he called her sweetheart


The Librarians and the Horns of a Dilemma | (Part I) ( Part II )

Marry Me

Author: Mikala
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1,700
Warnings: None. It’s all fluff. 
Author’s Note: This is very loosely inspired by the song Marry Me by Train. It’s super cute. AU-ish. (My first attempt at anything along those lines, to be honest; so feedback is great!) First half isn’t in the reader’s POV, but the second half switches to it. Hope y’all like it! 

“Well, boys. I guess I’ll be on my way now.” Peggy tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, slinging her purse over her shoulder as she said goodbye to the two men sitting across from her. Steve immediately stood up, offering a hand to her.

“I’ll call you later, sweetheart,” he told her, pulling her to her feet. She blushed a little when he kissed her, smiling sweetly up at him after he pulled away. Bucky sighed melodramatically from his seat, pouting for a moment as the couple glanced over at him with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Bucky moped, putting on a fake scowl. “I was just thinking about how my two best friends got together and always insist on me being a third wheel. And then grossly make out in front of me,” he finished, his face splitting into a wide grin. Steve and Peggy shared a laugh, and Peggy stepped around the table, leaning down to hug Bucky around the shoulders.

“You’re the one who asked us to hang out today, you big dork!” She ruffled his hair as she stood back up straight, moving back to hug Steve. “Goodbye, boys!”

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anonymous asked:

Can I get some Kakashi as a dad with a young daughter headcanons please? :)

I wrote these imagining the daughter in different age groups, like from toddler to young adult and all that, oopsie. So there’s a mix. Hope that’s alright!


•He’d call her sweety or sweetheart, or I guess by what’s considered the standard in Japanese, just her name, maybe a shortened version of her name, with a little ‘chan’ at the end. But definitely calls her by her first name only when he’s scolding her

•He’d read to her a lot when she was younger. Little bedtime stories. Only problem is she one time went to pick from Kakashi’s collection and pulled out an Icha Icha book then asked him about it, and Kakashi almost had a heart attack

•He’d definitely dress up in princess outfits and have tea time if she wanted. Kakashi’s s/o would come home and see this and Kakashi would just be like “shhhhh, it’s tea time. Don’t disrupt us”

•Extremely protective, though he doesn’t show it. He strives not to be that overprotective, overbearing dad. Wants to be the cool dad. Though he doesn’t really have to TRY hard for that. He’s laid back anyways. But yeah he wouldn’t be on her all the time. He only intervenes if he feel like there’s a problem. But he definitely teaches her from an early age that she needs to be careful, and also teaches her how to stand up for herself

•And he probably does like the idea of training her. You know he can be a little shit when it comes to being a sensei, but he’d be pretty serious training his daughter. It’s not really in depth training either, just the basics. He doesn’t want to overwhelm her, but he wants to make sure she takes something from his lessons

•Makes her give him a big kiss on the cheek and a high five before she goes off to the academy every day, at least when she’s a lot younger

•There’s also nothing he enjoys more than coming home late after a long day and having his little girl run into his arms the second he walks through the door

•When she was still a baby, she probably pulled at Kakashi’s mask a lot and he let her get away with it. Only person who can do that. On the other hand, imagine her growing up the first few years thinking her dad didn’t have a mouth and nose because it was always covered. Like the first time the mask came off she was like AHHHHHHH WHAT’S WRONG WITH DADDY’S FACE

•This is still going more of the toddler route, but Kakashi messes with her too much. Like during meal times, he steals food off her plate just because he likes how infuriated she gets. Like the way she slams her little fists on the table and yells at him in incoherent baby words. And he just keeps saying shit like “No no, this is my food now. You can’t have any”

•Team 7 (Naruto and Sakura specifically. Naruto especially) will adore her. The two of them would probably get into arguments about who should be her sensei. And as she grows older, they compete for her attention to see who ends up as her “favorite”. Kakashi likes to sit back and watch this all unfold. Very entertaining

anonymous asked:

Headcannon on why Han calls Leia sweetheart

You know, I don’t think I really have a headcanon for this. I kind of just take it at face value I guess. He starts calling Leia ‘sweetheart’ sarcastically to be patronizing in ANH and it kind of becomes their thing.

