i can just watch that gif

Harry: *fangirling internally, surprised and silently pleased with the fact that his arms can enclose Louis’s waist entirely* (bless the size difference) *need to calm himself and try to look cool and flick his hair when they eneded the too long hug* love you boo, congrats.

Louis: *blushing* *silently afraid of what the management will do to them now, but love is tough and hard, who is he to go against the rule of nature* *enjoying the fact that he and hazza fits like a puzzle* love you too, haz, congrats.

Zayn: *slightly hesitant, dunno if Liam really like Peazer or not* (shall I go hug him or not, he is so cute with that excited grin and blush on his face…) *internal/ eternal struggle*

Liam: *hesitant and shy* (dunno if Zayn will want me to hug him, he is moving so slow, does it mean he doesn’t want to hug me???) *slowly open arms invitingly* *puppy look all the way*

Niall: *frustrated at how hesitant ziam is* (they are freaking blocking his view of a perfectly nice larry, and if they really want to do the blocking part, they may as well as do it when hugging each other) Hmph! you two! JUST HUG EACH OTHER ALREADY! *push zayn real hard*

Zayn: *stumbles, like a first born deer, though this normally applies to harry*

Liam: *his life flashes in front of his eyes * *gasp* Zayn! You aren’t going to fall are you?

Zayn: *stumbles into Liam’s embrace* I have already fallen, you idiot, I have fallen for you for so long.


Audience: *clapping for Larry and Ziam, and for the great job Captain Niall is doing*

Niall: *enjoys the view for a sec, moves on to hug Larry* Congrats, good job boys, the display of affection was impressive.

All the boys: *hug*

Ziam and Larry: *happy cheesy lovely couples*


(i guess this is one of the rare occasions that Niall doesn’t mind being left out) 

Imagine Chris and your daughter surprising you at work.

A/N: I’m on a roll, two in one day. :D Sooooo muuuuuch fluuuufff. You need to just have a kid already, Chris, so you can be the cutest, bestest dad around. X

Your four year old daughter held her dad’s large hand as they walked through the hallways of Paramount Studio looking for you. They were running errands when they drove past the studio and decided to surprise you with a drop-in, mainly because your daughter couldn’t wait till tonight to give you the rose she- well, Chris bought you.

“Do you think Mama is going like this?” Harper looked up at her dad with your pretty Y/E/C eyes, holding up the single red rose; Chris nodded, smiling. “But wouldn’t she want more than one rose?”

“It’s the thought that counts, bug.” Chris scooped her up into his arms and poked her sides, making her giggle. “And it doesn’t matter how many roses you get Mama, she’s going to love it anyway ‘cause she’s a sucker for roses.”

You were right behind them when Chris said that, as one of your interns had informed you that your husband and daughter were wandering the hallways looking for you. You chuckled softly at the language your husband had chosen to use around your impressionable four year old. It wasn’t bad per se, but it wasn’t a word you wanted your four year old to be spouting.

“She’s also a sucker for chocolates,” Harper said and Chris nodded; another chuckle escaped your throat and you shook your head in disapproval. “We should’ve got her some. I think she likes the golden ones, the ones with the wrappers that she makes into tiny roses.”

“You mean Ferrero Rochers?” Chris quizzed and Harper nodded. “Well done, bug. That is one of your mom’s favorite chocolates and I picked up some at the supermarket. Look at you,” he chuckled, “you’ve got the memory of an elephant.” He made elephant noises, making her laugh and you smile; his choice of words weren’t always the best, but he was still an amazing husband and father.

“Well well well, look who we have here.” You began and Chris turned around with Harper in his arms; both their eyes lit up upon seeing you. “What are you two trouble makers up to?” You asked as you walked over.

“Mama!” Harper barreled towards you as soon as Chris put her down. You bent over, catching and lifting her into your arms when she jumped. “Mama, I’ve missed you so much.” She whispered into your ear, wrapping her small arms around your neck.

“Hey you,” you smiled at Chris as he placed a hand on your arm, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. “What’s that?” You gasped excitedly when Chris pulled away and Harper leaned back to give you the rose she bought you. “Wow, thank you sweetheart. This just made my day,” you smacked a loud kiss on her cheek and she giggled.

“We just thought we’d drop by and see you, give you a few hugs and kisses because you’ve got a long day ahead of you.” Chris told you and Harper nodded in agreement; you smiled. “How’s everything sailing?” He asked and you hugged Harper, holding her close so you could roll your eyes over her shoulder. “That bad, huh?” He chuckled softly.

