hey guys i made another one

Bucky’s Idea

Hey guys! Here’s another oneshot for you. I wrote this when I was really mad one day and it actually made me feel a whole lot better! Lesson learned, when upset write some Bucky fluff. I hope you guys enjoy, I really like this one. Happy Saturday!

Warnings: angry reader that turns into crazy fluff

Note: The reader has powers similar to Wanda’s, kind of a telekenesis that you’re still learning to use. 

Originally posted by rohgers


Originally posted by sebastianobrien

Steve, Bucky and Sam were in the corner of the gym, filling their water bottles, their foreheads dripping with sweat and their tinted cheeks warm from their workout. Their chests were still rising and falling more rapidly than usual as they joked with each other and set up plans for later that night.

The endorphins running through their systems had them on cloud nine. You, however, felt the opposite.

You hadn’t even bothered to change your clothes before blasting into the gym and hoofing it over to the punching bags that were hanging from the ceiling, waiting for you to take everything out on them.

But Steve got in your way.

“Hey, (Y/N), what-”

“I’ll fix it Steve!” you snapped, making him back off. 

He crawled back over to the corner and took his water bottle from Bucky who had been holding it for him. You didn’t miss Bucky’s wide, slightly fearful eyes.

You pulled your sweatshirt over your head and threw it on the floor, your agitated powers making slide further away than you planned. Left in your leggings and thin tank top, you started throwing punches into the bag in front of you, making it sway back and forth. Even it was afraid of you today.

She did that? Tony’s pissed about that.” Sam whispered. 

“Her powers are linked to her emotions. She’s… having a rough day.” Steve tried to defend you.

“Seems like more than just a rough day. Did you see what she did to that-” Steve stuck out his hand to quiet him, but you had heard Sam’s mumbling.

“You’re next if you don’t shut up, Sam.”

Sam didn’t dare stick around to see if you’d keep your word. But Steve couldn’t leave you like this.

“Hey, why don’t you tell me what’s going on, try to calm down.”

“This is calming me down,” you sneered with a hard punch.

Bucky’s eyes were snapping from you to Steve like he was watching a ping pong match. 

“Come on, (Y/N),” Steve continued.

“I’m fine, leave me alone.”

“At least wrap your hands.”

“I don’t need it, Steve.”

“Yes you do, here.”

I don’t need it!” You wailed and sent the punch bag across the room, ripping it off its hook with your powers.

Steve stared at the bag in complete astonishment. He’d never seen you use your powers for anything destructive, and he had definitely never seen you yell at anyone. Exasperated, he finally gave up. He stalked out of the room with his hands surrendered in the air with a sharp “Fine.”

You moved to another bag a few feet away and started hitting into it, ignoring the sting on your knuckles from the harsh fabric. You were so engrossed in your abuse, you didn’t notice Bucky quietly standing next to you. After a particularly hard hit, you returned your wrists to your home position in front of your face. You jumped in surprise when he grabbed your right forearm and started folding the black, cotton wrap around your hands. 

“By the time you’re done, your knuckles will be raw,” he mumbled.

Within seconds, he was done and walking out of the gym. A pang of guilt ravaged your gut, you had never snapped at the guys before. You decided to ignore your sinking stomach and continue taking your anger out on the bag, you would apologize later. 

You carried on until you could hardly lift your arms, thankful for the wrap around your knuckles. You couldn’t imagine what your hands would look like if Bucky hadn’t helped you. 

The thought made you smile. You and Bucky weren’t very close, but you still work together, counted on each other out in the field. Though you would never say it out loud, you knew he could read you like a book. The one thing you and him had in common was your stubborn attitude, and he knew how to handle you like no one else on the team did.

Your rambling brain stopped as soon as you jumped in the shower. The hot water soothed your muscles and ran down your skin, leaving streaks in its path. You concentrated on the steam rising in the shower stall and fogging up the glass instead of replaying your awful day in your mind, which you had a habit of doing. 

You stood under the water until it ran cold, and only then did you shut it off and change into your favorite pair of pajamas. They were soft and cozy, the shirt was light and the pants long enough to cover your toes.

As you were running a comb through your tangled, damp hair, your stomach rumbled, begging for some kind of dinner. You sighed, knowing that the guys would be downstairs and this was your chance to apologize for being so rude and downright mean to them in the gym.

The elevator led you to the kitchen and before the doors even opened you smelled the scent of delicious pizza. Your mouth began to water and your tummy growled in anticipation.

You walked into the room and received a loud greeting from the guys who were sprawled out on the couches in front of the television. 

“Hey! There she is!”

“We have pizza!”

“And movies. All the ones you like.”

Sam’s body was taking up the entire couch, his feet hanging off the arm rest and his arms held high in the air. Bucky was sitting in the lounge chair next to him, grinning brightly at you, and Steve got up from the chair across the way and started walking over to you.

“What? What is this?” you couldn’t hide your excitement or your astonishment.

“We’re having a movie night. Only if you want to though.” Steve slung his arm around you and walked you over to the kitchen counter holding boxes of your favorite pizza. 

“We wanted to apologize for being up your butt today at the gym. We just hate seeing our little ray of sunshine upset.” He mussed your damp hair and you scoffed at his teasing. 

Steve, not knowing his own strength, pulled you into a one arm hug that resulted in your head being pushed into his arm pit. As you pushed him away, you felt the sting in your arms from your workout earlier. When your giggles ceased, you became much more serious.

“I’m the one who needs to apologize. I was downright mean today and-”

“(Y/N), shut up and eat your pizza!” Sam yelled from the couch, interrupting you.

Steve handed you a plate from the cupboard. You took it with a smile and sighed. “Okay, okay.” 

You caught Steve before he made to return to his spot in front of the television. “Steve, uh, thanks,” you said quietly. A movie night was just what you needed. 

“Oh, it wasn’t me. This was Bucky’s idea,” he said to you and then turned away and plopped down on the couch, leaving you with a gaping jaw. You caught your pizza slice before it fell on the floor and took a bite, your eyes still wide in surprise.

While Sam was starting up your favorite movie you inhaled your first piece of pizza and hurried to grab another and make it to the couch before the credits started. The familiar music made your heart swell, as did being surrounded by your friends. They were pretty special, you decided.

As the movie went on and the warmth from the pizza fizzed away, you began to feel the chill that was almost always in the tower. You regretted only wearing a thin t-shirt when you felt how cold your skin was. 

Luckily, hanging on the arm rest next to you was a familiar looking dark green hoodie. “Hey, Steve, do you mind if I throw this on?” you whispered, earning a scowl from Sam who always hated when someone interrupted his Disney movies.

“Not mine,” he mouthed. Then he pointed to Bucky, telling you it was his.

Your head snapped to the right to find Bucky already looking at you. You weren’t sure how he would feel about you borrowing his clothes, so you stood up and whispered, “I’ll just go get one of mine, be right ba-”

“No, no, just wear mine. It’s okay.” Bucky stuck his hand out to stop you from going anywhere. He grinned and nodded again to tell you he was sure.

You smiled in thanks and plopped down on the couch again, slipping your arms into the over sized sleeves and plunging your head through the hood. You wanted to stay inside, it smelled so good. It didn’t smell like cologne or anything you were familiar with. It just smelled like Bucky, not that you noticed he had a distinct smell before you buried yourself in his sweatshirt. But now that you did, you never wanted to smell anything else. You could even go without the smell of delicious pizza if you could always have the scent of old timey soap and after shave ghosting through your senses. 

However, you tried to be a normal human and when you emerged from the hoodie, you pulled your hair out of the neck and snuggled into the extra fabric that was wrapped around you. You hoped Bucky didn’t noticed how you pulled the sleeves over your hands and brought them up to your face so every inhale was laced with his scent. 

Two movies later, the gang admitted their sleepiness. Sam turned off the TV and you offered to put the pizza away and clean up the kitchen. It was the least you could do, this whole shindig was for you, after all. 

You started putting leftover pizza into plastic baggies as you said goodnight to the guys. Sam ruffled your hair and Steve smoothed your locks back down and kissed your forehead before they both headed upstairs.

You piled the empty boxes on the counter and turned to shut the light off before you finished wiping off the counter. When you turned back, the boxes were gone and Bucky was standing there, sponge in hand. His dark figure made you jump out of your skin and squeal softly. 

“Jeez, Buck, you startled me. I didn’t know you were still down here,” you said with a hand covering your thundering chest. 

