hearts in my eyes for you

youdliketoknow  asked:

I'm sorry why do people call you mom?

It started with an anon ask sometime last year, when someone said they wished they had someone like me to call ‘mom’ because their own mother was awful to them, and they had talked to me before on anon and I’d always helped them feel better and made them feel accepted and like someone cared.

I’ve always regarded myself as the hungover aunt in sitcoms who rolls up to watch the kids as a last resort, but that ask broke my heart and I extended the offer that they could call me mom if it made them feel better.

A week later several other people had started calling me mom, and then some more and some more and I just kinda shrugged and said to my husband “Hey honey, we’ve adopted some kids, you’re an tumblr dad" and he rolled his eyes and waited patiently for the nickname to die.

Now on any average week I have some 200 different people messaging me and calling me mom, sometimes they do it just because they see others doing it, other times it’s because the word is important to them and they like being able to use it to talk to someone who doesn’t hurt them. I’m okay with either.

Someone yelled “tumblr mom” at me in the grocery store the other week and I responded.
Even ETD previously known on this blog as “husband”, has started responding to “Dad”.

In short I get called mom because for some reason, the Internet decided to adopt me as one. And there isn’t a day goes by I’m not glad of it. Found family is important, and I’m glad I’ve found mine.

My Perfect Type ~ Kim Taehyung [SMUT]

Group: BTS
Member: Kim Taehyung
Type: Fluff/Smut
Word Count: 2238

When I get asked about my “perfect“ type, I often hesitate and struggle to find an answer. Because the truth is, I don’t believe that such a thing exists. You don’t fall in love according to your perfect type. You fall in love not because you decide that person suits you the most, you fall in love because your heart decides. When you fall for a person you don’t immediately stop feeling attracted towards them because they might not have blue eyes, brown hair and perfect skin like you want them to. People often fall for someone because of the way they behave. They might fall for the little things you do. The way you greet every person you pass by so kindly, the way your eyes light up when you’re rambling about the things you’re passionate about for hours or the way you wear your hair up in a messy ponytail and walk around in your pajamas all day on a Saturday. The cute little noises you make when you try your hardest not to fall asleep on him. Maybe they’ve fallen for you because of all the little things you don’t even realize you do. Maybe before they’ve started talking to you and got lost in your eyes, you weren’t their type either. 
I turn my head to Taehyung, his eyes are glistening under the moonlight as his gaze is fixed on the road in front of him, a slight smile tugging on the edge of his cherry lips. I bite down on my lower lip and nod to myself.

Maybe I wasn’t his perfect type when we first interacted but I’m the person he’s loving so passionately, the person he can’t go seconds without talking to, the person he calls beautiful every morning and I’m alright with that. I’m alright with him being the person I’ll be introducing to my parents as the person I will love until the rest of our lives.
That’s why, when I get asked about my ideal type I often respond with “I don’t have one” because I can’t tell them the truth. I can’t tell them that my ideal type is Kim Taehyung.  All I ever wanted was someone with a good heart and soft touch. Someone who can talk about their favorite things for hours and get totally lost in it. Someone who is willing to hold me during my worst nightmares but also can let me go when needed. Someone who hugs me from behind and tells me that everything will be alright when I’m feeling anxious. Someone who is proud to show me off in front of his friends, someone who tells me I’m pretty and kisses my forehead when I don’t feel like facing the world. Someone who gets jealous when I’m talking to another man but when confronted, won’t admit it. Someone who can tell me those three magical words over and over again and make it feel like the first time.
And I’m proud to have found that someone who I was never planning on meeting, someone who I thought I would never date until the day of our first date and since then, I’ve been proud to be his perfect type.


He puts the car into park and turns off the engine.
“Ready?” He asks, ripping me out of my daydream and I turn my head to the door to my house. The door my parents are waiting anxiously behind for our arrival, to finally meet my boyfriend. I gulp, feeling the anxiety raise inside of me. A lot of thoughts are running through my mind and I start feeling sweaty. Suddenly I feel his warm hand take mine into his and turn my reddened face towards him. He’s smiling at me passionately, his gaze meeting mine.

“It’s okay.” he says, his voice coming out in nothing more than a whisper. He cups my face with his hands and runs his thumb over my cheek, nodding understandingly. “I’m sure they won’t be able to hate me. If I was able to make you fall for me, I’m sure I’ll enchant them the minute we walk through that door.” he continues and points past me at the door at the end of my driveway.
I nod at his words and smile back at him once before placing a peck on his lips.

“You’re right. We’ll do fine.”

Taehyung exists the car before me and I watch his masculine frame run around the car to my side and opening the door for you. You giggle at his cute behavior and take his hand into yours. He lets the car door fall shut behind you and intertwines your fingers. The coming home light at the end of the driveway turns on and I hear familiar voices coming from behind the door.
“Ready” Taehyung asks, looking at me reassuringly.  Something inside me softens by his confident tone and gives me the last strength to do this.