“You of all people should know how bad directing can get, especially with cocky actors who don’t show up on time. I mean- you worked with Chris Evans, right?” You teased him and he laughed, nodding. “Honestly-” you chuckled wearily then sighed, giving him a small smile, “there’s no one I’d rather work with.”

“Aw, baby,” Chris pouted sympathetically, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. “You know there’s no one I’d rather work with too, but we’re parents now.” He reminded you, rubbing Harper’s back. “It’s time we learn to work with other people,” he said and you nodding, pouting. “Just do me a favor and don’t fall in-love with your next handsome lead,” he winked then smiled when you chuckled.

“Only if you promise not to fall in-love with your next pretty director.”

“The Russo brothers are my next directors,” Chris chuckled and you laughed, “I think I’ll be fine.”

“Mrs. Evans?” One of your interns called and you turned around. Chris smiled because this was the first time he heard someone call you Mrs. Evans at work as you were always referred to by your maiden name; it was probably because he was there. “You’re needed on set.” As soon as Harper heard that, she tightened her hold on you.

“Tell them I’ll be right there,” you nodded and the intern disappeared around the corner.

“No, Mama,” Harper’s voice quivered slightly, making your heart ache as you hugged her as tightly as she was hugging you. “Please don’t go,” she mumbled into the crook of your neck. “I don’t want you to go.”

You felt your eyes start to well with tears and you looked to Chris, pressing your lips together to suppress your urge to cry. “Don’t start,” he mouthed and shook his head, giving you the smile that would always make you smile; it worked. “C'mon, sweetheart.” Chris gently rubbed Harper’s back, trying to take her from you. “Let’s go home, we’ll see Mama later.”

“No,” Harper shrugged off her dad’s touch, making him sigh. “I don’t want to go,” she huffed, clutching onto you. “I want to stay here with you, Mama.” You beckoned your head for Chris to follow you as you started to make your way to where you were needed while still carrying your stubborn four year old.

“But what are you going to do here with me, baby?” You asked gently and she leaned back in your arms so she could meet your gaze. “I’m going to be busy directing and you don’t know anyone I’m working with. It’s not like Daddy’s set, you won’t have Uncle Seba or Auntie Scar or Uncle Rob to play with you.”

“I can just sit quietly and watch you work,” Harper responded with a grin.

“You could, but I promise you you’d have more fun with Daddy at home.” You told her and she wiggled her tiny mouth from side to side, pondering. “Like I said, it’s not like Daddy’s set. You’re going to be all by yourself, sitting quietly. That sounds so boring, don’t you think?”

“Bug, c'mon. You promised you wouldn’t do this.” Chris reminded her and she sighed. He knew you were on a tight schedule and you needed to stay focus which was why he made Harper promise she wouldn’t do any of what she was currently doing before he took her here. “Your mom’s on a tight schedule, do you remember what that means?”

“Yeah,” Harper nodded, pouting.

“So let’s go home so she can finish work quickly and come home in time for dinner,” Chris told her and she looked between the both of you, still pondering who she wanted to go with and what she’d get to do. “Do you remember what we’re having for dinner? Pi…” He trailed off.

“Zza!” She finished, holding out her arms for her dad to take her. “Okay, let’s go home.” Chris smiled at you, a little too smug for your liking. He’d always been good with kids, you knew that before you married him; it was actually one of the reasons you married him. “Bye Mama,” she leaned over and pecked you on the cheek.

“Bye, sweetheart.” You booped her nose and she giggled. “I’ll see you two at home,” you said and pecked Chris on the lips. “Hopefully in time for dinner,” you pursed your lips, knowing there was a small chance you weren’t going to be.

“Just tell your cast and crew Captain America will come in here armed and ready to whoop their asses if they don’t cut their shit out.” Chris told you, smiling; you chuckled because both of you had completely forgotten that you were in your four year old daughter’s presence until…

“Yeah,” Harper nodded with furrowed brows, “tell them Captain America will come in here armed and ready to whoop their-” Chris covered her mouth, both of you laughing, before she could finish.

You watched as Sam’s eyes filled with tears. He couldn’t accept that you were going to die. You were his best friend. You had known each other for over twenty years. You watched as he stared off into space before turning his glistening eyes on you.

It was enough to make you cry.

“What do I do?” He begged, tears spilling over the edges of his eyes as he watched you desperately. “This isn’t like the monsters I know, but Y/N there has to be something I can do. There is always something I can do,” he pushed.

