hmm i feel bad for not adding the old man there

Send To All - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Prompt: There’s this comedian called Michael Mcintyre who has a chat show and sometimes plays this game called “send to all” where he takes the guests phone and sends a mass text out then reads the replies out. It’s on you tube and hilarious but anyway i was wondering if you could do something where the reader is an actress on the show and agrees to play and he sends out a flirty text or something like that and she gets a few funny replies from Evans, Fassbender, Macavoy, Cumberbatch and TOM HIDDLESTON
Note: Okay so I went a bit mad with this one and did make a few adjustments, however 99% of it is what was asked for. This one is for the lovely @dohegotthesuperbooty - I’m sorry it took so long (I’m really behind!!) - for anyone who is interested, the video behind this idea can be found here.

Originally posted by letlovebyourenergy

You were stood at the side of the stage awaiting your cue; it was your turn to appear on several British chat shows to promote your new film. You were staring in a new rom-com opposite Tom Hiddleston; the two of you had become very close over the last course of shooting the film, a fact that had purposely been left out of the media.

The show you were appearing on was that of comedian Michael McIntyre. All you could think about was his infamous game of ‘Send to All’. The producers had prepared you for the game; however it was up to the host as to whether or not you would be playing.

From centre stage, you heard Michael call your name. You began to walk over, the crowd went wild. Walking over to your seat, you waved to the audience. Once you reached the spot where Michael was stood, he gave you a friendly hug and welcomed you to the show. The two of you took your seats. Once the crowd had quietened down, he welcomed you to the show once again.
“So, welcome to the show!” He smiled.
“Thank you!” You said with a smile, “Thanks for having me, I’m a big fan of the show but I never thought I’d be sat here!” You exclaimed.

The interview was going extremely well, you were laughing and joking with both the audience and the host. Then he said those words you really didn’t want to hear.
“So we have a bit of a tradition on this show.” Michael began to laugh; everyone knew what he was going to say. “I like to play a lovely little game called ‘Send to All’ with my guests, are you up for a go?”
You started to think, what options did you have? If you were to say no… well, you’d only be forced to play to prove you had nothing to hide.
“Sure!” You said, a little too enthusiastically.
“Excellent!” Michael matched your tone. “The rules are simple, I’m going to come up with a message to send to all of the contacts in your phone and we’re going to leave it over the course of the show and then see who replies!”
“Great, can you just not send it to my mum” you laughed, as did everyone else in the studio.

“Okay, I think I’ve come up with the perfect message” Michael grinned.
“Oh no” you joked as you handed over your phone.
“Here goes…” Michael typed each word as he said it. “Hey, it… feels… like we haven’t seen… each other… in such a long time…” Michael stopped typing and looked over to you, he was giggling at the message he was typing. You on the other hand were using your laughter to disguise how red your face had become. “Why don’t we…” he continued to type “meet up… for a drink… or two?” Michael turned to you once again, “Do you use emoticons?” he asked.
“Probably too much” you responded.
“Excellent, how about little kisses?” he asked.
“Yeah, I guess, just one though. And always lowercase!” you added.
“In that case, I’ll add a little winking face and a kiss!” He looked up and addressed the audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have our text message!” The audience cheered. “Okay, here’s the message…” he paused and cleared his throat, “Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]” he laughed, as did the audience. You began to laugh but at the same time you were slowly bringing your hands up to your face to once again, cover up how red it was. “What do you think, shall we send to all?!” He asked the audience. They went wild. “It’s gone, sent!” Michael turned back around and walked to his seat to continue your interview.

You spent the rest of the interview trying not to think about the messages currently coming through to your phone. You had just about removed the thought from your mind when Michael said “Right, well there’s just one last piece of business we need to discuss before I let you go.” He paused while the audience reacted. “Let’s read out some of the replies to the text we sent from your phone shall we? Okay so the message we sent read ‘Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]’. Wow, okay so you’ve got a fair few replies here!” The audience cheered.
“Better than getting none I suppose” you joked.
“Right, first up we have Chris Evans ladies and gentlemen! Wait, is this Captain America Chris Evans or BBC Radio DJ Chris Evans?” he asked you.
“I don’t think I should answer that until you’ve read the reply,” you laughed “no it’s Captain America Chris Evans” you smiled.
“Well Chris replied with ‘Dude, we aren’t even in the same country right now! Count me in for next time though, we’ll all go out’ how nice is that! But what does he mean by ‘all’?
“Yeah, he’s a good egg!” you smiled, “I’m guessing he just means getting the old gang back together”
“Okay next up is… it looks like you’ve got the number of everyone who’s ever been in a Marvel film here!” the two of you laughed as he continued to look for the next reply. “I think we will go for this one next, James McAvoy.”
“Oh no!” you exclaimed as you brought your hands to your face, “This is going to be a bad one isn’t it!”  
“That depends what it means! It says ‘Are ye sure pal? You know what happened last time!’ then there’s one of those laughing and crying faces. What happened last time?” He questioned you.
You tried to contain the laughter, “nothing, nothing happened last time – at least nothing that you’re all probably thinking anyway! All that happened was a few of us had gone out and had far too much to drink, we all got a taxi and when it was my stop James helped me out of the taxi and then after insisting I was fine… I fell up the steps.” The audience and Michael laughed at your story, you chuckled, after all it had been quite funny.

“Wonderful, we have time for just a few more! Who’s next? ‘Benny C’ is that who I think it is?” you nodded in response. “We have to read this one! It says ‘Sorry not tonight, I’ve got my hands full. However you can both count me in next time!’ At least he’s up for the next time, but what does he mean by both?” he questioned you.
“Well a fair few people know I’m here tonight, he probably just knows it was you” you smiled.
“Hmm,” Michael looked as you quizzically.
“He is Sherlock Holmes after all,” you added “all that detective knowledge has to have rubbed off”
Michael agreed with you and moved on, “Okay, this is the last one now, let’s go for the man himself, your co-star Mr Tom Hiddleston ladies and gentlemen!” The audience cheered, some more excited than others as you heard several women let out high pitched screams.
Your face turned the brightest shade of red possible; you could only hope that he hadn’t said anything that would give the two of you away.
“Let’s see what he has to say shall we,” Michael cleared his throat, “’Darling, we spent six months together making a film and I’ve seen you every night since we got home. Shall I come and pick you up? x T’” Michael took a moment for everyone to process the message he had just read. “Well, well, well! It looks like you were hiding something after all. Anything you want to say?” He asked.
“No, not really” you responded, you could feel yourself getting warmer. You were debating whether or not to address it, although Tom had practically already made that decision for you and left you without a choice. In the end, you decided it was best to talk. “When you shoot a romantic film you spend a lot of time with your co-star and about sixty percent of that time you’re in quite an intimate position.” The redness was starting to disappear from your face, replaced only by a smile that suggested you were happily in love.

“Well ladies and gentlemen, it looks like the show is ending on a lovely note! Thank you to all of tonight’s guests and I’ll see you next week!”

(Part 2)

Ten Years (Part 13 - End!)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,380 ( I mean…)

Warnings: language, fluff, excessive sweetness

A/N: I hope you guys love the fluff. Thanks for sticking with me, and for reading, and for all your sweet messages. <3

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Originally posted by e2barryallen

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Hi! This was requested and I just thought it was soooOoOoO cute that I had to write it, but I think I got carried away so i’m going to make two parts to it so I can do it justice, I hope you like it anon!

Fandom: Disney’s Descendants

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader 

Rating: T for future swearing and Harry Hook in general

Word Count: 2.4k 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Disney’s Descendants, sadly. Disney does :(

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Teens and Up
Summary: There’s no actual plot, Steve is holding Reader and cuddling with her. Pure fluffy fiction with this 6’2” dork.
Word Count: 1.1k
Genre: Fluff!
Warnings: Some light innuendos, but nothing else.

Gif used below isn’t mine, credit to the rightful owner.

On the ground, covered by your favorite fluffy blankets with cushions placed around your bodies, you lied on top of Steve, next to the fireplace as the natural warmth of his figure caressed your skin. You could lie there for hours, your legs intertwined and your finger gently wandering over his sculptured torso as your boyfriend whispered sweet nothings.

Steve could feel your chest expand and contract on top of his, breathing out fresh air that tickled the side of his neck. He tightened his grasp around your waist as he turned slightly and looked out of the window, only to find the night’s welcoming stars beginning to light the ocean behind the cabin. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day.

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Birthday Boy || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: I’m in love with your writing, completely and utterly 😍 no rush for this needed but somehow the reader works out when Jughead’s birthday is, despite him trying to hide it, so the reader throws a little surprise for just the two of them and that’s when he realises she’s the ‘one’??? What do you think?

A/N: Fluff ahead! :D

Gif by @veronicallodges


“Juggie!” Archie called. “Happy birthd—”

Jughead quickly rushed over to the ginger, cupping his hand over his mouth.

“Shh!” Jughead said as he looked around the hallway.

Confident that you weren’t anywhere nearby, he let out a relieved sigh and removed his hand from Archie’s mouth.

“Sorry. Just wanted to make sure Y/N didn’t hear you. Thanks, by the way.” Jughead said looking down, putting his hands in his pockets.

Archie looked at his friend with a confused expression.

“What, do you not want your girlfriend to know when your birthday is or something?” Archie joked.

Jughead frowned and looked down again.

“Never mind.” he said and began to walk off, hoping Archie wouldn’t follow him.

Of course he was wrong.

Archie’s eyes widened.

“Whoa, wait, Jug,” he said, catching up to the raven-haired teen, grabbing his arm.

Jughead stopped.

“Why do you not want Y/N to know today’s your birthday?” he asked.

The beanie-clad teen sighed.

“She… likes to go all-out with events, okay? She’s kind of over the top. Not that I’m complaining!” he quickly added. “It’s just that… her family’s kind of tight on money right now and I don’t want her to feel like she has to throw me this big birthday bash or anything.”

Archie nodded.

“I understand,” he said. “But she’s gonna find out at one time or another, Jug. Want me to “accidentally” let it slip to her?”

Jughead snorted.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll see if I can push it off until next year.” he said and with that, he was off to class.

Archie sighed.

“Why do I have to do everything myself?” he muttered as he walked off to find you.

Later that night, Jughead was lying on the couch at Archie’s watching TV. After careful deliberation, he had finally decided to live at Archie’s for the time being after deciding he could still visit his dad after school and on the weekends to check up on him. Plus, the janitor’s closet was starting to smell.