I’m staring at my dad across the table, poking the steak on my plate with my fork. He doesn’t notice my worrying expression and keeps his eyes peeled on Taehyung sitting next to me. His hand takes mine under the table and circles the back of it with his thumb. I turn my attention towards him to see him smiling at me brightly. “Eat or your dinner will get cold.” he suggests, gesturing towards my poked food.
I let out a loud laugh and nod, shoving a piece into my mouth as I try to avoid eye contact with my dad. I hear a loud groan but decide to ignore it to not make things even more comfortable.
Mom is running around hectically, making sure Taehyung is not missing anything.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything else?” she asks, for what feels like the tenth time this evening.

I roll my eyes, feeling a hint of embarrassment by their behavior. “Mother…” I groan annoyed but Taehyung cuts me off.

“No it’s okay, thank you. Thank you for the food and welcoming me so heartily.” he answers in a soft tone, stroking your arm under the table.

I turn my head towards my mother and see her admiring Taehyung. She lets out a sigh, tilting her head to the sight to get a better view of him.
“What a lovely young gentleman and so handsome, you must feel proud to have him by your side, Y/N.”
I smile at her words, glad to have her think of him like that.
“Always take care of her like she’s the only treasurable thing in your live. If something happens to my babygirl because of you.“ my dad finally speaks up, raising his voice as he continues rambling. I want to cut him off in fright that Taehyung won’t understand his words as teasing.

“Don’t worry sir. I already think of her that way.”

I turn off the light in the bathroom and crawl into bed, lifting the covers over my body. Taehyung enters the room shortly after and winks at me from across the room. I giggle, lifting the covers over my head to silence my laughter.
Taehyung jumps into bed next to me and lifts the covers off my body, throwing them away. His gaze meets mine. He steadies his masculine body over mine and smiles gently.
“You did well today.” I admit, running my thumb over his cheek. A smile tugs on the edge of his lips by my confession.
“It was so hard princess…” he moans teasingly and pouts at me. I giggle, hitting his arm playfully.

“I should get something for my hard work.” He says, looking at me with big eyes. I furiously shake my head. “No, we can’t.” I respond, catching onto his train of thought and looking at him in disbelief.
He hits the bedding next to my head in frustration before looking at me again, biting down on his lower lip teasingly. “Please…”
I hesitate for a moment, trying to stay strong. “Remember what my dad said?” I ask and Taehyung nods knowingly.

“I’ll cut off your balls if you lay one of your filthy hands on my daughter.” He answers in a mocking voice and you can’t help but giggle at his impression.

Taehyung hands land firmly on each side of my head and he leans close to my face, so close that I can feel his breath brush across my ear. “Let’s keep it down.” he growls into your ear, placing a kiss on my earlobe.
A sharp sound of pleasure climbs my throat and I wrap my arms around my neck, threading my fingers through his wet hair, holding him to me.
Taehyung puts his hands on your waist, his fingers gently drifting along my back down to my hips, teasing the skin just beneath the waistband of my pants. He bends his head and places a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss grows deeper, hungrier until he breaks away from my lips and sears a trail of kisses down my neck, his hand roaming freely up my leg. I arch against him, pressing my breasts into his chest, looking for some relief for the ache that is spreading through my body, beating a pulse at the apex of my thighs.
He angles his head and deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine. I dug my nails into the back of his neck, trying to anchor myself to the ground.
He abandons my lips and blazes a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone and down the V-neck of my blouse, to the curve of my cleavage.
“You, Y/N.” he rasps. “Need to be unbuttoned, very badly.”

He slips the top button of my blouse through the hole. The fabric separates and he bents his head, kissing the slice of newly revealed skin. He reaches the button beneath my bra, kissing down my stomach until my shirt is completely gone. He traces a line up my midsection with the tip of his tongue. He pushes the blouse off my shoulders and I buckle my hips to help him remove it easier.
He pushes his thigh between my legs, grinding his erection into my hip and covering my mouth with his. He reaches behind me and unclips my bra, letting it fall loose. Taehyung leans in and runs the flat of his tongue over your hardened nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. A sharp, hot arrow of desire hits me straight in the stomach and radiates out. My core aching.
He releases my nipple and his eyes wander down the body below him, licking his lips in satisfaction. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

He puts his hands on my thighs and pushes my pants down, revealing more skin. “I want these,” he moves his hand to the top of my leg, brushing his thumb along my hipbone, over the thin fabric of my lazed panties, “off.”

