i just want to cry over my beautiful babies


Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 1,196

A/N: This one is for one of the greatest people on earth, @shawns-love , ily a lot. Shawn as a father…


Y/N’s P.O.V

Shawn has basically been pregnant with me during the last 4 months. He would wake me up in the middle of the night saying he was craving a cheeseburger and did I want one. I mean, obviously I did, but who’s the pregnant one here? Watching the excitement in his face as we set up the nursery and picked out clothes and toys and bedding was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s been looking forward to meeting our little baby since the very first day it was confirmed that I was pregnant. I love him for that. For always supporting, and loving, and caring for me.

All of these heartwarming thoughts are flooding my brain as I stare at Shawn pacing back and forth in the hospital room. “Shawn, baby, I’m fine. My contractions aren’t that close together yet. Have patience.” I say to a frantic Shawn, trying to calm him down a little. He just huffs and stands still, tapping his foot restlessly on the ground. “Shawn. Come here.” I reach out my hand as Shawn walks over to me, a defeated look on his face. “I’m sorry. Sorry,” he says, taking both of my hands in his, “I’m just so nervous and I want everything to go as perfectly as possible. And I just really love you so much and-” Shawn’s tangent is interrupted by the doctor finally entering the room with a warm smile on his face.

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I just want to be pregnant. That’s all. I want to go through hard labor and end up with a beautiful bundle of joy. I want to be kept up all night by a crying baby who will only be consoled by my touch. I want to watch them grow, learn and become their own person.

“I don’t know why youre rushing”
“Are you sure you want this”
“When the timing is right”
“Babies are cute, but they’re work”

I hear this every day. If you’ve never struggled to conceive, you don’t understand the utter emptiness you feel.

Things I have said to my cat - sentence starters

1. “Get off the table.” 

2. “Stop biting me!” 

3. “Stop eating the dog’s food. You have your own.” 

4. “You are so weird.” 

5. “You are not bringing that into the house.” 

6. “That’s my chair. You couldn’t find somewhere else to sit?” 

7. “You make a better door than a window.” 

8. “You are so cute.” 

9. “That wasn’t meant to be a toy, but okay.” 

10. “I just fed you.” 

11. “Get back here!” 

12. “Why don’t you try sleeping at night, like the rest of us.” 

13. “I’m trying to sleep.” 

14. “You’re my baby. My big, beautiful baby.” 

15. “Hey! That’s my water.” 

16. “Yes, I know I’m weird. Stop looking at me like that.” 

17. “Don’t try to play with the parrot. The parrot is not a friendly.” 

18. “No, you can’t go outside.” 

19. “Why must you knock things over?” 

20. “What’s the matter? Why are you crying?” 

21. “The woods are full of things that want to eat you, so please stay on the property.”

22. “Don’t give me that face. You know exactly what you did.” 

23. “My paperwork is not the place for you to nap.” 

24. “There you are! You goober, you scared me half to death!” 

25. “Want to sit in my lap?” 

Can we talk about Tem’s beautiful, stunning, delightful smile? I just want to cry over his precious maori face until my dying day

( also an entire army with that face and that smile. I would feel so blessed )

Make Me Feel Your Love

For the anon who wanted some insecure!dan leading into some good ass lovemaking. (Pun unintended)

Genre: angst, smut, fluff

Word count: 933

Warnings/tags: insecurities, insecure!dan, lovemaking, vanilla, reference to being unwanted or unlovable, goodboyfriend!phil, no condoms but they’ve been together a while and they are consensual and aware, phil cums inside dan hehe, I’m tired of making dan have girly moans sorry it’s unrealistic to me, also phil kinda moans a lot because I feel like he’s a moaner,,,, heheheheh that’s all


“Dan baby, could you hand me-” I see dan on our bed, he’s snuggled into my sweater and his cheeks and red and blotchy, obviously he’s been crying. Rushing over to him, I squat down by the side of the bed, gently pushing his soft hair from his forehead, “Hey, baby, what’s going on right now?”

He sniffles, “Why do you even love me? You could do so much better! I’m all fat and u-ugly.” My heart clenches; this boy.

“Dan, listen to me ok?” He nods, “You are so insanely beautiful sometimes I genuinely can’t stop staring at you. I’m lucky to have you! Not the other way around. You’ve got the most amazing and soft, curly hair that I just want to run my fingers through all the time, the most warm eyes, dark eyelashes I would kill for, and your body is so nice, wanna touch you all the time, all soft and curvy, so much for me to grab, hmm?” Dan’s blushing like mad as I began kissing around his face. “Cutest little button nose,” my lips land on his, “softest lips I’ve ever felt,” I trail down to his neck, “so sensitive for me,” making my way down to his stomach and sucking and nipping at the flesh there, “all squishy and soft.”

“Phiiiillll,” Dan’s breathy whine pushes past his lips, hands reaching to tangle in my hair, “Please please make me feel good.” I hummed, reaching a hand to play with the rosy bud of his left nipple.

“Prettiest little nipples.” My other hand leisurely moves to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them to push them down along with his underwear until he’s naked hips down, I quickly fix that, pulling the sweater over and off of his head.

“You, want you undressed too,” Dan pleads breathily, lips poured just the tiniest bit. Quickly, I’m shedding off my shirt and standing up to peel off my lounge pants and boxers, my pale, purple veined cock springing hard and free to slap curved up against my taut stomach.

Reaching over, I clumsily open the bedside table drawer, grabbing what felt like- and luckily was- the bottle of half empty strawberry lube, popping it open with urgent, slender fingers. Once I thickly coated my fingers in the slimy substance, my hand traveled down dan warm and slighted pinkened skin, skimming just barely at his leaking cock and over his perineum, swirling teasingly around his tight ring of muscles causing his hips gyrate, pushing back onto my hand. My first finger found itself two knuckles deep in Dan’s warm opening, though not alone for long, quickly joined by another as I begin scissoring them, his velvet walls loosening and thighs shaking.

When he’s stretched to three fingers comfortably, I kiss my way up between his legs, using the excess lube to coat my well endowed length. Landing my lips on his, his legs wrap tightly around me, his arms doing the same around my neck, keeping close, only pulling back to gasp when I slowly push into him, immediately aiming for and hitting his prostate softly.

Mind you Dan and I were anything but vanilla, but I could sense tonight was all about just us, nothing extra necessary. I was steady in my thrusts, hitting his prostate dead on, my own moans mixing with his, breaths washing together in the most enticing way and heat burning our skin where fingers gripping and lips kissed. I looking into Dan’s eyes, “Close,” he whispered, walls clenching and toes curling, face and upper body flushed, skin damp, hair curled all messy just the way that reminds me of it in 2010.

“Fuck, come on Dan, feels so good, gonna cum too, cum with me.” I’m rambling but neither of us note, I’m taking Dan’s slick with precum dick into a loose fist and tugging in time with my strong thrusts.

Dan’s breathing halts for just a moment, muscles tightening - /all/ of them, trust me - before he’s spilling over Phil’s fist, body shaking and spasming, throwing Phil over the edge just after him, their groans loud and rough, “Fuck, Dan,” phil’s croaks, throat tight, he’s spilling into Dan, and he knows Dan can feel it, hot, thick, and deep inside of him, as Dan’s sucks in a breath, clenching around Phil, legs and arms pulling him closer, hands tangling in his hair.

When Phil starts going soft, he pulling out of Dan with a certain lazy gentleness one can only achieve in the haze of post orgasm, body still twitching with the aftershocks. He doesn’t bother to clean them up, and he knows they’ll light heatedly bicker about who let them sleep in such a stick mess, Phil ultimately giving in and kissing Dan in the shower as he washes them up, but that’s a moment for tomorrow.

“Love you more than I can express, Daniel. You must know.”

“I know. Love you just as much, if not more.” A small smile settles onto Dan’s lips, leg thrown over Phil’s hips, and head on his shoulder, arms tucked between them as Phil’s settled onto his back, arms wound tightly around Dan, legs tangled with Dan’s free leg.

“It’s impossible, and I’m sure you’ll argue me over it tomorrow, but right now, I just want to sleep with you.”

Dan hums, kissing softly at phil collarbone, “Don’t let me forget.”

“Never.” And Phil isn’t sure if Dan’s referring to Phil’s irreversible love for him, or the playful argument saved for the early morning glow, but neither will Phil let Dan forget for even a moment.


SORRY! So sorry hat I haven’t been active in the means of writing and putting out my own stuff! There are some things I wasn’t really too sure about and didn’t have any ideas on but I’m working on a sequel for “It Feels Right” if anyone’s interested in that,,, ALSO PLEASE SEND SOME COOL AND CREATIVE PROMPTS :)?))????(((((????!!!!!!! K thanks :):

anonymous asked:

BTS song reaction to "Outlaws of Love" by Adam Lambert.

I love this song :’) the meaning behind it gets to me. It’s about not being accepted for being gay (that’s how I interpret it anyway). I will make this reaction BTS ships. It will have repeated names since I ship a few of them with more than one person lmao. I’m just doing my favorite ships so if there’s a ship I didn’t do that you want me to do, please request~

BTS: Reaction to being unaccepted

♥Jin x Namjoon: Another unfair night. He never seemed to live the perfect life he imagined since he came out to his parents. He was so happy with Namjoon and he was hoping his parents would be too. 