“Well, I couldn’t just let you clean all this up by yourself,” he said softly, rinsing off the dirty sponge and setting it on the side of the sink.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound in the room was the buzz of the refrigerator. Your nervous habit of tucking your hair behind your ear struck again, but it made you notice the thick green material covering your fingers.

“Oh, here, thanks for this,” you said as you started taking off his sweatshirt. 

“No, it’s okay, keep it for now, it’s chilly in here. You can give it to me tomorrow,” he rambled.

“Okay. It is really warm, I might just steal it.” You winked.

“It looks good on ya, brings out your pretty eyes.” His surge of confidence quickly melted away as he cleared his throat and continued to babble. “Uh, it’s from the army. That’s why it’s so warm, they don’t make stuff like that anymore.”

You giggled and then hummed in agreement. You looked down at your hands and wrung them together, the sting from the punching bag reminding you about the guilt you still felt from this morning.

“I’m sorry I was such a jerk today. Um, thanks for…” you lifted your sleeve covered hand, “helping me.”

“Hey, we all have our days,” he said, taking your raised hand in his and rolling up the sleeve, showing your red knuckles. His brow furrowed in concern as he gently ran his fingers over the red marks. He shook his head and breathed a laugh out his nose. “You’re stubborn as all hell, ya know that?”

Your eyes lifted from your hands to his smirk. “I’ve been told once or twice.”

He chuckled softly and you thought of what you could say to make him laugh again. It was a wonderful sound. 

He covered your hand with the sleeve and returned it to your side. “Better lay off the punching bags for a few days.”

“Yes, Sergeant.” You said. He chuckled again and the sound made your chest swell.

You knew the conversation was over, but you didn’t want to leave him just yet. You leaned against the kitchen counter and played with your hair once again trying to find the right words to say.

“Steve told me this was your idea,” you said, implying the movie night.

“Punk,” he interjected, making you giggle. 

“Thanks.” You said simply. 

“Ya know, Steve calls you our ‘ray of sunshine,’” he mocked. “But it’s true. We just hate to see you upset. I hate to see you upset.” He admitted quietly.

What came out of his mouth was not what you expected. You didn’t know what to say. So you rose to your toes, placed a hand on his chest and kissed him quickly on the cheek before saying “Goodnight, Bucky,” and turning away.

You took two steps and you were about to enter the hallway when a hand wrapped around your wrist, turned you around, and pulled you into Bucky’s strong body. His lips quickly latched onto yours in a gentle kiss.

His hands cupped both sides of your face while yours settled on his waist. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss and wrapped your arms around him and tugged on the back of his shirt. His fingers pushed through your hair and held your locks at the back of your head. 

If you thought his scent was sweet when you pulled on his sweatshirt, now it was overwhelming. He swam around you and you happily drowned, never wanting to come up for air because it would mean being away from him.

His tongue begged for entrance and you eagerly allowed it, humming happily as it danced with yours and allowed you to taste even more of him. Your brain convinced you if you didn’t touch every inch of him, you’d combust, so you complied. Your fingertips came around from his back and up his chest, pushing his to land on your hips. As your hands wrapped around his neck and tangled in the hair there, his lifted the sweatshirt just enough for his fingertips to land on your skin and leave flames behind.

It felt like years passed, but you wouldn’t mind spending your entire life in his position. Everything he did was so gentle, you’d never felt anything like it. It was addicting. Now that you had a taste of him, you never wanted to let go, and from the way his body was glued to yours, you knew he felt the same way.

You finally pulled away but only far enough to grab a breath. He rested his forehead on yours and held you tightly around your waist.

“If I knew you were going to kiss me back like that I would have done it ages ago.”

You breathed out a laugh and pulled back and looked into his clear blue eyes. Even in the dark they sparkled.

“Well, now you know,” you laughed, running your hand through his hair and trying to memorize the way the his lips curled into that bright toothy smile. You’d never seen him smile like that.  

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10

It’s love. We first met when we were 15. It took another 15 years for us to sort it out. She’s an incredible woman, very special. So the fact that she said yes was a huge deal. I was in a boys’ school and she was in a girls’ school. They were doing a charity fashion show. They brought some guys over. I will never forget I was this pasty boy with freckles. I had to walk topless in the show for this school of girls. As I walked off the stage, the entire school erupted [in applause because] the best-looking guy in the school walked on. It was a very scarring moment. But afterward at the party, I saw Hannah across the room. She was very beautiful, kind and very funny. [I learned that] we had similar interests, that she loved the arts, theater…all the things that were important to me. When Hannah and I finally got together years later, I had finished rehearsing ‘Les Miserables’ and was about to start shooting it. I had four days off, I was going to Florence by myself—slightly sad. Hannah and I went on a date just before I was to leave. We had known each other for a long time, but not closely. I was like. ‘We had a wonderful evening. You wouldn’t want to go to Florence next week, would you?’ She was like. ‘That’s absurd.’ I was like, ‘No, no, no.’ She said, ‘You don’t mean that.’ I was like, ‘I do.’ The next morning, I sent my easyJet booking form to her. She let me stew for a few hours, and then she sent back her easyJet booking form. So our first proper date was in Florence, and that felt quite crazy.

BTS Reacts to You Being a Trainee and Debuting

Hey guys! Here’s another one of the requests I received. Inbox me any requests that you have so I can know what you guys wanna see!

Request:

     Anonymous:  Big Bang and BtS reacts to their S/O becoming a trainee or debuting.

So, I decided that this would be easiest if I made it more general. I wrote this in a the ways that I thought they would look out for you throughout the experience because we all know that that’s part of what we would look for in this kind of thing. 


1. Jin

     Jin would be super careful about your relationship. Since BTS has so many fans, he would keep your relationship quiet to avoid any retaliation on your career. That being said, he would be really proud of you. He strikes me as the type to brag to the guys about how good you are. He would have a big smile on his face anytime he gets to see you perform. He would also look after you and make sure that you are taking care of yourself.

2. Suga

     Suga would want you to go after whatever dream you have and not worry about what anyone else says. He would be your rock whenever you felt like you couldn’t do it or got discouraged. He would also be a strong advocate for working hard, but he wouldn’t want you to work the kinds of hours that he does. He wouldn’t stop you if you did though. He may not express it often, but he would be extremely proud of you.

3. J-Hope

      J-Hope would have a hard time keeping your relationship quiet. He would want to publicly boast about your talent. He would be your biggest fan, always showing videos of your performing on practicing to the guys. He would want to see what you were working on and would offer to help you, but he would also keep an eye on you. He’s the closest person to the mother figure after Jin, so he would always make sure that you are taking care of yourself.

4. Rap Monster

      Rapmon would constantly encourage you. He would want you to hold strong to your goals and not to let anyone else discourage you. He would help you with any training you needed help with any training you needed help with, or find someone who could. He would always be sure to make sure that you knew how talented you were and how proud he was of you. He would want to make sure that you didn’t get too stressed or overworked.

5. Jimin (Fluffy Jimin gif, ahhh!!!!)

     As we all know, Jimin can have some problems with keeping a positive self image. Because of this, he would always make sure to tell you how talented he thinks you are. He wouldn’t want anyone bashing because you were dating him, so like Jin, he would do his best to keep your relationship quiet. He would want you to do your best because he would want the world to see how talented his Jagi is. 

6. V

     V would be over the moon. He would be constantly boasting to the guys about how proud he is. He would take any opportunity he could to see you perform or rehearse. He would always make sure you weren’t too stressed and that you knew when to relax. He was also your good luck charm whenever you were nervous.You could call him or text him and he would calm you down with his words or silly selcas to make you laugh. He would have the hardest time keeping your relationship quiet.

7. Jungkook 

     Jungkook would always make sure you were confident in what you were doing. Since he is the Golden Maknae, he would help with any part of your performance you were unsure of. He wouldn’t be able to tell you how proud he is very often, since he’s kind of an awkward bean. He also wouldn’t show off to the guys, since he didn’t want to get teased. He would always send you selcas and memes during the day to try and help you relax or smile during the day.


I hope you enjoyed!! Inbox me any requests you have!!

Imagine finding out you’re pregnant and not wanting to tell Sonny

(A/N: Hey @itsallraultome bet you didn’t think I’d give you a crossover double bill. ;). I made this imagine super long for you guys (pretty sure it’s the longest) mostly because my results day is on Thursday and I’ll either want to celebrate or drown in misery. I’ll try to put up another tomorrow to tide you guys over but this one is long just in case I can’t. So if their isn’t one tomorrow. Except the next to be up on Friday or Saturday. It’s the part two to one of your guy’ and mines favourite. So stay tuned. Hope you enjoy this!)

