i was glad he was in a blue shirt

gorillaz-imagines  asked:

🎃 or ❌ for our beautiful blue beanpole, 2D?

Or even like 👕 haha sorry for the spam💜💜💜love your blog

No worries!! I’m glad you like my blog, I love your blog too!! We should interact more often tbh :v

  • 🎃 OC in a costume they’d wear for Halloween 

I technically cheated with that one… but I couldn’t get it out of my head. He looks adorable.

  • ❌ OC in something they would absolutely never wear 

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  • 👕 OC in a T-shirt with something stupid printed on it (think Zazzle) 
47. Metal Arm Kink

Word Count: 3,139
A/N: I got super carried away with this and I really hope I didn’t ramble and it comes off the way I want it to. Hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Bucky overhears Y/N talking with Natasha and Wanda about the things she wants him to do to her with his metal fingers. He’s happy to oblige. 
Written by: @mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes

Originally posted by retardell

As you walked into the compound, a bottle of wine in each hand, you couldn’t help the excitement bubbling in your chest. When you entered the common room, you were happy to see Natasha and Wanda already there, pizza and chips on the coffee table, and wine glasses ready to be filled. They looked up when you entered, cheering when they saw the alcohol in your hand. You sat on the floor with the couch to your back and handed Nat one of the bottles.

 “I’m so glad we’re doing this.” Wanda said as you opened the bottle of white wine and poured yourself a glass. “It feels like there’s so much testosterone in this place. It’ll be nice to be just us girls for a few hours.” You kicked your shoes off and leaned back, drink in hand. The guys had all decided that they needed a night out to relieve some stress. We had decided that a night involving sweaty, drunken strangers wasn’t something we were feeling so we decided to enjoy the quiet and have a girls’ night in.

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Requests: “Hello :) May I send you a Bucky request where you were his first love after his Winter Soldier time and now lived with him in Bucharest. Then he gets manipulated again and doesn’t recognize you anymore. Sometime later you get hurt during an attack really bad and when Bucky sees you laying bleeding and unconscious on the Asphalt, it clicks in his head and he gets back to “normal” again. He stays then at your bedside, caring for you & promising to become a better Person for you :) <3 Thank you :)” (Credits to gif owners!)

“Do you want to talk about it?” Natasha took her seat next to the girl who seemed so distant. So far away from everybody else. She was literally choking on heartbreak and betrayal. It was all that surrounded Y/N’s aura. Natasha ran her hand softly down the girl’s arm and tried to comfort her as best as she could. But the attempts didn’t seem like they made the slightest difference.

She was innocent. Anybody on the team could see that. Confusion laced her features as well as a raw emotion in her voice when she finally spoke. But that was rare, especially in the two days she was taken in by The Avengers. Natasha was trying her best to become Y/N’s friend but there was no effort on the girl’s part. Her problem? Falling in love with Barnes. Another problem? Y/N didn’t even know what was happening.

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maxwellandlovelace  asked:

Hey! My birthday is March 25 (the big 3-0). I love smutty!everlark (preferably rated E) and Peeta in a uniform. That would be an awesome present, but I'd be happy with anything=) I think you're doing such a great job with this blog. It's a wonderful idea!<3

Originally posted by omgitslish


Grattis på födelsedagen!! Wishing you a wonderful birthday @maxwellandlovelace. To help you celebrate in style, the always incredible @katnissdoesnotfollowback has written this wonderful slice of Everlark, just for you!


All’s Fair

WARNINGS: RATED M for mild language, immature pranks, and smut. Everlark college/military cadets AU. ;-)

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“You sure you know how to pick one of these things?”

“Yep,” I whisper as I continue to work quietly. Not as fast as I’d like since my hands are shaking.

“Damn, Everdeen, where’d you learn to pick a lock?”

“Senior prank in high school,” Gale explains to them quietly. “I hotwired the principal’s car and she picked the lock on the hockey rink so we could park it on the ice.”