He sat in his room that he shared with his boyfriend, thinking of everything that made his life a living hell. And it all started with loving Namjoon; that was the most painful part. He was so helplessly in love and he wouldn’t give that up for the world. 

“Hey baby what’s wrong?” Namjoon spoke gently while sitting on the chair next to Jin’s. He rested his elbow on the table and look at his beautiful boyfriends face. 

“I just… I wish my mom would stop calling me to tell me how disappointed she was in me. I want her to leave me alone…”  Jin spoke while looking up at the ceiling to fight his tears. That’s when Namjoon wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed his forehead gently. 

“She misses you. But she isn’t worth crying over baby.” Namjoon said with a sensitive smile. “Come, let’s cuddle.”

Originally posted by yoongi-path

♥Yoongi x Hoseok: Hobi was conflicted. How could he be so disappointing to his own sister? The one he looked up to most in life? As he sat there and thought about everything, he felt a sudden weight pressing against his back. The weight was something that made his heart flutter but it wasn’t enough to make him smile now.

“Are you ok..?” Yoongi asked in a rough voice, resting his head against the back of his neck, and trailed his fingers up and down Hoseok’s arms.

“I’m alright…” Hobi spoke in monotone. A few seconds of silence went by before Yoongi softly sighed and tapped his fingers on the younger’s shoulder.

“I want you to talk to me. You know I’m ready to listen to you anytime…” He turned Hobi aground to face him, and pulled him into a tight, heartwarming hug. “Because I… I love you…” His confession was the key to Hoseok’s smile. 

Light chuckles erupted from the younger’s throat and it made Yoongi get all flustered. “I love you too Yoongi.”

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

♥Yoongi x Jimin: Jimin was a soft squishy bean that was very shy when it came to his relationships. He wasn’t necessarily accepted within his family so that was really hard for him, especially since he wanted to get married and have them all be there.

Today when Jimin and Yoongi were out in public, grocery shopping, they were holding hands. It was all fine until people started to give strange looks. Even the cashier got a little overly rude. 

“You shouldn’t be so open about it.” She said. Yoongi just pulled Jimin into a very tight hug and glared at the woman.

“At least I’m not a grumpy old cashier now do your damn job.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

♥Hoseok x Jimin: Cute selfies together were their thing. Everyday they would take at least 20 new pictures together. Funny faces, serious faces, adorable faces, and even pictures of them kissing and making out. 

Today was just another one of those lazy days that the boys craved. They loved having alone time. While they were taking pictures, Jimin’s phone rang. It was a text from him mother whom abandoned him when he came out of the closet. He licked his lips and set his phone down, but Hobi gave him no time to negatively react.

“Jiminie look at me, kiss, kiss.” He puckered his lips and poked the younger’s sides to get him to laugh.

Originally posted by jihopedesu

♥Jimin x Taehyung: In public they weren’t the most affectionate couple. Mostly because Jimin got shy with stuff like that, especially since it wasn’t very sociably acceptable. Taehyung didn’t mind of course, but at the same time he just wanted to show his world off to the outside. He wasn’t to show off his perfect boyfriend, and the reason why he kept smiling.

So one day in public Taehyung got ballsy. “Chimchim.” He spoke while giving a suggestive look to his boyfriend that was picking out bananas.

“Yeah?” Jimin looked at his taller boyfriend with big eyes that made Taehyung weak.

“I dare you to kiss my cheek. Right now.” Tae said loudly. Jimin got all tense and looked around quickly.

“Tae, n-not now.”

“Fine, then we’re not cuddling tonight.” Taehyung shrugged while looking at the watermelon. Jimin contemplated in his head and sighed heavily before growing the balls and kissing him on the cheek in front of everyone.

Originally posted by jxnhyungs

♥Jimin x Jungkook: Jikook was the type off couple to wear clothes that compliment each other. Jimin would wear black while Jungkook wore white. They’d argue with each other about who looked sexier. 

“It’s me.” Jimin said as if it was the most obvious thing.

“What? I mean, have you seen me??” He purposefully asked a woman who seemed to be extremely homophobic-just to piss Jimin off-a question. “Miss, who looks better? Me or my dumb boyfriend who thinks he’s better than me because he was born in Busan first?”

Jungkook was very open about the relationship. He was super proud, and slowly that started to rub off on Jimin.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

♥ Taehyung x Jungkook: This couple was the openly gay couple. Gay festivals, gay parades, count them in! They were very proud to have each other, considering that’s all they had. Their parents disowned them because they made the “wrong” choice. So Vkook took this as a positive thing. Now it was just them against the world, and they knew they could easily win.

Taehyung was one to get openly mad when someone judged. When a lady made a rude comment about them in a grocery store, he grabbed the nearest item and used it as a microphone.

“Do you see this? This guy is mine. Mine!” Taehyung said loudly into the stuffed giraffe. Jungkook would just look at him like he’s crazy, but he’d end up laughing and kiss his cheek when he was finished with his rant. 

Originally posted by smol-jims

Yongguk - Dangerously Innocent ♥ [Epilogue]

Originally posted by missbaptan

Member: B.A.P’s Bang Yongguk

Pairing: MafiaLeader!Yongguk &  You

Genre: Just fluff.

Warnings: Barely any. Some smut, talk about dying during Child-birth

Words: 3,016

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Epilogue.

A/N: It’s time to say good bye ♥ Thank you for being a part of this.

~6 years later~

“Mommy!”  You look up to see you two year old son standing next to your bed. He looks like the beautiful man whose hand he is holding. “Babe. It’s time to wake up.” You sit up and look at your beautiful fiance. You still remember the moment he asked you to marry him…

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Denial - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 2,001

Warnings:Smut, Thigh Riding, Cunnilingus, Implied Blow Jobs, Multiple Orgasms, Face-Fucking, Teasing, Dirty Talk.

Summary: You shiver when he speaks, his hot breath kissing your flushed skin. “You know you want this (Y/N), don’t try to deny it.” Chanyeol groans in your ear.

Request for anon, sorry it took so long. I hope this was what you were looking for.

“C'mon, baby?” Chanyeol asks again, urging the situation far more than you would like to admit. You exhale, closing your eyes, just ignore him (Y/N), he’ll give up eventually, you think going back to your duties upon the kitchen counter. Or at least you wanted to believe he would give up. Yet by how things were progressing you were beginning to think otherwise. You shake your head, no you can’t allow him to over power you, I didn’t matter how many times he asks, the answer will still be no. No amount of sweet talk will make you change that.

Chanyeol whines at your answer, unpleased at your stubborness, of course by what he was doing wasn’t helping any either. You tried to block him out, to shut him out of your head but your body thought different as it reacts to his sounds. It only worsens when you hear Chanyeol get up from his seat across the room, your body tensing to the realization he’ll find out your enjoying yourself. Which you honestly didn’t want to.

Hands eventually rest upon your waist and you jump slightly, Chanyeol just laughs, leaning forward inhaling your wondrous scent, lips ghosting across the back of your neck, making the hairs stand on end. You shiver when he speaks, his hot breath kissing your skin. “You know you want this (Y/N), don’t try to deny it.” Chanyeol groans in your ear, pressing himself against you and it takes everything in your power not to moan at how hard he was.

He was only making it more difficult for you not jump him, especially from how turned on he had gotten and from thinking about his current proposal.

“I really don’t.” You say after a pause, your voice shaken from straining it so long. Yet Chanyeol wasn’t stupid, he knew you were lying through your teeth and fortunately you didn’t mind. You loved the idea he knew, it made the tension so much more erotic. If you were honest with yourself, you would give in to his charm and do as he asks but you were too embarrassed, it clouded your better judgement. Maybe in your thoughts you would take his offer and ride him like he wished but not with the conscious you have now.

Chanyeol grinds against your ass, gasping at the feel of you. You bit you lip to hush your pleads of bliss, closing your eyes. Inwardly you moaned, It was delirious and delicious, you wanted nothing more than to move back against him but you couldn’t, if you do Chanyeol would undoubtedly take your actions the wrong way and think you accepted his proposal.

You drowned in the feel of him, your cunt soaking at the press of his cock so close, at the need it hungers after. “C'mon (Y/N), I know your pussy craves it.” Chanyeol gasps, turning you around roughly, fingers digging into your hips. It didn’t hurt but fuck was it sexy.

You bite your lip, averting his eyes and Chanyeol growls at the rudeness. He doesn’t even hesitate as he drags you to the couch across the room. You don’t dare argue for you obediently follow. Once he sat down he yanks you with him, landing right in his lap, not that you minded any.

With you where he wants you he pulls your forward, pressing his needy lips against yours in a greedy kiss. Chanyeol’s lust was clear, he needed you and as much as you told yourself you’d never give in to something like this couldn’t really deny his want. So throwing out your stubbornness you give in.

You kiss him back, burying your fingers through his soft hair, the other rested snuggly at his shoulder. He was eager to feel you like this and now that he has you where he wants you there was no stopping. Chanyeol slips his tongue past your parted lips, knocking the wind right out of your lungs as he drives you insane with unmistakably pleasure. This makes you moan, savoring the wonderfulness of his mouth pressed against yours.

Chanyeol lifts his hips to yours, pressing his dick flush against your soaked cunt, mingling both your aroused sex together. You break the kiss, your head tossed back in pure bliss. “Fuck, (Y/N), your soaked, I can feel it through your shorts. God, does it feel good.” You whine and Chanyeol takes it as a good sign to contiune, grinding even harder up against you. You howl, pressing yourself down on him, moving in time with his thrusts.

