i love rest of my babies just as much

  • First impression - I don’t like you, I don’t want more of you, get away from Feyre. Just stop.
  • Impression now - You are the most precious baby bat, you may be death triumphant but I will wrap you in a blanket and love you for the rest of my days. My. Absolute. Fave.
  • Favorite moment - It swings from dark!Rhysand in the Court of Nightmare and Chapter 54 in Mist and Fury.
  • Idea for a story - ROMAN AU. You know what I’m talking.
  • Unpopular opinion - I think I’m pretty much all popular opinion with Rhys.
  • Favorite relationship - Feyre/Rhys. 
  • Favorite headcanon - HIGH LORD IN THE STREETS, KNEELS TO FEYRE IN THE SHEETS.

♥ нappy вιrтнday, ѕнιro! ♥ 2•29

i couldn’t wait to post this on his birthday.. so happy early birthday, my fav space dad! i can’t believe he’s turning 5! they grow up so fast,,..

highlights of 4x07
  • shirtless Bellamy HELLO 
  •  honestly Kane is hot too 
  • and Harper DAMN 
  • “I just needed to see my mom” aw Clarke baby 
  • “Go take a shower” thank you Abby making sure Clarke is clean 
  • BELLAMY SUITING UP TO SAVE ONE OF THE HUNDRED that boy loves his costumes 
  • Honestly Bellamy is so BRAVE and GOOD I love him so much 
  • Becca’s house is amazing but there’s no way that pool stayed clean the whole time 
  • THIS IS THE SURVIVOR’S GUILT HOUSE OK 
  • Shower time for Clarke hell yeah I love this new soft look 
  • Why won’t anyone let my baby girl rest 
  • …Oh Bellamy…such a sad moment but GOD Bob is so good 
  • Murphy and Emori, the morally gray murder children 
  • Ilian is such a cutie patootie but I want Octagon to stay the hell away from him!!! Don’t taint him with your shitty ways!!! 
  • Bellamy and Kane’s relationship is so important and their talks break my heart 
  • “You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved” YES Bellamy time to focus on people who actually care about you 
  • Oh hi Roan 
  • Omfg did Emori plant that guy here what a devious little bean I love her
My Fake Boyfriend Epilogue

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1645

Warnings:, A lot of fluffy.

@drinkfantasy thank you so much for being my beta. You are the best. And thank you @amrita31199 .

You look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your makeup. You can’t believe that this day is finally here, today is the day that you would become Mrs. Barnes. After a year of dating and a six-month engagement, this day is finally here.

“Don’t you look precious?”. Your grandmother remarks , turning around you smile at her , drying the tears on her face. “Please, don’t cry, if you start crying I will start crying too… again and this would be the third time today.” She smiles at you, you can see the pride in her eyes. “Are you nervous? Marriage is a big deal, I wanted to run away on my second marriage.” She says taking a sip of her glass of champagne.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, I love Bucky and I trust him with my life.” You calmly respond and it is true, you don’t doubt Bucky’s love for you. Other things might scare you but never your love for Bucky.

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HEY LADIES ❤️

I’ve said this before but after having a conversation with a friend…. Women don’t compliment each other enough! So to the women tagged in this post and the rest of my female followers…

You are GORGEOUS!! You’re smart, funny, ambitious, creative, and unique. I just love your hairstyle(s),outfit(s),shoes, the way you do your makeup and so much more! Baby girl you out here snatching edges and it got me like “yaaaaaaaaaaassssssssss!“😍😍 Oh and CONGRATULATIONS on getting that promotion, getting an A on your exam, perfecting your craft, earning that scholarship, getting a new car, paying off your bills, starting a family, getting ready for graduation, starting and building your own brand, getting a new job, your new relationship, learning a new skill… whatever the case may be, you did it and applaud you! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 With all that being said JUST KEEP SLAYING QUEEN ❤️💅🏽(please feel free to reblog and tag more beautiful queens!!)


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BTS reaction: To holding their baby for the first time.

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Rap Monster: “I can’t believe he’s really here in my arms, we’ve been waiting for so long.” he would be holding your son and your hand, proudly.

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Jimin: “Hello, my little ballerina…” he would be giggling at your daughter “…how come we did someone so pretty?

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Jungkook: He would be holding your child, looking at every movement he does. “Y/N?” you would be resting from the birth when he calls you “Can we make another so he can have a brother to play with him?

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Suga: He would be incredibly proud “Look, Y/N… She has a gummy smile just like me and she’s cute just like you. I love you so much, baby girl.” and looking at you, he would say “I love more than anything, thank you for this.”

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J-Hope: “Do you think he’s going to be a dancer or a rapper, Y/N?” he would ask you as soon as your baby boy falls asleep “He’s going to be a lawyer, Hoseok.” he’d pout when you tell him that, messing with him.

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V: He would turn into a softball and would find his child the cutest thing ever “She looks just like you, Y/N.” really amazed by your resemblance. 

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Jin: You didn’t tell him they were twins until he saw them “Two?! They’re so beautiful!” he would kiss your forehead, holding one of your daughters while you hold the other. “I love you so much, Y/N. They’re my princesses and you’re my queen.

Affaires Douées (M)

word count: 7.4k

genre: smut; CEO!minhyuk

pairing: reader/minhyuk

summary: you’re fashion CEO lee minhyuk’s personal assistant, and in deep denial about your well-reasoned attraction to said man. when he reveals he’s had issues taking care of himself, paired with you seeing him lose his temper in front of everyone, it leads you two to take your business relationship to a more personal level.

a/n: this was inspired by this lovely video which had a yelling minhyuk that had me hot and bothered within seconds. please, suffer with me.

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How Mark loves Bridget?!

“Are you happy?”

Here is the difference when Bridget told both that she’s pregnant. The first thing came up from Jack’s mind is the baby. But with Mark, his priority is Bridget, is she happy with this news? Is she happy to have a child with him?

“Our boy”

Both of them are happy to be the father. But the most important things is with who. And friendly reminder that quote from Mark’s letter “I want a life with you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

Falling in love doesn’t happen on paper

How much Jack loves Bridget? One of the top reason that Jack attracted by Bridget is about her personality or that 97% on paper. And Mark, well you know the rest (just as you are; lmao) and look at how well Mark understands Bridget.

You are my world

Bridget left Mark in the next morning after the christening, and the baby is the only connect them back together. So, when Jack let Mark believes the baby isn’t him, Mark just gave up. But when he found the reindeer jumper, it’s clearly that he hasn’t, can’t forget Bridget. And in the airport, he saw Tom with his adopted child. This is the moment he realizes why he can’t be like Tom? Is that really important if the baby is not his son? Because the important thing is he still love her. That’s why he came back to Bridget and ..

