happy birthday to my favorite person in the whole wide world

Imagine Chris coming home early for your birthday.

A/N: My loves, this is a piece for all the birthday babies. Special shoutout to @shadowprincess0218 who requested a imagine for her birthday, here you go. Happy birthday, hun! Hope you have a wonderful, fantastic day. X

You strolled home from Magnolia Bakery with your phone against your ear and a paper box containing your favorite chocolate cupcake in your hand. You were on the phone with your boyfriend, Chris, who was in his home away from home in California due to work commitments. His job and its constant need to take him away from you didn’t bother you until it came to things like birthdays and anniversaries and holidays; those were the times that made you miss him the most. His absence made the day seem like just another day, which was why you declined when your friends wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate.

“I wish you were here,” you told Chris and he smiled. “I don’t even care if we just eat cake and watch TV, I just want you to be next to me.” You used your shoulder to hold the phone against your ear so you could start picking at your cupcake. “You, me, Dodger-” you murmured with your mouth full, “that’s all I need.”

Little did you know that Chris was actually sitting on your apartment doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a small black box in his jacket pocket. He’d been planning to propose for a while- two and half years he’d been together with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer considering he knew six months in that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He had planned quite a few times to pop the question but nothing ever seemed perfect enough for someone as special as you. He finally decided to just do it when you subtly reassured him that you didn’t care how he did it because as long as it was him asking, that was that mattered. It was thanks to his mom, actually, that you found out he was thinking about proposing. A week ago, while you were having lunch with Lisa and she let slip he was stalling because he couldn’t think of the ‘perfect’ way to propose. You were touched because it was kind of cute; you always knew Chris was the kind of guy who wanted the perfect proposal memory. But you were also impatient because it could have been another two and a half years before he figured out the perfect way to propose, so you nudged him along. You had no idea the nudge took him to today.

It’d been a whole month since he last saw you and his heart skipped a beat when he did. You turned the corner, looking as beautiful as ever in something as simple as a soft grey sweater, blue jeans, and black thigh high boots; his breath hitched in his throat and he smiled. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, straightening his brown suede jacket as he descended from the stairs. His heart started to pound against his chest; his hand tightened around the bouquet and he patted the small bulge in his jacket pocket. This was it, he was going to do it. He chuckled as he watched you; you were too engrossed with your cupcake to realize the one person you wanted to see was standing not thirty feet away from you.

“It’s a little difficult to book a last minute flight for dogs,” he told you and your eyes narrowed at the echoey effect. “But it’s not so bad for humans.” He chuckled softly, holding up one hand to give you a small wave when you looked up. “Hey, I have to go.” You let out a breathy chuckle of disbelief, smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. “I just saw the love of my life walk up,” he said into the phone then hung up.

“Chris!” You ran towards him, dropping your cake as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed and picked you up and spun you in a circle. “Oh my God,” you felt your eyes welled in your eyes and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, beautiful.” He let out a satisfied sigh, clutching onto you tightly. “God, it is so good to see you.” He squeezed you as tightly as you squeezed him, neither of you wanted to let go because the past month seemed like an eternity. “Phone calls and FaceTime sessions will never make up for this.”

“Never leave me again.” You told him and both of you chuckled softly because it was an impossible request; as happy as you were, you knew he couldn’t stay for long. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you told him as you started to pull away. “Thank you, baby.” You said when you took the bouquet he was holding out for you. “These are beautiful. You just made my birthday a thousand times better,” you pecked him on the lips, smiling.

“Only a thousand?” He asked with a smile and you chuckled because you didn’t realize he was using that as a segway to pop the big question. “I was actually hoping to make it a million times better.” He told you, slipping his hand into his jacket pocket as he descended down on one knee.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“There will never be a perfect time, or a perfect way to propose.” He began, flipping the little box open to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring; from the looks of it, Chris followed the three month’s salary rule which was insane considering who he was and what he did for a job. “But,” he paused for effect, his smile widening as he took your left hand in his. “There is a perfect person for everyone and you, my love, you’re mine.”

“Chris,” your voice quivered out of excitement and nerves.

“Shhh,” he chuckled, pressing one finger to his lips. “I wanted a Disney World proposal but I’m doing it on your doorstep instead, the least you can do is let me make my speech.” He joked and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to show you were going to shut it. “Okay, where was I? Yes, um-” he cleared his throat, catching his train of thought. “I know it’s ridiculous and you may think I’m just saying it for the sake of the romance, but- I knew when I met you that we were going somewhere. You were like this light that wouldn’t stop shining on my life, even the darkest days felt bright with you in it. The past two and a half years have been both an absolute dream and utter hell for me,” he said and your eyes narrowed in confusion; he chuckled softly and explained. “Because you’re amazing and I love every second with you, but it’s also been a long one million three hundred and fourteen thousand seconds to get to this moment. If I could’ve,” his voice quivered as tears welled in his eyes, “I would’ve proposed after our first date.”

“Just ask me already,” you urged, laughing to stop yourself from crying.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, smiling.

“Yes,” you nodded.

He smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger before getting up off the ground to wrap his arms around you and draw you in for the kiss of a lifetime. It felt as though all the stars aligned that night and no birthday was ever going to top this one. Chris broke the kiss and hugged you tightly, you smiled and held up your hand in front of the both of you to admire the ring.

“This is possibility one of the most impractical things you’ve ever bought,” you told him and he chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Like I love it, it’s beautiful. I mean- don’t get me wrong. I’m very, very impressed with the ring-”

“Then just kiss me and shut up,” he chuckled.

“But,” you continued and he groaned, feigning annoyance; you chuckled. “We could’ve used the money to buy that beautiful house we saw a few months ago, have somewhere we can call ours instead of yours or mine. I mean- yeah, I have my place and you have yours but- don’t you want somewhere we can call ours?” You didn’t know if you were making sense but from the look on Chris’ face, you knew he understood what you meant. “You get it, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you get my job, right? I can afford to buy both, which is kind of what I did.” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as he pulled away from you. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of brand new keys. “Remember your dream house?” Your jaw dropped and you held out your hand excitedly, he chuckled and placed them in the palm of your hand. “Well, it just became a reality.”

Just Because

A/N: An anon request where Spencer and the Reader’s three year old daughter asks Spencer why he fell in love with her mommy. :D @coveofmemories

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As you walked around the kitchen making Spencer’s birthday dinner, Spencer watched as your three-year-old daughter, Lily, ran down the hallway and into his lap. “Happy Birthday, Daddy,” she said, wrapping her little arms around his neck before plopping down into his lap.

“Thank you, my sweet girl,” he said softly as he looked across the living room to where you were dancing around. You didn’t like to cook all that often, but when you did, you tended to go all out, especially for a special occasion. “Mommy should be done with dinner in a little while. You want me to tell you a story while we wait?” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you smile softly. You always loved hearing him tell your daughter stories.

“Yes,” she hissed happily. Saying S-words was especially hard at the moment considering she had a loose tooth. Normally, she didn’t have a preference, but today was different. “Can you tell me why you fell in love with mommy?” She looked between you both and then situated herself more firmly in his lap. 

She was probably expecting a grand and lavish story that turned their love into a fairytale, but in Spencer’s mind, it was the small things you did and said that made him love you - the little things were more important than where you went on your first date or how you looked on your wedding day. “Well,” he started, leaning back into the couch, “I fall in love with mommy over and over again. All the time.” You turned around and blew a kiss in his direction. 

“How do you do that?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with questions still unanswered. 

There were so many reasons he loved you. Where was he even supposed to start? “One reason I love mommy is that even though we work together, and she knows what goes on in my day all the time, when we get home, she still asks me how my day was,” he started. “That makes me realize that no matter how close or far we are away from each other, she still wants to know how I feel at the end of the day. It means she cares about what’s going on in here.” He pointed to your daughter’s heart. “That’s one of the many reasons I love mommy.”

“Tell me more,” she said, bouncing up and down on her father’s lap. “I wanna know all the reasons you love mommy.”

“All of them?” he asked animatedly. “That might take a while.” He’d be talking forever if he truly tried to recount why he loved you so much. Lily didn’t seem to care; she just sat back further into the couch and stared wide-eyed up at her father. “Ok, well another reason I love mommy is because she laughs at all of my really bad jokes.” On your first date all those years ago, you’d told him how much you loved bad puns, and he’d insisted he could tell you one that would make you groan. But it never happened. Your personal favorite was ‘what do you call an educated tube?…a graduated cylinder.’ It was so bad, but that’s why you loved them, and the way his face lit up at your laughter was enough of a reason to continue laughing.

Lily seemed to understand. “You do tell really bad jokes,” she replied with a smile. “But I still love you, so I guess that makes sense. Tell me more.”

As you continued cooking his birthday dinner, you listened in, falling in love with how he was describing the ways you loved him. His voice had an ethereal quality to it that just made you love him more. He told your daughter that you always snuggled up to him first thing in the morning, putting your head in the crook of his neck. Despite the jobs you had, that always made him feel grounded to the good in the world. Continuing, he told Lily how much he loved the messy bun you always put your hair in, how much he enjoyed watching you dance around the kitchen when you thought no one was watching, how he was grateful that you would eat at his favorite restaurant even though you hated it. There were so many little things you did for each other, he began to lose track. 

“Mommy is the most amazing woman in the whole world,” he said, placing Lily in his lap and looking toward you in the kitchen. “She listens to my stories even when she’s tired. When she reads to you, I love hearing her voice do all the different characters voices. I love the fact that at the end of the day, it could just be the three of us and I’d be happy forever. There is so much I love about your mommy.”

Lily looked enthralled, like she could listen to her father recount every single reason he loved you until the end of time. “What’s the biggest reason of all?” she wondered. 

He’d never thought about the biggest reason. It was just so cumulative. But there was one thing. After his father left, he always had this fear that no matter what he did, no one would ever be proud of him. After all, if his own flesh and blood wasn’t proud enough of him to stay, then how would anyone else be proud of him - all of him. He glanced your eye, not breaking eye contact as he spoke. “I think one of the biggest reasons I love mommy is because she’s proud of me. Even if I ramble on about things, or I get a little mean because I’m stressed out, mommy is proud to call me her husband.”

It had been quite a few minutes since you’d paid attention to making dinner. You were too enraptured with Spencer’s voice. “I am always proud to call your daddy, my husband,” you said, walking across the room to sit next to him and your daughter. You leaned over, giving him a soft peck on the lips as Lily looked on.

“Why do you love Daddy?” she asked you. 

Without looking in her direction, you spoke to Spencer, gently grazing his hand with your own. “I love Daddy because he loves me for exactly who I am. I’m a little hot-tempered. I’m a little weird. I like wearing sparkles and the color black. I’m a whole mess of different things, but no matter what I feel like on any particular day, I know that Daddy loves me regardless,” you said, smoothing back your daughter’s light brown hair. “I fell in love with Daddy just because.”

searching x and x finding

If Gon had never left Whale Island.

Word count: 1643

Summary:

“I  don’t believe in fate. Or destiny. But I do think that there are certain people in this world meant to find us. And sometimes, we’re the ones who must search for them.”

Gon doesn’t understand. “Isn’t that the same thing?” 

She smiles slightly, warm eyes crinkling up at the ends.

“No.”


Gon’s grandmother falls ill the week before Gon’s twelfth birthday.

