Captain many times :

It was also confirmed by co-captain Chelsea Briggs :

Talking about our wonderful co-captain, let me introduce you to her as well

She was elected co-captain after two events, the first, this interview where she shamelessly busted two Camren shippers :

And of course that famous red carpet interview where she had the balls to ask Camila and Lauren directly about Camren (bless her) :

After that Chelsea has been a consistent amazing co-captain when Dinah couldn’t navigate the ship (for obvious reasons), because Chelsea is a Camren shipper and she’s not afraid to show it :

Anyhooo, our wonderful Captains have been running this ship for years now, and we can all agree on one thing : 


Requested: Please do some daddy Shawn.

A/N: I don’t know why I try writing fluffy things, because they’re awful most times. I also changed the lyrics of LOFP a little, sorry.

Word count: 2,066

A faint noise rang in my ears, but not nearly loud enough to pulled me out of my heavy sleep. Only seconds later, I felt the faint squeezes on my arms. When I finally managed to open them, the room was too dark for me to see anything properly.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes, feeling just how sore they were. I blinked a few times, before finally being able to see shadows in the dark bedroom.

“Daddy, daddy” she cried again, forcing down my gaze.

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Ache (Blurb)

What if Harry gets home from a long day in the studio, the house is more quite than usual, but then his little four-year-old comes to greet him in the hallway, and tells that momma has a really bad headache, so they need to be quite and she takes his hand, leading him to her and they’ve a cuddle, all three of them.


The house was strangely quiet when Harry opened the door and tossed his bag down on the floor. Typically, he would come home to the sounds of his daughter laughing and running around the house while you were trying to pin her down for her evening bath.

The only thing to greet him, at first, was the cat, who wandered over to him, nonchalantly and purred. Harry bent down to give his fur a rub, and then stood up again, toeing out of his shoes and glancing around.


The house was suspiciously clean as well. There were a few toys scattered here and there, but he didn’t see any evidence that his daughter had been playing in the sitting room after dinner, the way she normally would have.

“Hello?” he called again, taking a few steps in from the entry.

Finally, he saw his little daughter come padding around the corner in her socked feet.

“Hi daddy,” she whispered, coming over and reaching her arms up for him.

Harry bent down and hoisted her into his arms, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi monkey,” he said, “Have a good day?”

She nodded, leaning in to lay her head on his shoulder. She was also unnaturally quiet. Normally, when Harry had been gone all day, his daughter was incredibly excited to see him and would basically pounce on him, giggling and shrieking as he blew raspberries all over her face and neck. Tonight, she was subdued, barely saying a word and choosing to be cuddly instead.

He walked with her, still in his arms, into the sitting room and plopped both of them down on the couch.

“You feelin’ okay, lovebug?” he asked, rubbing her back.

She nodded again, lifting her head from his shoulder and staring at him with big, green eyes that melted him every single time.

“We hafta be quiet,” she whispered, bringing her finger to her lips.

“Do we?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow, “Why’s that? Are we playin’ a game?”

“Nuh uh. We hafta be quiet for mummy.”

It suddenly dawned on Harry that he hadn’t seen any trace of you yet.

“Where is mummy?” he asked, allowing his daughter to slip off of his lap and stand before standing himself.

“Her head feels yucky,” she explained, “She’s sleepin’.”

Harry frowned, coming to realize exactly why the house had been so quiet. He felt his daughter reach up to grab his hand and start leading him down the hallway towards your bedroom.

The lights were off and he could see your sleeping form curled up in bed. Your daughter ran to the other side of the bed and climbed up, carefully, before crawling over next to you and settling down beside you. There were a few books and toys scattered across the sheets which made Harry think that his daughter had been hanging out with you for a few hours while you tried to nap.

Harry knelt down beside you and reached his palm out to swipe it gently across your forehead. You opened your eyes slowly and smiled when you saw him.

“Hi babe,” you croaked.

“How you feelin’?”

“Mmm, my head’s killing me, but it’s calmed down a bit since dinner. (Y/D/N) has been such a big help.”

Harry smiled, looking over at his daughter, who was now laying down and curled right up against your back.

“Can I get you anythin’?”

You shook your head slowly and closed your eyes again.

“I’m okay, thanks.”

Your daughter piped up from beside you.

“Daddy, come cuddle with us! It’ll make mummy feel better.”

Harry smiled again, knowing she was absolutely right. He shrugged off the floral print shirt he had been wearing, leaving only the plain, white t-shirt underneath, and shuffled around to his side of the bed, feeling it dip under his weight as he sat down and swung his legs up.

“Here, come on my other side, monkey,” Harry instructed, “That way I can snuggle with both of you.”

Your daughter climbed over Harry’s body until she was on his left side, and Harry shuffled both of them closer to you. You rolled over and sighed contentedly as you snuggled into Harry’s chest. One arm went around you and the other went around his daughter as she, too, cuddled herself into his side and looped one of her legs over his thigh, clinging on to him like a koala on a tree.

Harry placed a kiss on both your forehead and his daughter’s before he closed his eyes as well and settled down. Content to be surrounded by both of his girls.

Take The Trade: Part 3

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 3,126

Warnings: nsfw!!

A/N: you can all thank @sabrinas-wolves for this. she helped me so much with this and gave me some amazing ideas of what i should do and she read all of this and gave me so much support. this is dylan’s pov!! enjoy!!

Originally posted by bloggergirl29

I dig my hand back into the plastic bowl, my fingers picking at the popcorn until I grab a handful, shoving it into my mouth whilst kernels crumble down my shirt. “Do you have to eat like a pig?” I turn my head, watching as the blonde grimaced at me. I huff at her, a few kernels falling from my mouth and almost hitting her face. “Do you have to be such a snob?” I retort, her eyes rolling in reply and I grimace at her in return.

I focus my attention back onto the baseball game. The Mets were playing, and any other time I’d be completely and utterly consumed by the game, but I had other things on my mind. For example, the love of my life- who was halfway across the world and in two days, married to a sophisticated English man with no taste in music and horrific fashion sense. It was inevitable that I’d probably be unhappy for the rest of my life.

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anonymous asked:


22- “choose me”
“mumma!” your three year old daughter, olivia, ran towards you. her little feet making the smallest sounds on the hardwood. you picked her up once she reached you legs, making her “grabby hands” at you.

“when is daddy coming back?” she asked, playing with the plush bear she was holding in her hands. it was her absolute favourite toy, she almost never put it down.

“soon baby, he’ll be home soon.” you sighed, glancing at the stove clock a few feet away.

“soon is a long time.”

shawn, your husband, has been extremely busy in the studio for the past month and a half. he’s been coming home late almost every night and needless to say, you and olivia were getting sick of it.

you felt bad for the three year old in your arms, she loved her father so much. she looked up to him, yet he’s never here for her. and when he is home, it’s too late and she’s already asleep or he’s taking a nap because he was working all night.

olivia cuddled herself closer to you, if that was even possible. a small yawn escaping her lips.

“i think it’s time for bed,” you said, making you way up the stairs with her. “it’s getting late.”

thankfully, she was already wearing her princess pyjamas so you didn’t have to go through the hassle of changing her.

“no!” she tiredly protested as you laid her in her small bed. “i want daddy to come.”

tears started to pool in her hazel eyes, they were exactly like her dad’s. it broke your heart to see her like this, crying over her father. he should be here for her, especially at times like these.

she started to cry into your chest as you rubbed her small back soothingly.

“i know babygirl, i want him here too. but for now you have me, maybe daddy will be here tomorrow night.”

you knew he wasn’t going to be on time tomorrow, at this point you weren’t sure you were going to be here tomorrow.

