i want to be carried by you

My Babygirl-Part Six

My Babygirl Masterlist

Originally posted by cheerfulsammy

Dean lightly hit Sam on the arm when he saw your mom walking over to them; you were holding her hand and toddling behind her. You were currently going through a phase where you always wanted to walk and if anyone tried to carry you, you’d throw a fit.

Unless Dean was the one carrying you; you were always happy in your dad’s arms.

You looked up and let go of your mother’s hand when you saw your father standing there. You bolted over to him where he happily picked you up and placed a kiss on your cheek, “Hey babygirl, you have a fun trip with Mommy?”

You nodded your head before wrapping your arms around Dean’s neck in an embrace, “Missed you Daddy.”

Dean rubbed your back, “I missed you too babygirl. Why don’t you go say hi to Uncle Sammy while I talk to Mommy.” Dean said as he handed you over to Sam who happily accepted you.

“We gotta talk.” Your mom said as she sent Sam a forced smile. Dean nodded his head, he was worried that your mom might try this, to take you away, but he wasn’t going to let it happen.

He wasn’t going to lose you.

“Look, I know what you’re gonna say.” Dean started as your mom and him stepped away from you, “And I get it. I was just as pissed, even more pissed, then you were when those demons showed up. They’re gone though and I promise nothing will ever come back.”

“Dean, you promised that before and look what happened.” Your mom responded sadly. “I know you’re a great father and I know that you love Y/N with all your heart. She loves you just as much, it’s just-”

“It’s just what Y/M/N? You can’t take my daughter away from me. I won’t let you.” Dean said strongly.

“You can’t do anything about it Dean.” Your mom responded coldly, “Dean Winchester is dead according to the law.”

Dean stared at your mom with wide eyes, “You aren’t-you aren’t serious are you?”

“I’m sorry Dean but, it’s what’s best for Y/N.” Y/M/N replied.

“What’s best for Y/N is to be around her dad.”

“What’s best for Y/N is to grow up not worrying if a monster is going to jump out of her closet and take her because of who her father is.” Your mom said with venom in her voice.

Dean shook his head, “I’m not leaving town. I won’t. I’m not leaving her.”


“No. I’m not leaving. Please just-just sleep on it, give me a week. Let me show you how safe it’s going to be here now. Nothing can get her here.” Dean begged.

Letting out a sigh your mom took a moment to think before nodding her head. “Fine.”

“Fine? Okay? Okay. I promise Y/M/N everything is going to be fine. Tomorrow after work I’ll swing by and show you everything we’ve done to protect the house.” Dean said with a smile.

“Sounds good Dean. Y/N and I have to go. Being out of town for a week, lots to catch up on.” Your mom said in an almost nervous tone.

“Right, um tomorrow after I show you everything I’ll take her, let you catch up on things. Sound good?” Dean asked, happily about spending time with his little girl.

Your mom nodded her head before walking back to where Sam was happily tossing you in the air as you squealed with delight. “Say bye to Uncle Sammy Y/N.” Your mom told you.

Looking at your uncle you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing his neck before placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek, “Bye bye Unca Sammy.” You reached out for your father who took you and gave you a squeeze.

“Bye babygirl, I’ll see you and Mama tomorrow okay.” Dean stated. You nodded your head before puckering your lips for your dad to give you a kiss. He did before he placed you on the ground and ruffled your hair. “Love you sweetheart.” He called to you as you walked away with your mom. Turning back around you waved to your dad yelling back,

“I love you Daddy!”

That was the last time Dean heard those words from you.

You know what? I’ve never been happy that I’m gay. I may say that I’m happy with my sexuality when straight people ask me, but it’s because the truth is so much harder to explain. I’m not happy, because I would 100% in a heartbeat choose to be straight over being gay. It’s not easy to say, but I want to explain it. 