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Hearts Don’t Break Around Here

A/N: Hello Again! I just wanted to say Thank you for taking time to read my little story. You don’t know how much I appreciate it or how happy it makes me to see that people actually like what I’m writing. So Thank you, Thank you, Thank you! You are wonderful, and I hope you’re having or have had a great day, if not I hope this brings you some small happiness. Wishing you the best! Hope you enjoy! (All lyrics will be in bold italics) Oh and little warning I used Google translate for this because I don’t know french.
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She is the sweetest thing that I know…

From the first moment you and Lafayette met, he knew he had met the sweetest person in the world. You had both been at a small café…

There was a huge crash and Lafayette looked over to see what it was. A girl had dropped a tray of food and drinks. She looked incredibly embarrassed and on the verge of tears. And that’s when he saw you. The second you heard the crash and saw the girls expression, you immediately went to help her. You started picking up pieces of glass and food that had spilled, she tried to decline your act of kindness, but before she could, you started talking.

“I used to work at a restaurant, and let me tell you, I don’t know how many times I tripped and made a mess, or how many customers, I may or may not have hit in the head with a tray. And that was just my first day,” you give her a smile, and a chuckle. “I eventually got the hang of it, and so will you, we all have days when nothing really goes right. Don’t beat yourself up over one little mishap.” You help her finish cleaning up, place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, and give her a wink and a kind smile before returning to your seat.

Your kindness completely astonished Lafayette, no one else moved a muscle to help the girl, and you were by her side in a second. It was your kindness that Lafayette had been attracted to first, but as he approached you, he could she just how beautiful you were. The way your hair was tucked behind your ear, the little smile you had as you read your book, the curve of your face. He was drawn like a moth to a flame.

“Um, excuse me,” you look up at him surprised that this very tall, incredibly gorgeous guy was talking to you, “I’m sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to tell you that your kindness inspires me, and you’re incroyablement beau,” at your confused face he corrected himself, “I’m sorry, incredibly beautiful.” He chuckles to himself, “you’re incredibly beautiful.”

You blush furiously and look down, then glance up at him again, “Thank you, so are you,” he gives a small smile and you realize what you said and quickly correct yourself, “I mean you’re very handsome.” Your blush intensifies, as he gives a small laugh, and the most wonderful sound.

“Would you mind if I sat with you?”, he asks hand on the chair across from you. You look into his dark brown eyes and see nothing but kindness.

“No, not at all. I’d like that,” you both smile at each other and that’s how your relationship begins.

You should see the way she holds me when the lights go low, shakes my soul like a pot hole everytime…

Lafayette discovered how shy you were as your relationship blossomed from friendship to significant others. You would blush everytime he held your hand, or look away whenever he complimented you. But he could see you slowly becoming more confident in your relationship. He was pleasantly surprised when you began grabbing his hand to hold, and placing little kisses on his cheek, he reveled in your sweet giggles, as a blush grew on his cheeks. Once he knew you were comfortable enough with him, he would pull you close and give you a quick kiss on the lips, everytime you kissed his cheek. Making the butterflies in your stomach flutter, and making you feel special.

Took my heart upon a one way trip, guess she went wandering off with it, unlike most woman I know, this one will bring it back whole.

Lafayette was completely enraptured in you, he trusted you with everything in him. He trusted you with his deepest secrets, fears, and flaws, knowing you would love him no matter what. Giving you his heart was one of the easiest things he’d ever had to do. With your kind heart and loving soul he had no fear you would ever break it.

Daisies, daisies perched upon your forehead. Oh baby lately I know

He knew how much you loved daisies, often deeming them the friendliest flower. So, he decided to take you to a whole field of them for your birthday. He had you close your eyes, as you reached the clearing. As your eyes opened and you saw hundreds of thousands of daisies, you squealed and jumped into his arms and kissed him as he easily caught you. As he released you, you immediately ran into the field, twirling while soaking up the sun and the beauty around you. He stood watched you, smiling wide as you twirled and even took a few pictures.

You couldn’t be happier that day, sitting in a field of daisies with your favorite person, you felt so full of love. Which was a big deal for you, having been hurt before due to your kind nature. But with Laf you knew you would be okay, you loved him more than anyone before, and you couldn’t deny how he felt about you. With the loving words he spoke, to his actions to make you feel special and loved everyday, there was no on else for you.

Lost in thought you didn’t notice Lafayette making you a crown of daisies. He held it out to you, “Chaque ange s besoin d'un halo, mon amour,” he says before placing it on your head. You smile at him knowing he called you an angel and the he had made you a ‘halo’, you hadn’t told him you’d been learning french.

“Laf, it’s beautiful, I love it, thank you,” you reply as you tackle him with another kiss, which he thoroughly enjoys wrapping his arms around your waist, smiling into your kiss.

Every night I’ll kiss you, you’ll say in my ear, oh we’re in love aren’t we?

That night you went back to his apartment and spent the night. With his arms wrapped around you and your head on his chest, you felt so full of love, “we’re in love, aren’t we Laf?”

You feel him go a little stiff before he sits both of you up. He stares at you as a smile grows on his face, You smile back, “I certainly am, Laf, I love you so”-

He immediately cuts you off with a slow, sweet, searing kiss, holding you tight against him. You kiss him back, pouring all your love for him into it, until you need pull away to take a breath. You both rest your foreheads together.

“Oui, mon amour, we are madly in love. I am so in love with you, mon cher, mon couer,” you smile knowing what he meant, and bring him in for another kiss.

Hands in your hair, fingers and thumbs baby. I feel safe when you’re holding me near…

It wasn’t long after, that you moved in together. You had taken to spending more time at his apartment than your own, so when he asked you to move in with him, you immediately said yes. Laf was so happy, he honestly hated not having you with him, especially when he was going to sleep. You made him feel safe, like he was whole and nothing could take him down. Your love made him feel invincible.

Love the way that you conquer your fear. You know hearts don’t break around here.

It scared you at first how fast and how hard you fell for him, having had bad relationships in the past. But his kind eyes, and loving nature made you feel safe and free. You knew that when you fell he would be there to catch you and lift you up. You could give him your heart with out hesitation or fear. You always remembered the love and certainty in his eyes the one time you did let your fear get the best of you….

You were cuddled with Laf on his couch, and you had been out all day just enjoying yourselves and each other. You couldn’t help but remember all the women that looked at him and tried to catch his eye. He paid them no attention, he was focused on you. You had been cheated on before and you couldn’t help the fear and doubt that he could get bored with you and run off with someone else.

Laf noticed you were distracted and the way your face had fallen into a small frown. “Mon amour? What’s wrong?” he was immediately worried.

“It’s nothing Laf,” you don’t want bring it up, he’s been wonderful. He presses on though not wanting you to be upset.

“Please, mon cher, tell me what’s bothering you,” you look into his concerned eyes and feel your heart swell a bit.

“I’m just scared, I guess,” he looks confused.

“Of what?” he didn’t understand.

“Laf, do you know what an amazing guy you are?” you say, “Not only are you devastatingly handsome, but you also happen to be the most caring, funny, smart, charismatic person I’ve ever met.” He smiles at your description of him, but his smile falls as you continue, “ and I’m this huge clutz, I’m not amazingly beautiful, I’m not witty or funny, and while I know I have a good heart, I don’t know if that’s enough to keep you with me.” His heart breaks at your words, you think you’re not enough for him, it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.

He takes your hands in his and kisses both of them, before looking you straight in the eyes, so you can have no doubt of the sincerity of his words. “You are amazingly beautiful, inside and out. I’ve never met anyone who makes me smile or laugh the way you do. And I happen to like catching you when you trip,” he laughs and so do you, it’s happened on more than one occasion. “Your heart, mon amour, it’s the most beautiful thing about you. Your kindness and selfless nature are the first things about you I fell in love with.” He cradles your face in his hands, “not enough to keep here with you? Non, mon amour, your heart is what will make me yours forever.” He wipes away the tears that spilled over your cheeks at his declaration. He smiles, a loving smile at you, “Don’t you know, mon cher?”

“What?” you smile back at him resting your hand on his as he cradles your face.

“Hearts don’t break around here,” you laugh a little and grab his shirt, pulling him in for a slow, burning kiss.

You never doubted his love for you ever again, you never had the chance.

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She is the river flow in Orwell, and tin wind chimes used for doorbells…

You and Laf had been together for two years, and he couldn’t wait to ask you to marry him. He had everything planned out. He took you down to a little river you both loved and he made a small candlelit picnic for the two of you.

He grew more nervous as the moment came closer, you both sat looking up at the stars. You had your back against Lafs chest, with his arms around you and you felt so at peace. But you noticed Lafs foot slightly bouncing, “Are you alright, love? You seem a bit jittery.”

“Actually, mon amour, there’s something I want to ask you,” you turn to look at him and he gives you a nervous smile. You’re confused and wait for his question, but he starts to stand and offers you his hand to lift you up as well. You take his hand and stand in front of him, your hands still in his.

“Laf? What’s going on? What did you want ask me?” you’re so confused, is it a bad question? Is something wrong? You were having such a wonderful time. Laf seeing your confusion and questions, gets down on one knee, you gasp.

“Mon amour chéri, you have lit up my life, with your kind heart, and loving soul. There is no one in this world, who could make me as happy as you do, no one makes me laugh harder, smile wider, or makes me feel complete the way you do.” You eyes start to well up with tears, “There is no one else I would ever want to spend the rest of my life with. You are mon couer, mon seul et unique, mon monde, mon tout.” He pauses and releases your hands, takes out a small velvet box and holds out to you, “will you marry me, (Y/N)?”

You jump into his arms, and say between peppering kisses all over his face, “Oui, mon ame, un million fois oui, avec tout en moi,” before kissing him on the lips.

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Fields and trees, and her smell fill my lungs. Spent my summer time beside her and the rest of the year the same.

Today was the day, the day you and Laf would become one. You both decided to have a summer wedding, and decided the location would be the very place Laf proposed.

Laf stood with his three groomsmen to his left and the officiant to his right, waiting for you to walk down the aisle. Hercules, his best man and best friend, puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder, Laf takes a deep breath, and there you are. You look beautiful, almost ethereal, like an angel, floating towards him. You take his breath away as you look into each other’s eyes, feeling as if there is only the two of you.

As you reach him, your hands immediately grasp each other, and you smile at one another, lost in your own world before the officiant clears his throat to get your attention. Your guests laugh, as you both blush. You both recite your vows with love in every word. You exchange rings and say I do, and Laf gets to kiss the bride, as everyone cheers, as you are deemed husband and wife. As you pull away and rest your foreheads against each other, you both whisper “I love you.”

She is the flint that sparks the lighter and the fuel that will hold the flame.

Your wedding reception was fun for the both of you and you got to spend time with your best friends. The Schuyler sisters, being your bridesmaids, made sure every moment was a happy one, and you all got to giggle about you being married.

While Laf got teased about not being a ‘free man’ anymore. He laughed it off knowing his friends were only joking, they all loved you.
“Seriously though Laf, is it everything you wanted it to be?” Alex asks, as Herc and John raise their eyebrows waiting for his answer.

“Everything and more mes amies,” he replies. “(Y/N) is everything I’ve ever wanted and more. She is the light of my life, the one that keeps me going, the love of my life, mon….how you say? Mon ame sœur….” He looks to Alex for help.

“Your soulmate, Laf. She’s your soulmate,” Alex laughs, and Herc and John join in.
“Oui, (Y/N) is my soulmate,” he smiles at his friends.

“Well, I should hope so,” he turns to see his beautiful wife and her bridesmaids standing behind him, “or we just did this all for nothing.” Laf chuckles and you smile at your husband, as he takes your hand and pulls you into him. You wrap your arms around his neck as his wrap around your waist, “may I have the honor to dance with you, ma femme,” he asks.

