here i made you breakfast

Still Hurting

Here is Part Three in “This Love”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words:  1334

Warning: angst. talk of miscarriage.

A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask.

           “This is the first step,” Jensen said, holding your hand as you walked up to Jared and Genevieve’s house.

           You nodded, “Yeah.”

           “I’m right here. We’re together,” he said.

           You nodded again, “I know.”

           When Genevieve opened the door, she saw you and Jensen holding hands and smiled, “Finally.”

           “We need to talk to you and Jared,” Jensen said.

           Genevieve let you in, “Of course. Come on in.”

           The two of you walked into the house and Genevieve called for Jared to join you in the living room.

           “Hey, Guys,” Jared smiled when he saw you and Jensen holding hands, “Looks like things are okay.”

           “Umm … we’re working on it,” you said.

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Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by:

“Can you please make a fanfic of Jason where y/n and him are on a mission, which may or not involved y/n stripping for a mob boss and Jason gets super jealous and finally tells her how he feels […]”

Warning: ehm… strong flirting???

Note: this is sooo long I’m sorry. I changed it a bit I guess, but hope you still enjoy it :)
Seriously over 2000 words I don’t know what happened.


You were observing Raymond Miller for a while now, knowing he was owner of a nice little computer virus that could make him be able to know all little secrets big companies, the government and any other human that used the internet had.
You and Jason needed to steal it from him before he used it, because knowledge is power and once he initiated that thing he would he the most powerful man on this planet.

The problem was he was smart. Very smart to be exact. And ruthless. Shooting his men when they did the tiniest mistake. He would immediately notice Jason wasn’t really interested in working for him, you couldn’t break in his house since it was way too risky even for the Red Hood and that was why you couldn’t find out yet where exactly the usb drive was hidden.

You watched Miller walk into a night club with a bunch of barely dressed girls and that was when it hit you. “Let’s meet at the house, Hood. I know now what we have to do,” you spoke through the comms, jumping off the roof, heading back to the place Jason and you shared for the sake of this mission.

You knew Jason for a while now. You were an ally of Batman and one day Jason was just there, fighting at your side.
The chemistry you shared immediately was undeniable, what caused a strong friend- and partnership to develop quickly. Even though you wished it was more. Jason was an angel. Literally.

You entered the apartment, throwing your mask on the kitchen table. A second later Jason entered too.

“So?” He asked, taking a seat.

“Women. It’s such a cliche,” you laughed. “We were too caught up thinking only you could infiltrate him, Jason.
I can.”

Jason needed a moment to answer. Was he getting you right? “So, you want to… flirt with him?”

“Whatever it takes–”

“Whatever it takes?!” He raised his voice, looking at you in shock. “You’re saying you would sleep with him??”

“No… I mean, no,” you shook your head.
If there was no other way? Well, Miller wasn’t ugly. The typical sexy gangster boss. There were worse things to do.

“It’s too dangerous. We find another way,” Jason crossed his arms. The simple thought of this asshole’s hands on you made Jason’s blood boil.

“Jay, I can handle this. Plus I have you as backup,” you tried to convince him. “I trust you always and now trust me.”

He sighed. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you. You were a great vigilante. Skilled, smart and devoted to what you did. “Okay, but I will immediately interfere if he hurts you… or gets too close and then we’re fucked.”

“Deal,” you nodded, walking to your room.
You quickly did your hair and make up, throwing your best lingerie on, a tight white dress that showed a lot of cleavage and wasn’t too long, black high heels and your favourite leather jacket to give you a bit more comfort.

“(Y/N), I–” Jason cut himself off as he saw you walking past him. That dress complimented your body perfectly.
Not that you had to wear it. Jason thought you were always sexy as hell.

“That’s the reaction I wanted,” you laughed it off, putting the ear piece in your ear. “What’s that?” You looked at the other devices on the table. A lighter, a beautiful necklace and a matching bracelet.

Jason cleared his throat, “eh. Uhm, lighter is filled with something you can mix in his drink or food and it will knock him out, but the clue is whatever you tell him in the next 5 minutes will be his memories, like it happened, necklace is a gps tracker and bracelet,” he pulled a little but sharp knife out of it.

“Where do you get all those spy stuff from?” You put the jewellery on and put the light in the pocket of your jacket. “It’s cool.”

What about a save word?” He tried to look in your eyes, but that dress made it hard. Usually Jason wasn’t like this and he wanted to slap himself.

You chuckled, “whatever makes you feel better, Jay. Melon juice?”

“Melon juice,” he nodded.

You took the car and Jason his motorcycle back to the club.
You weren’t scared, maybe a little intimidated and Jason’s panic was inexplicable to you.
He knew what you could and he never acted like this before.

You got into the club. Loud music blaring through your ears.
First a drink, you thought and walked to the bar.
You didn’t see Jason, but Miller was sitting in one of the lounges.

“Pff, his eyes are already on you,” Jason huffed.

You brought your glass in front of your mouth like you wanted to drink to cover your talking, “did you expect something else?” You took a sip. “Thanks.”

“No! I mean, he’s a bastard. You look breathtaking.”

You chuckled, walking on the dance floor.

Jason tensed up the closer the mob boss came to you.

“All alone?” Miller whispered in your ear, taking a hold of your hips from behind.

You laid your head back against his shoulder, “seems not anymore.” You swayed your hips to the music, bodies rubbing against each others.

If Jason thought his blood was boiling earlier he now knew better.
He had to bundle all his willpower to not storm onto the dance floor, punching that piece of criminal garbage for touching and being so all over you.
Jason liked you. He liked you a lot and as much as he tried to deny it, because you were friends right now his feelings for you were fuelling his jealousy.

You could tell Miller enjoyed the dancing. It was all over his face and in his pants.

“How about we take this to my place, kitty?” It was not really a question. He knew he would get what he wanted.

“Sounds good to me,” you batted your lashes.
He grinned and nodded to his men, walking out of the club.
He held the car door for you open like a gentleman before getting in himself. His hand rested on your bare thigh throughout half the ride, but then he lifted it, grabbing your chin and brought your lips to his.
It wasn’t bad.
You didn’t kiss anyone in months and therefore it was nice.

The car parked in front of a gigantic mansion.
You got out and he walked you to the front door his arm was low around your waist.
No key opened the door, but a password he typed on a little screen which you now knew.

“You got the password?” Jason’s voice rang in your ear.
Was he thinking you could answer him? 
Miller lead you inside and into a living room (you were sure there were three others in this house) before excusing himself for a second.

“3485382,” you said. “And now shut up.”

“No need to be rude.”

You took your leather jacket off and sat on the couch, keeping it on your lap. It all looked very luxurious and thinking about him earning his money by killing people and selling drugs to kids made you want to throw up.
Okay how do I get out of here, you thought. Miller would come in any second and then?

“Hope you like some good wine,” he called before walking around the corner with two glasses filled with red liquid. “I told my people to leave us alone.”

“That’s surprising seems like he wants to talk,” you could hear the eye rolling in Jason’s voice. "Be careful not that it’s poisoned.“

"Thank you,” you smiled, keeping eye contact as you took a sip.

“I’ve never seen you in this club before, (Y/N). I sure as hell would have noticed,” his eyes were burning into yours.

“Usually I don’t party in this part of town, but a friend recommended it and, well, I’m glad I listened to her.”

“Hm,” he licked his lips in agreement. You put your glass on the table and crawled ontop of him, giving him a sloppy kiss while putting the liquid in the glass of wine without him noticing.
You got up and moved your hips from side to side, pulling your dress a little up.

Jason wanted to look away, but he couldn’t. You did all this just for the sake of the mission… right?

Your hands moved up your body. He took a sip of his wine.
The urge to slap the pleased grin off his face was definitely there, but you had to maintain character.
You slowly took your dress off, hearing him hiss.
Miller took another sip before putting the glass away. He patted his lap and you straddled him. Miller’s hands rubbed your bare thighs and he started to kiss your neck.

“You totally enjoy this,” why was Jason sounding so bitter? “Shall I better go? You got everything under ‘control’ I see.”

Then Miller passed out.
5 minutes.
You started to tell him what (didn’t) happen, making him also believe he thought he could trust you 100%.
5 minutes over.

“Why are you so bitter?!” You looked to the window.

“Don’t know. Maybe just surprised you’re such a slut.”

“Wow,” you chuckled dryly. “Fuck off, Jason. I’ve actually got this under control.”

“Maybe you just actually start dating him and working for him,” Jason hissed. He didn’t mean to be rude. But he was angry at literally everyone in this moment.
You. Miller. Bruce. Himself.

You took the little ear piece out, holding your middle finger in direction window.

Jason threw his spy glass to the other side of the roof, breathing heavily. His hands were burning, his heart ached.

“It’s just a mission,” he told himself, but he didn’t believe his own words. Why would someone like you like someone like Jason anyway.


You woke up alone not on the couch, but what you doomed was his bed.
You sat up, seeing a wide shirt and a pair of socks laying on the free side of the bed which was still warm.
You put it on, thankful for the socks since the floor was cold shiny stone.
You walked out of the room, down the stairs, standing in the familiar entrance hall. You looked to your right where the living room was.
His and your clothes still at the places you threw them to as he was passed out.