A knock at the door did nothing to turn Jughead’s attention away from his show.

“It’s open!” he called, not really paying attention to who it could be.

He heard footsteps make their way into the living room, but Jughead didn’t look up. All of a sudden, a box of cherry pie (his favorite) was placed gently on his lap. A card, labeled “Juggie,” was taped on top of it. Then, arms were wrapped gently around his chest and he felt someone kiss his cheek. He quickly turned to see who it was and was greeted by you smiling softly.

“Happy birthday, Jughead.” you said quietly.

His eyes widened.

“Y/N. How-how did you—”

“Archie told me.” you said, cutting him off.

Goddamn it, Archie.

Jughead groaned.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said, pushing his hair back.

You let go of him and he stood up, facing you, the couch the only thing separating the two of you.

“It’s just that… Well… You told me that—”

“We’re tight on money and I tend to go overboard with celebrations,” you giggled. “Archie told me.”

Goddamn it, Archie!

Jughead sighed and you made your way over to him, holding one of his hands in yours.

“Don’t worry about me, okay? And besides… It’s your birthday. If you don’t want me to go overboard, then I won’t. It’s your day after all. That’s why I just got you some pie, a card, and…” you held up the DVDs that were in your other hand. “The Godfather trilogy. What do you say?”

Jughead smiled.

“That’s more than enough. Thank you, Y/N. That sounds great.” he said.

You beamed.

“Okay, good. Now sit down while I get this thing up and running.” you said before turning away, making your way over to the DVD player.

Jughead obliged, sitting down.

How could he get so lucky? What did he deserve to have someone like you? You were so kind, so beautiful, and so funny.

Jughead chuckled quietly to himself.

God, I want to marry—

He froze.

Did he really just think that?

Jughead never thought he would ever get married. Especially after what happened to his parents. Jughead avoided the topic of marriage despite it never coming up between the two of you. It made him uncomfortable and brought up memories of his parents fighting and his mom and Jellybean leaving.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked at you again. You were telling him about what your day had been like so far and your beautiful E/C eyes lit up as you recalled all the details, placing the DVD in the player. You laughed that laugh Jughead loved so much as you told him about that crazy old man who confronted you about the pie in your hands as you walked to the house.

Jughead leaned back into the couch.

Maybe getting married wouldn’t be so bad after all. Especially if the person he was marrying was you.

“…head? Jughead!” you called, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm, what?” he asked, looking up at you.

You rose your eyebrows at him.

“You alright? You looked out of it for a second.” you said as you made your way to the couch, sitting next to him.

Jughead nodded as he put his arm around you. You snuggled into his side and he kissed the crown of your head.

“I’ll tell you later.” he murmured, smiling.

You smiled but stayed quiet.

The movie began to play but during the opening credits, Jughead briefly looked down at your ring finger on your left hand, wondering what your ring size was. He smiled again before turning his attention back to the movie, pulling you closer to him.

All in good time.


A/N: Ah yes, so much fluff!!! Let me know what you thought!!


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TW: swearing, mentions of past sexual encounter 

‘I fucked’ Eggsy said falling on the chair in front of Roxy and Merlin. 

What did you do this time?’ Roxy asked wiping her glasses. She brought them up and examined closely before returning to her task. 

It’s about the princess’ Eggsy groaned ‘I fucked’ 

‘Oh I’ve seen’ Merlin sighed.

What?’ Eggsy sat up straight.

The glasses’ Merlin didn’t even look at him too occupied with the computer in front of him ‘They work the certain way. Thank God I could disconnect’ 

Eggsy opened his mouth trying to say something but when he heard Roxy’s giggle he just cleared his throat and loosened his tie. The blush that at first appeared on his cheeks went down his neck. ‘It’s not what I mean. It’s about Y/N’ 

‘I hope you took off your glasses then. We don’t need to scar our Merlin anymore’ Roxy smiled putting her own spectacles on her nose and winking when she caught her friends gaze. 

For fucks sake that’s not what it is about!’ Eggsy tried again. ‘Y/N found out about my….’ he moved his hand around looking for a word. ‘political meeting’ 

Roxy scoffed. ‘I’m sure you were deep in the topic’ she smirked tapping her fingers on the table.‘From all sides’ 

With well prepared oral presentation’ Merlin added moving to another screen to cheek all the data. 

Okay hahaha’ Eggsy stood up taking his glasses off ‘Very fuckin funny. I’m out so you two can be thirsty together’ he turned around and started moving towards metal door at the end of the room.

Oh calm down!’ Roxy laughed. ‘What’s wrong?’ 

Eggsy’s step faltered and he slowly leaned against the nearest wall. ‘Y/N found out about it’ 

‘So what? You two aren’t a thing’ Roxy said slowly raising an eyebrow ‘And as I recall you didn’t want to be’ she bit her lip waiting for her friend’s answer. 

Young agent turned around to face her, his shoulder’s dropping. ‘Yeah…it was bullshit wasn’t it?’ 

‘I know’ Roxy gave him a half-smile. ‘It wasn’t that hard to notice’ 

Eggsy looked down at his shoes smiling a little bit. Oh it wan’t hard to notice at all. Everyone was pretty aware about the feelings that might have blossomed between you too. And if it wasn’t enough Eggsy being constantly a bad flirt or tong-tied when you were near or a silly smile crossing his features at every mention of your name didn’t help to hide his crush on you very well. The man himself was pretty much aware of it. 

He played a little bit with his shoes until Merlin asked him to continue. 

Unwin took a deep breath before straightening his posture. ‘And she thinks that it is a thing now. That me and the princess are a thing’ he put his back against the wall. ‘Especially now that Tilde invited me to her country’  

‘And you didn’t want it to go this far’ Roxy chimed in.

I didn’t want it to go anywhere at all….I just…when we beat up Valentine I was this hero and I was pretty amazing and truly remarkable….I mean like really! Anyway…’ he stopped upon seeing his friends’ faces ‘I was high on adrenaline and she was pretty and a freaking princess. I was just dumb…’

‘That’s what happens when you don’t think with your brain but with your little friend over there’ Roxy nodded putting her legs on the table in front of her. ‘Let me guess - Y/N decided to put a stop on your little flirting and wished you all the best with the princess’

‘Yeah pretty much’ Eggsy sighed ‘Tilde called when I was talking with Y/N so she heard how much her parents want to meet me and stuff’

‘Oh dear’ Merlin leaned in his chair. ‘Lost situation’

‘Thanks Merlin’ the agent glared at the older man ‘Is there a way to fix it?’ 

‘Maybe just talk with her? Why people don’t talk?!’ Roxy raised her hands up. ‘It’s not like it’s hard’ 

‘And what am I gonna say hmm?’ Eggsy laughed humorlessly ‘Oh hi Y/N I know that we’ve had this thing not really a thing but something going on and then you found out I slept with someone else and I am probably in relationship with her but hey! Let’s forget that’s ever happened and come back to our flirting for the next years. Good plan? Yeah thanks’ he huffed out the air. 

So maybe it’s a time to finally do something with this “something” you’ve got’ Merlin said tapping with his fingers on his computer desk. 

No…I don’t think…Y/N doesn’t….’ Eggsy started.

Damn it!’ Roxy hit her palms on the table’You’re always a smart-ass but the moment you need to do something to be with a woman you love you turn into a coward!’

‘Woah! WOAH!’ Eggsy shouted backing away from Lancelot. ‘I’m not in love with Y/N!’

Both Merlin and Roxy groaned. 

For fuck’s sake’ Merlin whispered taking off his classes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Are you even serious?!’ Roxy brushed her hair with her fingers. ‘Okay…I’m not getting into this just stop this bullshit and we can move on’ 

‘Denial will not help your situation Galahad’ the other man in the room added. 

I….’ Eggsy tried to say something.

Shut up. Stop lying to us and yourself’ Roxy interrupted quickly ‘You wooed a princess the moment she laid her eyes on you. A princess! What makes Y/N different?’ 

Eggsy took a deep breath ‘It’s Y/N’ 

‘Wow…’ Roxy rolled her eyes.

No! It’s just Y/N. It’s that simple. She’s just her…. And she’s good and amazing and smart and kind. She likes those stupid spy novels and leaves them for me to read so later we can laugh at them together. She hums songs from old musicals when she sees me after I told her how much I like them. She always fixes my tie before missions and wipes my glasses on her shirts. She always waits until I come back from wherever the hell you guys sent me and it’s so…great to have someone who cares that much. It’s so effortless to be with her. You don’t have to talk nor do anything really. Even JB doesn’t want to leave her side’ he chuckled. 

Eggsy looked at his friends scratching the back of his head. ‘That’s why it’s different’ 

Roxy smiled at him nodding. ‘Not in love my ass’ 

Eggsy gently rolled her eyes turing sideways to hide a small blush that dusted his cheeks. 

Wanna know a secret?’ Roxy added. Unwin looked at her with raised eyebrow. 

Y/N loves you too’ the girl laughed ‘Don’t blew it over some princess. As you said yourself - it’s Y/N’ 

Roxy’s laughter echoed on the corridor when the doors leading to the room they were in opened and Eggsy left in hurry. 

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EXO’s S/O Is Sassy!

contains: fluff / sass / thirsty boys / slight NSFW / more sass

[[ // Masterlist // ]]

// Minseok

Minseok came home from the practice in the mood again, but you weren’t. You had so much work to do, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to finish it all.

He put his hand on your knee. “How much more do you have to do, Jagi?”

“A lot.”

“Do you think you might want a break soon?” he asked, leaning in close to you.

“No time.”

He nipped your ear. “We can be quick.”

“I didn’t know that all those months ago, I had said yes to dating a walking, talking boner! Silly me! I should have gotten an entire man!”

Minseok leaned back, eyes wide. He’d gotten the message loud and clear and left you alone to work. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him grab his laptop and leave the room.

The next day though, you were the one feeling needy, and you hoped you hadn’t shut him down too hard.

Of course not; it’s Minseok. He’s always ready to go to town with you.

Originally posted by squishy-mushy

// Junmyeon

You were watching old episodes of Everybody Hates Chris when Junmyeon walked in front of the TV doing the Growl choreography.


“I am moving!” he joked. “으르렁 으르렁 으르렁 대!”

“Boy, if you don’t get out of the way, I will knock you into next week.”

He kept dancing…

Seven days later, Junmyeon showed up at the door with flowers. You took them, but still had scorn on your face. “Have you learned your lesson?" 

He bowed. "Yes, Jagi, my love.”

“Okay.” You stepped aside and let him in.