Ever since I was a small kid, my dream was to be a mum. I love the idea of carrying a child, of holding my flesh and blood in my arms. But now that idea stings because I know that child will grow up being judged because of me. Not only can I not protect my child from bullying, like so many parents wish they could, I have to know, even now, that through some twisted logic they are being punished for me.

I have to carry the fact that my love will always be a political act. Try as I might to divorce my love from that, it never will be. I don’t want to have to fight. I don’t want to have to defend myself. I want to be able to tell someone I love them and for it to mean that, and just that, and only that, and yet because I’m gay our love becomes more than just that. It becomes something for others to state their opinions on, for others to project their beliefs onto. My love becomes a case study, an example point for my friends, relatives, and mere acquaintances to whip out when they want to back up their ideas. 

I’m sick and tired of going online and seeing people complain about LGBT representation “flooding” their screens, tired of going outside and hearing the same feelings echoed, because every time that happens I am reminded that I am a token, not a person. My existence disrupts. I am a discomfort to others.

If I come out early in a friendship, they are uncomfortable because I am forcing my sexuality on them.

If I come out late in a friendship, they are uncomfortable because I withheld information so long.

There is no correct time, because no matter what I will make others uncomfortable.

I have never been happy with being gay, because I wish I could be a person, not a discomfort, not a political idea, not a debate. But I accept myself, and love myself. 

anonymous asked:

How do you hope they'll handle Carrie's death in the next two movies? Do you want them to kill Leia off and by thus change the narrative they had in mind for her in episode 9 or do you think they'll change their mind and use cgi by then to keep her part of the story even if they have to rewrite her arc a little but keep the intended end they wished for? I'm hoping for that, that shutting down talks of cgi is just them placating the public until they start working on episode 9.

Well, I don’t know what happens in The Last Jedi, so that makes it hard to have a clear picture but: ideally, I’d want them to do TLJ as it was originally supposed to be… and then for Episode IX they can come up with an excuse as to why Leia is not around and then have the ending feature Leia’s reunion with her child(ren) as a very simple, emotional scene where no words are spoken (Carrie had a very singular voice) and then use CGI for just a few moments, like they did in Rogue One. Leia remaining alive would be a great tribute to Carrie. I think she’d want that.

First Sentence Writing Prompt

An anon asked me to do all the prompts on this list. So here we go! This is a quick lunch time fic :)

In case you missed some and want to read these, I will eventually add them to the prompts collection fic I have on ao3 so you can catch up on there :)

9. “Careful, don’t drop -”

Title: The Move

“Careful, don’t drop -” the almighty crash that sounded in the kitchen told Bernie that her warning was too late. She winched and quietly crept toward the kitchen where she spotted Cam and Charlotte looking down at the pile of broken plates on the floor.

“I told him not to carry that much,” Charlotte said immediately.

Cam glared at her. “I would have been fine if you hadn’t been fussing around me and getting in my way.”

“Oh so once again this is my fault,” Charlotte folded her arms over her chest. “Why can’t you just admit that it was too heavy for you to carry?”

Bernie sighed as she leaned against the door frame and watched her kids arguing. Serena soon joined her, the noise of the plates breaking and the ensuing argument no doubt distracting her from whatever she had been doing. Bernie glanced over at her partner and smirked while Serena rolled her eyes.

“Cameron, Charlotte,” a voice behind them said. Jason pushed past Serena and Bernie and he moved to stand between the squabbling siblings. He held a sweeping brush in one hand and a dustbin in the other. “Arguing isn’t going to clean up this mess. Auntie Serena and Doctor Bernie have a schedule for the move and we must stick to that.”

“Why do we have schedule?” Elinor asked from the living room.

“Because they’re both on the late shift tonight and they don’t want to be going through boxes when they get home,” Jason said, urging Cam and Charlotte to start cleaning.

Bernie glanced over at Serena and smirked. “I don’t think we’re even needed here,” she laughed.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Serena smiled as she watched Jason make his way to Elinor and tell her what needed doing next. “Can I tempt you with a spot of lunch?”