You just cried and just shook your head, watching the desperation in Sam’s eyes. He couldn’t fix you. This wasn’t a monster he could chase. This wasn’t a demon he could exorcise. This wasn’t an angel he could trap. Cancer was something that no one knew how to beat and living the life that you guys did, you had caught this way too late and now it was all but over.

“I’m a Winchester, dammit!” He bellowed, turning away from you, running his hands through his hair. “I’m supposed to take care of you. I’m supposed to save you,” he pleaded. “I promised,” he choked out.

You remembered the promise. You’d both been drunk, Sam had been 24 and you 21. He’d just barely started hunting with Dean again when their paths had crossed yours on a hunt. Sam saved you, and three of you ended up celebrating the end of the hunt at a bar. Dean picked up a girl, and you and Sam made a promise to take care of each other, always be there for each other, and to always save each other. No matter what.

And you had. You had always found a way. Until now.

“Sammy,” you reached out for him from your hospital bed, your voice not as strong as you had hoped for it to be. You grabbed his jacket and pulled him to you. “You can hold me. You can stop yelling and screaming and be my best friend. You can be the man that I love. You can finally tell me you love me because now you don’t have to be afraid of the consequences,” you breathed out.

You and Sam had always pushed a relationship off to the side, thinking it would give the monsters the edge, the leverage and advantage they didn’t need.

Sam’s eyes met yours knowingly, his lip snarling in anger as he fought back tears. “Not like this,” he shook his head.

“Please,” you squeezed his hand. You could feel yourself slipping away. “Please,” you repeated, tears rolling down your cheek.

Sam’s resolve broke, and he crawled into the bed with you. Immediately is large arms engulfed you and brought you close to him. You breathed him in and if anything could heal you, it would be simply being near Sam Winchester. You looked up at him, tears still in your eyes, and he kissed you. Hard. All the repressed feelings of the past nine years pouring into the kiss.

If a kiss had healing powers, you knew you could get up and walk out of the bed right now. The kiss was everything you’d ever wanted. You hated that he had waited until the end.

“I love you,” Sam managed through tears.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed. “I’m so sorry.” All you could do was repeat that over and over again.

“Shhhhh. Don’t be. I’ve always loved you. I should have just let myself,” Sam confessed as he held you. “Now it’s too late, but I’ll love you until your last breath.”

“And I’ll love you forever,” you responded, sinking into his embrace.

He held you for hours, even after your last breath slipped away. He cried and shook as he held you and repeated the same phrase over and over, hoping that somewhere you would hear him.

“I’ll never stop loving you, Y/N. Not until the day I die. Never,” he mumbled into your hair, holding your lifeless body.

“I know,” you whispered from the corner. “I’m here. I didn’t go Sam. I couldn’t leave. Forever, remember,” you said as you reached out to let Sam know you couldn’t leave him.

Seriously, I just love this whole bit of animation. It’s the most beautifully captured moment of “I have no fucking clue what’s going on”.

One Shot: You and Y/F/N go to a club for your birthday and run into Lucky where things get VERY heated…