“Nice,” Mitchell says.

“You scare me, Everdeen,” someone else mutters. A third snorts in response and Gale reminds them to keep their eyes open.

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The first fight they have after they are officially together surprises Dean. He isn’t even aware that Cas is angry with him. Sure, Cas has been a little quiet all day, but that isn’t so unusual that Dean had worried. It catches him totally off guard when Cas finally turns to him as they are undressing for bed, crosses his arms, and sticks his chin out.

“Are you going to apologize?”

Dean opens and closes his mouth once before answering. “What?” It’s all he can come up with, because he honestly has no idea what’s going on.

“You don’t even know you forgot, do you?”

“Forgot what?”

Cas narrows his eyes accusingly. “You forgot that I’ve been living with you for exactly one month today.”

Dean shakes his head. “Cas, you’ve been in and out of the bunker since we found it. You stayed here a long time before we got together.”

“No,” Cas uncrosses his arms and balls his fists at his sides. It’s not remotely threatening, just a way to ease his frustration, and Dean has to hide a smile at his pissed off angel. “Living here. In your room.”

Oh.

“Was I…were we supposed to celebrate that?”

Cas sticks his chin out even further. Dean’s never seen him truly pout before, and it’s partly completely adorable and partly ridiculous, and Dean loves both sides. “Don’t humans celebrate things like that?”

Dean lets his smile show. “I guess they do.”

“You forgot,” Cas says again, a little softer now that the fight’s gone out of him.

Dean watches as Cas pulls on one of his old t-shirts, his dark hair sticking up everywhere. His blue tie hangs over the back of Dean’s chair, and his angel blade hangs with Dean’s weapons.

“Hey,” Dean says, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Cas. Cas doesn’t hug him back, but he does rest his chin on Dean’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know this was a big deal.”

Cas sighs heavily and scoots a little closer, and Dean knows he’s won.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he tells him. “Really glad you’re with me.” Dean doesn’t have to try at all to sound like he means it. Everything he feels is right there in his voice.

Cas nods and finally hugs him back. “Let’s go to bed,” he smiles.

“You’re really cute when you’re mad,” Dean grins as they lie down.

Cas snuggles into Dean’s chest, nose rubbing against his neck. “Shut up.”

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Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Request: “Can you do a Supernatural one-shot where the reader is kidnapped and tortured by a demon and Sam has to save her? 👌 ”

Warnings: Blood, being tortured, violence… that’s it, I guess

Word Count: 1134

Notes: I think I’m more of a Sam girl lol -Lottie

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Tutor (M) - Zhang Yixing

A/N: I loved this request so much! It was so much fun to write this. Hope everyone likes it! -Admin Grace


Genre: Smut, fluff

Length: 1.7k

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Sleepless London Night- Jack Maynard Imagine

Word Count: 1,072

Request:  Hey cutie! I was wondering if you could write a jack one where y/n and him live apart and one night she can’t sleep so she calls him and he comes over to be with her💜 in love with your writing!! 

Author's Note: I apologize if this isn’t my best. I just got out having some writer’s block, but I still think it’s cute. Please be kind x

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10:00 pm-
You were sat on the sofa watching Netflix, having a chilled night in. While also texting your boyfriend Jack. He had just gotten home from VidCon Amsterdam. You missed him terribly while he was away, but you were glad he got to see and meet his fans. He snapped you some cute kissy faces, telling you how much he missed you.

11:00 pm-Jack called you to say goodnight, like he always did. Wishing you sweet dreams and that he couldn’t wait to see you tomorrow.

You slipped on one of his t-shirts you stole, to wear as pajamas. It still smelled like him. His cologne lingered in the fabric. It made you feel like he was with you even when he wasn’t.

After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you made your way over to your bed. You climbed in, wrapping your body in the soft duvet. You raised your arm up to shut off the light off, then made yourself comfortable. Nuzzling your face into the pillow, you closed your eyes gently, looking forward to the morning to come.