“you say that every night.” she sniffled. “i want daddy.”

you continued to comfort her as she cried, knowing there was absolutely nothing you could do about this. you missed shawn just as much as she did, but you needed to be strong for your daughter.

eventually she fell asleep, you hated that she basically cried herself to sleep over her father. you were now laying on the couch in the living room, flipping through endless channels on the tv while waiting for shawn.

you weren’t sure why you stayed up waiting for him, at this point it was pointless. but you wanted to spend time with your husband just as much as olivia wanted to spend time with her father.

at about 1am shawn arrived home. by then you had covered yourself in a few blankets and you were half asleep.

“y/n?” shawn whispered, noticing the light coming from the tv in the living room. “what are you still doing up?”

“waiting for you i guess, although i don’t see a point in it anymore. you come home late every day anyways.”

you were both tired, but you knew you were about to breakout into another argument. you kept all your feelings bottled up for so long, he needed to know how you and olivia felt.

“what do you want me to say? it’s my job y/n.” he rolled his eyes. “you know, the thing that lets us have food on the table every night.”!

“i understand shawn, but every single night you come home hours after you’re supposed to! you have a family here, or did you forget about us already?”

you closed your eyes, wanting to escape from this. wanting to go back to before shawn started writing another album, when he actually cared about his family at home.

“of course i didn’t forget, but y/n you know this is my job! i have to write, i have to be away a lot. none of this is new to you.”

“i’m just tired shawn, tired of all this. tired of being the second option all the time.”

he ran his hand through his hair, taking a seat on the opposite chair from you.

“you’re not the second choice y/n and you know it.”

“really?” you asked, sitting up and finally looking him in the eye. “you missed olivia’s birthday party and two of her dance shows, and who was there for her those nights when she cried and cried and cried? definitely not you. you say i’m not second choice, make me believe it.”

“i don’t know what you want me to do! i can’t quit.”

“choose me, shawn.” you finally said, barely audible. “choose me, choose olivia, choose your family over the job for once! olivia cried herself to sleep tonight because she missed you so much, she always asks me when you’re coming home and i’m sick of lying to her.”

tears started to form in your eyes as you played with the wedding band on your left finger. you began to wonder if i was worth staying in this relationship, i mean, you were alone half the time anyways.

the only sound audible in the top was your occasional sniffles, both of you lost in your own thoughts. but your little girl’s footsteps coming down the stairs interrupted you from thinking about the worst.

“mumma? why are you yelling.” she asked, tiredly rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands. “is daddy home?” she yawned.

you picked the half asleep toddler up, sitting her on your lap. “yeah he’s home, do you want him to bring you to bed?”

she shook her head, “no i’m mad at daddy.”

you sighed, “okay. i’ll be up in a minute.”

she slid off your lap, making her way back to her room. you let her go, knowing you would be up in a minute.

“i think maybe,” you sighed, sliding the ring off your finger and placing it on the table. “i think we both need some time for now, and you can give this back to me when you get your priorities straight. we can talk about this later, after i put her back to sleep again.”

and with that, you made your way upstairs to tend to your daughter. leaving shawn by himself with your wedding ring, you weren’t sure if you were going to ever put that thing back in your finger.

The Cuddlist (2/3)

ProfessionalCuddling!AU. Maybe going to a professional snuggler was the craziest idea Emma ever had, but it certainly wasn’t her worst. In fact, weekly cuddling with Killian Jones could’ve been the best decision she ever made.

Inspiration for this fic finally struck (after over nine months) and I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to surprise @swanandapirate, who has been studying her butt off. This fic is for her, my sweet love! I hope you all enjoy it just as much. Special thanks to @phiralovesloki who gave me feedback of immeasurable worth. This fic would have suffered without it.♥

Note: This chapter contains very brief and non-descriptive mentions of a client crossing personal boundaries toward the beginning. 

(Rated T)    (6k words)   (ao3)   (chapter one)

Session Six

Emma Swan was Killian’s favorite appointment. His magnetic refrigerator calendar - a sailing themed one - had all his clients and the times they would arrive printed in his flourished cursive with black ink. Swan’s name had been written in a light blue color slightly larger than the rest of the things he’d written on his schedule.

It was the one thing he looked forward to. Emma Swan. Every Wednesday. Noon to one in the afternoon. His midweek break.

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Kids in Love (Valentine’s Special)


Request: Can you do somethin’ somethin’ cute for valentines day?

Word count: 2,890

Kids in Love (Valentine’s special)

Shawn unlocked the front door to their house and made his way into the hall. He was humming a joyful melody, nodding his head along to the music in his headphones, blasting on the highest level.

She never really understood, how he could stand the noise being that abnormally loud.

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Whipped...boyfriend!!! Pt.2

If you haven’t, this follows “Whipped…friends??” which you can find here. And the first part to this you can read here.


Y/N had tried her best to fall asleep. Tried to ignore the noise that New York was. She’d hailed a cab from the restaurant to her hotel, bidding good bye to her cousin, thanking him for taking time out of his day to keep her company. 

She didn’t however excuse the sudden need to get out of the restaurant when Harry came into view. And her cousin didn’t ask questions, guys normally don’t.

But in the darkness of her room, she couldn’t keep out the thoughts of Harry taking over her mind. She tossed and turned, checked the clock to see it had only been seven minutes since she’d last checked it.

So when the soft knock on her door caused her to sit up abruptly, she thanked the heavens for the short break it allowed her head to take from thoughts of Harry.

That is, until she heard his voice.

And if she was being honest, as unprepared as she was for this, she knew she had to talk to him. That is why she came to the city after all, wasn’t it?


Harry’s words were able to erase every doubt that Y/N had before last night. They laughed at how oblivious they both were; at the fact that obvious signs that they wanted more than to stay friends went over their heads.

They sat on the hotel room couch, talking about anything that happened during that short time they weren’t talking. 

Harry listened and watched Y/N talk about how she would still do lunches with Gemma. Even admitted that she would try to find a way to bring Harry into conversation just to see if he was doing okay.

Harry confessed that he knew, because Gemma told him, and Y/N could not have gone a darker shade of pink.

Harry recounted to her every moment he could remember of when the boys teased him, mimicking their voices the best he could to make her laugh.

“So then it was really me you lot were whispering about all those times?” Her giggle has Harry smiling like a child who’s just found out their crush likes them back.

And it’s not that she doesn’t believe him, it’s just nice hearing him say it.

“What ye’ laughing for?? Was a real pain in the ass. Wouldn’t leave me alone ‘bout it.”

She laughs even harder then.

“D'ye know how hard it was t'keep them from sayin’ anythin’ t'ye? Didn’t wan’ ye’ finding out over one of Louis distasteful jokes.”

“I’m surprised I didn’t actually.”

Harry chuckles at that, reminiscing on the countless times Louis’ comments nearly got him caught.

All in all, it was nice.

It was nice to have Harry back. To have him on the verge of tears at her lame jokes. 

“Knock, knock!” Y/N excitement grew because she had honestly just came up with this one.

“Who’s there?” Harry loves jokes. He loves telling them and having people laugh because they think his jokes are witty. He’ll even take people laughing at them because they’re plain idiotic. Harry also loves being told a joke, especially if it’s Y/N.

“Woo.” And she’s trying to contain herself. 

Harry and Y/N are similar in the way that when they’ve got a real funny joke to tell, or at least they think they do, they laugh for a ridiculous amount of time before they’re even able to tell it. Or they’ll start their joke, and as they rehearse it in their head, they’ll explode into laughter, eyes squinty and arms over their tummy because “s'a real good one okay! Jus’ wait.” This usually has others rolling their eyes at them because no one they know takes longer to tell a joke than they do.

“Woo who??”

“She’s an angel.” Harry thinks her excitement is priceless as she points at him with both index fingers. And he follows her lead for the sake of seeing her smile.

“Woo who! My only angel, woo who! She’s an angel, woo who! My my my my only angel!”