Imagine finding out you’re pregnant and not wanting to tell Sonny

“Are you okay?” Sonny asked waiting for you outside the bathroom door after you swung it open.

He was standing their shirtless with blue pyjama pants and his hair was a mess. Not that you looked any better. Your hair was thrown up in messy ponytail, you were wearing a tank top and shorts. Your face red and puffy due to all the vomiting.

“Not really.” you muttered bitterly as a sharp pain hit your stomach again.

You steadied yourself on the doorframe, leaning forward to control the pain, psychically wincing.

“Do you think it was something you ate?” he asked putting a comforting hand on shoulder.

“I’d bet on it.” you chuckled harshly.

“What was it?” He inquired.

“What do you think?” you asked 


“I told you not to eat it. I warned you.” Sonny reminded.

“Well what was supposed to eat? It was the only thing we had because somebody didn’t go get the groceries even though it was their turn.” you reminded annoyed.

“When was suppose to get them? I worked the same hours you did.” Sonny argued.

“I don’t know. You should have figured it out.” you countered.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. I’m not going to argue with you while your sick.” he sighed cutting the disagreement short.

“You sure? You might actually have a chance of winning.” you mentioned.

“No, come on. Let’s go back to bed. You need to relax, get some rest.” he ordered/suggested as he began guiding you back to bed.

“No,” you said pushing him away, “I’m going to go sleep in the guest room.”

“Why?” he asked surprised.

“Because I’m in pain and cranky. And when I’m like this it is extremely possible just to get back at you. Next time I need to throw up. It will be on you.” you warned

“Are you mad at me?” he asked cautiously.

“No, like I said. I’m going to sleep in the other so both of us can get a good nights sleep. If anything I’m proving how much I like you by doing this.” you joked sarcastically.

“Okay then, I’ll miss you though.” he whined.

“Not like this you won’t.” you informed.

“You’d be surprised what I can tolerate when it comes to you. I love you.” Sonny joked wrapping his arms around.

“I love you too.” you sighed into his chest.

He leaned down to kiss you but you stopped him by putting your palm on his bare chest gently.

“I have vomit breath.” you warned giving him a funny look.

“I don’t care.” he smiled moving your arm and kissing you anyway, “Come on I’ll help you to your room.”

“You are not staying.” you warned as you began walking out your room into the hallway.

“You said that on our first date. Didn’t work out too well, did it?” he reminded with a cheeky grin.

“Whatever. Wake me up for work, okay?” you asked.


“You’re going to work tomorrow?” he responded surprised.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I’m already starting to feel slightly better.”

“Alright then, night. Try to get some sleep, okay?” he agreed though you could tell he was skeptical.

“I’ll try not to be too loud when I rush to the bathroom.” you winked understanding what he was suggesting.

“It’s all I ask.” he smiled.

You kissed his cheek before going into the guest-room. You flopped onto the bed and closed your eyes in an attempt to soothe the headache.

You met Sonny four years ago and you’d been dating for three and a half. It was funny, really. You never expected you would ever go out with him, let alone fall in love with him, when you first met him. You became his partner after you transferred to Manhattan SVU from Brooklyn Vice.

Inherently, being a Reagan meant that not everyone on the force liked you. They thought you were only here because of your last name. It got even worse after you became a Detective. At the time you transferred you were used, when you got a new partner, that they would either immediately not like you or be overly nice to you because they wanted you to put a good word in for them.

When you were first introduced to Sonny, you assumed he was the latter. You put him through the ringer, setting up precautionary tests, Danny had suggested them, to see how he’d react. Clearly, he passed. He didn’t care. All he cared about was how good at the job you were, how you treated people and trusting that you had his back.

After the initial awkwardness, you both became fast friends. He wasn’t like anyone else you’d met. Especially, cop-wise. He was sensitive and emotional cop while you’d grown up with tough and abrasive cops, take Danny as an example. You were a mixture of the two. You liked to be sarcastic and distant yourself emotionally from the cases you delay with but you occasionally you’d sensitivity and emotion. Sonny could also get angry at times.

Sonny always came in with a smile on his face. He could light up the room with it. Your desks were opposite each other so you always saw it. You had always liked Sonny, bar that first day, when you started to like him more than just in a partner sense, who don’t know. Maybe the late nights at the office or those all night stakeouts.Maybe it’s because. He actually took an interest in you. Y/N Reagan and not Y/N Reagan. You shared of love over your siblings children and food. Soon you knew almost everything about each other. He knew things about you that even your family didn’t know.

He’s the only person you ever talked about Joe as well. Unlike the rest of your family who had talked to each other. You hadn’t talk to anyone else about him except Sonny.

You kept your crush over the six months you knew each other but weren’t dating a secret. You never could have imagined Sonny falling for someone like you. You were good as friend but you didn’t think you were the type of girl he’d bring home to his parents.

Though they did like you. He’d invited you round as a guest once to Carisi family dinner. It was strange being at a non Reagan family dinner. It was light-hearted and fun. The sorts of conversations you usually had family dinner were banned.

His mother was actually the first one to mention that he had a crush on you from his side. On your side Jamie mentioned it first. Stating that if you could only see the way he looks at you. You were good at hiding your emotions.  Erin was the first person to guess you liked him. It was after you ran into each other at the courthouse and introduced them. She teased you about it to no end but she didn’t mention it to anyone else in the family, except Linda, who came down to your precinct, just to check him out.

You admitted you liked each other after a hostage situation where Sonny was taken. Quite a dramatic start to your relationship but in a weird way you both needed it. It was sort of a jumpstart that you both needed to confess your feelings for each other. You’d expect such a dramatic start would lead to a dramatic relationship but it really didn’t. Both you and Sonny were Detectives. No day at work was like the other. Everyday was different, dynamic, dangerous. So you both enjoyed your home lives and its simplicity.

Work was chaos while home was routine. You and Sonny had a routine that you’d cultivated over your three and half years. Though it really started when you moved in together two years ago. You worked all week, with Carisi family dinner on Thursday and whatever day Reagan dinner which varied week to week but usually on a Sunday. Saturday mornings you’d go to ballet recitals when they were on for Sonny’s nieces and on Sunday mornings you went to Sean and Jack’s game. You also had date-night every fortnight.

Your lives were chaotic and so were both your families. You both appreciated the simplicity of your little world.

The next morning you woken up Sonny gently shaking you.

“What?” you grumbled into your pillow, flipping over dramatically.

“I’ll take that as you still don’t feel better.” he asked leaning over and rubbing your back.

You nodded your head, flipping back over gently this time because you began to feel queasy.

“I figured, you seemed too sick last night for it just to be food poising.” Sonny admitted.

“What do you thinks wrong with me then Dr Carisi?” you tried to smile.

“Stomach flu, probably. Fin had a few weeks ago.” Sonny diagnosed.

“Remind me to kill him.” you muttered.

You looked at Sonny and you had noticed he was dressed for work. You looked at the time to see it was 8:00am, two hours after you usually wake up.

“Why didn’t you wake me? We’re going to be late!” you asked panicked, sitting up fast, too fast.

You rushed to the bathroom again and as you came out he was waiting for you again.

“That’s why.” he pointed out.

“So you’re going to work and I’m just staying here?” you asked sadly sitting heavily back onto the bed.

“Of course not. I’m not leaving you alone like this. I called your Grandpa and you’re going to stay with for today and I’ll pick you up after work. I called Liv and told her you’re not coming in today and I also called your doctor. You’ve got an appointment at 2:30.” he explained.

“If I ever break up with you it’s because you’re too perfect.” you commented in fake bitterness.

“Hmm.” he smiled leaning down to kiss you.

“Alright then, let me get my bag.” you said standing up slowly.

“Done.” he smiled pointing to the bag by the door.

“I’m this close.” you gestured with your fingers.

“Whatever.” he smiled shaking his head and walking towards the door and picking up your bag, “Come on let’s go. I let you sleep in so you can changed and ready at Grandpa’s.”

“Got it.” you said slipping on your slippers on and walking to him.

He wrapped a comforting arm around you and lead you to the car. The journey was filled with Sonny asking you were okay and you failing to reassure him as it felt like your insides were fighting each other to death and your head felt like it was going to explode.