I think maybe Han kept calling her 'sweetheart’ even after they became friends and he was no longer trying to insult her or even provoke her (not REALLY anyways, although I’m sure he called her Sweetheart disdainfully in some of their fights pre-ESB, and I’m sure for a while he was calling her sweetheart to get a rise out of her) was sort of a way to… not exactly “stake his claim,” but I guess to sort of… show that their dynamic was *special.* Like, he might be just a smuggler and he might not even be actually enlisted in the rebel alliance, but he’s calling the PRINCESS Sweetheart and she’s letting him do so. And I don’t just mean he wanted other people to see that, although maybe he was kinda smug about it sometimes, but also for himself, because if she really didn’t feel anything towards him, would she let him call her that? He didn’t think so.

And because it started off sarcastic, it becomes a way for him to call her an endearment with a free pass. Like, if he one day just started calling her “baby” or something there’s no way that would have gone over well, but because he’d been calling her sweetheart the whole time it’s ok.

And, again, like I said, it became their *thing.* It might even be one of the things that makes them realize they have feelings for each other, because I’m sure one day Han called her sweetheart and Leia kind of realized that she liked it when he called her that just a little too much, and Han had to question at some point why he was calling Leia sweetheart without any hint of sarcasm or ulterior motive or snark or to provoke her, but because it just felt natural and right.

And because of all that of course he continued to call her sweetheart once they were together, because by then it was set in stone.

Sweetheart - Rick Grimes Imagine

Anonymous said:
Can u write one rick x reader where the reader rick are a couple and but she is younger than him like 25-26 and he calls her sweetheart and she gets super awkward and blushes like crazy. what he finds very cute and teases her😁💓 love ur blog️ - Thanks for the request anon. I hope you like this and thanks for the kind comment about my blog <3 xx

You were stood peeling some vegetables in the kitchen, Carol opposite you talking away about ideas for pudding. You see his arms wrap around your waist and feel the corners of your mouth pull up. ‘Rick..I gotta concentrate..And I’m pretty sure Carol doesn’t want to see this.’ The woman chuckles and raises her eyebrows ‘It’s fine by me.’ She loves the way you have made Rick so happy, after so many bad times. You put down the food and turn to face him.

You’re younger than him but the age has never been an issue for you, you found him attractive from the moment you saw him, but never said anything. It was Rick that made the first move, pressing you up against a fence and kissing you after a particular heated discussion following a routine run that almost went bad. 

You smile at the man and wrap your arms around his neck, he looks into your eyes smiling ‘Sorry sweetheart..I just missed you.’ You feel your cheeks flush and can’t help the grin that spreads itself across your face. He smiles at you ‘Are you blushing?’ You slap him playfully on the shoulder but your feel your face grow more crimson ‘Shut up.’ He pulls you towards him and kisses your neck as you giggle. ‘You’re so cute when you blush.’ You push him away and try to look stern but know your face is betraying you ‘Rick..Get out..I need to cook!’ He steps away his hands up in surrender. ‘Sorry…I’ll leave you to it..’ 

He walks away smiling at you ‘Sweetheart!’ Your cheeks flush once more and your chest fills with warmth and affection at the man who holds you in his arms every night.

anonymous asked:

50 Han and Leia - who is the hopeless romantic

Leia, secretly. It even takes Han quite a while to figure this out, but she just melts when he calls her sweetheart or sends her flowers at work for no reason. She loves romance novels when she has a few days off and can read something for pleasure. She also likes to do a few nice things for Han now and then just to remind him how much she loves him, like pack a lunch for him and slip a note in, or bring him kaf and write ‘I love you’ on the cup.