Chanyeol moans, gripping your hips as he guides you down on him. Your both lost in the euphoria of each other, gasping at the wondrous feeling of mixed emotions. Chanyeol leans up holding you to his chest, kissing down your jaw, his lips creating a slippy trail down your neck, where he plants hickeys in his wake. You mewled, your legs wobbly at the inteseness of his actions. You just wanted him to rip your clothes off and make you his already, to pound his cock deep inside you pussy until you forget everything.

Chanyeol smirks at his control, he loved seeing you all torn and breathless, it was a sight he would never live without. He yanks your hair back, and you groan loudly, your pussy wettening at the roughness. “Damn, (Y/N), you won’t believe how fucking hot you look right now, I just want to throw you against the back of this couch and fuck you senseless, but that can wait. I want to taste you more than anything, to feel those beautiful walls around my tongue.”

You nod without even being asked of anything, far too torn with ecstasy that you would do anything he wanted, whatever it may be you honestly didn’t give a shit, not in this state. Whatever he was willingly going to offer you you wanted relentlessly. It didn’t matter anymore. “Please Chanyeol, I want it.” You beg helplessly, looking deep into his lust-filled eyes wanton.

Chanyeol cherishes your will and kisses you squarely, swallowing the cries you were electing. Holding you tight to his chest, your boyfriend lays himself on his back, letting you better access of topping. Your kiss splits when he grabs you, his fingers digging harshly into your ass. It shocks you at first but you just blow it off, enjoying it nonetheless.

Chanyeol lifs his leg up between you, pressing his thigh against your needy cunt, wanting to relish more in how turned on you was. You gasp his name, pressing yourself even harder down on him, savoring the sensations he was bringing to you. Sitting upright you grind down against him, the slickness of your pre-cum slippery inside your folds, giving you a even greater outcome. “Ahhhh, Channie, fuck don’t stop.”

“You’re so sexy like this (Y/N), fucking yourself down on me like the little slut you are, you should see yourself.” Chanyeol murmurs darkly, nails digging into your hips, his cock pulsing at the thought of how good you’ll taste when you reach satisfaction, of how slick your sweet cum will be on his tongue. He just wallows in the desire of it. You groan at his comment, Chanyeol pushing his thigh harder against your pussy, wanton for your orgasm to rise so he could have you to the extent he was craving. Of course you chased after it too.

C'mon baby, come for me, let me feel your body spasm and quake against mine, to hear you cry my name over and over until your beautiful voice becomes broke and horase, I want to see that gorgeous look on your face when your orgasm hits you hard, and all thanks to me no less.“ Chanyeol demands, rocking himself even more against you, and when you feel said climax rising you do just that.

Your body tenses when you reach your golden peak, Chanyeol’s name loudly erupting from your throat. Your senses numb as your vision witens, your nails digging into his shoulders. Your boyfriend basks in the breathtaking beauty of your orgasm, rubbing his thigh in slow circles across your clit, your body jerking at the over sensibility. “Ahhh, (Y/N), you’re so beautiful getting off, especially if the person doing it is me.” You make a coherent noise, too exhilarated in pleasure to answer.

It didn’t take no time at all before Chanyeol’s pulling you forward by your hips, hinting his next movements as he begins fumbling with your short buttons. You allow him, rocking your hips when he pulls them down, sliding your legs out. With those tight restraints out of his way, your boyfriend leads you above him, over his face. As embarrassed as you should be couldn’t be more eager to feel that tongue on your core, to have him swallow all your juices from his greedy actions.

Chanyeol moans at the sight before him, reaching up he slides his fingers through your drenched folds, gasping at how wet you’ve gotten from his tease. “You love when I touch you, don’t you baby? Of how good it feels when I get you gone,”

You close your eyes, blissful noises leaving your throat. “Oh god yes, more baby.” You plead, tossing your head back when he slides in a finger,

Chanyeol thrusts his finger in fast and deep, electing cries of ecstasy out of you, begging for more. He gives you just that. Slightly lifting up he presses his tongue against you, both moaning out loud. Chanyeol’s fast acting as he eats you out, needing more of your cum on his tongue. You don’t complain.

You gasp noisily, hands pulling harshly at your hair in the overwhelming bliss of your boyfriends wonderful mouth, the combination of his fingers and tongue seemingly driving you mad. Fuck, you couldn’t begin to explain how damn good he was making you feel, and the overstimulation of your last orgasm only made it better. You cry his name over and over, rocking your hips slightly against his face, craving more.

Chanyeol groans, suckling harder at your clit, digging his finger deeper inside you, searching for your spot and once he finds it you squirm, your body jerking from the inteseness of both appendages. Chanyeol knows your close so he speeds up, pressing his finger harder against that spot until you inevitability reach sastifaction. And when you do it hits you hard.

Your body visibly tightens, loud screams of pleasure erupting from within as you release against your boyfriends face. Chanyeol smiles across your pussy, tasting your cum with joy, your body jerking in the sensitivity when he does.

Chanyeol moans as he cleans you up, removing his finger from your dripping hole to get a better taste. Your breaths come out in heavy pants as he finishes. Though when he does you stumble to hold yourself upright. Your boyfriend sees this and after he wipes his lips he moves underneath you, sitting you in his lap. He gasps when you landed right on his cock, the neglect now beginning to set in. You feel it too and it makes you moan, loving the idea of how hard he gotten from tasting you.

Naturally you wasn’t the girlfriend to leave your lover hanging so to resolve his little problem you slowly trail your mouth down his body, kissing the bare flesh that you begin to reveal. Chanyeol moans, his breath uneven as he anticipates your doings. “Now its my turn to taste you.” You murmur against his buldging front, feeling his cock react to the tender touch of your lips so close. Chanyeol visibly begs and smile acknowledged, “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll wish you hadn’t provoked me.”

Chanyeol chuckles lowly, yanking you forward by the back of your hair. His lips crash against yours and you groan, loving how possessive he gets when he’s horny. “Yeah? Well I guess we’ll find out, now won’t we?”

“Hmm, I guess so.”

Sweet Dreams

Title: Sweet Dreams

Author: @chicgeekgirl89

Prompt: They both hate the song that one of the children’s toys make

Description: Being a new parent is exhausting.

Rating: T (for a teeny, tiny bit of language)

“Is she hungry?”

“No I’ve tried, she won’t eat.”

“Maybe she’s wet.”

“She can’t be, I’ve only just changed her.”

“Could she be sick?”

“I don’t know Ron, you’re not the only one here who’s never had a baby before!” Hermione said in exasperation, bouncing her screaming child tiredly where she sat on their bed.

“Well we have to do something! She’s been crying for hours!”

“I know.” Hermione seemed on the verge of a nervous collapse. “I don’t think there’s any hope for it.”

It didn’t seem possible that Ron’s face could fall any further, but it did. “Again?”

“It’s the only thing she likes!” She looked at him, tears in her eyes. “We have to. I can’t take listening to her like this any longer.”

As if sensing that her mildly famous, but woefully inexperienced parents were at their wits end, three-week-old Rose Granger-Weasley let out a bloodcurdling scream that caused the hair on the back of Ron’s neck to stand up.

“All right! All right!” his voice cracked in panic. “Put her in the basinet!”

Hermione laid the baby in her bed, still shrieking at the top of her lungs. “All right Rosie, it’s all right,” Ron told her. “I’ve got your toy right here.”

He pushed the button and then sat down heavily on the bed next to his wife as tinny music filled the room. “I hate that bloody toy,” he said tiredly.

“Don’t swear in front of the baby,” Hermione said automatically, her monotone voice an indication of how much she also hated that toy.

The offending toy was a little lion with a button in the center which, when pressed, caused it to light up and play an electronic version of a song that was vaguely familiar, but to which neither Ron nor Hermione, in their sleep deprived state, could remember the words. It was the only thing that calmed their distraught child, but it also meant neither one of them could sleep as the sound was incredibly annoying and it only played for one minute and twelve seconds before shutting off. As soon as it did, Rose would cry and the cycle started all over again.

“I cannot believe that our beautiful, magical baby will only fall asleep to a muggle toy your parents bought for five pounds that makes me want to rip my ears off,” Ron told his wife.

“What are we going to do?” Hermione asked. “We haven’t slept in a week. What if she never stops crying? What if we just have to keep pressing the button on that toy over and over and over again? How is she ever going to function? How is she going to go to Hogwarts or get a job?”

Ron’s eyes were wide. “We’ll have to go to Hogwarts with her. How are we going to do that? I can’t get into the girl’s dormitory,” he said. “Oh god, what are we going to do?”

It was a clear mark of exhaustion that both of them were completely serious and that neither realized the ridiculousness of these statements.

The room went quiet and dark and Rose immediately began to wail. “I’ll get it,” Hermione said wearily, stumbling toward the baby. “It’s okay sweetie, Mummy’s here.”

She pushed the button once. And then again. “Oh god.”

“What’s wrong?” Ron asked.

“I think the batteries are dead.”

Rose’s screaming grew louder.

“What do you mean, the batteries?”

“Batteries, Ron! Batteries! They’re the muggle things that make this toy work! Your dad has loads of them in his shed, how can you not know what batteries are?” Hermione cried frantically, searching her bedside table.

