a/n: You all have been so patient and I know I’m a bit late (4 months late soz about that). Every single one of you have been so amazing with the support of this, and it blows my mind every time I get a notification that TiC got another note. And when I posted earlier today that I was posting it, I absolutely loved the response I got in my inbox. It made my heart incredibly happy and with each message that came in, not gonna lie, i teared up a bit. You all have been so lovely and good sports (especially when i posted that fake TiC2 WHAT A TIME). So from the bottom of my heart, thank you for all the support. I have met some of the most incredible people through TiC and I cherish every single one of you. I feel so emotional posting this, but you all finally deserve the second part to probably the most angsty piece I have ever written (and will ever write omg). So, please enjoy the second and final installment to Trouble in Canada :)
THANK YA TO MY LOVELY @whitechocolateperfection for reading over this and giving me confidence :) you’re the best and i love you a whole lot
Those four words held a weight so heavy that you lost your grip on your tea. Your mug dropped to the floor, shattering in pieces and tea spilling all over the hardwood floor. You immediately went to pick up the broken pieces. On your knees, you picked up the shards of glass as Shawn was stood in the same exact position; not moving a single bone in his body to help you.
Collecting all the tiny shards in your hand you swiftly moved past Shawn to go throw the pieces out in the kitchen. You opened the trash bin, and right as you were about to throw out the broken mug, Shawn’s voice interrupted your movements, “Is that the mug I got you? The one from our first Valentine’s day together?”
She was his wife now. He couldn’t stop beaming at her, as she smiled and twirled and glowed with happiness.
Captain Hook, a married man. Married to the Savior no less, but even so: married.
He recalled the days when he pined after this woman, wondering if she might ever see him as something more than just a pirate.
Only in his most wondrous dreams did he ever think she would be his wife.
He stared at the ring on his hand. Somehow, the curse had left it untouched.
A wedding band. His wedding band.
It had been real. No curse could take that from him.
But it could take something else from him: his wife.
Climbing the beanstalk without his wife was eerie.
Bloody hell, he’d been teasing her at the time, hoping to unsettle her enough to get her to reveal more information about herself. The more he understood her, the better he could use her.
You never forget your first. How little he’d realized how much that would come to mean.
Last he’d been here, she’d been a reluctant ally who had, hours earlier, been fully prepared to let him die at the hands of ogres.
Now, she was his wife.
He was about to see his wife die.
There had been a small glimmer of hope this whole time, that she could defeat prophecy and visions as surely as she’d defeated so much darkness before.
But not now. She’d tossed aside her sword. Gideon was going to run her through, while the rest of them just watched.
While he just watched.
Watched as someone killed his wife.
His wife lay in his arms, with her head on his chest. He stared down at her left hand, which rested on top of his right; they’d found her rings in the little ring dish in the bathroom, much to her relief.
He was lying in bed with his wife. He chuckled weakly.
“What?” she asked.
“You’re my wife.”
She laughed gently. “Yeah, I know. And you’re my husband.”
Nursey saves the quarter and uses it to propose to Dex on the fifth anniversary of them getting Lardo’s dibs. He gets a jeweler to carve out a hole in the middle so it fits Dex’s finger. Dex rolls his eyes and calls him a sap before saying yes and kissing Nursey senseless. He wears it on a chain around his neck, and his (sensible) gold wedding band on his finger to match Nursey’s.
A/N: this is the first part of the series :) it’s gonna take a little while for things to actually get going, but there’s gonna be so much drama and soooo many twists. i know this is late, but i’m working on the second part as you’re reading this, just be patient!! anyway, enjoy!
