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Guess You Should've Stayed Home (Dean Ambrose smut)

QUOTE SERIES: “Look, you don’t have to like it-” “Good, because I don’t.” When you wear a really short dress out with the girls, Dean’s not very happy about it. But your stubborn streak gets the best out of you and you go in it anyways. When you get home, he gives you a reason why you should’ve stayed home and not gone out.

Warnings: smut, of course, cursing, hair pulling, master/pet, blindfolding,edging, oral (reader receiving), a bit of fluff at the end because I can’t resist.  @wwe-smutfics I hope I did this justice. 

Word Count: 4,689 words!!! Yikes!!!

“Doll? Hey, where are you?” Dean called, catching your attention. You rolled off of your bed and walked out to join your boyfriend at the door while remaining on the phone with Nikki.

“Yeah, no, I can be ready in twenty minutes. Is Maryse gonna pick me up or Sasha?” you asked, nodding at Dean in acknowledge as you wondered back into your shared room to look for clothes. He followed you with a tilted head like a puppy would when she stated,“I’ll be there to pick you up soon. I’ve got Sash, Bails, and Lana with me, The rest of the girls is gonna meet us there. Go get dressed,girl,and make sure you look hot,hot,hot!” 

She ended the call and you tossed your phone over your shoulder, Dean catching it as he asked,’Whadya doing,baby doll?” You gave a small smile and informed him,”Niks and the girls want me to go out and have a girls’ night with them. Sorry,baby, I’ll hang with you tomorrow.” He nodded silently and laid down on the bed, toeing off his boots while watching you choose an outfit. 

You grinned when you grabbed a beautiful silver strapless number and pumps in the same color before you hurried into the bathroom, changing quickly then bounced back out with your hair down and your baby strands straightened and your makeup done to flatter your eyes and cheekbones. 

Dean jerked into a sitting position, his eyes dilating at the sight of your body being hugged at every angle then he immediately snapped,”You are not fucking wearing that out to a club.” You sighed and slipped into your heels as you said,”Dean,it’ll be fine,I’m just going out with the girls. It’s not like I’m gonna grind on other guys. You know you’re my only one.”

“No,(Y/N). I told you.” he protested,causing you to roll your eyes and straddled his lap then said,”Look,I know you don’t like it-” That sent him into an even bigger fury than he was already in,”Good,because I don’t! You’re not wearing that out and that’s final.” You scoffed and hopped out of his lap then declared,”You know what,I’m not dealing with this.I’m gonna go out with all my friends and I’m going to drink a little then I’m going to come home to my wonderful boyfriend who’s not gonna be in this mood when I get back.”

“(Y/N)! You get your ass back in here right now!” he shouted as you walked out of the apartment, pulling his leather jacket over your arms and shoulders. You sat down in the front seat of Nikki’s car then sighed as your girlfriends whistled and complimented you but Nikki quieted them down then she asked,”What’s wrong,girl?” You gave a small smile then tried to reassure them that nothing wrong but Sasha cut you off,”Nah, nah, nah, I can see it now. What’s wrong? Did Ambrose say something? Do I have to cut his dick off?”

“I’ll kill him. I’m sure Rusev would love to help.”Lana offered, causing you laugh lightly and informed them,”No, everything is fine. It’s just that he threw a bitch fit when he found out that I was wearing this out and he told me that I wasn’t going to wear this dress out. So I decided to wear his jacket to give him some sort of peace of mind.”

“Damn,that boy is overprotective.”Bayley laughed, nudging you. You nodded and murmured,”You have no idea.” Nikki grabbed your hand then encouraged,”I’ll have you home in a few hours, don’t worry. You can have rough,nitty gritty sex with your man when you get home.” 

Your cheeks burned red and you turned to the window, pressing your skin to cool the heat as all of your group arrived at one of the hottest clubs in Vegas. The girls cheered like a bunch of teenagers when you burst through the doors and spotted the rest of your group,including Maryse, Becky,and Alexa before the eight of you joined forces in a booth in the corner of the club. 

“Alright,who’s buying first round?” Sasha asked, turning to us. You rose your hand then Nikki protested,”No,I’ll do it. I’m designated driver,remember? Your pretty little ass is drinking a little.“ 

“Nikki, really, it’s fine.” but her stern brown eyes proved she wasn’t kidding, so you sighed and stated,”Alright,fine. But I’m still coming up to the bar with you. “ She rolled her eyes then waved towards the bar and called over the music, ”Alright,c’mon. Let’s go get vodka.” You grinned and followed her over to the bar then waved a red nailed hand at the bartender,grabbing her attention. She nodded in acknowledgement and weaved through the back in between her coworkers before she stopped in front of the two of you. 

“Well, hello, cuties. What can I get for you?” the bartender asked, flipping her hair out of her face. You grinned at her and leaned halfway across the bar then asked,”You got a cure for over jealous boyfriends that don’t like it when you were something like this?” You waved a hand down your body to emphasizing your point,causing her laugh then whistle,”That boy is damn lucky to even have you on his arm,sweetheart. But no, the only thing I can think of is great makeup sex.”

You and Nikki shared a laugh then Nikki stated,”That’s a good point, (Y/N). Maybe you should pics and put the caption as, See what you’re missing?” You laughed and commented,”Maybe in a little. But We need a bottle of vodka and six glasses.”

She let out a whistle then laughed,”Shit, this guy has got to have you pretty pissed off if you want six glasses and a full bottle of vodka.Here ya go,girls, have a great night with your friends.” Nikki pulled out her credit card and started to hand it to the bartender but she waved it away then called over the music as she walked away,”On me! Sounds like the cutie there needs a lot of alcohol to deal with her boyfriend.”

You grinned and thanked her before you turned to Nikki and exclaimed excitedly,”We just got a free bottle of vodka! Fuck yeah,girlfriend!” You two raced back to the table and begun to drown your worries of Dean’s anger towards you away.

“Hey,(Y/N)! You gonna send Dean some sexy pics of you with us?” Alexa giggled, wrapping an arm around you. You grinned and grabbed your phone off the table then tugged your neckline down a little before tugging Alexa into your side then captured a picture as the little blonde kissed your cheek and you bit your lip with a wink. You and Alexa had wonderful history in both inside and outside of the ring, you two having a bit of a friends with benefits thing going on for a little before you both agreed you were better off friends.

“Send it ta Dean!” Becky encouraged, her accent thick with the alcohol flowing through her veins. You glanced down and saved it then sent it to Dean with the caption of See how cute I am in this,Deanie? Miss you,baby. Unfortunately, he didn’t respond and it showed his anger through the silence.

Hours and about eleven shots of vodka later, you stepping out of Nikki’s car who whisper-shouted at you,”Go have fun!” You rolled your (y/e/c) eyes then stumbled up the few steps of the apartments entrance before you pulled off your pumps in the elevator and watched as the numbers changed and stopped at six. 

You leaned against the hallway walls as you drug your feet towards the door of your shared apartment before you tossed your shoes to the corner and called out softly,”Dean? I’m home.” 

“Oh I know you are, darling.” he stated, walking out of the bedroom, wringing his hands around a black tie. You gazed down at it nervously then murmured, ”Hi. Did you get my picture?” He chuckled and replied,”I sure did. It looks like you and Alexa had some fun together. Do you miss her?”

To be honest, you sometimes missed her smaller, lighter touch but you loved Dean and you wouldn’t give up your man for anything. You hung your head and muttered,”Sometimes. But I’d never do anything to hurt you or our relationship,Dean, I swear!”