“Raymond?” You called.

“Here,” his unreadable voice called, making you jump around. “I made breakfast.”

You raised an eyebrow, “okay?”

“What?” He sat down on the other side of the table.

“Well, you don’t seem like the I made breakfast guy,” you shrugged.

“Well, usually I’m not,” he winked.

After eating you put the dishes in the sink.

“I have a business dinner tonight and I want you to come,” it was really not a question. “At 7 and wear something fancy.”

“Sure, sir.”

Miller grabbed your chin, “don’t tease me.”

“Never,” you grinned and he peaked your lips.

“One of my man will drive you home.”


“Oh, didn’t think you’d come home,” Jason snapped as you walked in.

“What’s your fucking problem? I’m closer to that virus than you’ve ever been!?
Is it that? That (Y/N) is better than the former Robin Jason Todd?!” You hissed. “You’re pathetic!” You added before heading to your room, this was not what you needed right now.
Jason came up behind you and for a second you thought he was going to fight you, and he did… but not in the conventional way.
He pressed his lips against yours, holding you tightly. You could feel all sorts of anger and frustration being taken out in that kiss.
Passionate, angry, bruising and full of love.
All you ever wanted.

By the time he pulled away you were both almost passed out because of lacking oxygen.

“I liked you, okay?! God damn! (Y/N), I fucking like you!” He didn’t bother to catch his breath. “And seeing that filthy piece of dirt touch you is making me want to kill him slowly and painful!
He doesn’t even know how amazing you are, (Y/N)! What a gift you are.
You are so precious. You mean so much to me, (Y/N).
Every time you’re around I don’t feel completely worthless.
And it kills me! You–”

“Breathe!” You cut him off, because he seemed to forget. Your hand was still holding onto his black shirt. “Breathe, Jason.”

“I’m sorry for what I said. For being such an asshole.
And for thinking I would have a chance, because you’re so far out of my league I don’t understand why we are friends at all–”

This time you cut him off by kissing him again.
It sure made sense.
Being angry because being jealous, trying to build some self defense around oneself by insulting the other.
You sure as hell were no spy. This was so obvious, but you didn’t see it.

“Don’t be stupid now, Jason,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his as you talked. “I just… I never said anything because I didn’t want to risk our friendship.”

He blinked, being quiet for a long moment.

You frowned, “Jason?”

“Well, I… I didn’t think you’d say that so I don’t know what to do now,” he was staring at you.

“Like that one time you thought we wouldn’t even make it inside the LexCorp building and as we made it inside you had no plan?” You smiled.

“Exactly like that time,” he nodded. You hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry,” he pulled you even closer.

“For being an asshole or for what?”


“And now?” You pulled away looking at him.

“Will you be my g-girlfriend and are you willing to deal with my jealousy, angst and all the other issues I have?
Yes. No. Maybe.” He was so helpless. Out there he fought the biggest criminals and right now he stammered, nervously looking everywhere but your eyes.

“But I will still get the virus from Miller.”

“I know,” he nodded not very fond of it. “But I will still kill him!”

A New Day in the Sun (A BATB fanfic)

I’ve been thinking a lot about the days that followed the curse being broken and everyone adjusting to their curse-free lives. So I decided to write Adam’s morning the day after the curse was broken. Enjoy!

Adam awoke with a start, immediately feeling disoriented. He struggled to place the feeling. He knew where he was, but there was a split second where he wasn’t quite sure who he was. He looked down to see his own human hands before him. A smile of relief spread across his face. It truly was real after all. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet hitting the cool floor a second later than what he felt they should have, and made his way to his bedroom window. The faintest hint of dawn was beginning to seep into the horizon. He really should be more tired, he thought to himself. Everyone in the castle had stayed up well into the night talking, telling stories, getting reacquainted with loved ones. Several of his staff’s newly reunited family members had stayed the night at the castle at his invitation. Having everyone there chatting around the fire the night before had felt nice. Comfortable even. He’d even managed to get a laugh out of everyone at one point. That was something he certainly never expected to experience. But then, he never truly expected to be human again. This new life was bound to be full of surprises.

Abandoning any efforts to try and go back to sleep, Adam got dressed, washed his face – pausing a moment to get used to the face staring back at him in the mirror – and made his way down to the stables. He never did get the chance to say hello to Phillipe in all the excitement yesterday. He’d grown rather fond of Belle’s family horse during the time they’d spent together. Phillipe had proven himself quite the intelligent horse and an even better listener. Making his way through the kitchen, Adam grabbed a few carrots for his equine friend.

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15 PROMPTS PT 6 (Sentences)
  1. “I thought you knew.”
  2. “This was the best day ever.”
  3. “I can’t believe you’re back here.”
  4. “I felt bad so I got up and made you breakfast.” 
  5. “Can we start this whole day over?”
  6. “Of course I’m right, I’m always right.”
  7. “I wasn’t late, a cat tried to kill me and made me late!”
  8. “You nearly killed me, tell me how that’s not a big deal.”
  9. “I’m not stuck, just help me.”
  10. “But that’s my favorite shirt!”
  11. “To be honest, I really hate how this tastes.” 
  12. “Your music sucks and you suck, get over it.”
  13. “We can, you know, go together if that’s a thing you’d like.”
  14. “I’m not sorry, this isn’t an apology, I’m just being nice so you shut up!”
  15. “Alright, I lied, I’m not in a band. But I do think you’re cute!”

Running to Finn, she threw herself into his arms. Neither could hug the other hard enough or long enough. The embracing pair finally separated, if only to look into each other’s eyes.

Bus ride home (AU)

9.  “I fell asleep on your couch after a party but you didn’t complain and made breakfast for the both of us”

20.  “the bus driver made a sudden stop and i might have accidentally ended up in your lap and you’re terribly cute pls don’t kill me”

(Raphael x Reader)


You were one the bus home, from an especially tiring day at university. It was pretty late and you watched the streetlights passing by while groaning inwardly. You just wanted to go home, lay down and sleep.

The bus was almost empty except for a few people, who looked just as tired as you were. When you saw your stop coming up, you pressed the stop button and got up, walking over to the exit. The bus came to a sudden halt and you fell backwards, landing in the lap of the guy who was sitting there.

“Shouldn’t I buy you a drink first before we end up like this?” He says a little smirk on his face.

Your mouth drops open a bit and you quickly get up, very, very embarrassed, “I’m so sorry, oh my god I didn’t mean to.” You proceed to apologize a few times more and run outside in a hurry. Of course you had to make a fool out of yourself in front of the only cute guy on the bus. Hopefully you wouldn’t see him again, that would be too awkward.

You slept in late the next day because it was the weekend. Or at least you had planned to sleep in late but your friend Simon had other other things in mind. Your phone rang at 9 in the morning.

“What are you doing later?” You heard an overly excited voice on the other end of the line.

“Sleeping.” You say exhausted.

“I mean later, in the evening.”

“Yeah I mean that too.”

“You’re going to a party with me.”

“Noooo Simon, you always take me to that weird things.” One time he had thought it would be a totally cool idea to go to this party in an abandoned building, only to be arrasted 10 minutes after you arrived there because surprise, it actually wasn’t empty.

“It’s different this time. We’re just going to a friend of mine.”

“You have friends?”

“Haha, very funny. You’re coming. I get you at 9pm.”

You went with Simon, not that you had any choice on the matter. The party was actually quite normal for once and the people were nice. It was a bit crowded in the small apartment and you lost Simon, like 10 times but it still was fun. You probably had a bit too much to drink because at some point you just got really sleepy. You sat down in a chair away from most of the commotion. At first you tried to keep your eyes open but slowly drifted away into sleep.

When you woke up in the morning and looked around, you were pretty sure it wasn’t your room. A guy was leaning over you, shaking you awake. It was the one you met on the bus the other day. You thought you were still dreaming at first but your dreamy state didn’t last long. You took a pillow and through it at him.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You yell.

“I live here…”


“Sorry I scared you. I’m Raphael. You’re Simons friend right? You fell asleep last night. He actually wanted to carry you home but I thought that would have been a bit too much for him, so I offered to let you sleep here.”


“No problem, I made you breakfast.”

“You did?”

“Why so surprised?” He says with a smile, “We’re already pretty close.” He winks at you.

“Great…I thought you might have forgotten.”

“I don’t forget girls who fall for me at our first meeting.”

You roll your eyes, “I think I’m getting a headache from your arrogance.”

“That’s probably just the alcohol.” He offers you his hand, “Come on cutie, you need to eat something.”

