i want to cuddle under all of my blanket

Adorable Starters
  • “Guess what I got you!”
  • “That looks cute on you.”
  • “Sorry I worked late today. Want to do something?”
  • “I just want to run my fingers through your hair.”
  • “I’m exhausted. Want to just cuddle?”
  • “Calm down. It’s okay. No one was hurt.”
  • “It’s a beautiful day. Want to have a picnic?”
  • “Want to marathon something on Netflix?”
  • “Care to dance?”
  • “That was a nice surprise. What’s the occasion?”
  • “You are so adorable!”
  • “There’s a festival this weekend. Want to check it out?”
  • “Does this look silly?”
  • “Plenty of room under the blankets…”
  • “Let me help you with that.”
  • “Can we just stay in today?”
  • “I cleared my schedule to spend all day with you.”
  • “How did you like the flowers?”
  • “I feel like going to the beach.”

sandstonesunspear  asked:

Hi mum! Here's the prompt: Eliza deliberately misgenders nb!Alex and stuff, and Maggie comes to Alex's defense and completely loses it.

Maggie has held her tongue through a lot. She’s only had gentle, measured responses to Eliza – and a firm, supportive hand on Alex’s thigh – through the worst of it so far.

Oh honestly, Alexandra, putting Kara in the position where she had to blow out her powers again just to save you from your own reckless decision?

Respectfully, Dr. Danvers, if Alex hadn’t been so incredibly brave, we would have had no way to stop that ship at all, and hundreds of innocent people would have been stranded all the way on the other side of the galaxy and most likely left to suffer and die.

Alexandra, I know you’re still upset about your father, but really, that’s no reason to drink yourself into another stupor.

Actually, Dr. Danvers, it’s root beer, so the only stupor anyone will be in is from sugar overload.

She always does it with a gentle tone, and she does it with a modicum of respect in her voice, because Eliza likes her – really likes her – and she knows it’s better for everyone, better for Alex, if it stays like that.

But that doesn’t mean she’s going to just watch Alex get gaslighted, get beaten down, get loved so painfully by a woman who doesn’t know how to love properly, doesn’t know how to say Alex I love you to the ends of the earth and you terrify me because I’m always so worried about you.

And since then?

Since then, Maggie has held Alex’s hand while they managed to stumble through yet another coming out to Eliza – another I feel more like me than I ever have, and that reason is – what, no Barry Allen mystery portal this time? Great, I was kind of counting on – Mom, I’ve never felt more like myself than I do now, because I realized that I didn’t grow up knowing any labels that fit me right, but now I – I’m nonbinary, Mom, I’m – I’m me, same as ever, but they and them instead of she and her, because it just… it makes so much sense, you know? – and Alex had nearly broken her fingers with the force of their grip as Eliza had blinked, had blinked again, had stood, had swallowed, had looked directly at Alex and after long, long minutes of Alex quietly begging her to say something, said, So you’re not quite a boy but you’re not quite the beautiful young woman I raised, and I assume your very lesbian girlfriend is for some reason okay with this because she’s holding your hand, and your sister is giving you that unconditionally supportive look because her heart is purer than mine will ever be, so I assume I’m alone when I say I’m a little bewildered and am going to have to get used to losing my daughter.

Kara’s arms are around Alex before the first sob can choke out of their lips, and Maggie holds them from behind and Alex splutters and Alex breaks as Eliza retreats to Kara’s bedroom.

Kara – once her own temper with Eliza has calmed somewhat – runs interference between her sibling and her foster mother, enough of it to get them back in the same room, enough of it to get Eliza’s arms around a crying Alex while Maggie watches with rage on her face. Kara slips her fingers into Maggie’s.

“They’re going to be okay. They have us. They have you,” Kara whispers, and Maggie kisses her on the cheek.

“I love you, Little Danvers.”

Kara smiles with sad eyes as they both watch Alex sniffle in Eliza’s arms.

And now?

Now it’s been a month, and there have been good phone conversations – Alex, you’re my da – my child, and I will always love you, and I will always be proud of you, however you are – and there have been explosive phone conversations – I’m sorry, Alexan – Alex – it’s a mother’s instinct, I’ve known you one way for twenty-eight years and you’re expecting me to catch up with all these sudden changes overnight! – and now, there’s another family dinner.

Alex throws up with nerves beforehand, Maggie and Kara taking turns between rubbing Alex’s back and holding their hand and making sure the apartment is in order for Eliza’s arrival.

“How’re they doing?” Maggie calls into the bathroom as she sets the table, deliberately addressing Kara so Alex can hear their pronouns, so Alex can hear their validation, and sure enough, Alex’s stomach settles somewhat.

Kara smiles and kisses the back of Alex’s neck and calls back out, “They’re doing just great, they could infiltrate Cadmus single-handedly all over again!”

Alex laughs wearily and leans back into their sister gratefully.

It’s the last laugh they get that evening.

Because Eliza blinks a little too much before complimenting – stiffly – Alex’s new haircut; stares a little too hard when Maggie switches easily between calling Alex babe, honey, Alex, and Al; completely blanches when Kara calls Alex both Al and Alex and refers to the Danvers siblings; and clenches her jaw when Kara passes behind Alex to get the cookies from the oven and rubs the back of their head, with its newly buzzed style, and laughs about how scared she is that Lena – who’s unfortunately out of the country right now – might just leave her for Alex, if the way she loves touching Alex’s new cut is any indication.

“So you’re saying your sister’s doing this to be more, what, butch, is that the word? That she just wants to be more attractive to women? I thought she – I thought you already have Maggie, dear, and everyone’s completely fine with you being a lesbian, no one would care if you cut your hair this way and wore those shirts and were just a woman, so I don’t understand why you feel the need to make things more complicated by – “

Maggie is up before Alex can start crying and she’s up before Kara can say more than Eliza, you need to

“You know what, I’ve been respectful and I’ve held my tongue and I’ve – no. No more. Dr. Danvers, you’re having trouble processing your kid’s identity? Fine. Whatever. Talk to people, talk to Kara, talk to me. Hell, talk to Alex if you want to, but don’t you dare misgender them just because you can, just because that’s what makes you feel more comfortable, more righteous. Not in this place, this place where Alex feels at home with their sister. And you know what else, did you ever stop to think that Alex lives in the same damn world as you do? That they have been forced to swallow the same heteronormative bullshit about you’re either a man or a woman, this way or that way, nothing else, no complexity, no wiggle room, and if you feel outside of that, you’re a freak, you’re just trying to get attention, you’re just trying to make your life harder, you’re being selfish, you’re being ridiculous? Did you ever stop to think that Al has been forced to swallow those same toxic lies, so maybe they have the same questions, the same insecurities and fears and terrors and self-doubts, that you’re interrogating them about? That you’re hitting every one of their fears, every one of their triggers, and to what? You think they haven’t already been over and over all of this with themselves, with me, with Kara and James and J’onn and Winn and Vasquez and Lena, nights of agonizing and crying, not because the nonbinary part is the hard part, but because toxic expectations like the ones you’re laying out are the only thing that surrounds them? It’s not about being difficult, and it’s not about making anything harder, it’s about discovering that there is something that fits you better, that helps you breathe better, than the little boxes we’ve all been hacked and wrangled into. It’s not Al’s fault that they grew up without the proper language to fit themselves, with all the shame that you’re shoving onto them with this interrogation. Because you know, don’t you, Dr. Danvers, that there’s a difference between questions and interrogations. This is your child. Love them. That’s it. Just love them. And if you can’t do that properly right now, I’m sorry Kara, I know this isn’t my house, but you need to leave. Now.”

There’s a long silence, and Maggie’s chest heaves slightly as she glowers, trembling, at Eliza; Kara beams sadly at the woman she hopes her sibling marries; Alex stares up at Maggie in disbelief, in relief, in shock, in gratitude; and Eliza stares between the three of them in a very different kind of shock.

“Alexan – Alex, you’re going to let your girlfriend speak to your mother that way?”

It’s Kara who answers. “Eliza, please. Not now. Maggie said what Maggie said, and I… I agree with her. And so does Alex. Please. We’ll try this again another time, okay?”