2:00 am-It had been a few hours since you laid down to go to sleep. Well that was your intention, except you couldn’t sleep.

There you were, wide awake in your room staring at the ceiling. Everything was quiet and still. Everything except your mind, it just wouldn’t shut off.

You tried doing different things to make yourself tired. Listening to soothing music, drinking tea, fluffing your pillows, turning on a fan. You were so desperate, you even tried counting sheep. Nothing seemed to work.

3:30 am-This is getting ridiculous

You tossed and turned in your duvet, annoyed you were still awake. You unraveled yourself from the cocoon of blankets, crossed your arms, and let out a deep sigh. Lying there in exhaustion, you reached for your phone on the nightstand beside you. Once it was unlocked, you decided to make a phone call.

Please pick up

It rang a few times before a familiar, sleepy voice answered, “Hellooo?”

“Babe I can’t sleep.”

“(Y/N) it’s 3 am.” he groaned.

“I know but I can’t sleep. I’ve tried everything and nothing has worked! And I’m all alone. Could you maybe come over and sleep here?”

He let out a sigh,”You really want me to come over there?”

“Please I need you.” you pleaded into the phone.

He took a deep breath, “Alright gorgeous, I’ll head over right now. I’ll see you in like 30 minutes.”

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4:00 am-You heard your door unlock and footsteps dragging across the floor. The footsteps were getting closer. Suddenly appeared your tired, zombie like boyfriend in the doorway. He trudged over to you wearing a grey hoodie and black gym shorts, paired with some Nike slides on his feet. You could tell he just had rolled out of bed because his hair was fluffed and a little bit curled. A piece of his disheveled hair stuck out, making you laugh a little.

“What’s so funny?” he asked groggily.

“You have bed head sticking out of your hood.” you explained as you swept back his blonde locks.

He slumped down on the side of the bed, taking off his sweatshirt, slowly reaching for the duvet. He snuggled in, pulling you into his side.

“I missed you so much. I’m glad you came.” resting your head into his chest.

“I missed you too princess. And of course I came.” He whispered while tracing little circles on your back with his fingers.

You pulled away slightly, gazing up him to meet his tired, blue eyes. He gave you a smile and leaned into your lips for a kiss.

When your lips parted, Jack quickly looked down, “Is that my Guns N Roses t-shirt?”

You pulled the duvet up over your face, “Maybeee.” you giggled, peeking your eyes back out at him.

He shot you a surprised look, “I’ve been looking for that for bloody ages! You little thief!”

“Oh well! Looks better on me anyway.” Jack stuck out his lip in a pout, giving you puppy dog eyes. “Alright, alright It looks good on both of us.” you admitted with a sigh.

A smile spread across his face as he pressed another kiss to your lips. “(Y/N) can I ask you something?”

You nodded.

“Did you call me over here because you couldn’t sleep? Or because you missed me and couldn’t wait to see me?”

You paused and thought about his question for a minute. “I guess maybe both. I hate being away from you.”

Jack brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it, “Aw I know (Y/N). It’s hard with me traveling for work and living a half hour away, isn’t it?”

That’s when you got an idea

“You know…we wouldn’t have to miss each other so much, if we lived together.” you suggested. You weren’t entirely sure how he would react. It’s not like neither of you had ever thought about it before, but it wasn’t something that had been discussed. You could see him processing what your proposal.

He tilted his head, “You know what? That sounds like a great idea.”

“Are you sure? Could you handle me living with me 24/7 and stealing more of your shirts?”

“I’m pretty sure. And that’s alright. I love seeing you in my shirts, but I love you more. Let’s do it.”

He winked at you, making you smile like an idiot, “I love you most.”

You couldn’t wait to do this all the time. No more sleepless nights alone. Just you and Jack.

Your tender moment was cut short, you quickly thought to yourself, What time is it?