A beautiful morning: MC x Kagetsugu

For you, dear @manju-girl
You can find my other fics with the tag #kan’s fic

Rating: 😏😏😏
••• “I love that name. It’s as cute as you are"•••

Another morning comes in Echigo. Winter nearly ends as snow falls less and less.
MC’s busy making breakfast. She wants to make some extra hot tea for Kagetsugu to warm him up.
“Alright! This should be good enough. I hope he will like it. This can make him feel better.”
Kagetsugu caught a fever two days ago. He fell into the river when he tried to save her. She didn’t mean to. All she wanted was getting some fresh fish for his special dinner.
“I’m coming. Lord Kagetsugu, here is your breakfast. I also made some hot tea for you.”
As always, he doesn’t say much, but having breakfast with him is more than enough for her.
“Why didn’t you eat with others?”
“I want to look after you. It was my fault that ….”
“I already said it’s ok.”
“But…I…..I can’t leave you like this. Not now. Please let me stay here with you.”
He sighs, turns his face away to hide his blush. He has never been in the situation like this. He’s not used to woman and doesn’t know how to treat her properly.
She is a weird girl who insists on staying near him although he keeps being cold towards her.
He is a samurai. He will someday die on a battlefield, so he doesn’t want to be invole in any romantic relationship. He wants to exchange his strength and his death for the glory of the Uesugi clan, not permanent sorrow for the ones who are important to him.
“Wah, the snow is falling. It’s so beautiful. The winter in Echigo is wonderful, milord. I’m sure the spring will be much more splendid.”
Her cheerful voice spreads through his mind, her bright eyes captures his gaze, her childish look makes his heart skips a beat.
“N…nice day, isn’t it?” He whispers, still looking at her.
“Did you say something, milord?” She turns to him, staring with her beautiful eyes.
“No!” He hurriedly looks away so that she can’t notice his blush.
It reaches over his limit now. Her eyes, her face, her gesture, her hair,…They are so beautiful that he can’t calm himself anymore.
“I’m sure you did!” She smiles mischievously, “please say that again.”
“I said nothing. You must be mistaken.”
“I did hear it, Tsugutsugu. It is rare to hear you compliment.”
“Don’t get it wrong. I don’t remember saying anything. And how many times have I told you I’m not Tsugutsugu!”
“I love that name. It’s as cute as you are, Tsugutsugu.”
He walks away as he can’t stand it anymore. He’s blushing fiercely after seeing her mischievous but bright smile. He walks as fast as he can so that she won’t know his face is all red now.
Sadly, he fails as she finally manages to grab his arm.
“You….you…don’t have to run like that…” She’s must be out of breath after running such a long way.
“I didn’t run” He replies, his face is still as red as a tomato.
Noticing his blush, she grins mischievously “You. Are. So. Cute. Tsugutsugu.”
“My name is not Tsugutsugu.” Now he blushes even more firecely.
“You and your nickname are cute.”
“Shut it.”
He countinously shakes his arm but she refuses to let it go. Her face is full of joy while his can’t be more red than it is now.
“Look, milord. A flower. It’s blooming. Does that mean the spring has come?” She suddenly says and turns her attention to the nearby flower.
He turns to her. He can feel a new feeling has appeared inside him. It keeps blooming and blooming like that little flower.
“Spring…our first spring…"He murmurs under his breath. His voice is too soft for her to hear.
“Ahh, your face is all red, milord. Does your fever come back? Oh no, let’s go back to your room.”
“Hey, slow down. I’m fine. I’m totally fine. Do you even listen to me?

I'll Make You Feel Beautiful


*10th Grade Year*

His soft pink lips touched mine. His tongue made it’s way inside and explored my mouth. I tangled my fingers in his soft brown curls. I pulled away to breathe and looked into those beautiful brown eyes.

“I love you Y/N,” he said.

“I love you too, Vic”

I pulled him into another kiss and felt him smile into it. His hands snuck inside my shirt and squeezed my breasts. He was about to pull my shirt over when the door flew open.

“Y/N,” my mom said.

“Mom I can exp-”

“Pull down your shirt and we’ll talk later on,”

I did what she said and looked back at Vic.

“Sorry,” he mouthed.

“It’s okay,”

“I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” he said.

I nodded and he pecked my cheek.


*Two Years Later*

People began to exit the school building. Prom was the most fun school event, but it ended too soon. I wasn’t going to complain because tonight was the night that I was going to give my boyfriend of five years, Vic Fuentes, my V-card.

“Want to go to my house?" 

"Sure,” I said.

He laced our fingers together and walked towards his car. The drive to his house was filled with our laughter and music. He pulled up in the drive way and ran to my side. He helped me out and locked his car. We walked up to the door and unlocked it. I walked up to his bedroom and took off my coat and heels off. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. I spun around and kissed his lips.

“Vic,” I said. “I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I am.”

He laid me on my back and nibbled my neck. My hands gently pulled on his tie and began to undo the buttons on his shirt. He threw it aside and began to massage my breasts. I moaned at the feeling. He stopped and put his hands behind my back. His strong hand unzipped my dress and he pulled it down to my knees. He pulled back and admired my body. His eyes traveled down to my bare breasts. He than looked at my scar which was on my not so flat tummy and than looked back into my eyes. He leaned back down and kissed me again. He started to play with my soaked laced panties. He slowly took my panties off. His slender fingers began to stroke my clit and then entered me. I hissed at the feeling of pain and pleasure. The feeling in my stomach was unbearable. I soon came on his fingers.

“I love you,”

“I love you too”

He pulled down his boxers and kicked them off.

“If you want we can stop,” he said.

“No I want too,”

I pulled his head back down and pecked his lips. He slowly began to enter me. It felt strange and he soon entered his whole length inside me. Tears prickled down my cheeks and Vic wiped them away.

“I’m sorry baby,” he said. “Do I stop?”

“No keep going,”

He slowly moved his hips and soon the pain turned into pleasure.

“Y/N,” he moaned.

I felt my walls clench around his thick member and soon came. His thrusts started to get sloppy and soon came inside me.

He pulled out me and held me close. We soon fell into a deep sleep.



I woke up and slipped on Vic’s shirts and a pair of my shorts that I would leave here. I went downstairs to see Vic made breakfast with Mike.

“You know I was able to hear you guys,” Mike said.

I felt my cheeks redden and Vic chuckled. He than started to make fun of Mike about him and his girl making out. We finished eating and Vic wrapped his arms around me.

“I love you,”

“I love you too.”

Originally posted by cassammydean

Summary: You wake up sick, but push it aside until the boys notice and call on Castiel, your boyfriend, to watch over you.

Pairing: CastielxReader

Character(s): Castiel, Sam and Dean

Warnings: Sickness, frustration, stubbornness. 

Words: 3089

A/N: Came up with this one when I was sick a few months back. Next one will be someone else I promise!

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Always Read the Margins

Chapter 8 here, all parts here

Genre: Chaptered. University AU, fluff, eventual relationship that can be taken as either platonic or romantic

Summary: Fiction. Phil is a master’s student, Dan is a nervous first year. Phil is in the library when he has to look up a reference in a law textbook, and there is a scrawled note in messy handwriting down the side that makes him laugh. On a whim, he scribbles a reply, but he doesn’t expect to get a response…

Warnings: More platonic cuddles. Badly-timed Christmas. Mentions of Star Wars but no spoilers ^_^

Word Count: Around 3-4000 per chapter

A/N: I have an update :) And my goodness, thank you so much to everyone who’s messaged me and left comments, I’m so thrilled!!

Chapter 9

When Dan woke the next morning, it was to an arm slung over his waist and an incredible warmth wrapped around his body. Breath tickled his chest, unfamiliar clothes rustled against his skin, and a green and blue quilt was pulled up loosely around him.

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Even if i don’t know Bobby so much, i can’t stop to read his scenarios! :P because your scenarios are very very goooood~~ ok… scenario with winner’s Seungyoon, you’re very busy and stressed at work, you’re not feeding well and feel really tired and weak, He’s worried and angry for that so not take a long to he do something about?? Thankyou~~

You pick your bag up and leave the office near 3 AM. You had to get back there at 8 o’ clock and work some more.You didn’t really get any time to eat or sleep, even shower. It’s been a few weeks since it was like that and your boyfriend tried a thousand times to convince you to take a break from work. You would refuse every time he told you to sleep and he’ll talk to your boss, which made him get quite angry from time to time.

“_____, you should really stop working for at least a month, your dark circles are going to take over your whole body if you continue.”

You get out of bed while Seungyoon follows you out. He grabs your arm and pulls you.


“Just go back to sleep…” He whispers softly.

“I have w—”

“No, just sleep.” He pushes you down and wraps you in the blanket. “Just do this, for our sake.”

“I have to go work.” You protest, kicking the sheets off.

As you were about to get changed, he pins you to the bed and hugs you in it.


“You’re not listening to me.” He says in a bit harsh tone.

“—yoon… Let go…” You demand calmly.

“See? You’re too tired to get angry at me. It’s even worst now, you’re not going any where until you’re fully energized. Got it?” You could feel his anger rise in his voice.

“I’m going to be late…”

“You’re going to be late for nothing, trust me.”

He leaves the bedroom and you hear the living room phone beep. He was probably calling your boss. You wanted to get out of bed and scream but you felt your lungs too tired for that. You weren’t even in a comfortable position but you still laid down like that. His footsteps then came closer to the bedroom. He didn’t bother opening the lights, he knew your eyes would feel burned if he opens them.