“I know,kitten,calm down. I figured you miss her sometimes but your cute little self always lands on my bed at the end of the night.” he declared, walking closer. You gulped and stepped backwards as you asked timidly,”What did you think of it?” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the hard planes of his body then gripped a handful of your ass as he purred,”I wanted to pull you over my lap and spank your tight ass while she watches just to show that you’re mine.” 

“ I’m sure I can arrange something.” you blurted out, cheeks burning red when his hips jerked forward, brushing where you needed him most,causing you to moan in want. He grinned and replied,”I might have to take you up on that offer,darling. How many shots did you have?”

“Eleven.”you admitted,letting your head fall on his shoulder as he unzipped your dress, letting the front fall away from your chest. He released you to yank the material down your legs then groaned when he realized that you had nothing underneath it. He sunk to his knees and gripped your ass then smacked your left one, causing you to cry out only to moan when his scruff brushed your inner thighs as he dove mouth first into your pussy,groaning when he slurped at your juices.

“Dean!” you moaned, head lolling to the side then tangled your fingers through his hair and yelped again when he spanked your bottom twice more, your hips rocking forward into his mouth. Dean laughed and shook his head, swiping his tongue along your entrance as he did so before he asked,”What do you need,baby?” 

“Fingers! Your mouth, your cock, fuck,anything will work,baby, please,Dean.” you begged, eyes locking on his as he continued to eat you out slowly. He grinned against your pussy lips then rose to his feet before he led you to the bedroom, you weak in the knees.

“Look at my pretty girl,all wet for me.” he cooed, giving you a quick kiss before he shrouded you in darkness with a blindfold. You tilted your head up in the last direction that you knew Dean was at then said in a soft tone,“Dean, promise me that you’re not mad at me.“ 

 He let out a small sigh then declared, “I’m not gonna lie, doll. I was a little pissed off when you walked out. But as the night went on, I got used to it. And now, I get to show you who owns you and your pretty little body.” He walked his calloused fingertips down your back then cooed,”Look at you. You’re just waiting for me to fuck you. It’s so fucking hot, doll.”

“Deeeaaan.”you whined,causing him to reach up and twist a nipple roughly and you cried out at the harsh pleasure that jolted through your body. Dean chuckled in your ear and your head fell onto the pillow,nails digging into the sheets as he purred,”I love that you’re so fucking responsive to me. Bet you’re soaked down your thighs.”

“Oh my God.”you gasped, gripping his wrist before you dug it down to your pussy, guiding his fingers to your entrance, him groaning when he felt your juices sliding down his hand. He slipped them into his mouth and made a crude sucking noise, allowing you to know exactly what he was doing.

“Goddamn, you taste so fucking good,kitten. I think I need another taste directly from the source.” The bed dipped and his tongue was circling your entrance seconds later then he stuck in a timid fingertip,causing your hips to jerk upwards. 

“Please.”you begged, stretching your hand out to tangle in his curls but suddenly, he was in a jackknife position with your arms above your head then he hissed,”I didn’t give you permission to touch me,now did I?” 

“N-no.”you whimpered, legs falling apart to welcome his body in between your thighs. He grinded into your cunt and snarled,”Now I’m going to make you pay for being such a bad kitten.” 

“W-what are you going to do,Master?” you asked,your hips jerking up to meet his. He laughed and whipped you forward onto your stomach with your wrists still above your head then smacked you once right between your legs across your entrance. You let a small cry before forcing your bottom back towards him. 

Dean let out another husky chuckle then purred,”Look at my naughty little kitten just asking for more. Sorry,pet, you don’t get your full punishment just yet. I think I’m going to have your BFF help me with that one. Until then, I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop pounding into you. And after that, I’m going to make you come and come until you’re boneless on the mattress.”

“P-please, I’m begging you. Fuck me, please,Master, please, I’ll be good, I’ll be bad, I’ll be anything you want me to be, I just need your cock. inside of me, fucking me.” you cried, thrashing in his tight hold, knowing that there would be bruises in place of his fingertips where he held you in place.

“Okay. You got it,baby doll.” he cooed before he pulled down his sleep pants then released your hands and flipped you on your back again. Dean sucked your clit into his scorching hot mouth, scraping his canines over your lips as you sobbed at the feeling. 

Your hips bucked into his mouth several times, more than likely leaving bruises along his scruffed covered cheeks and jaw as he whispered,”Goddamn,baby doll,you taste like fucking candy. Can I just sit here and eat you out the rest of the night?”

“Tomorrow, I swear.” you gasped, pushing him closer to your entrance. He smiled softly then replied,”I might take you up on that offer,cause goddamn, doll.” You pulled on his hair,causing a growl to bubble low in his sternum, then you cried out,”Dean, for fuck’s sake! Don’t be an asshole.”

He suddenly stopped and you whined at the feeling of him rising to stare at you before he snapped in a low tone,”What did you just call me?”

“An asshole, because that’s what you’re acting like.” you muttered, turning your head downwards. He chuckled coldly then said in an icy tone,”Ya know, maybe I should rethink that whole,Wait until Alexa is here to punish you, thing. Wanna say something else sassy,darlin’?”

“Yeah, Alexa could get me off quicker than you ever could.” you blurted out, the liquid courage starting to resurface. He scoffed and sat up, a leg on either side of your hips, then he scratched at his beard and asked,”Is that so? Maybe I should just leave you here and let you get a hold of Alexa so she can make you come.” 

“Fine, maybe I will.”you chirped, lips pursed in a sassy expression. He scoffed and started to to roll off of the bed then went silent for a few moments before he replied,”Okay, you do that.” The door didn’t open or shut, which meant that he hadn’t moved from the room. Either that Dean was just that quiet at leaving. 

You started to sit up on the bed and begun to remove your blindfold only for his rough hands to shove you backward.

“Just kidding.”he hissed in your ear as he clamped your wrists in a pair of handcuffs before he hooked them on a swirl of the headboard and pinned your lower body by resting on your thighs, legs pinning them on either side. He spanked your bottom four times, twice on both cheeks,then he growled,”Am I still an asshole,doll?”

“Please,Dean, please fuck me with your long,hard cock. I’m sorry I called you an asshole. I was being greedy and I just really want you to fuck me or finger me, God, I just need you to touch me.” you sobbed, hips grinding into the satin sheets beneath your body. He traced the outline of your ass and smacked it twice more, causing you to cry in pleasure, mixed with pain and frustration.

“Tell me why I had to spank you,then I’ll give you my fingers and mouth,doll.” he whispered softly in your ear,grinding slowly into you. You whined and bucked back against him, only to receive a warning slap to your thigh, then he snapped,”Be a good little girl and tell me why I had to spank you like the naughty girl you’re acting like.”

“Because I called you an asshole!” you yelped, panting as your slick slid down your inner thighs, staining the bed sheets. Dean chuckled in his unmistakably husky voice then stated,”That’s right, darlin’. But you’ve got one thing right,(Y/N). Do you know what that is?” 

You really are an asshole , you thought to yourself, instead you replied quietly,”I was being greedy.” He laughed and declared,”Damn straight, beautiful. Now, I believe I promised you a bit of finger and tongue action, didn’t I? Well, I never go back on a promise.”

You sighed softly in relief as he nibbled his way up your inner thighs, slurping harshly at your slick which left marks on his path up to your pussy. Dean groaned at the taste of you then stretched up and unhooked you from the headboard, helping you roll onto your back, before he dropped back down to his knees, sucking your clit through his teeth into his sweet mouth. 