You shot up, untangling yourself from Jack and reached for your phone. 5:30 am

Slinking back down into your side of the bed, you laughed to yourself. The exhaustion had definitely set in.

“What?” Jack asked with a confused expression.

You showed him your phone screen, the time displayed for him to read.

He giggled and shrugged his shoulders, “Oh well. Now we have an excuse to stay in bed and cuddle all day.”

And that’s just what you did. Even though the rest of the world was just waking up and starting their day, you two were in a world of your own, asleep in each other’s embrace. A lonely, sleepless night turned into a wonderful memory.

One Pt.1

Originally posted by khunwufan

Group: EXO
Member: Sehun x OC
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Word count: 3834
A/N: The second to last part. I don’t know much about line up of exordium so if it’s wrong I’m sorry.

One Night Stand | One Night | One Pt. 1 | One Pt. 2



The next day Sehun, Joonmyun, and I have meeting with their manager. The three of us enter SM Entertainment and go to their manager’s office. “I’ve scheduled a doctor’s appointment in two days, but I have rules if you two are going to keep the baby” Their manager informs us. “You two may be seen in public until Y/N starts showing. Y/N is on house arrest after she starts showing. This is honestly convenient because I was looking for a big enough house for you nine boys. Anyway, once I find one Y/N will move in” Their manager explains the plan to us. “Do the rest of the boys know?” He ask us.

“Out of the eight of us Kyungsoo and I know” Joonmyun tells him. He nods and writes something on a sticky note, “This is the information you need for your doctor’s appointment” He hands me the sticky note. “Be careful of what you two do in public now, okay?” He says sternly. Joonmyun, Sehun and I get up to leave. “We will have another meeting in a few months about this” Their manager escorts us out. We drive back to the dorm and just kind of hang out. “How do we tell the rest of them?” I ask Sehun. Sehun shrugs, “Guys! Exo meeting” All the boys come downstairs into the living room.

Sehun stands up from the couch, “I’m glad you all could come to this meeting.” I giggle as Sehun talks to his bandmates. “I’ve called you here for a very good reason,” Sehun paces in front of the boys “I’ve fallen in love with a girl. You probably know her, she goes by the name of Y/N. Anyway, after we had amazing sex I realized I liked her. She became very close to all of us in the last month and a half. I guess what I’m trying to say is-” I cut Sehun off. “I’m pregnant” I switch my position on the couch so I’m laying down and put my hands behind my head. “Wow, thanks for that” Sehun says boringly.

“Wait, Sehun, were you trying to tell us your pull out game is weak” Jongin cracks up. “Why does that not surprise me” Baekhyun comments. “I was trying to tell you guys in a very romantic way” Sehun defends. “It stopped being romantic the minute you started talking about sex” Chanyeol howls. “I agree with him” I point to Chanyeol as Sehun glares at me. I stand up and join Sehun, “Though we can’t talk about the pregnancy outside of this house, you all will get a t-shirt that says uncle squad” I announce. The boys all cheer. Baekhyun and Jongdae snicker, “Sehun’s pull out game is weak.” Sehun groans and smacks them both.

“So you’re about a month and a half?” Minseok asks. I nod my head and he smiles. “Good luck you’re kid will be a brat” He whispers in my ear. I chuckle at the comment as I think he’s not completely wrong. “Oh, so is that why you and Sehun were outside the other day?” Yixing asks me. “You saw that?” I ask. “Yeah I was sitting in my room, and I saw you and Sehun talking then you ran off” He explains. “Oh, yeah” I say awkwardly.

Two days later

“Y/F/N” The nurse announces catching me and Sehun’s attention. “Yes, that’s me” I answer as I stand up and follow her. She takes us into an examination room. Everything is white or gray and smells really clean. Sehun squeezes my hand and I give him a comforting smile. The nurse takes all my information, “The doctor will be in soon to see you.” Now, it’s just Sehun and I in the room and I glance around nervously. “Y’know I’ve never really liked hospitals” I say with a frown. “Why is that, baby” Sehun rubs the back of my hand with his thumb. “My brother was in a car accident, he had a chance of not making it, it made me so mad that he was gonna leave me here with the two people who didn’t love me but he got better” I squeeze Sehun’s hand and he kisses my hand. “Well-” Sehun gets cut off by the doctor.