As if on cue, the bouncer checked off our names on the list and stepped aside, opening the doors to this millionaire’s club.  The bass was shaking my body now and I avoided eye contact with the bouncer as I shuffled inside behind Y/F/N.
Holy shit.
And I mean holy shit.
The mass of people was actually ridiculous, and I held back a choke as multiple men grazed my butt in their attempts to pass us.  I could barely even see the floor.  In the flashing strobe lights I made out brick walls with various pieces of modern art, probably worth more than my tuition, casually flung on at vicarious angles.  The staircase that led to the roof was metal, and I think I could make out the bar in the back.  Yup, definitely a bar.  The whole back wall was a glass display case of every type of liquor known to man.  It was like industrial meets modern.
And I was like a deer in the headlights.  Y/F/N nudged me.  I turned to her clueless.  She shouted something, but I couldn’t hear over the deafening techno music.  “WHAT?!” I shouted.  Y/F/N came closer and put her mouth up to my ear.  “HOW DOES OUR LIL LEGAL Y/N LIKE IT?!” She screamed.
“NOT A CLUB STUPID,” Y/F/N yelled, raising her eyebrows and swaying her hips to the music.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?  WHAT…” I looked at Y/F/N who had the guiltiest and giddiest grin on her face.  
“I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE KNOWN THIS TO BE THE FAVORITE CLUB OF A CERTAIN” – a man pushed her and she hobbled on you for support – “LUCKY CELEBRITY.”
“SHUT UP!” If this was who I thought it was…
“LUCKY BLUE SMITH IS IN THE BUILDING, I REPEAT-” I cut off Y/F/N’s rant by enveloping her in a giant hug.  
“HOLY CRAP GUYS.” Y/F/N laughed at my once again shocked expression.
I quickly grabbed Y/F/N’s hand and we started making our way towards the center of the club, aiming for the huge crystal chandelier that was dangerously swinging in the middle of the ceiling.  On the way there, a sweaty body knocked into us, forcing our hands apart, but when I looked back she was still there.  Y/F/N smiled a reassuring smile, nodding her head forward to keep me moving.  Good.  
I praised the Lord for giving me hips.  Not only because they are ‘sexy af’ (Y/F/N’s words, not mine), but turns out they’re great in forcefully knocking people out of the way through crowds that keep getting denser.  I started to feel sweat from other bodies slick itself onto my skin and I tried not to gag, but we were so close.  Eh, close enough.  
I stopped suddenly.  This seemed like a good spot.  And it would have to be.  Because a semi-circle of tall, buff men all had their backs towards me, and they did not look like they were going to be swayed aside with the force of curves alone.  As a plus, their blockade created a little more space.  
“HOW’S THIS?” I shouted and turned to find –
Strangers.  No Y/F/N.  Shit where did she go?!  I used my height to scan over some of the people, but from the top they all looked the same.  This honestly would happen.  Great.  Maybe she’d find me? It felt like I’d been waiting for 10 minutes when in reality it was probably just 1, when I saw her.  With a guy.  Oh woah, literally with a guy, he looked like he was viciously attacking her neck and by the way she leaned into him with her head back I could tell she was enjoying it.   At least, hopefully.  Should I go over there?  Eh, she can handle herself.  I’ll just keep watch over here.  
A little self-conscious without the girls next to me, I started just swaying my hips a little and nodding to the music.  But then the jam came on.  And it wasn’t as if anybody was watching anyways.
I ain’t got no type
Bad bitches is the only thing that I like

“YOU AIN’T GOT NO LIFE, CUPS WITH ICE AND WE DO THIS EVERY NIGHT” I started screaming the words as I felt myself let go, running my hands over my body and letting my hair fall into my face.  And I didn’t even drink a sip of alcohol.  
“Mm, and what’s your name gorgeous?” hot breath suddenly fanned against my neck as hands from behind grasped my hips and pulled me into the stranger’s toned front.  Hard.  I looked down and noticed several rings on this creepers’ fingers.  What the fuck?  I attempted to get out of his grasp, but he was strong.  Really strong.  I turned around and cringed as my backside rubbed against his front, hearing him let out a low grunt at the action.
“Get off me! I have a-” I stopped mid-sentence when I came face to face with the man I’d never thought I’d actually see.  The man I’d spent hours fantasizing about with my crazy roommate.  “You’re- What?” I managed to breathe out.  This couldn’t be right.  But the crystal blue eyes, pouty lips, and bleached hair were right in front of me.  Too close actually where I could spot several light freckles along his cheeks.  Fuck.  He was real.  And taller in person.  I became hyper aware of his hands sliding lower down my back and the fact that my front was now touching his, erm, front.
“You were saying.” He smirked, a smirk tainting his cheek as he clearly knew that I knew of him.  How do I respond in a situation like this?? How does anyone respond in a situation with Lucky Blue Smith?? I gulped and hoped it wasn’t visible.  
“I’m here with friends.”  I choked out.  Why would he need to know that?  Fucking smooth one.
He looked behind my shoulders quickly before his blue eyes bore back into mine, amusement clearly written on his face.  “It didn’t look like it to me,” he said.  His husky voice sent shivers down my spine, but I tried to stifle my reaction.  HOW THE FUCK DO I STIFLE MY REACTION TO LUCKY BLUE SMITH.
I coughed slightly.  “She’s, uh, she’s here.  It’s my birthday.”  This was mortifying.  I squealed a little as his large hands squeezed my ass.  “What are you-?”
“You never answered my question.” His lips twitched as he observed my complete floundering.  If his face wasn’t this perfect than we wouldn’t be having this problem.  My eyes roamed down his face, to the strong veins in his neck, and to the dip of golden skin the white button down revealed.  It looked delicious, so kissable.  I wonder what he tastes like….  He interrupted my staring by lifting my jaw up with one hand.  I felt myself blush in his gentle grip.  What had he asked?  Name?
“Y/N.”  Something flashed in his eyes, his features darkening slightly.  Or maybe that was the lighting.
“You have the most beautiful green eyes, Y/N.” He spoke lowly, like a tiger to its prey.  
And I was the fucking bunny.  
My heart rate accelerated as he brought his plump lips to the corners of my mouth, dragging them teasingly to the bottom of my ear, where he lightly bit.
“Fucking perfect body,” he was barely speaking, the low tone making me weak.  He dipped his head lower beneath my jaw and placed a hot kiss there.  I inhaled sharply as he started to painfully suck on the tender skin, and my hands instinctually tangled themselves in his thick hair.  His teeth grazed me and I groaned when he licked a cool stripe over the probably already developed marking.  Just when I was about to tug him closer, he pulled away.  I didn’t even try to hide the disappointment on my face.  Why had he-
“How old are you baby?” He licked his lower lip and I felt heat pool uncomfortably beneath my dress.  Was it bad I was this turned on??  He became impatient with my silence and started to roughly knead my cheeks.  I swore he chuckled as I desperately fought to stifle a moan.  No, no it wasn’t.
“Good, I like them older.”  He smirked as my jaw fell open and he roughly took my hand, leading me through the crowd.  The intimidating men from earlier had made a path for him and spoke something into a Bluetooth.  I was beyond confused.  Where was he taking me?  I looked at his firm masculine hands enveloping my smaller ones in their strong grip.  Did I honestly care?  
Spend it how I like, sinnin’ every night.  
Push-start the whip, brought it strait to life.