Before I can even process the rough words, he hooks his fingers into my underwear and starts tugging them down my legs.
“So much better.” he says, smirking at me seductively before he crawls off the bed and kneels down in front of my entrance, pulling my body closer to him.
When he leans in, his broad shoulders force her legs apart.
The first pass of his tongue over my flesh shocks me and I buck beneath his mouth, the pleasure so sharp, so intense. He grips her hips, blunt-tipped fingers digging into my skin as he holds me still, forcing me to submit.
I cover my eyes with my arm, my hips moving in time with the strokes of his tongue. I let out a silent moan of pleasure and press my body into his tongue. Suddenly he delivers a harsh slap to the inside of my thigh and I groan out in pain. Taehyung looks up at me from between my legs, his lips glistening.
“We don’t want to get caught, do we?” He asks teasingly and I shake my head.

He releases his hold on one of my hips and drops his hand down between my legs, his fingers joining with his mouth. He teases the entrance to my body with his finger, just teasing as he continues to taste me. I bite down on my fingers and squeeze my eyes shut to suppress moans from slipping out accidentally.
Then he slides a finger deep inside, stretching me while his tongue works its way over my clit again. I moan out in pleasure, pressing myself wantonly against his hot mouth. I want everything he can give and more.

He growls low in his throat and grabs my ass, delving his tongue deep inside.
“Is this what you want?” he says, sliding a finger deep inside at the same time he captures my clit between his lips, giving it a brief tug.
I pant and arch against him. “Yes, more.”
He adds another finger, and then slides them both in and out of me, exhaling his own groan. “You’re so tight baby.”

When I feel the knot in my stomach tighten, Taehyung releases himself from my sex and steadies himself over my body again. I curl my legs tighter around his body. He presses his lips against mine in a passionate kiss, his hands cupping my thighs, hooking them around his hips. He rocks his erection against me, creating glorious friction. I mewl and gyrate my hips underneath him.
“Tell me what you need.” he commands. I bite down on my lower lip and try to catch my breath. Just as I clutch him close, he quickly clasps my hands and pulls them over my head with one hand.
While I inhale deeply, he presses his hardness against my sex and locks eyes with me. “Tell me what you need.” he repeats, raising his voice at me slightly.
“You, daddy. Just you.” I repeat between heavy breaths.

His lips form into a smirk at my words and he nods, pulling his boxer shorts down with his free hand, revealing his erection to me. “That’s all I ever needed to hear.”
He pumps himself a few times, silent moans escaping his lips. I watch the pre-cum leak from his tip and lick my lips hungrily. He uses his hand to squeeze my thighs and lock my legs in position. The head of his cock bumps into my fast-slickening opening and my juices damp my inner thighs. His fingers dug deeply into my flesh. He hands control over to me for a few moments, groaning as I buck forward and impale my entrance on the smooth, hot steel of his cock.
I rear up and his cock struck my clit, sending electric quivers of pleasure through me. He slowly eases himself further into me, filling me up completely and holding his thrusts to help me adjust to him.
He quickens his pace, his thighs hitting mine, pressing me further into the mattress. He watches our bodies as one and he rims my opening with his fingertip, circling around his dick.
He grasps my bottom, squeezing my butt cheek as he quickens his thrusts. I moan out at the sensation, feeling my  walls tighten around him.
I let my head fall into the white bedsheet and moan out as my orgasm rushes through my body.
Taehyung thrusts into me faster when he feels me coming around him and feels his orgasms rush through his body, groaning as he comes onto my stomach.

You’re sitting at the table, still exhausted from last night’s activity. You’re quietly chewing on a piece of bread, with your hand stroking Taehyung’s hand gently when suddenly my brother speaks up. “Did you sleep well Taehyung?” he asks, grinning mischievously. I gulp, feeling the blood rush into my cheeks.
Taehyung looks between him and your brother and nods. “I did.”
“Was impossible not to hear.” He answers quietly, his words coming out as nothing more than a whisper as he giggles.
My dad clears his throat and leans closer to your boyfriend. “What did I say about laying a hand on my daughter?” he asks.
I suddenly feel a rush of anxiety run through my body as I notice the smirk tugging on Taehyung’s lips. He leans in closer, his mouth only a hairs-breadth away from my dad’s.
“I can’t help that your daughter calls me daddy too…” he answers, winking at him before leaning back into the chair.

I nearly choke on my toast by his words and look at him with big eyes. Maybe my perfect type isn’t so perfect after all.


Love, Youngmi

4

Everybody say my name! It’s my birthday!” 🎈🎈🍰🎇

Happy birthday, dear sunshine TEN! Our eternal beautiful smile, sweet lover, innocent baby, you’ve been blessing our eyes and hearts with your hardworking, spectacular performances and even during hard times your smile never faded! You are the best like always! The one who always helps the others before him, the one who always makes you smile, the one who always makes your heart flutter…once again, happy birthday precious baby!♥♥♥♥♥

Perfect Jerk

Perfect Jerk

Jughead Jones x Reader

This is my first Riverdale imagine so I hope you’s all like it and any feedback or requests are welcomed. Enjoy!


To the eye Jughead Jones was a jerk. He barely spoke apart from to his good friends Archie, Betty and Veronica but I knew he had a heart of gold but felt misunderstood. High schools not a good time for anyone, growing up, making friends, losing friends, puberty and the rollercoaster of emotions and with the death of Jason Blossom still on everyone’s minds, especially now knowing he was murdered didn’t help anyone.