“Oh,fuck, please.” you cried out, causing him to laugh against your cunt.  

"You’re so cute, kitten. You thought I wasn’t gonna keep you from coming. Its a treat all on its own for me. Now, let’s see how pretty you can beg for me. ” You thrashed beneath him as he flicked his tongue against your entrance several times at a quick, sloppy pace, pulling the knot in your lower stomach down further, warning you of your looming orgasm so you thought quickly and purred in a somewhat broken voice,” I bet you’re just dying to fuck me senseless, Dean. Please, please give your kitten what she needs. I’ll be so good, so fucking good. I’ll suck your cock, I’ll do anything for God’s sake! Dammit,Dean, please!“

"Anything?” he asked, pushing a finger inside your pussy as he met your (Y/E/C) with his now almost navy blue eyes. You nodded eagerly then begged,”Anything! Please, for God’s sake, Dean.” He chuckled and raked his free hand through his hair then unlocked your cuffs before he grabbed your hand,guiding it down to your entrance where he then ordered,”Finger yourself. Don’t come til I tell you so.”

Immediately,you did as he told you so, and teased a fingertip around your clit while using your other hand to spread your pussy lips apart. He clicked his tongue at you then purred,’”Ya know,pet, teasing yourself isn’t gonna get you nothing but torture. But hell, whatever you want. I’ll just sit here and enjoy the show.”

You shoved two fingers deep inside and his groan joined your moan when he saw what you did before he cooed,”Such a good little pet. You just love putting a show on for your Master,don’t you,kitten?”

“Yes,Master, anything you want. Please…” you trailed off as your thumbnail grazed your clit,causing your hips to jerk upwards and Dean chuckled in return. He ran his finger across the seam of your lips then asked,”I don’t know what you want,kitten, so until you learn to use your words.”

“Please let me come.”you begged, fingers pumping at a pace that Dean was impressed with. But you still couldn’t seem to make yourself come. Damn him, you thought to yourself, knowing that was all because he told you not to come until he said so.

“I don’t think so,doll. Keep going and don’t come,okay?” You groaned in frustration at those words but continued to work your fingers in and out of your entrance. Your chest heaved up and down at a fast pace, your heart racing at your orgasm built closer and closer but then, you felt empty and a hand on your wrist. 

“Fuck!” you sobbed, tossing your back down on the bed in frustration and need. He curled into the front of your body and asked in a low voice,”Does my pet want to come?” 

“Yes,Master,fuck,I want it,I fucking need to come,please!” you begged, hips circling against the mattress. 

He pulled the blindfold off and your vision cleared, Dean coming into sight then informed you of his plan,”Okay, You can come, because I’m going to fuck you with my mouth then I’m going to fuck you so hard with my cock that’ll you won’t want to walk in the morning. But just when you think I’m done, I’m going to make you ride me and I promise,kitten, by the time I get done you won’t want to come anymore tonight.”

“Please.”you whispered softly, hand brushing his scruff covered cheeks. He nodded and promised”I will. Don’t worry,pet.” He kissed down your body tenderly, readying you for what was to come, then he pulled your hand down and guided two fingers back in before he gave gentle licks and sucks to you.

“More,please.” you asked softly, eyes fluttering as you grabbed his gaze. His strawberry blond curls fell into his face as he lifted your legs up onto his shoulders and your thighs clenched against his cheeks then he flashed a devilish look to you before he purred”Get ready to lose your fucking voice, kitten.” 

With a few quick lashes of his hot tongue against your clit, he slid it down to your entrance where you were riding your fingers then he slipped it in and you shoved him face first into your pussy with your other hand, causing him to growl at the scent of you.

He pushed in a finger of his own and you cried out at the width stretching you out then you begged,”Harder!” Dean did as you pleaded, palm slapping against your clit as he pumped his finger and tongue deeper and harder into your then he pressed your fingers towards the spot that could make you come in a matter of seconds.

“Tastes so good, my little pet. Come now.” Your hips bucked up, his nose brushing your pubic bone as his scruff burned against the soft skin of your inner thighs before he continued to push you through your orgasm as you screamed his name.

“See,pet? No one can make you come as hard as I can. No one will ever find out how fucking pretty those little sounds are, how fucking good you taste. I only do,right?” Dean snarled low in your ear as he finished kissing and nibbling hickies into your skin all the way up your body. 

“No one.”you gasped, crushing your lips to his in a brutal and intense kiss. He chuckled at your desperateness then guided the head of his dick to your slit and brushed it against your clit, eyes locked on yours as your lips parted and your tongue brushed his, breaths mingling. You nipped his bottom then whined,"Fuck me,Master.”

“Okay.” he stated simply before he sunk his cock deep inside of you, the two of you sharing a moan at different volumes. The leather squeaked as it rubbed against both your skin and the sheets and you couldn’t help but feel naughty.

“Dean! Fuck,more.” you panted,legs winding around his waist. He gave a lunatic grin then hitched your ankles on his shoulders and pushed harder and faster into you. You ran your nails up his biceps then arched into him as he snarled low in your ear.

“Look at my cute little kitten, wanting more of her Master’s dick. I bet you’re close,aren’t you,doll?” he asked, sucking more bruises into your neck. Your head bobbed up and down several times, crying out when he bottomed out in you, causing your walls to tighten which pulled a groan from his chest.

“Five…” he panted, circling your clit with his thumb. You tossed your head back and he followed, the two of you sharing a kiss,“Four… Three.”

“Two.” he purred, catching your earlobe with his canines as he pinched your bud and his hips jerked forward several more times at a quicker pace then he snapped,“Come,kitten.”

“Fuck,Dean!” At the sound of your scream, he came with you, breaths mingling and the air hot and somewhat sticky. He lowered your legs down to the mattress then rolled off of your now sore body, only for him to hit the floor. You peeked over the edge of the bed and burst into laughter when you saw that he was pouting up at you.

“You dork.” you sobbed as you wiped the tears from laughing so hard. He rolled his eyes and jerked you on top of him then declared,“You look great just in my jacket,kitten.”

“I love you,Dean.” you declared, kissing his dimples. He cupped your cheeks and replied,“I love you too,(Y/N). I think I’m gonna make you call Lexie after we cuddle for a little.”

“You maniac. You said you were gonna let me ride you.” you stated, shrugging out of his jacket to cool off. He booped you on the nose and corrected,“And I will. I’m a lunatic, kitten, the Lunatic Fringe to be exact,so calm down.”

I’m on a bit of a Batdad kick and I’m trying to write stories that focus on Bruce bonding with his kids. This one is Bruce and Cass bonding. I hope you guys enjoy.

Summary: Bruce takes Cass to a ballet 

Rating: G

Words: 3k (ish)

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Bruce adjusted his tie, straightening it in his mirrored image before he reached into his jacket pocket to make sure the ballet tickets were still in his pocket. With how much funding he gave the theater they were more for appearance than an actual requirement, but they felt important all the same. He pulled his coat back into place and checked the tie one more time before a voice called his attention to the door.

Cass stood frowning at him. “We will be late.”

Bruce turned to smile at her, undaunted by his daughter’s apparent impatience. “Alfred is a fast driver; I think we can spare another minute or two. What do you think about this tie?” he asked his tone teasing.

Cass ignored his jab and stalked forward, “No messing around, not tonight.” she was stern as she pushed him from behind, out the door and down the hall.

When she reached the stairs she paused to move next to Bruce and hooked her arm through his own and continued to pull him down. Bruce let her drag him the whole way, an amused smile tugging at his lips. He loved the bright eager impatience pushing her feet to make sure they made it on time.