“Can I make it up to you?” he pleaded.

“I don’t know, can you?” You crossed your arms.

His lips went straight to your neck, and you allowed it.

Originally posted by junmayeon

// Yixing

It wasn’t often you got snippy around Yixing, because he never provoked you, but the flight attendant sure did when he woke you up by rudely lifting your seat and slamming your tray closed.

“What was that?”

“We’re landing,” he said, not looking at you.

“Hmm. Glad to know we’re flying Asshole Airlines. I’ll remember next time we need to travel.”

Yixing had his eyes wide next to you, unable to believe what he’d just heard.

“Never. Again,” you said to him, your signal that this was a business you would no longer be patronizing.

He nodded and pulled you close to him so you could calm down. Being near him always did that. You rested your hot head on his chest until you landed in Changsha, cooled down and ready to meet his parents.

Originally posted by ygyixing

// Baekhyun

“I’m creeping in your heart bae!” Baekhyun sang in your ear as he hugged you tightly. Sometimes you were in the mood for his antics, but today was not one of those days. You were stressed and just needed to focus on your work so it could be done.

“Baekhyun, if you sing one more line…”

“Creeping, creeping, creeping!!!”

“Hey, you know who wants to hear you? Why don’t you go find Chanyeol? He loves hearing your loud mouth.”

Baekhyun stopped singing and slinked away from you singing softly, “You huuurt me… so bad, so bad… you huuurt me…”

Later on when you were no longer stressed, you felt bad, but he wouldn’t let you make it up to him.

“No, I think you made it clear you hate me now, Jagi! I’m going to sleep in Chanyeol’s bed tonight!”

“Baeeekie, don’t be like that…”

You reeled him back into your arms with promises of cuddles and kisses, reminding him that when you were stressed, you got crankier.

Originally posted by iyeolie

// Jongdae

You and Jongdae looked at the spilled milk between the two of you.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you had just let me pour,” he said.

“ThiS wOulDn’T haVe HapPenED iF yOU haD juSt LeT me pOur!” you repeated in your most derisive imitation of Jongdae possible.

“Ahhh waeee!”

“ahHh wAeEE!” you mocked again. “Sit your butt down and let me fix my own breakfast.”

Jongdae was taken aback and left the kitchen. As you wiped the floor and added the little bit of milk you had left to your Frosted Flakes, you felt like you might have been a little harsh. It was only milk; you could buy more.

You walked into the dining room ready to apologize, but you were surprised to find Jongdae giving you his bedroom eyes.

“What… are you serious?” you asked in disbelief.

“I didn’t know you could be so sassy, Jagi…” he growled at you.

Somehow, Jongdae always got his way. An hour later, you sat down to extremely soggy cereal with a slight ache in your legs.

Originally posted by chenclusive

// Chanyeol

Chanyeol texted you sweet things often when he wasn’t around, but sometimes you liked to mess with him.

He sent: Hello aaaangle

You sent: I never knew I was an angle

He sent: Of course, you’re my one and only angle :)

You sent: What kind of angle am I?

He sent: An angle with more beauty than any other

Then he sent: Wait… why didn’t you tell me that was the wrong word.  How long were you going to let me type the wrong word

You sent: Learn how to spell, Chan

He sent: I’m not coming home from the studio tonight

You didn’t answer, and in an hour, he showed up at the door, worried that you were mad at him.  You’d played him right into your hands once again, and had him begging for your cuddles and your attention.  You gave it in small doses until you were ready to give him your undivided attention.

Originally posted by dailypetal

// Kyungsoo

You were watching TV on the couch alone when Kyungsoo changed the channel without asking you.


“There’s something I want to show you,” he said, sitting next to you. “This is that show I said was really good.”

“I’m not going to like it if it’s interrupting my drama. Change it back.”

“I thought we could watch this together, since it’s a rerun from the beginning.”

“Kyungsoo… do you like your face?” you asked, turning to him. “If you do, I suggest you change the channel back.”

Little did you know, you had just declared a war. Kyungsoo was the king of threats. The war escalated to near nuclear levels before you decided to call it a stalemate because both of the shows had gone off!

“…What do you want to do now?” he asked.

“Eat your face,” you said with a smirk. “I like your face.” Kyungsoo’s angry side really got you going for some reason.

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

// Jongin

“I missed seeing you, Jagi,” he said, holding you close to him, sounding more sincere than he’d ever sounded about anything.  He had been gone for nearly a month and had only been able to Skype you three times total.

“I don’t blame you… if I couldn’t see me for a month, I’d miss me too.”

Jongin laughed and hit you lightly on the shoulder, and you laughed along with him.  It was just one of those overly-cocky moods that popped up on occasion, turning your usually confident self up a few notches.

“Jaaagi, I’m serious!”  He calmed down.  “I missed you a lot.”

He shyly pulled you into his lap and held your hand against his chest.

You pecked him on the nose and he grinned bigger than you’d ever seen him grin as he stared lovingly into your eyes.  You could probably get him to agree to whatever you wanted him to do.  Hmm… what did you want him to do…?

Originally posted by iamlatinaandilovekpop

// Sehun

“Jagi, what do you think of this outfit? Jaw dropping?”

Sehun stepped out of the dressing room and did a twirl for you. You stepped forward and took the tag on the leather jacket.

“Only thing jaw dropping is how much it costs. Find something else.”

“This is the best thing in the store… don’t I deserve the best?” he whined.

“I think you can learn a lesson from Tao. He says cheap clothes become expensive when he wears them, not the other way around.”

Sehun’s eyes went wide with a “what did you just say to me?!” face and you pushed him back into the changing room.

The door opened a few seconds later and he had his signature “not having it” face on. “Maybe if you made more money, we could have anything we wanted.”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a brat we wouldn’t have to get every little thing you see!”

It sounded like a real fight to the other customers in the store, but when you got to the car, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Sehun secretly liked it when you sassed him back… he liked it a lot. Almost as if it was a kink of his and he provoked you on purpose sometimes. Almost.


Originally posted by iyeolie

Mending Ties & Tying Knots - Phanfic

DISCLAIMER: I know nothing about Dan’s actual family life, and this story is purely fictional.

PROMPT: Dan has to go back home for his brother’s graduation, and things still aren’t the best between him and his father. Phil tries to negotiate with Dan’s father the next morning.

TW: family drama, family problems

TAGS: angsty fluff(?), angst, implied smut, phan softness, i love soft kisses

A/N: This phanfic took me like two months to write so I hope you guys like it! lol


“Wipe that fucking expression off your face before I slap it off!” His father screamed, his fist still on the table after pounding into the wooden surface. “Do you hear me, Daniel James?”

Dan tried his hardest to keep his expression neutral, erasing the fear from his eyes as best he could. About an hour before, he had begun explaining his equal attraction to men and women to his mother. She had listened, taking in every bit of information he tried telling her. Things were going well until his father came home. Now that his mother had relayed the information to him, things were about to take a drastic turn for the worse.

His father turned and walked slowly towards the dining chair Dan was sitting on. He leaned in close, speaking lowly. Dan could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Listen to me. Let me make myself perfectly clear. No son of mine will ever be seen holding hands with a man.” He pointed a finger right underneath Dan’s chin. “Is that understood?” His son nodded slowly. “Good. I’m going out again, Karen.”

His heavy footsteps shook the whole house as he walked out the back door. Dan fought back tears as he heard the door slam shut.

The train shook violently from side to side, jolting him awake. “You okay, bear?” A voice questioned. He turned to his left to see his boyfriend Phil sitting beside him, his phone in his hand. Dan was frozen, taking in his new surroundings before replying. “Yeah. Strange dream.” Phil smiled softly, giving the former a quick kiss to the temple before resting his head on the former’s shoulder.

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Summary: Coffee have always been key to lighten up your mood in cloudy days. Specially when its made by your favorite barista.

Author: @sleepywinchester prev. deanwincehster-af | Mobile Masterlist 

Pairings: Barista!Sam x Plus Size!Reader

Words: 1.4k+ 

Beta: @waywardlullabies​ 

Warnings: None.

A/N: Guys… Things are gonna get interesting from now on. Just warning y’all.  Feedback is always appreciated it! <3


“I’m not drinking. Ever. Again.”

Your words came out slowly and with an under gruff tone. The morning after your birthday party wasn’t as festive and carefree as the night before. Instead, you woke up with a dry mouth and headache. Events of the night were mostly blurry or non-existent in your mind. Only recalling all the tequila you drank, the money you won and that you ended up in your apartment heavily drunk.

Sam scoffed with a small flat smile as he slid the hot coffee towards you. Inhaling the smell of brewed coffee made your insides flutter with joy. The smell of coffee being really satisfying in this moment of regret. Blowing air in order to cold the coffee before you took a small sip.

“Thank you,” you sighed placing the cup on the counter.

Sam nodded with a weak smile. “Babe?” he said softly catching your attention.

You watched him laid both hands above the kitchen counter. Something was off about him since both of you woke up this morning, being mostly silence and pensive. You gave Sam a nod with an arched eyebrow as answer instead asking what.

Sam clenched his jaw, “Do your remember anything that happened last night?”