“I am rather hungry,” Bernie leaned in and kissed Serena softly. “Just not so much for food…”

Serena laughed as she pulled Bernie away from the kitchen, their children’s eyes rolls completely ignored as they made their way out of Bernie’s tiny apartment.

anonymous asked:

lmao i've talked to u b4 and i rly wanna b ur friend but i'm like,,,,,,,, scared idk ur Too Cool and i think u will be #annoyed by me bc i spam text a lot ahhhhhhh

first of all: i send like seven texts at a time because i can’t formulate my thoughts fast enough so i press enter and i’m like shoot wait what about this

example a

example b

and second of all i loathe all text abbreviations unless you are using lol sarcastically, idk, or like kms

because like i gotta write actual works or i die on the inside




I Don’t Know What to Call This

Shawn Mendes 
Words ~ 500
Notes ~ Idk, a lot of stuff has been happening in me personal life (exams, disappointing boy troubles, stage crew stress because the big school production is coming up next month) and I haven’t really had time / wanted to write stuff. Basically, sorry if this is bad :) There was meant to be a second half for this, but I don’t feel like writing it at the moment / might carry it on later. 
Also, for context, Shawn = 16 years old, Alex = 15 years old

“Hey.” Shawn’s voice broke through the silent making me jump out my skin. My eyes didn’t move from the pages, although I found it hard to concentrate on the words as the mattress shifted beside me. Things fell quiet for a moment, but it wasn’t long until Shawn got bored.

“What you readin’?” I could hear the smirk in his words as he reached up and poked my cheek. I tried not to pay him any attention, not wanting him to feel like he had won, but he. wouldn’t. stop. poking. my. cheek.

Closing the book, I let out a long breathe before turning to the smiling boy next to me. He took the book out of my hand, giving the blurb a quick glance, “You don’t normally care about the books I’m reading.”

Not so carefully, Shawn threw the book to the end of the bed. And I was about the yell at him because how dare he do that to my precious book, but before I could Shawn had his arms wrapped around me, dragging me closer. I let out a surprised sound which made Shawn laugh.

“That’s the cutest sound I’ve ever heard.” His chest vibrated under my hands, and I couldn’t help but giggle along as he drew my head away from its hiding place between the crook of his neck and shoulder. His fingers brushed over my cheek before ghosting over my bottom lip, “You’re so beautiful.”

I didn’t know what to say. Even after three weeks of dating, I still wasn’t used to the constant compliments Shawn threw my way.

My speechlessness only made Shawn smile brighter. His hand moved to the back of my head, gently guiding my face closer until our lips met. I froze for a second, my hand clenching tighter onto his shirt, still not 100% used to the whole kissing my best friend thing. But with each pass of his lips on mine, I could feel myself relaxing.

Losing my death grip on his shirt, my hand moved to hip just so it would be out the way. Our noses bumped together as Shawn sought a better angle, but all it did was make me laugh. His lips never left mine though, resulting in our teeth hitting together clumsily.

A door slammed shut downstairs causing me to jump again. Shawn’s laughter barely covered the sound of John yelling at Dad about something stupid.

“You’re so jumpy.”

Rolling my eyes, I shoved his chest playfully, “Shut up.”

He pressed a kiss to my cheek before leaning over and grabbing the abandoned book, “Anyway, you going to tell me about this book you love so much.”

Sitting up, I’m sure I did a little bounce with excitement, “Okay, so it’s called Throne of Glass…”

Thank you to everyone that enjoyed the last chapter! It took time and effort to get it done, but knowing there are loving fans out there reading it makes it all worth it!

@samaykay912 and @brittanygean Glad you both enjoyed it! (Hopefully you all won’t hate me for what a future chapter will hold! *Evil wink*

@togreblog I always try to read everyone’s comments, but I can’t always answer them back. But I want to let you all know that you’re all beyond amazing and reading each comment/message makes my day exceedingly brighter!

