*remembers all the jumping and fighting she’s done*
Is this why Aladdin is more fixated with boobs. Because he’s always getting a good shot up Morgiana’s skirt so he gets a fix of that and attaches himself to boobs because that’s the one thing Morgiana doesn’t provide.
Also, doesn’t this mean that Hakuryuu has also had a nice view of Morgiana. He can’t stand looking at her face without getting flustered but anything underneath and he’s unfazed
Cristiano Ronaldo Imagine || Not Leaving (Cristiano Jr.)
I throw the last
pair of shoes into my suitcase and zip it up, wondering if I remembered to pack
everything for my work trip, as I’m dragging the suitcase behind me, towards
the stairway. I can hear Cristiano and Junior watching cartoons in the living
room and I don’t want to ruin their fun, so I pick the suitcase up and make my
way down the stairs, silently praying not to fall on my face. Or any other part
of my body. Just not to fall in general. Not falling is great. Judging by its
weight, I most likely got everything I could possibly need and more. A lot
calls out once I’m about halfway down. “Oh my God! Are you purposely trying to
break a bone tonight? Give me that.” He takes the bag away from me and carries it
down, shooting daggers at me with his eyes.
I could’ve done that on my own.”
“Sure. I’m just not
sure if you would’ve gotten down in one piece. You’re the most uncoordinated
person in the world, so how about you leave the heavy lifting to me?” He laughs
and throws an arm around me, ruining my attempt to be mad at him. “What do you
need that much stuff for, anyway? I thought it was just for a couple of days.”
“I lied. I’m
actually leaving you.” I manage to keep a straight face, hoping I’ll scare him
even a little bit. Even for just a few seconds. But of course he just raises an
eyebrow at me, completely unaffected. “You could at least pretend you’d care.”
“You mean I could
at least pretend you were being vaguely convincing, which you weren’t.” He
laughs. “And let’s be real here. Who would leave me?” The fact that he is so obviously joking doesn’t make his
cockiness sound any less annoying.
“I don’t know, but
if you keep saying stuff like that, you might find out pretty soon.”
I playfully shove
him towards the living room and we both sit down on the couch, on either side
of Junior, who is watching an episode of Tom & Jerry that we’ve seen with
him countless times before, but that doesn’t stop him from being completely
focused on the screen. I turn to my boyfriend to make a joke about it, but
Cristiano’s eyes are glued to the TV and I can’t help but laugh to myself.
“You’re evil.” He
turns to me. “How can you laugh at poor Jerry?” I look towards the screen for
the first time and notice the tiny animated mouse being caught in some kind of elaborate
trap, which seems to profoundly affect Cristiano, so I laugh again.
“I’m starting to
think it wasn’t Junior’s idea to watch this.”
“No, I’ve already
seen this one. I don’t even like it. Daddy wanted to watch!” The boy corrects
me, still focused on the cartoon.
“What do you mean
you don’t like it?” I chuckle. “You watch this all the time.”
Junior ignores me,
which isn’t something he does very often, but his father brushes the whole
thing off with a shrug, so I let it slide, thinking he’s probably just too
caught up in his show. We sit there for another hour or so, watching a bunch of
other episodes and I can’t help but notice that Cristiano and I are the only
ones bursting into laughter or even just giggling at some of the scenes. Junior
just sits there in complete silence, looking less than happy.
“Hey.” I put my
hand on the boy’s shoulder, finally earning a reaction from him, as he turns
around to face me. “Is something wrong?” He shakes his head and turns back
father says, getting his attention for a brief second. Another episode has
ended, which leaves Junior with nothing to focus on and ignore us, so his eyes
immediately dart to the floor.
“Are you alright?
What’s going on?” I ask, but it’s as if I’m talking to myself. “You know you
can talk to me, right?” I know he does, but I still feel like he needs reassurance
in order to tell me about whatever is bugging him.
“I don’t want to
talk to you.” He states. Cristiano and I stare at each other in confusion,
because that’s something neither of us expected to hear from him.