After that, she begged for an encore. Actually, she had him sing bits and pieces from songs she wanted to hear raw, unplugged with no instruments. Harry, of course, complied.

Now, waking up to each other isn’t much different now than it was a few weeks ago when they were nothing more than best friends. 

Back then, if Harry wanted to lightly peck at her shoulder for some sort of reassurance that yes, his Y/N was still with him, he would. He would do it first thing when he woke up, a sour taste in his mouth because he needs to wash his teeth. And she never minded, returned his affection with a smile, hooded eyes crinkling because sometimes it was still too early for her. 

Back then, if Harry wanted to cuddle her whilst they lounged about at a friends house, he would. Didn’t matter if he was having a conversation on the couch with someone. The moment Y/N walked by in front of him, he would tug at her hand until she settled next to him, which never took much. She would roll her eyes at him, but smile none the less as he tucked a hand underneath her knees, moving them to rest on top of his thigh. He would then proceed with the conversation he’d been having, hand on Y/N’s calve.

It was normal for them, and their friends never asked questions anymore.
The only difference now, is that if Harry wanted to wake her up with a kiss to the lips, he can. 

And Y/N no longer feels the need to come up with some excuse when Harry suddenly wakes and catches her staring at him.

Instead, she smiles warmly, gripping at the heavily tattooed hand that rests on her waist. 

“Mmm, mornin’,” he manages, voice raspy enough that he coughs once to try and make his words sound clearer, “starin’ at my face were you?”

Y/N doesn’t try to hide it. She likes the way he’s looking at her, one eye peeking open, half a smile visible because half of his face is still pressed against the soft hotel mattress.

He stirs a bit, propping himself up on his forearm only to plop back down on his tummy, body closer to hers. 

Harry smiles wider at the touch of her fingers raking through his hair to get it away from his face, the pads of them grazing his scalp. 

Still the same. 

Harry’s arm lazily slung over her made her feel comfortable…safe. It’s not nearly as close as they’ve been before when they cuddle in bed, but something about his dopey smile and squinty eye has her feeling giddy. Because finally, she doesn’t have to hide the side of her she’s been wanting him to see. Affectionate in another sense, affectionate in a more free way. 

“S'that bad?” Y/N cuddles herself even closer, turning on her side and leveling her eyes to his. 

Harry says nothing. 

“Tell me again?”

And he doesn’t need to ask what she means by that. 

He simply moves to scoot closer again, lifts up his head to look at her better, and presses a kiss to her temple.

“I love you.”


Y/N doesn’t remember how she got home. 

She can’t believe she let herself get so upset over Harry interacting with his friends that she got so pissed drunk to the point she can’t remember much from last night. 

It’s all a haze, and if she knew she would be sporting a killer hangover, she would have stopped on the second drink. 


She reaches for the water and bottle of pills laid on the night stand, clearly aware that it must’ve been him who placed them there for her. 

Two pills in one gulp.

Even though the window curtains are closed, she can make out the lining of light that manages to seep through the edges of the material. And she really can never thank him enough for always taking care of her, especially when she gets like this and her tolerance wears thin.

"Harry?” She whispers, and again, no answer.

She can see the outline of his body sat on the chair by the corner of the room, slumped over, hands running through his hair.

“Hey. Baby? You okay?" 

As much as she wanted to stay in place, tucked under the comfort of the duvet, she needs to see if he’s okay. So she turns on the nightstand lamp, wincing in the process, and lifts up the covers. She crawls to the foot of the bed, head tilting in a way to try and get a look at him. 

"C'mere.” She pats the spot next to her. She would get up and go to him if she could, but she doesn’t trust her body enough to get her across the room with out falling at some point.

Harry doesn’t say anything still. But she notices the way his body shakes, and even he can’t completely silence the sobs escaping his lips. 

“Harry! Babe, no, no-” her frantic voice causes Harry to look up for a mere second, long enough for Y/N to make out the redness of his eyes, tears falling down from his cheeks.

He wipes at them hastily, bowing his head back down, trying to shut her out. 


How could Harry even think this girl looked anything remotely like his Y/N? 

His heart is racing still, mind going at a million miles an hour, but blank at the same time.

It’s shock that’s keeping him here. Sat on a bed foreign to him, next to a girl who’s seeming to be sleeping peacefully while his world falls apart. 

What the fuck is he to do?? 

He doesn’t think twice, he needs to talk to someone. He needs advice. 

But the minute he does it, the minute he opens his mouth and reaches out to’s out there. 

So if part of him wanted no one to find out, why has he phoned Louis? 

“Calm down, mate.” Harry doesn’t care much for the tone in Louis’ voice, he needs to talk to him.

“Look, Harry. I can’t understand what you’re sayin’ if you won’t call down!”

“Fuck, Louis!” He exasperates, “I fucked up. I fucked up and Y/N’s g'na hate me. I can’t lose her, Lou. Not her.”

Louis can recall a handful of times Harry’s gotten himself into serious trouble. He’s always been able to keep it on the low though. But for Harry to call him this distressed, stumbling over his words, and practically crying. That’s something else. He can’t recall the last time he’s heard him this shaken. 

“I don’ know who she is, Lou. I’ve got no fucking clue who this is.”

“Harry,” Louis really doesn’t wanna assume the worst, but he can’t think of anything else Harry would be frantically going on about that has to do with a chick, “what did you do?”

“I don’ know. I woke up in a bed tha’s not mine. Stripped down t'my briefs.”

“Shit! Harry!”

This is never a conversation either of them thought they’d ever be having.
“Did you use protection?" 

Shit. SHIT! That hadn’t even crossed his mind.

"I don’ know." 


Y/N can’t think of a single thing that might have Harry like this. She hops off the bed almost too fast, but catches herself before she can trip. 

"Love, why’re you crying?” She tugs at his hands to try and pry them away from his face, but he barely budges.

“Talk to me, H! Whatever it is we can get through it." 

The soft strokes of her hands on his thighs do little to nothing. How is he suppose to tell her?? How. What can he say? She’s going to hate him. But he can’t say he doesn’t deserve it. How could he have done that to her? 

"Harry, please, baby!" 

His heart breaks a bit more at the sound of her voice cracking, unable to contain herself.

He wants to tell her he loves her. He loves her so much that he can’t imagine Harry with out Y/N. Wants to tell her Harry doesn’t exist with out Y/N. But where does he start. 

The silence is eating at Y/N. It’s beginning to feel like there’s not enough air in the room. She continues to beg Harry to tell her what’s wrong. 

"You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want, H.” But she wishes he would. “Just tell me you’re okay,” still, the strokes of comfort from Y/N’s thumb on his waist fail at calming the uneasiness. 

A million things are going through her mind. But the only one she’s stuck on is literally squeezing at her heart.

What did she do?? Is this the end of them?

Written for @watsonsanatomy =)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight

Rosie was crying.  Again.  It was the fourth time that night, and John had barely gotten a wink of sleep.  He rolled out of bed and padded over to her crib.  She wailed up at him and reached out, and he picked her up in his arms, pressing his cheek to her forehead and murmuring “Shh, shh, it’s all right, daddy’s here.”

She felt warm.  Too warm.  As a doctor, John knew better than to panic about a little bit of a fever, but it still wasn’t a pleasant thought.  Still whispering soothing words against her head he carried her carefully down the stairs.

221B was dark and quiet, only the distant sounds from the street outside permeating the silence.  Of course Sherlock would pick tonight to go to bed at a reasonable hour when John had a screaming baby in his arms and was bumping into things left and right trying to get to the loo.

Ever since he’d moved back to Baker Street with Rosie he’d kept all of the medical supplies in the cabinet under the sink in the loo.  The hallway that led down that way was blocked off by a gate so she’d never be able to get to it.  He knew he had some baby medicine in there somewhere.