They were just passing the living room and Dick, when he leapt to his feet and darted in front of them both, camera in hand.

“Move.” Cass told him.

Her hands went to her hips, dragging Bruce closer in the process, since their arms were still locked. Cass didn’t seem like she was going to change poses soon so he stepped over to relieve the pressure, and looked to Dick. His oldest was shaking his head.

“I want at least one picture. Alfie’s not here to take it, so you’re stuck with me.”

Cass crossed her arms and frowned at him for a moment. Then she went to push past him, and drag Bruce with her, but Dick scuttled in front again.

“Dick, you know the paparazzi will take plenty of pictures, pay one of them for some.” Bruce said as he was jerked to another stop by his children’s bickering.

“Just one, Cass. Please?” Dick asked, all his attention on her. “The reporters will photoshop all the pictures and none of them will be natural.”

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We’ve Gone Way too Fast for Way too Long (Part Three)

Originally posted by mertcannn

Pairing: Sister!Reader x Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy)

Words: 1,759

Based off: This imagine

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Warnings: Guns, alcohol, patching up people

Author’s Note: Here it is! Part 3! I hope you all like it! I think just one more part will go to this small little series and we’ll be done with it. Title take from Young and Menace by Fall Out Boy- Haley xx 

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Jax was pissed off at me, I could tell. Whenever Juice pulled the van into Teller-Morrow parking lot and we all filed out, I tried to help Jax inside but he shrugged me off. Everyone else was staring at me like I had lobsters pouring out of my ears; like I was the freak kid at school all the other kids thought I was.

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For You, I’ve Got All the Time in the World

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Author: T💕
Request: “Can you do a Teen Wolf imagine where the reader is Issac’s sister and after suffering from so many years of abuse from their father along with her bother she is scared of males, (excluding Issac) because of it. -Thank you😊”
Warnings: Mentions of abuse
Author’s note: I changed this just a teeny bit.

                                                       Y/N’s P.O.V 

       "Hey, Princess.“ My brother, Issac, greeted as he walked into the class that the two of us had together.
       I smiled, "Hi, Issac!”
       My brother sat beside me. “How are you feeling. Like, you know…” I knew he was talking about the beating I had suffered the previous night from our dad.
       I winced at the thought of it. My hand drifted to the right side of my rib cage. It was covered in bruises and shallow cuts. It was a sad metaphor of how I felt on the inside. “I’m okay. Nothing we haven’t dealt with before, right?” I laughed at the cruel humor of mine and Issac’s life.
       "Hey, Y/N. Hey, Issac.“ Scott greeted with a crooked smile.
        I sank down in my seat and mumbled a "hello”. I saw the way Scott’s face dropped after our interaction. I know that Scott has feelings for me, and of course I have feelings for him, but I can’t trust any man because of my dad. Well, other than Issac. But you build trust for someone fast when you grow accustomed to eachothers screams and cries in pain.

                                                      Scott’s P.O.V

     I swear I could feel my heart break into pieces. I know what Y/N is going through at home. Well, not personally, but I could feel her pain. No girl like her deserves to be treated like that. Honestly, neither of them do.
       Issac pulled me to the side. “Hey, man, don’t take that to heart. It’s nothing you did, it’s our dad. She has this mental block when it comes to trusting men. She’s alway afraid of getting hurt. Emotionally and physically.”
       I rubbed the back of my neck. “But, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, Issac. She has to know that…”
       He put his hand on my shoulder. “She’s trying, believe me. But, she flinches everytime a man raises his hand around her. I mean, she had a panic attack when Derek tried to highfive her. And Derek couldn’t lay a hand on Y/N if his life depended on int.”
       The bell rang and Issac and I went to our seats.
       I looked over to Y/N’s seat and met her gaze. I saw her cheeks get red and heard her heartbeat speed up. She smiled a small smile and then waved at me. Dumbstruck, I waved back and smiled at her.

                                                           Y/N’s P.O.V

       As soon as Scott and I locked eyes, I didn’t think I would ever have the amount of courage it took for me to have any sort of interaction with a man other than my brother. But I waved and smiled at him anyway.
       Issac saw what happened and smiled at me so wide that I thougnt he was going to break his cheeks. “Look at you!” He whispered and put his arm around my shoulders like he always does. “It’s all about progress and taking baby steps, Princess. You got this.”

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       The bell rang and we all packed up our stuff. “Y/N?” Scott said from behind me. Issac nodded encouragingly at me when I looked at him.
       I smiled at Scott. “Yes?”
       I never thought I would ever see anyone but my brother smile at me the way Scott did. As a matter of fact, nobody has ever smiled at me the way he did. Issac smiles at me, but it’s always a sibling love behind his eyes, but there was something different about Scott’s.
       "Do-uh-do you mind if I walk with you to your locker?“ It took me a second to gather my thoughts. All I’ve ever known is the pain and abuse from men. I don’t know if I can trust Scott. I don’t know if I can trust anyone but Issac…
       A voice in the back of my head telling me that I should try to trust Scott. Maybe it’s the way he looks at me the same way people look at the stars in the midnight sky or fireworks on the Fourth of July. Or maybe it was the fact that I can see in his eyes that there is nothing that he wouldn’t do for me. I can see a fire behind his eyes, and I have a feeling that I was the fuel that made those flames erupt. "Not at all.” I smiled.
       As we walked out of the classroom, Issac asked me if I needed him to walk with Scott and I.
        I shook my head at my brother with sincerity. “No. It’s okay, Issac. I’m okay with walking with Scott.”
                                                             Scott’s P.O.V

       "…I’m okay with walking with Scott.“ Y/N’s words echoed through my head on a loop. I don’t know what to say or what to feel. The fact that Y/N trusts me makes me feel like my life was finally complete.
       She’s gone through so much when it comes to men, and choosing to place something as fragile as her trust in my hands, made me feel like there was nothing I couldn’t do. And I would do anything for Y/N Lahey, anything at all.
       "Scott? Hellooooo? Earth to McCall!” Y/N waved her hand in front of my face.
        I blinked away my thoughts and gave her a small smile. “Sorry, love. Let’s go.”

                                                             Y/N’s P.O.V
       Scott and I walked down the hall a few dozen feet to my locker. I out in my combo and popped open my locker. The inside door was littered with pictures of my brother and I.
      Scott looked them over. “You guys really are close, huh?”
      I pulled a picture down and held it. The picture was of me and Issac during my softball tournament. My bat was slung over my left shoulder, my uniform was covered in dirt and chalk, my eye-black was streaked down my face, but my smile was so effortly displayed on my face. Issac wasn’t looking at the camera, but he was looking at me with so much love in his eyes and in his smile. I couldn’t help but grin a little. “Yeah. But with a life like ours, we’ve gotta be.”
       "Y/N, can I tell you something?“ Scott asked me warily.
       I nodded. "Of course, Scott.”
       "I just-I want you to know that I would never, not in a million years, do anything to hurt you. I know why you have trouble trusting men. I know why you and your brother both do. And I just want to reassure you that; you can let your guard down around me. I-I know I’m not perfect, but for you, I would try my damnedest to be. I would sacrifice all I had just so that I could keep you safe. And,Y/N, I know you only really trust Issac, but I want you to try and trust me. I want you to let me in. It makes me physically sick to know that you don’t love yourself the way you should. And if you let me in, I would treat you the way a real man should. Now, I’m not asking you to trust every man, I’m just asking that you trust me the same way you trust your brother.“
       I couldn’t think of how to react. All my life my brother and I have been our dad’s punching bags. And now, Scott McCall is standing in front of me, begging me to let him in. And maybe I should. Maybe I can find some comfort from everything my dad has ever done to me in him. Maybe Scott can help me feel everything in my life that has been broken or hurt. Maybe Scott McCall is my safe heaven.
       I took a deep breath. "Okay, Scott. I will let you in. But just-just don’t try to rush the healing, alright? I know it’s going to take some time to learn to trust another man that isn’t Issac.”
       Scott lifted my head up with his hand, making me flinch ever so slightly. “Y/N, I don’t care if it takes forever. I will be here for you through hell and back, and nothing and no one will ever change that. Not in this life or the next.”
       "You promise?“ I ask in a whisper.
       "I promise.” He said.