You smile, “of course mon mari, for the rest of our lives.”

Oh roses, roses laid upon your bed spread, oh my hold this, oh this, I know.

The reception had finally ended and you and Laf just wanted to fall into bed, wrapped up in each other. You entered your honeymoon suite in the arms of your husband, and noticed the bed was decorated with rose petals. “How beautiful,” you say as Laf places you on the bed and kisses your forehead. “We have to remember to thank them for this,” Laf nods feeling grateful for your friends as you both got ready for bed.

That every night I’ll kiss you, you’ll say in my ear, oh we’re in love aren’t we?

As you both got into bed, and Laf pulled you close, you nuzzled your face into his neck, “we’re in love aren’t we?” you whisper, smiling into his neck, remembering your words from years ago. You feel your husbands chest rumble as he laughs.

Hands in your hair, fingers and thumbs baby. I feel safe when you’re holding me near…

“Oui, mon amour, we’re madly in love,” he says as he entangled his hands in your hair and brings your face to his in a passionate kiss. You pull him closer to you as your kiss deepens, your arms wrapping around his neck.

Love the way that you conquer your fear. You know hearts don’t break around here.

You both pull away taking a breath, and you look at Laf and feel so lucky that you found someone so special. When he notices your stare, he smiles at you, “What are you thinking about, mon couer?” you smile back.

“Just how much I love you, and how lucky I am,” you reply snuggling into his chest. He can’t help but feel proud of how far you’d come from your fear and doubt.

“Mon amour, I’m the lucky one,” he replies while running his fingers through your hair, “I got to marry the woman of my dreams.” You smile into his chest before looking up at him, his eyes meeting yours, and kissing him soundly on the lips.

Well I found love in the inside the arms of the woman I love.

You and Laf had been married for five years and had a daughter, Olivia. You and Laf were just as much in love now as you were the night you got married, and although your lives had changed, you both wouldn’t trade it for anything.

She is the lighthouse in the night that will safely guide me home.

Laf had been away in France due to his mother falling ill and had been gone for over a week, but thankfully she recovered and he could return to you and Olivia. He missed you both so much, but he missed falling asleep with you wrapped around him, he had felt so lost without you the past week, so empty. Now that he was home he could feel himself becoming whole the closer he got to home, to you. He could feel his heart beat faster, it knew it would finally be near yours.

When he arrived home and entered the house, he immediately looked for you as he dropped his bags by the door. As he walked into the kitchen and saw you cooking, he sighed, “Mon couer.” You stopped and turned and ran into his arms, holding him close to you and kissing his neck, jaw and chin, until you reached his lips. He kissed you back with so much fervor, having missed the luxury of being able to do so.

That’s when you both heard little footsteps running down the stairs. You both smile and part as your daughter runs into your husbands legs and wraps her little arms around them before saying, “Hi, daddy!” Laf smiles picking up the small child and giving her a kiss on the head.

And I’m not scared of passing over, or the thought of growing old. ‘Cause from now until I go…

Sitting on the couch with you and Olivia, watching tv, made Laf feel so complete. You were all he needed, whatever life threw at him, he could take it as long as he had you by his side. He used to be so afraid of passing on and growing old, but after he you, there was nothing more he wanted to than grow old with you. Before you, he was wandering around, not really knowing what he wanted, but the moment he saw you, you were like an angel that brightened his life.

Every night I’ll kiss you, you’ll say in my ear, oh we’re in love aren’t we?

After putting Olivia to bed, Laf couldn’t wait to jump into bed with you and finally have you sleeping by his side. You laugh at his eagerness, and snuggle up to him, nuzzling your face in his neck and pulling him as close as possible. You had missed him too, and hadn’t gotten much sleep without him. You both finally felt whole, you smile into his neck and whisper, “we’re in love aren’t we?”

“Oui, mon amour, madly in love,” he replies as he kisses your head.

Hands in your hair, fingers and thumbs baby. I feel safe when you’re holding me near, love the way that you conquer your fear.

You lift your head to look at him, “I missed you so much while you were gone,” you tell him, as he runs his fingers through your hair.
“I missed you too, I felt so empty and lost without you,” he smiles at you, “I finally feel whole and safe with you in my arms. I don’t ever want to know what my life would be like without you,” he says seriously.

You know hearts don’t break around here….

You place a hand on his cheek as his eyes close, reveling in your touch, and you smile remembering the words he always told you, “darling, don’t you know?” he opens his eyes, “hearts don’t break around here.” You smile at him and he laughs slightly as he pulls you up to him to give you a slow, loving kiss, before falling asleep, the love of his life wrapped up in his arms. His heart finally with its other half.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this! And Thank you so much for reading.

He Fake Dates Kendall But Secretly Likes You

Masterlist


I walk quickly down the sidewalk, the rain pouring down onto my suit. The umbrella I’m holding doesn’t make a difference with the wind blowing this fiercely. Kendall groans beside me, a small squeal leaving her lips as thunder booms through the sky.

Her black dress is nearly soaked, but she has managed to keep her hair as dry as possible. She had to, just this morning we got a call that we had to be seen together publicly again. With our new album releasing within the next couple of months along with a new movie, the public had to be packed with us being active. For some reason, Kendall is my go-to. They always set me up with her when it came to publicity. I didn’t mind all that much, she’s very easy to get along with, but just hard to talk to. And plus, she’s pretty, naturally beautiful, I never understood why I never liked her like I should.

“This weather is fucking crazy.” Kendall mutters, “why does your mothers party have to be the same day as a fucking hurricane?”

I laugh softy, finally reaching my black range rover that had to be parked across the street. I unlock the doors as quickly as possible, both Kendall and I hopping into the seats of the car as soon as the car is unlocked. Water drips down both of our hands and clothes, wetting the leather seats below us. We laugh for a while, just cutting the small bit of tension in the air. We stay quite for a while, the rain pounding against my car as we try to dry off before attending my mother’s birthday party.

I start the car a little while after. I didn’t plan on bringing Kendall to the party, originally, it was just family and close friends. But just this morning we had to make plans, and i refused to cancel on my mother’s birthday party, so I decided to bring Kendall with me, even if morally it isn’t the best thing to do.

The car ride is silent, since Kendall had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. Her feet are propped up on the dashboard, her head thrown back as silent, short breaths escape her lips. The car ride is quite long, so I can’t entirely blame her for the short nap. I played music quietly from the radio, sure not to wake up Kendall but enough to keep me entertained on the trip.

I sing 80′s music the whole way down, tapping my fingers to the beat. I don’t listen to that kind of music often, but with the weather and gloominess of the day, it is something I felt good listening to. I’m humming along to a song I don’t know as I pull up to my mother’s home. Cars are flooding the driveway, the smell of a barbecue cooking from the backyard. 

“Hey, Kendall. Wake up” I mutter, shaking her gently from her shoulder. 

“Hm” she hums, reaching her arms up over her head to stretch, “thanks for waking me up.”

I laugh, shaking my head as I take the keys out of the ignition.

“I didn’t really have a choice, Kendall.”

She laughs, fixing up her outfit and hair in the mirror before making her way to the house, following me so that I can introduce her to everyone.

“Hey, mum!” I cheer when the door opens.

My mum is standing with a beautiful skirt and blazer on, opening her arms out for me. She gives me a tight hug, her smile rubbing on my shoulder, her hand patting my back ever-so-tenderly.

“My baby! You look handsome!” she beams, her lips meeting my cheeks in a soft kiss.

“And Kendall!” she says, “so good to see you again, thank you for coming!” 

My mum smiles wide, Kendall letting out a giggle as she reaches in to give my mother a hug. Kendall and I end up making our way to the couch, where we sit and chat for what feels like ages. We haven’t talked in a while, but catching up with her was always easy and enjoyable. She’s a genuine girl, very personal and introverted, but always out there in the most creative ways. It’s always a nice time to talk about life with Kendall, especially when we missed a while of each others.

“Oh, I’m so sorry I’m late! The weather is shit!” 

I turn around to see Y/n, slightly wet from the weather, a smile broad on her face. Damn, she looks so good. Her hair is curled loosely, ending just above her shoulders. Her pink dress flows around her figure, just tight enough to see her curvature. I haven’t seen her in about a year or so, but something’s changed in her. Something about her seems so much more real, so much more vibrant, I can’t even take my eyes off of her as she struggles to take off her raincoat with all the bags hanging off her arms.

“Happy birthday, Anne! I’ve missed you so much, I’ve been counting down the days!” Y/n says in delight, her arms hooking around my mother as she smiles against her shoulder.

“Darling, it’s so good to see you! You look absolutely wonderful, my dear.“

Y/n blushes, stepping away from her tight hold to place her gifts down on the front table. She hangs her coat on the hangers in on out our closets, still holding a conversation with my mother. Probably about Y/n’s new journalism job.

“Harry, you never told me she was gonna be here.” I hear Kendall say, a scowl stern on her face as she stares at Y/n, who is now making her way to speak to my cousins.

“She’s been my best friend since the fourth grade, she’s basically apart of this family. She wouldn’t miss out on this for the world.”

She wouldn’t. I know her too well. She’s always there for others, even if it’s inconvenient for her. She would sacrifice anything for anyone, especially my mum. Their bond so strong I swear my mum sees her as a second daughter, or even a miracle. She was there for us through everything, helped us go through our times of hardship and even family instability. When my mum got a divorce with my dad, even at Y/n’s young age, she’d pick flowers from her garden and give to Anne nearly everyday, also giving her pictures she’d drawn or letters she’d written for her. As much as my mum was heartbroken during this time, she took the letters with her everywhere she went, and kept every flower alive for as long as she possibly could. She said they represented her, and how she felt being a woman in such love and beauty, but having it die all too quick. I didn’t understand what she meant then, but I do now. I think Y/n knew what she meant, I think that’s why she never stopped until she heard her laughing again.
Y/n understood the whole separation process. Her mum left her at a young age, leaving her alone with her father. They were close, of course, they had to be, but she always said she missed having a mother. It killed her to only have one voice in the house, but there was nothing she could do about it. By the time she met me, and I kept bringing her over my house as the years went on, her and my mum have gotten so close, Y/n started buying her Mother’s Day cards. 

“I guess,” Kendall mumbles, “but I’m gonna get a drink, maybe some food. Want anything?”

“Just a water is fine,” I reply, “thanks.”

Kendall gets up off the couch, stretching a bit before making her way to the kitchen. When the couch was starting to feel empty again, I feel someone occupy her spot.

“It would have been nice for you to say hi to me. According to my calculations, it’s been about 289 days and 11 hours since we’ve seen each other. The least you could do is bow when I walk into the room, asshat.”

I smile down at her, looking at her as her eyes gaze into mine, trying so hard to come off as serious., but she and I both know better. Our relationship has come to all-in-all sarcasm and insults, in the most loving way, of course. But we still have all the seriousness balanced out. I come to her for everything, and she does the same with me. Despite all our demeanor of complete reckless fools and sarcasm, we trust each other with our lives on the line.

I laugh, throwing my head back slightly at her comment, I reach out for her to pull her against me. She giggles against my shoulder, her breath hitting against my neck. I take an uneasy breath in, feeling her small laugh fill my ears, her fingers running down my back. 

“I haven’t seen you in forever, how have you been?” 

Her voice snaps me out of my trance, my eyes blinking a few times before I pull away from her. Her eyes are glowing, her blue eyes dark as the ocean on a stormy day, her lips covered in my favorite eggplant lipstick widening a smile. God, what the hell happened in these 200 days?