Rosie was still sobbing, but the sound was muffled by John’s shoulder, and Sherlock usually slept like the dead so John wasn’t too worried.  Until he hooked his foot on the top of the gate while trying to step over it and it came crashing down as he stumbled into the wall.

John cursed and heard a thump from inside Sherlock’s room, and a few second later the door swung open and Sherlock appeared, looking…well, endearingly disheveled and still half-asleep.  He squinted at John in the darkness.

“Is everything all right?”

Rosie’s cries stuttered a bit, and she picked her head up, craning her neck around to see Sherlock.

“Yeah, yeah, just…tripped over the damn gate is all.  Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Sherlock stepped closer, tilting his head slightly.  His eyes were slowly regaining their intellectual light, and he stopped in front of John, his gaze on Rosie, reaching out to flick on the hallway light.  John winced at the sudden brightness in his eyes, but when he managed to get a clear look at Sherlock he noticed a developing red mark on Sherlock’s cheek.

Rosie reached out a hand for him, and Sherlock gave her one of his fingers to hold onto.

“Why is she crying?” Sherlock asked.

“Daddy,” Rosie said.  John kissed her temple, letting her know he was still right there.

“She’s a bit feverish,” he said distractedly, stepping closer and reaching up with his free hand to touch Sherlock’s face.  “Did you–did you fall out of the bed?”

Sherlock’s flushed and smacked his hand away.  “No.”

John couldn’t prevent the grin.  Not that he tried very hard.  “Yes, you did, you fell out of the bed.”

“You startled me!” Sherlock snapped.  “Shouldn’t you be taking care of your daughter instead of interrogating me anyway?”

“Daddy,” Rosie said miserably.

“I know, love, I know, we’ll get you sorted,” John said.  Then, glancing back at Sherlock with another small grin, “You should really put some ice on that.”

Sherlock huffed and turned to sweep back into his room in characteristic dramatic fashion, but before he’d even taken three steps Rosie cried out, “Daddy, no!”

Sherlock froze.  So did John.  Rosie was squirming in his arms, reaching unmistakably for Sherlock who still had his back to them.

“Back, back, c’m back, daddy!”

John felt like something in his chest might burst, and he said, “Sherlock,” a bit hoarsely.  

Slowly, as if he was afraid he might break if he moved to quickly, Sherlock turned back around.  His eyes were wide, and he looked as Rosie like he’d never seen her before in his life.

“Daddy, daddy!” Rosie sobbed, her arms flailing out in front of her, but she couldn’t reach him.  She turned around to look at John, and her expression was almost accusatory.  “Want daddy!”

John stared at her, stunned, and then looked back at Sherlock who was still staring at Rosie, and there was something so so fragile in his eyes, something John wasn’t sure he’d ever seen before.  John did the only thing he could think to do, which was to put Rosie down on the floor where she immediately crawled over to Sherlock and pulled herself up by his pajamas.

“Daddy,” she said firmly, her little fists closed around the worn fabric as if she could keep him there by force.

It was like watching a statue learn how to move.  Sherlock leaned over, his movements strangely jerky, and pulled Rosie up into his arms where she immediately cuddled herself into his chest with a little sigh.

John suddenly found he needed to blink very rapidly.  “I–I’ll go get the, um, the medicine.  Can you just…?”

Sherlock nodded mutely, all of his attention on the little girl that had attached herself to him like a barnacle.  John hurried past them and went into the loo where he leaned back against the door and took a deep, shuddering breath. There was the sound of Sherlock’s muffled voice moving down the hallway, toward the sitting room, and of Rosie’s delighted replies that were mostly garbled noises.  

John listened to them and pressed the heels of his hands hard into his eyes, willing himself not to cry.  His chest ached, and he wanted nothing more than to go out there and wrap his arms around both of them and never let go.  

In hindsight he should’ve seen it coming.  Of course she would see Sherlock as her father.  He changed her nappies, he fed her, he played games with her, he played her the violin when she was fussy, he was…he was her father.

John let out a long breath and pushed off from the door, crouching down to rummage through the cabinet.  He had to pull himself together and get Rosie feeling better so he and Sherlock could have a much needed talk.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight

There will probably be a part two to this.  It just got…very long.  Ahem.  But I want my boys to have their kiss, soooo yeah.  :)

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Synopsis: While stopped in a town on their journey, Sakura Uchiha meets two new patients. Kind strangers, they give her an experience that will change her life forever.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything related. Everything written is purely fan-made and not intended for copyright infringement or unauthorized distribution. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Word Count: 2327, this is so much longer than I had intended it to be. Oops?

12 days. 12 days had passed since the pain began. Uchiha Sakura hadn’t complained about it, she didn’t want her husband to worry or think there was a problem. She was a medical shinobi. She’d know if there was an issue. Nevertheless, the sharp cramps irritated her. So did the peeing. She had to pee. It felt like it was constant, she knew the way she had always been asking to stop for a break the past week was beginning to annoy her husband. He wasn’t a man who liked to take things slow. He’d never been, she feared he’d send her away if she kept up this atypical attitude. So she tried to stop it. She held her bladder as long as she could and didn’t complain about the pain in her abdomen. She didn’t mention the emotional drain she felt, instead she blamed it on poor sleep and bad weather. She had been tired, tired for so many years of being a burden on him, she didn’t want to become one again. You’re not a burden anymore, Sakura. She thought to herself, reminding herself that his seemingly insensitive comments were that of endearment. After all, he had asked her to be his wife. Still, she couldn’t fathom why she had begun to feel so awful.

On the 13th day, the newly-wed couple made their way into a new town. A tiny place, only a few houses and shoppes in the area. Sakura walked closely to her dear husband, watching as he examined the area. It was part of his redemption, he’d stay and offer help to these townsfolks if they needed it. Even minor assistance, he’d insist they were no bother. Watching him interact with the people of the town, her heart swelled with love and admiration for the man she called Sasuke-kun. He had been working so hard, for so many years to redeem himself of his crimes. Their home village of Konoha had forgiven him, and their friends in Suna had as well. Word was quickly spreading of the bloodline Uchiha’s good deeds, but all was not forgiven. There were still many who thought he should never be forgiven, who thought he should be thrown in jail or executed. Sakura tried not to mind any attention to them. She knew her husband was a good man, that he planned to spend the rest of his days helping people and protecting the ones he held dear to his heart.

As Sasuke spoke to the town leader, a little old man with a silly mustache, Sakura noticed a woman with a large, round belly and a small boy by her side. She approached them, a smile drawn on her tender features.

“Hello, I’m Sakura.” She introduced herself, giving a little wave to the boy. He stepped behind his mother, peering around her leg.

“Hello Sakura, my name is Hyoshi. This is my son, Ako.” She waved again, though upon closer inspection the two did not look to be in good health.

“Are you two alright?” She asked, her eyes drifting naturally to the woman’s protruding belly. Hyoshi sighed.

“Our town is very poor, we can’t afford much. Ako and I haven’t been able to afford healthcare in a long time. We do our best to keep ourselves healthy, but with so little money we have to buy what we can in order to sustain ourselves.” Sakura felt for the two, offering a kind hand.

“Maybe I can help treat you. There are plenty of plants in the area to make natural elixirs.”

“That’s very kind of you, but we couldn’t pay-” Hyoshi began a small protest.

“No need, my husband and I are more than happy to help people who need it.” She looked over to Sasuke, who at that moment was showing a young man the proper way to hold a kunai knife. The boy couldn’t have been much older than an average genin, Sakura guessed he was likely asking for tips on how to protect his family.

“Isn’t that Uchiha Sasuke?” The woman whispered, the breath lost from her voice. Sakura nodded.

“He’s changed a lot since his past, he’s gone to many places just like this and helped people all over.” Ako watched, his eyes wide in awe.