Viviane x Kallias

Hey, guys! It’s been a while (so sorry i’m busy with college). Anyways, after reading acowar I was dying because I loved Viviane and Kallias so much. So here’s my attempt of writing a fanfic about them. This is just chapter one, please let me know if you have some thoughts about it or if you think I should write chapter two (I don’t know if i’m in the mood). Dedicated to my beautiful wife, mate and best friend @feyrearchsron  ♡

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anonymous asked:

How do you think Lena's apartment will look like?

I’m baaaaccckkkk!

So this turned into a whole thing! hope it isn’t too descriptive for a whole chapter but I thought I’d try it!


She doesn’t know what she expected Lena’s apartment to look like, but it certainly wasn’t this.

It makes sense, in retrospect, considering how soft Lena is around her; but it definitely doesn’t mesh with hardass CEO Lena.

She steps in hesitantly, even though Lena had called for her to come in - it still feels odd, just walking in. She can hear Lena getting ready back in the bedroom, the soft click of cosmetic cases.

“Just make yourself at home! I’l be right out!” Lena calls out and she finally allows herself to glance around as she toes off her shoes to add to the pile in the entryway.

The foyer is wide with a coat rack by the door, and to the right is the kitchen, all stainless steel and granite. It’s large, a chef’s kitchen, she thinks; and she smiles, wondering if Lena cooks. Her stomach grumbles hungrily and she steps forward into the living room.

It’s cozy, that’s her first thought, as she takes in the fluffy throw blanket tossed across the back of the couch and the stack of books on the end table. She steps forward to take a closer look, feeling a bit nosy but not feeling too bad about it - Lena had said to make herself at home after all. There are two engineering books and one on physics; but there’s also a dog-eared copy of ‘The Princess Diarist’ and Catco’s latest edition folded to the page of Kara’s article that makes her smile.

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Lost Pet Spell

You will need the following items for this spell:

  • 1 brown candle
  • 4 white candles

Set up your altar as you see fit and invoke the gods of your pantheon. Particularly gods that are guardians of domestic animals (Reye, Herne, Artemis and so on). Never invoke a god that is not of your faith.

Perform first prayers and gift your offerings.

Place the white candles in the 4 directions of your altar (north, east, south and west) Take up the brown candle and charge into it brown animalistic energy and images of your lost pet. Say the following 9 times:

May this candle come to be
__(Pets name)__, who I want to see.
__(Pets name)__, come home to me,
And as my will, so mote it be

Place the candle down in the middle of the the 4 candles and light them all. Hold your hands over the candle display and say the following 9 times while picturing your pet returning:

May the wind blow in the direction of my love,
May the sun light your way home so long as you are lost,
May the rain quench your thirst, since I can’t,
May the Earth give you strength beneath your feet,
And may the Goddess ______ hold you in her arms.
And if you can’t find your way home to me
Find a new home with someone as loving as me

Let the candles burn as long as you can let them. It may take a few days for your pet to return, so be patient.


or… photographer harry

category: fluff & angst

If there was a flat you were forced to stay in for the rest of your life– you would have to choose Harry’s. Y/N doesn’t know if it was the fresh plants hanging from different parts of the ceiling, on every flat surface (tops of his refrigerator included) or the welcoming aroma of ground coffee from his morning meal, she just felt at home. Being one of the first people Y/N’s met after moving out to Glasgow, he’d immediately had a significant presence in her life. It’s a bit deeper than that now, with him being her boyfriend, but significant presence nonetheless. 

“Day-O is definitely a favorite. We should do this again next time ‘round.” Harry says, peeling yet another orange. “Movie’s great too.” 

“That’s why you want to re-do this day again? Because we’re watching Over the Hedge? Not because of your mess of a fruit?” 

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Inked. (SR)

*Read and find out bitches* not edited 

his pov:

Well of course it was a drunken mistake. I would have never done it if I were sober enough to think straight. 

It all started out with me going to a bar with Y/N. The one I most loved, but also the one I hadn’t told I loved them. I needed liquid courage and if I knew what I was going to get myself into I would’ve never gone out. 

“Hey Spencer!” Y/N yelled already waiting at the bar for me. I smiled and gave her a small side hug. “Hey Y/N. How are you?” I smiled seeing her bright eyes. “I’m good Spence. How was the rest of the paper work?” She asked giggling. She was always very good at getting out of paper work acting like she had thrown up to go home. “It was hell. How is your stomach?” I asked sarcastically, us both knowing it was a lie. She placed her hand over her stomach and made a sick face. “You know what Spence I think we need to go, I might just blow chunks here.” She said leaning down faking. I playfully pushed her and rolled my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.” I told her sitting beside her ordering some whiskey. “Drinking straight up whiskey tonight?” She asked surprised. I rolled my neck and closed my eyes. “Gotta take the edge off.” I told her. “Ah.” She commented giving me a warm smile. 

One drink after another I had forgotten my purpose of tonight. I had forgotten that I was supposed to just have one drink and then tell her I loved her. That I had been desperately in love with her all these years. But tonight had turned worse when we started to leave. We walked out of the bar making our way down the street giggling and stumbling over our feet. Which it was probably dangerous walking on the streets while intoxicated. We stumbled into a parlor looking at all of the pictures. I stumbled over to the tall, built biker type and handed him a piece of paper with writing. He nodded and walked towards the back of the store waving me to follow him. “Where would you like this?” He said his deep voice dripping into the room around Y/N and I. I rolled up the sleeve of my shirt and pointed to the vieny forearm. “Right here please.” I said slurring my words together. I heard Y/N giggle and come beside me. “Spencer are you really going to do this?” She said her eyes going wide. I nodded my head. “Fuck yeah.” I said confidently. She sat down and giggled again. “That’s gonna be so hot.” She said mumbling. “Really?” I asked in disbelief. She nodded her head and smiled. “You’re hot already but fuck Spence this is going to make you even more irresistible.” She said biting the inside of her cheek. I felt the needle going down on my skin inking me. My intoxicated mind didn’t allow me to resister the pain. “Spencer that’s going to look so cool!” She said excitedly. I nodded my head and smiled at her.

“Now put this cream on it okay?” The man said as he escorted us out the door. I nodded and placed a hand on her back. “We need a taxi.” I said started to get tired. She nodded her head and rested her head on my shoulder. “Spencer can I stay with you tonight? I’m too tired to wait until I get home.” She said pouting. I softly laughed and nodded my head, calling over a taxi. “Your tattoo is hot.” She said groggily. I looked down at her seeing her bite at her lips. “Don’t do that.” I said groaning as I opened the taxi door for her. She slipped in as I went behind her. “Don’t do what?” She asked confused. “Don’t bite your lip like that. It makes me think of other things.” I said blushing. I wish that I could turn the verbal vomit off but it was hard to considering I was absolutely hammered. 