“Thanks again!” I call out with a smile, gripping onto the brown grocery bag tucked in my arms. I walk out of the building, wandering toward my car when my phone blares from my pocket. I stop at my car, digging through my purse and retrieving my phone, noticing my dad’s name popping on the screen. I quickly unlock my car, opening the driver’s side and gently placing the brown bag on the passenger’s seat, climbing back out of the car.
littered across the campus of Maas University. Cassian had to slow to a stop
twelve times before getting to his parking space. Peering out the windshield,
Cassian gazed at the set of brick buildings. Memories of the best kind poured
into him: meeting Nesta, his friends, his family. People he hadn’t seen in
squeezed his wife’s hand before he turned the ignition off and peered over the
seat at his children. Aysel still slept, her military jacket thrown over her,
covering her ripped jeans and Halestorm
band tee, her headphones still in her ears. Bay too had headphones in, his eyes
trained on the book resting in his lap. “We’re here guys.”
Looking up from his book, Bay
pulled down his headphones and looked out the window, his hazel green eyes
filled with a quiet nervousness as he watched the students. He turned to shake
Aysel awake. “Ays.”
Kohl lined blue-grey eyes
fluttering open, Aysel pulled her headphones from her ears, music still
blasting from them and looked out the window. Face lighting up, she shoved off
her jacket and barreled out of the car, shouting, “I have arrived, bitches!”
title: baby it’s you rating: T pairings: sasusaku summary: thirty kisses challenge author’s note: so i saw this thirty kisses challenge thing, so i’d thought i’d try it out for sasusaku. i’m gonna try to post five at a time and we’ll see where these go
i.kiss on the hand: hold your partner’s hand with yours and kiss the back of their palm. this is a chivalrous kind of kiss that depicts your likeness and trust for someone.
Sasuke never had a place he could call home.
No matter how hard Naruto tried, Konoha never truly felt like home—it held too many dark memories, too many secrets, too many fears. He’d grown to find comfort in the people rather than the city; he’d learned to accept the title of brother from his blonde haired best friend, he’d agreed to be equals with Kakashi, he’d agreed to be friendly with those who gave him the chance. He felt comfortable, and it was nice, better than he’d ever thought it could be, but it wasn’t home.
But here, with Sakura in his arms, her rose hair in a small ponytail and her green eyes fluttering shut, he begins to feel differently. Here with her back in his chest, small, calm breaths reminding him of that she was here and alive—that he was here and alive—Sasuke thinks, maybe this is what a home is.
Maybe home is splays of pink hair on white sheets in the morning and a smile to rival the sun. Maybe home is small medical scrolls scattered in the living room after a long day’s work. Maybe home is his favorite bento box waiting for him when he wakes up at noon, despite her being a mediocre chef at best. Maybe home is her temper, unmatched by the most vengeful of gods and the most wicked of storms, that somehow, brings him the strangest sense of peace. Maybe home is little kisses on his jaw at four in the morning.
He looks down at his wife, her small frame beginning to curl into his, as if she was meant to fit there. Sasuke takes her limp hand in his own, gently curling his calloused fingers through hers and raising their hands. He brings the back of hers to his lips and let them linger as he reaffirms his conclusion.
Sakura stirs a bit and he swears she smiles (—and he does too).
dedicated to @immarcesibility, who donated a few bucks to me for my college fund. thanks, honeybee 💛
December 23rd, 2028.
“Okay first of all? That is fucking fake, our kids would be way cuter than Bitty and Jack’s,” Nursey argues, half-rising from his seat. Chris has to ease the glass of wine from his hand with a soft chuckle–he’s feeling a little quiet today after a week of roadies– across their living room, he just catches a glimpse of Jack’s subtle smile as he does the same to a slightly tipsy Bitty, who’s pointing an accusatory finger towards the other man.
“You’re a damn liar, Derek Nurse,” he says hotly. “Jack was the cutest baby I ever saw–”
Shitty chokes on his mozzarella stick where he’s settled on the floor, managing a strangled, “Wrong, Bits,” and Lardo inhales her drink, sputtering. Chris fights down a little grin as Shits, still coughing, tries to pull out a handkerchief for her, ever the reluctant gentleman. He’s seen Nursey do the same for his niece, so it must be an Andover thing, and he snorts a little to himself imagining high school Nursey and Shitty washing and pressing little handkerchiefs. It’s a funny image.