The pit in Maggie’s stomach – the pit in all of their stomachs – doesn’t even begin to fade until hours later, when they’re sharing two tubs of vegan ice cream, Alex cuddled between their favorite girls under layers of throw blankets, and Maggie’s phone buzzes.

Maggie dear. I’ve thought a great deal about what you said, and I wanted to thank you for saying it. You clearly love my child very much, and I am very grateful that they found you. I don’t imagine they want to speak with me right now, and I understand that. But when they’re ready, perhaps you can show them this message? Thank you for fighting for Alex when I don’t know how to. They’ve always fought for everyone else; I’m so glad they’ve finally found someone to fight for them.

“What’s that, babe?” Alex asks. Maggie stares at their red-rimmed, still swollen eyes and kisses their nose.

“Show you later. For now, more cuddles.”

“Cudddlessssssss,” Kara throws her arms over both of them, and as their girlfriend leans over them to tickle their little sister, Alex can’t help but smile; can’t help but laugh; can’t help but feel safe, and loved, and wanted, and defended. Can’t help but feel perfect.

Because they are, they are, they are.

i want to be cuddled up under the blankets beside you, warm and home. i want to tell you i love you so many times i forget what it means. i want to play with your hair while you lay on my lap and i want to make you laugh so hard you snort. i want the late nights, your voice like honey as you sing to me. i want to brush my teeth beside you in the morning and i want to wrap myself in your arms. i want it all with you.

dating jonathan byers would include...

•long drives to nowhere

•"just one more picture"

•him taking you to the drive in every friday

•"i made you a mixtape"

•cuddling under 500 blankets

•him trying to surprise you in anyway, but failing every time

•him taking pictures of you in your most candid of times (sleeping, eating, laughing, reading)

•taking will to see movies

•joyce always wanting you to stay for dinner

•you taking his cardigans

•him looking everywhere for them, only to have you show up in one

•"everyone of my shirts smell like you"

•him trying to teach you about photography

•thumb wrestles

•showering you with random and cute compliments

•innocence

•wrestling around on his bed

•when he wins, he kisses you all over your face

•running your fingers through his hair as he falls asleep

•him never wanting to get up in the morning, scared he may wake you up

•so he just lays there and watches you sleep wondering how he got so lucky

•you being will’s favourite human because you can never say no to playing with him

2 a.m. Cuddles

John Laurens x Reader

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1345

Warnings: Kissing, fluff, angst

Request: @askparanoidtwilight:Nervous laugh over read so much of yours aaAAAA-ahem. I was wondering if you could make a sUPER MEGA FLUFFY John Lauren’s x Reader? He’s honestly my adorable little freckled baby and Ive been in a constant need of John fluff-oh wait I have prompts-3,20,30, and 33 would all b really cute during like a thunderstorm or snow or something where they have to stay inside? Either that or just cuddling but who wouldn’t want to cuddle with John- and, preferably, modern AU? I’m sorry if I’m asking a lot-

3:  “You call this cuddling? You’re choking me!”
20: “Stop calling me cute!” “Stop doing cute things!”
30: “C-can you hold my hand?”
33: “Are you playing with my hair?”

A/N: I didn’t follow the prompt exactly, but I loved writing this one! I Hope you all enjoy!


“Party time!”

Your apartment door swung open without warning. A drunk on happiness, John Laurens falling through your doorway. A cluster of bags collapsing with him. John quickly jumped to his feet and kicked the door closed behind him and gathered the bags and their spilled contents in his arms.

“John! What the hell?” you shouted.

“Evening, darling.” he smiled, slamming his bags on the kitchen counter.

“John. It’s two  a.m.!” you pointed sharply at the clock.

“I am well aware, (Y/N).” he put his hand over yours. You stared awkwardly at it. It was going to be a long night. “Now, the question is why are you up at two a.m.?”

“It’s my apartment, John!” you yelled, crankily.

John gave your hand a quick squeeze, then swiftly pulled the book you were reading out from under your arms.

“Hey!” you reached over the counter. “Give that back! I have to study!”

“Study for what?” John turned over the textbook. “Ugh. Philosophy, don’t you know that’s the most useless major?”

“I’m not majoring in it. It’s just a throwaway class!”

“You consider philosophy a throwaway class?” John laughed. He skimmed through the book. “So, you would rather theorize whether the egg of chicken came first, than take an easy class like art or poetry.” he winked. “With me.”

“Ugh. John, sometimes you just drive me insane.” you groaned

“You are a college student after all, gotta keep you a little insane. Otherwise you’ll stand out. Mental breakdowns are a normal and required thing of a college student.”

“John.” you cried. “You aren’t helping.” You dropped your hands on the counter and put your head down, surrendering. Philosophy was the worst decision you could have made. You took it for the idea of it, not tests on Greek philosophers, their life stories, and to learn Greek. You had hoped John would have taken it with you, like he had promised last year.

But things change.

You started to cry. You started to have a breakdown. Mentally checking off a box in your head, the requirements of a college student, according to John Laurens. You knew John didn’t really mean it and he was only teasing and trying to cheer you up.

“Hey, (Y/N), no crying, we aren’t in kindergarten anymore.” that made you laugh a little. He tickled under your arms and made you spring back from your chair. He caught you and your head landed between his legs. Your tears rushed up your forehead. John laughed and smiled at you too. His energy was contagious, you couldn’t help but laugh.

John pulled you back onto your feet, and your fell against him as you tried to regain your balance. He gave a little laugh and steadied you with his hands.

You stood back up on your feet and John walked in the kitchen again. He started pulling everything out of the bags onto the counter.

“John…what is all of this?”

He pulled out cans of mountain dew, two pints of Ben and Jerrys, and several boxes of candy. “Midnight oil.” he smiled. “Except,” you pulled the textbook back out of your hands and closed it and put it on the counter. “Not for studying. Your brain is going to be fried if you study anymore. And I know you aren’t going to go to bed even if I tell you, so I thought I met try and cheer you up.”

John scooped the party supplies into his hands and dropped them on your coffee table then pulled you onto the couch with him. He bent over the table and pulled out some movies. “I’ve got Princess Bride, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, and Titanic. We can go through all of them or none of them. Whatever you want to do.”

You sighed and leaned in next to John. You rested your head on his chest. He smiled shyly at you.

“I’ll take that as a maybe then?” John leaned forward and put in Princess Bride. He reached over you and turned off the lights and handed you a carton of ice cream, along with a spoon. “Cheers.” he smiled, clinking your spoons together.

John snuggled a blanket over the two of you.

Halfway through the movie, John reached over to you. His hand between the two of you.

“C-can you hold my hand?” he whispered.

You smiled and laced your fingers through his.

“Thanks.” he blushed. You kissed him on the cheek. His eyes widened and a wide smile settled on his face.

John slung his arm behind you and rested his hand on your neck. You snuggled into him, pulling the blanket tighter around you.

A few minutes later, you felt a gentle tug against your head. You looked to see that John, had a small curl of hair wrapped around his finger. “Are you playing with my hair?” you laughed.

John blushed and dropped his hands. “Nope.”

His arms tightened protectively around you. Swaddling you in the blanket, in his arms. The blanket came just under your chin. Your movements were restricted. You tried to slide up to break free. “Oh my god!” you gasped. “You call this cuddling? You are choking me!”

John loosened his grip slightly and pulled the blanket from under your chin. “Sorry.” he frowned. “I just didn’t want you to get cold.”

“Well you about just choked me to death!” you teased, giving him a playful shove.

“You know what, (Y/N)?”

“What?” you laughed, staring into his eyes, the silhouette of the television, the film flashing on his face.

“You are cute.” he smiled, reaching for your hand again.

You laughed. “John, you’ve got to stop calling me cute! You call me that all the time!”

“Well stop doing cute things!” John laughed, slipping an arm above you and pulling you down to wrestle.

The two of you fell in a heap on the floor. John cushioned your fall and tried to hide his pain with a smile and laugh. “That didn’t hurt at all.” he laughed.

“You calling me fat?”