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Who else dad is weird like this 🙄
  • *in another world at another time*
  • Me: *gets text*
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Dad?
  • Dad: Hey there, dear. 😉
  • Dad: Last time I checked I was. 😂
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god!
  • Roommate: Please stop screaming, I'm in a very intense debate about the merits of socialism with an online friend, and I can't concentrate with you making such a racket.
  • Me: Socialism? Aren't you incredibly rich and vain?
  • Roommate: I'm a Trotskyist, you fool.
  • Me: Who cares! My dad's alive!
  • Roommate: I wasn't aware that your dad was dead?
  • Me: Neither was I. I thought he had just abandoned me and my mom all those years ago. I have quite a story about it. When I was about 14, my dad took me on a road trip to go to IHOP for a delicious breakfast. After we had finished, he got up to use the bathroom and never returned. He left me stranded in a strange IHOP two states over.
  • Roommate: You traveled two states away to go to an IHOP?
  • Me: I mean, it was a road trip.
  • Roommate: How do you know it's your dad?
  • Me: Check my phone, it says dad right there. Of course he's my dad.
  • Roommate: It could be anyone.
  • Me: There's no one else in my contacts with the name dad, other than my dad, ya goober. In fact, with every new phone I've gotten I always added his old phone number to the contacts in case of a moment just like this.
  • Roommate: Even still, don't you think it's suspicious that your father is contacting you via text nearly a decade after he abandoned you?
  • Me: No.
  • Roommate: Not even a bit?
  • Me: No. *buzz* Oh, he texted me again!
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Me, of course! 😘
  • Dad: No.
  • Me: What?
  • Dad: You're my fifth favorite daughter.
  • Me: I don't understand.
  • Dad: I have six daughters and you're my fifth favorite one. The sixth one died in a scuba diving accident.
  • Me: So I'm your least favorite daughter?
  • Dad: No, don't think of it like that! You're not my least favorite daughter, you're just my least favorite LIVING daughter. 😉
  • Me: That doesn't make me feel better.
  • Dad: Ah, it doesn't matter. You remember me, your dad, the big wacky goofball! 😝
  • Me: I remember you trading my bicycle for coke.
  • Dad: It's a thing of the past, my daughter who I love the least. I don't want to worry about the past, let's meet up and discuss the future.
  • Me: OMG You want to meet up? Where?
  • Dad: IHOP, for old time's sake, but this time let's make it the one in town.
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god, I'm meeting up with my dad!
  • Roommate: I'm right here, you don't have to yell.
  • Me: I'm so excited. I'm reconnecting with my father. Most girls can only dream of this moment.
  • Roommate: He honestly sounds like a terrible person.
  • Me: People change.
  • Roommate: Yeah, sometimes they become worse.
  • Me: You're just overly pessimistic because you're a goth and also a Trotskyist.
  • Roommate: Eh, I can't deny it.
  • *later at IHOP*
  • Me: *waiting at table* I can't wait to see my dad again. I wonder what he looks like. I bet he's a businessman now. Oh, or maybe he's a priest. *notices commotion at the front of the store* Hmm?
  • Waitress: Sir, please wait to be seated.
  • Disheveled Dude: I'm meeting up with someone, you flighty broad. There's not much time. Get out of my way.
  • Me: *internally* At least that guy isn't my dad.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, there she is. *runs and sits at my table* Oh my god, is that my little girl. You've grown up so much. You look way too much like your mom. It's bringing back some really bad memories. I'm sorta regretting. Just joking. Hahaha. WHERE THE FUCK IS OUR WAITRESS, I'M TRYING TO EAT HERE!?
  • Me: What a coincidence it is that the horrible man making a scene at the front of the restaurant is my dad...
  • Disheveled Dude: What's with the distant look on your face? You're acting like you saw a ghost. Haha, maybe you do think I'm a ghost. Hey, sorry about leaving you at the IHOP all those years ago. Kinda got bored of the whole dad thing. JESUS CHRIST, CAN YOU GUYS FUCKING HURRY UP AND GET US A WAITRESS. F-Fuck. *wipes sweat off forehead*
  • Me: Dad?
  • Disheveled Dude: WHAT!?
  • Me: *jumps in seat*
  • Disheveled Dude: Sorry, I've been really on edge recently. *nervously looks over shoulder* Where the fuck are these waitresses?
  • Me: Dad... *gets teary eyed*
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh god, are you gonna start crying on me.
  • Me: *sniffles* I'm sorry, I just missed you so much.
  • Disheveled Dude: Yeah, yeah, I missed you too. Time to move onto the next thing. Inheritance. Uh, I'm gonna die eventually, so you can have all of my money. *put suitcase stuffed with cash on the table and pushes it towards me* You can just have it now, for all I care. I mean, you never know when I'm gonna die.
  • Me: Dad, I don't want your money. I just want to spend time with you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Well, you can spend all the time in the world with me once you accept the fat wads of cash in this suitcase. I just need you to say verbally that you're accepting this money from me as a legitimate form of inheritance.
  • Me: Dad, please. I just want to talk to you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Come on and take the fucking cash, Elizabeth.
  • Me: My name's not Elizabeth.
  • Disheveled Dude: Okay, whatever. Take the money and clearly dictate that you are accepting the entirety of this money as a legitimate form of inheritance from your loving father. You can use it for college, you're college aged right. Or prenatal care. I don't fucking know. What shitty kid doesn't want FREE FUCKING MONEY!?
  • Me: *stands up from seat* Dad! You're the worst ever! I hate you! *runs out of IHOP sobbing*
  • Disheveled Dude: Fuck, I knew that wasn't going to work. *notices how dark it is outside* It's almost here. I wasted so much goddamn time. I'm never going to get rid of this thing. FUCK!
  • Waitress: *nervously* I can help you now, sir.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, so now you show up. I'm not so hungry now. In fact, I've lost my entire damn appetite.
  • Waitress: I'm sorry, sir. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry.
  • Disheveled Dude: Which one of those cars outside is yours?
  • Waitress: The red one.
  • Disheveled Dude: That broken down piece of shit?
  • Waitress: Yes.
  • Disheveled Dude: Guess, there's no other choice. It'll have to do. Give me your fucking keys.
  • Waitress: What?
  • Disheveled Dude: *points gun at waiter* GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING KEYS!
  • Waitress: *drops keys on the table*
  • Disheveled Dude: *tosses wads of cash at the waitress* That's easily $200,000. Go buy yourself a better car. You might want to make it quick. *runs out of IHOP*
  • Waitress: *watches disheveled dude speed off* Why is it so dark outside and where did everyone go? I guess it doesn't matter now, though. $200,000. That's a lot of money. I wonder what I'm gonna do with all this? I'm so excited that I'm lightheaded. The future is so bright now.
  • Wall of Darkness: *encroaches*
Sirius x Reader: Mo & Pa (Pt3)

Warnings: Swearing, Death, Spoilers (it’s like a shitty summary of every HP book)

Requested: Hellz yeh

A/N: I’M ACTUALLY LIKE SO PROUD OF THIS???? It’s really long sorry guys, I couldn’t put it in two parts bc then it wouldn’t make sense x This is the last ever part to my only ever series!!! I hope you all enjoy reading my loves xxx




“Fuck.” You exclaimed, putting your hands on the kitchen countertop.

“What? What is it? Are you-” Sirius said quickly, rushing over to you.

“No, I’m just- we’ve been celebrating the wrong wedding anniversary for 8 years.”

“No we haven’t.”

You shoved the wedding invitation at him, “Oh, we have.” He looked up at you and laughed, his bushy brows slightly arched and grey eyes twinkling grey as he let the piece of paper flutter onto the dark marble.

Giggling slightly, you watched Sirius turn around and walk back to the living room, undoubtedly to finish tidying up. As you sat on the stool, you frowned. The seat was wet. Weird, I haven’t spilt a drink I- “OH FUCK.”

“Y/N can you please stop with that, I keep thinking you’re in labour and it’s quite stressful.” Sirius called, “Oh godric, you’re in labour.”

The contractions quickly, and aggressively, followed. Sirius bolted up the wooden stairs, muttering ‘I’m gonna be a dad, holy shit’, to grab your pre-packed, leather hospital bag.

You waved your wand and the phone flew from the counter to your hand. Remus was on speed dial.

“It’s time!” You half whispered/ half giggled into the phone, one hand on your belly as Sirius skidded into the kitchen, looking flustered.

“Muggle hospitals are weird.” Sirius whispered, holding your hand and looking around.

“Shut up.” You said, thankfully taking the ice chips from Remus.

The hours dragged, painfully (for you), on. Until finally, 5 hours later, the doctor announced it was time to push.

“I’ll wait outside.” Remus announced, rising from his hospital chair.

“Remus Lupin, you have seen me throw up firewhiskey at 3am whilst simultaneously practicing for a charms exam that was at 8am. You will stay. right. here.” You breathed through gritted teeth.

A small smile played on his scarred face and he walked up the top of your bed. Sirius on one side and Remus on the other.


“Wow, please don’t grip my hand so hard.”


“God I hate you Black.”


“Almost there Y/N.”

“Moons, I’m gonna be a dad.”




“It’s a girl.”

You gasped as the doctor lay your tiny baby girl on your chest, “Hello little one. Oh aren’t you perfect…” You crooned.

Looking up at the two men either side of you, you could see the tears forming in their eyes.

“Congratulations guys, she’s- she is perfect.” Remus smiled, wiping a tear from his eye.

“Perfect.” Sirius mumbled, almost in disbelief.

All three of you stayed in the room that night, staring at your baby girl, the same unsaid words in your mind.

“Do you remember when Lils had Harry and she didn’t let any of you be in the same room as him if you had your wands?” You finally mumbled.

“She’d probably do the same for this little pup if she could.” Sirius grinned, playing with her hand.

Remus ruffled his hair, “They’re watching. Hell, James is probably having a party.”

“I’d name her Lily but I think Harry has the right to that.”

“Evans.” Sirius and Remus said simultaneously.

“Evans, you like that? Evans Black.” You whispered.

Smiling, you closed your eyes, knowing that Lily and James were there, even if you couldn’t see them, because they’d never miss this for the world.

You were happy, with your new baby, surrounded by friends and Harry safe at school.

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kkenobi  asked:

Hey Moddy! Can I request a sick!obi wan who's a new master, and trying to hide being sick little kid anakin? And of course fails, cause ani adores his master and obi wans all pitiful. Just a fluffy sickfic :) merci!

“You’re a goober Master.” Anakin patted his hand gently despite the words and Obi-Wan would have answered…if he hadn’t lost his voice.

Instead he just gave his apprentice a miserable look and then coughed into the tissue the other had brought him. Honestly, it just wasn’t fair, he was suppose to look after Anakin, not the other way around though he had to admit that Anakin was doing a rather spiffing job of it.

Obi-Wan had tissues, had water and tea, had a bit of soup that he had managed to get down his swollen throat and Anakin kept a cloth with a cold gel pack inside and kept turning it to make sure Obi-Wan was keeping as cool as possible as the fever reducers were working away in his blood stream.

He hadn’t wanted Anakin to know he was sick originally, he had wanted to tough it out…until his fever got so bad he was sweating and he lost his voice which at that point everything was pretty clear that Obi-Wan was sick as a akk dog.

Which left him at this point on the couch, wearing just his underwear and a long sleep tunic that had once belonged to Qui-Gon with a thin blanket on him. It was comfort even if it no longer smelled like the old man.

“You know you’re suppose to let people look after you when you’re sick right?” Anakin peeked down at him with those big blue eyes.

Obi-Wan just gave a little grunt.

“Hmm..” Anakin peered him before shifting and standing in front of the couch. “Lift your head up a bit master Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan sighed, sore and aching and just ugh, gross feeling but did as told, lifting his head up from the pillow.