“That’s very noble of him. It’s good to know he’s turned himself around.” Hyoshi commented. Sakura smiled.

“Darling! Will you come here please!” Sasuke looked back from his activity, handing his knife to the boy. He approached the women and child.

“What is it?” He asked.

“I’m going to help these people, but I’m going to need some plants. Will you get them for me?” He nodded, waiting for her to tell him what to retrieve. She took a quick look over Ako, then over Hyoshi.

“How many months are you?” She asked. Hyoshi smiled.

“I’m due any day now.” Sakura ran off a long list of various plants and berries to him, watching a moment as he left town.

“Are you sure he’ll be able to find all that?” Hyoshi asked, her skeptical face drawn in. Sakura nodded.

“Of course he will, now we should get you two inside and sitting down. Is there a place we can go?” Hyoshi took her to the Inn, where upon request they were given a temporary room. Just as long as Sakura needed to heal them, under the circumstances of the pregnancy. Hyoshi sat in a chair at the corner, watching this famed kunoichi treat her son. She stripped him to his underwear and scrubbed his back with water, cleaning the germs he picked up off and rinsing out his hair. The boy was feverish, Sakura guessed his temperature was around 101 or 102 degrees. With a fresh rag, she soaked cold water and lay in on top of his head. She told him to rest, that she was now going to help his mother before Sasuke returned. Walking to Hyoshi, she asked that she moved to a stool nearby and began a thorough examination of her. Noting a strain on her lower and upper back, she attempted to use her medical ninjutsu to heal the pulled nerves.

Much to her surprise, she was unable to focus her chakra as she was required to. She tried again, still unable to focus.

“I..I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s going on with my chakra.” She admitted, embarrassed with herself.

“Don’t feel bad, I had this pain while pregnant with Ako as well.” Sakura nodded, and continued her examination. She learned that Hyoshi was overdue to give birth, at least by 3 weeks. She couldn’t imagine the pain she was enduring, her energy levels dangerously low. She fetched a glass of water for her two patients and waited with them for her husband.

“Again, I’m so sorry my chakra is behaving so strangely. I’ve never had this problem before.” Hyoshi gave a laugh.

“Have you considered the possibility that you’re pregnant?” She asked. Sakura’s eyes all but fell out of her head.

“Pregnant? I’m not.. I’m not pregnant! There’s no way.” A coy smile crossed her new friend’s face.

“Are you not being intimate? Because a woman like you, with a husband of his looks, I’d find that difficult to believe.” Now, Sakura blushed. She didn’t enjoy talking about her intimate life with Sasuke. Those times were theirs, theirs alone.

“Well, yes, but I don’t see how that can automatically make me pregnant. We, uh, we aren’t very new at intimacy.”

“That may be, but it’s all about the timing. Perhaps you were ovulating and his swimmers were stronger than the past times. Perhaps you were in a position that lead to it easier than most.” Sakura furrowed her brow, deep in thought, remembering their time together before her pains had begun.

They had done it in a cave, on a rainy night. Twice with her on top. After cuddling for hours, she found herself waking up highly aroused. Sasuke had been happy to give her satisfaction, though less enthused with her request to take her on her hands and knees. She loved it best like that, he was able to hit her in her most sensitive spots, she finished much faster and harder than their other positions. Suddenly a tidal wave of information washed over her, she remembered her lessons she’d been taught through lecture and experience on pregnant women. The symptoms, the stages, the specifics of an almost promised impregnation. So much of it had applied to her now.

Sasuke entered the room, a satchel of plants and berries, along with some bowls and jars. Sakura took the supplies from him and worked restlessly to create the needed medicine for Hyoshi and her son. Once the three elixirs Ako needed were complete, she began working on Hyoshi’s. Sasuke watched intensely, following her each step with his eyes.

“Here, this should endue labor.” Sakura said, offering a dark blue drink to the woman. She drank it happily.

“How can we ever thank you?” Sakura smiled, waving the notion of a thank you away.

“You’ve already helped me plenty. Though, we’ll stay in town so I can help deliver your baby, I want to make sure it’s healthy.” Hyoshi nodded, Sasuke and Sakura asked the Inn Keeper for a room.

Two days later Hyoshi went into labor. Ako, afraid of his mother’s screams, waited outside the Inn room with Sasuke. Sakura stayed with Hyoshi, giving words of encouragement at the birth progressed. With a scalpel she cut the cord, wrapping the small newborn in a blanket and showing her to Hyoshi. She rinsed the baby girl off and gave her to her mother, inviting Ako and Sasuke in.

“We’ll give you a minute.” She said, walking out as the little family welcomed it’s newest member. Sasuke followed.

“Wait here in case they need anything, I have to go to something quickly.” She said, handing him a few dollars to pay for their stay. She walked to the market, only  small one-roomed building with a few shelves and a young man behind the counter.

“Hi, do you sell pregnancy tests?” She asked. He smiled.

“Sure do.” He reached under the counter and pulled a pink box out, the label reading “Instant Home Pregnancy Test” on the front. Sakura paid the man and left, without a word more said. Anxiety built in her throat and chest, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to be a mom. It was easy, taking care of other’s kids, but she knew her own would be entirely different. She returned to the Inn, to Hyoshi’s room, with her test tucked away in her pouch.

“Have you decided on a name?” She asked. Hyoshi nodded.

“We’ve decided to call her, Sakura.” Sakura thanked them, wishing them the best of luck with their lives and went back into her own room, Sasuke close behind.

“Are we leaving now, Sakura?” He asked. Sakura nodded her head.

“I just need a few minutes, I have to use the bathroom.” Though she faced away from him, towards the door, she felt him roll his eyes. He wasn’t irritated at her, maybe only slightly annoyed she was prolonging their stay, but he wouldn’t refuse a simple bathroom request.

She walked into the bathroom and locked the door, pulling the box out and opening it. A folded up piece of paper fell out, printed instructions on how to take the test. She read them carefully, she knew how to take the test but there was no harm in being sure. It would take 2 minutes for her results to come in. One line would mean she’s not pregnant, two lines meant she was.

She was almost too nervous to pee. It frustrated her. She did everything she could to entice it out of her, finally succeeding just a tiny bit. The young woman hoped it would be enough for an accurate result. She set the test on the sink and waited. Counting each second as it passed, all the way through 3 minutes, just to be certain. Finally she was ready to look.

As she took the test off the sink, a million thoughts raced through her mind. She didn’t know if being pregnant was what she wanted or not. Every second she had decided on her hopes, her mind and heart told her to feel the opposite.

The next thing she knew, she was staring at two light pink lines, staring up at her, confirming that she was indeed pregnant. Tears began flowing heavily out of her eyes, silent, blurring her vision. Happiness washed over her body, excitement drowning out her pain. She stood and walked out, the test clutched firmly in her hand behind her back.

“It’s about time, what were you taking so long for?” Sasuke asked, sitting slouched in their own rooms chair, his chin resting on the palm of his hand. Trembling, the pinkette pulled the test out from behind her back, pointing to it.

“I.. I was doing this.” She said. He furrowed his brow, stepping over to her.

“What is that?” He asked, taking her hand, looking at the results of an unknown test.

“A pregnancy test, Sasuke-kun..” She trailed of a moment, looking to meet his eyes. “We’re going to be parents.” She was suddenly engulfed in a black cloak and warm embrace, his hold on her tight.

“We’re going to be parents.” He softly spoke, hearing it come from him made her heart swell. She nodded over his shoulder, her tears once again flowing freely. He pulled away to look at her, his own dark eyes gleaming with wetness. Not a word more was said then, the two dried their eyes and left the small town, hand in hand.