When you finally got to your Grandpa’s he’d made a little set up for you right by the TV. You and your Grandpa had force Sonny to leave because he almost change his mind. Your Grandpa had cancelled all his plans to spend the day with you and take you to your doctors appointment. Though he spent the first hour you were hour you were there after Sonny, left praising him and how well he took care of you.

Your family loved Sonny. Sometimes, you fear more than you. They had accepted him with open arms well after the initial interrogations. He could talk shop with Dad and Danny. Law with Jamie and Erin. He loved the boys like he did his own nieces. He liked playing chess with Grandpa. And he didn’t mind when Nicky came over for monthly sleepovers. He fit perfectly into your family unit. As much you had his.

“Here you go.” Your Grandpa said standing behind the couch which you were lying on handing you a tray with infamous sick Reagan special.

Grilled cheese with tomato soup.

“Ugh.” you whined as you sat up, your insides still shaky but you were starving.

You began snacking hastily on the food you were so distracted that you didn’t notice your Grandfather watching you with a suspicious eye.

“You know, Jamie always used to have the stomach flu when he was a kid.” you Grandpa mentioned coming round and siting on the couch adjacent.

“A huh.’ you nodded your mouth full of food.

“So, obviously I know the symptoms of it quite well.” he continued.

“Mmm.” you prompted curious as to what he was getting at.

“Well you’ve got the nausea and stomach cramps but you don’t have the fever or muscle or joint pain.” he continued further.

“So you don’t think you I have the stomach flu?” you asked before taking another.

“Well it’s a possibility,” he started, “ but I think it’s more likely that your pregnant.”

You suddenly choked on your grilled cheese. You began coughing violently at the thought and because you had food lodged in your throat. He quickly handed you water. You stalled it hard. Contemplating the thought. You, pregnant? No. You probably heard him wrong.

“You think I’m what?” you asked hoping for a different answer.

“Pregnant,” he repeated with a big smile on his face, “You’re acting like every other Reagan woman. When your Grandmother was pregnant with your Father. She was like you. Sick, spent all day in bed, throwing up but could eat like a horse because she was constantly hungry.”

“I don’t think so Grandpa.” you chuckled nervously, “I mean we aren’t trying or anything and we’re careful.”

“These things have a way of happening.” he reminded whimsically.

“Nah. I don’t think so.” you denied once again.

“Well we’ll see.You’ve doctors appointment, in an hour. They’ll prove which one of us is right. “ you informed, “You also need to get ready for said appointment.”

You watched him as went back into the kitchen. You continued to eat but the suggestion stayed with you. You couldn’t stop thinking about it.

You, pregnant? No. You couldn’t be.

You and Sonny had, of course discussed kids, along with marriage and what you wanted out of life. You started discussing it after a random soccer game of Jack’s.  It’s funny really. When your discussing how many kids you want you don’t actually feel the weight of that decision. That car-ride you’d also made him agree that you wouldn’t try for kids until after your fifth anniversary. Which, right now was a year and half away. At the time who had the conversation about two years ago now.  Sonny was driving you both home after the game.

“What sports do you think our kids are going to play?” Sonny asked suddenly, keeping his eyes on the road.

“What?” you asked not hearing him at first.

“What sports will our kids play?” he repeated, turning to look at you momentarily, “You know on Saturday morning.”

“Well, I played soccer and softball when I was a kid. And as Jack just demonstrated, we Reagans, are pretty good at it. So soccer is a must. What about you?” you informed.

“Basketball.” he admitted.

“Really?” you asked surprised.

“Yeah, was pretty good at it too.” he smiled.

“Is that because you’re…” you went to ask but stopped.

“Tall.” he answered for you, “I’d love if my kid played basketball like I did. So it doesn’t leave mush room for soccer.”

“Well you said it. Either-way don’t we think we should let them decide. Maybe one will play soccer and the other basketball.” you suggested.

“So we need to have least two kids.” Sonny inferred.

“At least?” you questioned.

“Well yeah.” he assured.

“I’m sorry. How many kids do you want, exactly?” you asked leaning back in your seat.

“You want have this conversation now?” he asked.

“Why not? We’ve got time and we have been dating for soon to be two years and we have’t ever had the conversation.” you reminded.

“Well, alright go ahead.” Sonny agreed.

“We should do this properly. Do you want kids?” you inquired already knowing the answer.

“You already know the answer to that.” Sonny pointed.

“Humor me.” you chuckled.

“Yes, I do. I want kids. I always have. Ever since I was kid.” he responded a massive smile on his face.

“I do too. How many do you want?” you asked once again.

“Five.” he stated.

“Five?” you questioned in shock.

“Yeah, don’t you?” Sonny questioned back equally as shocked.

“I want kids but not that many.” you explained.

“Really? I thought you would.” he suggested confused.

“Why would you think that?” you questioned equally as confused.

“Well we both come from big families. You’re the youngest of five and I’m one in four. We know how much fun is to have loads of siblings.” he explained.

“Yeah, I come from a big family which is why I don’t want one of my own.” you countered.

“Come on. You don’t like coming from a big family?” he questioned skeptical.

“No, I love being from a big family that doesn’t mean it’s perfect. One kids always get forgotten.” you argued.

“I hardly, think you were forgotten.” Sonny said.

“I wasn’t talking about me,” you corrected, “I was referring to Jamie. If we have five kids what will happen to our Jamie?”

“So is that a no go. On the five kids?” he asked cautiously.

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” you sighed.
“Don’t be. I understand. I can compromise at four.” he sighed all-knowingly.

“Four?” you questioned.

“What’s wrong with four?” he complained.

“I don’t want four.” you argued chuckling slight at him.

“Well how many do you want?” he asked exasperated slightly

“Three.” you stated.

“Three?” he repeated in voice as if he found it the most confusing thing in the world.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with three?” you questioned smirking.

“What isn’t wrong with three?” he responded.

“You’re going to have to explain it to me.” you ordered chuckling.

“Have I ever told you about my irrational fear of the odd numbers.” he suggested suddenly and on the spot.

“No, you’ve never mentioned it.” you smirked playing along.

“Well, it’s bad. I scream, cry, the works. It get’s really bad. You ca ask Ma.” Sonny fabricated further.

“I will.” you smirked.

“On second thoughts. You shouldn’t it will remind her of really bad time.” he countered.

“Well, okay. I’ll give up my dream and we can have two, instead. If it is that big of a problem.” you sighed jokingly watching him out the corner of his eye.

“Or we could go up to four.” he suggested.

“No, we shouldn’t risk all that screaming and crying at three.” you dragged out.

“You know what three is, good. It’s fine. It’s great in fact.” he retracted.

“You sure?” you questioned jokingly.

“Yeah,” he reassured, “I’m cured.”

“Alright then,” you smiled, “Three it is.”

“When do you want to have them?” Sonny asked.

“Maybe four or five years from now. I want to enjoy being a couple and experience life a bit more. You know?” you responded.

“Okay.” he agreed immediately.

“You okay with that?” you asked cautiously.

“I’m fine with it. I understand what your getting at. You want to enjoy it being just me and you for a bit more. I feel the same way. And anyway, I want it to be your decision for when decide to try. Before the baby is born, women do the majority of the work. So, I’m will be ready when you are.” Sonny explained.
“Five years it is.” you repeated, “It’s a good thing, really. Gives you time to propose.”

You were dead set on not becoming a mother anytime soon, then. And it wasn’t because you didn’t like kids. You loved kids as much as Sonny. It’ s what started your bond. You became an Aunt for the first time when you were twelve years old. You’d been an Aunt for the majority of your life.  You were the fun Aunt, the cool Aunt, the one they could go to if they needed anything. Sean, Jack and Nicky were three of the most important people in your life. Sonny, adored his nieces as much as you did yours and your nephews. You’d also loved his nieces and him vice versa with your lot.

Sonny, definitely wanted to be Dad. Sooner rather than later, in fact. You, on the the other hand were a bit weary. You’d always wanted to become a Mom one day but that didn’t mean you thought you’d be good at it. In fact you feared you’d be a train-wreck. You weren’t instantly good with kids, like Sonny. You took time. You had to get to know them, talk to them spend time with them. You had that time becoming an Aunt because you didn’t have to spend everyday with them.

Being a mom meant you would have to spend everyday with them. You feared that you wouldn’t feel that instant overwhelming feeling of love, that Erin, Linda and even your Mom talked about. Sonny was a natural father but you were hardly a natural mother.