Kibbs headcanons

1. Kate has stolen at least one of Gibbs’ USMC sweaters and wears it to bed.

2. Gibbs calls her “Katie” or “Minx”. Only he is allowed to do that. Anyone else is castrated.

3. Kate still doesn’t like calling him Jethro… she still calls him Gibbs.

4. Occasionally when they’re in bed, Kate flips Gibbs over, using moves from the secret service.

5. Gibbs is not a bottom. 

6. Kate’s tat is Gibbs’ initials. 

7. Gibbs looks at Kate’s lips when he’s talking to her.

8. Gibbs has introduced Kate to Mike Franks- he calls her sweetheart and acts sarcastic around her but he’s really thanking God Probie found somebody.

9. Kate runs her fingers through Gibbs’ hair when they’re alone because she loves it.

10. They regularly meet up in the elevator to.. you know… “discuss the case”

11. Kate, Ziva, Jenny and Abby occasionally have girls’ nights in Jenny’s office. Where they discuss men. And how annoying Gibbs and Tony can be.

12. When Gibbs tells Kate about Shannon & Kelly, she just snuggles up to him, and tells him how much they must have been loved. And that she’s not going anywhere.

13. Kate loves holidays, Gibbs doesn’t. Not that it stops her. No, she decorates at Christmas, puts up Halloween decorations and does Easter too. And Gibbs thinks it’s adorable.

14. Gibbs is a really good cook when he wants to be, and he loves cooking for Kate.

15. Kate says “I love you” first, but Gibbs tells her in a hundred different ways without ever say a word.

16. When they went undercover as Marines, they both fantasized about the other. Neither got any sleep that night.

17. Gibbs is actually super affectionate and loves cuddling with Kate. He also loves just wrapping his arms around her.

18. They have accidentally had sex on most of the surfaces in his house and her apartment. Completely accidental.

19. Gibbs walks into Autopsy one day, and finds Ducky staring at him. All he says is “Good Lord, Jethro, about time.”

20. Kate totally doesn’t expect it to last. And she doubts it right until he asks her to marry him.

21. She meets Jackson before anyone else. And totally loves him. Which Gibbs finds amusing.

22. They get very competitive at the shooting range. They often bet which one will shoot better. Gibbs always wins.

23. Gibbs always argues he needs Kate watching not participating in the interrogations, but it’s mostly because the eye sex would distract him from the job.

24. Gibbs would die for Kate, and he’s learned from experience that she’d give her life for him.

25. When they finally tell the rest of the team. they find out they’ve been bet on for years.

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James called Lily a lot of things. He called her Ginge when he wanted to annoy her. He called her Sweetheart like it was her name. He called her Lillian when he was being serious. He called, no whined, Lily when he didn’t feel good or when he was sad. He called her Baby when he wanted something.

Lily had a plethora of names for James. She called him toerag when she was annoyed at him. She called him Jamie when he just wanted to be held. She called him Babe when she was tired, or sick, or wanted something. She called him Bambi to piss him off. But she called him James when he made her laugh, or when she was frustrated, or when she talked about him near her family.

anonymous asked:

For the OTP ask meme: Lizzington and 16, 19, 41, 49 & 50

Ask me about my OTP headcanons?

16) Who is scared of thunderstorms?
Liz can sleep through anything, but Red isn’t too fond of them. He usually slips out of bed and tries to sit down with a book and some hot chocolate. (Sometimes Liz does wake up, though it’s more from the lack of Red in her bed than from the thunder. Then she goes to fetch him - she’s very good at providing distractions.)

19) Who loves to call the other one cute names?
They don’t really do pet names. It’s usually just Red and Lizzy. But sometimes he calls her sweetheart or dear, which never fails to make her smile.

49) Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger?
Depends on if it’s a stick shift. But usually Liz takes the passenger seat. He rarely tells her where they’re going anywhere. (Plus, she secretly likes to watch him, he has the most beautiful profile, especially when the street lights illuminate his features)

50) Who is the hopeless romantic?
Red is. He’s one of the tragic romantics though, the ones who believe in one true love and soulmates and a red string of fate. He was incredibly moved when he found out that Liz was a romantic at heart, too. But while he is dark and pessimistic, she’s bright and lovely and delightful; all folded handwritten ‘I love you’ notes hidden away in his coat pocket, carefully marking his page in his book when he falls asleep reading, asking Cooper to teach her how to knot a tie just so she can surprise Red with a perfect Windsor knot one morning.