Riverdale is a small town, nothing stays kept hidden and with Jughead now writing for the Blue and Gold along with his novel everything about everyone’s past and present was about to be exposed.

Sitting in Pops across from Jug as he typed away on his laptop, I admired his determination to finish it as well as put the truth in it, about Riverdale, about the people who live here and mainly and certainly mostly Jason’s death.

“You’re staring” Jug, mused his eyes never once leaving the screen.

I blushed, averting my gaze down to the table. This was a common thing for us, Jug always working and mostly me just staring and admiring what felt like from afar but much much closer. “I like watching you work” I mumbled, admitting it for what felt like the millionth time.

The corners of his mouth turning up slightly into one of his very genuine smiles that no one got to see that often. “And you know your staring distracts me” His eyes flicking from the screen to mine briefly. After dating for 5 months, the ‘honeymoon period’ as most people call it, I still couldn’t get my head around the fact that me, Y/N, has Jughead Jones, the dark haired, sarcastic, down to earth, loner, mysterious to the eye, an outcast to anyone who doesn’t know him, as there boyfriend.

In public being loved up as every other couple was a no go for Jug, he would do small things without realising though. He would move stray strands of hair out of my face in conversation or if I was doing assignments, lightly kiss my forehead occasionally, lean his arm on the back of the booth in Pops but when he got lazy he would let is lazily hang over my shoulder, it was small things he done but they always make my heart swell up with warmth and make my heart beat like crazy. Behind closed doors was always my favourite time with Jug, things were always more touchy but nothing overly excessive, like constantly making out but we did share more intimate kisses every now and then, we cuddled more and we would ask each other questions everyone else would ask the internet because they’re to afraid to ask out loud.

The chime of the diner door snapped my eyes away from the window, hearing the voices I knew, I didn’t have to turn around too know who it was. “If it isn’t the three musketeers” I joked, sliding further up the booth for our friends. “Oh Y/N, how I love your lame jokes” Veronica, joked back rolling her eyes as she slid in the booth followed by Archie and then Betty. “It’s okay Y/N I love you for you” Betty, winked making me laugh out loud. “I love you guys too” Jug, finally putting away his laptop now the gang was here.

“You guys could disrupt a grave yard” Jug, chimed into the conversation. To anyone else they would find that disturbing but this was what Jugheads, humour is like and it may not make them laugh like hyenas but we’ll all let out a little chuckle because even though it’s a morbid thing to say we all know it’s a joke. “And this is why I thought you were a jerk” Veronica, admitted for yet another thing Jug said. “That’s just how Jones, expresses himself” Archie, defended his best friend. This made Jug, laugh because he knew that’s what everyone thought. “It’s how I keep the unwanted attention away” He joked back with Arch and Ronnie making us all laugh. “Then he must be the perfect jerk” I smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek lightly watching as the light shade of pink enveloped his cheeks at the open PDA, also made worse by the 'aww’ of our friends.

anonymous asked:

Do you have a list of all the songs you used as chapter titles?

Bad Blood by Bastille

Wake the Storm by Vienna Teng

This Love (Will Be Your Downfall) by Ellie Goulding

Young God by Halsey

Primadonna Girl by Marina and the Diamonds

Trade Mistakes by Panic! At the Disco

Please Don’t Leave Me by P!nk

Kiss With a Fist by Florence and the Machine

Live Like Legends by Ruelle

Dark Eyes

On a Night Like This by Kylie Minogue 

Little Too Much by Natasha Bedingfield

The Wrong Direction by Passenger 

Niggas love pressing you for the time of day and then ghosting you 3 weeks after they get it. I just started deleting niggas entirely. I’m not gonna ask you what’s the deal, since you wanna be childish, I’ll just revert back to 3 weeks ago when I wasn’t replying to your double texts and was ignoring your heart-eye emojis on all my pictures.

Imagine early mornings with Chris and your son.

A/N: Part 2 is here, yay! (Read previous parts of the mini series: ‘Little Ones - Part 1’ and 'Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts; Baby Fever; and Memory Lane - Masterlist) Side note, is everyone excited for the Oscars? I’m soooo pumped.

“Mama, wake up.” You felt a small hand gently tapping at the top of your head, pulling you out of your much needed slumber. “Mama, it’s my birthday.” You heard your son whisper, his breath warm against your ear. “It’s time to wake up.”

Before you could give in to his incessant tapping and open your eyes, you heard Chris’ voice enter the room. “Buddy,” he chuckled softly, leaning against the door frame with his arms across his chest. “What did I say?” The tapping stopped and the small presence moved. “Your party doesn’t start till two, we have plenty of time. Let your mom sleep,” he told Jack as he lifted the boy into his arms. “Let’s go have breakfast.”