“I’ve been good! But I don’t want to talk about me, I wanna talk about you, I’ve missed you.”

Y/n rolls her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips as she lets out a snort.
I notice her arm is still around my back, fingers dancing along the end of my jacket.

“The way you’ve been ignoring me for the past three weeks says different. But i’ve missed you a lot. Been a little busy with the new job but it’s been well.”

“I’m sorry for ignoring you, I’ve been really busy with-“

“Kendall?” Y/n asks completely dumbfounded.

Y/n knows a lot about my friendship with Kendall, she doesn’t really mind it. However, her and Kendall never really got along. It wasn’t anything personal, at least not to Y/n, they didn’t didn’t see things in the same light. Y/n is upbeat and lively, an extreme extrovert, and Kendall couldn’t stand it. She says it almost seems to be her asking for attention, but that is not how Y/n is at all. She may be out there, but she gives all her attention to the people, never herself. 

My head snaps over to Y/n’s stare, Kendall holding the bottle of water and a plate of food in her hands. She looks down at her, a slight scowl on her face, trying to cover it up with a small smile. She winks down at Y/n, almost in a threatening kind of way, and I can see Y/n’s entire demeanor change the second she does so.

“Harry didn’t tell you I was coming?”

“Oh, um” Y/n stutters, “I had no idea you were attending. It’s nice to see you again. I’m sorry for intruding your time together, I’m going to talk to Damien. Haven’t seen him since Anne’s Christmas party. See you later!”

Y/n smiles softly as she grabs her handbag, hooking her fingers on the handles before walking toward my cousin, Damien. They get along well, they’ve actually had a thing at one point. She never told me she liked him so much though, all she ever said was that he was nice and treated her well. I never knew why she dated him if she never felt something, maybe because Damien was shit at hiding his feelings for her. He would buy her flowers, compliment her on her worst days (even though her worst days are never nearly as bad as she thinks they are), and even had confessed his love for her before they started talking. He was in love, and from my understanding, he still is.

“Will she ever understand that all this shit is for press? She keeps acting like we’re a couple or something.” Kendall sighs while plopping onto the couch.

“Well,” I sigh, “she’s not really into this whole lifestyle, she doesn’t really understand that. Plus, I didn’t tell her about this yet. She probably thinks we are a thing if I’m bringing you to my mum’s birthday party.”

She shrugs, taking a bite of her chicken wing. 

“Why would she care if we were or not in the first place?”

I don’t know how to respond to that. So I don’t, I just stay placed on my couch as I watch my family come together, eating food and drinking wine. My eyes wander to Y/n, seeing the hand that once held her purse holding a glass of wine, her back against the closet door as she watches everyone mingling. Damien must have gotten her the wine, but I don’t know where he would have left to leave her alone. She doesn’t seem to mind being alone, but It just hit me that I’ve barely been speaking with her just to sit on this couch, next to Kendall, who hasn’t even spoken to me all that much since she’s seen Y/n.

“Harry, can I tell you something?” Kendall asks.

I barely hear her though, because I’m already off the couch before she finishes her question. I nod, not looking at her, though, I just nod and walk away from her. She’s probably thinking I’m being an inconsiderate dick right now, and I have to agree, I am. I’ve given her the cold shoulder the second I saw Y/n.

“How you enjoying the party?” I ask once I approach Y/n, nudging her shoulder slightly with mine.

She smiles, taking a sip of her wine before she speaks.

“I’m enjoying just fine, Haz. But aren’t you forgetting somebody?”

“No. Look, Y/n, you know we aren’t dating, right? This is for press as of right now, she wasn’t even supposed to come before morning.”

Y/n turns to face me, her eyes soft as she reaches her free hand toward my arm. She touches me tenderly, squeezing her fingers softly against my flesh.

“You don’t have to explain this stuff to me, it’s alright. Besides, I don’t care if you guys are dating or not. I just thought you wanted to be alone.”

I shake my head, my eyes closing softly. I reach my hand out to hers, grasping her fingers in mine. It feels like forever since I’ve felt this close to her, and it is in this moment that I finally understand my feelings. Ever since she walked in it was like my entire world had stopped, I barely spoke to her the past couple of weeks and hadn’t seen her in nearly a year. I missed her in the most mysterious way. It wasn’t like I had just missed her presence, or just missed talking to her in my most comfortable state, or just knowing she was in the same house as mine. I missed everything, every part of her and everything she did. I knew I was missing her more than I ever had in my life, but I thought it was just a sign of home sickness. But seeing her after all this time, there’s some part of me telling me that being without her is what makes me home sick. It’s not home, it’s her.

“Even if I was dating her, I’d never want you to leave. You’ll always mean more.”

She frowns, her gaze fixating on the floor. Her hair falls loosely on the sides of her face. I can tell she feels wrong, something in her feels wrong. The way her teeth graze her bottom lip, her eyes looking at anything but mine, she feels distant somehow; something is getting in her way. 

“Don’t say that. She’s your guest, I’m fine here by myself. I don’t ever stay still, and I know everyone here. I’ve got Damien and your mum, and-“

“You and I both know Damien is either not going to leave you alone or actually leave you alone. And no matter which one he does you’re going to be uncomfortable.”

“I’m never uncomfortable.”

“Then why’d you leave Kendall an I?” I tease. But her face hardens at my question, her face hard with offense as the words leave my lips.

“For fuck sakes, Harold!” Y/n groans, her foot stomping on the floor, “why the fuck does this matter to you? I just thought you wanted to be alone with her!”

And suddenly, she’s crying. My breath hitches in my throat and I take a step back. Y/n is never one to cry, especially in public. But there is no reason I can think of for her to get so emotional. She was happy and her normal, perky self only a couple of minutes ago. Now she has tears clinging to her chin, which thankfully, no guest apart from me has noticed, and her eyes are shouting with humiliation. 

I frown at her, confused by her abnormal behavior. I reach a hand out to touch her, hold her, even move her hair away from her face so that it doesn’t stick to her cheeks, but before i feel her on my fingertips, she’s gone. She’s rushing past me so quick I can feel her air moving around me, leaving a series of chills to cross my body. 

My mouth stays agape from the confusion. What the hell just happened? What was so wrong with our conversation? I can feel the fingers around my cup loosen as I look around the room, no faces showing concern, no eyes even staring in my direction. 

“H, these wings are so good. Would Anne mind if I asked her the recipe?” Kendall asks.

She occupies where Y/n stood, her left shoulder leaning against the wall as she continues eating the food on her plate. Her right leg crosses in from of the other, eyes wandering around the room.

It almost feels strange to see Kendall in my home, standing in the same room with my family. Even if she was for publicity or not, it doesn’t feel right. Kendall and I have had a strange relationship, we’ve been on and off to the public and even in real life. We do talk when the roles are off, but it’s nothing special, we just check up on each other. But when the roles are on, all we do is talk. She’s everywhere, simply because she has to be. But seeing her in my hometown, acting like she’s apart of my family seems misplaced. 

“I’m really glad we’re doing this again, Harry. I really enjoy talking with you and experiencing things like this with you. I mean, I’ve known you for years and I’ve never once stepped foot in this house, and I never met your family. This is absolutely incredible.”

I can see her lips moving, I can hear what she’s saying, but I don’t register anything coming from her mouth. My mind is blank, my surroundings a blur. All I can think about is that Y/n  is upstairs in some room, alone, and crying, and instead of being there with her I’m talking with Kendall about my mum’s fucking chicken recipe. 

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I do-Harry?”

I ignore Kendall, I don’t even take a glance at her. I can’t stay here, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t live a life where I have to lie about love, where I have to lie about who makes me happiest. Kendall doesn’t effect me as a man, doesn’t influence me to be a better person, isn’t there for me when I need someone. How could I lie about love? I’ve been so concerned about publicity that I was willing to create a relationship based on a lie, willingly allowing myself to hurt others around me.

I run up the stairs, skipping a step with each leg. I can’t live with myself knowing I had done something to make Y/n cry. I haven’t thought about her in this way since I saw her this evening, in her beautiful dress, her beautiful wet lashes blinking against her lids. She looked so tender, so soft, she was glooming and so vibrant. What happened since the last time I’ve seen her? What changed in her? What changed in me?

“Y/n?” I call quietly, making my way to my old room, where I know she’ll be.
“Y/n, can I come in?” 

I knock lightly on the door, just using the knuckles of my pointer and middle finger. I hear her feet pad over to the door, slowly opening it to reveal her tear stained cheeks. Her hands are trembling against the knob, her breath broken with soft, gentle cries. Her eyes are wide with sadness, wet and red from the tears she rarely ever cries.I’m even more confused when I see her like this.

I open my mouth to speak, to ask her what happened, to ask her why she feels this way, to ask her if she’s alright, but my breath is taken away from me, my body ripped away from the barrier blocking me from Y/n, crashing onto the nearest wall. I don’t even have time to breathe before I feel a desperate pair of lips meet mine. She cries as she kisses me, her trembling lips moving against mine. My hands are running wild against her body, grabbing onto every part of her I can reach. I don’t fully understand what’s unfolding, why this is happening or why I’m feeling so alive in this moment. I always saw Y/n as a sister to me, I never thought I’d be touching her like this, feeling under her dress and tongue rubbing against hers, but it feels so right. All of it seem so perfect, so addicting and I never want it to end.

Suddenly, she turns her head away from me, my lips meeting her neck subconsciously. I suck on her skin, but her hands move to my cheeks to push me away from her. She buries her face in my chest, moving her arms so that they’re around my waist. She begins to cry again, her tears soaking through my shirt, but I don’t mind at all. I let her calm down, I let her hold onto me as she tries to catch her breath. She doesn’t have to say anything, and neither do I. What just happened was supposed to happen, we both know that. There is no regret in me, and I know there is none in her. But something is running in her head, driving her to the brink of insanity. I hold her against me until she’s able to get her thoughts together, I even kiss the top of her head a couple of times.

“I’m tired, Harry.” she whispers.

I kiss her forehead gently, “I know.”

“I couldn’t take it anymore. I thought I’d finally be alone with you after all this time. I missed being close to you, I wanted to be closer to you in different ways and I didn’t understand, Harry, I didn’t get it and-“

“Sh sh sh” I shush her, my lips grazing tenderly along her cheek.

She takes a deep breath, her fingers fisting the back of my shirt tighter than before. She rests her chin on the top of my chest, letting out a sigh. Her fingertips trace patters on my back, her eyes flittering closed as I push some of her hair off of her face, making sure it doesn’t stick to her wet cheeks.

“I didn’t get it,” she whispers, “I was so confused, and when you didn’t answer my calls or texts I thought you didn’t find me important. And I was under no right to be upset about it, because you’re busy and you have priorities. But when I saw you today, I didn’t see you as the Harry I always have, I still can’t tell you what I saw but I wanted every part of you. But when I saw Kendall I-“ 

She squeezed her eyes shut, her bottom lip trembling slightly. I frown at her, I never really see her like this. She hardly ever gets emotion, especially over guys. Hell, especially over me. 

I reach my hand up to capture her cheek in my fingers, running my thumb along her jaw line. I saw Y/n in an entirely new light today, but at least it wasn’t a one way street. She felt that too, she saw me in a different way, in the same way I saw her. What I felt when she walked in is the way she felt when she sat down next to me, where Kendall sat previously. Thinking about it now, it makes me feel like shit.

“I know, Y/n, I know” I whisper, “It was never like that between me and her.”
She nodded, “No, I know, it just didn’t make me feel good. I thought you started to like her.”

“Mmmm” I hum, shaking my head, “no, I started to like you.”