We got to my apartment complex after a very quiet ride. I paid the driver and guided Y/N’s sleepy body into the complex. “Can I borrow clothes? I so do not want to sleep in this dress.” She said grumbling. I smiled and nodded my head. We rode up the elevator and got to my apartment. “I always forget how much walking we have to do.” She said complaining, falling back onto my bed. I laughed and threw a shirt and sweatpants over at her. “That’s Spence.” She told me as she kissed my cheek softly. My stomach erupted in butterflies, my first instinct was to pull her in and kiss the fuck out of her but I didn’t want to give her the wrong impression since we were very drunk still. I let her go letting her change as I changed myself settling into my bed. “I’m so tired.” She said coming out yawning and pouting. “ Me too.” I said patting the bed and moving over so she had enough room. She cuddled around the blankets and yawned as I turned out the light. “Goodnight Spencer.” She told me. I faced towards her and smiled loving how she looked in my clothes, in my bed. “Goodnight Y/N sweet dreams.” 

I woke up with a pounding headache and a very warm lump beside me. I felt around my waist feeling the small hands latched over my stomach. I jumped a bit not remembering who was in my bed, until I remembered Y/N came home with me. I relaxed in her arms and looked back seeing her face pressed into my shoulder. I smiled and placed my hand over hers, slightly rubbing her arm. I felt the goosebumps rise over her skin as my finger tips glided against her soft skin. I felt her head nuzzle into my shoulder a few times as she bolted awake, clearly not remembering where she was. I groaned and rolled over. “Morning.” I said grabbing at my head. She groaned and pushed her head into the pillow, “How much did we have to drink?” She asked. I shrugged my shoulders. “I have no clue. I felt something cling onto my arm as I moved it out from under me. I grabbed at my skin feeling the plastic around my arm. I tilted my head and opened my eyes seeing the fresh tattoo. “Oh God please, please tell me this is fake.” I said gulping nervously. “What?” She said sitting up. I pointed to my arm and bit my lip. The corners of her mouth turned up. “It’s cute.” She said giggling. “No! I’m not supposed to have tattoo’s I don’t look good with them.” I said biting my lip furiously. “Spence,  it looks good on you.” She said getting up. “Y/N what am I going to do? What if people see?” I asked freaking out. She laughed, “Then they will know you’re in the FBI.” She said giggling. I followed her out to the kitchen getting water. “I need to get this removed.” I said frantically. She frowned and pushed herself up on the island of the kitchen. “What a shame. I thought it was sexy.” She said winking at me. My face flushed. “What? Really?” I asked excited. She nodded, “I think you’re cute without it but you’re so hot and sexy with it. Makes you look dangerous.” She said laughing. I walked closer to her and pushed my hips in between her legs. “Maybe I should show you how dangerous I can be?” 


So my friend and I found a website where you can order lots of different bugs, and we found a deal on a pack of four different millipedes, so we got them. 

Here’s her two,

Rowan: (Who’s a shy baby)

And Orianna: (So small but SO COLORFUL)

and my two, 

Parade: (she loved this HUGE GRAPE)

And Choo-Choo: (Or Chew-Chew)

We determined that the big guy (Choo-Choo) is a male and the other three are probably females. They’re small and everyone but Parade is a little shy, so it’s a bit hard to tell. Meanwhile CC is a CHUNKMASTER who likes to explore. He ends up getting a lot of attention.

They LOVE fruit and veggies. Their first encounter with sweet potato:

They didn’t even seem to notice when I put them back down, just kept eating.

Parade is a fearless little nyoom monster. I get her out of the box, and unless there’s a really good snack around or she feels ornery and starts chewing on me (which happens often), she is GO GO GO. She moves REALLY FAST for her size. 

Chew-Chew is a little more chill, and slightly shier. He usually balls up when I first pick him up, unless I’m VERY CAREFUL, but thirty seconds later he’s picking his head up like Nessie:

(this is from when he fell asleep on his food)

Just yesterday, he was climbing the walls so I got him out and let him explore my desk. I offered him a cookie crumble and he was ALL OVER it. 

and even made a lovely curl while eating (he holds small food in his first ten or so feet)

I tried to offer Parade some, but I scared her by accident so she went into NYOOM MODE and wasn’t interested in food. 

And one more cute picture: this was when he was exploring my hand, but I scared him by accident by breathing on him so just his head got a little shy…

…but then an inquisitive antenna emerged. 

I hope you enjoyed them! I love them to bits. They’re such fun little critters.

Oh my goodness. These fellas are amazing. Great names, great buggies! I didn’t realize how charming millipedes are- but look at the way he’s eating that cookie, how could you call that anything but charming?

Some Risks Are Worth Taking
By @thequeenwrites117

i. I’m here two days when one of the upperclassmen reminds me to be “smart with my stupid decisions” pats me on the back and walks away holding three pamphlets two about health services, one about birth control.

ii. The first weekend, I stay awake until I can’t and text my roommate three times when she doesn’t come home after 2am from a party.

iii. After the first day of classes it is announced that one of our classmates had died in a plane crash the night before. He had gone up with two frat boys. Only one came down.

iv. There was a vigil.  I don’t go.

v. He comes up three weeks later at a party and I’m having my third red cup (I lost the last two when I set them down). “Reminds us of how easy it is, isn’t it?” one of them says, “Think you’re life’s just startin’ an boom! No more!”

vi. I make my first friend and she is beautiful and lovely and wonderful for she loves all the things I love and hates all the things I hate and it is enough to ignore the moments when I catch her starring at me as if trying to see how the cogs in my brain spin or trying to determine if they spin at all.

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anonymous asked:

could you write more daddy!harry with his kids?

This turned out way longer than I expected, but I guess that’s a good thing… Thanks for the request!

“Welcome Home Daddy”

You had picked Harry up from the airport after dropping off your daughter at school, so his arrival would be a complete surprise for her. At only 6 years old, she usually took it pretty hard when her father had to be away for long periods of time. You always made sure to fly out and visit Harry when he would be away extra long, but with your daughter starting kindergarten a few months ago, it had been harder than usual to plan a trip. He’d only been away for a couple weeks, but to a kid, that seemed like a lifetime.

He’d gotten home and showered before settling on the couch, just in time for you to give him a quick kiss as you ran out the door to pick up your daughter from school. He stayed home to get some rest, hoping to recharge before he was greeted by an extremely hyper child.

Your ride home from the school was mostly the same as always; your daughter rambled on about the drawing she made and how she was pretty sure a boy liked her because he always sat next to her during storytime. She pulled a piece of paper out of her folder and turned it so you could clearly see three stick figures that slightly resembled you, her, and Harry.

“I wanna give this to Daddy when he comes home!”

You nodded, trying to keep yourself from giggling like a kid when you imagined her running inside and seeing her father sitting there. As soon as you pulled into the driveway, she jumped out of the car and you struggled to keep up with her while she ran inside. She dropped her backpack on the floor and hung up her jacket, completely oblivious to Harry standing in the hallway. You stood and watched, catching Harry’s eye and trying not to laugh.

As soon as she turned around, her eyes travelled from Harry’s long legs up to his face before it truly sunk in.


She ran into his arms, and Harry was quick to squat down and scoop her body up in his arms. With her head buried in his neck, he held her tight against him and rubbed her back with his large warm hand. You swore there were tears in his eyes; he was always so happy to see her again.