@cataclysmic-star Nope! Nesta and Cassian’s modern adventures are not done yet! (I’ll try to remember to tag you in the following chapters~!)

@illyrianwings-nightcourt Thank you so much! *Faints from your praise and an Illyrian carries me off into the sunset* 

sonic-mario  asked:

Hey are still doing his? If so can you think of any for Incineroar/Samurott/Arcanine? You don't have to do all 3 if you don't want to of course.

I’ve already one Arcanine right here, but I’ll still do the other two, my dude!!


* They’re so used to being spoiled from their previous evolutions that they expect the same treatment now. Like a little kid they’ll ignore their trainer if they don’t get what they want.

* Whenever they get scolded by their trainers you can see them look a bit embarrassed. Afterwards they’ll be more calm for the rest of the day but they’ll go back to their normal selves the next day.

* They like to carry their trainers around and will often do so. A common situation for this would be if it was getting bored with the current situation, they’ll just pick up their trainer and start walking back to their home.


*  They love to just drift in the water and relax. sometimes their trainers or even other pokemon will sit on it’s back and relax with them.

* They’re very calm pokemon but they also have an air of authority around them that’s hard to ignore. They receive a great deal of respect from both people and pokemon.

* They try to stay neutral in any situation but they will stand up for their trainer if it’s needed.

strawberry-tallcake  asked:

I need you to know what a positive and radiant influence you are in the Tumblr recovery community. Shaely.. you are magnificent. You are so supportive, encouraging, and inspiring. You truly uplift so many people and carry such a positive demeanor (obviously only from our online interaction but that doesn't take away from the impact you have) I honestly have an immeasurable appreciation for your presence in my personal Tumblr world and I can't thank you enough for just being you.

I hope it’s okay to post this, I just… I want to hold it close to my heart because it’s just really appreciated <3 Thank you Jeni <3 I’m glad I get to be a part of this little online world with you and others.

anonymous asked:

natalie portman is literally jewish and i believe carrie fisher is too but i could be wrong. ur white. ????

you can be both jewish and white to my knowledge??? “jewish” isn’t a race??? i don’t want to insinuate that either of these women didn’t or don’t face discrimination for their religion, because they definitely do, but it isn’t related to race, which is what the post was about

vaniileiinkeks  asked:

Since suddenly i can't walk much, because my knees just don't want to work (i really don't Know why) What would J, Harls and Jerome (big brother, yeah you got me obsessed with this) do if this happens to CP suddenly? Just out of nowhere. Love you're Blog, But you probably already knew that! ♡♡

Thank you so much hun!!! :)I’m so sorry to hear that, I hope you feel better and everything works out. Don’t hesitate to message me and let me know how things go.

The whole family would take off of their work and other escapades for a bit to stay with her at home and make sure she’s okay. They’d all have a sleep over in the master bedroom and just be with her to show her they love. Joker would carry her around anywhere she wanted if she couldn’t  walk. Jerome would constantly be putting on magic shows to  make his little sister smile and keep her mind off things while Harley uses her doctor skills to try and think of a cure for her, calling ivy or crane. Their main goal is just letting the daughter know that it doesnt change anything and shes still the clown princess


Hi! The top pic is my silly boy Stitch (his blog is @troublethechinchilla if you want more puff!) he loves to bounce on my bed and carry sticks around.

The middle and bottom pics are of dogs at my doggie daycare job. The middle pic is of the largest and smallest dogs, Rio the teacup yorkie, and Wookie, the Great Dane/Mastiff mix. They are the best of friends and Wookie often protects Rio from being trampled by other dogs! The bottom is of the two most anxious pit bulls I’ve ever met, Faith and Star, who met at daycare and are now the best of friends and help each other cope with life. We say they’re a magical girl duo because of their names and friendship ^.^

I hope you’re feeling better and that the cute can help you heal! - @elfinatree

Oh my gosh. They are ALL so cute!!!! I love them! I’ll definitely check out @troublethechinchilla too!! Thank you for sending these sweeties!!