“I know what a bloody battery is!”

“Don’t swear in front of the baby!” She slammed the drawer shut, running her hands through her hair. “I don’t have anymore. I thought I did, but I don’t.”

“Well what are we going to do?!” Ron cried over the baby’s screaming.

“I-I don’t know!” Hermione said miserably.

“I’ll go check the kitchen!” Ron yelled too loudly as he charged manically out the door into the living room.

Hermione scooped Rose back into her arms and resumed bouncing once more to no avail. “Come on sweetie,” Hermione told her daughter. “You don’t need that toy to go to sleep, you just close your eyes-“

But Rose continued to cry.

“Okay!” Ron ran back into the room, eyes wild. “There are no batteries in the kitchen. But it’s okay because I called Harry.”


“Hermione,” he put a hand on her shoulder looking very serious, albeit slightly crazy, “Harry lived with muggles. He knows about muggle things. He. Might. Have. Batteries.” 

“Okay yeah,” Hermione nodded vigorously. “Yeah good plan. That’s great.”

There was a pop in the living room and then the sound of Harry’s voice. “Ron? Hermione? Are you all right?”

“We’re in the bedroom!” Ron called. “Did you bring the batteries?”

“Batteries?” Harry appeared in the doorway, his face concerned. “Why would I bring batteries?”

“You didn’t bring them?” Hermione looked close to collapsing.

“Ron’s patronus just burst into my house at three o’clock in the morning and said ‘baby batwings’ so no, I didn’t bring any batteries, I panicked and got over here as fast as I could.” He peered at them curiously. “What’s happened to you two? Is Rose all right?”

“She won’t stop crying!” Hermione said hysterically. “It doesn’t matter what we do, she just. Keeps. Crying.”

“We haven’t slept in a week,” Ron croaked. “And then that stupid, bloody toy—“

“DON’T SWEAR IN FRONT OF THE BABY!” Hermione shrieked.

“All right,” Harry said, holding up his hands in what he hoped was a pacifying manner. “Hermione, give Rose to me.”

She hesitated, perhaps uncertain that anything Harry did would change their situation. “It’s all right,” he told her. “You two go in the living room and just sit down for a minute. I’ve got her.”

She placed a wailing Rose into his arms and she and Ron walked into the living room where they collapsed onto the sofa.

Both Ron and Hermione would like to say that they spent the next ten minutes calming down and sweetly reassuring one another that they were doing fine as parents; that all babies cry and they were not the only people in the world who couldn’t calm their distraught infant. But in actuality they both sat unmoving, eyes glazed over in a kind of stupor on either end of the sofa until Harry poked his head out of their bedroom.

“She’s asleep,” he told them.

Ron blinked at him. “What?”

“Rose. She’s sleeping.”           

“How…?” Hermione seemed at a loss for words.

“Come and see.”

They returned to their room to find their baby fast asleep. A spinning, glittering globe was suspended magically in the air above the basinet casting a mesmerizing light over the ceiling and walls. “What is that?” Ron asked.

“It’s a Star Spinner,” Harry said. “George made it for us when James was born. I had it in my pocket so I thought I’d give it a try. Al doesn’t seem particularly interested in it and I figured you three might need it more than we do.”

Hermione threw her arms around Harry’s neck, sobbing. “Thank you!”

Harry laughed. “No problem. Now, try to get some sleep.”

Hermione woke in the morning to light streaming in the window. She pushed her hair groggily out of her face and struggled to look at the clock. 8:30am. “Ron, Ron wake up!” she said, shoving his arm and struggling toward the basinet. “Rose!”

“Whatisit?” he mumbled sleepily, “She okay?”

Hermione stared down at the sleeping baby. “I don’t believe it,” she said.

Ron stood and joined her. “She’s still asleep.”

“I have never been more glad in my life that we are best friends with Harry Potter,” Hermione said fervently.

Ron laughed and pulled her back to their bed where she snuggled into his chest. “It’s been weeks since we’ve gotten to do this,” she told him.

“Since before Rosie was born. And you were quite a bit bigger then.”

“I still fit though.”

“Yeah.” She could hear the smile in his voice even though she was facing away from him. “You always fit.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I’m glad you’re the one doing this with me.”

She turned so that she could look at him. “Me too,” she said softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Her eyes widened. “My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean.”


“That’s the song the toy plays! My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean!” She sighed in relief. “Oh thank Merlin, I thought that was going to bother me forever.”

“I don’t care if it is a Gryffindor lion. When we get out of this bed I’m going to destroy that toy.”

“Even if it turns her into a Slytherin?”

“For our sanity, I’m willing to risk it,” he said bravely as she laughed.

Her laughter woke Rose who began to fuss but quieted once Hermione brought her to their bed and snuggled her in between them. “What?” she asked when she caught Ron watching.

“You’re an amazing mum,” he said.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m barely hanging on here Ron. Last night made that very evident.”

“No, I mean it, you’re brilliant. This is the best thing you’ve ever done. I didn’t think I could love you anymore but the way you look at her and take care of her…it’s amazing.”

Tears welled up in Hermione’s eyes and she wiped them away furiously. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re saying such nice things and all I can do is cry. I don’t know who’s cried more in the last three weeks, me or her. You certainly didn’t know you were signing on for a highly opinionated baby and an emotionally unstable wife.”

He chuckled, and cupped her face tenderly, wiping away the remaining tears with his thumb. “It’s mental, but I love it. I wouldn’t change a thing about our life right now. What we have is perfect.”

Hermione looked down at her sweet daughter and then back into the eyes of her adoring husband. “It really is, isn’t it?”

Always Willing to Help

Summary: I had a request for Nothing Is Working from Dean’s perspective. The reader has been having a hard time getting off. Dean happens to hear her cry out in frustration one time and she’s so upset that she blurts out what’s going on. He, of course, gives her a hand.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  2587

Warnings:  nsfw, explicit language, explicit sexual content, fingering, unprotected sex

Originally posted by hunterchesters

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Pack Mom - Part 23

A/N// So Here’s Another Part Of Pack Mom, Hope You Enjoy! Please Tell Me What You Think!

Y/N’s P.O.V

So after Lydia had taken us to 5 different shops we have finally found a shop with gorgeous dresses, it had something for everyone.  First off we started looking for Talia’s flower girls dress because she was already getting tired so I didn’t want her to fall asleep as I needed to try on her dress. 

There were so many pretty dresses for her and it was so hard to choose. I didn’t want anything too big for her as she had to be able to walk in it by herself. I took her out of her stroller, to let her walk around for a little bit. 

“Y/N what about this one?” Lydia asked holding up a tutu ivory lace pink dress with a pink ribbon around the waist tied into a bow. 

“Lydia that is the cutest dress ever! I’m going to get her to try it on” I told her taking the dress from Lydia and taking Talia’s hand and taking into the changing room. I hung the dress up and lifted Talia up so she was standing on the seats. 

“You’re going to look like a pretty little princess” I cooed kissing her cheek removing her clothes leaving her in her diaper. I took the dress off the hanger and slipped it over her head. I pulled it down and she made me want to cry. She was perfect. The dress just came above her feet so she wouldn’t trip over and means that we could get her some really pretty shoes

“Baby you look beautiful,” I hugged her opening the door to the changing room standing in front of Talia so the girls couldn’t see her yet.

“Are you 3 ready to see my pretty little girl?” I asked and they all smiled nodding their heads getting excited. I moved out of the way and all the girls awed with tears filling their eyes. 

“She looks beautiful Y/N” Kira cooed wiping her eyes. 

“Just like her mother,” Malia said smiling 

“She’s absolutely gorgeous” Lydia smiled, looking down at Talia. They were right. My baby girl was perfect. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t wait to see Derek’s reaction on the day. 

“Come on let’s get you dressed,” I told Talia taking her into the dressing room getting her changed. When I put her leggings on she let out a big yawn as she rubbed her eyes with her little fists. 

“Someones tired” I smiled picking her up as she rested her head on my shoulder as she started sucking her thumb her eyes fluttering shut. I carried her out laying the stroller back then laying her down, giving her, her dummy and she fell asleep instantly. 

“Right now let’s get sorted” Lydia smiled looking at all the bride’s dresses. There were hundreds to choose from. Literally hundreds. After looking for around 30 minutes that’s when I spotted it. 

“It was white, strapless, it had diamonds around the waist and frilled down and would trail behind me. 

“Wow!” Is all I could get out. It was perfect. I loved it! I had to try it on. I took it into the changing room. It took me around 8 minutes to get the dress on and when I looked in the mirror and started crying. I opened the door and the 3 girls stood they’re speechless. They started crying just like me.

“Y/N, y-you look b-beautiful” Lydia cried as she wiped her tears. 

“Derek is sure on lucky man,” Kira told me with a big smile on her face. 

“Thank you so much” I couldn’t believe that I found the dress. I loved it. I took it off and got dressed not wanting to get anything on the dress and taking it out to give it to the cashier as well as Talia’s dress. Then going to help the girls with their dresses. 

Malia and Kira got the same dress which was white at the top then came down into a light pink which came down to their feet. 

“It’s lucky I love you Y/N, I would never wear a dress. But for you, I will” Malia laughed handing the dress to the cashier. 

For Lydia, we found a light pink strapless long dress with a pink ribbon around the waist. All the dresses were perfect. We paid for all the dresses and Lydia went to put them into the car when we went to find shoes.