“It’s 7:20 if you’re wondering. I’ll be right back.” He says, leaving the edge of the door.

You felt stress run over you, you were scared that someone would take the pile you left on your desk, the papers you forgot to put in the files, the printer you forgot to change the ink container, the paper you promised to do for your colleague in office n25. You would tremble in bed while your boyfriend was cooking.

You got up and moved slowly to the bathroom. You opened the door and turn to the mirror. All you could see was the reflection of the bathtub at the back, the back of the sink and the toilet that was at the corner. You could see your dark circles that were making their way to the bottom of cheeks. Your hair was a mess, you could see the split ends you didn’t get the time to cut off like before.

“_____?” You heard his voice ask.

“Y-yeah?” You answer in the loudest voice you could.

“Ah, there you are, come here, I made you breakfast.” He smiles, patting the edge of the bed.

You smile, walking to the bed and sit next to your boyfriend that was holding a tray. He picks the spoon up and before he got the chance to feed you, you stop him.

“What are you doing?” You ask, looking at him.

“I’m feeding you.”

“Just because I’m dead tired doesn’t mean I can’t eat alone. Give me this.”

You take the spoon and feed yourself. You felt kind of shy when he looked at you eat.

“Do you like it?”

“You could do better.” You joked, looking at the food.

He laughs and eats a piece of the egg.

“This isn’t so bad.”

Until you hear a ‘crunch’ sound.

“…. You ate a shell, didn’t you?” You laughed.

“Hm, no I didn’t…” He lies, acting like nothing happened.

After breakfasting with him and brushing your teeth, you both settle down and watch TV. Halfway through the series, you felt tired and couldn’t help yourself but sleep.

“You’re tired, aren’t you?” He says, closing the TV.


He picks you up bridal style and walks back to the bedroom. After laying you down and putting the blanket over you, he kisses your forehead before leaving. The phone suddenly rang, you heard him run to it.

“Hello?.. No, she’s asleep… Well I’m sorry but you’ll have to print that on your own… What do you mean you can’t do that it’s a printer you just print what you want out it’s not that hard or else ask someone she’s not the only one in the office… No, bye.”

You could feel pressure in his voice, how pissed he was at one of your colleagues. He walks back in to the room and closes the door gently. You sit up to support his weight when he gets on to the bed with you.

“Lay down, you should sleep.” He says patting your pillow.

“No, I want to talk to you.”

“What is it?”

“Was there something wrong in the phone?”

He sighs and looks at the ceiling before answering. “Nothing, just the people you work with are just so… I don’t know, they seem too idiotic to not know how to do things on your own.”


“Y'know, I hate your job so badly even if I’m not the one working that I mean like really maybe you should fine another job.” He suggests.

“Hey! You know it’s really hard to get a job!”

“Yeah but you’re really nice and social so they’ll accept you anywhere.”

“No, you need to have a diploma or something to get the job you want, you can’t just have anything.”

He scoffs and looks at you with a smile. “Why are you smiling like that?” You ask, laying down next to him.“

He puts his arms around you, his head into your neck. "I just love spending sometime with you.”

“That’s not going to happen tomorrow.” You sigh, upset of the reality.

He laughs into your skin, his warm breath touching you.

“Are you sure?”

“Why? What did you say to my boss?” You ask nervously.

“Ah nothing, just that you’re never going back there because you’re pregnant and you decided to change jobs.” He laughs harder.

“P-pregnant?! What the heck, Seungyoon! Where am I supposed to work, now?!” You shout.

“At home, I can also get a job, you know!”

“You stupid! How do I get paid then?” You ask, upset.

“I’ll pay you with hugs and kisses.” He says, kissing you.

“As if cashiers would accept that…”

“I can become a cashier and when you come to the market I work at, you’ll have to pay with hugs and kisses!” He laughs cutely while landing a few soft kisses on you.

anonymous asked:

Being awake is great! Except you're not here :( I'll survive though.. the breakfast you made was lovely. You're truly astonishing baby. You'll get morning kisses every day! You can get goodnight kisses and lunch kisses and just regular kisses too if you want them - Tyler

I’ll be home before you know it, then we can do whatever you wanna do. I’ve missed you and last night wasn’t a good night ☹️I want all the kisses, you giant cheeseball 💖💖 how’d I get so lucky?

Dinner? (Part III)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Language. Fluff. Mentions of Sex.

Word Count: 3609

Author’s Note: It’s a long chapter!! Forgive me please!! Based on a conversation with @pleasecallmecaptain. So glad you guys enjoyed this fic. There will be one more part after this I believe.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI/Epilogue

Your name: submit What is this?

You woke up feeling disoriented. What happened last night? Why am I still wearing yesterday’s clothes? Eyes closed, you began your usual morning routine, only to become more disoriented. Is my bed this big? Wait. Is my bed this soft? Wait… You opened your eyes when you tried to roll off the bed but couldn’t find the sides.

This. This isn’t my room. Where the fuck –

And then it all came rushing back. Meeting Seb, getting his number, meeting Hayley, calling Seb, going out with Seb, kissing Seb… Holy mother of God it wasn’t a dream?? You stared incredulously at the ceiling and smiled ridiculously wide. You couldn’t believe going on a pizza date with Sebastian wasn’t a dream.

Your peaceful thoughts were interrupted by a pan dropping somewhere else in the room. What the fuck? Wait. Is that? Do I smell…? Is that bacon? Your stomach growled at the thought. Who could be making breakfast in a hotel? Don’t you get room service?

You stretched, hearing your back pop, and stood. Making your way to the bathroom, you briefly debated a shower. I need to shower because I smell like shit. On the other hand, what the fuck do I change into?

That’s when you spotted one of Sebastian’s shirts thrown haphazardly onto the back of a chair. It seemed to be large enough to fit comfortably as a t-shirt dress so you grabbed it. You figured you’d just change back into your current clothes before you left.

You picked up your phone and unlocked it, getting your shower playlist ready. Reaching the bathroom, you proceeded to blast music and stripped out of your clothes. Forgetting where you were, you started singing along to the music loudly.  You pulled your hair up into a messy bun and hopped into the shower, letting the hot water hit your skin. It stung but you relished in it, feeling the grime of the previous bad morning wash away. After quickly washing your body, you stepped out of the shower and grabbed a fluffy hotel towel. Wrapping it around yourself, you turned off the music playing from your phone. You dried yourself and debated putting on underwear. On one hand, they were dirty from yesterday’s activities. On the other hand you didn’t have any clean ones.

Grabbing your phone, you opened your phone browser and googled “what to do if you don’t have clean underwear”. You pulled down the toilet seat cover and sat on it as you clicked the first site. Yelp. What the fuck? Okay… You scrolled through the site and many options did not apply to your current situations. And then you saw it.

Go commando.

Could you do it? You could wash your underwear and go commando until it dried. Hmm. That’s not a bad idea.

You quickly picked up your underwear from the floor and threw it into the sink. You filled the sink with water and, seeing as the soap was in a bottle, you pumped a large dollop into your hand and proceeded to wash your underwear. You scrubbed until you deemed it clean. Unplugging the sink stopper, you let the soapy water drain before turning on the tap again to rinse the soap out of your underwear. You wrung it out and hung it over the vent, hoping it would dry faster that way. You pulled on your bra and Sebastian’s shirt.

You found that his shirt reached about two finger widths below your ass. Picking up your belongings off of the floor, you realized you had a belt from yesterday. You decided to wear it around your waist to add some flair to the outfit. However, it pulled up the shirt about a finger width, leaving you quite bare. This shit better dry fast.

You left the towel on the toilet seat and spotted an unopened toothbrush in a cup on the sink counter. On it was written in messy writing: For when you wake up – Seb. You smiled. He’s so thoughtful. You quickly opened the package and located the toothpaste. After brushing your teeth, you grabbed everything except your underwear and stalked out of the bathroom. You placed your clothes on the bed and walked aimlessly into the room where you had pizza the previous night. You unlocked your phone and checked your messages, finding your friend Victoria had left some messages in your Tumblr.

Yo, how was it? Did he kiss you? Did you have fun? What did you guys do? I need details omg!!



(Y/N) are you having so much fun that you’re ignoring me now? I know there’s a time zone difference but honey what the fuck??

Should I be worried?


Reply to this when you read it omg I need all the details. I’m going to sleep now. Night. Love you.

Vic!! Ohmygod it was amazing!!! We went for pizza, a local store that doesn’t have any seating. He took me back to his hotel room and he kissed me!!! He fucking kissed me at the pizzeria and holy fuck was it amazing. When we got to the hotel lobby, I kissed him and it was just. Fuck every time I kiss him it’s like I see stars. I mean, technically he’s a star but like, you know what I mean! I just can’t even deal right now. I just woke up in his bed, fully clothed mind you, but still. It was amazing. I’m sobbing now holy fuck. I don’t even know what to do! I took a shower, and I’m wearing his shirt now. I’m washing my underwear so that I can wear it again today before I shower again at home. Fuck me Vic, he’s just perfect. I met Hayley Atwell too. She had some pizza with us. I can’t really remember much after that. I think I passed out once the adrenaline left my system.