There would be time later to discuss the news, but for now, they’d continue on their journey together, letting the news of a new arrival settle in their minds and in their hearts.

pillow talk, #3: lower standars

Being in a relationship it’s not only constant and good sex, it’s meaning in the sack and late night conversations of the weird kind. Hyde blinked a couple of times after realizing, with an arched eyebrow, this new level he had reached with his chick today.

“Wait, wait, wait… your feets are cold… Jackie!”

Her giggle filled the room, Hyde rolled his eyes and cuddle her to his chest as she moved her feet from between his legs. They were damn cold, alright.

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Take Me to Church

Originally posted by kendaspntwd

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: What about an imagine to the song Take Me to Church by Hozier with Tommy? Not everyone approves of their relationship but she’s perfect for him and he’s perfect for her. Maybe she’s the one person that calms him down from his nightmares or is his rock in the mess that is their life. His church.

My lover’s got humor
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshipped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak
She’s the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week

Y/N heard the front door squeak shut as Ada snuck out. The moon was high in the sky and everyone else was asleep. For the first time in weeks, Tommy looked peaceful. The opiate pipe next to the bed was the cause, but Y/N knew better. She knew what horrors were held behind Tommy’s lids.

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anonymous asked:

poly relationship with taehyung (bts) & amber (f(x)) x reader ((if you do stuff like that))

Now that it’s been mentioned, I think I really love this concept omg

  • the three of you would have the biggest bed possible because amber is such an odd sleeper (she never stays in one position, or keeps her limbs to herself; cuddling is out of the question)
  • but it’s amazing for the days when you all want to actually cuddle and have a movie marathon
  • taehyung takes candids of the both of you on his phone because he “wants to remember how beautiful his babies looked today”
  • even if you don’t think you looked good in the photos, they both thought you looked stunning
  • “ooh, send me that!”
  • they’d have cute nicknames for you + each other
  • taehyung would call you something that’s cute and very corny, like “pumpkin” and amber something equally so, like “sugarplum”
  • amber, however, would light-heartedly call you her “babygirl/boy” and taehyung something simple, like “taehyunggie"
  • whenever you or taehyung bring up the topic of children, amber will jokingly remind you both that the three of you have a hard time taking care of jackjack, let alone a baby
  • taehyung also really wants another pup, but it’s still “being decided”
  • he also hasn’t given up on art museum dates, hoping you could keep amber more calm
  • sadly, she was still a ball of energy
  • she would randomly call the both of you beautiful
  • and tae likes to squish your cheeks a lot
  • so many nighttime adventures!!
  • amber and tae both get down from time to time, which results in venting sessions and comedy movies
  • and sometimes, the sweetest sex
  • the sex would be great, but i feel like that would be a list of its own
  • in short: the three of you would have a very healthy relationship, even if not everyone understood. there’s so much love and sunshine between the three of you, and you’re always there for each other, even if you can’t be physically
Serenity | Dan Howell

Hello! This is a short fanfic about Dan Howell based on the request below. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!

“That was probably one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen.” Dan announced as the title screen started playing and shook his head with a laugh. His friend did not respond like usual so he turned his head to face her only to find out she had fallen asleep next to him. “I guess that means you agree.” He mumbled to himself and looked at her, she looked so peaceful sleeping it would be a crime to wake her up right now. He spend a little while doubting whether to get a blanket and leave her asleep on the couch or to carry her to his bed and take the couch himself before deciding on the latter. He quietly got up and turned the tv off, moving himself into a position where he could pick her up easily. He picked her up bridal style, constantly checking whether he was waking her up, but apart from a small murmur and a few head turns she still seemed fast asleep. He flipped the light switch with his elbow and on his tip-toes carried her to his bedroom across the hall.

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Old friends (Dylan)

Words: 1933

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Columbine

Request: Ok i hve a request! Can you make one after 4/20 where you were dylan’s gf and you’ve been so depressed after the massacre so one night while home you see dylan and he’s like i have one night to spend time with you and you guys talk & kiss & stuff SORRY THIS IS A MESS BUT LOVE U


Half of the people who came over kept saying that it would be a quick recovery, the other half kept saying that she was bad for getting hung up over it.

“Oh he killed people! He killed your friends, how are you sad?”

“He’s a monster, why do you miss him? Are you crazy too?”

Internally, (Y/N) wanted to get over it, be able to stand up proudly and talk about who he really was, but every time his face came to her mind, she would choke on her breath, beginning to sob into her sweater again. She was angry at him, she was so mad, but not for the reasons she should have been. She was mad that he had left her all alone, with everybody upset with her for something she didn’t do. She was mad that he didn’t think to warn her, he didn’t have a way to tell her that things weren’t okay with him.

And then she was sad, sad that this was the end for him, that he wasn’t going to do all the stuff that he talked about. When he talked about it, he spoke with a dreamy sense, as if his future was going to be the most ethereal experience that anybody had ever experienced.

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anonymous asked:

How about prompt "it's okay to cry"?

Yep, no problem! Thanks for the prompt! <3

A Bend in the Road

Astrid thought life was much like the ocean, you never knew what it might do. You may be watching it, and think as it comes rolling towards the shores that it’ll crash with foam and bubbles, but then it turns and gently laps the sands instead. It was always unpredictable. Like life. You never knew when life would take a sharp turn, or a detour, or go downhill, or make an uphill climb. Some had a nice straight path for their life, easy, sweet, and happy.

Why couldn’t hers be a lane? Be a predictable stream? 

She wrapped her arms around her knees, drawing them close to her chest and resting her chin against them, staring bright eyed at the ocean and sunset before her. She watched the water lap playfully, reasonably calm today. Why was it so happy? Today was not a happy day, today deserved to be covered in clouds and rain, to be stormy and gloomy. Nothing about today deserved happiness.

Her mother was gone. Forever.

She’d never come back. She’d never give Astrid another battle axe. She’d never go through training session with her ever again. She’d never smile, never tell stories, never laugh, never hold her, never give her reassurance, never give her advice, never… never be there again…

Astrid stifled a sob, swallowing hard to keep the tears from coming. She was a Hofferson. She would not shame her family name by crying, even if there was no one but Stormfly there to see her.

She kept her gaze on the water and sky below her, her feet inches away from the edge of the cliff. She sighed shakily, wondering why- what had she done- to make this happen? Why had her mother had to go? Why did her heart have to fail? Why was she gone?

“Astrid?” came a gentle voice from behind, and it was almost as though Astrid was expecting it. She wasn’t startled, she didn’t give a little jump of surprise, somehow she knew he would come.

She didn’t reply, because honestly she didn’t know if she wanted him to leave or not. Deep down she knew she wanted him near, but her pride was on top of that, and it told her to suck it up and push away sympathy.

Hiccup stepped beside her, but she didn’t bother to look at him. After a second or two, he dropped down to sit beside her, his legs going to dangle off the side of the cliff.

 “How’re you doing?” He asked softly, his voice kind, gentle, and sweet. It made Astrid wish he’d just go away, because when he talked like that she couldn’t help but feel her resolve give away. Especially the tears. She really wanted to cry, and she’d been doing fine so far, but somehow Hiccup’s calm voice had a way of disarming her… making her emotional barriers fall away.

“Fine.” She answered curtly, her tone coming a bit sharper then she’d intended. She refused to look at him, she knew if she did she’d fall apart. 

“You’ve… you’ve been gone all day.” Hiccup went on. She continued staring, now unseeing towards the sea. The sea where only hours earlier her mother’s pyre had disappeared.

“Wouldn’t you isolate yourself if you’re mother had just died?” She asked, once again sounding harsh and almost rude. She didn’t care, she just wanted to be left alone, wanted to let her mind travel on, wanted to disappear… she just wanted to wake up from this awful nightmare.

“I…” Hiccup’s voice trailed off, his voice never losing that calm tone. “I just thought you might want…”

“Want what?” She snapped irritably. Why couldn’t he take a hint and just go away?