You took a short, sharp breath and opened your eyes, stretching as Chris glanced over his shoulder. He smiled when you smiled, mouthing a “thank you.” He nodded then disappeared around the corner, “mm hm” and “uh huh” and “is that so?” leaving his lips to entertain Jack’s thoughts and questions. You smiled again because he really was the best husband and father; he had stayed up as late as you had last night, yet you were still in bed and he was already up and at it with your excitable son. You looked over at your alarm clock which had been set for 7:30AM and huffed a tired sigh when you saw it was only 6:58AM.

You stretched again then sat up, running your hands through your hair. There was no sense in going back to sleep now, even though you would’ve savored every bit of the next thirty-two minutes; you simply had too much to do. There were a lot of people coming to Jack’s birthday party, a little too many considering he was just a two year old in preschool. But then again, he wasn’t just any two year old in preschool; he was the son of Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N. He had relationships with people no other two year old should have, unless- of course- that two year old was also lucky enough to have parents in the Hollywood industry. It was kind of nice to know there were people willing to fly in specifically for Jack’s birthday, people that you and Chris had worked and become friends with over the years. It was nice, but it was definitely going to be another long, long day for you and Chris.
• • • • • • • •
“Look, it’s Mickey Mouse.” Jack held up a piece of pancake that he’d bitten into the shape of Mickey Mouse’s head; Chris nodded and chuckled in response. “What did you make yours into, Daddy?” He got onto his knees and pressed his hands on the dining table, leaning in to peer at his dad’s plate.

“I- um-” Chris held up his pancake with pursed lips; he hadn’t turned it into anything, he was simply enjoying his breakfast. “It’s an island on the world map,” he told Jack and shrugged. “Pretty cool, huh?” Jack’s eyes narrowed as he studied his dad’s pancake.

“What island?” Jack asked with a raised brow, looking up at his dad.

“Does it matter?” Chris asked, plopping the pancake back down on his plate.

“Yes,” Jack nodded. “Mama always says that detail is key, so what’s the island called?”

“Jackson Island,” Chris quickly answered; he was starting to realize that Jack was like you when it came to trivial things like that; he couldn’t just let it go, he needed an answer. “It’s in the South Pacific, there are no humans there- just um- just dogs. So no,” he said before Jack could ask, “we can’t go and visit.”

“Dodger could go, right?” Jack quizzed. “He’s a dog.”

“Dodger is a dog, yes,” Chris nodded. “But he can’t visit because he’s our dog. What if he likes it there and doesn’t want to come home?” He asked Jack, knowing his attachment to Dodger would make him drop the subject. “We’d miss him terribly, won’t we?”

“Yeah,” Jack nodded, taking his plastic knife and fork to continue eating his pancake. “And I think Dodger would really like it so we shouldn’t tell him about it.” Chris nodded in agreement. “I like that it’s named after me though, Jackson Island. Jackson is a good name,” he murmured with his mouth full.

If you were around, Chris would tell Jack not to talk with his mouth full because you didn’t condone bad table manners. But seeing as you were still upstairs, Chris decided to join him instead; like father, like son. “It is a good name,” he nodded, cutting and forking another piece of pancake in his mouth, “why do you think we named you Jackson?”

“What are you doing?!” Jack’s little mouth fell open when he looked up and saw that his dad had cut another chunk out of his pancake- out of Jackson Island. “Why would you do that, Daddy?” He asked, his lips tightly pursed.

“Do what?” Chris chuckled confusedly.

“You killed Jackson Island, Daddy,” Jack frowned at his dad.

“Bud, it’s not actually-” Chris began as you entered the kitchen; you could hear the commotion from upstairs. As you padded down the staircase, you wondered what trivial issue your silly boy was fussing about this time in the Evans’ household.

“Mama,” Jack climbed off the chair, shrugging off his dad’s touch when Chris tried to help him down. “Daddy killed Jackson Island,” he ran over to you, hugging your legs. You placed a comforting hand on the top of his head and looked over at Chris with a raised brow, chuckling softly when he rolled his eyes to inform you of the importance of the situation. “He’s not a hero, he’s a monster,” he glanced back at Chris, scowling.

“Oh my God,” Chris ran his hand over his beard, chuckling. “All I did was-”

“Hush, Daddy.” You told Chris as you scooped Jack into your arms, resting him on your hip. “You’re on trial for the murder of Jackson Island.” You told him in a teasing tone and he chuckled. “Jack, why don’t you tell me what happened so I can decide it Daddy’s a hero or a monster.”

“What’s his punishment if he’s a monster?”

“I don’t know, what do you want?” You asked and he grinned.

“Can I get one present early?” He asked, cupping your face in his hands.

“Aren’t you decisive?” You moved your face out of his grip, chuckling. You looked over at Chris, who was rolling his eyes as well because you’d both figured out Jack’s master plan. It made sense now why Jack would call his dad- otherwise known as Captain America, his favorite superhero- a monster, he wanted to guilt trip his dad into giving him his present early. “You know what, go eat your breakfast you little monster.” You lowered his giggly self onto his feet, patting his butt.