“Hello, Y/N” The doctor greets us. “I’m Dr. Jung, now let’s have a look at your baby” She smiles as she gets a tube of blue gel. “You must be the father” Dr. Jung smiles at Sehun, “Glad you could be here.” I lift my shirt as she puts a dollop of blue gel on my stomach. Dr. Jung turns on the monitor and rubs the device around on my stomach. “Your baby is about 7 weeks and it’s healthy” I smile at Sehun as he stares at the monitor in awe. “That’s…that’s my baby?” He asks, eyes never leaving the screen. “Yes” Dr. Jung says. “I think we’ll need two prints of this” I chuckle to Dr. Jung. “I think so too” She looks between me and Sehun. “Here are your prints” She hands me two copies and wipes off the gel.

“What size is the baby right now?” Sehun asks. I wonder what he’s thinking right now with everything that’s going on. “It’s about the size of a blueberry” Dr. Jung explains as she escorts us out. “Thank you Dr. Jung” I shake her hand. “I expect to see you back here in two months” She waves us off. “This is most amazing thing I have ever seen in my entire life” Sehun says as we walk out to the car. “In seven months you get to hold that in your arms” I comment. “Oh my god I might cry” Sehun says as he gets into the driver side of the car. Sehun starts the car, “So be honest what’s going through your head right now?” I ask. “Honestly, I can never look at blueberries again without thinking I’m a cannibal. And everything that happened today just made me think ‘Wow this is real, I’m not dreaming’ and it’s crazy, y'know? Like I’m gonna be a father and you’re the mother and it’s a little me like and the boys oh my god they’re gonna be uncles and then apart of me is like ‘Dude you’re the youngest in the group and you’re having a baby when you’re still a baby’ and I’m wondering what the boys think like-” Sehun rambles on as he looks between the road and me. “Sehun breathe” I cut him off. Sehun breathes in and out a few times. “Long story short I’m happy, excited, and a bit overwhelmed but in good way” He says as he turns into the dorm parking lot.

“Well I’m glad you’re happy” I smile and get out of the car. “If only we could go public with this because I wanna share this with all the Exo-ls” Sehun frowns at the sonogram picture. “I know what you mean, Sehunnie, I wish we could too” I lean my head on his shoulder as I glance down at my copy. “But for now let’s go in and show the boys” Sehun points to the front door. As soon as we open the door there are 8 boys sitting impatiently on the stairs. When they notice us they all jump up with bright excited faces. “Show me my grandchild” I hear Joonmyun say. “Chill guys, here’s the photo” I hand them my copy and they all coo at the black and white picture.

“It’s beautiful” Yixing smiles up at me and Sehun. “If it’s a boy do you think his penis will be small like Sehun’s?” Baekhyun asks Jongdae. “Probably” Jongdae chuckles. Everyone stares at the two perverted boys. “Really? Why do you have to ruin a great moment?” Kyungsoo smacks the back of the boy’s head. “Anyway it’s beautiful” Kyungsoo comments. “Thank you” Sehun smiles at his hyung and then he shoots Baekhyun and Jongdae a glare.

Joonmyun’s phone starts ringing and he walks into the living room to answer it. Everyone exchanges looks before following him into the living room. “Mhm, yeah I’ll let them know, yes thank you Manager Hyung” Joonmyun ends the call. “Well?” Jongin asks. “Well the good news is he found a bigger house to move into, the bad news is we go on tour in two days and don’t move into the house till after the tour” He stares at his phone before putting it into his pocket. “So you guys are all leaving in two days?” I ask, sadness laced in the tone of my voice. “I guess so” Chanyeol looks the most shocked. What a mood killer, I think to myself.