The club was rushing past me, and it was bigger than I thought.  We received multiple jealous stares as he quickly dragged me through the VIP section and down several hallways before coming to a stop before a door.  I had no idea where I was.  
“Where are we going?”  I asked, slightly out of breath.  I hoped he didn’t notice.
“To my car,” he didn’t hesitate as he smoothly opened the door, releasing my hand, but quickly placing it on the small of my back.  
Well shit.
The infamous black range rover was parked right outside, hidden in one of the back alleyways.  
“Handy,” I said.  Handy?!  Honestly?!  I felt my cheeks heat up again and I cursed whatever idiot was taking over my body the one time I needed to be collected.
“You have no idea.”  He ran a hand through his hair with a cocky crooked smile as if it was the most casual thing in the world to look that beautiful, and his t-shirt lifted a little as he raised his arm, revealing his toned abs and, oh god, a little bit of his happy trail.  My stomach tied itself in knots.  I really wanted to fucking touch him.  
His keys were already in one hand and he unlocked the car.  I stayed frozen in place.  He looked at me curiously and then with amusement, slowly walked closer to me, slowly, ever so slowly.  God I was aching for him.  And he could tell.
He stopped just mere inches from my face, nose almost resting on mine.  “Do have any idea how much I want you right now Y/N?”  He pressed himself into me and it was the first time I felt the hard outline of his cock.  He groaned and tossed his head back as he lightly ground himself into me.  “How hard you got me by shaking that perky ass of yours?  You were such a fucking tease,” he hissed the last word as he did a particularly hard thrust.  I felt his hardness twitch against my throbbing center and the rough fabric of his black jeans was only adding to the hot friction.  Holy shit.  
I finally released the moan I’d been forcing down and at that he growled.  Roughly shoving me against the car, I wrapped my legs around his lean torso as he grabbed the ends of the dress and forced the material up to my waist. “I bet you taste so sweet, don’t you baby-girl, just like your fucking mouth.”    He crashed his lips onto mine, battling for dominance until I submitted, his tongue asking for entrance that I more than willingly gave.  My hands met his hair again.  His oxygen was mine and mine was his.  My breath hitched as my underwear was suddenly thrown to the side, the cool air from outside reaching the place I needed him most.  He swiped two course fingers along my wet folds, and I whimpered as he brushed past my clit.
“Fuck me you’re drenched,” his voice was raspy as he continued to teasingly swipe up and down, squeezing my clit before circling the bundle of nerves.  He didn’t even try to hide his smug smirk as my eyes rolled back.  The familiar tingle of warmth was already starting to grow in my stomach.  He was good.  “And who made you this wet Y/N?  Who did this to you?” he demanded.  His actions sped up to unbearable pace when I didn’t reply, my legs beginning to shake at the intensity of feeling.  “You-you d-did, oh my God,” I moaned, throwing my head back.  I gasped as he slipped a long finger into my center, the cool metal from the ring heightening my sensitivity as he slowly started pumping it in and out.  “You’re so fucking tight baby.”  He moaned and muffled my scream with his lips as he added another finger, hitting a spot I didn’t even knew existed and increasing the pace to the point where all I saw and felt was white-heat.  The only sound was the smacking of our lips and the sound of my wet sex.  I was close.  I broke from our kiss and somehow formed words.  “I’m g-gonna cu-um Lucky.”  
He froze and pulled his fingers out.  
“What the hell?” I seethed.   Sure this may be Lucky Blue Smith, living breathing sex god, but you don’t leave a girl hanging.  He rose his eyebrows in amusement at my wild hair and flushed appearance.  He chuckled.  “You’re cute when you’re angry.”  
“Well I’m a firm believer in ‘finish what you started.’”
I tried to shove him, but his grip around my waist only tightened, a smirk on his face as he tauntingly rose his fingers in between us.  Fuck.  The light reflected off the liquid that was dripping down his fingers.  