You kept on thinking about it as your grandfather drove you to the doctors. When you were called in, he stayed outside. You did the typical, how are you feeling, how much you drinking, how much excretes you do. The normal stuff and the personal stuff.

“So, stomach flu?” your doctor asked.

“Well I think so.” you admitted lifting up your shirt so she could feel it.

“Does that hurt?” she asked pressing where your stomach was.

“No.” you said.

“Hmm.” she noted, “You don’t have any fever either.”

“And…” you prompted.

“And…I’m just going run a quick test. You stay right here.” she smiled before walking out the room.

It was about five minutes before she came back. You hadn’t mentioned the whole ‘pregnancy’ suggestion because you had decided it wasn’t possible.

“Well, it’s not the stomach flu.” your doctor singsonged as she came back into the room.

“Then what’s wrong with me?” you asked sitting up.

“Well that depends on how you take the news.” she said coming to sit down in her chair in front of you.

You watched her suspiciously, “Am I dying. Is my life about to end.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. What I meant was that it’s good news if you’re ready. Either-way it;s hardly life ending more like life changing.” she explained after laughing at your over-dramatics.  

You suddenly realised what she was getting at, “I’m pregnant aren’t I?”

“About two to three weeks.” she nodded.

“Are you sure?” you asked not believing her.

“Pretty sure. Not only from the test but you’ve got all the signs. The sickness, headaches, nausea and changes in appetite. Though I can understand why you thought it was stomach flu.” the doctor explained.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t just sick in the morning. I’ve sick all last night and the whole of today.” you tired to argue.

“Well it’s called morning sickness but it can happen at any time.” she refuted.

“Alright, but is it supposed to be this bad, is it?” you asked sighing looking back on how sick you’d been.

“Well, it changes from woman to woman but if you’d like I can prescribe you something, safe, that will stop it for the most part.” she offered.

“Yes, please.” you responded, taking a deep breath.

As she went. She began to breath heavily and instinctively put your hand to your stomach. You were pregnant. And all you could think of in that moment was, your Grandpa was right. Damn. You were happy, you were just processing. A part of you wanted to scream and the other cry.

“Here you go.” she smiled as she handed you the prescription, snapping you back to reality.

“Thank you.” you choked out, standing up, grabbing your things and heading for the door.

“Congratulations.” she said as you opened the door.

“Thank you.” you smiled as you left the room.

As you walked out, you went back to the waiting room. Your grandpa was sitting waiting, getting up when he caught sight of you.

“Well?” he asked expectingly.  

Expecting to be right. You wanted to tell him but it would only be fair, to tell Sonny first.

“Stomach flu.” you lied.

“Dammit, I was convinced I was right.” Your grandpa sighed, shaking his head.

“Nobody is always right, unless you’re me.” you joked putting your arms around him as you headed out.

“I was sort excited for another great grand baby.” he sighed.

“Why don’t you badger Erin, about it?” you suggested jokingly.

“I’ll have more luck with you.” he retorted.

After that you went to the car and went home. You stayed quiet about the whole thing. But as the hours passed you kept finding yourself looking at your stomach or rubbing it instinctually. You just couldn’t believe that their was something inside of you that wasn’t technically you. An alien, parasite, foetus, baby. You were pregnant. Having a baby. You and Sonny. Sonny, did this to you. You wanted to be alone and process everything but you couldn’t slip away.

People, just kept coming over. To check up on you and to see Grandpa. Making it harder, for you to be alone. You thought about how you were going to tell them. They’d be so excited but not nearly as excited as Sonny. Who was being held up at work. You were getting impatient. You wanted him to get here, so you could go home and tell him.

When, he finally arrived. You were anxious, so anxious that you didn’t actually hear him come in.

“Hey.” he greeted from behind placing his hands on his shoulders while you sat on the couch.

“Hey,” you returned after jumping and instinctively grabbing his hands in defence.

“You okay?” he asked as you span around and hugged him from over the edge of the sofa.

You pulled away and looked up at him. He was looking down at you. In that moment you felt the weight of the situation of you were in. It wasn’t just the next nine months of your lives. It was the whole rest of your lives.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you said awestruck.

“So, you’re feeling better?” he inquired trying to ensure you were actually okay.

“Yeah, medicine kicked in. Feeling good.” you lied with a big smile.

“So it was stomach flu?” He asked holding you by the was it.

“Yeah,” you lied again before resting your head on his chest as he kissed the top of your head.

The medicine did actually work. You took another day of work, but by the next afternoon. You were yourself again, health wise. Everything else was still adjusting. Your head especially. Like you said before you just wanted to be alone for a while. Clear your head, think things through. Decide on things, like how and when you should tell Sonny.

But your job made it hard. Being partners was usually a great thing. Who wouldn’t want to spend all their time with their best friend slash boyfriend. No one. This week in particular made it hard too. It was busy work wise especially after being off for two days. Personally, it was busy. it was Sean’s birthday and Sonny’s sister Bella’s. You were with Sonny all week but you were never alone along enough to actually talk. And you didn’t have any alone time, which you promised to give yourself before telling him anything.

The reality was weighing hard on you. You were so constantly consumed with your thoughts that you were constantly distracted and you one that Sonny had noticed. He was one that had to constantly bring you back to reality. You could tell be was worried about you but you were too distracted and anxious to even focus long enough. You can’t even imagine what Sonny thought was wrong with you.

It was five days after you found out when you finally broke. It was early in the morning, about 4:00am and you couldn’t sleep. You hadn’t slept all week. You’d spent an hour staring up at the ceiling. Just staring. The clock was ticking and Sonny was breathing beside you. You had a hand on your stomach. You were so confused that you didn’t even know what you were feeling. You turned and looked at the face of the man you loved. The man who loved you. The man who would be so excited about the news but you kept it from him and you didn’t now why. Robbing him from happiness and what he’d wanted for the majority of his life. The opportunity to be a Dad and thats’s when you snapped.

You eased Sonny’s arm which was wrapped around you. You kissed his forehead before you got out of bed. You put some shoes on and wrote him a quick note. So, he wouldn’t worry, though you knew deep down either-way he would. It said ‘I’m sorry. I love you.”. You grabbed your keys and snuck out the apartment.

You sat in your car for a good five minutes before deciding where to go.

Away.

You kept driving, until you realised you were out of the city. You found yourself on an empty stretch of road. It was about 7:00 in the morning. Sonny would be up. You pulled off to the side and just sat in your car. Taking a series of deep breaths. You had your phone but you turned it off.

This is what you wanted. To be alone. To think and you did.

You thought about what a baby would mean. It meant the end of your life as you knew it, in a good way. The focus of your world would shift from you and Sonny. To this tiny person that’d you’d both created. Who was half Sonny and half you. Half Reagan half Carisi. Someone you’d be forever connected you. Someone who’d forever connect you and Sonny.

Your baby.

You questioned yourself. Would you be a good parent? Could you look after it, love it and care for it  like you should. What if you end up as bad as the people you saw on a day to day basis? What if you screw up their lives and they hate you? What if you were just a bad mom? You, were a bad Aunt at first. Not knowing what to do. What if you didn’t get that motherly kick. You weren’t a naturally born parent like Sonny. What if they loved Sonny more than you? What if Sonny started resenting you for not being as good as him?

He was born to be a Dad while you feared your highest parental calling would be being an Aunt.

Then you thought about all the people your Baby would never get to meet. Their Grandmother and their Uncle Joe. They’d never meet two of the most important people in your life. The person who shaped you. Made you the person who were today.

How would you make this Baby a good person?

After you practically drowned yourself in worry, pity and doubt.

Is when you remembered. Having kids wasn’t just Sonny’s dream. It was yours too. One you had ever since you’d met Nicky. You saw how happy Erin was and you knew you wanted to have that one day. Maybe, just maybe, you could be as good as she is. You’d have help too. You had Linda and Erin in your corner not to mention Sonny’s sisters and mother. They’d help you out. Show you things teach you the tricks.

This kid wouldn’t be in short supply of love either. Not only would they have you and Sonny. They’d have a Great grandpa, two Grandfathers, a grandmother, five aunts, two uncles and four cousins. This kid would never be alone. Always have someone to talk too, someone who loved them.

Even if this kid got all your bad qualities they’d be half Sonny Carisi. The best person you’d ever met. If they had his genes. They were almost guaranteed to be a good person. They’d be cute too.