I found a silver pair of high heels, which had diamonds which would come across my foot. Talia had a pair of gold sparkly shoes with a baby pink flower at the end. All the girls got the same pair of shoes which were a plain light pink high heel that went really with their dresses. 

After 5 hours of shopping, we had the majority of the stuff bought, and we were headed back to the car. Lydia put the shoes with the dress as I carefully put Talia into her car seat not wanting to wake her up. 

“I will keep all the dresses and shoes at mine and keep them safe from the boys” Lydia smiled as we drove to the loft, with Talia sound asleep in the back. 

“Thank you for all of you helping today” I thanked them for feeling very grateful and excited about the wedding, I couldn’t wait to see the boys, to see my little girl walking down the aisle. To see my baby, and finally become a Hale.

We pulled up outside the loft, I hugged all the girls and took Talia inside seeing that the boys weren’t home yet, so I put Talia in her crib and quickly got changed into some comfy clothes going to sit on the sofa and started watching TV, catching up on shows that I have missed because of all the planning.

Derek’s P.O.V

So after lunch, I decided that we could do a bit of clothes shopping and getting Liam new lacrosse stuff as his stick was breaking and needed a new helmet. But after we finished we went back to the car and started driving back to Scott’s. 

“So I can keep mine and Liam’s suits at your house until the day right?” I asked Scott and he nodded, smiling at me as Stiles was sat in the back with Liam on his phone checking his social media.

“Yep that is fine, I will make sure they are safe and no one touches them” Scott smiled turning on the radio listening to it all the way to Scott’s. I pulled up into the driveway turning off the car.

“You want to come in?” Scott asked getting out of the car. 

“I would but I better get Liam home,” I said as Liam was fast asleep in the back. Scott and Stiles nodded taking the suits into the house as I drove back to the loft. Once I pulled up I got out and opened the back door to Liam. 

“Hey kiddo, wake up then you can nap on the sofa” I shook him as he opened his eyes nodding his head and getting out of the car.

Y/N’s P.O.V

I was still on the sofa watching TV when the loft door slid open and Derek and Liam came over as I opened my arms up and pulled him into my lap as he snuggled into me closing his eyes. 

“Tired sweetheart?” I asked and he nodded, I grabbed a blanket and put it on the young beta as he fell asleep resting his head on my chest as I rocked him side to side, helping him sleep.

“So how did shopping go?” Derek asked putting his arm around my shoulder pulling me into his embrace.

“Yes, it was a great day! We got all the dresses and shoes, I can’t wait until you see Talia” I smiled kissing him. 

“I can’t wait to see you.” He pulled me closer to him as I rested his head on his shoulder. 

“What about you? How did shopping go?” I asked running my hands through Liam’s hair making him snuggle into me more. 

“Yep! Got all the suits and even managed to get Liam some new Lacrosse stuff which is in the bag over there” He told me pointing to the sports bag with a new stick poking out the top. 

For around 30 minutes we just chilled watching TV until Talia started crying signalling that she was awake. 

“I’ll get her,” Derek said getting up because Liam was still fast asleep on me, the poor boy was so tired. 

Derek came back into the room with Talia in her arms who still looked tired, as she rested her head on her dad’s shoulder sucking her dummy.

“I think I might feed her, give her a quick bath, then put her down for the night,” He said and I nodded as he was taking her into the kitchen putting her into her highchair getting ready to give her, her dinner. 

While Derek sorted out Talia I grabbed Liam’s phone as it was the closest to me and order 3 pizzas and a chocolate fudge cake for our dinner which would take around an hour to come, which gave Derek enough time to get Talia to sleep and Liam to have a good nap. 

45 minutes later Derek was back in his seat next to me while Talia was fast asleep in her crib. 

“I can’t wait for food! I’m so hungry” I said leaning my head back on her sofa. 

“It will be here soon” Derek laughed putting a film on. Liam started shuffling around in my arms opening his eyes letting out a big yawn as he cuddled into me. 

“Hello, baby. Did you have a good nap?” I asked him rocking him in my lap.

“I did thank you” He smiled at me resting his head back on my chest as I wrapped my arms around him and rocked him.

“You woke up just in time, dinner is coming,” I told him and he sat up ready for food. 

“After we eat Liam, what do you say if I help you with your game for a little bit?” Derek asked him and a big smile grew on his face and he nodded his head as the door bell went and Derek went a paid for the Pizza as Liam helped me get plates and drinks setting them on the table as Derek came in with the food.

“Food!” I cheered filling my plate with Pizza and digging in as the boys laughed. 

3 boxes of pizza and a chocolate fudge cake later all of us were full and getting ready to relax. 

“Come on then Liam, let’s pay video games for a little bit before bed” Derek smiled getting up kissing me and following Liam into his bedroom. 

Derek’s P.O.V

“So what part were you stuck at?” I asked Liam sitting on his bed as Liam got everything sorted out ready to play. 

“It’s just this level is really hard, I can’t kill all the zombies and get to when I need to go” Liam whined handing a controller to me setting the game up so we were ready to play.

“Okay, we can do this together okay,” I told him leaning back on his bed as he sat next to me ready to kill all the zombies. 

Y/N’s P.O.V

After around 2 hours I was ready to go to bed, so I quickly got changed and went to check on Liam and Derek to see what time they would be finished. When I stepped into Liam’s bedroom I saw the cutest sight ever. 

Derek and Liam as both fallen asleep, Liam had his head rested on Derek’s chest and they both had their controllers in their hands and the TV was still on. 

I took a few pictures then took the controller off Liam saving his game for him then taking the controller off Derek and pulling the duvet over them tucking them both in then turning the TV off then leaving them to sleep and heading to my bed for a peaceful night sleep.

Part 24? Please Send In Your Ideas

Flirt (S.M)

 Requested: Anon sent prompt number 23 “All that ass in those jeans, damn.”, and didn’t say who, so I’m just gonna go with my bby Shawn :)

Description: You’ve known Shawn since the third grade and hadn’t talked to him much until you were a freshman in college when he started hanging with some of your friends. Shawn takes a liking to you and doesn’t stop his endless flirting self. IT GETS CUTE AND FLUFFY.

Rating: Cursing (barely)

Ok so its not that good and its short but I tried. I couldn’t really think of anything to write lol.

Tonight, as any other Friday night, was spent with your friends at a bar you were all too young to get in, but your fake I.D.’s allowing you to gain access. Tonight was kind of a big night for you, you’re friends were celebrating passing your psychology class with an A. The celebration wasn’t a cake, or flowers, it was getting shitfaced. I ordered myself another margarita when the boys all came in. Jackson, Nick, Ian, and the Shawn Mendes. He’d recently found your instagram and hit you up telling you hoe pretty you were and how he”d like to see you and some of his friends, which were also mine, again.The funny thing was Shawn never paid much attention to me until now. I took it as a ‘You got hot and I kind of remember you and you’re friends with mine so hi’ type of deal.

Everyone sat down around our table, and Shawn sat directly next to me putting his hand on my thigh. I didn’t really acknowledge it until it started moving up my thigh. I looked at him and he had a cocky grin on his face. “Two can play at that game, Mendes.” I didn’t waste my time, i just put my hand over the crotch of his black jeans. I felt a reaction almost instantly, making me chuckle. “Eager?” His smile was turned into a straight line and his cheeks like tomatoes.

The night progressed and i was completely out of it. Slurring my words, dancing on the sidewalk on the way back to my apartment, I was even flirting with Shawn, who insisted on walking me back home. I knew he wasn’t nearly as bad as I was, but he was buzzed. I skipped in front of him and heard him almost growl. “How do you fit all that ass in those jeans, damn.” I only giggled and kept on walking on up to my apartment complex. I unlocked the door and turned to Shawn about to say goodbye, but instead of words coming out Shawn shoved his lips against mine. I kissed back feeling a rush of emotions toward him, but of course this was me in an intoxicated state. I pulled away and stared into my eyes.

“Wanna come in?” I asked without thinking. He nodded and I pushed the door back open allowing him to come in. “I think I’m gonna shower, make yourself at home.” I said and he plopped on the couch. I walked into the bathroom and stripped out of the nights outfit and turned on the water waiting for it to turn warm enough for me. I stepped in washing my hair and and my body. I took a step back and slipped and fell, yelping with pain. 

“Oh my god, y/n, are you okay?” Shawn barged in probably because he heard me crash. I only moaned, quietly sobbing. He grabbed a towel from the cupboard and opened the shower door and turned the water off. He wrapped thee towel around my body and lifted me with his strong arms and placed me on the sink. He kissed my forehead and looked at my tear stained cheeks. “Baby don’t cry.” He pleaded. I just dropped my head into his chest and wrapped my arms around his torso. He looked in the mirror seeing my back with a big scrape from the tiles in the shower. Shawn rubbed over it making me wince in pain. He sighed and carried me to my bedroom helping me slip a t-shirt on. He didn’t try finding underwear, he just put me in my bed. “Goodnight beautiful.” He walked toward the door, but I didn’t want him to leave.

“Stay.” I whispered.

“What’d you say?” He asked not sure if he really understood what I had said.

“Stay, please.” Shawn climbed into her bed and hugged me tightly, her alcohol coated breath steadied as he drifted into a beautiful nights sleep.