Just as I love you

“What if he’s not yours?” She is not finding the answer, she just wants to confirm it. This is not only about who is the father or how much he will love her son, but also about how much this person love her. Remember in BJD, she said I’m not willing to gamble my whole life on someone who’s not quite sure.I’m still looking for something more extraordinary than that.”,obviously Jack paused a moment too long when Mark answered her without any hesitation…It doesn’t matter at all. Jack said he loves her, but that love isn’t strong enough to love her son too. In the opposite, the love Mark for Bridget is strong and powerful for him to love her son. “Then I will love him anyway” .See the difference?

soldatbarnes  asked:

Does brunch with Chris Beck count as a prompt?

Hell yeah it does! (I can’t concentrate on revision so I wrote this quickly) also because I haven’t posted anything in absolutely ages!

Brunch and a Baby

Prompt: Does brunch with Chris Beck count as a prompt?

Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader

Word Count: 911

Warnings: Lots of fluff!

Originally posted by heidistylinson


“Chris!” You whine, shaking his shoulder vigorously. All he does is snort and roll over, his soft locks falling over his eyes.

He got back from a mission a week ago, it wasn’t too long, but it still makes him sleep in for ages. Sometimes you think he does it because he wants to cuddle you in bed longer, but not today.

“Doctor Christopher Beck! Wake up!” You yell, but with no anger behind it as he wraps his arm lazily around your waist, trying to pull you back down. You laugh, batting his chest.

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need you / sirius black

anon request. the end of this is heart wrenching and i apologize in advance for the needy, sad sirius. my heart hurts why did i do this to myself

word count// 1,713


Christmas Eve had arrived and traditions were commencing in your half blooded household. The house smelt strongly of freshly baked cookies mingled with the pine wafting off the tree that was brightly lit and beautifully decorated. Your Mother had charmed wooden spoons to mix batter together whilst pans or bowls washed themselves in the sink and you couldn’t help but laugh when a spoon nearly hit your Muggle Father in the head as it flew to the soapy water to be washed. You watched with admiration as your Dad grabbed your Mom from behind and began to dance to Winter Wonderland, twirling and dipping her while she pretended to be annoyed, but you saw the pink in her cheeks and the budding smile.

The angelic sound of your mother’s giggles drifted into the living room where you were curled up on the sofa, a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you like a cocoon. The sight of your dad dipping her made your thoughts drift to your boyfriend, Sirius Black, whom you had been dating for a little over a year. His relationship with his parents didn’t come close to the bond you had with yours and merely thinking about the glum look on his face as he parted from you at the train station made tears gather in your eyes.. You curled the blanket tighter around yourself and rested your chin on your kneecaps, wanting nothing more than for Sirius to spend Christmas with you rather than in the cold Black household.

In bounded your father, flour in his hair and a gentle smile on his face. He sat beside you and brought you into his chest as if he knew what was bothering you. His head rested atop yours and you smiled ever so slightly at the feeling of being a little girl came over you again. “Why the long face, squirt?” He asked and a genuine smile formed on your face at the old nickname that he resurfaced.

Your head lifted from his shoulder, chest heaving as you sighed. “I’m just upset that I’m spending Christmas with family and Sirius is probably alone.”

“Ah,” He hummed knowingly and raked his fingers through your y/h/c tresses. “His family isn’t the nicest, are they?”

With a mere shake of the head, you pulled your legs closer to your chest and stared sadly at the glowing tree across the room. The small bulbs of light began to blur until a tear plummeted down your cheek. Your dad squeezed you to him and wiped your tears like he had done so many years ago. You mustered up the most pitiful of smiles as you looked into his warm and welcoming y/d/e/c irises and whispered shakily, “I just want him here with me. I want him to be happy and I know he’s not right now.”

The room grew silent for a few moments, only the sound of your oblivious mother singing to carols from the kitchen filling the barren space.  Your heart was physically aching for Sirius and all you wanted was for him to be where he belonged. He belonged with you and he deserved to have a joyous Christmas like you knew Lily, Remus, and James were having.

“Why don’t you bring him here then?”

Glancing up at your father in surprise, your mouth gaped open a bit. “I can’t just show up to his house!” You exclaimed.

“Why can’t you?” He smiled down at you gently, his aging face appearing youthful and happy. “I want you to be happy, squirt, and if bringing him here will do that then we sure as hell will do it.”

Salty tears dried in an instant and a smile quirked your lips into a smile. You wrapped your arms around your father’s neck and felt like crying tears of joy. “Thank you, Dad. You have no idea how much this means to me,” You whispered against his shirt and tried to hold back more waterworks.

He rubbed your back soothingly and chortled. “Go get him, kiddo.”


Standing in front of 12 Grimmauld Place had your nerves on edge. The building seemed to loom over you threateningly and the street’s dim glow only added to the frightening aspect of it. You found yourself wringing your hands anxiously for you knew what lie on the other side of the home before you and your heart skipped a beat when your eyes landed on the window belonging to Sirius’ bedroom. Never faltering from his window, you scrounged up the courage to stalk up to the front door and knock thrice. 

It was silent on the opposite side of the door and you wondered if they were even awake. The thought was forgotten as soon as the ebony colored door flung open and revealed a very stern looking Walburga Black. Your blood ran cold at the sight of her displeasured expression and you could feel yourself sweating despite the impeccably cold night air. It wasn’t the first time you’d met Sirius’ mother and she did not like you dating her son one bit seeing as how you mucked up the pure blood ideology she had drilled into her brain. You, however, were there for one thing only and that was to save your boyfriend of the horrid household. 

“Y/L/N,” She practically spat, her face contorting as if the name left a bad taste in her mouth. “What are you doing here?”

Straightening your posture and wiping your clammy palms on your leggings discreetly, you tilted your chin up as confidently as you could muster in front of such an intimidating woman. “I’m here to see Sirius. May I co–”

“Absolutely not. I suggest you go back home right now,” She retorted snootily.

You frowned, but refused to leave until Sirius was with you. “Please, Mrs. Black. Can’t I see him just for a moment?”

“I realize that Sirius associates himself with mudbloods in his own time at Hogwarts and such, but I will not allow it under my watch and certainly not in my house!”

“I am not a-a… mudblood, Mrs. Black,” You replied calmly. “I’m a halfblood.”

Her lip curled in distaste and snorted as if you had told a joke. “I’m afraid that’s no better, Y/L/N, now if you would please stop wasting my time. I have–”

“Whose at the door? I thought I heard Y/N,” Sirius called from inside the house and you grew exceptionally giddy at the sound of his footsteps drawing near.

“No one, Sirius,” She barked and tried to close the dark wooded door in your face, but he stepped into your line of sight before she could.

The surprise on his face made you smile, but you could see the underlying fatigue and sadness. Sirius shoved past his fuming mother and pulled your shivering body into the house, shutting the door behind you. His arms wrapped around your quivering frame and you melted into him, his incredible warmth radiating off and onto you. His chin rested on top of your head and he found himself sighing contentedly after days of being utterly miserable. 

“Sirius Orion Black,” His mother growled. “She needs to leave this instant. I will not have this in my house.”

You felt Sirius tuck you tighter into his chest and you buried your face into his shirt, breathing in the woodsy scent of him mingled with faint cigarette smoke. “If she leaves, I leave,” He spat bitterly.