“Nah, babe.” he rubbed his back. “Just calling you boney.” he laughed.

“Well, my bad for having a spine!”

“Yeah, it is your bad!” John laughed, smiling at you. He rubbed the back of his neck and played with his hair. “You know, I don’t call you cute all the time. LIke tonight, I’ve only called you cute like once.”

“Well, I can hear your thoughts.” you laughed.

“Oh yeah?” John sat closer to you. You were still laying down on the floor. John hung over you, his curls falling in his face, masking his eyes. “What else are they saying?”

You leaned against the couch to sit up. His face was inches from yours.

“Everything.” you smiled.

John laughed. “You’d be right.”

“Let me shut them up then.” you sat up and met John halfway. Your lips collided and his hair brushed your forehead. His hand moved from your arm to your neck, to just under your ears. Holding you in his hands. He fell forward slowly onto you, and straddled his legs over you. He pushed you up against the leather couch. Your hair falling in your face.

He spared a finger to brush your hair away, letting it fall back behind your ear. His touch was warm and comforting. He kissed you slowly with sincere intent. You pushed up against him, up against the coffee table and kissed his chin, back up to his lips. They were small but long kisses.

Savoring each moment. Savoring each other. Savoring this foreign experience. This dream. This fantasy you always dreamed about. His heart beat like a drum against your chest. You put your palm over his heart and pulled away for a moment. Smiling breathlessly and staring into his eyes. He nodded slowly with you and his heart began to beat to a steady soft rhythm.

The credits of the movie played. Some snacks were pushed off the coffee table to the floor.

 It was four a.m. and you were kissing the boy you loved.

{I’m Right Here} a Chris Evans imagine

I curled up tighter under the blankets as the thunder cracked loudly outside. Chris was still in the shower and I silently cursed him and his long showers. All I wanted was him to come and cuddle up next to me.

The thunder shook the windows and I pulled the blankets up around my head, still a little annoyed with myself for letting it get to me. I felt the tears well up just as I heard the shower shut off. ‘Oh, thank God,’ I thought to myself, managing to lower the covers just enough to see Chris coming out of the bathroom, wrapped in a white robe.

He must have noticed the look on my face, because he gave me a slight frown, followed by a sympathetic look. He walked over and climbed into the bed next to me, pulling me close to him. “You okay, babe?,” he asked, kissing me gently on the head. “Little better,” I mumbled, burying my head into his chest. “Sorry I wasn’t here sooner,” he said, wrapping his arms around me, letting the tears fall freely. “’S okay,” I said, “better now that you’re here.” He held me tighter as the the thunder shook the house. I could feel the panic in my chest. “Hey,” he said, cupping my chin to look at him. “Don’t be scared. I’m right here.”
  • Derek falling asleep in his loft at 7 am after running all night under the full moon in wolf form
  • Derek curling up in a patch of sunlight on the floor because it’s warm
  • Derek shifting back to human from in his sleep and mumbling incoherent things about beards, bunnies and big teeth
  • Dere waking up at noon covered with a blanket and a pillow half tucked under his head
  • Derek trudging groggily to the kitchen to find hot coffee on the counter and Stiles reading some online article on another supernatural creature
  • Derek kissing Stiles on the nose and sipping his coffee blissfully
  • Derek being dragged to the couch for cuddles because it’s Sunday and Stiles is lazy and they have all the time in the world
  • Derek falling asleep again with no nightmares to haunt him because this, this is home and it’s warm and it’s safe and it’s Stiles
Request: Your secret is safe with me

Request: Can you please write an imagine about being Happy’s old lady and him coming home to find you in pain and not knowing what to do. 

Originally posted by lowmans

The alarm clock woke me up that morning, which made me growl before turn it off. That meant my old man wasn’t home or I would have waked up with his kisses and hands caressing my body. I rolled in bed just to look at Happy’s empty side of the bed, cold sheets telling me he had left early to handle another club business.

When we started to date, people warned me that Happy Lowman lived only for his club and his mother, no women had made him settle down or cope with his absences to deal with club business. Wake up alone was supposed to bother me, but I didn’t because we proved people were wrong. I knew the club was his life and I didn’t try to interfere of change that; and Happy was devoted to me, more than people would ever imagine.

There was coffee still warm in the kitchen and I smiled at this little gesture from my old man. He was taking care of me even when he wasn’t at home. I was ready to start cleaning the house when I felt a sting on my side. Pain made me lean forward and breathe heavily. It ended quickly and I thought everything was fine, it had been just a weird thing. However, as I did the chores during the morning, I felt that sting a few more times and by lunch hour it had turned into a light pain.

I took a painkiller, thinking it would help, but it didn’t and at the end afternoon I was curled up in bed, feeling like someone was stabbing my side. I couldn’t find a comfortable position and was feeling nausea. I almost cried of relief when I heard Happy coming home.

“Y/N”, he called out, his tone telling me he had a good day.

“Bedroom”, I cried out, which alarmed him, the thuds of his boots quickly coming to find me.

“Baby”, Happy rushed to me and knelt by the side of the bed, creasing his brow, “What happened?“

“Nothing happened”, I said, my voice muffled as I hid my face on the pillow, feeling another strong sting, “It’s hurting”

“Where?”, he inquired and I put my hand over my side. Happy lifted my shirt and looked for any wounds I guessed. He pressed his hand over my body and I hissed at the pain, “Did you take any med?”

“Yeah, painkiller”, I growled, “But it didn’t work”

“How long ago? Do you want another one? Maybe a hot compress?”, he blurted question after question and I glanced at him, my old man getting lost watching me in pain.

“I think I should go to the hospital”, I mumbled. Happy knew how much I hated hospitals. He just nodded and followed my orders. He gave me my shoes and purse before carry me to the car. He probably passed through one or two red lights but I didn’t complain, closing my eyes until we get to the hospital.

Happy carry me inside and held my hand as we waited, “Everything will be fine little girl”, he whispered, kissing my forehead, “I’m here”. I looked up at him and smiled; he had the usual stoic face, but I could see he was scared.

—————

We finally left the hospital hours later and I was medicated, with a prescription in my hand and an appointment scheduled for next morning. I had a kidney stone that needed to be removed as soon as possible. Doctor had said I would be fine for the night, but Happy was still creasing his brow, worried. He took me home and carried me to the bedroom, though I had said I could walk.

“I can do it myself”, I protested as Happy tried to help me put on my pajamas. He just growled, telling me to lift my arms so he could slip the shirt on. I laid in bed and rolled my eyes as he walked around bringing more pillows, blankets, water, medicine and warm compress, “I don’t need all this, I just want to sleep”

“And I just want you to get better”, Happy said, getting under the sheets.

“Oh you big fluffy bear”, I laughed, cuddling up with him.

“What?”, he pulled back, raising an eyebrow at me as I had lost my mind.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me”, I winked and wrapped an arm around him, getting comfortable to sleep.

“Fluffy bear”, Happy huffed, putting his arm around me. I smiled, feeling better and safe in his arms.

Christmas with Atsushi, Dazai, & Chuuya

I rlly don’t know what i’m doing lol but aye here’s my first headcanons :) 


Atsushi 

  • cuddling all day/night under dozens of blankets 
  • all of his past xmas were basically him being alone so the fact that he has someone who loves him unconditionally with him is the best present he could get 
  • bc of that he told his s/o that they didnt have to get him a gift but they would still do it
  • despite him not wanting a gift, he would make sure that his s/o got one. it wasn’t a huge fancy gift, it was more of a small meaningful gift. 