“Do you want to
talk to me?” The boy nods, so they both stand up and walk out of the room,
leaving me alone and completely confused.
Part of me is aware
that whatever Junior’s problem might be, it can’t be too big of a deal, seeing
as to how he’s a five year old child, but then again, he’s never not wanted to
talk to me about something. He was only three when Cristiano and I started
dating, so being around me is something he’s always been used to. I know that
getting a three year old to like you isn’t exactly difficult, but I always took
pride in the fact that Junior felt comfortable enough to talk to me about any
and everything for as long as I can remember. Whenever he was upset with his
dad for whatever reason or his friends said something mean or when he just
wanted to tell someone all about a new toy he got, I was his go-to person. And
while I realize that Cristiano is his father and there’s nothing strange about
them talking alone, I still don’t like it. Maybe that’s how he feels every day.
When they finally
come back after what seems like an eternity, Junior looks like he’s been crying,
while Cristiano has an amused smile plastered on his face, which only further
“What’s going on?”
I ask my boyfriend in a hushed tone. “What’s so funny?”
chuckles. “You have the worst sense of humor.”
“What? What did I
say? What are you talking about?”
“Just talk to him,
I roll my eyes at
him and take a few steps towards Junior, whose eyes are still glued to the
floor and I can tell he is a little startled when I crouch down next to him.
“Do you want to
tell me what’s wrong now?” I ask.
“I don’t want you
“Is that why you’re
sad?” He nods and it warms my heart. “You know, I don’t really want to go either,
but it’s my job. I’m only going to be gone for a few days. You won’t even
notice I’m not here.”
Junior yells. “You’re not coming back. I heard you tell daddy.”
At first, I have no
idea what he is talking about, so I turn to Cristiano, but the I-told-you-so
look on his face reminds me of what he just said about my terrible sense of
humor. And then it hits me. Junior must’ve heard us earlier, when we were
talking about my luggage. When I said I was leaving him.
“Oh my God.” I
gasp, holding back a fit of laughter, because I don’t want the boy to think I’m
making fun of him, although the whole situation is nothing short of hilarious.”You
heard us talking earlier, didn’t you?”
“You said you were
leaving us.” The sad look on his face makes me feel incredibly bad and all of
the sudden I don’t feel like laughing anymore.
“I’m not leaving
you. Come here and listen to me.” I sit on the couch next to Cristiano, who
obviously still finds the whole thing extremely amusing, and pat the spot next
to me. “I have to go, but it’s only for a few days. I’m not leaving anyone. I’ll
be back before you know it.”
“You will?” He finally
looks up at me and his lips curl into a smile, his whole face lighting up
“I promise I will.”
I wrap an arm around him and pull him closer. “You should know by now that I
don’t plan on leaving either of you anytime soon. I was just making a joke.”
“A bad joke.”
Cristiano adds with a laugh. “A horribly bad joke.”
“Actually, now that
I think about it, I might just not come back.” I say and Junior immediately
looks up at me. “Joke. Another joke.” Cristiano opens his mouth to say
something that I have a feeling isn’t going to be very nice. “Unless you’re
about to tell me how incredibly beautiful I am, I suggest you keep your mouth
A/N: Here you go, guys! This isn’t a re-write anymore. I hope you all enjoy. I may have one or two parts left. I don’t know yet.
It was quite cliché of you to think
so, but you could have sworn that you saw fireworks go off behind your eyelids
as you began to get lost in the kisses Bucky was pressing against your mouth.
His lips moved almost tenderly, leading yours in a slow, sultry dance. You were
acutely aware of every one of his movements, your body reacting to his
exploring hands by shuddering against him. His fingertips journeyed up your
arms, leaving behind goosebumps and a yearning for more.
He took a hand away from where he
was now tracing your shoulder blades, taking your wrist and pressing your palm
to his pectoral, urging you to get to know him once again. Excitement surged
through you, hands quickly beginning to roam the expanse of his torso,
marveling at the muscles beneath the thin shirt he was wearing.