“I assume you’ll be leaving then,” She said in the most tranquil tone of voice you had heard yet. 

“Gladly,” He growled and with a swish of Walburga Black’s wand, a bag of his things landed beside them.

Despite knowing how horrible his family was, you couldn’t help but feel a grief deep within you that he was leaving because of you. The Black lineage was certainly not the best, but they were still his flesh and blood. Therefore when Sirius tangled his fingers with yours and pulled you out into the snowy night, your heart sank a bit lower when his mother shouted out five more poisonous words before the door slammed shut. 

‘Don’t bother ever coming back.’

It was silent outside 12 Grimmauld Place. Snow drifted from the sky peacefully as if a storm hadn’t just brewed on the very same street. Fingers still intertwined with Sirius’, you looked up at him to see he was already looking down at you. The white flecks of snow landed in his dark hair and his heavy pants of air came out in clouds of fog and he looked ethereal. His cheeks were warm to the touch and with your free hand you cupped one of them, stroking the rosy skin delicately. Sirius despised his family, but you saw the tiny bit of sadness seeping through because the bond that family had was supposed to be forever. 

The bond between him and the Black’s had been broken for a very long time. 

“Are you okay, my love?” You whispered lowly, almost inaudible. 

His palms landed on your hips and he tilted his head further into your hand that laid on his cheek. “Of course I am,” He muttered and trained his attention on the snowflakes gathering in your hair. “I-I…”

A tear fell onto his cheek, landing near the spot your hand rested on his face. You kissed it away gingerly and heard Sirius whimper before more tears followed. Without a second thought, your arms wrapped around his neck and his went to your waist, crushing you into him.

“I know, love,” You hummed into his ear and raked your digits into his hair lightly. “It’s okay. I’m here, always.”

“Need you,” Sirius croaked in your neck. His voice shook and tears dripped onto your skin. “I love you so much, baby.”

You swore you could hear your heart crack even further. 

“I’m here, my love,” You repeated softly and kissed just under his ear. “I love you too, Sirius. More than you’ll ever know.”

Snow continued to fall as you cradled the boy you loved in your arms. You held him in the middle of a sidewalk on Christmas Eve and you’d continue to hold him and love him unconditionally until the end of time. Sirius Black deserved just that and more. 

Purely Platonic

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader
Request: I’m so happy requests  are open again. I would like one where Bucky gets jealous of Steve and the  reader because they are kinda “flirting” even though the reader  really likes Bucky and Steve is like a brother to her. Sorry if it was confusing.- @masevaldez
Warnings: Jealousy + Swearing
A/N: Happy Valentines day everybody! Sorry I’ve gotten so shit at posting again, but I’m really trying I promise! Anyway, I’m making a start on the requests you guys have sent me so look out for those! Anyway, I’d love to know what you guys thought so feel free to shoot me a message, anytime! 
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Being an Avenger meant friendships were far and in-between. If it wasn’t another member of the team, then it was hard to maintain any kind of relationship. However, there was one exception to this rule. You. You and Steve had become close friends after moving into the same apartment building, and since then had become practically inseparable. Most people, at first sight, believed you two to be a couple, an idea that you both found utterly hilarious. There had never been anything remotely romantic about your relationship, with you both treating each other more like siblings than anything. In all actuality, you had more of a thing for his best friend, the supposed Winter Soldier. Steve teased you about this fact relentlessly, trying to nudge you towards Bucky every opportunity he got.

“I don’t get why you won’t just tell him how you feel!” Steve implored, taking a swig from his beer bottle as he slouched back into the couch.

“Says you!” You scoffed in response, nudging him in the leg with your bare foot, “Aren’t you the self-proclaimed authority of waiting too long?”

Groaning, Steve let his head fall back against the cushions, shaking his head as you laughed beside him. “Well then, learn from my mistakes.” He smirked, tipping his bottle in your direction as you rolled your eyes.

“You gonna go all Captain America on me?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow as you downed the last of your beer, “Cus I could really do without the rousing speech.”

“Ha ha, very funny, and no. I’ll let you off for tonight, but remember, we’ve got a team fundraiser next week and I’m sure Bucky would love to take you as his plus one.” He smirked, chuckling as you hit him in the face with a pillow. “Okay okay, I get it! I’m dropping it!”


You and Bucky had a strange kind of friendship. There was always this constant tension when the two of you were together. Like you were both teetering on the edge of something more, but too afraid to take the leap. At times, you felt like jumping in, throwing caution to the wind and just laying all your feelings on the line. But then, your doubts would resurface. What if he wasn’t interested in you like that? What if he did and then it didn’t work out between the two of you? How would that affect your friendship with both Bucky and Steve? You just didn’t know whether it was worth the risks. Steve insisted that A. Bucky did see you as more than friends, and that B. No matter what happened between you and Bucky, nothing could affect the friendship the two of you had.

The night of the fundraising gala came, forcing you to squeeze yourself into one of your fancier dresses. You hated events like these. You’d always arrive at these things with Steve by your side, only for him to be snatched up and waltzed around like a prized pony. After exactly that happened, you found yourself sat at the bar, sipping at one of the fancy cocktails that Stark always served at these things.

“Y/N…” A voice spoke from behind you, causing you to swivel in your seat before a wide smile broke out on your face.

“Bucky!” You grinned, moving to your feet to press a kiss against his stubbled cheek.

“Hey Doll, you look… amazing…” He murmured, pulling back slightly to let his eyes trail up and down your figure as his hand rubbed at the back of his neck. 

“You’re not looking too bad yourself, Barnes. Who knew you scrubbed up so good.” You smiled, slipping your fingers under the lapels of his jacket as he smiled down at you fondly.

“Hey Buck! How’re you two enjoying the party?” Steve’s voice suddenly sounded, causing you and Bucky to jump back from one another.

“Stevie!” You grinned, tucking yourself under your best friend’s arm. “You finally made it away from the vultures?”

“Yep! I managed to sneak away, wanted to see how my best girl was doing.” He grinned down at you, not noticing the way Bucky’s jaw clenched at the words. “So, how’s it going?”

“Same as usual, bunch of stuck up business men and politicians trying to find out dirty secrets about the team.” You huffed, eyes flickering over to Bucky as he turned away with a frown. “What about you Buck? Liking it so far?” 

“Hmm? What, oh yeah, sure…” He grunted, signalling the bartender for another drink, eyes trained everywhere but the two of you.

Frowning, Steve just shook his head slightly, confused momentarily by his friend’s sudden mood change. When he realised just why his friend was now downing a scotch like it was his lifeline. Trying to hide the smirk that tugged at his lips, Steve squeezed you slightly closer to his side. “So, Doll…” He murmured, hand moving to grip your hip. “How about, we get out of here? Do something just the two of us…” He smirked down at you, trying to smother the laugh that bubbled due to your puzzled expression.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Bucky huffed out, barely loud enough for you to hear as he threw back yet another drink.

“What’s up Bucky?” Steve asked, making a show of dropping a kiss to the top of your head. Grinning as Bucky’s knuckles turned white around his glass.