What happened to going to sleep?

That was like 5 hours ago. Pftt. Besides, I flit in and out of sleep anyway and I just happened to check my phone. Now I’m wide awake because Seb!!! SO SPILL THE DETAILS!

Okay! Chill! We didn’t have sex

What? Aw fuck! : (

Nah, it was fine. He was really sweet. I think I slept in his arms. If I remember correctly, I fell asleep on the couch as we were watching some sort of movie. I don’t know what. Anyway, I woke up in the bed and his side of the bed was still warm so.


I know omg.

Oh wait, I smelled bacon earlier. Now I’m hungry. Gonna go see what’s up. I’ll talk to you later yeah? Go back to sleep. Love you my goddess. <3</i>

What BITCH YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME LIKE THAT WHO’S MAKING BACON IS IT SEBASTIAN IF IT’S SEBASTIAN FUCKING KILL ME OMG stfu you my goddess just take it you’re in a hotel room with Sebastian fucking Stan. If you aren’t goddess level right now, there is no such thing as a goddess then.

Go to sleep. I’ll tell you when you wake up ok? Love you goddess don’t fight me on this. Good night <3</i>

Ugh fine bye (Y/N) you better not leave out any details! I want all of it; the good the bad the small the big ;) if you know what I mean

Oh shut up, just sleep I’m leaving your ass for him right now. Bye. <3</i>

You exited out of the app and locked your phone. Leaving it on the coffee table, you went in search for bacon.

What you were greeted with surprised you immensely.

There, in front of the stove, holding a frying pan with sizzling bacon on it, was a shirtless Sebastian Stan, looking hot as fuck and totally domesticated. Holy shit. Is he? Is he making breakfast?

You shyly cleared your throat as you tried to rid your mind of your thoughts. Don’t think about him fucking you against the kitchen counter. Ohmygod. Shut up (Y/N). You hadn’t thought the room was so big that you would have missed him standing in the offside kitchen, but you realized that he was in one of the biggest rooms with all the accommodations. Besides, you had just woken up and was still dazed from realizing going out with Sebastian hadn’t been just a dream.

You cleared your throat once again, but louder this time. Without turning around, Sebastian gestured with his free hand to the small table.

“Breakfast will be ready in a sec. Hope you like bacon and toast. No eggs though, sorry ‘bout that.”

“Did you… Did you make everything?” Sebastian nodded, still focused on not burning the bacon. As you moved to the table at the other end of the offside kitchen, the toaster went off.

“I’ll get it. You focus on the bacon.” You said with a smile. I can’t believe he made breakfast!

“I- Thank you. Here,” he said, grabbing a plate, “put the toasts on this and bring them here so we can put jam or butter or whatever on it.” He turned to look at you, and nearly dropped the plate.

“Is that- are you- is that my shirt? Are you wearing my shirt? As a dress?” His jaw dropped in surprise.

“I- Yeah. I’m sorry. Do you want me to change? I just- my clothes are dirty so. I’m sorry.” You turned to leave, but his arm shot out to stop you.

“No, don’t worry about it.” He said, his voice lower than before. “It uh, what I mean to say is, you look good.” He retracted his arm in embarrassment and rubbed the back of his neck in an effort to hide the heat rising up his neck in the form of a blush.

“It’s not like you need a shirt with that body.” you commented. Your eyes widened in surprise. “Oh my god. Tell me I did not just say that!” You covered your eyes in embarrassment. You felt a pair of strong arms pull you close. A hand pried away the hand you used to cover your eyes. Sebastian wrapped his arms around you, and you pressed yourself into him, hoping to erase this embarrassing moment from your memory. You could feel the outline of his hard body through the thin material of Sebastian’s shirt and his scent filled your nostrils. It wasn’t helping your concentration at all.

Sebastian leaned his head down and whispered in your ear. “Don’t be embarrassed love. If you would be mine, properly, as in my girlfriend, I’d give you all of my shirts to wear.” Raising his head again, he ran a hand through his hair, cheeks beginning to flame hot. “Besides, I don’t know what you’re freaking out about. I know plenty of guys that have nicer bodies than me. For example Chris Evans. Chris Hemsworth would be another.” Sebastian looked away from you, pretending to be busy making sure the bacon wouldn’t burn.

You reached up and placed your hand on Sebastian’s cheek. He leaned into your touch almost subconsciously.

“Seb,” you started. He didn’t turn to you. “Seb. Look at me.” Slowly, he raised his head and lowered his eyes to look at you. “Don’t start comparing yourself to them. They aren’t who I want. You are.” You stood up on your tiptoes, placing your hands on Sebastian’s shoulders for balance. He gripped your waist for extra support, and also because he wanted to. Smiling, you looked into his eyes and said, “And Seb, I’d love to be yours if you’ll be mine.”

With that, Sebastian’s lips came crashing down onto yours. Your tongues tangoed with tangled limbs, fighting to be the leading partner. Sebastian pulled you flush against him, bacon and toast long forgotten. You could feel your body reacting to the heat and passion of the moment. Shifting your hips, you felt Sebastian’s response against your hipbone.

Cautiously, you pulled away. You had only just met Sebastian in person. Even though you knew you had fallen for him completely, you weren’t quite ready to give yourself to him fully. He seemed to understand as he shot you an apologetic smile.

“Can’t quite help my body’s natural reaction to scoring a beautiful girlfriend, love.” You smiled and leaned into his body again. You took a deep breath, trying to fill your nose with his scent.

Instead, you smelled something else.

“Seb, do you? Is that? Do you smell something burning?”

“Shit! Fuck I forgot the bacon! Damnit. I just wanted to surprise you.” Turning towards the stove, Sebastian heaved a heavy sigh. He carefully threw out the bacon and turned off the stove. Thrusting his hands into his hair, he groaned. “I can’t believe the first thing I try to do for my girlfriend turns into a huge unsuccessful mess.”

You wrapped your arms around Sebastian’s waist from behind. “Shh. Don’t worry about it,” you cooed. “I was plenty surprised when I saw you standing shirtless and cooking me breakfast.”

“But now it’s ruined.” He whined. You smiled into his back.

“No it’s not! We still have toast! And if all else fails, we didn’t finish yesterday’s pizza.” Sebastian turned in your arms and smiled down at you.

“You’re so positive. And amazing. And I’m not sure I deserve you even though we literally just met.” You only beamed up at him, thinking of all the little things he’s done for you in the last 24 hours.

“I’m definitely sure that I don’t deserve you. For fuck’s sake you’re a celebrity and I’m just a normal girl from a normal city with a normal life. I’ve got nothing on any of the girls you could have.” Your smile faltered. What if he realizes how boring your life is? What if he realizes he doesn’t want boringness? What if he realizes that he’s too good for you? What if, what if, what if. A million thoughts raced through your head and every emotion you were feeling briefly showed on your face before flitting away.

Now that you were thinking about it, how were the two of you even going to be able to make this relationship work? You lived in different cities, had different schedules, had different lives… Eyes downcast, you frowned and slipped your bottom lip between your teeth subconsciously.

Sebastian tugged your lip out using his fingers. “What are you thinking about love? Tell me what’s on your mind.”

You loved that you’ve only known him for a day and yet, it was as if he already knew your tells.  He knew you bit your lip when your mind was in overload. He knew your blush would rise from the base of your neck when you were embarrassed, but would splotch on your cheeks when you were feeling other things. He knew your emotions would flit across your face and he could tell what they were. It was like he was made to know you before you knew you.

“I just- I.” You looked up at him. “Do you really want to make this work?” You expected him to chuckle, or to crack a joke to lighten the suddenly tense atmosphere.

Instead, he just stared into your (Y/E/C) eyes with his steely blues.

“Yes. Yes I do. I know it’ll be hard considering everything, but I want to try. I – I really like you (Y/N). And yes, I know we just met, and this is actually ridiculous but I just, I don’t know. I feel this connection. I feel happier, lighter, when I’m with you. I don’t know how I lived without you before because now that you’re in my life, I can’t imagine my future without you. And I know that I’m rambling now, and everything I’m saying is fucking cliché as shit but I just - . This feels real to me. I need this to work. Even though I’ve only known you for under 24 hours, I feel like I’ll be lost without you. This morning, when I woke up with you in my arms, it felt natural. It felt like something I could see myself doing every day for the rest of my life. None of the relationships I’ve been in before could compare to the one day that I spent with you. I just…” He trailed off. Voice cracking, he continued. “Please tell me you want this as bad as I do.”

You gazed into his eyes, as your brained kicked up another gear, thinking of ways you could solve your problems. Sebastian watched as each emotion, idea, and thought flitted around.

“I do want this,” you said with a small voice. “Only, I don’t know how to make this work. How will we see each other? Long distance relationships are hard for the people directly involved in the relationship as well as the people who are indirectly involved. Your schedule is ridiculously packed as an actor and I can’t just uproot my entire life and follow you everywhere you go, no matter how much I want to. I don’t know what to do.”