Title: Sweetheart

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Request: Anonymous said: You and Jensen are neighbors and there’s a huge age gap, (Jensen: 37, Reader: 19) and she always talks to him after work and he always calls her sweetheart. One time she has a fight with her boyfriend and it’s a big scene so Jensen hears and comforts her.

Words: 3,462

Warnings: Swearing, daddy issues, mentions of cheating. (Is that even a warning?)

Side Note: For this one shot, Jensen is single (obviously) and the reader has been living in LA for almost two years and has been friends with him for that length of time. Also, I’m thinking of turning this into a fic. When I read this suggestion I got a lot of ideas for it, but they were all too long for a one shot.

“Bye, Malcom.” You said as you saw your coworker at the the coffee shop walking into the break room where you were currently gathering your things and clocking out.

“See ya, (Y/N).” He replied with a smile that reached his bright blue eyes.

You clocked out and walked out into the parking lot that was mostly empty besides a few of the nightly regulars’ cars. The city was calmingly quite tonight and you liked the feeling of the warm night air surrounding you. You had recently taken a job down town at an old coffee shop that usually only received older customers. It was nice and you got along well with your coworkers. Malcom and Abriana were the only ones you saw for the most part. Malcom worked in the back, making the orders, and Abriana did most of the cleaning, while you were up front taking the orders. You did more talking than working though. You weren’t slacking off, but you didn’t get many customers. It paid well was all that mattered in your mind.

You reached your car and hopped in. It was a little humid inside the car, considering it was late August, the hottest time of the year around where you lived, so you turned on the AC. As you drove down the road, you put on your favorite band. You were in a good mood and couldn’t help but smile. Things had worked out well for you. After the fight you had with your mom about wanting to move out to LA, you had constantly felt guilty.

“Why do you want to live in that god awful place? It’s full of rapist and scum bags.” Your mother retorted after you mentioned moving to LA.

“Well, you know I have a thing for the big cities, and I’m wanting to go there to see if I could land some acting careers. You know that’s my dream.” You murmured. You didn’t really want to fight with her, but had always done things her way.

“You know very few people make it.” She pointed out.

“Well, I still gotta try.” You felt slightly offended. Her statement had come across as if she didn’t think you could make it.

“I still don’t see why you wanna be an actress. I mean, they’re constantly getting attacked with hate and I don’t want to see my daughter doing a sex scene in some stupid movie.” She spat. You had had enough.

“Well, it’s what I wanna do. I’m sorry I don’t want to sit behind a desk for the rest of my life like you. I’m sorry I actually wanna try and make something out of my life!” You couldn’t help it when you raised your voice. She was making you mad. She constantly acted like this when you brought up your acting career.

“Do not raise your voice at me.” She glared at you.

“What are you gonna do? Hit me? Ground me? I hate to break it to you mother, but i’m 17, I can do whatever the hell I want and there’s nothing you can do about it!” You knew you where still young, but you were sick and tired of her trying to control your life.

“You wanna go to LA and become and actress? Go ahead. You wanna go there and through your life away because you get addicted to drugs or something? Go ahead. But don’t come crying to me.” That was it for you.

“Get addicted to drugs? Wow! Nice to know you think so low of me, your own fucking daughter!” You yelled as you stood from the table and ran into your room where you started to pack your things. You weren’t going to stay any longer and listen to her insulting you.

That was almost two years ago. You hand’t spoken to your mother since. You didn’t want to. She had insulted you and told you how low she thought of you. You knew you probably could’ve handled the situation better, but you were too blinded by rage to take a minute and calm down.

You still got worked up over it sometimes. After what she had said, it made you feel insecure in a way. To know that your own mother; the one who used to kiss your boo boo’s when you were younger, the one who always made you feel better when someone insulted you on the playground, felt that way about you.

Just the thought of that eventful day, brought you down into a gloomy mood. You turned your radio off and sat in silence the rest of the car ride. You felt a tear try to escape your eye but you quickly wiped it away. You weren’t going to cry. Not anymore. You had cried enough already.