Summary: Most actresses would jump at the chance to play in a role opposite from their husband, but when your role opposite from your husband Matthew is designed to cause pain, it’s far from a dream come true. Based on the episode Entropy.
Word count: 1,545
A/N: This is my first time writing for MGG so bear with me if it’s a little rough! There are also some spoilers within since it is based on 11x11. I would love to know what you thought!
Being an actress meant that you had grown accustomed to a multitude of things throughout the course of your career.
Early morning wake up calls with equally late nights on set, script changes coming within ten minutes of filming, months on end spent away from the comfort of your own home, and even invasive encounters with unapologetic paparazzi.
But yet, the act of having another person apply your makeup for the day was one that you could never fully grow used to.
“Dayne, you do realize that you can apply mascara without destroying my cornea in the process, right?” your eyes darted upwards at the makeup artist whose wand-wielding hand inched closer and closer to your line of sight.
A chuckle resonated from Dayne as he took a step back from you, “I can’t tell who’s harder to work with,” sarcasm dripped from the smirk he wore, “You, or your husband.”
At the mere mention of Matthew, anxiety clenched your chest tight, but you managed to pass it off with a breathy laugh, “Just be glad that it’s me you’re putting fake lashes on instead.”
It was unusual, and incredibly unsettling, to experience such apprehension at the thought of even seeing your husband whilst preparing for your first role opposite him.
After meeting at the Tribeca Film Festival for his film ‘Magic Valley’ it was written in the stars from then on out for the two of you to be together.
Three years of dating and another two years of marriage later, Matthew and yourself had never once starred in a film together, despite both of your affinities for indie films, which only made it even more shocking when he arrived home from the Criminal Minds set one night with a script gripped in his hand.
You rolled over violently and looked at Jensen, his snoring keeping you awake as he laid there. You furrowed your eyebrows, grabbing for your pillow with thoughts about smacking him with it filling you up with enough peace to put you back to sleep. But as you gripped the corner of your pillow, another thought came to mind. Releasing the pillow, you spun around and grabbed your phone off the nightstand and pulling the charger out of it. Bringing up the camera, you began recording, putting you on the screen with a snoring Jensen just behind you.
You stared at Jensen on the phone for a solid ten seconds before releasing a sigh. “I love you, Jensen. Even if your loud snoring keeps me up at night, I’ll still love you. I’d rather be dead tired than to not sleep next to you. Love you, baby.” You turned around and kissed his cheek with a loud mwah before turning back to your phone and stopped the recording. You snuggled back into bed and forced Jensen’s arm around you, smiling widely as you closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep despite the snoring in your ear.
Summary: I was watching Modern Family S01E15 and got inspired with the whole roleplaying going on between Claire and Phil. Word Count: 2,424 Warnings: Roleplaying, unprotected sex, dirty talk. A/N: No one is ever gonna look at me the same again, HAH. First time writing smut, so be gentle please! Also, leave feedback pretty please so I know you guys don’t hate me for this hahaha. Probably gonna delete this. xxx
You swirled your pick around in your Martini glass, teeth tucked into your lower lip as you rocked your leg back and forth where it was crossed over your other one as you sat on the high barstool. The hotel restaurant was prestigious, swanky, way out of your comfort zone but tonight it was the perfect setting.
It didn’t take you long before a tall, toned man approached you. You raised your eyes to meet his hazel ones, lips pulling into a soft smile.
“Is this seat taken?” He asked, voice low enough for only you to hear.
You glanced at the barstool beside you, quickly bringing your eyes back to his. His eyes were averted downward and you quickly realized that he was sweeping his eyes over your long legs that were exposed, stopping on the black Louboutin heels that you’d gotten gifted to you on last year’s Valentine’s Day. They fit you perfectly and they went well with the black dress that you were wearing.
“It is now,” you drawled, watching his eyes light up a tad bit as he moved to pull back the barstool so he could squeeze in, rough large hands smoothing over his suit, sitting down with a huff. “So what brings you here?”