Maybe, it didn’t matter that you hadn’t waited five years. You only wanted to wait that long because you thought you had some living still left to do but it wasn’t like you stopped living after having a kid. If anything your life would be worth living more.

You were excited. You were finally excited. This kid was your future. Sonny’s future. Your future together. And he had no idea. He deserved a big announcement, a spectacle surprise, he deserved to know. You couldn’t hold it anymore.  

You grabbed your phone. It was 10:00am. You’d been out here just sitting in your car thinking for over three hours. You had about fifty missed calls and hundred text. The majority from Sonny but Danny, Linda, Jamie, Erin and your Dad had all tried too. Not to mention Liv, Fin, Rollins and even Barba. You didn’t have court today, did you? As much as you felt bad for worrying everyone. You needed to call Sonny. He would be worrying the most and you had to talk to him.

He answered halfway through the first ring.

“Y/N?” He asked frantically down the phone his voice was laced with stress and concern.

“Hey.” you greeted breathing heavily.

“Where the hell are? Why the hell did you leave, without saying anything. Do you know how worried I’ve been. How everyones been? I woke up alone and have spent the whole morning calling everyone we know to ask if they’ve seen you. Everyone’s looking for you…” he ranted.

“Sonny..” you tried to interrupt.

“Your Dad is literally this close to mobilising the entire force, to look for you. And that note? Was that supposed to keep me calm? I thought’d you’d left me. I thought you’d run off with somebody else and left me. How could you do that to me, Y/N?  And you just got up and left in the middle of the night. You haven’t been answering, all morning. I thought you were hurt or dead…” he continued unfazed.

“Sonny.” you tried again.

“Where are you?” he asked his voice on the verge of tears.

“I’m okay. I’m so sorry. I just needed to be alone.” you tried to explain.

“You could have told you needed to be alone. You didn’t need to leave in the middle of the night! Why didn’t you say anything.” he argued.

“Because I was confused but I’m okay now. I’m great.” you smiled down the phone.

“Well it’s good you are. Because I’ve been terrified all morning.” Sonny ranted down the phone uneasily angry.

You’d knew you’d hurt him badly.

“I’m so sorry. I need to see you. I need to talk to you.” you pleaded.

“Then talk.” he suggested.

“In person. It’s too important for over the phone.” you countered.

“Tell me where you are.” he demanded.

“I can come back.” you offered.

“No, I’m coming to you.” he said sternly.

You rattled off the address.

“What the hell are you doing all the way out there?” he asked but you could hear him hurrying to the car.

“I don’t know. I just ended up here.” you admitted.

“Couldn’t have ended up in Brooklyn?” he asked sarcastically.

“That would have been to easy.” you tried to joke.

‘You’ll be the death of me Reagan.” he commented.

“I’m sorry.” you apologised once again.

“I know. i can tell. I’m just so glad you’re okay that I can’t even be angry.” he sighed.

“I love you, more than anything.” you whispered down the love.
“I don’t know how I feel right now. I’ll love you when I see you with my own two eyes and know you’re okay. I’ll see you when I get there. Make sure you call your Dad next, he’s worried.” he reminded taking deep breaths.

“I’ll see you soon.” you said.

“See you soon.” he said sighed before hanging up the phone.

You called your Dad after that. You could tell he had been worried but he played it off. He was happy you were okay but scolded you for running off. You wish you could tell him why but Sonny deserved to be the first to know. You texted and reassured everyone else after that. You’d have a lot of people to answer to when you got back. Sometime after that you must have fell asleep because you were awoken some time later by Sonny frantically banging on the window of the car. As you opened your eyes the first thing you saw was Sonny’s face full of relief.  You unlocked the door and he slid in faster than your eyes could comprehend.

“Oh my god. Y/N.” he panted grabbing you and pulling you into a hug.

“Hi?” you mumbled into his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asked worried holding your face in his hands, moving frantically, checking for injuries.

“I’m fine. I was just sleepy.” you admitted.

“That’s good. Why the hell are you here?” he asked his tone suddenly changing.

“I told you. I needed to think.” you reminded.

“I understand that but you still could have told me, that you needed space and I would have given it to you. Why didn’t you talk to me?” he asked holding you by your arms.

“I don’t know. I was just so confused.” you repeated not having another answer for him.

“You’ve been acting weird for the last few days. I didn’t know what was wrong and you stopped talking to me. And then you left this morning and I just thought the worst.” he admitted shaking his head.

“I know. I’m sorry. It’s just I needed to get my head straight before I could tell you about it.” you apologised.

“Y/N, you can tell me anything.” Sonny reminded.

“I know but it wasn’t something you could have helped me with. It was something I needed to sort our before I could, tell you about. It was just hard because this week because we were so busy. I kept putting it off and I felt like I was drowning. So I just needed to get away.” you explained.

“But you still could have told me. I was so scared. I’d lost you.” Sonny whined pulling you close again.

“I’m so sorry.” you sighed into his chest, “ Forgive me?”

‘Of course, I forgive you. Just never do that again. Next time, please talk to me.” he warned holding onto you tightly.

“I won’t promise and anything nothing like this will happen ever again. It’s sort of a once in a lifetime thing.” you smiled as he let go of you.

“So, what do you need to talk about that was so important?” he asked, his voice returning to normal as his grabbed your hand and laced his fingers through yours.

“Well, it’s what this has all been about.” you admitted grabbing his other hand and turning so you were facing each other to the best of your ability.  

“Okay.” he prompted though you could tell he was curious.

‘I’ve know for a few days and like I said. I just needed to get my head around it but I never considered you. I’m sorry for keeping it from you and being distant.” you began.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” he reassured.

“No, it’s not. This is as big of news for you as it is for me. It impact you the same amount as it does me. I was being selfish and you deserve way much more than this admission. In a car, in the middle of nowhere. You deserve so much better.” you explained.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked concerned.

“That’s the thing. Their is nothing wrong. Nothing is wrong. It’s what you’ve always wanted. It’s what I’ve always wanted. What’ve always wanted.” you continued.

“I don’t understand.” Sonny said confused.

“i’m pregnant, Sonny. We’re pregnant.” you admitted.

You watched his reaction. His face changed from a state of confusion to a face of unbridled joy. You took a sigh of relief.

“You’re pregnant?” he repeated, making sure he’d heard you correctly.

“Yeah.” you nodded.

“You’re pregnant. We’re going to have a baby?” he asked once again.

“Yep.” you stated.

“Really?” he questioned again, a massive smile on his face.

You nodded. He pulled you in for another gigantic hug. Then he kissed every inch of your face before finding his way to your lips.

“Are you excited?” you asked stupidly.

“Excited? I’m more than excited. Words cannot describe. I’m so so happy. I love you so much. We’re having a baby. A Carisi/Reagan baby.” he smiled shaking his head with joy.

“So you’re not mad anymore?” you asked giggling.

“You could have killed someone and I would still would have forgiven you after that.” he sighed unable to control his excitement, “How long have you know?”

“Since I went to the doctors.” you admitted.

“You didn’t have stomach flu, then?” he questioned.

“No, I just needed some time.” you responded.

“That doesn’t matter, now.” he grinned holding you, “We can discuss that later. Right now. I’m just too happy.”


“I really glad you are.” you sighed.

“Dis you think I wouldn’t be?” he asked shocked.

“A part of me did. Which is insane because I know you were going to be so excited.” you confessed.

“Oh, Y/N. How could you ever think that. You know this is the best news you could ever give me. I love you so much. The rest of my life is going to be with you. And our baby.” he reassured with a smile, “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, more than you’ll ever know and more than I could possibly show you. If I’m going to do this with anyone. I’m glad it’s going to be with you. I couldn’t think of anyone who would be a better Dad than you’ll be.” you smiled before kissing him.

“I couldn’t think of a greater mother for my kids.” he returned.

“Really?” you asked skeptical.

“Of course. I’ve seen you with kids at work. You’re the best Aunt in the world. You’re the most supportive,loving ,honest and loudest person in the world.  You’re are going to be the most amazing Mom. I won’t be able to compete. I’ll just be too busy watching you in awe.” he chuckled just thinking about it.

“Don’t act like you won’t be the best Dad in the world. Sweet, kind, understanding. No matter how bad I am. They’ll always have you.” you responded.

“Thank you so much.” he sighed taking your hand and leaning is head in it.

“For what?” you asked.