“Nothing.” Bucky practically growled, eyes glaring down at the bar as he twirled the now empty glass around in his hand.

“If you say so. So, Y/N, you want to get out of here. Or would you do me the honour of a dance first?” Steve asked, threading his fingers with yours as you continued to look at him like he’d grown a second head.

“Really? You’re really gonna do this shit?” Bucky exclaimed, moving from his seat with a loud screech. “You’re gonna preach like the two of you are ‘just friends’, and that you’re basically siblings. Insisting that there’s nothing going on, when you know damn well how I feel!”

Smiling like the cat that got the cream, Steve unwrapped his arm from around you, shoving you gently in Bucky’s direction as you stood dumbfounded. Had Bucky just gone halfway to admitting some kind of feelings for you? “Buck?” You whispered, mouth gaping slightly as Bucky stood, chest heaving, in front of you.

“Shit.” He muttered, hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll leave you two to talk.” Steve murmured, clapping Bucky on the shoulder as he walked away, triumphant smile on his lips. All he could think was that hopefully the two of you would finally get your heads out of your asses and admit your feelings for one another.

“We need to talk, somewhere quiet…” You murmured, quickly grabbing Bucky by the arm and tugging him out of the crowded room.


“Bucky!” You called up the stairs, trying to rouse the super soldier from the deep slumber he tended to slip into. Sighing when you got no response, you headed back to the kitchen. Plating up the pancakes and bacon, you hummed along to the song that blared out of the speakers. 

“Hey baby.” Bucky’s voice murmured in your ear, strong arms wrapping around your mid-section as he dropped soft kisses to your neck and jaw. “How’re my girls doing today?” He hummed, dropping his hand to caress your swollen stomach as he smiled against the skin of your neck. 

“We’re good baby.” You murmured, hand resting atop of his as you tilted your head. “You need to quit worrying so much.”

“I know, I just love you both too damn much, I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.” He mumbled, burying his face in your neck as you gently caressed his hair.

“Well, I think both me and our baby girl will be just fine. She has the most protective father and godfather to look after her. And I know neither of you would ever let anything happen to us.” You smiled, turning in Bucky’s arms to press a kiss to his lips, not being able to stop the smile that pulled at your lips. “I love you so much…” 
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Richonne Moving Forward: Michonne to Andre

My dear baby boy…

It’s been a while since we talked. Mommy’s sorry, she’s been busy. I hope they’re taking good care of you…

Originally posted by guesswhoseitis

It’s been almost three years now and even now, I experience loss. As much as I tried, I grew to care about people again and in the process I have watched the ones I care for the most senselessly lose their lives to both the living and even now, strangely, the dead…

Originally posted by xneganslucillex

Andre… I’ve found someone, baby… after your father, I did not think it was possible, but slowly and all at once I fell in love with a man I once threatened never to touch me… a man who considered sacrificing me for the lives of his people… a man who has given everything to protect his children, to protect his family, his community, to protect me…

Originally posted by beckybadlasslynch

Andre, baby, I miss you every day… I thank God that I was granted the opportunity to be your mother and that he has provided me with the opportunity to be one to two children who I love as I love you still.

Originally posted by scandamonium

Rick! I never told you his name… Rick… he’s a good man. Flawed, yet this world has exposed us both to each other in a way that only amplifies my love. I’ve seen the best aspects of what a man will do not just to survive, but ensure the survival of those he loves. To build a life, a new world for those of us left behind…

Originally posted by godlaughingwhilstyoumakeplans

Andre, I wish you were here… I wish you could meet your brother and sister, I wish you could meet…

My sweet baby boy, go rest… it’s late, don’t let mommy’s words keep you up. There’s so much to tell you, but I just wanted to make sure you knew I loved you and I was thinking about you. I always think about you.

I’ve found the answer, now rest, my beautiful son. I’ll see you eventually and we’ll cuddle like we used to.

Mommy loves you.


gifs by @twdeader and @guesswhoseitis 

How long have you been standing there? // SHAWN MENDES

This is in honor of my account hitting 100 followers :) 

“YOU CAN’T WALK THE STREETS AT NIGHT” I sang, or more like screamed, as I danced around the kitchen in an over sized shirt that may or may not have once been Shawn’s and a pair of shorts. 

It was a lazy Sunday and Shawn was at the studio finishing some last minute touches before his first song from his new album was released tonight. To celebrate I decided to make him some celebratory chocolate chip muffins. I was about halfway through of putting the mixture into the muffin tins when Show You came on shuffle. 

“No I’m not, No I’m not, they tryna tell me that I” I sing in a low pitched voice trying to replicate Shawn’s voice. I nod my head to the beat, pausing with the mixture to lean over and turn the music up on my phone. 

“DO i gotta SHOW YOU, GUESS I gotta SHOW YOU,” I laugh, batter missing the tin from my hand moving as I danced. 

“Oh gotta sing this bit,” I say more to myself. I freeze facing the window as I quickly sing along to the fast paced verse. 

 “Do i really gotta show you now? Really, really, really gotta show you now?”

I turn to face the other side dramatically, unable to keep a smile at bay at my weird dancing, something I wouldn’t be doing if I knew anyone could see me.

“DO I really gotta spell it out? I-T I SPELLED IT OUT” I laugh beginning to dance more. “If you really want to see me now watch me walk across the shit,” I stop, freezing as Shawn comes into view when I spun around. 

I awkwardly freeze, placing one hand on the counter, staring at the ground.

“How long have you been standing there?” I ask, looking up at him, brushing back the pieces of hair that fell out of my bun that were tickling my face. 

“Since the start of Show you,” he days smirking. “Love the dance moves baby,”

I jokingly glare at him, knowing he was just teasing. He was just as bad as a dancer as I was. We both seem to realise the music was still playing.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he motions for me to keep dancing. 

“Go back to work,” I say cheekily, rolling my eyes and turning to the mixture again.

“Can’t, you’d miss my company too much. That’s why you were listening to my voice, to hear me,” Shawn laughs as I scoff. 

“Don’t flatter your ego too much,” He walks up behind me, resting his chin on my left shoulder, his hands holding the bench either side of me. 

“I already have you to do that for me sweetie,” He chuckles kissing my cheek. He notices the precooked muffins. “You’re making me muffins?” he asks excitedly.

“They’re celebratory muffins for your song release tonight. I know you worked hard so I wanted to do something special for you.” I turn to meet his eyes before looking back to the mixture. “You came home earlier then expected though so they’re not cooked yet,”

“I knew I fell in love with you for a good reason,” Shawn says, nuzzling his face in my neck. 

“Mm, pretty sure there isn’t hundreds of other girls willing to bake for you,” I say sarcastically, feeling his throat vibrate with a chuckle. 

“I only want you though,” He right hand squeezes my hip gently. “But seriously, thank you so much for this Y/N, you didn’t have to bake for me. Having you here is good enough,” he kisses the corner of my mouth. I smirk at him.