anonymous asked:

For RTX, whats the policies of giving people small gifts? I were to go the RTX, say, and wanted to give someone from FH a small gift, would I be able to hand it to them at a signing/photo op thing or is there somewhere I could put it? Thanks! x

Signings are one of the best places to give them gifts. You get that close interaction plus a chance for pictures/autograph. If you see them walking around on the con floor its a little harder for them to carry it with them so give it to a Guardian if you can. Unless they say to during the panel, try not to give them gifts or ask for a picture while a panel is happening


A/N: A while back, I wrote a smutty Hotch x Reader, where Hotch was the dominant, and someone requested a follow-up, so here is it: a follow-up to At His Mercy. @coveofmemories


As you walked into Aaron’s room, or rather, were carried there over his strong shoulders, you reiterated to him that smacking his ass wasn’t a mistake. You wanted it rough. Needed it. And you knew that he wanted to give it. 

With a screech, you were thrown gently onto the bed and told to get on all fours facing the head of the bed. His heavy breaths betrayed his calm demeanor as he searched around the room for something to fix your wrists to the bed; at least that’s what you assumed. You were proven correct as he improvised, taking his actual, FBI, regulation handcuffs and using them to make sure your left hand didn’t stray from its position. 

“Now for the right one,” he said, walking around the room and searching for anything that might work. 

Urgent didn’t even begin to describe your need. “What about one of your ties?” you asked. It might be a bit loose, definitely not his handcuffs, but you wanted him now - restraints be damned. He seemed to agree, because he spun around, pulling one of his many, many ties out of his top drawer and making quick work out of stilling the movements of your other wrist. 

“You remember the safe word, right?” he asked, coming up behind you and teasing your slick folds with his girth. You only nodded, feeling like you were unable to actually speak words; breathy whimpers were about all you could muster. However, that wouldn’t suffice for him. A crack resounded against your skin as his hand hit your cheek. “Say the word.”

Swallowing hard, you managed to croak out the one word. “Red.”

Aaron bent down, kissing the small of your back and telling you what a good girl you were before sliding himself inside you. As he slid back and forth, slowly at first, he gave you another instruction. “You still have to ask for permission.” You knew he wasn’t going to make this easy. On the other hand, you were right; he needed the control right now - and you were more than happy to hand it over. 

With your hands unable to move, you braced yourself against the head of the bed as he thrusted inside you over and over again, the sound of slapping skin music to your ears. “Oh, god yes,” you moaned as he slipped out of you, your slickness nearly too much to contain him. “More. Harder.” A litany of words, some curses, some pleas, some incoherent ramblings, fell out of your mouth as he fucked you. 

As you felt your orgasm crest, you remembered his earlier command to ask for permission, and you did. But he said no. You choked back a cry as he took you relentlessly. Orgasm denial was one of the most delicious kinds of pain in your mind. “Thank you,” you groaned. “Fuck…thank you.”

A chuckle of gratitude escaped him. He loved when you thanked him for taking you in this way. Because for him, the thanks was all his. “Just because you thank me, doesn’t mean you’re allowed to come,” he replied with a laugh. “I’m not about to let you off that easily.” The last word was punctuated by a very deliberate thrust, which caused your head to flop forward; you started to feel as if you were floating - subspace. It was a unique feeling you didn’t get often, but when you did it was the most glorious feeling. Nothing else in the world existed but you, him and sensation.

When your orgasm began to rise once again, you didn’t waste any time. You begged him right off the bat to let you come. Let you come for him. “Just a little bit longer,” he insisted, your cries falling on deaf ears. It was okay though. He knew how much your body could take. As your body began to shake, the feeling of his length inside you, his skin slapping against yours, and the constraints at your wrists, you begged one final time, at which point he allowed you release. “Fuck,” you screamed, burying your head into the tower of pillows beneath you. “Fuck. Oh my god.”