“I love you, princess.” He whispered, smoothing some of her hair and kissing her head. She quickly began to squirm after muttering a quick “I love you too” before Harry gently set her feet back on the ground.

You took the opportunity to stand next to Harry, looping one arm around his back as you watched your daughter dig around in her backpack to find what you figured was the picture from earlier. She finally found it and brought it up to Harry, a wide smile on her face as she turned the paper to display the work she was so proud of.

Harry grabbed it, his eyes wide and a grin spreading over his face. It was only stick figures, but to Harry, it was worth more than any of the antique art he’d bought.

“This is incredible, love. You got my hair just right.” He smiled, admiring every detail of the picture.

She helped him pick out a special spot on the fridge and secured it with a heart shaped magnet she’d picked out on one of your many trips to Europe. Of course she ran to the tv afterwards and pulled her favorite movie out of the cabinet, going on about how she wanted to watch it with Harry and eat pizza just like they had a few days before he left.

Once the pizza was ordered, you watched Harry snuggle your daughter on his lap as he started the movie and let you place a blanket over both of them. The movie was well underway when the pizza arrived, and you couldn’t help admiring the appetite your daughter had obviously inherited from Harry. She could eat almost as much as him because when she was hungry, there was no stopping her. Harry was the same way.

After the pizza boxes had been cleared and your daughter’s belly was slightly bigger than it was an hour ago, you finally snuggled up next to Harry and leaned your head on his shoulder.

The next thing you knew, your eyes were fluttering open and the clock read past midnight. You glanced over at Harry and saw that he was fast asleep, with your daughter curled up on top of him. You smiled at the sight before you sat up and stretched to regain feeling in your arms, and lightly shook Harry’s shoulder until he groggily opened his eyes and muttered something incomprehensible.

“Baby, get up. She has school tomorrow and she isn’t going to get good sleep if she’s not in her bed.”

He yawned, slowly starting to sit up in an attempt not to wake the sleeping girl in his arms. He blinked his eyes to adjust to the dim lamp you’d turned on beside him, and when he finally felt fully awake, he stood up and began carrying her down the hallway and up the stairs.

She managed to make it all the way to bed without waking up- another thing she got from Harry. Both of them could sleep through anything, and it worked in your advantage pretty often.

You ran to the bathroom to quickly wash up, and came back into the bedroom to find Harry sitting on the bed and staring at the wall.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, slowly settling in next to him and placing a hand on his thigh. He shook his head, dismissing whatever was going on in his mind and trying to lay down. That only lasted a few seconds though, and he sighed as he brought himself to an upright position again.

“She’s growing up.” He whined, his eyebrows narrowing as he looked down at his legs.

“I know.”

You reached over and grabbed his hand, softly squeezing before you rested your intertwined fingers in your lap.

“But it’s inevitable, you know? She can’t stay one age forever, and she’s still young, love.” You assured him, rubbing your thumb over the back of his warm hand.

“S'different… I’m never even around to see her. She looks so much bigger than the last time I was here and it was only a few weeks ago.”

You took a deep breath and nodded. He was right; it had been just as hard on you as it had been on him, because even though you wouldn’t admit it, seeing your daughter miss her dad so much had been getting to you.

“Have you ever considered… taking a break? I would never want to push you, but if you’d rather be at home… It might be a good idea, my love.”

He nodded slowly, giving your hand a light squeeze.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about that, actually, and s'just… I don’t want to disappoint anyone, but my family is most important. I think having such a good day with you both today has shown me that… I don’t want to fall off the face of the earth, but maybe I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, yeah?”

You shrugged and scooted a bit closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder and kissing the exposed skin gently.

“I know you can accomplish whatever you put your mind to, but, I think she needs you right now. Harry, she loves you so much.”

You swore there were tears in his eyes as he nodded again, the idea of his daughter being such a daddy’s girl was always a cause for him being emotional.

“I love her too.”

“I know you do, Harry.”

It was silent for a few minutes; you were letting Harry try to sort his mind out even though you’d much rather go to bed and discuss it more in the morning.

“I don’t want to leave again…” He trailed off, looking down at you when he didn’t know what to say. You nodded in understanding and kissed his cheek.

“I need to be here. With her and with you. You’re my favorite girls, I can’t just leave you behind, can I?”

You smiled, squeezing his hand in reassurance that no matter what happened, you’d always support him. He caught your eye again and took another deep breath.

“M'staying. I won’t be that dad that’s never around. Because I care so much, I don’t want to miss anymore of her life.” He decided, grinning a little. You smiled and let go of his hand to quickly wrap your arms around him.

Before you had time to lay down, the door cracked open and your daughter walked through, complaining that she couldn’t sleep. Of course you knew the perfect remedy for that; all it usually took was letting her snuggle up with one of you and she was fast asleep.

She went straight to Harry, curling into his side while his strong arm wrapped around her.

“I don’t want you to leave anymore.” She whined, squeezing Harry and trying to get closer to him.

“M'not leaving anymore, princess. I’ll stay here with you and mommy for a while, okay?”

She looked up at him, and even with her tired eyes, her face still lit up like a Christmas tree.



She snuggled back into him, her little arms trying to wrap around Harry’s torso. He squeezed her close to him and ran his fingers through her hair.

“Welcome home, daddy.”

Theron and my Jedi knight having a night to themselves. this time with clothes.(i picture this either after shadow of revan or after knights of the eternal throne, but before war on iokath). I Hate hands, feet ears. But I love the way i did his hair and her hair. It looks messy on some parts, but I still love it. Not a fan of the bed or the floor but I can’t draw that OK I am new.

It’s 3AM

“It’s three in the morning, what could you possibly want?” Y/N grumbled into the phone after seeing Joe’s face and name pop up on her phone.

“Always lovely talking with you too, love.” His voice came through the phone, much too awake for Y/N.

“You called me. At three in the morning. What do you want.” She ran a hand over her face, rolling on to her back.

“I can’t call my favourite person in the world?”

“Joe.” A sigh comes through the phone, and Y/N can picture him sitting in his computer chair in front of his desk, using his feet to swing himself around, running a hand through his hair.

“I was playing a scary game for a video, and its been like two hours, and I can’t turn the lights off.”

“Well why did you call me? You have a key, you could have just come over.” She ends the sentence with a yawn, and pulls the blanket tighter around her body.

“I didn’t want to wake you up.” They both laugh lightly at that, but she knew he meant well.

“I’m awake now. So get your scared arse over here so I can go back to sleep.” Y/N’s eyes kept trying to close on their own, but she really tried to fight off the sleep.

“Will you stay on the phone until I get there?” Joe said as she listened to him move around, obviously grabbing stuff to make his way over.

“I’ll try.” She mumbled, another yawn escaping past her lips.

Over the next ten minutes, Joe kept saying random stuff to keep Y/N from falling asleep. She was grateful when she heard a key turning in her lock, followed by a door opening and closing. A few seconds later, Joe appeared in her doorway, his phone in his hand as he ended the phone call.

“Hey.” He said softly, smiling at her across the room, the light from the lights outside illuminating him.

“Shut up and come to bed.” Y/N mumbled as she turned over in bed, closing her tired eyes. She listened as Joe stripped off his clothes before climbing in beside her, moving in close. “Do you want the lights on?” She asked as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling their bodies together.

“No, I should be okay now.” He answered, kissing her forehead lightly. “Thanks for waking up.”

“Any time. But now I’m going back to sleep.” Her words were slurred, her mind succumbing to sleep.

“You do that, love.” Joe closed his eyes, the fear no longer present as he fell asleep.