“Come on” Sehun grabs my hand, pulls me up the stairs and into his room. “Cuddle with me” He demands as he plops down on his bed. I fall asleep to Sehun drawing circles on my back. We wake up later and eat dinner with everyone in awkward silence. Then, everyone washes up and gets ready for bed.

Sehun’s POV

My eyes flutter open and adjust to the sunlight seeping through the curtains. I roll over away from the light and wrap my arm around Y/N. She stirs in her sleep but doesn’t wake up. She looks beautiful when she sleeps and she glows now that she’s pregnant. I can’t help but smile at her. Then all the sudden a warm feeling hits the pit of my stomach. “Fuck” I whisper. I gently move Y/N’s hair away from her neck, and start leaving light kisses on her neck. She moans in her sleep and I pull her whole body closer. What’s not helping is that she’s wearing little to no clothing. “Sehun, get your boner away from my ass” Y/N groans. “I want you so bad” I give her one long kiss on her neck.

“How could you want me at this time?” She turns over so she’s facing me. “I want you all the time it’s just right now I really want you” I push a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well when you put it like that” She says groggily then she bites her lip. “Wait,” She pulls away and sits up a little looking around the room, “Okay nevermind.” I look at her with a weird expression. “I thought Joonmyun was still in here” She says as she snakes her arm around my neck. Just as I’m about to say something she pulls me in before I can speak. I squeeze her hips as I pull them closer to mine. Y/N moans and then straddles me.

Y/N grinds on me and my hands make their way down to her ass as I knead it. She continues to grind making me lose my mind, “Fuck Y/N, if you keep grinding I’ll come like this” I pant. She chuckles against my lips and pulls away, “Is Sehun that excited?” “Excited is an understatement” I growl and pull her down only to roll us over for a change of position. “You got top last time now you’re gonna see what it’s like to be bottom” I purr in her ear. “So Sehun isn’t a bottom bitch, what else… do you want me to call you daddy too?” Y/N teases. “Provoking the wolf, wow how brave” I comment.

“Bring it on Maknae” She smirks. “Shut up” I smile and close the space between us. I unclip her bra and throw it on the ground. She arches her back making her chest press up against me as she kisses my neck. I pull her out of my neck and I move down her body so I’m eye level with her breasts. I smirk up at her then I put her right nipple in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. She closes her eyes tight and grips the sheets next to her. I massage her left breast occasionally pinching the nipple. “Sehun” She moans my name and she moans it loud. God it makes a surge of pleasure run through my body and stop at my groin.

I switch to the left breast and I massage the right with my hand. She squirms at the pleasure, “Sehun I want you now.” I ignore her begging and let go of her breast. Y/N sighs in relief probably thinking I’m gonna give it to her now but she’s got a little more waiting to do first. I snake down her body and make a ton of wet kisses on her stomach. “Sorry for this blueberry” I whisper making Y/N laugh. I pull her panties off and throw them with her bra. I spread her legs and kiss the insides of her thighs. Without preparation I push two fingers into Y/N. She puts her hands over her face and whimpers loudly. “Excuse me Miss, I’m gonna need you to quiet down” I stop pumping my fingers and smirk up at her. She flips me off and bucks her hips up. “Well if you say so” I chuckle.

I take my fingers out of her and come up to be face to face. I push her hands away from her face, “Let me see your beautiful face.” Y/N slowly moves her hands away from her face, I grab one hand, intertwine our fingers and place it above her head. “Ready?” I ask. Y/N scoffs, “Ready is an understatement.” I chuckle and align my dick with her entrance. I push in slowly resulting in a long moan from me. My thrusts start slow and gradually get faster as I feel myself getting closer to climax. “Sehun it’s-it’s so good-” Y/N cuts herself off with a whimper. “Come baby” I whisper in her ear and she does, but with an oh so beautiful moan of my name. My thrusts get sloppier and I release into Y/N. I ride it out as Y/N strokes my cheek, still coming down from her climax.