Dazai  

  • expect to be waken up rlly early 
  • you wanted to sleep in and stay in the warmth of his arms? lol Dazai definitely didn’t have the same idea :P
  • you guys basically walked around the city making a few stops to buy small snacks & coffee 
  • cold hands? that wouldn’t happen bc as soon as you guys walked out, he would be holding his s/o’s hands
  • mini snowball fight when you guys reached a park which then lead to snow angels which lead to both of you shivering 
  • took a warm bath together and stayed in each others arms until their skins became wrinkly

Chuuya  

  • sleeping in until noon bc he asked for a day off so he could spend it with his s/o 
  • both of you agreed to not get each other presents this year but Chuuya wanted this day to be special 
  • woke up before you & made breakfast which you guys ate in bed 
  • the rest of the day was mostly both of you laying in bed talking about what they might do next year 
  • he wouldnt admit it but Chuuya secretly loves it when they talk about their future together 
  • would think about proposing to you while staring lovingly at you while you slept & would fall asleep thinking about it
shelter / sirius black

requested by anon, hope u enjoy this xxx

masterlist

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To say you were upset was an understatement, you had had the worst day ever in years. First, you woke up late to class because of a nightmare, getting a reproving glare from your favourite professor. Secondly, you got a C- in Potions, you were ignored by your girl friends during lunch for Merlin knows what reason, got shouted at by the members of your house after Slughorn took 10 points from it because you slept during his class and then, a stupid Slytherin boy spilled grape juice all over you on purpose during supper. 

You wanted to take a bath, do your homework and just go to bed. As you sat on the shower floor, water droplets running through your skin as you carelessly rubbed the soap on your legs, you remembered tomorrow was the day you were going to Hogsmeade with your year and you let out a long sigh.

You didn’t feel like going to Hogsmeade at all, don’t get me wrong you loved going there, vising Honeydukes and eating all those succulent sweets, Dervish and Banges, Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop, and last but not least Tomes and Scrolls’ bookshop. You were so thrilled to go before but the shitty day had gotten the best of you. And even Hogsmeade wouldn’t cheer you up. 

You left the shower, dressing yourself in your sleeping clothes before going to warn your friends you weren’t going, more specifically, Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and Wormtail. You walked till their dorm and opened the door to find Remus reading a book, Peter sleeping, James listening to music and Sirius was just literally laid on the floor on his stomach.

When you entered, besides from Peter who was deeply asleep, all eyes were on you, and as soon as you forced a smile to them they knew something was wrong.

You laid on your back next to Sirius on the floor and soon millions of “what happened?”, “are you alright?”, “mate, give me names” were spilled over you. You truly smiled at your protective friends, they were truly too precious.

“It’s okay, I just had a bad day, I’ll be fine I just need a day off.” You said, staring at the ceiling. “Thank you for worrying though, guys. It’s really kind of you.” You smiled at yourself.

“Well you’ll forget about all these shitheads tomorrow when we’re buying all the candies we can at Honeydukes.” Said James.

You hesitated for a second before replying, “I don’t think I’m going, James. I’m just gonna spend the day in my bed, reading and studying. I don’t really feel like going anymore.”

“Are you sure about this, (Y/N)? I don’t like the idea of you by yourself after a bad day, Hogsmeade could really cheer you up, we could.” Remus tried and Sirius kept staring at you, but you were sure.

“Thank you for being so sweet, Moony, but I’m really sure. I’ll be alright, you just have to bring me some candies from Honeydukes and maybe a book or two from Tomes and Scrolls.” You joked and sleepy Peter mumbled a quiet “Noted, little (Y/N) wants candies and books from Hogsmeade.” And you laughed at how adorable and sweet your friends were.

“Don’t worry she won’t be alone.” Said Sirius as he sat up. “I’ll stay with her.”

“Oh, no, Sirius. I mean, I really appreciate it but you love going to Hogsmeade and I’m definitely not gonna ask you to drop it just because I’m sad. It’s just a day, I’ll be fine.” 

“If you’re not going, I’m not going.” He said, not giving you a choice. “I’m not leaving you alone when you’re sad, it’s not an option. We’ll stay and we’ll do anything you like even if that means we’ll spend the entire day laying on the floor, I’m staying.” And as he said that, all the boys smirked to themselves, interested in the idea of you and Black spending the entire day by yourselves. 

“Alright, if you insist. Thank you, Sirius.” You thanked him, genuinely glad you weren’t going to spend your day alone. 

“Now come, it’s late, I’ll take you to your dorm.” But you only mumbled some incoherent words, “What is that, sweetheart?” He asked laughing, “I don’t wanna go to my dorm, I want to become a beautiful flower and start doing photosynthesis so I don’t have to go places for food and I don’t have to move ever again, I’ll just be under the sunlight forever, sleeping all day.” You said dramatically, turning yourself on your stomach, face literally on the floor.

“Fine, stay in my bed I’ll sleep on the floor.” He said rolling his eyes but smiled sweetly at you afterwards. Sirius threw some blankets and a pillow on the carpet, right next to where you were laid and James blew off the candles, leaving you in complete darkness.

You said your goodnights and tried your best to sleep, you swore you did, you rolled over the bed and tried all kinds of sleeping positions to get comfortable but none seemed to work, you just couldn’t fall asleep. And after what seemed like hours in distress, you were so angry and stressed after the long shit day you just had plus the fact you couldn’t fall asleep the tears soon started to stream down your face. In addition, you started feeling anxious for taking away from Sirius not only his bed but his trip to Hogsmeade.

You felt like a complete burden, you were certainly annoying your friends and specially Sirius, so in the middle of the darkness you got up as silently as you could and tried to go back to your dorm, hoping no one would awake. You sniffled trying to stop yourself from ugly crying and making noise, at least until you got outside their dorm. But you weren’t the only one who couldn’t sleep, unable to be comfortable.

Just as you were almost touching the door handle two arms stopped you, “Where are you going, love?” The voice whispered confused, and as soon as he looked at you, cheeks stained with tears he just took you to his bed once again. 

“No, Sirius, I should be the one on the floor- I’m already bothering you guys with all my shit I-I don’t want to annoy you any more-” You whispered to Sirius, trying to convince you to let you go, but he was having none of that. He just pulled you to the floor over all the blankets and pillows and threw the rest of the blankets on his bed over you and then, after curling you up in covers, he cuddled you, simply as that, he laid next to you, under the pile of blankets and held you, soothing you with sweet words.

“You’re not bothering anyone, dear, I’m staying because you’re not feeling well and I would never leave you alone when you’re upset, never, (Y/N). Besides, Hogsmeade won’t be the same without you.” He tried to comfort you, kissing your cheeks. “I want us to stay at Hogwarts and do absolutely as you like, alright, love?” He asked as you pressed your head against his chest, finally comfortable.

“E-even if we just spend the entire day like this?” You asked uncertain.

“I thought you’d never ask, princess.” He said laughing, “We can absolutely spend the entire day in bed.” And just like that, both of you fell asleep, finally comfortable.


Before you awakened, three smirking boys circled you and Sirius as you slept, already ready for their trip to Hogsmeade, the boys needed evidence that Sirius and (Y/N) had cuddled and most importantly, were smiling as their slept.

James searched for his camera as soon as possible, shooting a photograph of you curled up in each other arms. The moving photo left the camera as smoothly as it was taken and James placed the photograph in his wallet.

“I’ll show them this when they marry. Wormtail and Moony, if I ever have a son, they’ll be the godparents.” And left the dorm laughing.

It took you one or maybe more two hours of sleep since they left before you woke up. As soon as you fluttered your eyes open, you felt someone’s breathing on your face, a very familiar smell and features. You were forehead to forehead to with Sirius Black and in that very moment you were certain no one could really escape the Black’s charm, he wasn’t lying when he said that to girls. Which reminded you he had no interest in you whatsoever, so having hopes and daydreaming would just lead you to pain. You sat up, noticing how you were both alone in the room, getting up, you stopped in a very specific spot where the sun hit a crystal tied up in front of the window, refracting little rays of sunshine and rainbows. 

You smiled to yourself as the room and your body were full of little rainbows provided by the sun, the dark furniture making them even prettier. Your hair was messy and you could really use some food. You walked around the room until you stopped by Remus bed, finding a note. 

Knew you’d wake up earlier and explore our room, thought I’d leave a note warning we brought you some food from breakfast and James is thinking about having children and putting you and Sirius as their godparents when you get married.

Hope you’re feeling better, we’re bringing you sweets and your books by the end of the day. Have a lovely day, (Y/N). 

Remus

You laughed at how well Remus knew you and blushed extremely at James’ comment.