You pulled up into your drive way and sat in the car for a bit, just thinking about your mother, and how you had practically ran away from her. She didn’t believe in you. The one person you expected to support you through your dreams, had turned on you and left you in the dust.

You pushed the thought away and quickly got out of your car. You were about to walk inside when you saw your neighbor, Jensen, was home. You and him had become good friends. You met when you auditioned for a part in Supernatural. It was a short role, nothing major, but you made it. You played a girl that the Winchesters saved during a werewolf hunt. You and Jensen had hit it off behind scenes and soon realized you lived next to each other.

After work, or on your guys’ off days, you would hang out. It was nice to have a friend in this big town. Of course, he wasn’t your only friend. You had Nathan (your boyfriend of 3 months), Abriana, and Malcom. You had met Nathan through Abriana. He was a great guy. He was nice to you and had brown eyes that were to die for. He had blonde hair and was working on a career in the music business. It was nice meeting him. He knew nothing of the rumors that used to be spread about you in your home town, so he was nice.

Abriana was different. When you two first met, you hated each other. She was too proody for your taste, and she decided you were high maintenance. You both soon realized that you were wrong, and became best friends. You hadn’t been friends long before you both trusted each other like a sister.

You decided that you would pay Jensen a short visit. It had been about a week since you had last seen him. You had taken longer hours at the shop and Jensen was busy filming. You still texted each other, along with the occasional phone call. Nathan didn’t like that you guys talked so much, but you thought it was cute that he was jealous.

You walked up to Jensen’s door and rung the doorbell. Sometimes you would just walk straight in, but it was late and it might freak him out a bit. He opened the door in a white t-shirt and sweatpants with messy hair, he looked kind of adorable. His face lit up with a smile once he saw you standing there.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He opened the door wider and pulled you in for a big hug. He rested his head on your shoulder and you had the completely lift your chin. He was taller than you. Not a lot taller, but tall enough that you had to look up to him. Jared was another story. “Mmm, coffee.” He commented with a chuckle.

“Yep, I just got home and decided to pop by.” You said as you pulled away from the hug.

“Well, come in.” He moved out of the way and motioned with his arm for you to enter. You obliged and stepped into his cozy home. It smelt of his cologne. You didn’t mind though, you actually loved his smell. You sat down on his couch. You had claimed the part closest to the tv, for when you guys would watch the new episode of Supernatural together.

“So, how was work?” He asked as he sat on the chair across from you.

“Same old, same old. Slow and uneventful.” You smiled.

He returned your smile and leaned back into the leather chair. “I’ve been trying to get some cleaning done today.” He sighed.

“You? Cleaning?” You let out a snort of laughter. “That’s new.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes playfully. “It was starting to get too messy even for me. You know, this place could really use a woman’s touch.” He winked.

“Ha, ha.” You replied sarcastically. “You and I both know that I hate cleaning just as much as you do.”

“Ah, come on. Don’t you love me?” He gave you his puppy dog eyes and puckered his lower lip.

“Yeah, but I also love my bed and Netflix. Besides, why do you think we make Abriana clean the shop?” Jensen shook his head with a smile. He stood up and made his way over to his fridge. “Beer?” He offered.

“Yep.” He grabbed two and tossed it to You as he sat back down. “So, how’s filming been?” You asked. Just as he was going to reply, your phone started ringing. “Hold on.” You pulled it out to see Nathan calling you. You answered it and was met with a demanding voice.

“Where are you?” He asked.

“Well hello to you too.” You teased.

“Where are you?” He repeated, a bit slower this time.

“I’m at Jensen’s.” You replied looking up at him. He gave you a tight smile and you looked back down at the floor as Nathan continued to talk.

“Well, I’m at yours. So, come over here.” With that he hung up. Well then. You thought as you put your phone back in your pocket.

“I’ll have to get a rain check on that beer.” You said as you went over to the fridge and put it back in it’s place.

“So soon, sweetheart?” He asked as he stood up as well, a pout on his lips as he made a little whining noise.