One of Sebastian’s hands came up to cup your cheek and you leaned into it. His thumb drew soothing circles on your check bone as he contemplated what you said. On one hand, he knew you were right. On the other, he wanted desperately to make this work. What he had said, while rather cliché, were thoughts that really were swirling around in his head. He just knew that he needed you.

“We’ll make this work. I swear we will. Maybe… I don’t know. I’ll think of something. I swear to you that I will. You’re worth it. Please don’t cry.” You didn’t notice you had tears of frustration leaking out of the corners of your eyes until Sebastian pointed it out and smoothed his thumb under your eyes to wipe them away.

You mustered a watery smile and gave Sebastian a kiss. He deepened it, licking the salty tears off your lips, breakfast long forgotten. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he snaked his arms around your waist. You couldn’t get enough of each other, two bodies pressing into each other like a perfect mold. He backed you into the table and trapped you there, one hand now holding your head. The hand that was still on your hip held you tight as he moved from your mouth to your collarbone, leaving hot and wet open-mouthed kisses along the way. You moaned, unable to stop your body’s reaction to him.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You groaned. Who the fuck keeps interrupting us? However, you made no move to push Sebastian off of you. Sebastian also made no move to let you go. He had moved up your neck and was now licking and sucking on the sweet spot right under your ear. You moaned involuntarily. As he licked and sucked at your neck, your moans became louder.

“What the bloody hell are you two doing in there? Sebastian, I swear to God you better not have called me early in the fucking morning to listen to the two of you have sex,” came the voice on the other side of the door. Neither of you understood what was being said. Neither of you were able to place a face to the voice.

The pounding on the door became louder and more impatient.

“Sebastian! You better open this door right now! You didn’t wake me up at seven in the morning to make me bring makeup over for no reason! Hurry up!”

“Shit! Shit!” Sebastian pulled himself away from you, giving you a long kiss before turning to the door. “I’m coming Hayley!”

Sebastian had called her when he woke up so that he could ask her to bring down some makeup for you to freshen up if you needed to. At the very least so you could wipe off the remnants of yesterday’s makeup.

“Holy hell! Look at the hickeys on your neck (Y/N)! And you!” Hayley whirled around to face Sebastian. She sighed heavily, but not without a smile on her face. “Come on. We’ll have the two of you fixed up in no time. Cute shirt by the way.” You chuckled, feeling comfortable enough with Hayley not to be embarrassed.

You walked over to her and gave her a hug. “Thank you,” you said, “I’m sorry you were woken up at seven because of this one over here.”

Hayley only smiled at you. “Don’t worry hon. I would have had to wake up soon to get ready to go back to the convention centre anyway. How did breakfast go?” This last sentence was aimed at Sebastian as Hayley rummaged in her bag, looking for makeup wipes for you.

“Aw fuck. Clearly, not as planned.” Hayley laughed, the sound filling the room.

“Figures. Sorry for interrupting by the way.” You could practically hear Hayley smirking.

“Twice Hayley. You interrupted us twice. What the hell?” Sebastian said.

“Sorry hon. Can’t help it!” You chuckled.

“Aww Seb, don’t be sad! Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty later.” You said, a shy smile gracing your features. You weren’t usually this bold and suggestive. But, with Sebastian, you felt carefree.

The three of you bantered back and forth as you all got ready for the convention. Eventually, you would order room service and head to the convention centre.


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Requested by thisismyexscape (sorry this took so long, dear) an Anniversary fluff/smut fic with g!p Anna. :)

   Anna awoke to an open window and the curtains swaying gently in the warm summer breeze.  Sunlight drifted through onto the white sheets of the bed she lay on and shone on Anna’s freckled face as the woman struggled to open her eyes. When the redhead’s eyes fluttered open, they squinted almost automatically once the light them. Anna slowly sat up and stretched luxuriously, falling back against the fluffy pillows after letting out a contented sounding groan. Noticing something was missing, Anna turned her head and saw the empty space where her wife normally laid (looking dead as a doornail) in the mornings.

   Anna was the morning person of the two and preferred to wake up early to feel the first rays of sunshine… Elsa, however, would rather lie in bed and sleep the day away if she could, but the blonde had a job and it intervened with almost everything in her life so she would have to get up early every morning, no matter how much she didn’t want to. Anna sighed sadly, remembering what day it was, and reached down to place a hand on the little dip in the bed that fit Elsa’s figure. That side of the bed was done up, like Elsa had woken up in the morning and had made that side of the bed without Anna waking up…

   The young woman felt especially alone that day since it was a very special day and she had no one to share it with.  She knew that Elsa would be gone at work and had prepared herself for another lonely day, but now that that day had finally arrived, Anna seemed much sadder that she thought she would be. She listened to the dull silence of her bedroom for a moment, then stood and crossed the space between her and her dresser. Something caught Anna’s eye on her vanity.

   “Funny.” Anna thought, walking up to a pair of clothes that had been neatly set out for her with a yellow post it not on the top. The redhead picked up the note and lifted it so she could read it. The note read, “Good morning, Anna.” Anna smiled once she realized it was Elsa’s hand writing, the cursive letters were always written in beautiful loopy lettering, “I hope you have a wonderful day. Happy anniversary!”

   The redhead sighed happily, set the note down on the vanity and picked up the shirt that Elsa had laid out…it was a simple red shirt with a bleach stain on the side…

   Anna shrugged, then pulled it over her head and slipped on the pair of worn jeans that had been laying underneath the shirt. Walking out of the bedroom and down the stairs, Anna was met by another note by the pantry door as she turned to step into her kitchen.

   “I’m not here to make you breakfast so I pre-made pancake batter for you to put them on the grill yourself. I love you!”

   Anna smiled adoringly at the note then turned to look at the kitchen counter where the small electric griddle was plugged into the outlet on the wall and a bowl of pancake batter sat to the side. Smiling broadly, Anna walked over to the awaiting griddle and began to prepare herself some pancakes. Elsa always made the best pancakes in the mornings. Anna, after making the pancakes, sat down at the table and began to eat…she sighed, feeling a little less lonely than before.  

    After she had finished her breakfast, Anna walked into the living room and sat down on the couch tiredly, pulling out her ipod and beginning to search through her favorite songs. Once she found one she liked, she laid back over the couch and rested her head on the pillow…she stared up at the ceiling for a moment before she noticed another note hanging there. The redhead sat up in surprise, looking up at the post- it note that had been placed on the ceiling, then got to her feet on the couch and jumped in order to grab it.

   Successfully snatching the note, (but almost falling) Anna flopped back over the couch and lifted it to her face so she could read it.

   “I hope you liked your breakfast. I know this is where you always come after you eat to listen to your music so I put a couple of our favorite songs together for you. Just look for the playlist on there that says Happy Anniversary. I love you.”

   Anna broke out into a massive grin and went to her playlists, then found the one entitled Anniversary.  Upon opening it, she found all of her and Elsa’s favorite songs. She pressed play on the first song, leaned back and shut her eyes, letting it play until the last song ended.  When the last note played, Anna sat up and stretched, rubbing her eyes tiredly and moving back towards the staircase. Walking into the bathroom, Anna found another post it note on the mirror that read, “I bought you some new shower jell. It’s your favorite kind. Love you a lot.”

   The younger woman giggled at the note and set it down on the side of the sink, then prepared herself for a bath. As she was drawing the water she took her clothes off.  Forgetting to bring in her book, the redhead trotted to her bedroom where her book lay on the bedside table. Grabbing it and walking back to the bathroom, a note fell out from the pages onto the floor. Anna skidded to a halt and almost greedily snatched up the new note from Elsa.

   “Have a nice bath. I skipped a shower this morning so you could have as much hot water as you need. Love you!”

   Anna smiled happily and tucked the note into the back of her book, then stepped into the bathroom and turned off the water. Stepping into the steaming tub, Anna slowly sank down into the warm water and rested her head against the back of the tub, sighing contently.

   She grabbed her book, turned to the last page she was on and resumed her reading from last night.

   Unbeknownst to Anna, Elsa had returned from work very early. The blonde was patiently waiting until Anna was getting out of her bath to surprise her. Elsa plan was working perfectly so far, or as much as she could tell. The woman was out on the porch all morning, after she had talked to her boss about the situation. It took a lot to get out of a day of work, but it was worth it for Anna. Once Elsa saw Anna smiling at her note that she had left on the ceiling, Elsa knew it was worth it and more to skip a day of work.

   She wanted their first anniversary to be special.

   Elsa, watching Anna jog up the stairs towards the bathroom, sneaked over to the door, opened it, and slipped inside undetected. The blonde made her way around the staircase to hide until she heard Anna settle down in the bathtub. Smiling to herself, Elsa walked up the stairs silently and slipped into her bedroom. Inside, she slipped off her clothes and laid them on the vanity neatly, turned around, checked herself in the mirror, fluffed her hair, then stepped out of her room and started for the bathroom.