She blushes, her cheeks turning crimson as she, again, buries her face against my chest. I felt her lips smile against me, a vibration of a soft giggle against my skin. I feel her fingernails scratch down my back, I almost take her to my bed to kiss her all over again. I want to see her squirm beneath me, sweat from our movements, feel her whispers of “I love you” caress the skin of my neck. I want it all with her, with the Y/n I’ve never seen before. I want to love her the way I never have before.

“Hey,” she whispers, a small smirk playing on her lips, “aren’t you forgetting someone?“

Bad Daddy

Ok so i had an idea for this Fic and just wanted to write it and get it out of my system help me god I have sined. It’s my first smuty phanfic please be gentle also my first language is French so probably a lot of typos. Anyway enjoy!

Warnings: very very smuty, daddy!kink, Dom/Sub, phil!top, Dan!powerbottom, Viagra (;p), dirty talk (my favorite), swearing (ofc), praise!kink, cockslut!Dan, baby boy!dan (he’s his normal self just called baby boy), pain!kink(?), slut!Dan, and that’s about it any other that you see?

Summary: Phil received Viagra for is birthday as a joke, but the next morning Dan as a little evil plan he will put to use, let’s just say it involve him drugging Phil’s coffee.

A/N:
Usually Phil his the Dom but because of Viagra and all Dan takes control for a bit, but phil regain dominance at the end. It start with Dan’s POV then Phil’s then Dan again and after its a third person POV. Tell me if you want me to do their “next time” like it said in the end (sorry for the spoiler ;p) and what you would want me to put in the Fic like what kink or a prompt or something, also I will accept critics as long as they are to help me not say that I suck ok? Please be nice…

Dan’s POV

‘What is it ?’ I asked curious. It was phil’s birthday and phil was opening pj’s gift smiling, until he realized what was the gift, his smile fell. He looked dead serious into an incontrolably laughing pj. “Are you serious pj?! You really got me those thing for my birthday!” He said throwing the medicine bottle to pj, they were Viagra pills. “Oh come on Phil I was just playing mate. My real gift is at the end of the bag” he said chuckling while reaching for the bottle of Viagra that hit Chris rather than pj and put it on the table.
“Well that’s a better gift” phil chimed seeing the little dessert flavoured candles and getting them out. “thanks Pj now Phil will have an easier job of burning the house down!” I said sarcastically. I love phil very much (even if it was a secret for our friends), but I had to play the fireman every time we were about to go out somewhere and be sure phil didn’t let a candle burning, it was annoying.

Phil opened other gifts and was really happy Chris got him a house plant (a cactus of course), we then talk and laugh and pass the time until Pj said they should go and get some sleep since it was 1 am. Me and Phil said our goodbyes and went straight to Phil’s bed and fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up early and went into the kitchen and prepared breakfast before making coffee, because every time I make it, it’s like phil as a radar and smell the fresh coffee and wakes up. I made waffles of course for my daddy’s birthday and wrote in chocolate sauce 'best Daddy in the world’. Then I started making the coffee by getting the grounded coffee beans in the cupboard but remembering we brought it into the lounge yesterday. I go into the lounge get the coffee beans and Im about to go back, but stop in my track. It’s too late, I saw it, my brain is already thinking of it. With an evil plan in mind, I takes the little bottle from the table and bring it to the kitchen. I serves two cups of coffee and in Phil’s cup put one of the pills. I know it’s wrong and Phil wouldn’t want that (or would he?), but I wants to be fucked senseless by Phil’s huge cock.

Just thinking about phil’s cock in my mouth made mine twitch. I almost trip on my way to the bedroom with Phil’s waffles and cups of coffee. The smell of fresh coffee woke a smiling Phil up of course and his smile grew wider when he saw what was written on the waffles. “I’m the best Daddy huh?” He was now smirking which made me blush and giggle I loved it when Phil was like that “yes” I said almost inaudibly. “Well your the best baby boy in the whole wide world Dan” he kissed me and went back to eating.

Usually I would whine when Phil wouldn’t pay more attention to me, but I know what’s coming so I just waits like a predator on its pray. Phil finishes and I offer to watch a movie and take a day in, Phil agrees and we go in the lounge and start a Buffy marathon, to please Phil.

Phil’s POV

We were about 10 minutes in the third episode when I felt it. At first I taught the pillow was in a weird shape and tried to move it but then I felt my cock throb and knew I was rock hard. I didn’t know how it happened the episodes weren’t arousing or anything and I wasn’t even that close to Dan. I didn’t even think anything sexual, I was kind of freaking out and my cheeks started to let it be known with a crimson colour appearing on them. Oh my god how am I getting out of this one, I can’t really ask Dan to suck me off right in the middle of a Buffy episode and for no apparent reason either. Maybe I could go to the loo and take care of it myself. I quickly get up and reach the door almost running earning a questioning look from Dan.

Dan’s POV

I see him getting hard, I see him getting embarrass, it turns me on just the taught of his huge and thick cock leaking pre come begging me to just touch it. I’m shaken out of my thoughts when I see Phil running for the door, why didn’t he just ask me to take care of his problem? I’m his baby boy, I’m supposed to take care of his cock it’s my job, a job that I enjoy very much. Seconds later I hear the bathroom door close, oh no he’s not taking care of this on his own I want my daddy’s cock in my mouth and up my ass. I run over to the bathroom and open the door seeing a very flustered Phil on the toilet pants and underwear at his ankles getting off with closed eyes moaning so loud he didn’t even hear me.
“Oh fuck it would be so much better if it was Dan” phil thought aloud “I’m here Daddy”
Phil’s eye shot open looking straight at me and stoping his hand, he was getting redder if that was even possible. “You’re being a bad Daddy, touching yourself without me’ I get closer to phil ’ if I’m not suppose to do it so can’t you” I’m now on my knees in front of Phil teasingly kissing his thighs getting closer and closer to his rock hard cock and like I thought he was leaking pre come. “But now that I’m here’ I said continuing my little speech ” let’s do something about it"
Without letting Phil interrupt me I start licking his slit making him throw his head back in pleasure, I wrap my lips around his head and start sucking only making him moan louder. I suddenly stop get up and walking towards the door making Phil whimper and whine “DAAAAN!” Pleaded Phil “why’d you stop”
“Phil I am not going to suck your wonderfully large cock on a toilet get your ass in my bedroom” Phil whined kicking of his pants and underwear and resume to follow me to my room he’s the one usually commanding not me, but right now he is in such a state he will do anything to get off. Phil lays on my bed, spread his leg while I rid myself of clothing and search for the lube and other toys we could use in my dresser. I turn back only to see Phil getting off once again “HEY! Did I tell you, you could touch yourself?”
“No”
“Then stop right now” I ordered
“What if I don’t?” Phil asked cheekily.
“I am going to punish you”
Phil chuckled continuing getting of “You punishing me, yeah right. You couldn’t even….” I shut Phil up by tying up his hands “what do you think you’re doing?” He asked
“Punishing you Daddy. You didn’t stop when I asked you to, now you can’t touch yourself” I get back to the dresser take a gag and put it on my nightstand “now if you can’t keep quiet Daddy, I’m going to have to put that on you, you can moan, beg and dirty talk but no more defying my dominance and talking back to me understood?” Phil nodded which is the only confirmation I needed. “Now Daddy, the safe word is Buffy and you tell me if you want to stop ok?”
“Yes, s-sir” Phil said hesitantly
“No keep calling me baby boy, I prefer it that way” I said smiling reasurdidly
“Sure baby boy I like it that way too” he smiled back “But please baby take care of my cock”
“But I need to stretch first” I said innocently, I know he was aching, but he disobeyed me and he needed to learn the lesson, also I wanted him to fuck me hard since this morning I couldn’t wait for it either. I took the bottle of cherry lube, put some on my fingers and started to warm it up so it wouldn’t be too cold and proceeded to massage my rim with my index making sure Phil was seeing all of it. I pushed the first digit in, not taking to long to insert a second one, gasping at the intrusion.
“Oh god! You’re so hot baby boy, I can’t wait to fuck that tight little hole” Phil was now bucking in thin air desesperatly searching for friction on his cock, I took my fingers out letting my hole clench on nothing. I straddle Phil’s lap and put my ass right above his length putting my hands on his hips making sure he wouldn’t buck right into me.
“You want me to ride you Daddy, huh? Want that tight little hole stretch around your huge cock tearing it open?”
“Yes! fuck Dan get on with it” My eyes widen and I slap Phil’s lap.
“I told you to call me baby boy and told you not to talk back… Now suck my dick if you want to get inside me… If you do a good enough job I’ll ride you… Now suck!” I ordered putting both of my knees on each side of his shoulder and placing my cock on his mouth. He didn’t took long and wrapped his mouth around my head and sucked stoping once in a while to lick my slit, I knitted my hand in his beautiful black locks of hair and shoved him further down my length I looked down making sure he was ok and he looked straight back with lustful eyes praying me to fuck his mouth, so I did.

I stopped when I felt a knot form into my stomach. “Now are you gonna be a good Daddy and let me ride you the way I want?” I asked looking deep in is wonderful blue eyes. “Yes!” Phil screamed “yes baby boy!” He was at my mercy, but I wanted to tease him more, I liked the power dominating gave me so I straddle Phil’s hips once again and rubbed my ass on his length, Phil was shuddering and whimpering at the so very little friction “please…” He whispered breathlessly.
“You’re gonna have to beg better than this if you want me to ride you Daddy”

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Dan knew Phil would make him pay by edging him and make him beg even more once this was all done and Phil would be back to his Dominant self, but to tell the truth he couldn’t wait to be punish back. And Phil knew all he could do, to finally have release from his aching hard cock, was to beg his baby boy who was being an ass right now, but an ass he wanted to fuck so badly
“Fuck! Please Baby boy, please ride me,… I know you like my huge cock in your tight ass tearing it open,…. fucking you deep into your hole pounding your sweet spot every time making you come hard! Please baby!”
Dan sinked himself right onto Phil’s huge cock loving the burning sensation the stretch gave him, leaving Phil crying out in pleasure. Dan was bouncing on Phil, bottoming out and hitting his prostate every time. “FUCK YES DADDY! You like when I bounce on your huge throbbing dick like the filthy cockslut I am,… Am I being good for you Daddy? Is your baby boy ridding you good? Making you want to come?”
“Yes Baby you’re so good, let me touch you ” Phil pleaded wanting to fuck Dan deep into the mattress and gain back his dominance.
“Of course Daddy” replied Dan to tired to keep up his dominant side and untied Phil’s arm then throw the tie away. Phil then placed his hand on Dan’s hips and flip them over, Dan yelped in surprise but started moaning “Daddy!” Louder and louder letting Phil know he could fuck him hard. Phil thrusted harder and faster into Dan praising him “you’re so good baby boy taking my huge cock like the dirty slut you are. Who’s slut are you?"Phil asked while kissing Dan’s neck and leaving a mark.
"Yours D-daddy! Yours, and only yours!"Dan cried out in pleasure he was getting closer and closer to cumming. "D-daddy… I-I’m close..” Dan warned
“Me too baby, do you want Daddy to come on your beautiful face?’ Phil asked nipping at Dan’s earlobe 'Do you want your Daddy to fuck your mouth like you did before? You wanna taste Daddy’s come MY little cockslut?” And it’s all it took to push Dan over the edge and come all over his and his Daddy’s stomach clenching around Phil’s cock and screaming in pleasure. Phil helped him ride out his orgasm his thrust getting sloppier.