“Yeah, Nathan wants to see me.” You said as you walked towards him.

“Oh come on, you can see him anytime. It’s been a week since I’ve seen you.” He gave you puppy dog eyes again.

“I know, but when BAE calls, you gotta go.” You giggled slightly. He smiled as well and pulled you in for another hug.

“I gotta film tomorrow, and won’t be home till late, but you should try to come over. Some funny stuff happened on set this week.” He mumbled into your shoulder.

“I’ll try my best.” You pulled out of his embrace and turned to leave.

You opened the door and left, but not before giving Jensen one more smile as he closed the door. You walked back across the street and to your own home. You walked inside and Nathan was intact standing in your living room.

“Hey, babe.” You greeted as you walked up to him and tried to give him a kiss, but he turned his cheek. “What’s wrong?” You asked, slightly hurt.

“What where you doing over there at this time?” He asked.

“Visiting a friend that I haven’t seen all week.” It came out as more of a question than a statement.

“I don’t like you seeing him so much.” He looked down.

“Well, what do you want me to do?” You asked suspiciously. You had a feeling he was going to say he didn’t want you hanging out with Jensen anymore.

“Stop spending so much time with him.” He snapped as he looked back up at you.

“He’s my friend, Nathan.” You pointed out.

“I see that, but I don’t want to find out one day that my girlfriend is cheating on me with some douche celebrity.” That was it for you.

“Excuse me? Last time I checked, you were working on becoming a singer, which would make you a celebrity. Also, what makes you think I’d cheat on you? Do you seriously think that low of me?” This argument felt all too familiar. “You sound just like my mother.” you spat.

“Well maybe your mother was right.” He spat back, his voice raising.

“About what? About moving to LA? About me pursuing my dreams?” Your voice raised with each word.

“About all of it!” He yelled. “You should just go back to whatever rat hole you crawled out of. You have no talent and are a waste of fucking space!” That stung.

You stood in silence for a moment. You just staring at each other. You eyes welled up with tears but you refused to let them fall. You weren’t going to break down for this jerk. “Get out.” You said calmly.

“What?” He asked.

“Get out!” You yelled. You walked towards him and started pushing him towards the door.

“Gladly!” He yelled as he walked out and slammed the door on his way out. Once he was gone, you broke down into tears.

First your mom, now Nathan. Who else was gonna tell you that you weren’t worth anything? Abriana? Malcom? Jensen? Jensen. What if Jensen thought that way of you. The thought of that caused you to break down even more. Out of all people, Jensen was someone you prayed to never loose. He was your best friend. He was always there for you. Anytime you and Nathan had a fight or you had just a had a rough day in general and needed someone to vent to, Jensen was there. He would listen and not say anything until you were finished.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the door. “Go away, Nathan!” You yelled. You could hear the tears in your voice as you sobbed with your knees pressed up to your chest.

“Uh, it’s Jensen.” You heard a soft voice. You quickly jumped up and wiped the tears from your face.

You opened the door and saw his face full of concern. “Hey.” You mumbled, looking down.

“Hey.” He replied. “What was that about?” He asked.

“Nothing. Just something stupid.” He scoffed.

“You wouldn’t be this broken up over something stupid, (Y/N). Now seriously, what happened?” He asked.

You looked up at him for a second before you invited him inside. He stepped inside, not taking his eyes off of you. You lead him into the living room and you guys sat on the sofa. He waited for you to say something, and when you didn’t, he scooted closer to you and grabbed your hands in his. “Hey, look at me.” You looked up into his emerald eyes that were full of concern and reassurance.

“Tell me what happened, sweetheart. You know you can talk to me.” He said, barely above a whisper as if anything louder would cause you to shatter like glass.

You sighed before you looked down at your hands and back up at his eyes. “Nathan’s just like my mother.” He didn’t say anything. He just continued to look at you with the same eyes. “He called me worthless and a waste of space.”

“Why?” Jensen asked as if the idea disgusted him.

“Because I refused to stop talking to you when he asked. He said he was afraid of me cheating on him and I told him he was just like my mother for thinking so low of me.” You felt more tears start to escape your eyes and Jensen moved so he was sitting right next to you.