“Oh I intend to.”  He put his fingers in his mouth, sucking, and I was mesmerized as I watch him taste my juices.  He pulled them out with a moan, eyes fixed upon mine.  “God, I can’t wait to properly taste you.”  My center was painfully throbbing again and I swallowed as he effortlessly picked me up, opened the car door, and threw me down on the back seats.
His head lowered in between my thighs, leaving wet kisses first below my knee, then teasingly dragging his jawline up and down my inner thighs.  “Prettiest pussy,” he muttered.  I tried closing my thighs to gain some sort of friction, but his hands kept them in place and locked them down.
“Lucky,” I whined.  He shot his head up to look at me, ocean-cool eyes piecing my thoughts, knowing what I wanted, what I needed.  
“Tell me what you want baby,” he said softly, his breath hitting my center.  I blushed furiously at his words.  This was the most vulnerable I’d felt in a long time.
“You know what I want,” I muttered.  His eyes darkened and his grip on my thighs tightened.  “Y/N,” he said lowly, “tell me what you fucking want and I’ll be more than happy to give it to you.”  I opened my mouth to speak, but looked away in embarrassment instead.  Why was he doing this?
“Hey,” his voice softened and his long arm reached over to turn my head, “Look at me beautiful.  I need you to look at me.” He dropped his hand from my jaw and entwined it with my hand that was clutching the leather seat with white knuckles.  He ran soothing circles on it, as he kissed up my thighs for the second time, leaving open-mouthed kisses as his blue eyes held mine.  “So beautiful,” he muttered in between kisses.  He hovered over my sex, breath hitting it, and I took a deep breath before squeezing his hand.  He didn’t need much more encouragement.  
He licked a long stripe down my sex before nibbling down on my most sensitive nub.  
“Fuck,” I moaned.  He paused, looked at me for a moment, then took a deep breathe.
Burying himself inside of me, his tongue delved in and out almost faster than his fingers.  The plush feeling of his lips lightly sucking around me gave me shivers and his nose repetitively hit my clit.
“Mm Lucky,” I whined, I was close, again.
He raised his other hand from my thigh to grab my breast, squeezing and kneading it, making my nipples harden with pleasure.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, “L-lucky I’m c-close.”
He turned his attention to my clit, swirling his tongue around over my oversensitive bundle of nerves, sucking gently before biting down and then I lost it, shouting his name.  My toes curled from the insane pleasure that shot from my center throughout my whole body, and I continued to jerk as Lucky licked me clean.    
“Like a cupcake.”  He licked his lips as I lay there completely spent, and I heard him hum before he leaned over the seat.  He hovered over my body for a moment, observing my face before leaning down to give me a long kiss.  I taste myself on his tongue and I couldn’t help the moan I released into his mouth.  Leaning lower to deepen the kiss, I felt his hard length straining against the fabric and when I glanced down it looked painful.  
“Oops,” I let out a light laugh as I reached my hands down to try and undo the button, but his hands stopped me.  I looked up at him in confusion, but he just smiled, lightly shaking his head.  
“Tonight isn’t about me remember?”  He ducked his head and peppered small kisses along my chest.
“What do you mean?” I whispered, my voice lowering at the feeling of his affection.
He looked at me with a disbelieving face and broke into a genuine smile.
“Happy Birthday Y/N.”
“Oh my gosh there you are!  We were about to call the cops where the hell have you been?!” Y/F/N shouted, anger and relief both present on her face.  She was waiting outside the club, cell phone in hand, and practically tackled me for the third time that day when I stepped outside.  
“Honestly, I searched everywhere, I’m sorry we got separated…” Y/N’s voice trailed off as she gave me a sheepish look.  If only she knew.
“Okay, I have to tell you something.  You’re probably not going to believe me.”
And for some reason the only thing I could think of in that moment was
Damn.  I never saw him naked.