The blond instantly snatched it and sat down, patting his lap with a big smile. “There, place your head here, we got soup and tea in the heated containers and a jug of juice, so settle your head here.” He chirped.

Obi-Wan blinked then grunted, feeling to off to argue, not that he had the voice for it anyhow. He settled his head on the ten year old’s lap and then blinked at how comfortable it was, settling down as Anakin shifted the cold cloth on his forehead.

“See? Better.” Anakin beaned down at him.

Obi-Wan made a low grateful noise and projected his gratefulness through the Force, closing his eyes at the gentle fingers that started to pet his hair.

“You know, it be easier if you just asked for help in the start. I asked Tru, he said that padawans are suppose to help their masters.” Anakin continued and Obi-Wan gave a soft sigh.

To his surprise Anakin instantly snorted.

“No, that doesn’t mean you’re a bad master, you’re a great master!” He beamed down at Obi-Wan while the copper haired knight blinked back up at him.

“Yah, of course I can understand you.” Anakin blinked back. “I mean…slaves learn to read a lot of body language and we got that bond thing going and…” He hesitated. “Do you want me to stop?”

Obi-Wan gave a cautious head shake at that, not wanting to aggravate his head.

“Oh good because its easier to tell what you need right now since you don’t have a voice.” The blond continued, hand going back to petting Obi-Wan’s hair before shifting on the cold cloth.

“Do you want more water or tea? Or do you think you could stomach some soup?” Anakin tried after like an hour, waking Obi-Wan from his drowsy state. “Its important to get fluids down.” He added hopefully.

Obi-Wan sighed and eyed the little selection of tea, water and soup before looking up at him and pointing at the soup.

It made it worth it when Anakin instantly perked up and leaned forward to pull the covered soup cup to the edge of the table while Obi-Wan sat up a bit so he could sip. Well, things could be worse…he could be utterly alone he thought as he accepted the cup from Anakin with a small smile.

Imagine Phone Sex with Happy. *Smut*

WARNINGS: SMUT! Dirty Talk! YUMMY HAPPY! Phone Sex!!

“I’ll see you in a week little girl. It ain’t that long.” Happy told you and you pouted crossing your arms over your chest, “But that’s so long, I’ll miss you.” You told him and he rolled his eyes but smirked anyways as he pulled you close by your waist, “You ain’t gonna miss me you’re gonna miss my dick.” Happy growled into your ear nibbling your ear lobe, “Yeah you’re probably right.” You chuckled as he slapped your ass.

“Happy you ready to roll out?” Juice asked then smirked when he saw you two, “Maybe we should wait.” Juice smiled widely and you smiled as you pushed Happy away making him wink. “Love you Old Man. Be safe guys.”

It was dreadful his run was longer than he said it was supposed to be, longer by how much, a fucking week and a half. You were restless and all you wanted was your Old Man, you wanted his arms wrapped around you at night, his hands playing with your hair putting the both of you to sleep, you wanted to wake up sprawled out on his chest in the morning.

You grabbed your phone as you laid out on your bed it was late and you wondered if he would still be up, “I’ll call him.” You said as you grabbed your phone and dialed him, “Hmm.” You heard Happy groan, “Did I wake you Old Man?” You chuckled and Happy sucked in the sound.

“I was about to.” He told you, and you knew he was telling the truth from his low, husky voice, “Oh…I’ll call you tomorrow.” You started but heard Happy grunt, “Nah, that’s alright baby.” Happy said as he grabbed his cigarette lighting it as he put the phone on his ear, “So how was everything with the club?” You asked as you laid back down staring up at your ceiling, “Well Kozik got his ass beat by Quinn.” He chuckled and you sighed, “What did blondie say this time?”

Happy took a drag of his cigarette and rolled his eyes, “Kozik said Quinn was a softy.” Your man smirked and you laughed, “Oh Kozik.” You replied, your smile dropping, “I miss you Hap.” You said after a while and Happy sighed. “I know baby…I miss you too.” He blew out smoke, the gray cloud filling the room before disappearing from the fan by his bed, “You been faithful?”

Happy laughed and you smiled, you both knew that Happy would never cheat no matter what everyone thought about him, “Yup. Your pussy is the only one for me.” Happy smirked as he put took a  hit of his cigarette, “Good cause your cock is the only one that makes me wet.” You smirked when you heard his groan, “Yeah?”

“Oh definitely, I’m always wet for you big man.” You told him with a low voice and Happy put his cigarette in his ash tray, “You gettin’ wet right now girl?” He asked licking his lips and you nodded, “Mhmm, very.” You groaned and Happy put a hand on his semi hard member, his jeans adding a good friction, “Tell me.” He growled in your ear and you bit your lip, “What are you in baby?” Happy asked, his husky voice sending shivers through your body.

“Those red lace panties you bought me, the ones with the little bow on the back, and your white tee.” You told him, and you heard him breath out deeply, “Take em off for me” He growled and you slowly pushed down your panties, your phone being held against your shoulder. “Fuck I miss your hands touching me.” You whined.

Happy palmed himself with a groan, “You miss me huh. Miss my cock in that pretty pussy?” You bit your lip, “Yes.” You moaned as you spread your legs, “Don’t touch yourself, just listen to me.” Happy smirked at your whine, “You miss the way I would run my hands up your sides. Touching those perfect tits of yours as I suck on your neck, that spot that you love so much just under your jaw. Feel it?” Happy asked as he pushed down his jeans and boxers, his cock springing free from his confines, “I miss it so much.” You told him as you took one of you hands groping your breast squeezing just like Happy, well not exactly like him.

You pictured his hard and rough, calloused hands running up to your breast then up to your neck imagining his lips, “Happy.” You moaned, “My hands running over those hips that I love, before gripping your thighs as I grind my dick against that sweet, sweet pussy. All wet for my cock that you love so much. Thinking about it pressing against your wetness, damn I always love how wet you are.” Happy’s growl made you moan, your hand running over your thighs then the inside before running over your wet slit. I love running my cock over that wet pussy, can you do that for me? Run those nice fingers over your pussy. Get those fingers nice and shiny for me baby girl.” He growled as he used his pre-cum to guide his hand over his swollen cock.

“I miss you so much.” You moaned as you got your fingers wet, running them between your lower lips like he ordered, “What do ya miss about it?”

You took a shaky, “I miss how well it fit in my mouth, love the way you’d grip my hair as you fucked my throat. I love the dark veins that run under, the caramel skin and red tip, fuck.” You moaned, the thought of him making you clench, his growl sexy. “Shit.” The man cursed as he squeezed his hand, at the tip slightly with a groan, “I wanna fuck you so bad, push my cock right into that wet little pussy, nice and slow. Make you beg for me to fuck you. Fuck you rough and hard just how you like it.” He growled. You sucked in a harder breath as you pushed two fingers into yourself slowly like he told you, slowly pushing them in and out picturing his cock instead.

“Take off your shirt, let me see you, wanna picture that sexy body that I love so much.” You obeyed and put the phone down and took your shirt off, tossing it on the floor and put your phone on speaker. Which you should have done earlier since you’re at home alone. You licked your fingers, picturing Happy inside of your mouth and you heard a chuckle, “You suckin your fingers girl?” You didn’t answer and Happy only smirked as he heard your muffled moan, “You always did love worshiping my cock Y/N. Love running that gorgeous tongue over my head, sucking on the tip.”

As he described you followed along, your tongue licking the tips of your fingers then sucking them slightly, “Mhmm.” You moaned, “I love your mouth but I love your pussy more, come on baby put those fingers were my dick should be.” His voice was a low growl and it made your body explode with heat, you loved his voice, god he had the best voice for phone sex. So raspy, and hoarse, rough and all around sinful.

You ran your wet fingers down to your entrance and pushed them in slowly making you gasp, “Just like that Y/N. Come on little girl, you want me to fuck you? Want my cock in your pussy?” You choked out a yes, “Happy please, I want it so bad inside me.” You told him and Happy growled, “Go ahead, fuck yourself on those fingers girl, just the way I do.” He told you as he ran his hand up and down his dick fast, his fingers tight around his member mimicking your tight walls but it wasn’t enough, “Sonofabitch.” He cursed in frustration, “YES!” You moaned as you pressed your other hand on your clit rubbing in a quick circle, “Y/N.” He called but you were lost as you pictured him, “Baby.”

Your tightly shut eyes opened at his frustrated voice, “W-what? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t fucking jack off.” He told you and you laughed, “I’m serious, I haven’t needed to jack off since I got your sweet ass pussy with me.” Your Old Man cursed and you sighed, “But…But Happy please can’t you try. Just picture how wet I am for you, just thinking about your amazing cock deep inside me, fucking me like an Old Man should.” You told him in a sultry voice and heard him curse, “Y/N.” He sighed but you cut him off, “Please just try. Don’t you want me Old Man?” You moaned as you put your fingers back into your wet entrance, “Course I fucking want you.” Happy growled.

“Good. I want you so bad Happy.” You moaned, “Can’t you hear?” You bit your lips as you pumped yourself with your fingers, the sound of your juices against your fingers making Happy groan. The image of you laying in bed, naked and fucking yourself was making it easier and easier for him. “Shit baby.” Happy growled, you heard him spit into his hand and another grunt as he put himself in his hand, running it up and down tightly. “So fucking tight baby.”

“Mhmm…only for you.” You moaned as you pushed in a third finger going faster, “Come on Happy. Yes! Fuck me harder.” Your moans were loud in the empty room, “Want it harder little girl?” Happy growled as he went faster, “Yes please Happy! I need it so bad!” You moaned, “Go ahead baby, fuck that little pussy harder.” Happy grunted as pumped his cock, your voice loud and erotic in his ear, “Damn you sound so wet baby.” He stated and you whimpered, “H-Hap…Happy I’m gonna…”

“Shhh no you’re not little girl, you’re gonna hold it.” He growled and licked his lips, “Come on Happy. Fuck your pussy.” You moaned, holding off as much as you could, you needed to cum bad. “Want me to cum around your cock, hmm?” You questioned.

Happy’s head went back into the pillows with a groan, “Yes, I wanna fuck you so good. Shit.” Your next words were a moan and they made Happy growl loudly, “Show me who owns it.” Happy growled and felt his stomach tighten, “Shit, come on baby cum with me.” Happy’s raspy voice and growl was all you needed. You came with a loud scream of his name, your fingers working inside of you and on your clit quickly, “Happy!” You moaned and Happy let out a low rumble as he came in his hand, his movements not stopping, “Oh fuck.” He grunted and slowed before stopping, as did you.