You sat on Remus bed and started eating some strawberries that he brought and eggs. You took a sip of the orange juice and looked over the pile of blankets, where Sirius was sat on, smiling lazily at you. 

“Morning.” You mumbled, full of strawberries in your mouth.

“Morning, love.” He smiled, getting up and walking over you, kissing your forehead and eating what was in the plate. You ate in silence before Sirius got the note on Moony’s bed, too quickly for you to stop him.

Laughing but blushing slightly, “So what are our plans for the day, wife?”

You choked on your juice before coughing incredulously.

“I mean, we could spend the day around the lake, Mrs. Black.” He said sitting next to you, “Or we could just stay in here, we could listen to some music, or we could spend the entire day sleeping.” He offered as he put the note in his pocket, “Anything to make my wife feel better, after all we have godchildren to take care, remember?” 

You laughed at his stupidity, “Whatever you’d like to do, Black, I already feel bad enough for making you miss the whole Hogsmeade visit and everything.” You said truly.

Sirius sighed as he opened the windows and threw a big blanket on the floor, letting the sun enter the entire room. He walked to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you to his chest.

“Stop thinking I’m forcing myself to stay here with you, I wanted to stay, I want to stay because I know although you say the opposite you don’t like being alone when you’re upset and I don’t like leaving you alone, Mrs. Black.” He said smiling sadly, putting a lock of your soft hair behind your ear. 

“I’m not your wife, Black, you have too many girlfriends. But thank you, for not leaving me alone.” You smiled cheekily and he pushed you to the white blanket on the crimson carpet. 

You curled up onto each other laughing at how idiotic you were for lying on the floor when there were clearly four beds in the dorm. He looked at you smiling but then he became serious for a moment.

“Why do I have this feeling that you will?” He said staring at you in awe, holding himself on his two arms, towering over you.

“I will what?” You asked confused, staring back at him, your breath getting caught in your throat.

“Be my wife, one day.” He said leaning closer. 

“W-what do you mean, Black?” 

“I don’t know, I just have this feeling that we have a long way to go and we’ll do it together. I just- I don’t know I feel like when I’m with you I don’t want to be anywhere else. And when I’m anywhere else, I want to be with you. ” He said, but you panicked at his sweet words and nothing could get out of your mouth.

“I-I’m sorry, (Y/N), I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable, it just slipped-”

“Do you like me? Like like me?” You asked nervously.

“Of course I like like you, (Y/N). I love you. But it doesn’t matter, you don’t-”

“Don’t be silly, Sirius. I love you too, I just lost my words because I never thought you’d feel the same.” You said genuinely, not knowing what else to say. “Now, could you please kiss me?” You said, smiling teary eyed. “We have godchildren to take care.” You said making him smile and just like that, Sirius laid on his side, wrapping one arm around your back while the other held the back of your neck, “Of course, anything for you, Mrs. Black.” And before you could get your brain to function, his lips were on yours, moving slowly, taking in your taste and the feel of you carefully.

And as your lips came in contact with his through the rest of the day for many times, you silently forgave the bad day you had, after all, if it weren’t for it, maybe you would never have this specific and precious moment with him. Coming to terms that things happen for a reason, you snuggled into his arms even more, engulfing yourself in his smell, glad to be close to what has always been your shelter, but now in a much better way.


A/N: Ahhhhhhhh I feel like this sucked, but I still hope u liked this, love u x

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“I Can’t Lose Her” - Kian Lawley Imagine

Request:  Your imagines are my favorite btw! Can you do an imagine where some of our friends are at the house watching a movie and even though you and kian aren’t together you start ‘teasing eachother’ under the blanket and Jc gets suspicious THANK YOU

‘Everyone, be quiet now!’ Sam said when the movie that we were about to watch started playing. 

Kian and the rest of the guys asked me if I wanted to come over and watch a movie with them. Since I had nothing in planI accepted their invitation.
I love spending time with all of them at the same time, but that doesn’t happen very often since everyone has a busy schedule. The guys travel a lot and I’m still in college so it’s hard to find time to hang out with all of them even though I spend the most time with Kian. All of the guys are my best friends, but with Kian I have some kind of really special relationship. I’m definitely the closest with him and it’s really hard to explain our relationship. A lot of people sometimes think that we’re together, but we just love each other maybe a little bit more than other best friends do. 

‘Shhh, it’s starting.’ Jc said who was sitting on the floor with his back leaned on the couch. Sam and Trevor were also sitting on the floor like Jc, Ricky and Connor on the one side of the couch and Kian and I were laying under a blanket on the other side of the couch. My back was pressed against his body and he had his arm around my waist and chin on my shoulder. 

‘You good?’ He asked quietly. 

‘Mhm’ I murmured.

An hour later…

‘Oh my God, this is so cute.’ I said at the scene where Jason was comforting his girlfriend Lilly with whom he ran away. Her parents didn’t let her be with him because they hated his parents. Lilly’s parents even threatened her if she keeps seeing him that they’ll send her to her aunt in London (btw Lilly lived in New York). Basically, they said they’ll do anything just to break them apart so they had no choice but to run away together. Currently, they were staying at Jason’s friend’s apartment in Philadelphia. Lilly was concerned about the whole situation that they were in so he was comforting her. 

‘Tipical love story.’ Kian said. 

‘I want someone to love me like this.’ I said quietly. 

‘Well, I love you.’ He said making me blush a little. 

‘I know, but that’s not the same.’ 

‘Yeah, it is. I love you even more than he loves her.’ Kian said making me chuckle quietly a little. 

‘Stoop.’ 

‘What?’ He laughed in my neck. ‘Would you run away with me?’ He asked quietly just for me to hear it. 

‘What?’ I asked surprised. 

‘Would you run away with me if I asked you to?’ 

‘I don’t know. Why would you want to run away with me? We don’t have a reason to run away, they do.’ I said.

‘We don’t need one. We could just do it.’ 

‘You’re crazy.’ I said. 

‘So you wouldn’t?’ He asked. ‘Alright.’ He said unwrapping his arms from around me. 

‘Kiaan’ I whined pulling his arms back and putting them to the place they were before. ‘Stop. You know I would.’ I whispered. 

‘You would?’ He asked and I nodded. He smiled and kissed my cheek bringing me even closer to his body if that was even possible. 

An hour later…

I guess I fell asleep during the film because I was woken up by quiet talk between Kian and Jc.

‘You still haven’t answered my question.’ Jc said quietly probably so that he doesn’t wake me up. I was curious what they were talking about so I just kept pretending that I was asleep.

‘What?’ Kian said nervously.

‘What’s that between you and y/n?’

‘What are you talking about?’ Kian asked.

‘Dude, c’mon, don’t play stupid. Like I didn’t see all that cuddling and hear your small talk and all that cute shit that COUPLES do.’ Jc said.

‘Jc, we’re just…very very close best friends.’ He said slowly caressing my arm under the blanket.

‘Yeah, sure. You love her, don’t you?’

‘I do, a lot.’ He said and my heart started beating faster.

‘Do you have, you know like, feelings for her?’ Jc asked again.

‘I-I don’t know..I think I do, but you know..’

‘Why don’t you tell her? I’m like 95% sure that she has feelings for you too.’ Truth.

‘I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I don’t want anything to change. I can’t lose her, Jc.’ Kian said playing with my hair.

Oh, God, he has feelings for me?

‘You two are made for each other, trust me.’ Jc said making Kian smile.

‘I wish she thinks the same.’

If you only knew.

‘Man, I’m tired. I’m gonna go to bed.’ Jc said getting up. ‘Goodnight’

‘Night, man.’ Kian said as Jc left.

I turned on the other side to face Kian. I wraped my arms around him and said quietly ‘You won’t ruin anything and nothing will change. You’ll never lose me, no matter what.’ I looked up at him smiling and his mouth fell open.

‘I-I..’ He sighed and then closed his eyes and smiled. ‘I love you, y/n.’

‘I love you too.’ I said and lifted myself up a little and kissed him.

Sweet Love (Ashley Purdy Imagine)

(Y/N) POV

Today, Ashley and I were hanging out with the guy’s and their girlfriends. After traveling for the past four months and then writing and recording a new album, all of the guys were in need of a break.