“Fuck my mouth Daddy! Fuck your baby boy’s mouth and come on my slutty face Daddy!” Phil pulled out and got off the bed standing, Dan kneel in front of him and took Phil’s dick into his mouth. Phil took hold of Dan’s hair and pushed him slowly further down his length until Dan’s nose was touching Phil’s groin. He hold the position, Dan swallowing around phil and moaned. Phil then pulled out to let Dan breathe and buck right back into Dan’s mouth fucking it hard. He fucked it harder then usual, but Dan loved it and couldn’t wait to taste Phil’s wonderful come, Phil moaned loudly letting Dan know he was close. He pulled out and started pumping his length rapidly looking at his baby boy’s face, mouth open, tongue out waiting for his huge load to spat on his face. Dan looked at him with lust filled eyes and Phil came undone spurting white ribbons of come on Dan’s face. Dan licked all the come off his face and collect it with his finger to taste it.
“Mmmhm Daddy’s come is so good and warm” he then sucked Phil and made sure none was left and swallowed it all.

Phil then fell on the bed tired from the amazing sex they just had, Dan cuddling up to him and putting his duvet on them. The Viagra had worn off and Phil was finally back to normal, but he couldn’t help wonder why he got so hard all of the sudden for no reason. “Dan?”
“Yeah?"Dan answered sleepily
"I don’t know why I got hard and I was kind of freaking out and kind of still am. What if it happens in public? We couldn’t take care of it like we just did” Dan chuckled which made Phil frown “Dan I’m being serious there was no reason I got hard I wasn’t even thinking about you”
“Well I’m glad you think about me when you get hard, but I wouldn’t worry as to why you were hard"Dan giggle when phil gave him a questioning look "don’t hate me, but…I put one of the Viagra pills in your coffee’ Dan looked down full of guilt when Phil’s furious eyes looked at him "I’m sorry Daddy, I just wanted to see what it would be like to be the dominating one” Dan softly said pouting, Phil’s eyes soften when he saw Dan’s sad face. “Oh baby it’s alright you could of just tell me you wanted to try… I quite enjoyed you making me beg… But please don’t tell me you think I need those pills to please you” now it was Phil who was sad, he was always afraid he couldn’t keep up with Dan’s stamina, he was older then his baby boy.
“Oh no Daddy! You please me enough, I just knew you would be begging for me to touch you if you were and… and I quite enjoyed it too, I would like to alternate if you want Daddy?”
“Of course baby and I’m glad I can please you, now let’s cuddle ok?”
“Ok, Daddy… I love you phil"Dan replied sleepily
"I love you too, Dan” Phil said before they both drifted to sleep already dreaming of their next time.

EPILOGUE


FOUR YEARS LATER

Today is the day I graduate from college. Just like last time, it’s early June. But unlike last time, I don’t feel a single ounce of sadness. I’m sitting in front of the mirror in mine and Jackson’s room in our townhouse that we rent, and he’s getting dressed behind me.

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Happy 10th birthday to my most favorite little man in the whole wide world, Throckmorton Trouble. I can’t believe he’s been my best friend for 10 freakin’ years. I can’t remember my life without him. He’s always by my side, my constant shadow, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We understand each other in a way no one else does. We love each other completely.

I don’t care if you think it’s ridiculous, to celebrate MY SON’S (😂) 10th birthday, I baked him a cake. Now, I’ve never frosted a cake before, so it’s a little sloppy, but I figured a dog doesn’t care too much about that sorta thing. And he didn’t. He loved it! You can see in a video on my personal Facebook page. If we aren’t already friends there, feel free to add me. 💗

Here’s to many more years together, my sweet boy. I love celebrating these birthdays with you, but they are also a reminder that you are getting older, and that my time with you is running out. Because, unfortunately, dogs are too good to be with us forever. Until then, we are gonna eat this cake, get/give endless belly rubbins, and make lots and lots of precious memories together. I love you the most.

Jack Gilinsky - DM me

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What’s a fangirl’s biggest dream? Getting noticed by her favorite. A tweet, a like, anything can mean the world for someone who had been supporting a person for a while and looks up to them. I was never that kind of girl who tweeted a hundred times a day mentioning her favorite in the tweet so they would notice it, I just occasionally sent a message hoping that one day I would be the one who gets their attention.

My seventeenth birthday was my best one so far. I wasn’t expecting anything, but my best friends threw me a surprise party at our house. It was amazing and I would never forget that party, everyone was there who mattered in my life and I was happy to spend it with them.

At the end of the night, when everyone was gone and I was up in my room trying to sleep I just couldn’t. Too many things happened that day and I kept thinking about them. I ended up scrolling through my Twitter in the dark and I just sent a message to Gilinsky before putting my phone away that I thought would just get lost between all the tweets he gets every day.

“Had the best birthday ever. Would be even better if @jackgilinsky would wish me happy birthday. #Being17IsGreat”

It was just an innocent, random message that I thought would be a good ending of the day, I locked my phone, put it on the charger and just went to sleep not even knowing what I caused with that tweet.

When I woke up in the morning, as usual, my first thing to do was to check my phone. For my biggest surprise I had thousands of notes from my Twitter about gaining so many new followers and mentions. I sat in my bed, quickly opened my app and started to scroll through the tweets.

Everyone was telling me how lucky I was and that I must be having my best birthday ever. I had no idea what was going on until I found the message that made everyone go crazy about me. It was from none other than Jack Gilinsky.

“@Y/T/N happy birthday! Being seventeen really is great. DM me your number, I want to Facetime you and wish you happy birthday from face to face!”

My hands started shaking and I felt the sudden urge to scream until I have no air in my lungs. I couldn’t believe it, I had to read it over and over again, then I checked if it really was his profile and then I saw that he even followed me so I could DM him. I felt like I was dreaming this whole thing.

I needed a few minutes before I could adjust that I had to message him my number. But before I did it, I quickly tweeted.

“Just woke up to the best thing ever. Thanks for the bday wishes! And @jackgilinsky my number is on its way!”

I hit sent and then quickly went to Jack’s profile and sent him my number in a DM. I checked his profile and he was active about half an hour ago. I had no idea how long it would take him to see the message, but I refused to put my phone down. My eyes were glued to the screen waiting for it to light up.

In the meanwhile I got hundreds of tweets asking me about Jack and if he already called me. I told the same thing to everyone, that I was still waiting for his call.
I swear, I left the damn phone in my room for one minute, just while I went to the bathroom, but I immediately heard it ringing the moment I closed the door behind me. I rushed back grabbing it from the bed and without a second thought I answered the call.

I saw myself at first and it was black on the other side, but then out of a sudden Jack’s smiley face appeared on my screen and I had never felt happier in my entire life.

“Oh my God, it’s really you!” I whispered trying to get used to the fact that I was Facetiming with him.

“Hey, beautiful, happy birthday!” he smiled widely at the screen and waved at me. I gasped in happiness staring at my phone.

“Thank you so much!” I said managing to speak up. “I have never thought this would happen one day,” I admitted making him chuckle.

“Happy to make your dream come true,” he said smiling at me. “Johnson, come here and wish happy birthday!” he spoke turning away from the phone and a moment later Johnson appeared next to him on the screen.

“Hey girl, happy birthday!” He smiled at me and I couldn’t stop grinning.

“Thank you so much! Now this is really my best birthday,” I sighed. “Can I take a screenshot? People are asking me to take one and post it.”

“Sure,” they answered at the same time. We posed and I took a screenshot. Okay, not just one, I did like a thousand, but don’t blame me, I was excited as hell and wanted to have as many as I could do.

We talked a bit more, they were super nice and after a little while I forgot who I was talking to and I was able to behave normally. That was truly the most amazing experience in my life. From that day, I knew that there would be two guys who would wish me happy birthday no matter what. Jack and Jack never forgot my birthday and I got a tweet from them every year. They are the most amazing people in the world.

Happy Birthday

Anonymous request for what Spencer Reid would have in store for his girlfriend on her birthday.


I woke up to the rustling of our sheets, the mattress dipping down as Spencer crawled into bed beside me. He pressed himself against my back, nuzzling into my neck, his warm body a comfort.
“Hi,” I murmured.
“Good morning,” he replied. “And,” he continued, pressing his lips to my head, “Happy Birthday, (Y/N).” I smiled as I rolled over in his arms to face him.
“Thanks,” I said. He kissed me gently.
“You might want to get up, though,” he said.
“Mm. Why?” I asked sleepily.
“Because I have big plans for your birthday.”

Spencer took me to my favorite coffee shop for breakfast, where I got my usual danish and macchiato. Then, he pulled me enthusiastically to our next stop, which turned out to be the bookstore that I love.
“Pick one,” he said, standing in the center of the store with his arms out wide.
“Anything,” he said. I smiled slightly at him and then turned to peruse the shelves, eventually settling on a selection of classic fairy tales, which Spencer paid for as we left.
“Alright, what’s next?” I asked.
“You’ll love this one,” he said with sparkling eyes as he took my hand in his.
We went to the Disney store, which Spencer knows I adore, but where I don’t go often because it’s so expensive. He smiled brightly at me.
“Go ahead, pick something,” he said.
“Pick something?” I repeated and he nodded.
“Yeah, whatever you want,” he encouraged. “Go on.” I smiled hesitantly and then went on to look around the store. I settled on a journal and pen set, fashioned in the style of Belle’s books from ‘Beauty and the Beast’.
“Okay, we have lunch now,” Spencer announced.
“You’re very…in command today,” I commented, and he smiled at me.
“I have big plans for today,” he said.
“I can tell.”

We had lunch at one of my favorite little Greek places, and I got all my favorite foods, complete with baklava for dessert. Then, hand in hand, we left the shop and Spencer announced that we had one more stop to make.
“Where is it?” I asked.
“The flower shop,” he answered. Puzzled, I followed him.
“Okay, pick your favorite of these rose bushes,” he said. I looked at them for a moment, and settled on a pink one that liked. Spencer bought it and we headed back toward the house where we both lived.
“Let’s go, we have to plant it,” he said, sounding excited.
“How about out front?” I suggested, but he shook his head.
“No, I’ve already picked a spot,” he said assertively and I just nodded. This change in his personality was curious, but I found myself interested to see where it was leading. He led me to the back of the house, where a space of dirt was cleared, presumably for the rosebush.
“Come on,” he encouraged. “Let’s go.” I laughed at his enthusiasm and followed him as he knelt in the dirt. He looked between me and the clear patch of dirt, gesturing toward it.
“You want me to dig a hole for the roses?” I asked, and he nodded, pointing to a spot in the center.
“Right there,” he said, and, shooting him an inquisitive look, I began to dig into the dirt. Seconds later, I came upon something solid and glanced up at my boyfriend.
“What?” He asked innocently. I turned my attention to the dirt and pulled up a small black velvet ring box. When I turned back to Spencer, he was sitting on one knee.
“Open it,” he said softly. I opened the box and gasped at the sight of the princess cut ring.
“Spence,” I said.
“I want to spend my whole life with you, (Y/N),” he said. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and you’re beautiful and smart and kind and I love you more than anything in the world. Will you marry me?”
I nodded my head against the tears in my eyes.
“Yes,” I managed. “Yes.” He smiled and slid the ring onto my left ring finger. We both stood up and he pulled me close. My fingers were dirty but I didn’t care.
“I love you so much,” I mumbled into his shoulder.
“I love you, too,” he said. “And (Y/N)?”
“Hmm?”
He smiled brightly at me.
“Happy Birthday.

Deal with it- Sebastian Stan

Hey guys!! I really liked writing this one! Hope you enjoy it! Requests are open!