   Anna, relaxed and into her reading, turned the page in her book absentmindedly as Elsa walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. The redhead, hearing the click from the doorknob as it shut, froze in the bathtub. She slowly peered out from behind her book to see her girlfriend standing there, smiling lovingly…then her eyes trailed downward over Elsa’s bare body. Almost an immediate reaction, from underneath the water, Anna’s penis began to harden.

   Elsa continue to smile down at her surprised wife…but then her eyes shifted to the erection that was poking its way up out of the water. The blonde chuckled warmly and moved closer to Anna, getting to her knees beside the bath tub and crossing her arms over the side.

   “Happy anniversary.” Elsa cooed.

   Hearing Elsa’s tone of voice, Anna sat up farther in the tub and set her book aside, “E-elsa! You’re here! I…thought you were at work.” Said Anna

   “Well…I’m not anymore.” Elsa replied, reaching down and placing a finger on the tip of Anna’s cock, “I’m here with you.”

   Anna blushed heatedly and took a deep breath as Elsa began to tease the tip of her swollen cock with the tips of her fingers, “Did you enjoy the notes I left for you?”

   “I did.” Anna replied, sinking down into the water and setting her book aside, “They made today so much better.”

   “I’m glad they did.” Elsa replied happily, reaching down into the water, gripping Anna’s penis and slowly beginning to rub up and down, “I positioned every note according to where you go during your daily routine.”

   “That’s seriously so cute.” Anna sighed slowly, watching Elsa rub her penis slowly. Elsa leaned over the side of the tub and pressed her lips to Anna’s. Lifting her hand to place on Elsa’s cheek, Anna slowly sat up and spread her legs a little wider as Elsa continued to tease Anna’s cock.

   As their kiss deepened and Elsa’s tongue prodded for entrance, Anna reached over the side of the tub and tried to lift Elsa inside. The blonde giggled, broke the kiss and said, “Let’s continue this in the bedroom, hmm?”

   Anna nodded, flustered, and Elsa stood, walking to the cupboard to find Anna a towel. Once she grabbed one, she turned around and saw Anna stand up out of the water. The blonde froze in her steps and her mouth dropped open slightly as she admired Anna’s body. The warm water ran down Anna’s breasts, the curve of her middle and dripped off of the end of her erect penis…

   “What?” The redhead asked curiously, “Something wrong?”

   Elsa noticed a heat rushing through her cheeks as Anna lifted a hand to brush the wet hair over one shoulder and fixed her with a loving gaze. The blonde shook her head and walked up to Anna, held out the towel for her and as Anna stepped out of the bath, Elsa watched her move. It wasn’t often that the older woman had a chance to look at her wife without any clothes on, and she was determined to make the most of the occasion.

   “Alright.” Anna said, drying off with the towel, “Let’s go.”

   Elsa snapped to attention, then hurried out the door and jogging to the bedroom with Anna running after her. Elsa excitedly jumped on the bed and opened her arms. Giggling, Anna accepted the hug and wrapped her wife in a tight embrace, placing kisses on her face as the two fell back onto the bed in a heap.

   Anna and Elsa nuzzled each other’s faces happily, placing kisses on each other’s cheeks, noses, and foreheads, happily holding onto each other tightly, not willingly letting go of each other for a moment. Upon breaking their hug, Elsa crawled back on the bed, laid down on the pillows and said, “are we gonna do this thing?”

   Anna chuckled and, reaching down to take her hardened penis in her right hand, crawled up to Elsa and placed the tip of her dick on Elsa’s pussy. Anna rubbed the tip around for the slightest bit of a tease, resulting in Elsa raising an unamused eyebrow at the redhead, growing impatient.

   Anna stared back excitedly, shrugged, then crawled atop Elsa and slid inside. Elsa’s back arched immediately and she let a short, “Ah!” slip out. Anna rested her hand on her lover’s chest and kissed her neck as she thrust in and out at a gentle, even pace. Elsa, already enjoying herself immensely, lifted her legs to place on Anna’s back, and put her hand on the back of Anna’s head, running her fingers through her hair.

   “Oh Anna!” Elsa breathed beginning to loose herself in pleasure, “Anna, I love you!”

   Anna, lifting her head from sucking on Elsa’s neck whispered into her ear, “I love you too, blondie.”

   Elsa’s giggle turned to a moan as Anna increased her thrusting. The redhead placed both hands on Elsa’s breasts and began to massage, focusing on Elsa’s face. The simple act of watching Elsa’s face as she thrust into her, pleasured Anna ultimately. Anna thought Elsa was the most beautiful woman in the world, and that everything she did was wonderful. Her face, to Anna, was nothing short of perfection. Seeing Elsa make expressions such as her eyes rolling back in her pleasure, her eyebrows furrowing together, her lips parted in a harsh gasp or a moan, made Anna all the more determined to pleasure her wife.

   Between the affectionate, deep, loving gaze Anna was directing at Elsa combined with the mind blowing sensations below, the blonde felt like she was losing her mind. The way Anna moved her hips and rotated a little every once in a while to mix up the motions made Elsa’s head spin. After every sharp thrust there came a sensation that seemed even better than the last. And Anna continued to thrust and slowly rotate every once in a while according to Elsa’s wants.

   Elsa verbally expressed her desires to Anna, and the redhead happily obeyed every request.

   “S-slower!” Elsa gasped and Anna slowed, her cock raring to go faster but the redhead had learned to control herself and had found that making Elsa feel good made her feel good as well, if not better. Anna loved the sound of Elsa’s gentle moaning and awaited her next command.

   “M-move your hips like you w-were a few minutes ago.” Elsa asked softly and Anna stopped altogether and rotated her hips touching Elsa’s face as she cried out, “OH GOD!”

   Feeling the gentle touch of her wife, Elsa’s eyes fluttered open and met two beautiful teal irises that were shining with undying love and affection. Elsa gazed back at Anna, equal smiles of adoration passing between the two…

   Then Anna hit just the right spot and Elsa’s eyes widened and her entire body tensed as she cried out one word: “ANNA!”

   Upon hearing her name, Anna’s entire body shivered in response and she thrust closer to that special spot, holding Elsa’s sides as she went faster.

   “Harder!” Elsa moaned, nearing the edge, “I-I’m so close.”

   Hearing this, Anna felt herself come close to orgasm as well and dug in deeper and deeper still. Just before their moment of release, both women made eye contact and each saw pure unbridled pleasure in each other’s eyes, then Elsa threw her head back as she came and Anna pressed her face into the crook of Elsa’s neck as she came also.

   Anna came as much as she could, digging deep inside of Elsa, letting out a growl as she released as much as she could. Elsa became still and Anna pulled out slowly, looking at Elsa’s dazed expression. The redhead crawled up beside Elsa, who had gone limp, and reached over to pick up her wife bridal style, setting her in her lap and holding her close, nuzzling her face and kissing her lips occasionally.

   “A-anna.” Elsa sighed, coming down from her high.

   “Yes?” Anna replied.

   “I love you so much.” Elsa said adoringly.

   Anna, in reply, kissed her wife and sighed contentedly saying, “I love you too, Elsa. So…much.”

anonymous asked:

“Good morning! I’ve made breakfast, here –” @Smiling-cripple

“Crutchie, you didn’t have to, but thank you!” Darcy rubbed at his eyes. He and Jack had stayed the night again to get out of the cold. He wasn’t expecting anything in return, but this was pretty nice


3 Months Later

A/N: So I hope you’re all fucking happy, you won and I wrote another part. lolll I literally flipped a coin to decide who was gonna get the girl, so don’t hate me for this!! Here’s the link the gift, Let me know what you think!! xx

Part One

“Happy birthday, baby!” Luke exclaims with a huge smile on his face, bouncing up and down on his knees as he crawls over to you on the bed, “Here, this is for you,” He whispers excitedly, handing you a small box wrapped up in flowery paper.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Luke,” You tell him shyly, quickly reaching for the box anyway and ridding it of its wrapping, “Oh my God,” You gasp as your eyes take in the shiny silver necklace.

“Do you like it,” He asks knowingly, scooting a little closer next to you, “I know how you love to read, so I figured you’d like it,” He says, nodding towards the book pendant that had ‘Once Upon a Time’ engraved on it.

“It’s amazing, Luke,” You whisper, leaning in to peck him on the lips, “I love it so much, thank you.”

“Only the best for my girl,” He smiles before pushing himself off the bed and dragging you along with him, “Now c’mon, Mikey and I made breakfast for the birthday girl.”

“Michael’s here,” You ask, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible as you feel your heart start to beat slightly faster, “I thought he was going out of town.”

“I guess he changed his mind,” He shrugs, pushing you into the kitchen first as he yells excitedly behind you, “Birthday girl is in the house!!”

“Stop,” You chuckle bashfully, your eyes meeting Michael’s from across the room, “Morning,” You mouth to him as a small smile forms on your lips at his disheveled morning look.  

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Luke: Luke didn’t break down much, he was a pretty strong person. He always had a smile on his face for his daughter’s sake just because she really was the best thing to happen to him. Today was her birthday, which is also the day his wife died. Luke had kept a smile on his face all day long but now as he tucked his daughter into bed he started to cry.