“I nearly had both of you, didn’t I?” Jack quizzed, climbing back onto his chair.

“Nearly,” Chris nodded. “But you were a little too quick with your demands, you have to drag it ou-”

“Chris,” you cut him off, chuckling. “Don’t teach our child how to become better at manipulation, he’s already a little too good for a two year old.” Chris nodded, suppressing laughter as he took a sip out of his coffee. “And Jack,” he looked over at you, a piece of pancake in his mouth. “I was going to give you one of your presents early.” Jack’s eyes lit up and he grinned. “But-” you chuckled when he pouted, “you tried to play us so now you have to wait.”

“Aw, Mama.” Jack groaned. “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.” You shook your head with pursed lips; now it was your turn to play him. “Please? I’m sorry, can you please give me the present now?” You beckoned your head at Chris and Jack immediately turned his attention on his dad. “Daddy, I’m sorry.” He forced his way onto Chris’ lap; Chris chuckled, hugging Jack back when Jack hugged him. “You’re not a monster, you’re a hero.” Jack pulled back and cupped Chris’ face in his hands. “You’re my favorite hero.”

“Why am I your favorite hero?” Chris asked, dragging things out like he’d wanted to teach Jack to.

“You’re Captain America!” Jack grinned. “You’ve got a cool shield, you fight really well, you’re so strong and nice, and you wear red and blue. I like red and blue, they’re my favorite colors and you’re my favorite hero.” Chris looked over at you, nodding so you’d go get him his present; you’d both decided to give him the shoes so he could wear them at the party, and so he wouldn’t scowl at his dad when Chris wore those shoes. “You’re my favorite dad too,” he continued, hugging Chris tightly, “I love you so much.”

“And that’s how you do it, Bud.” Chris kissed the top of his head as Jack pulled away, giggling. “See, you gotta really milk the situation to get the best results. Now go,” he lowered Jack onto his feet and beckoned at you, who had returned to the kitchen with his present in hand. “I think you’re going to love your present.”

“Yay!” Jack cheered and ran over to you, giving you a hug as you descended to your knees. “Thank you, Mama.” He told you before pulling away to take his present. He sat on the floor in front of you and unwrapped, revealing the shoe box Chris’ shoes came in. “Are these Daddy’s shoes?!” He looked up at you excitedly and you chuckled.

“Better,” you told him.

“They’re your own shoes so you can stop stealing mine,” Chris chuckled, making his way over as you got to your feet. Chris watched Jack as you walked over to the coffee pot to pour yourself a cup, when you’d returned Jack had got the shoes out of the box and was staring at them in awe. “Do you like them, Bud?”

Jack looked up at the both of you with wide eyes and nodded, a slow but growing smile on his face. “I love them!” He squealed, kicking off his plush slippers to put on his new shoes. “They’re just like Daddy’s, but small so I can wear them while waiting until my feet are big enough!”

“You nailed it,” Chris wrapped an arm around you.

“Yeah, but I don’t think it means he’ll stop bugging you about your shoes.” You chuckled softly when Chris raised a brow because he hadn’t hear what Jack had said. “You didn’t hear what he said, did you? He said he can wear them while waiting until his feet are big enough.”

“Of course he did,” Chris chuckled softly.

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Aaron Tveit Setlist- The Vets

Aaron Tveit Sunday, February 26, 2017
The Vets - Providence, RI

Runaways (The Killers)

Desert Island Top 5 Break-Ups (High Fidelity)

Somebody to Love (Queen)

Pop Medley:
Call Me Maybe (Carly Rae Jepsen)
Confident (Demi Lovato)
Runaway With Me (Carly Rae Jepsen)
My Life Would Suck Without You (Kelly Clarkson)
Nice and Slow (Usher)
Shake it Off (Taylor Swift)

One Song Glory/Creep (Rent/Radiohead)

This Is How Do It (Montell Jordan)

Can’t Make You Love Me/ All I Ask (Bonnie Rait/ Adele)

What About Love/I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Heart/Whitney Houston) ft. Alexa Green

Why God Why (Miss Saigon)

In Your Eyes/ Your Eyes (Peter Gabriel/ RENT)

Castle on the Hill (Ed Sheeran)

Encore:
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together (Taylor Swift)

No Wonder

I wonder what you think of when you think of me–
The good, the bad, everything in between.
When you close your eyes, is it my face you see?
Are your thoughts always pure and squeaky clean?

I wonder where you wander when you leave me…
Is it on your own adventure or do you meet another?
If so, would that other be a he or she?
Would you be just good friends or outright lovers?

You know what, take that back, nevermind–
If given the chance, I wouldn’t want to know,
Because isn’t love better when it’s flying blind?
For now, every unsteady beat of my heart says so.