“That was good.” You sighed, as you laid your arms out, sprawled out on your bed, “Not as good as me really fucking my Old Lady.” Happy grumbled as he grabbed some tissues on his table, wiping his hand clean, then tucked himself back in his pants. “Oh shut up. Don’t ruin my afterglow.” You told him and he chuckled, “Alright alright.” Happy light up his cigarette that he left in his ash tray and took a slow drag, just like he always did after an orgasm.

“I love you Happy.”  You told him, listening to the sound of him breathing out smoke, “I love you too little mama.” He smirked and you smiled, “Get some sleep baby.” You sighed but nodded anyways, “I’ll call you tomorrow, I love you. Night Happy.”

“Good night.” Happy replied but just before you could hang up Happy spoke quickly, “Lock the house up.” He told you making you laugh, “Already did, don’t worry I got my gun next to me.” You smiled at his deep chuckle, “That’s my girl.”

“Yup I’m a sexy little Killah, just like my old man.”

Escaping the Island - Part 1

Series Summary: You’re in for the fight of your life, trapped on a deadly, ghost-filled island with no way out. The only way to survive is by unraveling a murderous plot. Can you figure out who brought you here and why before it’s too late? Or will you, Sam, and Dean all become their next victims?

Chapter Summary: You accompany your best friend to a mysterious dinner at a beautiful, island-based mansion. But, when you arrive, you find that there may be more to this dinner than you ever would have thought possible.

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 3101

Warnings: an overaggressive, manhandling man who grabs the reader; sexy, protective Dean; not much so far

A/N: This is my first ever series! I’ve been planning this for awhile and I’m really excited about it. It was betaed by the fantastic @cyrilconnelly, who helps me so much. I also threw in the quote for @because-imma-lady-assface‘s 300 Follower/Birthday/Will and Grace revival/all around extravaganza celebration! My prompt was a Jack quote (my fav!): “Sarcasm noted and quickly forgotten,” and I thought it fit really well in here. I hope y’all enjoy the first part of this 10 part series! Feedback is much appreciated.

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jadedbirch  asked:

Gross Pirate Disgustoids for #3 please (I don't want your pity, I want your absence) 🙃🙃🙃

So this idea started out truly horrible, then became something a bit horrible, and then somehow morphed into something quite soft and only moderately sad. Turns out my brain didn’t want to cooperate with the idea of angst, despite this prompt begging for it, so you’re saved. ;) <3 This is another years post-series thing. Silver’s ill. This ensues.

3.  ‘I don’t want your pity, I want your absence.’

He wasn’t sure what time it was. Late, perhaps. Or very early. The room was dark, at least, but then he thought he might have asked Madi to draw the curtains at some point. Or was that yesterday? It was so difficult to be sure. His skull felt as though it had been crammed with cotton until his skin strained at the seams and his temples throbbed. It made it impossible to hold onto his thoughts for long, losing his grip on them if he forgot to concentrate and finding that groping blindly into the dark recesses of his brain only chased them further out of reach. It was infuriating, whenever he suddenly remembered he ought to be infuriated, which was roughly every half an hour or so.

He was by turns hot and cold, and sometimes both at once, shivering and sweating and unable to do anything about either. Every once in awhile he would throw the blankets off, only to have to drag them back up around his ears when his damp skin puckered into painful goosebumps at the touch of the cool air. And again and again, ad nauseam. It was agonising and irritating and he wondered dimly whether it had been this bad that time in the maroon camp, when Madi had first held his hand and he had ranted and rambled about weakness and his men and one James Flint. At least this fever seemed to be a passing winter sickness, rather than the burning tendrils of infection creeping upwards from his leg.

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Kylo Ren || You See The Good in People

Y/N sat there sipping her tea and looking out of her office window into the nothingness of space. Just all of the stars. She flinched hearing something smash against the wall. She sighed putting down her cup and watching Kylo storm out of the room and two scared engineers walk in after him. Once she knew Kylo was gone she stood up and walked into the room. “Another control panel?” I asked looking at the two men in jumpsuits with orange vests. “This is the third one this week, someone needs to talk some anger management into that man.” She said before looking at the broken panel. “You guys want a drink?” She asked not noticing that Kylo heard what she had said, as he was stood in the hallway. “Please.” One said getting to work on the broken panel. She started walking out the door and Kylo moved.

Y/N Was sat at her desk when she heard yelling coming from Kylos room again. “No not again.” She whispered standing up and walked towards his room. “Commander?” She asked looking through the door. “What?!” He snapped but when he looked at her it was like his whole body softened, he put away his light saber he was about to smash the panel with. “I-I was going to inform you Phasma is requesting your presence.” He nodded. “Thank you Miss Y/L/N.” Y/N Nodded before walking off and going back to her desk to finish some paper work, it was starting to pile high and didn’t look like it was going down no matter how much she did. The doors opened and Kylo left. “You coming to lunch?!” A worker yelled opening the door. “I’d lov-” She stopped and looked at the paper work. “I can’t, I have to finish this.” She said tapping her pen on the paper and sighed going back to work.
When Kylo returned he found Y/N asleep with a coffee next to her, she had a pen in her hand and was lightly snoring. He smiled under his mask before covering her with a blanket. As he touched her she started waking and he walked away. “Kylo?” She whispered thinking she was just dreaming. There was no answer and she just looked around. “Shit.” She mumbled noticing the time and turning on her lamp. “Shit shit shit.” She said looking at the slightly smaller pile of papers. “Shouldn’t you have already left?” Hux asked coming into the room. Y/N scraped her hair into a high pony tail and rubbed her eyes. “I have all of these to finish before tomorrow morning, then I have inspections to do with some engineers and I have a meeting with a new guy.” She said looking at him. “Good luck.” She scoffed and got back on with the paper work.

“Morning.” Someone said waking Y/N from her slumber. “Shit!” She said sitting up and looking around. “Where are the papers!?” She asked panicking not noticing someone holding out a coffee to her. “Shit shit shit, Hux is going to kill me.” She said stressing and looking at the man stood in front of her. “Have you seen some papers?” She asked looking at the man who clearly had no idea what she was talking about. “I-I-” She shook her head. “Nevermind.” She said taking the coffee cup and drinking from it. “Hmm. Thank you.” She said looking at him. “Matt?” She asked looking at his name tag. “You’re the new guy right?” He nodded slowly. “Okay, I’ll be with you in like ten minutes I need to go and freshen up and find these papers.” Hux walked into the room and laughed at Y/N. “Hux seriously?! Where are my papers?” Hux frowned. “Someone handed them in last night.” He said looking at the man behind you. “Whos this?” Y/N looked back at Matt. “New guy.” She said brushing off her uniform. “I’ve got to go. Entertain him.” Y/N Said running out of the door and to her chambers. “Shit.” She said grabbing fresh uniform and heading to the shower.

“Y/N!” Her friend yelled hugging her and letting her sit down. “Hey Trace, this is Matt.” She said motioning her body to Matt who was sitting across from her at the table. “Hey.” She said sending him a small smile. “So we finally get to see you.” She said looking at her friend. “Finally Kylo let you out.” Everyone on the table except Matt and Y/N. Y/N Was too busy eating the food that most of them all hated but she didn’t care she was starved. “Yeah, I mean that guy is a total ass hat.” Another man said on the table. They all continued to make fun off and make rude comments about Kylo and how much of a bad guy he was. Y/N Finished her food. “He’s not even bad guys, seriously! I’ve seen worse leave the poor guy alone.” She said clearly annoyed at her friends. “Ohhhohhh someones got a crush.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “I think I need to leave, Trace finish training Matt.” She said before storming off and back to her office. “Hux?” She said noticing Hux stood at her office. “There you are! You were supposed to be meeting me an hour ago.” She looked down at her feet. “Sorry I was busy.” He looked at her. “This isn’t acceptable,if you couldn’t handle the job why did you take it?!” He didn’t even give her chance to answer he just walked out. She looked at the desk noticing another pile of papers. “Brilliant.” She said going back to the food hall and grabbing more coffee. “More work?” Matt asked making her jump and drop her cup. “Fuck.” She mumbled bending down and picking up the broken bits. “I’m sorry.” Matt said bending down and mopping up the coffee with a tea towel. “Not your fault, and yes more paper work. Hux has me doing all of his and mine.” She made another cup and added milk. “I have to go, not to be rude Matt, I’ll see you later.” She said patting his shoulder and running back to her office. “This is going to take a while.” She said clicking her pen and getting to work.

“Another late night?” Kylo asked walking into the office and seeing Y/N. She looked up from the paper and saw Kylo wearing his usual attire. “Yeah, I have to finish this.” She said pointing at the paper work. “Your work doesn’t even involve that much paperwork.” He commented. Her breath hitched, if he knew she was doing Hux’s work at the same time he’d freak. “I-I-Uh-I um- I’m catching up on some old work.” She lied biting her lip and looking at Hux who was now behind Kylo. “Very well.” He said before going into his office and Y/N Looked at Hux who was laughing to himself. “Good girl.” She looked disgusted before doing the final file. “I’m done.” She said handing them all to Hux. “Goodbye.” She said going back to her desk and relaxing in the leather chair. “One hour before I have to be up.” She mumbled standing up and going out of the doors towards her chambers.