Aaron pulled out of you. Immediately, untying your right hand and unlocking the cuffs from your left. “You okay?” he asked, knowing that you’d been in that unique headspace; he was familiar with the signs. Whenever that happened, he always made sure you were okay. But you were fine; you just needed to stay there, preferably wrapped in his arms.

“I’m good,” you said dreamily. “Great.” Your eyes fluttered closed as he placed himself behind you and enveloped you in his embrace, the sound of his heartbeat the only thing you needed to help you fall asleep. 

anonymous asked:

Is it bad to unfollow someone just because you find them irritating? (it's not you just to put your anxiety at rest) I just think you give good advice :)

not at all, mostly cause i’ve done this myself in the past!!! if there’s someone on your dash that’s putting you on edge or just constantly making you react in a negative way, please do unfollow them cause that can become far too toxic for you in the long run! like they may only be irritating now but that can escalate into something more if you let it fester, so just think: if there was someone in your life that was constantly being irritating, would you just let them carry on or would you tell them to stop and maybe walk away? plus it’s entirely your blog so you should be able to do whatever you want with it and follow anyone and everyone you want!! honestly even if i was the one irritating you, i’d tell you the same thing (so if i am irritating you, please unfollow me, cause you shouldn’t have to put up with that!) so honestly, just do whatever you want and whatever you think is best for you cause that’s the most important thing! i hope you’re having a great day otherwise!! ♡

I woke up this morning and these words demanded to be written.  That’s my only excuse tbh..

I love you, whispered in touches and caresses.  The tenderness in the way her hands trace the scars of his body.  He told her about them, how he got into an accident when he was but a young boy, and has carried them as a reminder every day since.  She kissed them then, each one, her lips lingering on the last one before her eyes meet his.  I love you, they insist, yet the air between them remains mute with words left unspoken.

I love you, her lips map out the words she dare not breathe as she kisses her way down his body, taking him inside her mouth and pleasuring him in the way she has never before done willingly, but will do so for him.  Because he doesn’t demand.  Because she wants to.  Because he makes her feel beautiful.  Because I love you

I love you, the words nearly drowning her as he holds her, eyes wet after she told him of her past, body shaking as she clings to him.  She nearly caves, her lips forming the words but not being able to speak them as he holds her.  Her arms wrap around him tighter, drawing warmth from his comfort.  I am here with you, they seem to say, I love you.

I love you.  His heart beats under her palm, a reassuring sound after the events of the day.  He was nearly killed by a man targeting her, a man with a cruel vendetta against her for the woman she used to be.  She kisses his chest, feels him safe and alive in her arms.  I love you, she wants to scream.  

I love you.  The words get stuck in her throat, her eyes filling with tears that she doesn’t have time to brush away before his gaze finds hers, questioning.  She shakes her head, leaning forward to capture his lips with hers.  “You can’t leave me.” she breathes when they part, “You can’t.”  He shakes his head, not understanding, not realizing what his presence means to her.  The words, they spill forth, and she can do nothing to prepare for their impact before she’s tearfully confessing, “I love you.  And you almost died, and I can’t -” a sob escapes her, “I can’t lose you, not like I’ve lost everyone else.”  He grins, his eyes lighting up at her confession, and she should smack him, the idiot, her idiot, for putting her through hell today.  He makes sure her eyes are firmly locked to his.  I love you, they say, before the words escape his mouth to match those within his eyes.

“I love you, too.”

i want to love you so good, i want to walk the world with you forwards and then backwards again… i want to make it right, i want to pace myself. press flowers for every i love you whispered from ur lips, scatter them in the wind because our love is worldly– carried by a breeze, gentle. my god, i want to love you with all of me, the me’s of past present and future, the me today and the me tomorrow. a me screaming forever and always, a me who isnt afraid to lose you as long as i have been loved by you. as long as i know we both gave it our all. to love and be loved… we love so differently, what a beautiful thing

im asking to hold your hand through fire, im asking you to reach out for mine