Poetic

Authors Note: This poetic Shannon request was submitted by @axcelo . I have to say that I loved reading your poem as well as the one that you asked me to look into to really grasp the idea. I sincerely hope that I captured your remarkable work in this fic and if not, please let me know and I will gladly try again if you let me of course. XOXO

Trigger Warning: Fluff, Smut Tease (sorry)

Originally posted by baganslover


The music came to an abrupt heart pounding stop as the lights flashed over the arena. The shouts of the fans were intense as they all walked to the center of the stage to say their goodbyes. I couldn’t focus on anyone but him. Skin glistening as the sweat covered his torso shining against the light. I watched as he walked towards my side of the stage. My heart began to race. 

His eyes wandered over the sea of faces but for a brief second, I felt like they locked with mine. Oh, what I would give for a stare. His smile alone brought me hope but a stare? Endless possibilities. I’m not sure why I am drawn to him but I am. And as he smiled at me, I forgot where I was as I simply stood there in disbelief.

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i keep seeing it all over my dash and considering I’m a fan of them too I figured I’d rant about it a little bit

Dan and Phil are friends. ship it all you want to but you have to understand that they’re not married, they’re not dating, they’re just friends. I don’t care about ur “proof” or “heart eyes whateverthefuck” Dan and Phil have said that they’re just friends and we need to respect that.

like I said, you can ship it as much as your little phan heart desires but stop saying that they “are” dating or “are” married. you hope they are, you wish they were, you want them to be. let’s please respect them and what they’ve said to us please. thank you.

anonymous asked:

So, I am the same anom whom asked for the your shoes poem. I really hope that you could write one that has a different story I want you to write one about young love. Take your time.

Young love
Newborn hearts
The kind where you kiss grazed knees
And hold hands in the dark
Fresh eyes
Look into mine
Before the toil of life
Has torn out my smile
Shiny skin
Under broad sunlight
What a wonderful feeling
To brew inside

Okay! So first off, I just want to say you are on of my most favorite artists of all times! You have inspired me so much to draw and thank you for that!! Also I love the Eddsworld gem au you made! It is so amazing and I wanted to draw this precious bean here! I hope you like it!!

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O h m y god? ? t y sm? ?  i? ? love it oh my g oD

I just finished watching finding dory and I have not been so emotionally touched by any movie for …. forever. literally I wish that this movie had come out when I was a child bc it teaches you that family isn’t just based off of blood but off of love and trust and kindness and wow. Just wow. I am literally crying my eyes out right now oh my goodness I am so touched and so… wow

Sleepover.

“Yo four eyes!” Nova shouted. Connor glsred at Nova.

“I’m right in front of you Nova.” He sighed. Nova shrugged.

“Wanna sleep over? My Mom and Dad will obviously say yes.” Connor cracked a smile. That smile that always made Nova’s heart melt.

“Yeah, sure. Why not.” Nova jumped with glee.

“I’LL GO BUY HUNDREDS OF UNHEALTHY FOODS TO MAKE US FAT.” She screamed. Connor laughed. That laugh that as well made her heart melt.

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-knock knock-

Nova swung open the door. In front of her was Connor. He smiled and waved. Nova smiled and invited him in. That smile that made Connor’s heart melt. He really wanted to kiss her. Her adorable face and everything.. And-

“Are you just going to stare at me?” Nova playfully glared. Connor snapped out of his little daydream and sheepishly smiled and scratched the back of his head.

“Uh sorry..” He apologized. Nova shrugged it off and continued walking down the hall to her room.

Nova’s room was the same as it had always been. Blue walls with pictures of Love Sentence and some of Connor and Nova. In one corner was her bed. It was a bed for two. But Nova only usually slept in it. It had a pink sheet and blue covers. She had 2 pillows, both pink. And a single pillow shaped as a butterfly that Star had given her for her 8th birthday. And then there was a few stuffed animals beside the pillows.

In another corner was a purple desk. A few comic books were stacked. Beside them was a pink laptop with a few cat stickers pasted on the top. And in the other corner of the desk, was a blue cup. It had a few pencils and pens and other stuff. There was also a little paper that had a small doodle of a boy that had lightning shooting from the hands. In the corner was a name. Vort? Voly? Volt? Connor didn’t seem to know. Maybe it was a fictional character. Connor was jealous that Nova wasn’t making pictures of him.

And in the last corner was a purple dresser that Nova kept her clothes (and Connie doll) in. On top was a pink lamp and a framed picture of Connor and Nova. On the floor was blue rug with a big butterfly in the middle. And beside the door was a bag that held some important stuff.

The two sat in Nova’s room and watched Miraculous Ladybug on her laptop. Nova laughing at the parts when Marionette was nervous of Adrien. Connor thinking about the mysteries of the last episode. What was the book about? When were their identities going to be revealed? The two pigged out on Pizza, soda, chips, and candy. They had stayed up late watching cheesy horror movies, laughing at the bad mistakes. Suddenly, someone came through the door.