“No, no, sweetheart, don’t cry.” He pulled you into his arms and you broke down. He stroked your hair and rocked you back and forth slightly. “That dicks not work your tears.” He mumbled angrily to himself.

“I’m scared, Jensen. I’m scared that one day everyone i care about is gonna walk out on me.” You cried into his chest.

“They won’t. You’ll never loose me, (Y/N). I’ll always be here for you.” He kissed the top of your head.

“It’s just, it seems like those I love most, just want to walk out on me. My dad did when I was 7, then my mom, and now Nathan. Pretty soon you’ll see me that way and leave as well.” He grabbed the sides of your face gently and pulled you to look at him.

“I’ll never see you that way. I like you for who you are, (Y/N). That’s a funny, smart, kick ass girl.” He smiled slightly at the end, but it soon fell. “You’re so beautiful in all senses of the word and anyone too blind to see that isn’t worth your time.” He kissed the top of your forehead and let his lips linger there for a little longer than needed before pulling away and resting his forehead against yours.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

He shook his head. “It’s the truth.”

You stayed curled up in his arms for a bit longer before you started to get tired. It had been a long day and what Nathan had said only made it worse. You let out a small yawn and Jensen perked up. “Tired?” He asked.

“Yeah, a bit.” You nodded.

“Come on.” He pulled you off of the couch and walked you to your room where he tucked you in. He sat on the side of the bed as you tried to get comfortable. He had one arm on one side of you while the other rested in his lap. “Please don’t ever think for a second that I would walk out on you like that.”

You looked up at him through your lashes. “Thank you, again.”

He shook his head again. “I told you-“

“Not just for this. You’ve always been there for me, Jensen. I don’t know what I’d do if I hadn’t of met you.” That made him smile.

“Me neither.” You blushed and looked down at your hands.

He used his index finger and thumb to bring your eyes back to his. Neither of you said anything as the tension in the air grew. He stared at your lips for a second before looking back at your eyes and then back down to your lips. He leaned in a bit and you could feel his breath against your face. When your lips were almost touching, he hesitated and looked at your eyes once more, as if asking for permission, before he leaned in the rest of the way.

Your lips collided in a soft and welcoming kiss. His lips weren’t necessarily soft, but you couldn’t of cared less. He moved his hand from under your chin to the side of your face. He deepened the kiss and you brought your hand up the nape of his neck. He licked at your lip, begging for entrance, which you were hesitant to grant. You did anyway, and his tongue roamed your mouth.

The feeling of his lips on yours was nothing like you could’ve dreamed. It was sensual and sweet and the same time. He held onto you with the softest touch, and it set off butterflies in your stomach. You had never considered having these feelings for Jensen. You had always just thought of him as your best friend. Yet here you were, kissing him. It was nothing like when you kissed Nathan. You felt something when you kissed him, but not like you did with Jensen. You had just been letting your feelings for Jensen build up under the surface without you noticing until they finally burst out and into this kiss.

He pulled away slowly and rested his forehead against yours. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He sighed contently.

“I’m glad you finally did.” You smiled at him and he smiled back.

You sat in silence for a moment, just staring into each others eyes. It was peaceful and you felt at home for the first time since you moved to LA. “I should probably go.” He mumbled after glancing at the clock on your nightstand.”

“So soon, sweetheart?” You asked, quoting him from earlier.

He smirked. “Yeah. I’ve got to get up early to film.”

“Fine then.” You smiled at him as he stood up.

“Don’t worry.” He spoke as he leant down to give you another kiss on the top of your head. “I’ll tell you about all that’s been going on tomorrow when I see you.” He walked over to your door and turned to you as he put his hand on the handle.

“Goodnight.” You smiled.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He said as he closed the door.

we call this bravery

Because the pieces of this started falling into place when I thought about this Anita Ofokansi poem. And because it’s so easy to forget that the little things can be grand moments, too.