“So what are all of y’all’s plans for tonight?” Andy asked walking out to the backyard where we all were and setting beside Juliet.

“I’m just going to go home and sleep.” CC said getting up a stretching.

“I’m going home and packing, again, then tomorrow morning, I have a plane to catch.” Jinxx told him.

“I’m doing what CC is doing and just sleeping.” Jake also said standing up.

“What about you two?” Juliet asked looking and Ashley and I.

“Probably just go home and watch movies or something.” Ashely told her and I just smiled and nodded my head.

“Or something…” Andy said with the wiggle of his eyebrows and smirking.

“Man shut up. What we do does not concern any of you.” Ashely said getting upset.

We haven’t done anything like that and I know it gets to him. I just don’t what him to be upset with me when he finds out why I keep putting him off.

“Dude, I’m just fucking with you two.”

“I know. We’ve got to go anyway.” Ashely said standing up and helping me up.

“Okay. Well, we’ll see you guys later.” Juliet said pulling me into a hug. “Good luck, and don’t let him force you into doing anything.” She whispered in my ear. “I won’t.”

Giving Andy and the rest of the guys hugs, we walked out and got into the car going home.

“You okay?” I asked Ashley worried about him and how he reacted.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
The rest of the car ride was silent, I knew why he was upset. I just don’t know if I can do it.

We walked inside and he went into the living room and I went to the bedroom. I can’t stop thinking of the look he had tonight. I know that we have been together for almost a year now, but I’m still scared. I’m scared that he’ll change his mind about me, or he’ll be disappointed or something. I just don’t know.

I didn’t realize that I walked into the kitchen until I felt arms wrap around my waist.

“Babe are you okay? You ignored me when you walked by.” Ashley asked with worry laced into his voice.

“What? Oh, I’m fine. I was just thinking.”

“Thinking gets your anxiety going babe…”

“It’s nothing.” I said looking down. I can’t tell him.

“No, it’s something (Y/N). Just tell me. You’re
beginning to worry me.” He insisted as he turned me around in his arms.

“It’s hard to say Ash. It’s embarrassing, and I’m scared that you’ll leave me because of it.” I told him still not looking meeting his eyes.

“Baby, nothing you say could make me break up with you. Unless you’re cheating on me.” He said now more worried than before.

“What? No, I’m not cheating on you.” I said.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s the reason what we haven’t done anything…”

“What do you mean?”

“You know… The reason why we haven’t had sex yet.” As I said that he started laughing.

“Ash it’s not funny.”

“That’s what you’ve been thinking so hard on. Babe I don’t care about that. It’s fine.”

“No it’s not. Ash, the reason behind it is so embarrassing. I’m a fucking adult and I’m embarrassed to even say it.”

“Baby. Just tell me.”

“Ash I’m a umm”

“Babe please.”

“I’m still a virgin.” I whispered looking down at my hands.

He didn’t say anything for a while.

“See, I knew this would happen.” I told him getting out of his arms and walking into the living room and sat on the couch.

“(Y/N), seriously, you think I’m upset about this?” he asked in disbelief.

“Well, you didn’t say anything. For all I know, you could have been thinking about leaving me.”

Right after I said that, he grabbed my chin and kissed me. At first it started out soft and sweet but it soon turn to lust and passion.

“I would never do that. But let me ask you something.” Ashley said pulling away.

“Okay?”

“Do you trust me?” he asked me looking into my eyes.

“Yes, why wouldn’t I?”

“Then if you trust me. Believe me when I say, it’s okay that we haven’t had sex. We can do it when you’re ready.”

After he said that I knew that he meant it. I knew that he wouldn’t leave me. Maybe I could do this, maybe I could give the man that loved me my virginity. I kissed him again, but this time a little different. There was love, and passion.

This kiss soon turned into a make out session, he moved from my lips to my jaw line and down my neck. Once he got to the base of my neck right where it meets with my shoulder, he started sucking. He then moved cross my collar bone to the other side, did the same thing and came back up to my lips.

“Ash, promise me that if we do this, you won’t hurt me afterwards?”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Then let’s do it.”

“You sure? I don’t want you to feel like I’m forcing you.”

“You’re not, as long as you promise not to hurt me.”

“I promise.”

As soon as he said those words, I kissed him. He pulled me into his lap and lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked us towards the bedroom. Once in there, he laid me down on the bed, and kissed down my neck to collar bone. He slowly moved his hands down my breast, to my abdomen all the way to the hem of shirt. As he was sliding the shirt up, he kissed the skin that was now becoming visible. He got the shirt to my neck and I lifted my arms and head, and he pulled it over them. Then sliding his around to my back, he unclasped my bra and pulled it off. As soon as he did that, I moved my hands to cover my chest.

“Baby, no, don’t.”

He pulled my hands away and moved them to my sides.

“You’re beautiful and I don’t want you to cover up anything. Okay?”

He said and kissed me softly, I nodded my head at him and smiled.

“You know, it’s not fair that I’m shirtless and you still have yours on.”

I moved my hands to the hem of his shirt, and pulled up and over his head. I ran my hands down his chest, to his ‘outlaw’ tattoo, all the down to his abs, and back up again.

“Yeah, yeah. But if you don’t stop what you’re doing now, it’s going to be hard for me to focus on you.”

He then, moved his hands to the button of my shorts, and unbutton them. He pulled them and my panties down all at once. I was now completely nude in front of him, he just stared at me and smiled.

“(Y/N), I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Ash.”

He bent back down over me and started to kiss me again. In this kiss, I could feel the love he had for me.

“I want you to know, that when I thrust in, that it is going to hurt, and that it will be uncomfortable, but the pain with be replaced with pleasure.”

I just nodded at him, he then pulled off his pants and boxers off,and I just started at him. He leaned over and opened the drawer in his bedside table and pulled out a condom, ripping the packaging opened, he rolled it on to his length.

“Okay, this is going to feel weird. But I’m going to see just how tight you are okay?”

Once again, nervous as fuck, I nodded at him. I trusted him and I knew that he would never hurt me on purpose.

He slid one finger in, and then other. I squinted when he slid the second finger in.

“Okay, well, this is for sure going hurt you, (Y/N). But for me it’s going to be amazing. That sounded like I’m trying to be an asshole, but I’m not, the tighter a girl is the more pleasure the guy feels. Baby, I swear, if I starting hurting you, please let me know.”

“I will.”

As soon as I said that, he kissed me. Lining himself up with my core, he slowly pushed himself in. I griped his shoulders hard with my hands, leaving nail marks.

“Baby, I’m only halfway.” He whispered into my ear, and kissing my neck.

“Give me a minute.”

He waited, once that little bit of pain I felt went away, I grinded against him. Which, he took as a sign and pushed himself all the way in. He was right, it hurt. It hurt badly too. But he didn’t move.

“Let me know sweetheart.” He said as he kissed me on the lips and neck trying to take my mind off of the pain.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes. Just like with before, I grinded against him again and he moved.

Thrusting, in and out, slowly, kissing me and proving what he said. Proving that he loved me, and would never hurt me. I scratched down his back with my nails and he let out a deep moan from his throat, I did that again. He kissed me hard the second time I did, and I moaned into his mouth.

“Ash”

“(Y/N)”

“mmmmm”

I couldn’t form words, once again, he was right, the pain turned into pleasure.

“Go a little faster babe.”

“You sure?”

“Yes”

He moved faster, and the pleasure became stronger. We were both moaning each other’s names, saying I love you as well.

“Babe, I… I think I’m close.” I told him felling that pressure in the pit of my stomach that everyone talks about.

“Me too, baby, me too.” He grunted in my ear.

“Do want to come together baby?” he whispered into my ear.

“mmhm.” I responded.

He grabbed my hands with his, and interlocked our fingers together and placed them beside my head.

“On three. One, two, three.”

We kissed each other hard and came together. He laid down his elbows and put all his weight on them. He pulled out and it hurt. He took the condom off and threw it away in the waste basket that was beside our bed, afterwards he pulled the blankets out from under me and wrapped them around us. We cuddled together, trying to get our breath back. Once we were breathing normally again, he kissed me.