“Someone…” Hiccup murmured. “I-I’m sorry, Astrid.” He whispered, and even though she couldn’t see him she knew he was looking at her, and it took all she had to not look back.

But her resolve slipped, and she let herself speak the soft words, “Why, Hiccup? Why did it have to be her?”

“I-I don’t know, Astrid.” Hiccup replied quietly. “Sometimes… these things happen. And the winter was hard on her, and her heart was weak…” He paused, and she waited for him to continue, although she doubted his words were helping her any. “She was in pain from her heart decease, Astrid. Don’t… wouldn’t you rather her be happy and without pain?”

“Yes.” She replied. “But, why… why did it all have to happen to her in the first place?” She bit her lip again to keep from crying, her emotions crawling up her stomach and into her chest. 

“I don’t know.” came Hiccup’s whispered response. “But I know she’d want you to be happy, to not mourn over her passing.”

Astrid let out a choked sob, squeezing her eyes shut to keep from crying outright.

A hand rested lightly on her back, and she stiffened under his touch. “It’s okay to cry, Astrid.”

That did it. The dams broke and the tears began streaming down, no matter how hard she tried to stop them. Hiccup’s arm wrapped even tighter around her shoulder, pulling her against his chest while his other arm went to envelope her in a hug.

She cuddled against him, letting herself sob and cry against his shirt. The entire time he whispered soothing words and rubbed her back softly, making her sob all the harder. Why was he being so nice? She’d been treating him like crap all day and yet he was still being the sweet guy he always was…

“I miss her, Hiccup.” She gasped between sobs. “She- she was so special.”

“Shh, yes I know…”

“I’m all alone now.” She continued, her voice growing softer as her sobs quieted, but the tears continued falling.

“Never.” Hiccup’s voice was firm, yet gentle. He lifted a hand to clumsily push the bangs out of her face, even though he wasn’t looking at her. Her head was still pressed against his chest, her hands clutching the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re never alone, Astrid. I’m here for you, the gang is here for you, all of Berk is here for you. And I’ll always be here for you. Don’t-don’t ever forget that.”

She nodded, but didn’t let go of him. He didn’t let go of her either, and she took that as permission to stay where she was, held close and safely against his warm and comforting body. 

Yes. Hiccup was there for her. How could she have forgotten? Hadn’t he said so only a few weeks ago? 

There will always be a Hiccup and Astrid.

She clung to him harder, desperately hoping he was right, and that she wouldn’t lose him too.

demonchild07  asked:

How do they deal with jealousy and in what situations do they tend to be jealous? (Saw someone else ask but diff ship)- bees

Yang rarely gets jealous. The only situations might be when Blake doesn’t give her enough attention, maybe due to being caught up in reading a book or studying, not really because Blake’s spending time with other people. Yang will try to ignore it until it bothers her too much and then she’ll just demand cuddles. Throws herself onto Blake, kisses her and asks her to read something from her book to her. Gently whispers her attention could be of better use somewhere else. 

Blake’s more likely to get jealous. Yang is a very flirty person and it’s not like she thinks Yang should behave differently in any way, but she’s aware of the attention Yang gets, the looks people give her. So she’ll make sure everyone knows Yang’s her girlfriend. Wrapping her arms around her, gently kissing her cheek or her lips, resting her head on her shoulder. Yang totally loves it, because usually Blake rarely does that. 

They’re both not likely to get jealous in an unhealthy way. Even when Blake gets jealous, she knows the problem is with her or the people around Yang, not her girlfriend, and the way she acts on it is just really cute. Yang on the other side knows Blake sometimes needs time for herself. Especially at the beginning of their relationship she’s scared to push herself on to Blake too much. But she learns to read Blake’s signs, to know when Blake wants to be left alone and when she doesn’t mind being disturbed. 

I love all the bumblebee asks. 

lorelailuke  asked:

rucas for the ship thing :)

AHHH nice thank you hilde i was hoping someone would ask rucas, i can always count on you 