“Morning!” Hux sang into her ear as Y/N was almost falling asleep at her desk. “Ugh.” She said looking at him. “You’ve got the day off apparently.” He mumbled to her. “Really?!” She said jumping up. “Don’t know how you waggled that but yes.” She smiled and ran off down the halls towards the food hall. She grabbed food and looked at Trace who was sending her death glares. “You cant sit here.” She said putting her legs up and making Y/N walk away. “Okay.” She whispered going over into the corner and sitting down to eat. “I heard she’s sleeping with him and thats how she got the job.” Someone said not so quietly as they walked past Y/N. She played with her food and looked up at a figure standing in front of her table. “Matt.” She said with a smile. “Mind if I sit?” He asked looking at her with a smiled plastered across his face. “Not at all.” He sat across from her and began eating. “She’s totally sucking Kylo’s dick and thats why she gets her own chamber and her own days off.” Y/N threw her fork down on the table and sipped her water. “They always do that?” Matt asked looking at Y/N. She nodded biting her lip and fighting back the tears. “Usually it’s not that bad.” She said looking at her friend across the room. “Got a feeling I know who’s saying it all.” She said looking from Trace to Matt. “I thought she was your best friend?” Y/N shrugged her shoulders. “I guess not.” She said looking down at her feet. “Maybe I should quit.” She said looking at Matt. “No, I heard Kylo loves you working for him.” She laughed softly. “Who told you this?” He chuckled. “The same guy who told me Kylo was shredded, that he has an eight pack.” She laughed a little harder. “Thanks Matt, that really cheered me up.” Others in the room started laughing at the two of them. “She’s a little slag, she’s already got Kylo on the go.” Y/N’s hand clenched into a fist on the table and Matt put his hand on top of it. “Don’t let it get to you.” He said looking at her in the eyes. “It’s kind of hard to when it’s every day.” She said standing up. “Where are you going?” He asked looking up at her. “To quit my job.” She said throwing away her tray and looking at him. “You the job?” She nodded. “Then ignore them, if you love something you should never let it go.” He was now holding her arms and bending down to look into her eyes. “Okay.” She said smiling a genuine smile at him. Someone faked coughed while saying slag and then she looked at them. “I didn’t sleep with Kylo to get my job, and as much as all of you think he’s a complete dick. He’s not. He’s actually nice but wont let his guard down with any of you and I know why because you’re all idiots.” She said before walking out. “Oh Kylo!” Someone fake moaned and Y/N Held in the tears as she ran to her chambers. She knelt at the foot of her bed screaming into the duvet. “Is that what you do when you’re not working?” She jumped looking up and seeing Hux in the corner of her room. “Why are you here?” She asked looking at him and standing up. “You have more paperwork, Kylo might have given you the day off but I haven’t.” She nodded wiping her tears away and going out of the room.

“I thought you had the day off?” A robotic voice asked, she continued working not looking up from the paper. “I have things to do.” She mumbled not wanting to look at him. Knowing that at the site of him all of the things people said would come flooding back and she’d break down in front of him. “Oh well. You can do them tomorrow.” She shook her head filing the bits of paper and going back to writing again. “I can’t, they’re due tomorrow.” She said biting her lip still not looking at him. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes. “I gave you the day off, go spend time with your friends.” She almost chocked. “I don’t have many. The one I do have is at work.” She continued writing. “Please look at me while I speak to you Y/N.” She dropped the pen. She didn’t even know he knew her first time and he said please. She stood up praying that she wouldn’t cry and looked at him in his mask. “Sorry commander.” He studied her face. All of her features. It wasn’t like seeing her when he was Matt this time was different. She was being fake with Kylo. “You’re reveled of all duties today, you’re to go and relax.” She looked at her feet. “Sir I know I’m supposed to obey you’re every command but-But I can’t. I need to finish.” She sat back down and proceeded to do the work. “I have told you.-” Before he could even finish she finally snapped letting tears roll down her face. “I have to do this, if I don’t I’ll spend all my time in my room crying because my ‘friends’ are chatting shit saying I’m sleeping with my boss and calling him horrible names and then I have Hux on my fucking back for not completing his work on time.” She clapped her hand over her mouth and cried harder. “Shit.” She mumbled before running off with Kylo yelling after her. “Told you.” Trace said as Y/N ran passed her. Kylo looked at Trace and held back the urge to choke her. Y/N got to her chambers and sat at the foot of her bed bringing her knees to her chest and crying into them. “Fuck, I’m dead. I’m so so dead.” She said closing her eyes and trying not to scream. “y/n?” She looked at the door. Someone was pushing the talk button on her door. “Matt?” She asked standing up and looking at the small pad on her wall. “I saw you break down.” She sighed and opened the doors before sitting down on the bed. “Hux is going to Kill me. I let it spill to Kylo that I was doing his work.” Matt put a big bag down and sat next to his friend hugging her tightly. “It’s going to be okay.” She shook her head. “No, I’m going to get killed.” He sighed and rubbed her arms. “What do you think Kylo will do?” Matt asked looking at Y/N as she wiped her eyes. “I don’t know, he seems really nice you know and everyone is just being so mean.” He chuckled. “You see the good in people.” Y/n sighed. “You mean Kylo…Because I saw..I see the good in Kylo.” He nodded and she glanced at the bag on the floor.  "What’s in the bag?“ She wiped her eyes and sniffled. "I need to show you something.” Just as he was about to say something the doors opened and in walked Hux looking angry. “YOU!” He yelled at her and then saw Matt. “Matt, you need to go.” Y/N said looking at him. “I’ll come and find you when my meeting with Hux is over.” She said standing up and handing him his bag. “No.” He said looking at Hux. “You’re not going to hurt her because you cant do your own job.” Y/N Stood there in shock. “What do you know.” Hux said grabbing the bag and chucking it as it hit the ground it made a loud clunk and Y/N looked at it as a helmet rolled out. “Matt?” She asked picking up the helmet. “W-Why do you have-” She stopped looking at him and walking closer to him. She took off the glasses and put them on. “fake.” She said keeping them off before looking him in the eyes. “Please don’t.” He said looking at her. She pulled off his wig. “K-Kylo?” She stuttered out. “Yeah.” He said shutting the doors and trapping Hux in the room. “Why did you?” He shook his head. “We’ll talk about that later! Right now I have some issues to deal with.” He said taking the helmet and putting it on. “General Hux with me now.” He said before grabbing the bag and quickly changing into his black clothing. “Y/N.” Kylo said making sure she followed behind them. “Workers.” Kylo said throwing Hux into the food hall. “I have something to clear up.” Everyone stood straight looking at Y/N and Kylo. Trace was making motions to Y/N from across the room and Y/N stepped back crossing her arms and biting her lip. “Y/N Is a fantastic working, I was not sleeping with her, she deserves the work she has as she works the hardest out of all of you, she also got the day off because i found out that she was not only doing her work but also his.” He said looking at Hux. “Now you all need to lay off.” Y/N was taken back and looked at everyone who were now stood in shock. “Good day.” He said before grabbing your arm and walking out of the room and going towards his chambers. “Kylo I never meant to tell you.” He shook his head taking off his helmet. “It’s fine.” He said looking her in the eyes. “You opened up to Matt.” She laughed softly. “He’s a great guy.” She said making Kylo chuckle. “Well I hope not as great as me.” She giggled and looked into his eyes. “I think you’re just like him, all tough on the outside of course…but inside. Sweet, nice and kind.” She looking at him and then his lips. “You’re perfect.” He said leaning down and kissing her.

jealous | chapter five

pairing: baekhyun x reader x chanyeol

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 2,994

summary: baekhyun is heartbroken after you leave him. he decides to start over and try to get over you by moving into a new apartment building where he meets chanyeol. what he later finds out is that chanyeol has been your boyfriend for the past month.

pov: baekhyun + chanyeol diary entries

rating: whether you’re an underage hard stan or a legal soft stan, reader whatever the hell you wanna read.

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October 28, 2017 [Fri.]

[23:45] I am fucking tired. Thank god tomorrow is Saturday because if I had work, I wouldnt be able to wake up probably. Park fucking Chanyeol is such a pain in the ass. I don’t hate it though.

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The Baby Debate- Josh Pieters Imagine

Word Count: 1,465

Request: @fridaroland a Josh dad imagine

Author’s Note: Since the request was a little broad, I came up with the idea of Josh as a first time dad and him being a little sensitive that his baby girl doesn’t resemble him that much. Sorry for the wait lovely, but I hope you enjoy! This is also my first story after my little writing break, so please be kind xx


On August 3rd you and your husband, Josh, brought a beautiful, baby girl into the world. Lila Rose Pieters.

“Are my two favorite girls ready to go home?” Josh asked excitedly, as he entered the room and set the baby carrier down on the hospital bed.

“I don’t know.” you looked down at Lila fast asleep in your arms. “Once we leave we’re on our own,” letting out a nervous laugh.

Josh just smiled at you, while he gathered the diaper bag and suitcase.

You set the baby in her carrier nice and slow, in hopes she would stay asleep. Which you managed to do successfully. Thank God.


Once you got back to house, reality hit you. It was just the three of you. No doctors or nurses to help or tell you what to do. You were terrified and excited all at the same time.

When you walked through the front door, you were greeted by all the boys. They decided to surprise you and Josh. You couldn’t believe your eyes, the house was clean and there were little presents sitting on the sofa. Joe, Oli, and Jack all had their vlog cameras out.

“Welcome home guys!” Caspar cheered, throwing his hands the air in excitement.

Josh protectively glanced down at Lila, making sure she hadn’t woken up from Caspar shouting. Even though she was fine, he glared back at him to let him know he was loud.

“You guys oh my gosh! You’re going to make me cry.” You went over and gave each of them a hug.

“Can we see the baby now?” Caspar asked with a smile.

“Of course!” You gathered all the boys in the living room and asked them to take a seat. Josh took Lila out of her carrier and handed her over to you. “Okay who wants to go first?”

Caspar raised his hand high.

“I know you’re excited Caspar.” You giggled, gently placing the baby in his arms.

“Caspar please be careful! Remember to mind her head!” Josh cried with concern. “Mikey that goes for you too!”

Mikey backed away slightly, “Alright mate calm down!”

Caspar adjusted his arms, “Josh I got this! Me and my godchild are bonding.”

You lightly started to rub Josh’s back reassuring him everything was fine.

Lila started to wake up and coo at the sight of Caspar.

“Look how tiny she is! She’s like a little football.” Conor exclaimed with Lila’s hand wrapped around his finger.

“Don’t get any ideas.” Jack laughed nudging his brother’s arm.

It was an adorable sight, seeing all six boys huddled around, in awe of your newest addition. You could see them instantly melt at the sight of her.

Oli turned his head slightly, “(Y/N) she looks exactly like you.” Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Sorry Josh mate.” Joe sighed, giving him a pat on the back.

You saw your husband sink his head down a bit and sulk. You knew it bothered him when people said that. Back at the hospital, Josh admitted it made him feel a little sad the baby didn’t resemble him very much. The doctor told him there was plenty of time and her features will change as she grows. Even with the doctor’s kind words, you could tell Josh still wasn’t hopeful. So the boys adding on was no help. You felt awful, wishing there was something you could do to cheer him up.


Later that night

(Josh’s POV)

I sat in bed with my little girl asleep in my arms. So many thoughts racing through my head. Ultimately I feel blessed and so grateful for Lila, but a little part of me is thinking about what everyone’s been saying. She does look exactly like (Y/N). Not that that’s a bad thing, I love my wife. She’s gorgeous and so is my daughter. I know it sounds selfish, I just wish I could see something of myself in her.

“I think this is hottest I’ve ever seen you.”