AND OF COURSE HAPPY BDAY TO MY SMOL BEAN, THE MEME LORD, SEXY SEABASS!

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Word count: 2K

Warnings: None

When you first knew that you were going to be in the new Marvel movie Captain America: Civil War you almost lost your mind. While auditioning for the role, you thought it was completely impossible for the directors to like you, you were just eighteen years old and had no experience. Luckily for you, the Russos didn’t seem to care about it.

It’s been two and a half months since you started to film the movie and you are already really close with the cast. Especially with Chris, you are both from Boston so you are always talking about the things you used to do there and the restaurants you love most. Chris has become like a big brother to you. Sebastian and Mackie are also really funny and nice to you, they are always teasing you about your age, but you love them anyway. The rest of the cast is always caring for you, giving you advice to be better at your acting and joking with you. You were having a great time, until one week ago some pictures of the set leaked. It was you and Sebastian being really close with each other. People started to jump into conclusions saying you and him were more than friends. You tried to stop the rumors, Sebastian is really handsome, but you don’t like him at all! But it was too late, people already were talking about your “secret relationship”. One day after the news were out, your pics of Instagram started being full of hateful comments and the tweets you received were all horrible. Of course, the cast noticed this immediately, Sebastian cleared up the rumors and they told you to don’t worry about it. But the hate never stopped and now it’s been one week full of horrendous and awful comments to you.

When everyone knew you were going to be in the new Captain America movie and you started to became more famous, you knew that with all the love, the hate will also come. But you never thought that people were capable of saying such awful things. The first days you started to receive hate, you were doing fine. You thought it was just jealous fangirls that didn’t have a life of their own, so they decided to mess with yours just because they thought you were going out with their favorite.  But as the days went by, it started to slowly got to you. The few comments you read were stuck in your head for days, thinking if they were true. Everyday, you tried to not read anything but you always ended up seeing one or two comments. And it looked like you always read the worst. You thought about the hate, you thought that if so many people were agreeing, maybe it was because it’s actually true. You tried to stop these thoughts, but it seemed completely impossible. It was like they were tattooed in your skin and every time you looked in the mirror you could see all the hate.

The last couple nights you cried. But the hate never stops, the 24 hours of the day your phone is constantly receiving hateful messages. You are scared of posting pictures, of tweeting something because you know everything you do, they are going to find a way to hate on you for it. That’s the reason why you have been so inactive these past days. You don’t want to receive more hate, you are done with it. Plus, you don’t want to worry your family. Your mom called you last week, asking if you were okay and to don’t believe anything they were saying. You lied to her, saying that you were okay and that the comments weren’t affecting you at all. You didn’t want to worry her, she had a hard time letting you leave to Atlanta by yourself, so you decided it was better to act as if everything was fine. You told her how fun this experience was being and that you had to go because you needed to film some important scenes. It was hard lying to her, but it was for her own good.

You sit on the bed of your trailer looking at the comments in your Instagram picture. You shouldn’t be doing this, but it’s like you need to know what all these horrible people are saying about you. You feel your eyes water at some really mean and unnecessary comments. You try to silent your cry, but you fail, the sniffles filling the little trailer.

Chris and Sebastian are walking back to their trailers, it’s been a really long day. Everyone was already done, but they had to stay longer to film some fight scenes between Steve and Bucky. The movie is turning out really good, everyone is awesome. Chris and Sebastian already knew all the cast, but then you came to the set the first day. Your character is as awesome as you are. Chris is really close with you, since you are a Bostonian just like him. Sebastian is also good friends with you,  he always says that you remind him of himself when he was your age. They, and the whole cast in general, is amazed by you. They find it really hard to believe how an eighteen year old can be as talented, natural and mature. But lately, they have been a little concerned about you. Especially Sebastian. Some stupid rumors about you and him going out leaked and now his whole fandom is against you. They tried to talk to you and to made sure you were fine, but they always got the same response from you. “I’m okay guys, stop worrying about me.”

The boys laugh while walking to their trailers, when Chris hears something strange. He stops Sebastian and listens carefully. It sounds like a sniff, as if someone is crying. Chris looks at Sebastian, his face illuminated by the light of the trailer they have in front of them. Seb points his head towards the caravan and Chris furrows his eyebrows, until he notices they are right in front of your trailer. One of the windows is open, letting your cries scape into the night.

You cover your mouth, knowing that you are probably being too loud. You don’t want to bother everyone with your stupid problems. You hear the door of your trailer open and you get up quickly, turning your back to whoever entered.

“Hey, (Y/N), it’s me and Seb. Are you okay?” You close your eyes and bit your lip.

They probably heard you, but you don’t want to annoy them, they are surely tired and just want to go to sleep. You take a deep breath, trying to ignore your shaky hands, and crack a smile. You still don’t turn to them, you are sure your eyes are red and puffy.

“Yeah-yeah. I’m just fine.” You sigh and rub your eyes, trying to stop the tears.

A pair of big hands rest on your shoulders and turn you around slowly. You look down, seeing Chris’ jeans and his favorite trainers. You let out a little cry and he immediately pulls you into him, hugging you tight. You hug him back, his perfect smell going up your nostrils and calming you down a little bit. Chris sits down on your bed, you sitting next to him. His left arm is hugging your waist, pulling your head to his shoulder, while his right hand is caressing your thigh.

“It’s because of the hate?” Sebastian looks at you with sad eyes.

You just nod your head, not being able to speak. He sighs and kneels in front of you, grabbing your hands.

“Hey, it’s okay. We all get hate. They are going to leave you alone eventually, (Y/N). You just need to learn to live with it. I know it’s hard, but you can’t listen to what they say, because it’s always false. They want to hurt you, don’t give them that satisfaction.” You give him a small smile and he squeezes your hands.

Chris holds you tightly to him, trying to make you feel better. Eventually, you feel your tears stop and being replaced by a big smile when Chris tells you some really stupid and bad jokes. You laugh at him and hug him one more time, thanking him silently for staying with you. Chris and Seb leave, letting you alone with your thoughts. You change into your pajamas and go to sleep, trying not to think about the comments.

The sun is filtering through the little curtains in your window and you wake up with a big smile, knowing that even though all the hate, you still have some of the best people in the world as your friends. When you are dressed, you open your phone a little bit scared of what you are going to find. Your eyes are wide open when you see that your comment section just turned into a hate free zone. There are a lot of new messages, but all of them are either people telling you how awesome and beautiful you are or apologizing for saying horrible things to you. Your surprised face is changed into a big happy expression while you go through the comments. You can still see some hate messages, but it doesn’t matter to you anymore, because the beautiful comments you are getting are truly awesome. You then discover why the sudden change in everyone’s behavior. Entering into Sebastian’s Instagram profile, you see he posted a new photo. You smile at the pic, Chris and you hugging. Realizing this is from yesterday, you go and read the caption. You have a big grin while you read through Seb’s words.

My heart is broken, this has to stop right now. I’ve seen a lot of you sending hate towards this amazing, beautiful, talented young girl. Let me tell you, she doesn’t deserve this. She is such a good friend and an awesome person! She is always trying to help everyone, and she is working really hard on this movie for you guys to like it! And how do you respond to all her effort? By sending her a million hate messages a day! All of you who have been sending her hate, apologize to her. If you can’t stand her, then don’t stand me. I don’t want toxic people on my fan base. I’m really sorry guys, you know that I love you with all my heart and soul, but she is a person. Not my girlfriend, not my friend, not a new actress in the MCU, but a human being. So please, stop this. Thank you to all of my fans that hadn’t said a bad word to her, I really appreciate it guys.

Love, Sebastian.

You smile like a little girl, and you run out of your trailer to go find him. Once you see him, he is sitting in one of the tables of cafeteria. He is with Chris, Scarlett and Anthony. You hug him from behind and plant a kiss on his cheek. He laughs happily at your reaction and turns his head a little bit to look at you.

“Good morning to you too, kid.” Anthony looks at you and laughs.

“Morning, guys!” You let go of Sebastian and sit next to him.

“I see you are really happy this morning.” Chris has a big smile on his face while he looks at you.

“I am.”

“And what made you so happy?” Seb raise an eyebrow teasingly at you and you bit your lip, holding your big grin.

“I think it was an Instagram post. This cute dude just wrote something really nice about her.” Scarlett laughs while looking at you two.

“Thank you, Sea bass. I really appreciated it.” He smiles at you and takes a sip of his coffee.

“Someone had to deal with it once and for all, right?” You hug his arm happily and everyone laughs at your reaction.

Sebastian winks at you and you just laugh at him, knowing that you won’t have to deal with the hate for a long time.

sleep [jimin&you]

Summary: Said boyfriend Jimin is unable to sleep, so you comfort him until he falls into deep slumber.

a/n: here you are, anon!!! thanks so much for your kind patience! i am such a horrible person for updating so slow T_T but i hope you enjoyed this and that it made you happy!!!

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12:34AM is what is being read on Jimin’s phone as he shuffles over to check the time. Sighing deeply, he positions himself comfortably on the bed and starts doing situps. Maybe if he exercises, it’ll tire him out and he’ll fall asleep faster. Besides, his Seokjin hyung have recommended to him before, stating that he should exercise if he ever feels tired and wishes to sleep.

However, nothing just wasn’t working and Jimin has no idea why. He’s done probably about twenty situps, twenty pushups, and at least forty jumping jacks, but nothing helped. Therefore Jimin lays back down on his bed again, taking his cellphone out and playing some games on it. Even so, that didn’t help very much.

With nothing left in mind, Jimin shamelessly dials your phone number and calls you.

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taehyung; count on me

❝you can always count on taehyung to make you feel better
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♡ for the love @taereads​ ((bc i can’t hug you my babe))

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taehyung knows that when he comes home to dimmed lights and constant sighs, there’s something to be on the lookout for and he’s on his feet the moment he walks through that door. he carefully sets his things aside and strips of his jacket and though he’s very tempted to rid of his clothes for something more comfortable, he ignores it.

he goes straight to where he hopes he’ll see you and is disappointed when emptiness greets him and the coldness of the air conditioning that grazes on his skin instead of the warmth of your touch. huffing, he makes a quick decision to change out of a button up shirt with slacks into something that lets him breathe properly; a loose sweater (the one you got him on his birthday last year - it was a whole box of things he’d die for and this was one of it) along with his boxers hanging off his hips.

once in comfort, and the feeling of you hugging him because of the cotton material, he makes his way to walk out of the bedroom. part of him debates if he should head to the spare guest room or if he should trudge out to the balcony but both disappears when he stands by the kitchen doorway and he finds there’s a shadow looming under the moonlight, casted on the white tiles that lures him in because he knows that shape, the silhouette and the breathing pattern as a whole to even look past it.

his steps are light, calculated with each one and when he makes it past the fridge, he tries not to frown too hard at the sight. the person that he loves looking so sad when they (you) deserve everything that the world should grant you on a golden platter when you bring so much happiness and you actually make the world a better place you, deserve the world.

taehyung makes himself known as he walks around the island and stands in front of you, blocking the light from the glow out the window and it makes you tip your chin up to meet with his worried gaze. his deep voice resonates in the quiet apartment, echoes through the hollow of your chest and makes its way down to your spine and back up into your heart because he belonged there.