“Okay you two. Time for bed.” Marco said. “It’s 1 in the morning, and your mother and I are trying to sleep, Nova. Decide where you guys are sleeping. Night Novy.” Marco said, yawning and blowing a kiss.

“Night dad.” Nova replied, blowing a kiss in return. Connor wanted a blow kiss. Or a regular kiss. Anything would do. Nova was the first in the bathroom. She took a quick shower while Connor continued to watch the movies. She got out and was in her jamies. She had her hair up in a messy bun and was in her crop top unicorn jamies. She had long white leggings and cute bunny slippers.

Connor hid his blushing face and shuffled to the bathroom with his bag. He had gotten in the shower and out. His hair was down and wet. He had gotten on some baggy jamie pants and a grey shirt. Nova smiled. Not even bothering her face tinted with red.

“Okay. So I’ll sleep on the floor and you can-” Nova started.

“Wait what? No. I can sleep on the floor.” Connor insisted. Nova rolled her eyes.

“No no. You’re the guest. You can have the bed, four eyes. I don’t mind.” Nova smiled. Connor was flattered that Nova would sleep on the floor for him. But she was the lady, he was the gentleman.

“Nova. No. You sleep on the bed.” Connor frowned.

“You know what?!” Nova said, pushing him onto the bed. “We’ll both sleep on the bed.” She glared. “hAPPY?” She shouted.

“Very.” Connor got onto one side while Nova it the other. “wwwwwait. hold on.” Connor made a face. He rolled over to see Nova’s “tryingtosleep” face. He blushed hard. But he didn’t mind. He tried to fight over the fact that his 2nd crush was lying beside him. But she was also his bestfriend, and he had to fight his love and show his friendship. Connor suddenly felt his eyes get heavy, he then fell asleep.

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“That is so cute!” A voice squealed.

“Hush! You don’t want to wake them, Star!”
A voice hissed.

“Mommy. Are they in love?” A young boys voice asked.

“Yes!!” The woman named Star squealed. Nova stirred. She scracked an eye open. She as bunches of black hair. Connor’s.. Black.. Hair..

“HAHY.” She screamed. She fell off her bed and onto the ground. “WHAT. WHY. WHY.” Suddenly. Memories came flooding back. And she realized she was the one who caused the two to sleep beside eachother.

“Morning Nova.” Nova whipped her head around and saw her parents and brother. Sol evilly smiled, as he held a camera. He snapped a photo of Connor stirring in his sleep. Nova growled and whipped her wand out from no where. Because magic.

“Sol I suggest you get your little butt out of my room before a kill you.” She almost shouted. Sol evilly smiled and waved his camera around before exiting the room. Star and Marco smiled and left before they were dead. Nova grabbed a stuffed animal and threw it at Connors head.

“Wake up, stupid.” Nova giggled. Connor sat up, stretching. “We’re making breakfast.” Connor hopped out and raced down the hall with Nova.

Sleep over, success.

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I got this idea from a prompt I read. :D

I think you know it. °>°

Closer

Tobi X Reader

I want to get away from here. I’m trying to run away, but my body won’t move. No matter how hard I try I cannot seem to escape. I am trapped… He is edging closer to me. Closer. Closer.  I can’t make out his face, it’s hidden. It’s him isn’t it? A pain hits me unexpectedly, I don’t know how or why. I feel like there is no escape. I’m still trying to run but my feet won’t take me anywhere. Why would he do this?

My eyes opened, and the only thing I saw was Tobi’s concerned face near mine. My heart was pounding out of my chest, it felt so real yet the memories were blurred like it was a distant memory. I tried to remind myself it was only a dream. Not a dream. A nightmare

“What’s wrong?” Tobi asked alarmed, “Did you have a nightmare?”

I nodded my head, realising that I now had control over my body as a tear slid down my cheek.

“It’s okay. It wasn’t real.” He wrapped his arm around me, pulled me closer into his chest his heat surrounded me. “I’ve got you now, you’re okay.” I could still feel my heart pounding as if it were about to fall out as I tried to steady my breathing. “What happened? Do you wanna talk about it or no?”

“I just- there was a man. I think, think it was you and he-” I snuffled in between my words “he was hurting me. It’s kind of a blur.”

“Well it’s over now and you know I would never let anything bad happen to you. I’m right here,” he said, still holding me tight and then he wiped my tears away. He leant down and lightly kissed my cheek. I tried to sort my emotions and feel slightly closer to what I normally did. He held me close for a few more minutes until my pulse slowed down and I said “Sorry I woke you up”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. Feeling better?”

“I think so”

“You sure?” He reassuringly asked

I yawned, realising that I really was tired. Nodding, I replied. “Yeah.”

We both moved to get a little more comfortable, and I cuddled closer into his side. “I love you” And that is all I needed to feel safe enough to let my sleepiness take over.