When they both woke up the next morning though, Y/N teased him about being so scared from a game.

hello there
here with more blake siblings on the arc okay

  • octavia is like 7? maybe 8? and she begs bellamy to go to school and he knows that she can’t so he sets up this “education station” in a tiny corner of their room with stubby pencils, scrap paper, and beat up books that bellamy has smuggled home
  • bellamy stealing school supplies here and there from class and hoping no one notices that his brand new notepad is missing
  • bellamy staying up super late making sure octavia understands everything he went over and finally doing his homework after she goes to sleep
  • octavia easily picking up math and helping bellamy with his math homework
  • octavia not having a favorite subject but absolutely loves learning about women in history, anyone from joan of arc to ellen ochoa 
  • after a particularly late evening, octavia yawning and telling bellamy what a great teacher he is that’s what he should be when he grows up (and bellamy just ruffles her hair - i need all the hair ruffles)
  • bellamy attempting to sketch the universe and planets for octavia when she asks to see what it looks like
  • octavia pouring over books filled with pictures of earth and dreaming about her feet in the blue oceans
  • octavia writing little stories to practice her hand writing and waiting excitedly to read each one to bellamy (and of course all the stories are about adventures she and bellamy have on earth)
  • bellamy keeping every single story and reading them every time he thinks about octavia while she’s locked up (and those stories being read so many times the paper is worn out and the writing is starting to fade where it was creased)

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My Midgard Life (6/?) [Ft. Reader x Thor]

Summary: After being injured during a battle Thor ends up on a beach shore in Midgard, having lost all but some of his memory. Thor sees a woman standing not far from him looking at him with wide eyes, he asks for help. The woman snapping out of her daze rushes to help him, taking him to her home she’s able to patch him up. The next morning she’s met with Thor making her breakfast, thinking that he was just thanking her with this gesture. However that is not the only reason Thor’s making her breakfast, it would seem that at some point during the night Thor came to a surprising conclusion. What will happen when Thor regains his memory?…

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Thor placed his right arm under your neck while his left arm was placed under your knees and he picked you up. Heimdall glanced at your unconscious body in Thor’s arms but said nothing as Thor walked swiftly passed him towards the castle. The Warriors Three followed Thor and Loki was nowhere to be seen, Sif stopped briefly when she saw the picture you had been holding was now on the floor by Heimdall. Bending down she picked up the picture and as she rose to her feet she smiled at the photo, she has never seen Thor so happy before in her life.

“He loves her,” Heimdall quietly whispered to Sif.

“I can tell,” Sif whispered to Heimdall as she walked passed him with the picture tucked under her arm.

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Natasha + jealous

(I set out to write something really short, and then… This happened… Oops…)

“I’m heading out to meet Wanda! I’ll text you when I’m on my way home,” you said, glancing at your girlfriend. Natasha was sitting at the kitchen table, looking bored as she scrolled through her phone. She didn’t say anything, so you grabbing your purse and keys, striding over to give her a peck on the cheek. She moved her head away from you as you leaned down, preventing you from touching her. “What’s wrong?” You asked, pulling back to look down at her. 

“Nothing.” Her short, clipped answer made it apparent that something was wrong. You sighed, grabbing the chair next to her and falling into it. Dropping your purse onto the table, you turned towards her to give her your full attention. 

“Talk to me, babe.” She peered up at you for a moment before her eyes fell back to the table, no longer even looking at her phone. 

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with her,” Natasha whispered, her voice cracking. Your heart sank. You’d never seen her like this. She seemed so vulnerable, so hurt. Reaching over, you placed a hand on top of one of hers. 

“Natasha, look at me,” you begged, rubbing your thumb softly back and forth over her hand. When she didn’t move, you took you hand off of hers and placed it under her chin, lifting gently. You had a general idea of where her thoughts were, but you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what the issue was. “Are you jealous that I’ve been spending time with her, or do you actually think something is going on? You know I wouldn’t cheat on you, Nat. I love you.” 

“I know, I know,’ she responded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just jealous. You’ve been gone with her almost every day for the past few weeks, and you won’t tell me what you’ve been doing. I trust you, so I haven’t followed you. Which has been so hard for me, you know. But not knowing… It’s killing me.” A single tear rolled down her cheek, and you wiped it away before getting to your feet. Natasha’s gaze followed you as your stood, obviously wondering what you were doing. 

“Come here,” you commanded softly, offering her your hand. She took it, letting you pull her out of her chair. The feeling of helplessness was so foreign to her, and you’d never seen her look so uncomfortable in her own skin; as though she was fighting for control, but couldn’t seem to find it within herself. 

You hated yourself for putting her through this. You hadn’t really needed the two weeks of preparation, but you’d wanted to make sure everything was perfect… There was no time for that now. You had to do it today, right at this minute. You knew you couldn’t wait any longer. 

“Natasha,” you began, swallowing thickly. This was it. You were really doing this, no turning back. What if she said no? No, you couldn’t think about that now. You just had to jump in. You looked into her bewildered eyes, felt her hands in yours, and that helped ground you, leveling your thoughts. She waited patiently for you to continue. “Nat, honey, I’ve been out everyday day with Wanda because she’s been helping me with something. Something for you. We had it all planned out; a romantic dinner for just the two of us, a party on the beach with everyone, fireworks, the whole nine yards. We even made sure to clear everyone’s schedules, so no one’s on mission. Everyone is home. It’s supposed to be tomorrow, but I can’t wait anymore.” You paused for a minute, then watched Natasha’s eyes grow wide as you dropped to one knee. 

“Y/N, what are you–”

“Shh.” You brought her hands to your face, pressing your lips to her knuckles briefly. “Please don’t interrupt me, or else I’ll never get through this.” She stayed silent, eyes glistening as she stared down at you. “I love you so much, baby. I think I knew you were the one from the second I met you, and I can’t imagine my life without you anymore. I know you never pictured yourself being with anyone, let alone loving someone or spending the rest of your life with them; and that’s why I’m grateful for every single day that you choose to be with me. And I hope you’ll continue to choose to be with me every day for the rest of our lives, by being my wife.” Her hands tightened on yours, and you watched as her mouth opened but no sound came out. You closed your eyes, your face falling to look at her feet as you braced yourself for the worst. You began to loosen your hands from hers, but gripped them more firmly, pulling you to your feet. 

“Yes.” Natasha’s answer was so quiet, you almost missed it. Your eyes shot up to meet hers, and you couldn’t cover your disbelief. “Don’t look so surprised, Y/N,” she said, smiling through tears. One of her hands came up to cup your cheek, and you leaned into it. “You’re asking me to marry you. I’m saying yes. Isn’t that how it’s so supposed to go?” You laughed at her, turning your face against her hand to kiss her palm. She dropped it to your waist, pulling you closer to her. “I’m sorry I doubted you,” she whispered, bringing her face closer so that she could rest her forehead on yours. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Nat.” Your lips met hers, your fingers coming up to tangle in her hair. The two of you stayed wrapped up in each other for a few minutes until someone cleared their throat behind you. 

“From the looks of it, I suppose you will want the ring now, rather than tomorrow, yes?” Wanda asked. You pulled away from Natasha and looked over your shoulder at her, grinning.

“No, no, no,” Natasha answered for you, resting her head on your shoulder as she wrapped an arm around your waist. “You guys planned a whole big thing out for me, right? You might as well go through with it all.” Her smile was sly and sweet all at once, and you laughed, pulling her closer to you and kissing her again. You couldn’t wait to start your life with this woman.