“You’re welcome Shawn,” 

“I don’t know how I’m going to eat them all,” He says jokingly. 

“If you don’t want them I’ll give them to Jenny and the kids next door- I mean I’m sure they would love them-” he glares at me.

“Don’t you even think about it,”

Originally posted by mendesgif

Finn Bálor - Show You

Word count: 3,258

Fluff/Smut

Enjoy

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Originally posted by sensualkisses

Finn and I had been dating for a little over a year now. We met in a pub where I was getting pissed out of my mind, trying to forget seeing my boyfriend in bed with another girl making me look like a complete fool. He was so sweet that night trying to making me feel better. He decided to show off a bit tossing pieces of peanuts into the air and catching them in his mouth. He failed miserably with most of them landing on the bridge of his nose and one on his eye. I remember giggling and finding his big smile extremely attractive. It was one of my favorite features of him.

He brought me to his flat that night. The next morning when I woke up I was dazed out of my mind and couldn’t remember how I got into this strangers house. He brought me home that day. I notice later on that I had his number saved in my phone. Finn. His name was Finn.

Before I knew it we were making plans to meet up again. And again.. and again….. and again. I can’t help but smile at the memory of me accidentally butt dialing him. He later said it was because I had a fat arse.

The problem early on in our relationship was that I lived about forty minutes away from where he did, so when our relationship got more serious we decided to move in together. Due to this we began bickering frequently. Over petty things you might think.

Last week we got into an argument when I went to make coffee and saw him drink straight from the milk cart. I made a fuss saying that other people being me drank that milk too, to which he reciprocated with ‘we swap fluids all de time, whats yer point?’ It only added oxygen to a already blazing fire.

Other disagreements arose in our times in the flat, some worse than others. Like the time when he found it was a big deal that I spent the entire day out with my sister who was currently enrolled in UNI instead of staying home with him. Honestly he’s home all of the time while she’s always cramped up inside of a textbook. We spent two days without speaking over that.

Don’t get me wrong, our relationship is perfectly fine. It’s strong and he treats me better than I can be asked to be. We just have our moments like any other couple. Tonight was definitely one of them, I just couldn’t figure out what I’d done this time.

He left early this morning and we were on good terms. Now it was eleven eighteen and he’d stopped messaging me. I was beginning to get worried. Only wanting to know if he was okay. I lay on the sofa in the sitting room staring into the fireplace, phone in hand hoping to feel it vibrate. My eyes began feeling heavy after a while and I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

*** FINNS POV ***

I stumbled through the front door of my flat and escaped from the tight barrier of my boots. They made a loud thud sound upon contact with the wooden floor. I bent over towards the shoes and put my finger to my lips.

“Shhhh.” A hiccup escaped my intoxicated lips.

Ridding myself of the warm leather jacket I had on I made my way into the sitting room to find my girlfriend lying on the sofa sound asleep. Another hiccup. I tried holding my breath. Walking over to her I leaned beside her noticing her phone screen bright as day, hurting my eyes. They adjusted to the screen reading the small text:

Finn: I’ll be home soon, beautiful. ;) -9:24pm

Me: Do you want me to cook dinner? -9:43pm

Me: Finn?? -10:17pm

Me: Can you just tell me if you’re okay? -11:03pm

I felt like such an arse. My phone had died long ago but I should have still called. I went out with a few of my pals for a drink and it turned into a full on night out with the guys. Her eyelashes were spread apart and looked hard. Had she been crying? I let out a sigh and lifted her limp body from the sofa. Her phone fell to the carpet.

I carried her to our shared bedroom not bothering to turn on the light. Laying her on the bed I pulled the duvet over her chest and kissed her forehead. I honestly didn’t deserve her. Reaching over I grabbed a pillow from my side deciding it best to sleep on the sofa tonight.

***

I blinked a few times feeling the bed round me not remembering how I’d gotten here. The clock on the bedside table showed that it was still early in the night. My mouth had become unbearably dry and I sat up to go get some water.

My half asleep body walked through the flat and into the kitchen unaware of my surroundings. I poured myself a cup of water and drank a little before hearing someone snoring behind me. Turning round Finn stirred a bit in his sleep. Setting down the water my feet brought me over to the boy laying on the sofa. His arms were crossed over his chest. A photo of me he carries round in his wallet in his hand.

It’s funny almost. We were like a damn teenage couple. Doing little cheesy things that kids do in relationships. On the back of this particular picture I had written 'Yours’ meaning that I was his. I had one of him that had 'Mine’ on it.

A smile spread across my lips. I put a knee on either side of his waist and kissed the corner of his mouth. My hands wandering under his black t shirt feeling his defined torso. He hummed under my touch and I knew he had woken up.

“What are ye doing?” He chucked, eyes still closed.

I didn’t reply, instead continuing my exploration of his body. His beard tickled at my cheek as I moved to his neck licking a bold line up it before beginning to suck. I felt him squirm under me. His semi hard on pressing against me. I bit down on his skin lightly receiving a hiss from him.

“Baby.” He lifted to sit up on the sofa.

I tried for his shirt before he stopped me. His smile that I loved so much faded.

“I should have called.” He shook his head looking down in between us.

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” I pushed his hair back.

“But ya were so worried.. I made ya cry, baby I’m so sorry.” I hushed him, indulging him in a cuddly hug.

Finns head rested on top of my own, arms wrapped tightly round my smaller body. We sat like that for a few more moments before I’d become uncomfortable and squirmed in his hold. Once released I continued with my previous exploration of my beautiful boyfriends body.

I kissed his lips before trailing a wet line down to his clothed chest. I pulled at the hem of the tee. To my annoyance Finn stopped me once again, placing my arms at my side.

“No, baby. Tonight I’m gunna show ye how much I care about ya.” He paused to kiss my neck.

I let out a moan as he began to suck at the sensitive skin. In an instant my shirt was on the floor and so was his. I ran my finger along his defined abs, stopping to poke at the beauty marks on his right ab. Finn chuckled a little.

My eyes found his dark lust filled ones. I placed my hand over his heart and left it there for a brief moment. It raced under my touch. We never said it yet. It was something we didn’t find that needed to be said, but I knew exactly how he felt about me. And I feel the same way.

Finns hand found mine and he placed a delicate kiss to my lips. The kiss grew sloppier and I could feel him straining against his pants.

“Bedroom.” I managed to breath.

He wasted no time in lifting me off the sofa and carrying me into the dark room, my legs wrapped round his body. He set me down on the bed and turned on the light to see better. I was getting impatient, needing him to touch me.

He ridded me of my shorts, leaving me in just a bra and knickers. Kissing up the base of my thigh I felt him hum.

“So soft.”

I felt a finger move against my clothed heat. I let out a hiss and grabbed his neck as he began sucking at the skin of my thigh, sure to leave a trail of pink and purple marks.

“Moan my name, darlin’.” He bit down.

“F-Finn… Please.”

I needed him.

“Please what, princess?” He was killing me.

“Touch me.” It was barely audible but I know he heard.