“Thank you, (Y/N)”

“For what?”

“Giving me the one thing that you were scarred of letting go of.”

I blushed and kissed him again.

“Thank you for being the one that I trusted. Also, thank you for loving me.”

“I will always love you (Y/N), no matter what.”

“And I will always love you, Ash. My outlaw.”

After that, we fell asleep, wrapped in each other arms.

Just Benefits: John Murphy Imagine

(Y/n) was suppose to hate him, everyone hated him in some sort of sense. John Murphy was always pinned up as the bad guy. He did some pretty crude stuff so it was easy to blame him. But I couldn’t help myself but be so attracted to him.

It all started out so easy, so simple.

I was sitting by the fire watching as every teenager started to drink more and more. It was quite a sight to see. I just smiled before drowning the rest of the moonshine.

“And the princess is drinking tonight.” Murphy teased as he plopped down next to me.

“Yeah? Are you now?” I teased back making him smirk.

“Cheers to that.” He said as he raised his own moonshine. It didn’t take long for the both of us to be tipsy. Murphy’s hands were gripping my hips as he pulled me on top of him.

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anonymous asked:

23... because I want to give you that dream date.

23. describe your dream date: 

My dream date would be simple. I would love to grab a blanket, pack a few snacks or sandwiches, find a dark spot somewhere and lay out under the stars and just talk all night. Some of my fondest conversations happened late at night. I’m also a huge nerd for the stars. When it gets chilly, I can wrap my arms around you and we’d cuddle, if that’s okay with you. 

wait…..you want to give me that dream date??? WHAT?????

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killergirlfuria  asked:

Well then, introductions aside, I actually want something. Toshinori (All Might's true form) teeth-rotting domestic fluff and cuddles, a scenario. Like, I dunno, It's cold and they're cuddling under blanket with female reader or sth. I just need fluff in my life.

Aw yus, fluff is always fun to write ʕง•ᴥ•ʔง

It had been snowing all day outside, it was the first day of snows which would continue throughout the winter and there had been little villain activity that day. As such, Toshinori had decided to return home early. He had returned to find the house freezing and you under a pile of blankets in the living room. When he got close enough to you, you pulled him under the blankets with you. “Finally! You’re home!” 

Toshinori chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, “Missed me?”

You looked at him with a pout, “The heater broke and its been cold all day! It’s hard to stay warm if you’re not here.”

“Then this is the perfect situation for,” suddenly there was a puff of smoke, “All Might!”

Toshinori had returned to his hero form, causing most of the blankets to fly off you two. “This is the perfect form for this!” his ridiculous hero laugh sounded around the room. 

You hit the back of his head lightly, “No stupid, I want to cuddle with your regular form.” 

He returned to his regular form, a bright blush crawling up his neck. You smiled up at him, “Come on, it’s cold,” you tugged him towards you. He easily complied and let himself be pulled into your arms. He grabbed some of the blankets and wrapped the both of you in them. He set his head on top of yours, one arm wrapped around you and his other hand running through your hair. You held him close contently, “Hmm your warm…”

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“Choosing me like this over my hero form.”

You looked up at him, “Of course, I like you in your true form.” You pressed a quick kiss to his nose, “I love your true form, and I’m one of the few people who gets to see it. I don’t care what anyone else thinks, I love it.”

Toshinori had a wide smile on his face, “I love you,” he pressed a quick kiss to your lips, “I love you.” He was pressing quick, sweet butterfly kisses all over your face. 

You laughed softly, “I love you too,” you were enjoying all the attention he was showering onto you. 

“No, I love you, I always will, nothing will ever change that.” 

I’ll always love you too, forever and always, in your hero form or your regular form.” 

Bad Case Of The Sniffles- Bucky

Continuation of this original request:  I am currently so sick, my nose burns. Could you do a one shot of Steve and/or Bucky and/or Various Avengers taking care of a sick reader? There could be some romance, but just a lot of fluff… Thanks <3

A/N: Okay, this is the final part of Bad Case Of The Sniffles.I know it’s a little shorter but I really hope you guys like this one as much as you liked Steve’s part!!

Word Count: 892

Steve

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A harsh knocking at my door rouses me from a shallow sleep, headache pounding in my head. I peek at the clock to find that it’s nearly 10 am. I was supposed to be awake and in the gym, ready for training an hour and a half ago. Steve must be pissed.

Groaning, I roll over and pull my duvet over my head to try and block out the noise, hoping that if I don’t answer who ever it is will go away. Sadly it doesn’t work and the person opens the door and enters my room.

“(Y/N)?” It’s Bucky.

“Hmm?” I roll back over to face him only to be met with a massive pang of pain when the seemingly blinding light from the doorway reaches my eyes. “Ugh, could you close the door?”

“Why?” He asks.

“Migraine.” I answer, covering my eyes with my hands in an attempt to block out the light.

“Oh,” He says, much more quietly than his previous words. He gently closes the door behind himself as he comes further into the room to sit cross-legged next to my bed, facing me.

“Yeah,” I grimace.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” He asks, resting his chin on the edge of my mattress.

“Nothing I can think of.” I shrug at him. Reaching up with his right hand, he presses his palm to my forehead. It’s refreshingly cool against my skin and I make a sad whining noise when he pulls away.

“You’re burning up, babe.” He says, pushing hair out of my face before rising to his feet. “I’m gonna go see if I can find anything to bring down your fever and maybe something to help with your migraine, if that’s even possible.”

“Alright.”

I close my eyes, squeezing them tightly shut against the light as he opens the door to exit. Once he’s gone I roll back over, pulling my blanket over my head and trying to go back to sleep. Sadly, despite my efforts, I can’t seem to drown out the pounding in my head long enough to drift off. I just end up curled up in the fetal position till Bucky slips back into my room.

When I hear him come in, I roll over once again to face him but this time I overestimate the distance I need to roll and end up rolling over the side of the bed and falling to the floor.

“Ack!” I cry when my body makes contact with the hardwood with a rather loud thud.

“(Y/N)!?” Bucky says, dropping to his knees next to me. “Are you hurt?”

“Yeah, no, I’m good. Don’t worry, Buck.” I say, slowly sitting up. “That was definitely more of an adventure than I wanted today.”

“Falling off of your bed was an adventure?” He chuckles, placing his hand in the small of my back to support me.

“Well, I mean, a little yeah.” I respond, smiling up at him. “All I was planning on doing was staying in bed all day, so it was kind of an adventure.”

“If you say so.”  He hoists me to my feet and helps me sit back down on the bed before sitting down next to me.

“Did you bring the pain meds?” I ask.

“Huh? Oh yeah.” He takes a little pill bag out of his pocket. “All I could find was extra strength tylenol. Will that be enough?”

“Yeah, probably.” I nod, taking the medication from him and heading to the bathroom to get some water.

After a moment of fumbling around in the dark, I manage to fill a rinse cup with water and take the tylenol. After, I shuffle back to my bed. Bucky is still sitting on the edge waiting for me to come back.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to help you?” He asks as I crawl back into bed and under the covers.

“Well,” I lift the comforter and pat the empty space on the bed next to me. “You could stay in bed with me.”

“Really?” He asks cocking an eyebrow.

“Hey, I’m tired and I’m cold and all I’m asking is for some quality cuddling time with my boyfriend.” I respond, shrugging. “I mean, if you don’t want to you can go.”

He sighs loudly, but he’s smiling at me. Quietly he scoots over and lays next to me, wrapping his arms around my torso and bringing me closer to him. Curling into his chest, I pull the blankets up around us.

“Was Steve upset with me for missing training today?” I ask.

“Nah,” Bucky answers. “You’ve never missed without a good reason. He knew that you probably weren’t well.”

“Well that’s good.”

We lay in silence for a short while, the space between the blankets getting warmer and warmer by the second.

“Sorry for tearing you away from your plans for today, Bucky.” I say.

“What?”

“You came to wake me up, and yet, here we are in my bed. You probably didn’t get anything you wanted to done today. I’m sorry.” I clarify.