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This right here is such a powerful moment. I can watch this over and over again. Just a moment before he was so angry and trying to explain himself to Sara. But then he stops. His focus is now on Felicity speaking up & telling him to GO, save Thea, do what you have to do and end this. 

Look at his face. His expression. This meant everything to him in this moment. He was in the middle of a chaotic storm. A life and death situation that he knew he had to deal with his way, yet he was only getting resistance, until she speaks. Once she does, he finds the calm, the peace and the strength to go and fight. 

These two have something unique and beautiful. They can read each other with a look, glance and touch.  When struggles, troubles and tribulations come their way, they are not easily moved or broken. All of this is because they have such a strong foundation that has been built on over the years. A foundation deeply rooted in trust, belief in each other and established in love through the ups and downs, good and bad.

It has been a privilege to watch their relationship unfold from the very beginning and it is not over. There is more story to be told. Yay!

So I just finished all of season 1 dubbed and I’m glad I watched it to the end. I am considering watching it subbed just to appreciate it in it’s original form, but Bryce Papenbrook is amazing and I love his voice so I’m biased.

Can I just say [SPOILERS DUH, GO WATCH EPISODES 22-26 THEN COME BACK] I KNEW THAT GABRIEL AGRESTE WAS HAWKMOTH. Like the thought crossed my mind, not to mention many people in the comments of KissCartoon had theories. Like maybe he isn’t as dumb as Adrien and Marinette are for not realizing that they love each other and that they are Ladybug and Cat Noir.

THE UMBRELLA SCENE, THE FUCKING UMBRELLA SCENE. OH MY GOD THIS SCENE GOT ME SO WEAK, YOU ARE ACTUALLY SEEING THEM FALL IN LOVE RIGHT HERE. I really love how Marinette didn’t shallowly fall for Adrien’s looks, but his kindness and what was in his heart. He truly is a good person and you can clearly tell he cares for her too. 😍❤️

*Request: Can you do an imagine where Chibs x Reader have been together for a few months and he spends time with the reader and her daughter? A big ball of fluff! I mean, c'mon… Chibs and kids? *ovaries gone!* lol*

“Hey Lass.” Your old man Chibs greeted you as you were dropping off lunch for him. “Here you go fat ass.” You said smiling. You had cooked last night and of course he wanted you to go home from work to fix a plate for his lunch and bring him the food that he could’ve fixed on his own. “You never fail to make me happy.” He said grabbing the food. “Yeah I needed to get off work anyways because I need to find a baby sitter for tonight whenever I go to my second job. Brittany is sick so I’m fucking screwed.” You said shaking your head. “Well i got to go because I need to call one of my friends to see if her daughter will watch my kid.” “Alright lass, call me when you get home.” Chibs said.

“Buffy? Can Claire watch my kid tonight? My usual baby sitter is sick with a stomach bug so I need a baby sitter because I cannot miss work tonight.” You asked your friend. “I’m sorry Y/N but Clair has a volleyball game tonight like 45 minutes out and I doubt she’ll be back in time to watch your daughter.” Buffy said. You put your head down because as soon as Buffy told you that, you knew you were screwed for tonight and you could possibly lose your job. “Okay thanks hun.” You told her and hung up the phone. Once you picked your daughter Nicole up from school and got situated in your house, you called Chibs. “Hey love.”Chibs said into the phone bringing some ease to your stressful mind. “UGHHHHH!” You said back to him. “I’m guessing you couldn’t find a baby sitter.” He said smartly. “Yeah, no shit. Jim is going to fire my ass this time. I’ve missed too many days.” You said. Chibs could hear the stress in your voice. “Well, I can watch her?” Chibs said causing you to immediately pick your head up in confusion. “Wait, foreal?” “Yeah, we are done here and there’s gonna be a party later and instead I can just watch Nicole for you.” He said. “Okay, Ill see you when you get here.” You said hanging up the phone about to head to shower before before.