You Did This

Request: Number 27 with Derek maybe? Thank you! :)

Author’s Note: I had so much fun writing this wow! I haven’t ever read any pregnancy fics like this, so I figured I’d go down this road and I really hope you like it! c: It’s also a little longer than I originally planned, but I just couldn’t stop myself!

27. “I’m pregnant”

Warnings: Derek being a qt  \^.^/ 


“Y/N, can I come in?” Derek called through the door anxiously. 

“No! Give me a second, geez,” I replied, rolling my eyes at his eagerness. I finished my business and pulled my sweatpants back up before moving over to wash my hands. I took a deep breath and set the timer for five minutes.

“Are you good?” Derek’s head poked around the door that he had cracked open, almost giving me a heart attack. I gave him a wide-eyed look and nodded. Derek grinned and walked into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around me. “So what now?”

“Now we wait,” I told him. We moved to sit down on the edge of the tub, looking anxiously in the direction of the counter. Derek’s hand rubbed small circles on my back as I started to bite my nails. “What do you think it’ll say?”

“I think we have some pretty good chances,” he said with a smirk. I nudged him playfully, a small blush rising to my cheeks. 

“What are we going to do if it says…” I trailed off, not wanting to finish my sentences.

“If that happens then just remember we have plenty of time, okay?” I nodded and let out a small sigh, leaning my head against Derek’s shoulder for comfort. He kissed the top of my head and I closed my eyes.

Please, please, please… I thought anxiously. A loud ringing brought me out of my reverie and back to reality. I looked at Derek to see him already looking at me, a nervous but excited expression on his face. I stood up slowly and took another deep breath. Derek gave me an encouraging nudge toward the counter and I crossed the small distance to look down at the test on the counter. My hand flew to cover my mouth when my eyes took in the results.

“What? What’s it say?” Derek asked eagerly, jumping up and coming over to me. “Oh my god.”

“I’m pregnant.” Happiness flooded through me and tears sprung to my eyes. Derek began to laugh happily, his arms wrapping around my body and picking me up to twirl me around.

“We’re pregnant!” he cheered loudly, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement. Derek and I had been trying for awhile now, and to have finally gotten pregnant was a huge excitement. 

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it,” I said, laying a hand on my stomach. Derek’s hands cupped my face and he looked into my eyes with pure joy.

“I love you so much,” he whispered before pressing his lips to mine lovingly. I gladly returned the kiss. When we broke away, Derek got down on his knees in front of me, pressing his lips to my still-flat belly, making me giggle. “Hi there,” he said softly. “I’m your daddy. I can’t wait to meet you.” One of my hands went down to run through Derek’s hair and he rested his chin on my stomach to look up at me with a smile.

“We’re starting our family,” I whispered, a few more tears escaping down my cheeks. 


I let out another loud yell as I was hit with another contraction. The pain was almost unbearable. Derek and I had talked about a natural birth, no medications, but I was rethinking that decision. I squeezed Derek’s hand when the pain hit yet again, panting heavily when it was gone.

“You’re doing great, Y/N,” he encouraged. “It’ll all be worth it once she’s here!” I turned to glare at him.

“This is your fault,” I spat at him. “You did this to me!” I saw Derek try to hold back a small smile, but he quickly dropped it when I growled at him, his eyes going wide. “Get me a doctor and an epidural.”

“But I thought-”

“Now!!” I shouted, another contraction starting. I threw my head back in the pillows on the hospital bed. Derek nodded and ran out of the room to fill my request. 

“Y/N, there isn’t time for an epidural, the baby is coming,” the doctor informed me when he and Derek walked in. I whimpered and tried to breathe through the pain, but it wasn’t helping. “It’s almost time to push!” 

“You can do it, sweety, come on,” Derek told me, planting a kiss on my forehead and holding my hand again. “Just remember, the first time is the hardest!” I turned to look at him, anger all over my features.

“First time?” I snarled. “You want me to do this again?!” 

“It’s time to push, Y/N!” the doctor said.

After pushing and screaming and lots of crying, I was finally holding our beautiful baby girl in my arms. She was wrapped in a soft pink blanket, her eyes closed. She had a little tuft of black hair, just like her daddy. Derek was on the bed with me, watching her little face.

“She’s perfect,” he whispered. I nodded in agreement, not able to take the smile off of my face. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N.” I turned to look at him, nothing but love in our eyes, and give him a small kiss that he happily returned.

“So, do we have a name yet?” the nurse asked softly as she entered the room. Derek and I had never been able to agree on a name, but looking at this beautiful creation I knew exactly what her name should be.

“Thalia,” I told her, causing Derek to look at me with a bit of surprise. “Her name is Thalia.”

“Y/N, are you sure?” he asked quietly. I looked at him and nodded. His smile showed every bit of thanks without him having to say a word. After the nurse left, I asked Derek if he wanted to hold her and he nodded eagerly. I placed Thalia’s bundled form in his arms and his face lit up. I laid my head on Derek’s shoulder as we look at our daughter.

“This was definitely worth it,” I whispered. I felt Derek hum in agreement and let out a happy sigh. “I already want another.”

“Already?” Derek laughed. I smiled and nodded, giving Derek a kiss that lasted a little longer this time. When we broke apart, we looked down to see Thalia opening her eyes and looking up at us.

“Green. Just like yours,” I whispered. Derek was smiling like an idiot and cooing down at her.

“She hasn’t even been here for a day and I already love her so much,” he told me. My heart swelled with love for this man, for my daughter; for my family.

anonymous asked:

Number 5 with Namjoon please love

Hey there! Thanks for requesting! Here you go:

Prompt Request:  “I made my baby cry!”

Member: Namjoon

Genre: Fluff

Imagine Summary: Y/N surprises her boyfriend Namjoon on his birthday by flying out to see him.

Word Count: 593


I walked out of the airport and hopped into a cab with a spring in my step. I hadn’t seen my boyfriend in two months and I was dying to hold him again. He has been traveling around the world performing for his fans and seeing so many different places and I’ve been overwhelmed with happiness and pride for him but at the same time, I wish I could be there with him. I can’t though, juggling university and my internship, I don’t really have a lot of spare time which is likewise for him. So when my boss told me I could have the weekend off, I knew that I had to find a way to see him. I called Jin, the member of Bangtan that I am closest with and asked him if he could help me make a surprise visit at their stop in California. Jin has always been so kind to me in an older brotherly way that I felt like I could count on him to come through and he did.

Now I’m on my way to the hotel where the boys are staying. I asked Jin to leave me a key to Jonnie’s room at the front desk.

My cab arrived at the hotel and I got out thanking the driver.

I went up to the front desk and showed them my ID and then they gave me the room key.

I walked up to the room and slid in the key. The room was average sized and had a cream queen sized bed in the center of the room. I put my stuff down and checked the time. 6:30. Joonie probably wouldn’t be here until 12am. I decided that I might as well freshen up. I went to the bathroom and took a shower and then redid my makeup and hair. By the time I was done it was  9:30pm. I figured I would just watch T.V and check my grades online.

The program I was watching started to get a bit boring so I couldn’t control it when fell asleep.


“Goodnight hyung,” Jungkook said turning into his room.

“Goodnight,” I yawned back.

I was so tired. Not only physically but mentally tool. The tour was really wearing me down and I felt like I was just constantly having to push myself to keep going. I missed my motivator. My girlfriend, Y/N.

I slid the key into my door, thinking about what she could be doing right now and if it were too late to call her.

I walked in the room and shut the door. The first thing I saw was the light pink suitcase in the corner of the room. My heart began to beat a little faster. Than i noticed the small lump underneath the blanket on the bed. My hands started to shake in anticipation. I rushed over to see my beautiful girlfriend lying on the bed fast asleep. I knelt next her place on the bed and caressed her cheek.

She started to stir and opened her eyes and smiled that smile I love.

“Hi Joonie,”

“Hey, Jagi” My voice started to crack. I was so overwhelmed with joy.

“Aw, I made my baby cry!” She said teasingly.

“Shut up,” I said lightly and kissed her.

That night I just got straight into bed and held her close to my chest. I didn’t know how long I would have with her so I wanted to make sure I didn’t waste a minute.

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One More Chance


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Member & Group: Mark Tuan, GOT7

Type: Angst/Fluff

Warning(s): Suggestion of abortion, Mark is OOC

  Your hands were shaking terribly as you unlocked the door to the apartment you shared with your long-term boyfriend, Mark. You still couldn’t believe that the doctor had just confirmed your pregnancy. Mark was at the peak of his career, how would this effect him? Surely it would have a negative impact on GOT7. You collapsed onto the couch, placing a hand over your mouth and letting a few tears leak from your eyes. It wasn’t that you didn’t want kids—in fact, you had dreamed of starting a family with your boyfriend ever since the two of you had gotten serious, it was just that you were so young. 

  With these thoughts crowding your mind, you fell asleep, curled in fetal-position on the soft cushion of the couch with tear tracks running down your cheeks. You dreamt of Mark kissing your stomach with joy, sweeping you into his arms and telling you that he was excited to be a father. The two of you had went over possible names, settling on one for a boy and one for a girl. 

  You woke up to the front door slamming closed. Jerking up from your curled position, you saw Mark stomping through the living room and into the kitchen, where he leaned over the sink and breathed deeply.

  “Oppa? Are you alright?” You asked cautiously, ambling over to him and placing your cheek against his taunt back.