He calls her sweetheart, and she nudges her nose further into the collar of his jacket. She keeps a toothbrush in his bathroom cupboard, and he has a designated mug and seat at the dinner table at her parents’ loft, and she’s caught Henry tipping his chin up at Killian in David’s bro-nod when he ducks out to meet Grace Jefferson for a project.

It’s not supposed to be this easy, she thinks, carding her fingers through his hair as he rests his head in her lap, eyes closed under the sun. Isn’t she supposed to be afraid? It’s not supposed to be so simple to fall into a life with him, without having to clear extra space and time for him to fit. He opens his eyes and grins lazily up at her, and she rubs at his stubbly, sun-warmed cheek with her thumbs, and when he reaches up to pull her down to him in a sweet, upside-down kiss, the warmth in the pit of her belly is so natural, so familiar. So painless it’s bizarre.

There’s a certain rhythm to their days— the lull when she wakes to his lips on her shoulder blade, pulling her up to exchange a kiss for the press of a mug of coffee into her hands. The slow build as they dress and make breakfast, and he nuzzles at her neck while she has her hands elbow-deep in soapy water. The rushing out of the house with flushed cheeks and skewed buttons as she mutters about how waking up on time won’t be enough if they keep getting distracted, the hasty kiss goodbye and the sleepy hello again kiss when they come together again that evening. And the soft, quiet of the night with her head tucked under his chin, her lips pressed against the space between his collarbones as she drifts to sleep against warm skin and hard fingertips rubbing soft circles over her waist.

She’s lived a life of running, of taking off without schedules or road maps. It’s the simplest pleasure to make plans with him, to know that tomorrow they’re going to dinner with her family and the next they have Henry, and the next, they’re alone. It’s so wonderful to just be.

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Confession:I had a best friend who slept with my very first boyfriend. This girl was like my sister. We were together all day, every day. I even looked up to her but she slept with my boyfriend. I broke up with him, forgave her and moved on. She went on to have a child with another guy that liked me so I didn’t give him the time of day. I started dating my high school sweetheart and as usual that fell apart after a while. A couple of years later I happen to be driving by her house (small town) and I see my high school sweetheart walking out of her house! He calls me later because he saw me too and tells me that she pursued him and they were seeing each other. Now, I don’t care about the guys. I care about her. Why did she seem to want every guy that I had if she was supposed to be my friend? Even to this day she doesn’t like me as if I did something to her!!! I never did ANYTHING to her. She told people she wanted to fight me because she thought I was trying to get back with my ex. It got so bad that every time someone mentioned her or I saw her pic online I’d want to whoop her ass my damn self and I’m pretty chill! I’m really confused by this. Has anyone else ever had a “friend” like this? Smh

So I talked to someone from Tumblr who was on set tonight!

They didn’t hear much,but said they saw Jen’s Character storm out of Granny’s pretty upset, Killian went after her  and said “Sorry”.  Emma looked scared and was rambling (and the yellow bug was in the background too!) and they talked for a few moments,then he grabbed her arm gentle and they both got SUPER CLOSE to each other and he goes “Trust Me” and of course as you all know HE GOES FOR IT AND KISSES HER YAY!! Like it’s really passionate and slow and drawn out..Lasted 10 seconds,and his hand and hook is around her waist .like someone is trying to heal all the pain and lift your burden. Like it’s an affirmation or a promise..  

My GUESS is she did the walls up again thing because,Emma revealed what got her kicked out for the orphanage. How she never wanted magic,and how every person she’s been with has ended up dead or hurt .She’s afraid her magic might someday HURT HIM  ACCIDENTLY Emma will also at the same time realize she’s falling  for him and loves him and doesn’t know how to HANDLE IT. She feels as if she doesn’t DESERVE IT.  That life owns her nothing .  I think Elsa  will give Killian advice about how to talk to Emma and he will tell her"You and Emma have quite a lot to talk about. Both Orphans and both have magic.“ Will is going to talk to Emma about him and Ana or dealing with relationships in the enchanted forest. And I think this season will be better than last season because we are STAYING in Storybrooke and not traveling to any lands.  The next couple weeks are going to go by really fast! :-D