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and looked up to see (Y/N) smiling at me. “Really?” I smirked. “What about our wedding day?”

“Hmm you’re right. That’s a tough call, but I think it’s a different level of attractiveness.”

I tilted my head towards her, “How so?”

“I don’t know! There’s just something about a man holding a baby.” she giggled as she climbed into bed.

“So you’re saying I’ve reached DILF status?” I said cheekily.

“Oh yeah totally babe.”

We both laughed in unison as she leaned in and gave me a kiss.

Lila started to squirm and fuss in my arms. Her face scrunched up and she began to cry. “Babe I think something’s wrong. I need help!” shooting her a nervous glance.

“Oh darling it’s alright!”,rubbing my arm in reassurance. “She’s probably just hungry. Here, hand her to me. I’ll feed her.”

I gently handed the crying infant to her. She took her and grabbed the nursing pillow from the bedside table. Once she situated herself and the baby, she reached for my hand and held it.

“It was nice of the boys to come round to clean and welcome us home wasn’t it?” she beamed.

“Yeah it was.” I could feel the smile fall from my face. It didn’t take (Y/N) long to notice either.

She grasped my hand a little tighter. “Josh? What’s wrong?”

I got quiet, I couldn’t think of what to say. I didn’t want her to think I was making a big deal out of it or was never going to let it go. But at the same time, I knew that no matter what or how I was feeling she’d support me. Just like she always has.

“I’m still upset over everyone making a big deal about how Lila doesn’t look like me.” The words finally escaped my mouth. “I know it’s silly, but I’m her dad. When we first started talking about having a family, remember how excited we were? Picturing what we would have, how many, and what they’d look like?”

She nodded.

“Don’t get me wrong she’s gorgeous and I love her with all my heart. I guess I just had this picture or expectation in my head. You know?”

I looked back at (Y/N) as she unlatched Lila from her body. Once she fixed her top, she set down the pillow and placed our daughter on it in between us. She took my hand back in hers.

“First of all, when it comes to you or how you feel I don’t ever want you to think that’s silly. Okay?”

I nodded intently. 

“Good. And second, listen up. Are you listening?” she urged with a kind, but stern voice.

I shook my head, letting her know I was.

“She may not stand out to resemble you right now. But you know what she does have? She has your brown eyes. She’s very expressive just like you are. She also makes me laugh and smile just like you do. So appearance really doesn’t matter to me, because I see little bits and pieces of you every time I’m with her.”

I felt a smile start to grow and my eyes well up as I gazed down at my daughter. Then I noticed her move slightly, open her eyes, and glance up at me.

I felt (Y/N) lean her head against mine. “See she knows who her daddy is.”

“You’re right love.” I uttered with pride. “I’m pretty lucky. Now I have two gorgeous girls in my life.”

“And like the doctor said, she still has plenty of growing to do. So who knows, maybe she’ll develop red hair.”


3 months later

You couldn’t believe how much Lila had grown. Three months isn’t even that long, but she was getting so big. She loved to smile and babble. Especially at Josh, she definitely is a daddy’s girl.

It was a beautiful day, so you and Josh decided to take Lila for a stroll in the park. As you were walking along, you saw a pond with some ducks swimming around.

“Aw Lila look at the all ducks! Should we sit and watch them?” you cheered.

“There’s a bench over there.” Josh pointed across the water.

You made your way to it and parked the push chair beside you. Lila bounced in her seat, clapping her hands, babbling at the ducks. This was almost picture perfect, you were content with life and your little family.

“Pardon me, but I just wanted to tell you your baby is darling.” I quickly turned my head to see a sweet old lady, standing next to me.

“Oh my goodness thank you so much!” you beamed, sharing a smile with Josh.

“She also has the most beautiful red hair!”

anonymous asked:

Can you do a pirate au where the crew of the enterprise are pirates but like, really bad at it because they only do good deeds, but insist on calling themselves pirates anyways? (Mckirk would be appreciated!)

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  • It’s been years since Leonard last saw Jim. Years since he left that sea-life and instead became a respected doctor at a quiet coastal settlement. Tried marriage, too, but that’s just not his thing. Or perhaps she just wasn’t his thing. Either way, Leonard is alone. But it’s fine, it’s quiet, and at least it’s not in a rocking ship risking his damn life every day in the vast open waters.
  • “Hey, babe,” Jim’s voice rings when Bones comes home from the medical practice. "Jim?“ Bones asks, dropping his bag on the floor next to the front door. Jim is just sitting at his dining table, casually, like he owned the place. “How did you get in here? The door was locked.” “Oh, you know what they say. Pirates don’t exactly follow the law of breaking and entering,” Jim replies, getting up from his chair, “did you miss me?” “What are you doing here?” Leonard asks as Jim walks in closer, and it’s rapidly getting harder to think straight when the other cups his cheeks and says a quick; “I missed you”, before he leans in and kisses him.
  • Leonard’s fingers trace the scar on Jim’s chest. Right over his heart. The stab wound should have killed him, but thankfully (and miraculously), Jim survived that. There’s scars on his back, too, from a violent childhood Jim doesn’t talk about. Pre-pirate stuff. Leonard doesn’t have to see them to know they’re there, he still remembers every inch of Jim’s body like it was just yesterday he saw the man’s body naked regularly. “Why are you really here?” Leonard asks. Jim grunts in response, half asleep, barely covered by the thin sheets on Leonard’s bed. “James,” Leonard presses, and Jim sighs. “I want you back on the Enterprise,” Jim replies, and Leonard frowns. “No.” “Bones-” “It’s Leonard now, Jim, and the answer’s no. I settled here.” “But what if you don’t have to settle?” Jim suggests, sitting up straight, “you’re a pirate, Bones. You don’t settle. Home is at sea. With the crew. With me.” “No, Jim,” Leonard says, “I can’t risk being a target in every place we dock. We’re better men than pirates. We could be.” “Pirate’s just the name they give us, you know that. Come with us.” Leonard grunts and turns around, back towards the other man. “No,” he says. Jim is silent for so long, Leonard’s sure Jim’s fallen asleep. But then, just when Leonard’s relaxing a little, Jim speaks again. “Joanna’s alive. I know where they keep her.”  
  • “Doctor,” Spock says the moment Bones steps aboard, “it’s good to have you back.” “We’ll see about that,” Leonard replies, but he smiles at Spock nonetheless. Uhura pulls him into a tight hug. “I’m glad you’re back,” she says, and Leonard nods. “You can drop the formalities. I’m only back until we get Joanna,” he says, and Uhura smiles lightly. “I’m still happy to see you.” Leonard returns her smile with one of his own, and adds: “me too.” She pats his shoulder, before going back to work, adding a quick: “Welcome home, doctor” before walking away.
  • Leonard’s forgotten how much being home sucks, because the moment they hit the deep ocean and the waves get rougher, Leonard is dying. He’s pretty sure Chekov’s laughing at him when Leonard throws up leaning over the railing of the ship. He meets up with Sulu at the ship’s wheel, and Sulu nods at him. “How are you holding up?” he asks. “Sea sucks as much as ever,” Leonard replies, and Sulu laughs. “You’ll get used to it,” he replies, and Leonard nods. “I’d hope so. Have you heard anything from Demora?” “No,” Sulu says, and he tenses up visibly. Leonard reaches out, resting his hand briefly on Sulu’s shoulder, “we’ll find her. Demora and Joanna, they’re strong.” “We’re following the lead of some stranger Jim talked to once,” Sulu says, “I’m grateful we have a lead, but there’s nothing suggesting we’re even chasing an actual lead.” “It’s the first thing we’ve heard in years,” Leonard says, “it’s something, at least.” Sulu nods slowly. “Either way, it’s good to have a doctor back on board,” he says, and Leonard smiles lightly. “I’ve missed all of you, too.”
  • If there’s one thing Leonard remembers from sailing under Jim’s flag, it’s that they generally suck at being real pirates. Sure, they break a lot of laws, sailing independently over British-ruled seas. They don’t usually kill people, but casualties happen in sea battles, even if Jim is a rather forgiving Captain and prone to taking prisoners, releasing them the first time they dock, and in worst case scenarios; drops them off on an island.
  • Word reaches them usually very quickly the first time they dock at a tropical coastal town, mostly ruled by pirates and outlaws. Jim continues to suck at being the pirate his own legend calls him. He helps people where their government doesn’t. Transports them from port A to Port B, despite Sulu and Leonard loudly going against that idea, since their daughters’ lives are at stake.
  • Jim and Leonard get incredibly drunk on the last night before departure again, and Leonard remembers just how much he loves being around these people. The drinks, the music, the atmosphere. Sure, they’re robbed thrice before the end of the night, but that’s pirates for you. They don’t even make it to the ship, and instead both of them wake up in the hay of some old barn, clothes stolen as much as their money, and so they make it back to the ship in makeshift outfits that have the crew laugh at their misfortune. “It’s like you never left, doctor,” Chekov says. “Indeed it is,” Spock agrees, while both quietly slip into Jim’s quarters for a change of clothes.
  • “What are you going to do when we find Joanna?” Jim asks one morning. The Enterprise is rocking gently in the wind, and Bones has been staring out the stained windows next to Jim’s bed. Nothing but crystal blue water, with an occasional island in the far distance. Right there, right then, it feels like home more than his actual home on land does. “I want a safe place for Joanna to live,” Leonard replies. “The Enterprise is safe,” Jim replies, and Leonard turns to look at him. “The Enterprise is under fire regularly.” “You know Jo was on dry land when she was kidnapped, right?” Jim counters, and Leonard replies in a disapproving grunt. “Can’t blame Jocelyn and her new husband for the pirates who took her,” Leonard says. “Jo being taken was no one’s fault but-” “It was mine. For not saving that captain’s life when he got ill.” “He was a bad man, Bones. His crew even worse. We’ve located them now, and we’ll get them. And if you… if you really want to leave the ship afterwards, then I’ll drop you and Jo off whenever you want,” Jim says, sliding an arm around Bones’ stomach and pulling him closer. “Hmm, but imagine staying with me? Doing a bit of good and a bit of bad. Getting tons of treasure.” He continues, and Leonard laughs, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Jim’s lips. “With you here, I got all the treasure I need.”
The Way Home (Part 4)

Summary: AU. Two hearts are broken after reader makes the difficult decision to leave home and pursue her dreams. When her older brother Steve asks her to come home, reader is forced to confront her past and the life she could have had with her ex, Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,475

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, tw: car accident

A/N: I’m in a mood. Sorry in advance.

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