Finn came up to look at me, a smirk on his face. His hand moved back and forth on my pussy. He leaned over to my ear.

“Touch you where, darlin’?” He whispered seductively.

“I don’t fucking care, Finn just touch me, please.”

That was enough for him to move his head back between my legs, ripping off my knickers. He licked a straight line up my folds.

“Holy fuck, princess. This wet and I’ve hardly touched you.” He moaned.

I pulled his head down with my hand. He knew I was getting impatient. His lips attached to my soaking core. His tongue flicked up and down my clit. My back arched up off the mattress. He moaned against my dripping pussy causing a burst of pleasure to rip through me. My lips parted but I couldn’t find the words to speak.

I fisted at the bed sheets arching my back with the pleasure bursting through my core. I felt Finns finger rub up and down my folds before inserting one and pumping in and out at a steady pace. I wouldn’t last long if he kept this up.

“F-Finn…” I whimpered.

He came up for air, his finger still pumping in and out of me.

“Tha’s right. Say ma’ name, baby girl.”

Another finger fell inside me without warning. He began curling them in a come hither motion, watching me wriggle beneath him. Finn dipped his head back down. My eyes rolled back and I arched my back off the mattress only for Finn to use his free arm to hold me down.

“Oh, f-f..”

My hands couldn’t seem to find a steady place to hold onto. The pleasure was too intense. He increased the pace and soon I was sent over the edge. He hummed against me in satisfaction, using his long fingers to ride out my orgasm.

My breathing was unsteady as Finn came to hover above me holding two digits over my lips.

“Suck.” He whispered hotly.

I did as I was told, taking his fingers in my mouth sucking my juices off. Finn enjoyed watching me do so as he hummed. I licked my lips. He lifted me off the bed and came behind my torso unhooking my bra. He slid it from my arms and tossed it to the floor. I watched as he admired the view in front of him.

He took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked at the nub. I moaned in appreciation. He caressed my breast in his large hands, squeezing it gently.

“I need you.”

“Patience, baby.”

Finn left a trail of kisses up my neck, taking my earlobe between his teeth. I rolled my hips up desperate for contact. Finn held me down. I pulled at his hair trying to get his attention. He wasn’t budging. He kept kissing down my neck and torso leaving love bites.

“Cha’ need, baby?”

“You inside me.” I spoke barely above a whisper.

He heard me. The bed squeaked as he climbed from on top of me and over to the bedside table and pulled put a condom.

“Ye gunna help me?”

I blushed and climbed over to where he stood, unbuckling his jeans and pushing them down his shaved legs. His semi hard on was straining in his briefs. I licked my lips upon seeing the precome stain already forming. I bit my lip gazing up to see Finn staring contently down at me.

My index fingers hooked into the top of his briefs edging them down. His length slipped out hitting his stomach. I gasped. His size always shocked me. I took it in my hand and stroked it a few times before taking it in my mouth whole. Finn hissed at my brave actions. I pumped what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.

“Just like tha’, baby girl.” Finn hissed.

He pushed himself further hitting the back of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut. My hands twisted round his length and I felt him begin to twitch inside my mouth. Before I could finish he pulled out and came onto my bare chest, his warm load dripping down my breast. Finn groaned throwing his head back in pleasure.

Finn scooped some of the white liquid onto his finger and held it up to my mouth. I complied sucking off the saltiness. Finns chest was rising and falling heavily as he reached to the floor for a shirt to clean the sticky wetness off my breast.

“C'mere.” Finn helped me off of the floor, “Was tha’ okay?” I nodded.

His lips made contact with mine. He didn’t ask for permission as his tongue mingled with mine. My fingers tangled with the strands at the back of his head, tugging them. He moaned at the sensation. Pulling apart he ripped open the condom with his teeth sliding it on and throwing the piece of tin in the bin.

Finn guided us back to the bed. He laid us on the pillows and positioned himself at my entrance. He stroked himself up and down my folds a few times.

“Ya ready, babe?” I shook my head.

Slowly he pushed himself in. I gasped trying to adjust to his size. Finn brought his forehead down to mine, looking me in the eyes. His hips rolled forward at a slow steady pace. My low moans filled the otherwise quiet bedroom.

“F-fuck baby yer so t-tight.” Finn moaned.

The bed squeaked with each thrust. Finn placed a hand on the headboard for balance and the other held onto my hip. I wrapped my legs round his waist desperate for more contact. He pulled out and then back in hitting my spot.

“F-Finn! Right there!” I gushed.

My eyes fluttered closed and I lifted my hips to meet his. Finn kissed the side of my eye and I opened them again. His lips made contact with my neck, sucking at the already bruised skin. I could feel the knot in my stomach forming and my walls started to clench round Finn. I started to squirm round in his tight embrace trying to hold on a little longer.

“I know, baby. Come for me.”

Only when I felt Finns movements becoming sloppier I let go, screaming out Finns name along with a few profanities. He rode out my orgasm before hitting his own, burying his face into my neck swearing and groaning.

***

I woke up lying atop of Finn, his arms wrapped round my middle half. We were still completely naked. It was nearly morning and I knew he would sleep in but I needed a shower, I felt so icky. I pushed the duvet away and wriggled out of Finns strong grasp. He seemed displeased with my disappearance but quickly went back to his light snoring.

I patted my way along to the loo and quietly shut the door behind me, careful not to wake Finn. I turned the shower on and immediately stepped in and let the water trickle down my sweaty body.

I hadn’t heard the door open I was so engulfed by the steamy water. I jumped when a pair of hands wrapped ever so slowly round my waist.

“Good mornin’, darlin’.” Finns raspy voice spoke.

I spun round to face him met by a groggy smile. God he was amazingly beautiful. My fingers traced down the beauty marks next to his right abs. I loved these simple marks on his body.

Finn lifted my chin placing a delicate kiss upon my lips, his tongue brushing against my bottom lip asking for entrance. I parted my lips, our tongues fighting for dominance. Finn broke the kiss, brushing my hair behind my back and admiring the love bites from our previous actions that night. He peppered light kisses over them, gently sucking. I tangled my fingers in his lengthy hair as he began to move lower until he bowed before me.

His finger brushed up my folds separating them. He attached his lips, flicking his tongue in figure eight motions against my clit. I felt like my legs were going to fall from under me.

“Fuck, Finn. I need you’re fingers.” I moaned.

I didn’t know if he could hear my please over the sound of the rushing water until moments later two digits pounded into me. Finn hummed against my throbbing core. I hissed as he brought the nub between his teeth before releasing it and stopping all motions completely. He licked his lips savouring the taste and came back up to his full height which wasn’t much taller than me.

“Jump.”

I did as I was told. My legs wrapped round Finns waist. Finn caught hold of my arse and pinned me up against the cool tile wall. He wasted no time in slamming into me.

“Shit, yes Finn. Just like that.” I cried out.

My nails dug into his back leaving a trail of red marks. I looked down to see where Finn and I were connected, him pounding into me fiercely. He never touched me like this before. It was always slow love making.