  “Just a stressful day. JB wasn’t in a very good mood, and he took that out on us.” Mark turned around and wrapped his arms around you while kissing the top of your head. “How was your day, (Y/N)? Nothing exciting happened without me, right?”

  “Well, actually, I have to tell you something.” Your voice was quivering with dread, absolutely terrified of how he would react. Mark sensed this and pulled out of the hug, looking you directly in the eyes with concern on his face.

  “It’s alright, you can tell me, jagiya. I’m not going to get mad at you, I promise.” You averted your eyes from his, wringing your fingers together nervously.

  “M-Mark…I’m, um, I’m pregnant.” Mark backed away from you slowly, a look of disbelief shadowing his features.

  “No, no, no. This cannot be happening.” Mark mumbled, running his hands through his hair repeatedly. He walked up to you and grabbed your shoulders, holding them so tight it was close to being painful. “Please tell me your lying, that this is a joke, anything but this!”

  “I-I wouldn’t lie to you, Mark. I’m s-sorry, but it’s going to be okay. We’ll raise this child together, and it will be alright.” You put your hands on his cheeks, hoping that he wouldn’t leave you because of this.

  “No, we won’t.” He said sternly.

  “What else is there to do?” You asked curiously, pulling away from him in disappointment. 

  “What the hell do you mean ‘what else is there to do’? Get rid of it.” Mark snapped at you, glaring at your stomach. 

  “Oppa, that’s not funny.” You gasped, putting a protective hand over your belly.

  “I’m not kidding. Stop this while we’re ahead, and there’s nothing to worry about.” Shaking your head, tears brimmed your eyes as you ran to the couch and picked up your purse. 

  You pulled out a small disk and threw it at him, sobbing as you spoke, “I’m only five weeks along, so we couldn’t see the baby, but there’s the heartbeat. Right there, that’s the sound of the little baby you want to terminate. Our child. Your child, Mark.”

  You ran to the bedroom, throwing some clothes into a duffel-bag and walking back out to the living room where Mark stood looking emotionless and cold. 

  “You don’t want this baby? Fine, I’ll do this on my own.” You grabbed your purse and sprinted out the door, not bothering to take your apartment keys from the hook—you wouldn’t be needing them again.

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Eleven months later: 

  Your beautiful baby boy, Tsai, giggled up at you as you bounced him on your hip. You were walking along the Namhansanseong Fortress, looking out as the dying rays of sunlight illuminated the stunning mountains which surrounded you. Stopping to catch your breath a bit, you jumped up onto the side of one of the walls, placing Tsai on your lap and kissing his nose. He shriveled up his face, bringing his small hand up to cover the spot you pecked, making you laugh in adoration.

  “I love you so much, Tsai. Do you love me?” You questioned, though you knew he probably couldn’t understand you. To your surprise, the child smiled at you, showing his gums proudly. He looked like Mark, a spitting image of him, actually—the only resemblance to you was his eye color.

  “Aw, your baby’s so cute. How old is he?” A very familiar voice asked from your right. Looking over, your mouth dropped open to see Youngjae standing and smiling. Well, he was smiling until he recognized you. “(Y/N)!”

  “Youngjae, what are you doing here?” You inquired, hopping down from the wall and looking behind him. You froze when you saw the rest of GOT7 gazing at the scenery around them. 

  “We got the day off, so we did some exploring. Um, when did you have a kid? And why did you just disappear?” He turned to look at the rest of the members, waving them over.

  “No, Youngjae, don’t—” You were too late. They were already walking in your direction.

  “Hey, is that…” Jackson trailed off, looking at Mark with surprise on his face.

  “(Y/N).” Your name fell from Mark’s lips in a shocked whisper, his eyes zooming in on the small bundle in your arms.

 “Hello, Mark. This has been really nice, but I think I’ll be going.” You stated, slinging the diaper bag over your shoulder and fast-walking in the other direction. You didn’t get far before a hand grasped your elbow, turning you around to face him.

  “Is that…” Mark reached out to touch Tsai’s patch of soft hair, but you jerked back before he could come into contact with him.

  “Your son? Yes, this is Tsai, he’s two months old.” You informed him, smiling fondly down at your son while talking. 

  “Where have you been staying this whole time?” Your former partner asked uneasily. He was still staring at his son.

  “A hotel in Seoul.” You said shortly, narrowing your eyes at him and pulling Tsai closer to you.

  “By yourself?” Mark was astounded and extremely concerned from the sound of it. 

  “Why do you care? You’re the one who wanted to ‘get rid of it’.” You reminded him. Mark’s feature’s softened when Tsai yawned cutely, reaching up and pulling on your hair lightly.

  “Please, I was stupid, I was just scared. I’ve regretted it ever since, and I don’t want to lose you again. I tried to find you, but you didn’t tell anyone where you were. Forgive me, (Y/N). Please, please forgive me.” He dropped to his knees, looking up at you with teary eyes. Immediately, you realized that you’d never even thought about how all of this would make Mark feel, and now you regretted it.

  “Stand up, Mark.” He obeyed, giving you a pleading gaze. “Do you want to hold him?”

  “What? I mean, yes, absolutely. Can I really?” You nodded shyly, handing the child to Mark carefully. Tsai immediately began to cry when you released him, but the sobbing ceased when Mark let him hold his finger in his tiny grasp. “What did you say his name was?”

  “It’s Tsai.” You said quietly, watching as Tsai looked up at his father in amazement, smiling from ear to ear at him. 

  “That’s a beautiful name. Oh! He’s smiling!” Mark gasped, grinning right back at his kid. This made the infant laugh with glee, stretching his arms up to the sky and wiggling in Mark’s arms. The man looked at you in alarm, afraid he would drop him. You took Tsai back into your hold, who then began to tear up.

  “He wants his dad to hold him.” You smiled gently, watching as Mark took the baby back and hugged him to his chest. 

  “God, (Y/N), our baby is so beautiful.” Mark gaped at the child, kissing all over his face before looking at you with love in his eyes.

  “He looks just like you, Oppa. He even acts like you.” You told him. Mark stepped towards you hesitantly, pressing his lips to your forehead before whispering:

  “Please let me back into your life, I never stopped loving you, and I want to be in my son’s life.” A drop of liquid hit your face, and you noticed that Mark had begun to cry.

  “Okay, I’ll give you another chance. But, you need to be up to the challenge of getting up several times a night, changing diapers and keeping Tsai occupied.” Mark nodded quickly, kissing you hard as the members whooped and cat-called behind him.

  “I’ll do anything. Thank you so much, (Y/N), thank you.” 

  You had taken a taxi to the fortress, so you rode home with Mark and the boys in their van. You informed all of them of where you had been staying and working, choosing not to reveal exactly why—though it was apparent. 

  “So, where did you come up with the name Tsai?” BamBam asked on the way home. You smiled softly, glancing over at Mark, who was playing with Tsai.

  “Oh, it came to me in dream.”

Our Beloved Daughter - Markiplier Imagine

After nine months, nine long months it’s finally time. Mark and I were standing in the kitchen cooking dinner and that’s when my water broke. Mark was more freaked then I was, worrying about whether or not I was okay. I had to spend a good ten minutes trying to calm him down. But finally we were able to leave the house and go to the hospital.

Now we’re here, in a room pained a light blue color with elephants painted on the wall. Mark is sitting next to me while a doctor and 2 nurses are down at my feet. The doctor is yelling at me to push as I squeeze Mark’s hand tightly.

It seems to last an entirety. My body aches and is covered in sweat. The pain, is unbelievable, I can’t even think of the words to describe it. I’m squeezing Mark’s hand so tightly I feel like I’m going to break his hand. I knew it was a mistake to opt out of the pain meds.

“I can see the head, you’re almost done Mrs. Fischbach. Just a few poor pushes,” the doctor says to me.

I keep pushing, wanting to finally meet my baby. Those last few pushes seem to last a life time, like time is slowing down around me. Then out of no where comes the cry of a baby. I did it, I gave birth to my first child.

“Mr. and Mrs. Fischbach, its a beautiful and healthy baby girl,” the doctor says with a smile.

“Do you know what you’d like to name her?” One of the nurses ask us.

“Ruby Alexis Fischbach,” Mark says to her with a smile as he looks over at me.

“We’ll go clean Ruby up then be right back,” the other nurse says to us sweetly with a smile.

“We did it babe,” Mark says to me after a moment with a huge smile on his face.

“We did didn’t we,” I reply, my back relaxing against the mattress.

Mark stands up from his seat walking over to the sink. I grabs a few pieces of paper towel walking back over me. He hovers over my body, taking the paper towels wiping the sweat from my face.

“I love you Y/N,” he utters to me softly.

“I love you too Mark.”

A few minutes later the two nurses walk back into the room. One of the nurses comes to the side of the bed handing me my daughter. She’s now all cleaned up, wearing a pink little hat and is wrapped in a pink and white blanket. I wipe the stray tear from my eye, she’s absolutely beautiful.

“She’s beautiful Y/N, just like her mother,” Mark says caressing Ruby’s small face.

“Do you want to hold her?” I ask looking over at him.

He cautiously nods his head in response. Mark holds at his hands cautiously. I slowly hand him our little, sleeping Ruby. Once she’s in his arms, Mark’s face lights up like a Christmas tree. He hold her closely to him, looking at her with love filled eyes.

“Hey little one, I’m your daddy. I’m going to protect you and make sure no one ever hurts you,” he coos at her.