“Hey lass.” Chibs said as you greeted him at the door. “Thank you for doing this Baby, I really needed this.” “Your my woman, why wouldn’t I do this for you? He said. “Okay well she has already done her homework, ate, and took a bath. She should be okay for the rest of the night. Her bedtime is at 8:30, don’t let her tell you anything different.” You said to him walking in circles at this point. “Okay doll, I got it. I do have a daughter you know.” He said “Yeah but she is older and you haven’t took care of a child in a long time Chibs, I just don’t want her to be such a big strain on you. You know what? I’ll just stay here, I’m fine. Jim can kiss my ass.” You said about to go change out of your work clothes. Chibs grabbed you and said,”No Y/N, go to work I have this. If I need anything I’ll call Gemma for help. I doubt we will need any help.” He said looking at Nicole. You smiled and said, “Okay then, I’m going. Bye babies!” You said closing your door. You laughed to yourself because Chibs had no idea what the hell he was getting himself into with Nicole. 

“Can we watch Beauty and the Beast?” Nicole said to Chibs tugging on his cut. “Sure sweetheart, whatever you want.” Chibs said. as soon as he said that Nicole’s face lit up with excitement and said, “I want popcorn,peanut m&m’s,and a strawberry soda to go with the movie.” “Okay I’ll get to it sweetheart.” Chibs said. “Thank you.” Nicole said smiling and wlking off to the couch. After Chibs got the snacks they watched Beauty and The Beast. The movie ended just in time for Nicole’s bedtime. “Alright love, time for bed.” Chibs said rubbing his own eyes because he had gotten tired from watching the movie. “What?! No! We have to play princess now. My mom let’s me all the time after we watch this movie.” She said looking up at Chibs with her Big hazel eyes, which were so hard to say no to. “Okay, only until 9:15.” She smiled and ran to her room to change into her princess dress. “Oh Lord.” Chibs said to himself knowing Nicole wouldn’t probably go to sleep at 9:15.


“Okay, you need to put on your scarf and wear your crown.” Nicole said to Chibs. “Is this how I’m post to hold the cup?” He said sticking his pinky out and sipping strawberry soda out of a teacup. His phone rang and he answered the phone call without looking at who was calling. “Yeah?” He said. “Hey, how was everything? I hope she wasn’t trouble trying to put her to sleep.” You said while taking a drag from your cigarette since you were on break. “Um, yeah. Piece of cake.” Chibs said to you looking at Nicole, telling her to stay quiet. “Is that my mommy?” Nicole said eagerly. “Chibs! It’s 11 o’clock. Why isn’t she sleep?” You said angrily. “We was playing princess party and lost track of time. She’s going to sleep now.” “NO!!” Nicole said running into the bathroom and locking the door. “She locked herself in the restroom didn’t she? You said rolling your eyes. He said, “How did you know?” “She always does that when she doesn’t go to bed on time.” You said. “Oh shit.” He said. “Well, I’m off of break, get her to sleep!” You said and hung up. “Nicole, please open up.” Chibs said knocking on the door. “No, just leave me alone!.” She said throwing a brush to the door.

“Come out and I’ll sing you a song to sleep.” Chibs said trying to get her out of the restroom. Nicole was quiet and slowly opened the door to see Chibs on the floor by the bathroom door. “Can you sing me this little light of mine? That’s the only song I remember my grandma singing me.” She said with her sad eyes. “Well sweetheart, I guess I owe you a song.” Chibs said grabbing her hand…. You were on your way home praying to God that Nicole was sleep and that the house wasn’t a complete disaster. Once you pulled up to the house you braced yourself to walk into a messy house, but instead the dishes were clean and the living room just had empty cups on the table. You made your way to Nicole’s room to find her sleep and Chibs sleep on the floor holding her hand. You laughed to yourself because he had on a crown and a fluffy scarf, which caused him to wake up. “Hey love.” Chibs said looking up. “Shhh” You said waving your hands for him to come to you so the talking wouldn’t wake up Nicole. As you were closing the door Nicole told Chibs, “Thanks for being a good pretend daddy.” Chibs smiled and kissed her goodnight. “You closed the door and said, “What all did you two do?” “We bonded.” He said. “You were right though. She is a handful and a little boss at that, I don’t think Nicole is just enough because kids can be a bit much. He said laughing. You smiled and looked at him with a huge smile. “Yes, no more kids. Come on, lets go to sleep “daddy”.” You said laughing taking his hand in the bedroom.