Finns thrusts became sloppier and I knew he was close. I smiled touching our foreheads together. I hadn’t even noticed my orgasm approaching I was so focused on his. My head fell forward and I screamed out in pleasure. He pulled out just before the warm white liquid spewed from his sensitive pink tip and ran down the drain. Our breathing was still shaky as we stood holding each other.

“I love you.” I barely heard Finns words over the shower head.

I stood in shock. We’d never said it before. I closed my eyes and lay my head on his chest. He said it. My lips make contact with his atoms apple, sucking the bulge in his neck.

“I love you.”

Requested: No

Pairing: Kit Walker X Reader
Warning: Cursing, v v fluffy

a/n: Kit Walker imagine where Kit gets into a fight and the reader becomes afraid of him, resulting in a sad and crying Kit.

(I changed it up a bit from the gif just so it’d be cute lolol)

(I tried to make this as fluffy as possible but I’m pretty sure it sucks ass)

“Kit, just leave it please..” You whispered into your husband’s ear, stepping in between him and the incredibly built man that was supposedly looking you up.

You and Kit went for a night out at the bar, and things quite frankly didn’t go as planned.

“No, Y/N. Not until this asshole admits he was checking you out.“ He said, anger very evident in his tone. Kit was always the jealous type. He isn’t fond of the idea that other men can see you the way he does, or make you laugh like he can. He absolutely hates it. He would get upset at the smallest of things. He’d even get over protective if you shook another man’s hand! So when he looked over from a secluded table in the corner you were both sitting at, and saw that the man you were currently talking to looked down your low cut dress as you asked the bartender for two drinks, he became enraged.


The buff man took another step forward, gently grabbing your waist, “Who are you calling asshole? I’m pretty sure this lovely gal doesn’t mind.” He winked, and slid his hand down from your waist to your butt, squeezing it roughly. You scoffed in disgust and tried escaping the man’s grip, causing him to only hold you tighter.

And that’s when Kit snapped. He grabbed you and pulled you behind him as he threw a mean right hook at the man’s jaw, causing him to tumble to the ground. Kit got on top of him and started swinging his fists like a mad man. You watched with terrified eyes as two random men pulled Kit away from the bloodied and beaten man.

Kit spit on him as he got up, “Touch my girl again and you’ll be dead, man. I can promise you that.”

Kit shrugged off the two men and went to go reach for your hand, but you flinched away. You were absolutely terrified. You had never seen him so angry. You had never dealt with anger very well.

Kit’s eyes flashed a look of hurt and realization before grabbing you softly by your waist, ignoring the way you shrunk back as he did and led you out to the car.

The ride home was completely silent and filled with tension.


Once the car stopped, Kit immediately booked it into the house. You wore a confused expression as you entered the house minutes later.

You removed your shoes and got ready for bed, changing into one of Kit’s shirts. You entered the bedroom after brushing your teeth to see Kit grabbing a pillow and a blanket from the closet.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, retreating to your side of the bed.

“Sleeping on the couch..” He mumbled as if it were obvious.

You rolled your eyes, “Kit, don’t be ridiculous, get in bed.”

Kit didn’t argue as he slipped into bed, not uttering a single word as he drifted off to sleep. You turned out the lights and got into bed. You became confused as to why you didn’t feel Kit’s body warmth radiating off of him, until you realized that he was sleeping at the very edge of the bed, farthest from you.

You frowned at this and bent over to kiss his cheek goodnight; as you couldn’t go to sleep without showing him affection, wether he was awake or not. But as you bent over to kiss him, you heard a small sniffle. And that’s when you realized,


He was crying.


Your face fell as you scooted over to lamp and turned it on, before crawling over to Kit. You rubbed his arm lightly, a placed a gentle kiss on his bare shoulder.

“Kit, baby.. look at me.” You said softly.
Kit turned around to face you, his red, glossy eyes meeting yours. You sat the both of you up, before straddling Kit and bringing his head into the crook of your neck, causing him to wrap his strong, muscular arms around your body.

“I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t have reacted like that.” He cried, his body shaking as you wrapped your arms around him.
“It’s alright darling.” You whispered, nuzzling your face into him.

“It’s just that when I saw him make you laugh like that, and look at you like that, I just..” He pulled away, his grip getting tighter on your waist. You watched as his adam’s apple bobbed and his eyes grew dark. “I couldn’t help it.”

But then, you saw the anger diminish from his eyes, and was soon replaced by hurt and sadness.

“But when you flinched away from me like that.. God, Y/N..” He squeezed his eyes shut as more tears fell, and rested his head against your shoulder, “It hurt me so much. So much more than you think. To have the person you love the most be afraid of you, is the worst feeling of them all. I thought you were gonna leave me because of it.. The look on your face just keeps replaying in my head and I hate myself for it.” He sobbed.

You felt your heart swell as your grip tightened on the crying boy. You felt horrible for making him feel like that, despite his actions.

“I’m sorry baby, I could never be afraid of you. You mean the world to me, darling, and I’d never leave you.” You said, kissing his temple.
You felt his body relax at your words. He then laid you both down so you were cuddling each other.

“I love you, Y/N. So much baby.” He said, putting his head farther into your neck.

You smiled sweetly and gave him a gentle kiss.

“I love you too, Kit. So much more.”

Drunk and Missing You//G.D

Requested: Yes 

By: Anonymous 

Request:  Hey, i love your imagines! Can you do an imagine for Grayson where y/n is in Australia for a week and drunk Gray is calling her cuz he misses her a lot. Thanks <3

a/n: i love this, im so ready to write this. and of course its so late im sorry babe

Warnings: none maybe a little aching in your heart 

Boy: Grayson Dolan 

Word Count: 505 words 


Having to go to a wedding in Australia was a dream come true. You’ve always wanted to go, it was on your bucket list. You could finally cross it off.

Grayson was the only thing missing. He wasn’t able to come since you hardly knew the person getting married. It was someone your mother knew. 

You missed him dearly. You had trouble sleeping without him beside you. You were so used to his body heat, his snores, and the protecting grasp his arms held. 

The hotel bed was cold, lonely, missing him. The bed felt bigger without your boyfriend sleeping beside you. 

Grayson was a mess. He never felt this way about a girl before. You are his everything. When you had told him about this he understood completely, but inside he was screaming, don’t go, please don’t leave me. 

You’ve only been gone 3 days out of the seven, and you guys could hardly talk because of the time zones. You were fast asleep when he was just waking up. 

He felt the same. He had trouble sleeping without you. He was used to hearing the short quiet breaths that would escape between your lips every so often, he missed your smaller frame up against his chest, legs tangled together. The soft skin of your tummy against his arms. He missed you. Your voice, your kisses, your hugs. 

And soon he started to drink to block out the pain of missing you. One drink turned into two….three…four…five…six…seven, if he was feeling it. He throw up, go to bed, and repeat the next day. 

He just wanted to let go. To forget you were gone. He knew you’d be home in a few days, but he didn’t want the aching of his heart to go on. He needed to escape. 