Hi I wasn’t going to post that drafts but @ortenmendes
Told me to post it sooooo ta da!!!!! It’s shitty and the first thing I wrote read on your own risk.
You are starting to wake up and you already know it’s going to be a hell of a hangover. Blurry thoughts play in the back on your mind while you struggle to gain consciousness.
Vegas, fun…get away for a few days, just the two of you…casino, drinks, lots of drinks…making out in the car…more drinks…chapel…“I do!”, kisses…speeding back to the hotel in the Jeep…sex…more drinks…more sex…
The whirlpool of fragmented flashbacks is making you feel dizzy, even if you didn’t even open your eyes yet. You touch your face with the back of your left hand, attempting to give yourself a little nudge to reality.
“Auuch…” you cry in pain as something scratches your cheek.
You finally open your eyes to see what it is and…
“Oh my God!” you suddenly wince, covering your mouth with the other hand.
You stare at huge diamond wedding ring, finally able to process what this means.
“Crap…” you manage to utter, suddenly awake.
You turn your head and look at Shawn. He’s still deeply asleep, facing you, his brown hair a mess, all over his face. His hand rests on your tummy. You lift yourself on your elbows to take a better look. There it is: a wedding band on his finger.
You drop back on your pillow, glaring at the ceiling. You two are not supposed to get drunk because you become impulsive. “God damn it,” you whisper to yourself, biting your lips nervously.
“Shaawwwnnnn,” you try to wake him up, gently caressing his face. “Babe, wake up…Shawn…” Nothing. Still asleep.
“Shawn!!” you raise your voice ,slapping his naked behind. You only hear a growl. Another slap. “Shawn, wake up!” This time he moves, repositioning himself on his back, eyes still closed.
“Baby, let me sleep,” he pleads with raspy voice, covering his face with the sheets.
You yank the covers off and you get on top of him. He senses your naked body on his and grins.
“Love…give me a few moments and I’ll be ready to go.” His hands reach for your waist and he adjusts you so he can feel you better.
“Not that I mind where this is going, Shawn, but you really have to see this.”
He blinks a few times, getting his eyes used to the image of your fingers close to his face.
“Baby, is that a wed..” You don’t let him finish.
“Yes, yes it is and…look here, you have one too!”
Shawn gazes at his wedding band, then at your ring, then at your face.
“Did we fucking get married last night?”
“Apparently?…” you make it a question, waiting for his reaction.
He stretches with a big smirk. Suddenly, you feel it and you giggle.
“Shawn, you weren’t joking about being ready in a few moments.”
“You know me, everything to make you happy.” He grabs your hand and kisses it and you get lost in his hazel eyes.
“Relax, baby, it’s Vegas. We can cancel that piece of paper anytime we want.”
You sigh without answering and he takes a hold of your hips, shifting you over so he’s on top of you now.
“You look so sexy with that wedding ring on…” he purrs in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Shawn’s lips kiss your breasts, going up you neck, then find your lips again. At this point, both your breathings are erratic; your body is on fire, so needy for his.
“Baby…” you whisper “we should do this more often.”
“What, love, get married?”
“No, sex in Vegas”, you reply with a smirk on your face.
Prompt: Since requests are open, I saw a prompt where person a wrapped a present for person b in a ton of boxes and wrapping paper and at the end it was an engagement ring. Could you do something like that with Jason maybe please?
You stare at the ring on your finger and smile, “It’s so pretty.”
Jason just smiles and kisses your cheek, “I’m glad you like it.”
“I thought that might appeal to you.”
“And the many boxes you put it in? Did you think I’d enjoy that?”
He chuckles, “That was more for my amusement.”
You finally tear your eyes away to stare at your husband, “You didn’t have to do this. I love my wedding band.”
His arm wraps around you and pulls you close, “When we got married five years ago, we were on the run, and had next to no money. I couldn’t get you the ring you deserved.”
You snuggle in closer, “Now five years later we have a kid, a house, and still no money.”