  • who hogs the duvet: riley fjdkaf riley is such a snuggle bug, that she always always wraps herself up in the blankets, and lucas would be annoyed, but riley always cuddles herself up next to him when she’s all wrapped up in the blankets, and she’s just so darn cute about it, he can’t be mad. so he just wraps his arms around her and uses her body heat to keep him warm. 
  • who texts/rings to check how their day is going: both of them, but riley does it far more often. i’m diving a little more into hc territory and @friarlucas‘s fic, but this happens especially during junior-senior year of high school when things aren’t Great with lucas, so riley is always just texting him, asking him how he is and giving him little encouragements to get through the day. 
  • who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: riley! lucas and riley are both hella pro gift givers, and always give each other very sentimental things that usually make the other one cry, but riley’s are always out of left field and lucas never, never sees them coming so when she gives them to him he’s like “????? i love you ????? how did you do this?????” 
  • who gets up first in the morning: riley, lucas doesn’t get up that much after her, but riley usually is awake with the sun and she usually spends those early morning minutes before lucas is awake just Admiring him while he sleeps, because he looks so at peace. most of the time she’ll end up like stroking his face while he’s asleep which eventually ends up waking him up. 
  • who suggests new things in bed: fdjkaf probably riley. it’s always kind of sheepish too, like she’s always a little embarrassed about it, but her and maya are always reading cosmo and what not when they’re together and riley will see stuff and be like “huh….that’s……something” and it will take her like a week to finally bring it up to lucas but he’s always super cool about trying it, luckily at this point if they try something and it doesn’t work, they’ll just end up collapsed on each other in laughter. sometimes lucas almost never suggests things because he always gets worried about riley’s comfort, so he’s always afraid to make her uncomfortable. 
  • who cries at movies: riley cries at pretty much every movie her and lucas have ever seen, like she cried during some stupid comedy movie that they saw together and lucas was like “riley are you ok what happened” but that’s just bc riley is one of those sympathetic cries so if someone even lOOKS upset in a movie, she’s already in tears. however, whenever lucas and riley watch a movie where an animal gets hurts, lucas will  have to subtly wipe the tears from his eyes. they also both cry at disney movies, always. 
  • who gives unprompted massages: this is the same as i said in my zucas one, but lucas. with his fidgety hands, he’s always looking for something to do with them, and they almost always are doing Something relating to riley, whether that be braiding her hair or unbuttoning and buttoning up a shirt that she’s wearing, but one day while they’re studying, she casually mentions that she slept on her neck wrong and keeps moving it, so he just starts giving her a message, and it’s a win win situation, it gives lucas something to do with his hands and he gives really good messages to they always make riley feel better. 
  • who fusses over the other when they’re sick: they are both extremely, extremely guilty of this. both of them get fussy and jump into nurse mode when the other one in sick, the biggest difference is that when riley is sick, she lives for lucas taking care of her and he’s so good at it, always making her soup and bringing her medicine and making sure she always has a cold washcloth on her forehead and she loves it and it always makes her feel better to have him take care of her, whereas lucas gets VERY stubborn when he’s sick and for the first day he refuses to let riley take of care of him because “he’s fine!!” but then when he gets too weak to protest, riley is finally able to treat him with the same care that he treats her with when she’s sick. 
  • who gets jealous easiest: while riley has been prone to get jealous, lucas gets jealous a little more easily, mainly because he’s So scared of losing riley that it comes out more than he wishes it would. also lucas’ jealousy is usually completely impulsive and he’ll feel it even though he knows he has no reason to. this is something that really only happens in the earlier stages of their relationship, by the time they’ve been together for a while, they get much more confident in their relationship. 
  • who has the most embarrassing taste in music: lucas ajfkdaf lucas doesn’t think that he has embarrassing taste in music, but sometimes one of his songs will come on shuffle when they’re studying together and lucas will start humming or singing to himself and it’s some country song or weird 80s song that riley has never heard and she’ll just look at him across the room, and when he sees her looking at him, he’ll just start singing louder and getting more into it before riley just bursts into laughter and lucas is giving her a full on performance while trying to keep his own laughter in check because they’re NERDS 
  • who collects something unusual: while neither one of them have necessary unusual collections, they both keep pretty much EVERYTHING from their relationship. like riley has a box under her bed that has notes that lucas has written her, the riley sign he made during rah rah, movie ticket stubs, funny little drawings that maya has drawn of her and lucas, or that lucas has made for her, his valentine’s day cards, etc and lucas has a drawer in his desk that’s the “riley drawer” where the orange leaf sits, along with the little name tag she made him in sneak attack and just everything she’s ever given him or things that remind him of her. they both just have everything from their relationship, they’re hella sentimental. 
  • who takes the longest to get ready: riley, while lucas is extremely fussy with his own appearance, riley takes showers every morning and always takes a while to pick out her outfit, she doesn’t take all too long, but she takes a little bit longer than lucas, especially because she’s usually still getting herself ready when she fixes lucas’ hair and shirt the way she knows he likes them and then once riley has fixed his shirt and hair, lucas doesn’t touch it so then he just has a wait a couple more minutes for riley to finish up getting herself ready. he doesn’t mind though, because he loves watching her get ready in the morning. 
  • who is the most tidy and organised: neither one of them are “unorganized” per se, but lucas is definitely the more organized one of the two of them. he gets very weird about things being too out of order and it almost surprises riley how Clean his room is when she sees it for the first time. riley doesn’t let her room or locker get too messy, but if something is out of place, she doesn’t bother fixing it right away, unlike lucas, who kind of always needs things to be in their rightful place. 
  • who gets most excited about the holidays: riley! lucas doesn’t dislike christmas, but it was never a favorite holiday of his (especially with his weird kind of disconnected family), whereas riley has always loved it. she loves decorating their apartment and usually sets aside the first saturday in december for her and lucas to decorate together, they both make sure they take the day off, get a tree, make cookies so on and so fourth. lucas grows to love christmas as him and riley continue their relationship, but his excitement level never really competes with riley’s. 
  • who is the big spoon/little spoon: i’ve answered this before, but oH MAN lucas is almost always the big spoon, he’s very Protective of riley and while he’s well aware that she can take care of herself and doesn’t need his protection, he worries about her sometimes so when he’s the big spoon and he can just hold her in his arms, he feels at Peace because he knows that she’s safe. however, when things get Hard for lucas later in high school, sometimes riley is the big spoon and lucas likes it because riley feels like home and it makes him feel so much better. 
  • who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: riley! riley is very competitive sometimes (she gets that from her mother), and while she never gets particular competitive when she’s playing a game with lucas, she gets competitive on behalf of lucas, more than once she’s been talked to by the baseball coach for getting too aggressive from the sidelines of his baseball games and yelling at the refs. this only becomes worse when they have children and their children are involved in activities. 
  • who starts the most arguments: riley, however, it’s never because she actually wants to argue with him about something. they hardly ever argue to begin with, but sometimes if riley really needs him to Hear something, she’ll get really frustrated and just kind of immediately jump to the argumentative place. she hates arguing with him and fighting about things, but sometimes it’s the only thing that seems to work.  let it be known though, this only happens like FOUR times their entire lives bc they both hate fighting and are v v good at communication, so they can usually talk through their issues.  
  • who suggests that they buy a pet: ok so here’s the thing, lucas is a vet so he LOVES animals and he’s down with getting a pet, but he wants him and riley to do it together, and they both are just always busy so they don’t get a chance to go to the shelter together, however, one day while lucas is at the clinic or in his internship, riley happens to stop by the shelter, not because she’s going to ADOPT but just to look, but then she meets the absolute cutest little dog in the entire world and he’s a puppy and needs a home and she just can’t say no, she she adopts him right there on impulse, names him pluto and then surprises lucas when he gets home later that day. luckily, pluto and lucas immediately bond and he’s only a lil angry at riley for like .5 seconds for not telling him before pluto has him wrapped around his little paw. 
  • what couple traditions they have: riley and lucas LOVE to take naps together?? this is something that starts about sophomore year of high school and just continues throughout their relationship, they’ll come back to her house after school, he’ll give her his sweatshirt and they’ll just nap together. they also love to go to the movies together on their date nights, and lucas will get popcorn and chocolate and riley will get jellybeans and they’ll split their treats up and just stare at each other while the movie plays in the background (neither one of them ever remember what the movie was about), also STUDYING together, they love doing that. 
  • what tv shows they watch together: riley is the only, i repeat only person who is allowed to watch cuddle bunnies with lucas, it’s one of their favorite things to do if they’ve both had kinda hard days but aren’t able to fall asleep and take a nap, they’ll just cuddle on her bed and watch cuddle bunnies together. real talk, they love to watch just like goofy kids shows together, because it makes them both happy. and while riley is always trying to get lucas to watch the knicks with her, he usually tries to avoid it because knicks fan riley kinda scares him a lil bit. 
  • what other couple they hang out with: rucas and smarkle double date like all the time, especially when zay and maya are both single, bc they’re the couples of the group. they never do anything crazy but they always have a good time, later in life, they hang out with joshaya all the time too, especially when there’s a big matthews family gathering, like joshaya and rucas will just stand in the corner and judge the rest of riley and josh’s family. 
  • how they spend time together as a couple: riley and lucas do basically everything together, like they’ll study together, watch movies, bake together, eat together, take naps, talk ALWAYS, they don’t actually Go out that much but any moment that they get to spend together they love. 
  • who made the first move: i mean technically lucas did?? he was the one that asked riley out in first date, so he kinda jump started the whole romantic aspect of their relationship, but she kissed him first, so they both kinda made the first move. 
  • who brings flowers home: lucas!!!! he’s such a sap!!!!! he always brings riley flowers!!! like there’s this one flower shop down the street from them that has the prettiest purple roses and once a week lucas always brings her flowers, not for any reason in particular but when she asks, he’s like “oh you just look so pretty today” or “i brought one of your cookies to work and it made me really happy so i brought you these” like he’s such a sap he just wants to buy riley flowers every day of his life!!! 
  • who is the best cook: lucas and riley both like to cook, but lucas is way better at it than riley is. baking is much more riley’s speed. so usually lucas will cook dinner and riley will bake something for desert and then they’ll do the dishes together. 
9. I’m sick of feeling useless

A/N: YALL. life is up in the air, per usual, hence my lack of presence on this sacred trash hole of a website. BUT HERE I AMMMM. Sorry i suck. Here’s some garbage fluff that we all know you’re going to read on your phone while avoiding social interaction(s). errrthing is under #ficshit including the previous 8 prompts I’m too lazy to link xx

The List Is Right Here Dude…

They’d only been dating for three months and living together for three weeks when Chloe’s dad died. Friends for years before that, sure, but Beca was still testing the waters on the whole “girlfriend” aspect of their friendship and relationship. She didn’t know what was and wasn’t normal or what was and wasn’t necessarily “allowed” when she was with Chloe. Cut the girl some slack, the only real relationship she’d had before this one was with Swanson.

Apparently they knew he was sick, he had been for a while, but things were looking up and he was getting better. That was until Chloe’s mom drove out to Atlanta to their shared apartment to break the news.

Beca didn’t really know what to do. She was never good with her own emotions let alone others. She tried to comfort Chloe and her mother best she could over the past few days, but she just felt awkward and she’s pretty sure they could tell. They could totally sense her fear, so she saw herself out.

“Hey, Chlo. I’m just uh- I’m gonna run to the store real quick. Do you guys need anything? Say the word and it’s yours. Just not a puppy because you know what happened last time.”

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