“Everything.” he sighed taking your other hand and kissing it, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you winked, “We should head back.”

“You’re right. A lot of people want to see you.” he remembered sitting up straight.

“Don’t you mean us.” you reminded putting a hand on your stomach.

Kyman Heart Project

Hey guys! So a while ago, the amazing artist @xizuchan made a kyman heart collab for the fans to draw either Cartman or Kyle to form a heart like this:

So I thought we should do another one! There’s so many talented kyman artists here and I think we should do something fun :D So if you’d like to join then please don’t hesitate to ask!!

Now I’m going to copy the instructions from her post:

- We need 24 Kyman artists 
- Each artist draws 1 Kyle or Eric.
- We will connect 12 Kyle’s pictures and 12 Eric’s pictures with the pose they’re doing in the picture above.

Now each of the boxes will have a letter 

Whoever messages me first with the letter gets the box and I’ll announce it whenever I get a message or someone asks first. If all of the boxes are filled up, please don’t be sad because we’ll do this again and maybe with a different pose with more boxes! I just want to do 24 for now to make things simple.

Here’s an example of the original picture with xizuchan’s friends:

then she asked us to fill in the rest and I can’t find the image but it was beautiful! 

But yeah, I hope we all can have fun with this :D 

I’ll tell you guys when to message me about your spot so keep an eye out for the post~

Edit: Okay update- so we’re going to switch the the kyle’s and cartman’s but they will still do the same pose as the original :3

Bring it Back - Part 1/?

Summary: “Divorce wasn’t in readers mind or Bucky, but to make their children save they do it. Even if they still love each other.”

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: just fluff, but eventual smut hihi

Word Count: 2095 (because i’m a wordy bitch)

Author’s Note: Hey guys! here againg with another thing and this one it’s my favourite, it’s a series and you guys have to tell me if you want more ;) 

PS:  My first language is not English, so if you find grammar error just send me an ask and i’ll fix it! (the gif is not mine)

  The smell of coffee and old book always made Y/N remember why she still in this job and of course the most important one: her twins, George and Violet where her everything. In the beginning was difficult to raise two kids but she had Bucky, well, had.

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When Bethesda said that I could side with Raiders in the Nuka world DLC...

I didn’t realize they meant that’s ALL I could do.

Originally posted by trapstrblog


Oh, but wait, I hear Bethesda cry from their private train as it trundles down the railroad of storytelling.  There is another option.  

“Oh, really.” I say, looking around at all the men and women armed to the teeth and clad in spikey armour.  

“Yeah!” they reply, eagerly, the clacking of the rails droning on in the background.  “All you need to do is go to the market and talk to this one unassuming NPC who makes no effort to seek you out and present you with an alternative, then be the good guy that we made you be in the main game and hey presto.  You can kill all the Raiders.”

“Ok.” I say, a little more enthusiastic at something that resembles and alternative.

Ten minutes later I return with the corpses of every single Raider in the park, literally ten minutes.  

“Alright, now what?” I ask eagerly.

“What do you mean?” Bethesda reply.

“I mean where is the rest of this?  I’ve not even visited the rest of the park yet.  I didn’t want to take it over with the Raiders. Frankly I’m surprised I couldn’t go back and inform my dominant faction in the Commonwealth about this place.”  I begin to drum my fingers on the table.

“The Brotherhood would have loved this technological paradise.  Several distinct areas as well as numerous mutated species to experiment on.  It gives Elder Maxson a chance to assert his dominance as well as take this fortress and perfect trading outpost for himself.” I say as Bethesda begin to sweat.

“Pretty sure the Minutemen would have a thing or two to say about the HUMAN SLAVERY AND OPPRESSION going on here.  Isn’t that kind of their thing?  Protecting people.” my impatience is beginning to show.

“The Railroad?  Couldn’t they do with a place they can use to get resources, maybe even use some of the park sectors as refuges for Synths to keep them safe.  Again, it’s a natural fortress, much better than that stinky old church they’re hanging out in.”  I’m still talking as Bethesda are clearly trying to speed up their train now.

“Oh, and the Institute.  It might be pre war but the whole mass of resources, potential training grounds for Synth enforcers, endless amounts of research and tech that could be gained from this intact marvel…no?  They not interested either.” As I finish my sentence Bethesda have already pulled away in their train.  Trundling down the tracks I hear them shout one sentence back at me.

“But you can side with the Raiders!”

Hey @mrevaunit42 i made another skeeeeeeeetch!!! XD Nova (Star and Marco’s Daughter) with her Best Friend Connor (my otp to be exact) XD (Materials Used: Pencil, Pen, and Crayons) :3 This characters is from his fanfic of one shots called “There’s Always a Star and a Hoodie” and his new fanfic “Nova vs. the Forces of Adolescence”. Both are Future AUs. I recommend you guys to read those fanfic. X3

The One With the Purity Ring and Patrick's Dirty Secret

Hey guys, so finally this is another one of my personal projects. I’m hoping to get another request up tomorrow, until then I hope you enjoy this! It’s almost 10 pages! Hahaha

WARNING: Violence Kink

Keep reading

hey guys i have cool dreams

so i had a dream that there was a dhmis au where they were all tiny childs and lived in a house made of ice in the desert. (ok that part’s a little weird) I got to listen to some rad conversations like:

Tony: Colin is so cute!

Sketch: Thats gay!

Tony: no its not

Sketch : yes it is

Tony: SHUT UP ALL I WANT TO DO IS HUG HIM AND KISS HIM AND SNUGGLE HIM ALOT

Sketch: gay

Tony: NO

and another one thats p darn good

Tony: PIZZER

Spinach: THATS NOT HEALTHY *slaps pizzer out of tony’s hands*

Tony: *starts crying*

Spinach: TRY PLAIN WHITE SAUCE INSTEAD

Tony:

spinach:

Tony: NO

and another one:

Sketch: Ew ew ew here comes the uncreative green one!

Spinach: Well if im not creative can you teach me?

Sketch: Okay! just take this 235246547 question quiz…..

AND ALSO

COLIN PLAYING NEOPETS

FRICKGN NEOPETS

AAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAa

New blog

Hey guys, so I’ve lost the email address that I made my old randl blog @retandlingck on. I don’t really want to go into huge details about it, but I’ve been trying to get it back and I’m not going to be able to.

I’ve made a new randl blog on this account (the one I’m posting this from) and that’s where I’ll be from now on.

I’m going to keep the old one alive for another week or so maybe but I’ll just be reblogging this post every day or so to try and get people to follow me on this blog instead. (If the reposting is going to annoy you, unfollow me on @retandlingck I promise i won’t be offended haha).

On the new account I won’t be following from this blog but from my personal blog (ughitshazel) so if we’re mutuals currently and I don’t follow you from the personal blog let me know okay?

Also if you guys could reblog this to help let people know that I’m moving it’d be such a huge help, I feel like probably only about 3 people are going to see this when I reblog it tbh. (Seriously though if you reblog this I’ll love you forever)

Thanks guys!

Important PSA (...kind of?)

Is this a PSA? I don’t know.

Anyway, here’s the very important post I was talking about … posting.

Recently the SPN fandom has been … odd? … lately (I know, I’m multi-fandom but just bear with me this involves everyone). What I mean is, apparently there’s been a lot of hate going around. Being a multi-fandom blog, my followers are crazy chill (I love you guys for that, seriously) nevertheless, SPN is still one of the fandoms I write for so I feel a … sense of duty? (I’m super confused tonight) … to help my fellow SPN peeps out. 

This post is inspired by another post made by @sing-me-hey-jude (I’ll link it here), which basically talks about how crappy the SPN fandom has become (mainly in the fan fic world). It also talks about how fake (I’m paraphrasing) many blogs (not just followers) have become. Especially the really popular ones.

They preach “no hate” yet they hate. They say they’re there for their followers in their time of need but they’re not. (Really, you should read the post because I’m butchering this.)

I completely agree with all of it. Like I said, being a multi-fandom blog, I’m lucky to be on the outskirts of this. But from the outside looking in, even I can tell it’s a mess.

So, in support of the people who are copping all the backlash and hate from the SPN fandom (whether you’re part of the fandom or not) I’m opening my inbox to whatever complaints, vents, attention-seeking you guys want.

My ask box is always open of course, but tonight is a special occasion. I’m going to be staying up until 12-1am AEST and I’m going to answer every single ask that comes in.

If you want to vent about a crappy day, week or person, then vent. 