Jason just laughs, as your eyes turn to the little boy playing on the carpet with one of the many boxes there. He groans at the sight, “All those presents and he’s enamored with a box.”
You smile, “I’m fairly certain that’s the definition of parenthood.”
He kisses you, “So you like the ring?”
“I love the ring, but I love you more.”
He just leans in and kisses you again, before the sound of giggling draws your attention. You son is staring at you, that delighted little smile on his face, while sitting in a box. Jason laughs and surges forward scooping the box up with your son inside. You watch him fly your son around the room and smile.
You love the ring, but these are the moments you live for.
Summary: Steve is still human. He makes mistakes. When one of these mistakes causes problems in your marriage, he takes the time to think back over your relationship.
Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, more angst, marriage problems
A/N: This is my new series Soundtrack, where each part will be based around a different song. Please note that this series will get pretty angsty, but I promise to make everything okay at the end, deal? The song of this chapter is “I Go To The Barn Because I Like The” by Band of Horses. Weird name, lovely song. Lyrics are in italics.
Well, I’d like to think I’m the
mess you’d wear with pride
When Steve stumbled out of the jet that night, he could think
only of you. He needed to talk to you, hear your voice, see your face, touch
you, hold you. You had to be awake by now, had to have realized that he had
left. Normally you would have woken up immediately. The way you slept tangled
up together did not exactly lend itself to graceful exits, but tonight had been
different, with Nyquil holding you in blissful sleep even when Steve’s phone
rang, when he answered it, when he pulled himself away from you and crept out
of the house.
Shawn Mendes Words: 2,000 Warning: Smut! Note: Its 1 bloody am and I have school so I’m not editing it. But I hope you enjoy it, shitty spelling mistakes and all
Three pages into the book and Alice was out like a light. I
finished the book anyway, just to make sure. Untangling her little body from
around me, I carefully shuffled off her tiny bed and took off her hearing aids without waking her. I placed them in the box on her bedside table before
slipping out the room.
Shawn was already laying on the bed when I walked into the
bedroom, still shirtless with grey sweatpants, eyes closed, although he wasn’t
“It’s only half nine.” I teased as I pulled my jumper over
my head, dropping it on the never-ending mountain of laundry sitting on the
chair in the corner of the room. This morning didn’t help the situation;
instead of being productive and actually putting his stuff in the wash, Shawn
just added all of his dirty tour clothes to pile. Our room now had the lovely
sent of various pets, Shawn’s cologne, and sweat.
You get used to it.
“Mhm.” He hummed sleepily without moving an inch. His hands
were behind his head, body fully stretched out dead in the centre, leaving a
small square of space for Zoey whose head perked up at the sound. I tried not
to stare, but come on, who wouldn’t stare at this amazing piece of art that I
somehow ended up marrying.
“You’re such an old man.” I laughed when one of his eyes
popped open, eye brow raising as if challenging me to say it again.
“At least I don’t make grunting sounds when I try to stand
My mouth dropped at the stupid smirk on his face. That
cheeky bastard. Grabbing the first thing I could fine – which just happened to
be my bra – and chucked it at his face, only for it to hit him in the chest instead. He chuckled and picked up the piece of underwear, mumbling something
about keeping it before shoving it under his pillow.
I - there was no words.
“It was one time. And I was pregnant.” I huffed in my
defence as I shimmed out my jeans and socks, leaving me in just my tank top and
pants. My arms instinctively wrapped around my stomach, not comfortable with
how tight the fabric was. It was stupid, I knew it was. He was my husband! I
shouldn’t feel this way in front of him. But that didn’t stop the alarm bells
rung in my head, thinking Shawn had noticed something was up, but he didn’t
seem to catch on.
His eyes were fully open now, smirk still planted on his
face as his eyes searched down my body. He sat up, moving to sit at the end of
the bed as he stretched out his hand towards me. I knew from that funny look in
his eyes that I shouldn’t have trusted him, because as soon as I reached for
his hand, he tugged me a bit too harshly onto the bed.