“It’s fine.” He says quietly, rubbing his hand up and down my back. “My plan was to spend the day with you. I got everything I wanted.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Thank you, James.” I say, somewhat drowsily.

“Of course, (Y/N).”

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Not, Not Together: 10k Imagine

The sun slowly started to set leaving the skies in shades of deep colors. The translation from day to night was absolutely beautiful even during a zombie apocalypse. The group has agreed on setting up camp for the night to rest. A camp fire was started as a last hope in staying warm in the night. Just as the sun left us so did the warmth. Everyone crowded around the fire with false hope of keeping warm. Fires weren’t the best. The closest part of your body to the fire seemed as if was burning and the rest was freezing.

I slid in next to 10k as he sat leaning against the truck. Tonight everyone seemed in a haze. I subconsciously moved closer to 10k when I felt the wind pick up. He didn’t move away. He just sat there letting me push up against his side.

Doc started to go on about some crazy stories making the group laugh, making this feel normal again. The topics changed from home life to worst job experiences to awkward first loves.

10k seemed to shift beside me before his arm went around me. I had to bite my lip to hold back my smile. It was a subtle move but it made my heart race.

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A Kiss In The Rain - Phil Lester

Your POV
I met Dan years ago while we were both attending the University of Manchester. We quickly became friends, and here we are now, years later, and he’s my best friend in the world. When Dan introduced me to Phil, I thought he was a really nice guy, and rather attractive, too. He was kind of shy, as was I. There was something about him.

Here we are, years later. Dan and Phil moved to London together, as did I. I live in a flat a few blocks away from them, so I always walk over to their flat to eat their food and watch their tv. Not that they have a problem with it. When I was at their house I usually spent time with Dan, as he was my best friend, and Phil was still shy around me. I was starting to suspect that he might have a crush on me. I hoped he did, because I secretly had a major one on him.
My theory proved right one day when me and Dan were cuddling on the couch watching a movie. Not in a romantic way of course, just as friends. Anyways, Phil walked out of his room and saw us snuggled up together. “Hey Phil,” I said, looking up at him. I saw his entire facial expression change, was he jealous? “I didn’t know you two were dating,” he spit out. Yep, he was.
Me and Dan started cracking up. “Phil don’t you think I would’ve told you if we were. And besides, what in the hell makes you think that?” Dan laughed.
“You’re all cuddled up together watching a movie. Isn’t that what people in relationships do?”
“Well yeah, but friends can do it, too.”
“Oh. Um, I’m sorry. I’m gonna go back to my room now,” he mumbled, face turning red before shuffling back to his bedroom.

“What was that?” I asked Dan.
“I don’t know. I have a hunch, though.”
“Oh dear, and what’s that?”
“I think he likes you.”
I felt my face get hot. “Really? No. No way. He doesn’t like me What makes you say that?”
A huge grin formed on Dan’s face. “You like him.”
My face got even more red. “No,” I lied.
“You’re a terrible liar y/n.”
“Uh, I better be getting home. My houseplants must be getting lonely,” I say, getting up for, the couch.
“I swear, you’re the girl version of Phil.”
“Shut up, Howell.” I put my coat on and awkwardly shuffled out of the door, only to hear Dan crack up as soon as I shut it. “Shut up, Dan!” I yelled, now laughing myself. On my walk home, I began to contemplate what had happened. Phil did appear to be jealous that I was cuddling with Dan, but there’s no way he could like me. But, Dan is his best friend, and he said he probably does, so I might just have a chance.

Dan’s POV
After laughing to myself for a few moments, I got off of the couch and went to Phil’s room. After a few knocks, he opened the door. “What do you need, Dan?” Phil sighed.
“Do you like her?”
Phil’s face got hot. “Who?”
“Don’t play stupid, Phil. You know who I’m talking about,” I crossed my arms and leaned on the doorway.
“No I actually don’t,” Phil lied, sitting on his bed.
“You’re an awful liar Phil, like someone else I know.”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
“Oh, quit playing games, Phil. I know you like y/n. I’ve suspected it for awhile but what just happened proved it.”
Phil sighed, putting his head in his hands. “Maybe I do. But that doesn’t matter, she clearly likes you.”
“What in the hell makes you think that?”
“She was cuddling you.”
“That means nothing. We’ve always done that. Friends can cuddle, Phil. And I happen to know she likes someone else.”
I saw Phil’s face drop. “Who?” He asked sadly.
“You.”

Phil’s POV

My heart started pounding. Had Dan really just told me that y/n liked me back?
“Really?”
“Yes. She’s the girl version of you, Phil. Do you know what she said when she left? She said that her houseplants were getting lonely.”
I smiled. “Does she really like me, Dan?”
“Yes she does, Phil. You need to talk ask her out.”
“What? No! What if she rejects me?” I panicked.
“Phil, she won’t, trust me,” Dan tried to reassure me.
“But, I’m nervous,” I admitted.
“I think I can help you out with that,” Dan said before strutting out of my room with the biggest smirk on his face.

Your POV

My phone rang, Dan’s contact name popping up on the screen. “Hello?” I answered.
“He likes you.”
“Seriously?!” I exclaimed, a little too excited. I cleared my throat. “Um, seriously?”
Dan chuckled. “Yes seriously.”
“Oh my God.”
“One problem, though.”
I felt my heart drop. “W-what?”
“He’s nervous to ask you out. He’s afraid you’ll reject him.”
“Why on earth would I reject him?”
“I don’t know, you two are literally perfect for each other. You both love houseplants, you’re both little rays of sunshine, you both love Buffy, and you’re both terrible liars!”
“I’m not a terrible liar,” I retorted.
“Bitch, please,” Dan sassed.
“Hey!”
Dan laughed.
“Anyway, do you have any advice? How do I go about this situation? I’m scared, Dan.”
“Don’t be scared, y/n. Everything will be fine. Just talk to him.”
I sighed. “Alright, I need some time to think about this, talk to you later, Dan.” I hung up.
I decided that I needed to talk to Phil now. I grabbed my coat and ran out the door.

Phil’s POV

I decided that now was the time. I was going to march myself over to y/n’s apartment and talk to her. I tried to walk past Dan, but he stopped me. “Where are you off too?” He smirked. “Nowhere.”
I slid past him and out the door. I had to talk to y/n.

Your POV

“Great, it’s raining. I fucking love London weather,” I mumbled to myself, picking up my pace in the pouring rain.

“Y/n?”
I heard my name being called. The voice sounded so familiar.

“Phil?” I called back.

Phil’s POV

“Phil?”
Was that her? It had to be.

“Y/n!” I yelled again.
It was pouring rain, but I could just make out a figure rushing towards me.

Your POV

I saw his tall, lanky figure running towards me. “Phil!”

We embraced, feeling each other shiver in the cold London rain.

“Phil, I was coming to talk to you.”
“As was I, y/n. There’s something I need to tell you.”
I didn’t even let him finish what he was saying, I kissed him. I kissed him with so much passion. All the years I’ve been wanting to do this, and it finally happened. He kissed me back with such force, wrapping his arms around me, deepening the kiss. We pulled away a few moments later.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long, y/n. I’ve liked you ever since I laid eyes on you. I’ve never had the courage to tell you this, but, I think I’m in love with you.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Oh Phil, I’m in love with you too!”
He pulled me into him again, kissing me with more lust and passion than before. We kissed for what felt like an eternity, but when we pulled away I only wanted more.

“What do you say we go back to my place and watch a movie?” Phil suggested.
“I’d love to.” I took his hand and we walked back to his flat.

We sat on their couch, all cuddled up under a blanket, my head on his shoulder and his arms wrapped tightly around me. He had given me some pajamas to wear, which I was grateful for.

“Aw, look at the lovebirds.”
I turned to face Dan, who was leaning against the doorframe grinning at us.
“Oh, shut up, Dan!” I laughed.
“I knew this would happen. I ship it.”
“I do too,” Phil said before kissing me.
“God, get a room if you’re gonna do that! Not on the couch!” Dan covered his eyes and walked away.
I giggled and kissed Phil again. “I love you, Phil.”
“I love you, too y/n.”