If you’re really struggling through life, then tell me. I’ll listen or offer advice or both!

If you have a problem you need help with, I’ll help (to the best of my abilities. I am many things but I’m not a superhero).

Hell, if you just want me to tell you you’re a smooshy cutey bunny bear I’ll freakin’ do it!

So, as of now, my inbox is open to everyone! No matter if you’re in the SPN fandom or not. No matter if you’ve been receiving hate from them or not.This is merely to show that all hope is not lost! We can still turn this around. We can still be good people. 

And I hope - hell, I’m begging other blogs to do the same, no matter your fandom!

Now, I’m gonna go get a brownie and when I come back I better find ya’ll complaining in my inbox!

Kthxbai :)

Another Prayer Request

Hey guys,

So, you know the other day I asked for prayer regarding a new place to live? Here’s more on that:

Found an excellent place. Perfect. Put in an application, everything going well.

The realtor called to tell me they did a credit check (which came back really good), but that they also called my current landlord (the one I’ve been having issues with), and he painted a not so good picture.

He really ran me down the road. He made a lot of bogus claims, really put the spikes to me. The realtor wanted to hear my side of things, and I was happy to oblige.

The realtor and the owner will be making a decision in the next day or so about who to rent to. I want to ask that all of you pray for me; pray that God vindicates me, that His justice will be done.

And please pray for my landlord. The guy is bitter, and angry, and I suspect there’s a lot more to that than just his disagreements with me. He needs Jesus in a bad way. Please pray for God to save him, by whatever means necessary.

Thanks guys, God bless all of you.

anonymous asked:

Hey big guy, I was watching "I get this call every day" and checked out creator David S Gallant. It looks like he made another game documenting his journey to beginning game development, "David S Gallant: the Story". Can I make a formal request (in writing!) to SGF Inc. of a demofriend? I know you're a busy guy who can only field calls on his earpiece while moving and shaking, but I am confident you have taught LP Bot to read you your tumblrs at your sit-stand desk. Just like Tony Stark.

Surely the only one capable of LPing the game of David S Gallant, “David S Gallant: The Story”, is David S Gallant himself.  I am not David S Gallant, and thus could never do it justice.

KBTBB Fanfic: Bidders find out that MC has a large dog

This was requested by an anon. I’m so sorry it took a while and I hope it was worth the wait!


You were paged to go to the penthouse and when you arrived all of the bidders were hanging out in the lounge area. Baba and Ota sitting in the couch watching tv. Soryu sitting in a chair near Baba and Ota cleaning one of his guns. Eisuke sitting on another chair in the living room with his laptop on the coffee table. Mamoru standing by the doors that lead to the terrace puffing a cigarette.
“Princess!”
“Koro!”
“Hey guys. You paged me?”
“Coffee.” Eisuke says without looking up from his laptop.
“Should I make coffee for all of you?”
They each nodded their heads and you headed towards the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.
You returned to the living room with 5 cups of coffee made how each of the men prefer.
“____ you need to run an errand for me today.” Eisuke says as he’s sipping his coffee.
“Oh I’m supposed to get off of work pretty soon. It depends when you need me to go on this errand.”
“I don’t hear a yes or ok. Did you forget how things work around here?” Eisuke says in a firm tone.
“Eisuke I think you can let this one slide. I have a personal errand to run today after work.”
“What do you need to do that’s more important than picking up my suit from the dry cleaners?”
“I could pick up your suit on the way. I have to–”
“Get me a pack of cigarettes. It’s a pain to get those.” Mamoru says out of nowhere.
“Eww I don’t want people to think I smoke.”
“Quit whinin’ kid. It’s not a big deal.”
“Ugh fine…” You sigh.
“So what’s your errand pretty lady?”
“I have to pick up my dog. The place that watches my dog during the day is closing early so I need to pick him up.”
“Koro you have a dog?”
“I would’ve guessed that you’re a cat person.” Says Soryu.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” He says looking away from you.
“Heh…_____ with a dog. You probably have one if those annoying dogs that never stop barking.” Eisuke chuckes.
“Aww I can imagine _____ with a Pomeranian or something small and cute like her.” Baba winks.
“I should be on my way. I don’t want the little guy waiting too long.” You almost coo as you head towards the door to leave the penthouse.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You arrive to the penthouse but before entering you peep your head inside.
“Here’s your suit and the cigarettes.” You hand the items to Eisuke and he starts to walk away slowly.
“Is it ok if I bring Coco inside for a little bit?”
“Who?” Soryu and Eisuke ask at the same time.
“My dog.”
Eisuke nods and Soryu just shrugs.
“I want to see your dog!” Ota says enthusiastically.
“As long as it doesn’t touch me then sure.” Mamoru says.
“Don’t the cops have dogs that sniff out drugs?”
“What they have dogs that do that?” Baba joins.
“I ain’t work with no dogs. I don’t work in that department.” Mamoru says scratching his head.
“Ok here he is!”
“Whoa ____ I thought you owned a dog not a cow!” Eisuke says stepping back.
“You’re kidding right? This ain’t your dog. How can a kid like you handle something like that.” Mamoru tries to laugh off his slight discomfort of being in the same room as the massive dog.
“Koro is this a Dalmatian?”
“No Coco is a Great Dane.”
“Do you ride it like a horse and sit on it like a princess?” Baba asks.
“No of course not.”
“Ok ____ you need to get that out of here. The hotel doesn’t allow horses or zebras or whatever that is inside.” Eisuke says trying to hide his shock and fear of the dog.
“Guys he’s a really sweet dog. He doesn’t bite. I promise” You gesture towards the dog so the bidders can pet him. Baba places his hand on Coco’s back and rubs slowly and begins to get comfortable.
“This is nice.” Baba smiles.
“He is really nice. You’re not like my old dog but I still like you.” Ota says to the dog as he scratches the dogs head. Soryu joins and pets it’s neck.
“See I told you guys, he’s nice. Good boy Coco!”
Eisuke pats the dog on the back but remains stiff. Mamoru slowly approaches the dog. Coco starts sniffing Mamo’s jacket and Mamoru jumps a little.
“You’re fine. He probably just smells the smoke on you.” You say sarcastically.
Mamoru reaches to place his hand onto the dog’s face to scratch it’s cheek. The massive dog jumps up and puts its paws on Mamoru’s shoulders and licks his face.
“OH MY GOD WHAT THE FU–”
The other bidders step away making faces of disgust and also trying to conceal their laughter.
“Mamoru you’re fine he just licked your face. Don’t freak out or he’ll get excited.”
Too late.
Coco is all riled up and starts to run around the lounge area knocking things over with his tail and runs into things. The bidders flee like pigeons in a park. None of them are in the lounge area.
“Wow who knew they’d be scared of you. My little baby. Yes you’re my cutie.” You start calming down the dog and cooing at it.
“I totally forgot to tell them that I haven’t gotten you neutered. That’s why you got crazy.” You kiss its head and walk out of the penthouse and head back home giggling to yourself remembering what just happened.
“I should bring Coco more often.”

anonymous asked:

Any tips on party-kei for a masculine presenting trans guy? 💕💕💕

Hey there!

So I’ve made a couple of posts about this kind of thing, the first one
HERE about party kei in pants, and the second one HERE about more androgynous looks in party kei.

Another place to draw some inspiration would be Jillian’s gender neutral transformation video with Collin HERE

Now I don’t know anything about your personal situation or much about transitioning, but I would say number one rule, be comfortable! Both in yourself and the clothes you wear. So ignore the gendered clothing sections and pick whatever is going to fit and be comfortable. 

Step two! Make colour your best friend. Bright tees and mismatched materials like jackets, pants and accessories are going to bring out that party kei shine! 

Step three! Get some funky shoes for your stompers, some good places to look are YRU, UNIF, ASOS, and I’ve recently fallen into the bottomless sales pit that is ROMWE. (Also good places for tees, pants, jackets and accessories!)

Step four! I’m not sure why I started doing steps, but it’s too late to go back! Pick some cute accessories. Colourful clip on earrings or studs will brighten up your outfit, also, heard of the man choker? You have now! Take a look at this pretty green one! (But let’s be real, a piece of neck material ain’t got no gender, so go for your life in the women’s accessories too.)

Step five! GLITTER! Glitter up your face with some highlight and actual glitter piece so your shine can be seen from space!. 

I hope this and my previous posts are helpful! 

Stay sparkly! xx