I smile with admiration at the two of them. I know that Mark is going to be a great father, it honestly wouldn’t surprise me if Ruby ends up being a daddy’s girl. The nurse walks back in suddenly.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to take her for the night,” she says sadly.

“Really?” Mark asks sadly.

“Yes, I’m afraid so, but it’s only for the first few nights. We really just want to make sure that she’s safe and everything and we really want to make sure that Mrs. Fischbach can recover a bit before Ruby gets to stay in here at night,” the nurse replies to Mark.

“Oh, okay,” Mark stands up from his seat handing Ruby to the nurse.

The nurse nods to us leaving the room with Ruby in her arms. Sluggishly moves back over to the chair sitting back down.

“It’s going to be okay, we’ll see her again tomorrow,” I say to Mark.

“I know, I just would like it better if she got to stay in here,” he says looking down at the floor.

“I know babe, but she will be in a few days. How about we go to bed, yeah?”

“Yeah okay. I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Mark.”

He turns off the light getting comfortable in the chair. I know that Mark is worried, but I know that Ruby will be okay. I also know now for sure that Mark will be an amazing father. He’ll clearly be over protective of her.

Becoming A Father

Request is done! Shannon becoming a father. Hope you like it! :)

“Okay Mrs. Leto, you’ve dilated 10 cm and it’s time to push” the doctor says and the nurse immediately stands by my side.
“Oh my God” I exclaim. Shannon grabs my hand tightly and places the other near my head.
“You can do it” he says encouraging.
“And a big push, Y/N” the doctor says and I push as hard as I can. I exhale and tears begin to run down the side of my face.
“Keep pushing, Y/N” the doctor keeps saying. Shannon dries some sweat from my forehead away with a little towel.
“Come on, Y/N. You can do this” Shannon says looking me in the eyes. I inhale and push once more. The pain was indescribable.
“I little more” the doctor says. Shannon is looking down by my legs. He looks stunned by the view of his first child being born.
“I can’t do this” I exhale and throw back my head unto the pillow.
“Babe, you can do this. You’re almost there” Shannon immediately tries to cheer me up.
“Y/N, you need to push harder. The umbilical cord is around her throat” the doctor informs me. My maternal instinct instantly kicks in.
“It’s a girl?” Shannon asks baffled. The doctor nods. Shannon has tears in his eyes.
“It’s a girl! he exclaims and strokes my hair. “Come on, Y/N, you can do it!” he says once again. I put all the energy I have left and push once more.
“A little further” the doctor says and I keep pushing. I’m squeezing Shannon’s hand so much, his fingers are turning blue. Suddenly I feel the presser from my body vanish. I look at Shannon, but his expression scares me. He was pale and he looked worried.
“Where is she?!” I ask anxious. Shannon holds my hand with both his hands. Time felt like it was standing still. “Shannon” I choke out through my tears. Suddenly I hear the most beautiful cry. Shannon’s face lightens up and the biggest smiles appears on his lips.
“She’s okay” he begins to cry.
“She’s okay” I repeat whispering. I feel relief wash over me. The nurse walks over with our beautiful daughter.
“Would you like to hold her” she asks me. I reach out my arms and embrace my baby.
“Hello baby girl. I’m your mommy” I say looking down at her. Shannon sits on the edge of the bed, puts his arm over my shoulder and looks down at his daughter.
“She’s perfect” he says soft. “Just like her mother” he says and kisses me.
“You want to hold her?” I ask. He nods and reaches for her. He stands up, holding her in his arms.
“She’s so tinny” he says completely captivated by her. “I’m your daddy” he says gently rocking her from side to side. “I’ll always be there” he whispers, not breaking his eyes away from her. “We’ll always be there” he says smiling towards me.

12 ~ Dear sweetheart

Warnings: Angst, mention of death and cancer.

A/N: I haven’t forgotten requests, i just have writers block and this was an idea that i wanted to write for a while. 

Dear sweetheart,

How are you? I hope your doing well. I bet you’re having a blast up there, relaxing like the queen you were, well still are. 

I’m doing…….ok, i guess, it’s been hard to continue without you, but i think i did well. I still have moments where i just break down and cry, but they lessened over time. I still have my phone lock screen as us, from the day we got married, i still stand by the fact that it was one of the best days of my life. Phil reassures me that things will get better but sometimes i just fail to see how that would be true.

Oh speaking of Phil, he’s had a beautiful baby boy, he wanted to name him poe, but his partner said no, they settled on the name Luke. We still debate on what anime to watch, or what snack is better so nothings really changed there. I do sometimes wish you could be there to help us decide as you were the best at settling disputes between Phil and i.

You’ll be pleased to know that our baby girl, Willow, is growing up into a beautiful young woman, she still comes for a cuddle with me when she’s feeling sad or she just wants some comfort. The other evening when she came to me she told me something that made me tear up. She told me that she wishes you would come back and that she hates seeing me sad without you. Willow has also taken a big step recently, she came to me and told me that she was Bisexual, she did cry a lot after she told me though, and don’t worry, i made sure that she knew i was happy for her. Our little girl has also become a intelligent and incredible young woman, she is top of all her classes and she is constantly helping out her friends. You would be so proud of her.

I keep getting asked by my old followers from youtube whether i would ever consider moving on, and honestly, i wouldn’t. I don’t want to. I can’t. After i lost you i couldn’t bear thinking about another person replacing you, no one could ever make me as happy as you could. I try not to live too much in the past but i can’t help it sometimes. The day you told me you had cancer, was the same day that I realised life is short. I was so proud of how you kept going in your final days even with you knowing you didn’t have long. How you stayed strong for Willow when she didn’t really know when you weren’t the same. But that night i lost you, i felt myself change, i knew that from now on there was going to be a hole in my life, of which i wouldn’t be able to fill. I am still glad you died at home, with me next you keeping you safe and warm through that awful night, i knew that if you’d gone in the hospital it would have been worse. Willow told me later on when we had calmed down, that the moment you were about to pass, she saw you standing next to her telling her that you love her. I hope that was true.

So, i hope that has helped catch you up on things. I still hope that you looking down on us and i hope your smiling. I’ll try to keep up the good work and i’ll keep trying to make you proud.

I love you so much y/n, goodnight sweet heart.


A/n: I kind got emotional writing this.

Angel (Scott McCall)

Imagine: imagine Scott sneaking over to your house during the night, because he felt like something was wrong, but you were just upset by how you look, and Scott just holds you and tells you how beautiful you are.

Word count: 641

warnings: self-esteem issues

stood in front of a mirror just staring at my reflection. I wiped away my glistening tears, and I angrily shook my head, not understanding how I managed to get Scott as my boyfriend. I mean he’s so attractive, funny, adorable, kind, sweet, and I’m just me. I looked at my acne scars on my chin, my countless freckles, my figure, my uncontrollable hair, and my slight stretch marks. Why can’t I look like every other girl? I want clear and unblemished skin, with a slim figure, nice smooth soft hair, and I just want to feel pretty.

I heard a thud, and I whipped around quickly, and I just saw my boyfriend, getting up off of the floor. He saw my tear stained face, and my red rimmed eyes, and he rushed to me, and hugged me close. I felt warm all over, and I breathed in his intoxicating scent.

“(Y/N), what’s the matter? I felt like something was wrong, because you usually use different smiley faces when texting, and you didn’t use one, and so I came over, and then your here, crying. Baby, what’s wrong?” he rambled. I just hugged him tighter, wanting as much contact as possible.

“You know what’s wrong.” I mumbled, embarrassed of the reason why you’re upset.

“Babe, you’re beautiful, never forget that, okay? You know what I think? I think, you are an angel, perfect for me. You may not think of yourself as that way, but I do. I love the way your eyes light up when you see me. You have the most beautiful smile in the world, because you have character, I know exactly how you are feeling by just the way you smile at me, and that’s beautiful. And I love your hair, you know why? Because it shows how uncontrollable you are, and I love that, but most importantly, I love you.” Scott whispered.

“Scotty,” I whispered as I cried.

“Sh, angel, don’t cry.” he said gently to me. He pulled away slightly, and he held my face delicately in his hands as if I was a delicate flower. His eyes bore into my mine, and I shivered from the intensity of his gaze. I gripped the sides of his shirt in my hands tightly, and I waited for him to say something. His eyes flashed to my lips, and then back to my eyes, and I blushed lightly. He grinned at me, and then he pressed his soft lips to mine. I kissed back immediately, and I could feel the passion and his love for me through the kiss. He pulled back gently, and he ran his fingers through my hair.

“Angel, you want to know why I call you angel, (Y/N)? It’s because you remind me of one.” he whispered softly to me. One of his fingers wiped the tears off my face, and he kissed me once more, causing me to wrap my arms around his neck, and his hands moved down to my hips, where he pulled me closer to him. He broke away, and he rested his head against mine, and I looked into his deep brown eyes, that displayed all of his emotions.

“Don’t ever say you are not beautiful, because, babe, you are the most beautiful person in the world to me. When we are separate it feels like half of my heart was just ripped away from me, and you are the only person I can think about. When we are together, you have my full heart, and I have yours. I love you.” Scott said to me. I smiled, and I just hugged him tightly, burying my head into his neck, and I just let him hold me. We made our way to the bed, where we just cuddled, and watched movies until we both fell asleep peacefully.