“Daddy? What’s wrong?” His daughter moved over in her small bed as Luke laid his body down next to her. Her small hands grabbed his face which only made him cry more. She looked just like her fucking mother and Luke couldn’t handle it.

“I just miss your mummy baby. She didn’t even seen you Char and it breaks daddy’s heart.” There wasn’t anything Luke hid from his daughter, they had a close relationship. He was her father after all. The only thing Luke didn’t allow was his daughter to shower with him or watch him get dressed. Sure when she was a baby and a year old her did, because she was a baby and she needed to be cared for and with Luke being a single dad the best thing to do was shower when she did.

“Oh daddy it’s okay.” Her small hands pulled her father down so he was leaning on her small body. His head was in her lap and she started to cry as well. Her father meant the world to her, he was her hero. She always tells her school friends that her daddy is like superman because he comes and rescues her when she’s in danger. Like that time she got stuck in between the couches when she and Uncle Mike were playing. She grabbed a photo from her small princess bedside table and looked at it. “Mummy is always here daddy.”

“What do you mean baby?”

“Nanny gave me this photo of you and mummy.” She gave Luke the photo and he smiled. His wife was pregnant in this, 6 months to be exact and her little bump was the cutest thing ever. “She said when I get sad to look at it, want you to look at it too daddy.” Luke smiled at his blonde haired daughter, his tears fading as he realised his wife was in fact always here. She as in his heart and in his daughter. She’s gone but she hasn’t left her little family.

“How about we go and watch one of mummy’s favourite movies, hmm?” Luke wiped his face before picking up his daughter. “Mummy can watch it too.” He walked with his daughter attached to his hip and the photo frame in his hand to his bedroom where he put on The Jungle Book and the two of them watched, with the photo frame just in front of the tv.

Calum: Elijah had always been a needy child. He always wanted to be held and enjoyed it when the attention was on him. But with Calum being a single dad, it was hard. Calum would have to balance both the needs of his child but also his job and university and it was hard. Right now Calum was trying his hardest not to cry. This is the fourth time his son had gotten out of bed and climbed into Calum’s while he was doing his work. Usually, he wouldn’t mind but Elijah thought it would be funny to continue kicking his father.

“Stop doing that!” Calum’s voice was loud, he very rarely yelled at his son, he didn’t like to yell. Calum was a calm parent and he didn’t want to see his only son upset. He’d realised what he did when Elijah ran out the room crying. Calum heard the bedroom door slam shut before he started to cry. He couldn’t do this. It was so stressful being 22, single, in university and a dad. Calum’s hand grabbed his phone before calling his go-to person, his mother.

“Cal? It’s late.” His mother’s soft voice greeted him after three rings. Calum let out a small cry. “Oh baby, what’s wrong?” Calum enjoyed his mother treating him like a child still, he liked that she came around often and made sure he had enough food, did some of his washing and sometimes even tidied up his house. He was so grateful to have his mother in his life and it broke his heart because as a mumma’s boy, he couldn’t think of living without her. Yet here was Elijah who lived every day without even knowing who his mother was, and Calum was okay with that.

“I just snapped at Eli and I can’t do this anymore mum.” His sobs filled the room before he heard his mother sigh. “It’s so hard mum, why did she leave? I hate living like this. I’m always trying to balance everything out but I can’t anymore.” She listened to her sons rant, her heart breaking as she did.

“Do you want me to come over? I’ll stay the night and then you can sleep in tomorrow morning. I’ll take Eli out tomorrow to the Aquarium while you get everything done? Are you working tomorrow?” Calum didn’t like the idea of anyone but himself raising his son but he really needed help.

“Yes please, it would help me a lot. I work tomorrow night 6 til 10.” Calum worked at a small café that did breakfast, lunch and dinner, he enjoyed his job and the pay was something he really did love.

“Alright, he can stay with me tomorrow night, how does that sound?”

“Great. Thank you. I should go and check on him.” Calum moved his laptop off of his lap along with his books before standing.

“Alright, I’ll see you in half an hour. Love you Cal.” Calum replied with a small “I love you too” before he hung up and walked to his sons room. His heart broke when he saw his son in bed cuddling his little stuffed monkey as he sniffled.


“Go away.” Calum sighed, walking to his son’s bed before getting in next to him. “Don’t want to talk to you.” This made his father laugh, Elijah was just like his mother sometimes, as much as that made him angry, he dealt with it.

“Yeah? Well too bad.” Calum cuddled his son, pressing a kiss to his forehead before letting out a big sigh. “Daddy is really sorry little man, I’m just stressed because of university.”

“Don’t mean you can yell at me.” His son huffed.

“I know and I’m really sorry about that, buddy. You know I love you more than anything. Sometimes it’s hard for daddy, it’s just me and you.” Calum’s son looked at his father.

“I am glad she left.” Calum knew who he was talking about, he had told him everything. “Don’t want to share my daddy with anyone.” Calum laughed loudly, kissing his son’s forehead once more before standing.

“How about you get some sleep okay? It’ll be good for you. You’re going to have a big dad with nanny tomorrow.” Elijah nodded, already half tired anyway before he closed his eyes, making Calum walk out.

Michael: “Cam, come on dude you have school.”

“No, I am sick.” The 6 year old fake coughed from his bed. It was his fifth day back at prep and he didn’t want to go. Michael was getting frustrated, he had to be at work in exactly 20 minutes. He was lucky to even have a job with the way he didn’t go for his son’s birthday’s sake. He couldn’t lose it completely.

“Cameron, you are not sick get up.” Michael was getting angry at this point. He never got angry with his child but he was right now.

“No!” Cameron moved the blanket off his body and stared at his father. “Not going to school! I hate school! I hate you!” Michael could feel his face getting hotter as he got more worked out.

“Yeah? Feeling’s mutual!” Michael stormed out of the room, sitting on the couch before rubbing his face. He just said he hated his son. He really didn’t hate him. He could hear his child crying but he ignored it. Michael was crying as well. He needed a break, everything was getting so hard for him and he just needed his wife with him. He needed her to hold him, he needed to hear her say how much she loved him. Michael needed to feel his wife’s hands all over his body, not in a sexual way. He just missed her touch. He found himself going through his phone, old videos of his wife were still there and he clicked on one.

“Baby.” He heard himself say as he walked into his room. He was carrying a plate of pancakes as he recorded. “Babe I made you breakfast, here you go.” Michael let out a small laugh when the video showed his wife sitting up in bed. Her hair all over the place and the tank top strap was falling down her arm. She was a fucking angel.

“Mikey I’m so tired.” His heart throbbed at the sound of her soft voice.

“Did I keep you up last night? You asked for more.” She gave the camera a glare which made Michael laugh more. He really did miss his wife, he could feel his heart beating faster as he continued to flip through photos and videos. He felt his son sit next to him on the couch, his little eyes watching his father’s movements.

“You miss mummy?” His little voice broke the silence, Michael locked his phone before sitting back against the couch, closing his eyes and thinking.

“Yeah, I miss mummy more and more every day. I’m sorry for what I said, dude. Daddy is just really stressed out.” His son sat on his father’s lap, which made Michael look down at him.

“I am sorry, I don’t hate you daddy. I miss mummy too.” Michael smiled sadly.

“How about we both call in sick and have the day off?” Michael watched his son nod quickly, really happy about having the day off.

Ashton: Having kids was hard, anyone could tell Ashton that. But he always noted how they had a partner to help him, he did not. He also had two girls the same age. It wasn’t that hard but when one would cry, so would the other. It was the exact same now even though they were 5.

“No! That is mine!” He heard Kayla yell from her room.

“No it is not! Daddy bought it for me!” Amelia yelled just as loud, back at her sister. He let out a sigh and walked into Kayla’s pink room where both twins were playing tug-o-war with a Barbie.

“Girls!” He yelled to break up their fighting. “Stop fighting, it’s really not that much trouble to figure out.” He grabbed the Barbie from the girls’ hands. “You both have more toys to play with, this is going in my room until you can figure out how to play nicely.” He watched them both frown before sitting there on the floor in silence, he walked out. He loved having kids, he really did but it was hard and he was exhausted. He needed a break, so he called his mother.

“Can you watch the girls?” He said as soon as she picked up. “I’m so fucking tired mum, I’m falling asleep right now as I speak. I just need a few hours, please.” Ashton’s voice cracked, he didn’t want to cry.

“Of course, I’ll come get them now.” She paused. “You’re gonna be okay Ash. A days break will be good for you. I’m so proud of how much you’ve stepped up. You’re raising those girls just how she would have wanted you too. She’s proud as well.” Ashton hated talking about his wife, it hurt. He should have went to the bank that day.

“I know mum, thank you.” They both exchanged “I love you’s” before hanging up. “Girls, you’re staying at Grandma’s tonight!” He laughed when he heard them both yell out a “yes!” before looking at the photo frame on the wall. His wife stood there, his lips pressed to her cheek as she smiled widely. “I hope I’m making you proud, babe.” He whispered before walking to the living room.