Today was the worst. He drank more than he should of. It was about 11pm and he watched with blurry eyes as his thumb hovered over your contact name. Call her. 

And he did. He waited as the ringing seemed to go on forever. It stopped shortly as a small “hello” came through the phone. 

He sighed loudly, tears falling instantly, sobs taking over. He was a mess.

“Gray, babe, calm down, what’s wrong.” Your soft calming voice fills his ears. 

“I miss you..” He slurs sadly. 

“Are you drunk?’ You ask concerned. 

“Yeah.” His voice cracks making your heart shatter. 

“Grayson why?” 

“I needed to escape, you’re not here and my heart hurts, I just needed to block out the pain. I need you. 

Grayson baby, I’m coming home. I’m booking a flight right now.” You state. 

“No! I’m fine. Enjoy the rest of the days there.” He says his words laced with sadness. His head screaming I need you, I need you, I need you. 

“I’ll be home in 14 hours babe, hold tight, sober up. I love you so fucking much Grayson.” 

“I love you so much more baby girl.” 

His snores fill your ears as you whisper a quiet “I love you most”. 


I listened to Run to You by Lea Michele (its off her new album that coming out soon) this whole time. Probably why it’s a little tear jerking. Also probably my fav imagine written so far. Thanks babes. I hope you enjoyed this one

“It wasn’t just one person that you ruined, but three”-JA

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

Note: I know this is the first time in a long time since I’ve posted and I’m really sorry. But my GCSE’s start next week and I’m kins freaking out. Also I know i have Dan Howell and Phil Lester requests to do, but please bear with me. I was also having Jeff feels and wanted to write this, hope you like it!!

Imagine: When finding out what really happend the night of the crash, you end up losing control and telling everyone yours and Jeff’s newest and happiest secret

Pairing: Jeff x Reader

Word Count: 1979

Warning: lots of talk about Jeffs death and the car accident

“Y/N, it was the first day that you walked into school without him by your side. That’s when it really it me, the true consequences of that night. You see I thought Sheri had called the police, I thought that it was all alright and sorted, I thought everything was OK. But what I didn’t think about is the loss you have suffered, and that will stay with me for the rest of my life. Well, I guess, my short life.” Hannah’s voice echoed through your ears

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A-Z Pregnancy for Barry Allen

BARRY ALLEN:
A= Aftercare After Birth

Barry knew through that carrying your half meta human offspring was quite the toll on you. You’d do it all over again though in a heartbeat. You slept for a long time, almost 12 straight hours. To be fair, it was a 4 hour labor. Barry didn’t object as he spent the whole time with the baby. After you woke up he treated you like you were glass. Helping you walk making sure nothing happened. 

B= Baby

The baby was a good mixture of you two. They had Barry’s eyes and thick, full lashes. They had your nose, his mouth. You claimed that the baby looked more like Barry than they did you, Barry says the baby looks just like you more than it does him. Either was they were the cutest baby anybody in Central City had laid eyes on. 

C= Care Taking

Barry’s favorite thing was taking care of the baby. Even diaper duty. He always did it with a smile. Even if it was late at night and you hear the familiar cry of your baby he’d speed out of the room and took care of it. His favorite thing was laying the baby on his chest. He hated to be away when he had to protect the city however. 

D= Delivery

Delivery of a baby half meta human is the worst. The whole pregnancy was tough considering that the baby had picked up his appetite. You were constantly overeating. But the moment your water broke you were at the hospital. Barry held your hand the entire time though. He never left and despite almost breaking his hand, he was okay. He whispered encouraging words from the moment you were told to push to the shrill cry of your newborn baby.

E= Emergencies

You had been passing out a lot lately. Just collapsing and finally Barry insisted you go to Caitlin and Julian. They explained that the baby was taking all the food and that you could be having an at risk pregnancy. Eventually you got your diet settled out and got to be healthy again. 

F= Falling

You were pregnant how were you suppose to watch where you were going?! It was hard enough with swollen limbs to walk. Barry always seemed to speed over and catch you before you could make contact with the dangerous floor. You couldn’t complain. 

G= Gender (s)

Your first baby was a little boy. You later had another little girl when your boy was about three. You had twins after them. One girl and one boy. 

H= Hair Color

All of them have Barry’s brown hair….all of them. 

I= Illness

Like aforementioned, the babies all picked up Barry’s appetite in the womb. Mostly taking the food you had taken in. So once yo figured out just the right portion sizes, the rest of the pregnancy was a breeze, but before you were so frail from lack of food. 

J= Jumping

When you were in labor Barry was jumping with excitement. He was so ready to be a dad. He jumped the moment you told him you were pregnant, the first time he heard they’re heartbeat. Jumpy man. 

K= Keeping the Baby?

Of course!

L= Love

Barry’s love for your bump and baby(ies) was so huge. He was there for almost everything (he is a superhero remember) but he was there for everything he had control over. He was one of the best fathers ever. And with advice from Joe he was even better than perfect. 

M= Movement

Barry loved to feel the baby kicking. He loved to poke your bump with a vibrating finger, because they always kicked back in response. Despite some annoyance when it was late at night and he woke you up with a poke and a childish giggle. 

N= Normal Cravings

With your boy you craved Chinese food. With your girl you craved blueberries and strawberries. But with your twins you craved ice cream. 

O= On Time

All your kids were on time…except for the twins. The twins were two weeks late and you had to be induced. Not fun at all. 

P= Pain

Barry hated every delivery, he almost lost you every time. You would scream even with an epidural. He let you clutch his hand as tight as you needed. 

Q= Questions

“What does breastfeeding feel like?”
“What does the baby kicking feel like?”

“When are they going to get here?!”

R= Resting

You took a lot of naps. Normally you were curled into Barry’s side with half eaten food on your lap. Barry had pictures of you. 

S= Singing to the Baby

Barry sings sweet sings like “Apple of my eye.” “My sunshine” and “Light” by Sleeping at Last. And you cry every time because it’s just so beautiful and cute. 

T= Talking to the Baby

“Hello belly baby! It’s daddy here! You get bigger every day you know that…don’t grow too fast on me baby…daddy loves you so much…you look like your mom but she says you look just like me…I say you’re lucky either away. I love you so much little one. I’m going to make sure you’re always safe.”

U= Underneath the Man/Womans Heart

Barry likes to rest his head on your bump. He claims to hear the baby’s heartbeat but you know it’s a lie. 

V= Vision as in Supervision

You both keep your kids under close supervision. You make sure not to hover but sometimes it just happens. 

W= When the Baby is Born

The whole house is baby proofed and you have a welcoming committee waiting for you when you come too. Everyone is congratulating you and arguing over the title of god parent and who gets to hold them. You both simply shake your head and continue giving your attention to the baby. 

X= Xray or Ultrasound

Barry cried at almost ultrasounds. He just couldn’t believe it was happening. 

Y= Yawning

Barry loves when the baby yawns. When they’re beautiful eyes crack open as their little body rises. It makes him giggle at their cuteness.

Z= ZZZ

You and Barry both worship any time you get to sleep. You both take shifts.