“something’s wrong, isn’t it…?”

biting down on your lip, you manage a small nod and you almost feel bad for not saying anything because taehyung’s looking at you like that. like that translates into wide eyes dilated with fear of losing you. like that is that look in his eyes whenever he’s not feeling happy. like that is a bundle of facial features dragging down into an unpleasant one like the frown digging on the corners of his lips or the furrowing of his brows that knit together with frustration - anything. when taehyung is sad, he shows it. and all the more when he’s sad because you’re sad.

he doesn’t say much and walks around the island once more but it’s to reach where you are this time. he gets on his knees and beckons you to do the same - which you do, relentlessly following his suit when he pulls you down to the floor and you’re crawling into the space between his legs that you call home when he welcomes you with long, warm arms that are made to hold you. it was as if taehyung was made to love you and you couldn’t question anything aside from that anymore. in fact, you don’t.

because you’re the exact same thing to him.

in any occasion, taehyung would be the first one to not resort to violence but when it involves you, taehyung could resort to anything.

“any butts i need to kick in your favor?” he murmurs, caressing your head down to your back and over and over again with his other arm latched around your waist for leverage. shaking your head against him, he only exhales before he tries again, “anyone made you upset?”

shaking your head again, taehyung manages to put together of the pieces that you’ve dropped that contained information that might’ve contributed to why you’re feeling like this. he’s also wise enough to know he shouldn’t bring it up so he just - “it’s… that thing, isn’t it? the one you’ve been stressing about these few days…?”

with a simple yes, taehyung leaves it at that and drops the topic, so he can - “how about some ice cream and your favorite movie? it’s not too late. we can sleep after,”

he was so sure he had it in the bag but he’s always finding out new things when you refuse and just cling onto him tighter, mumbling under your breath that somehow floats into his ears to decipher all the syllables, “just wanna stay like this. just want you to hold me,”

with a small smile and a heart big enough to swallow you up until you feel nothing but the warmth of all that he is and how the heartbeats match the tempo in this rhythm of love, he simply kisses the side of your head and goes back to stroking you gently and he hums against your chest, “you can count on me, love.”

Happy Birthday Phil

Hello!! Here is my new phanfic, as promised. 

Summary: Dan refuses to accept Phil’s proposal because it is Phil’s birthday.

TW: none

Word Count: About 3000 

A/N: Okay, so to be honest, I don’t like this fic as much as my others, but since I spent a lot of time writing it, and I’m proud of some parts, I’m going to post this. Give me lots of feedback because I love that stuff, and most importantly, Happy Birthday Phil! 

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“Phil! I’m home!” Dan shouted as he walked in the door to their apartment. “Phil?”

Phil was sitting on his bed, pondering what to do with the little velvet box in his hands. He had been planning this day for months, where he would propose while they were doing something cute, like watching TV or just having cuddle time, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He decided that his birthday would be a good day, as Dan would never suspect it.

He hoped Dan would say yes. All Phil’s friends knew about this and reassured Phil that all would go well, but he couldn’t help but be utterly and completely terrified.

“PHIL IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY,” Dan tackled Phil on the bed. Thankfully, Phil managed to get the little box back in his pocket before Dan saw or felt it.

“Yup,” Phil said, smiling then pecking Dan on the lips. “It’s been my birthday this whole day.”

Dan laughed. “You know what I mean. Anyway, it’s time for presents? Yay or nay? Should we wait ‘till after dinner? Also, I thought that we could have pizza anyway since it’s your favorite. Is that okay? Or I can totally make something.”

Phil cut Dan off with a kiss. “Relax, Dan, my birthday has been great so far. I’ve just been sitting on tumblr all day watching videos.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t here all day-”

“But you’re here now! Let’s have fun,” Phil said, looking up at Dan.

“Okay,” Dan said, pinning Phil down to the bed. “Let’s have fun.” He seductively kissed Phil’s cheek until Phil pushed them both upright.

“Not that kind of fun. Let’s, I know, let’s build a fort!”

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Just Like Heaven

okay so lightly based off of this video and for misha7collins who i love dearly. also the song in this fic is this
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A sharp rap of knuckles on his bedroom door stirs Castiel from his thoughts. He blinks slowly at his reflection in the mirror and slowly turns off the running water. Another year older, he thinks grimly, might as well accept it.

“Coming.” He calls to whoever is behind the door. He wipes his face on the fresh towel and makes sure all the shaving cream is gone before he steps out of the bathroom.

Before opening the door he gathers himself and takes a deep, calming breath. All of the attention of birthdays always makes him nervous. Coupled with surprises, which Dean has a penchant for, Cas’ stomach is a knotted wreck. He exhales through his nose. He’s okay.

He closes his eyes as he opens the door, steeling himself for the crowd of people Dean has likely gathered on the other side. But as the door swings open with a quiet squeak there’s nothing. Cas opens his eyes cautiously.

There’s nobody there. His hallway is empty. He carefully peers around the corner, making sure there’s no one waiting to jump out and surprise him. There’s no one, and besides, Dean’s likely learned his lesson after the first genuine surprise party and the black eye he had a week after. The only thing is a small whiteboard placed at Castiel’s feet. He squints at the words neatly written there: “Greenhouse.”

Cas’ eyebrows crease together in confusion. Well, this is different. The greenhouse is certainly a staple in Cas’ life and it holds a very special place in his heart for more reasons than one, but he can’t imagine why Dean wants him to go there. Oh shit, he thinks, stopping in his tracks. If Dean is throwing a party in the greenhouse Cas is going to have his head. His plants will be ruined. He grits his teeth and briskly walks to his backyard with more urgency.

He’s prepared to yell at Dean as he rounds the corner, ready to see a huge crowd of people fogging up the glass in his precious greenhouse but he falters when it comes into view. The doors are open, beckoning, and there are old Christmas lights strung up along the inside, bathing the interior in a soft yellow glow. Castiel’s heart clenches, how long has Dean been out here working on this? He can’t see Dean anywhere and decides to venture inside.

Inside it’s even more beautiful than he could imagine. He trails his fingertips along the leaves of his plants as he always does.

There’s a chair in the middle of the central aisle. Castiel comes to it and lifts up the iPad sitting on the seat. There’s a post-it note with the words “play me” on it. Castiel rolls his eyes. Dean is definitely pulling out all the stops for this birthday.

Cas sits down and sighs contentedly as he looks at his plants bathed in the warm light. The night sky is dark and the stars are twinkling through the glass panes of the greenhouse. It really is a lovely night, he thinks. If only Dean would show himself and they could spend it together. He supposes the only thing he can do is follow instructions.

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The Thing About Forever Is... Pt. One

Hold on, my sweet muffins! My new AU is go! I hope you like it, give me your feedback, and it will be on FF.net tomorrow. 

Santana Lopez is not normal. This is just a fact and it resonates on a deep level with her. Yeah, she had a rough childhood, and an odd adulthood, and she gravitates towards people she shouldn’t, and likes people with the ‘wrong’ type of genitalia… But, more than that, she’s odd. She always makes sure to leave the closet door in her bedroom open a crack, and has never had a marshmallow.  She’s definitely one of the weird ones. She doesn’t mind, though. It’s what got her her podcast Santana Lopez is Not Normal (broadcasting every weekend evening on the Paranormal Podcast Network), and enough advertising revenue to help pay some of the bills, and her producer/ sidekick. Hell, she even got an intern that year. Things were weird but good.

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wishing you all a very happy valentine’s day & nyfw from the loren-styles clan! oh, and me, i guess ;) here’s a drabble that picks up after the final drabble in the holiday series. enjoy! <3 love you lots and lots and lots and LOTS!!!!

in the frow - february 14, 2027

“Where’s mummy?” Madeleine asked, dodging Harry’s hands as he tried to wrangle her hair into a small ponytail. He was under strict instructions to make sure that Madeleine and Phoebe wore the outfits Eva left out for them and to have their hair brushed and styled. Usually, Eva let their curls run wild and guided them when they wanted to pick out their own. Today was much, much different.

“Mummy is at work,” Harry told her. “Maddie, can you let daddy do your hair?”

She shook her head, pushing her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “Want mummy!” she protested, folding her arms across her chest, still clad in her cupcake pajama shirt.

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missvanillacchii  asked:

Hi! i love your blog a lot! um.... The iwatobi and samezuka guys' confession and first kiss with their s/o?

combining these two cause it seemed relevant

Haruka: The relationship between him and his partner was very casual, neither of them going out of their ways to do overly-romantic things. Simple dates at the pool were enough for both of them, and Haru clearly remembered when he had swam to the end of the pool and back to his waiting partner who pecked his lips and sweetly remarked that they liked him a lot. He smiled, pressing his wet forehead against theirs, “Me too.”

Makoto: After class was over one day, he had gone to his locker, only to find a love letter from an anonymous person. Three minutes later, he’d met them, only to realize that they were just his type. Their first kiss came many weeks later, as they sat reviewing notes before a big test. He had leaned in and kissed them as gently as he could before fumbling with excuses. “I-I’m sorry, I just…” He exhaled, before smiling, “I like you, ___-chan.”

Nagisa: It’s no surprise that he was first to confess and first to kiss his partner. His partner had mildly scolded him for the pace they were running at, as he led them to the ice cream parlor where he gleefully made them pick out their favorite flavor. After they were seated on a park bench, Nagisa had gone and made his move, “___-chan, you have something on your lips.” He wasted no more time in kissing them and then gently nuzzling their shoulder, “I like you, okay?” 

Rei: He looked over to see his partner of a few months squeezing his hand and pointing out a constellation above their heads. His partner stared up at him in curiosity, quietly asking why he was looking at him like that and he acted impulsively, leaning down to kiss them-only to knock foreheads and see a different set of stars. “I-I’m sorry, that was terrible! I-” He squeaks when his partner grabs a fistful of his shirt and drags him towards him, effectively silencing him with both a confession, and a kiss. 

Rin: He was such a crybaby that the waterworks came as soon as he saw their face illuminated by the television screen and realized that his feelings were 100% real. He leans over and rests his cheek against the top of their head, “___, listen…” He doesn’t get far when his partner looks up and smiles, and suddenly his whole world is different. “Shit-I…” They kiss him softly, and he swallows back a sob, “I’m only saying this once… but I like you, alright?” 

Sousuke: It was hot, the sun was shining, and he was out with his partner of a few months on a date in the park. He presses a kiss to their temple when he gets the chance, playing it off as though it wasn’t him. ‘Hey, don’t look at me.” But when they admit that they liked him a lot, his cool demeanor crumbles and he falls back against their picnic blanket, “God, when you say that it makes me-” He grabs their arm, pulling them into him and kissing them sweetly. 

Aiichirou: When he watches his partner-the ace of their volleyball team-play with such zeal, it makes him both proud and envious. If he could be like them, he would be so much more confident. After the game is over, he approaches them with a clearly shaken exterior, handing them a water bottle and complimenting their playing. “When I see you… I get really… happy inside and…” He swallows, “I l-like you, ___.” Ai ends up chickening out, but manages to kiss their cheek and then runs off, leaving his partner very confused. 

Seijuurou: His partner had been putting away their things in their locker when he approached, slamming it shut, and successfully kabe don-ing them. “Yo.” he says, appearing disinterested before taking pleasure in his partner’s bashful expression at having so many people watching. He leans in closer to them, “I like you, alright?” His smile is as wide as the seas when his partner giggles and brings their face in for a kiss.  

Momotarou: “I’m totally gonna win this.” He says, concentrating on the game on the screen, “If I do, you have to kiss me, ___-chan!” Fast-forward five minutes, and Momo ended up losing, leaving his pride in pieces on the ground. But not for long. He takes his partner’s hand and squeezes tight before pecking their lips nervously, “I-I forgot to tell you that if you won, I’d kiss you!” His goofy grin breaks apart and he nuzzles their neck with his nose, “It’s not fair! Why do I have to like you so much?!”