I pull out, then lay next to her trying to catch my breath. Y/N peppers kisses on my chest before getting out of bed to search for clothes for the both of us. She throws me boxers and sweatpants, and she steals a tshirt and boxers for herself. “You guys leave tomorrow” She blurts.

Y/N’s POV

“You guys leave tomorrow” I blurt without even realizing it. Sehun’s face drops as he stares at me. It was only announced yesterday and it’s already tearing me apart. “Well, yes, but our first concert is in Seoul then we start the world tour” Sehun explains. I nod as I bite my lip. “I’ll be gone for about four months tops, but I promise you I will be here for the birth of our baby” Sehun strokes my head. “We have to pack now okay, baby” Sehun kisses my forehead and the pulls a suitcase out from under the bed. “Can I get breakfast first?” I ask and Sehun nods. I make my way downstairs to the kitchen. I search the fridge for anything but nothing sounds good. I look in the pantry, finding a banana and some oatmeal. I fix the oatmeal and cut the banana up in slices. “You’re gonna miss that the next four months aren’t you” Yixing appears at the doorway of the kitchen.

“Miss what?” I ask smiling at him. He chuckles as he gets a mug out of the cupboard and pours milk into it. “You’re gonna miss the morning sex with Sehun” He deadpans. “You guys don’t even try to be quiet and I’m on the opposite side of the hall” He adds. “I’m sorry” I blush awkwardly. “It’s okay, I can’t quite speak for the other boys but I understand he wants to worship your body all the time, his face says it all” Yixing takes a sip of his hot chocolate. “I’m gonna miss him” I blurt. “I’m gonna miss all of you and I’m gonna miss not being able to come over and annoy every one of you” I add. Yixing gives me a side hug, “We’ll miss you too but remember we will be back so you can continue to annoy us.”

“Y/N don’t cry” Yixing coos, he picks up my bowl of oatmeal and puts an arm around me leading me upstairs to Sehun’s room. “Sehun we have a problem” Yixing says nervously. “What did you do!?” Sehun raises his voice at Yixing. “She said she was gonna miss us and then she started crying” Yixing says quickly. I stand there crying then Sehun grabs my hands and pulls me into a comforting hug. “I’m sorry for yelling, you can go now I’ve got Her” Sehun assures Yixing. He leaves and closes the door behind him. “Y/N” Sehun whispers in my hair. “Baby, look at me” He says. I sniffle and look up at him. “You’re going to be okay, I wouldn’t go on tour knowing you’re not going to be okay but you’re so strong you can do anything and you have to stay especially strong for our baby okay?” Sehun says calmly. “I love you” I whisper to him. He smiles wide making his teeth show. He doesn’t say anything, instead he pulls me into a bear hug.

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Tonight was the kick off for the Exordium tour. Everyone is excited but nervous. “You’re going to do great you are amazing” I say to Sehun. “But what if I miss a step” Sehun asks nervously. “Sehun you guys have practiced this dance for months there’s no way you can mess this up” I reassure him. “But what if-” I cut Sehun off. “When you’re out there pretend it’s just you and the boys in the practice room working hard” I tell him. He nods and I smile at him. “Or imagine it’s just me and you the whole time” I hold his hand. “Yeah, I’ll imagine you as the cane for artificial love and pray to god I don’t get a boner” He deadpans. I burst out laughing, “Please do that.”

“Guys, 10 minutes till showtime, Y/N you gotta go to your special spot” Exo’s Manager tells us. I give Sehun a good luck kiss and the rest of the boys high fives and hugs. “Y/N” Sehun says making me stop at the door and turn to him, “I love you.” I smile at him, “I love you too.” Their manager leads me to my spot in the arena which is to the right of the stage and two bodyguards are there to watch me, making sure I don’t get hurt by fans Sehun told me. The arena lights turn off and the opening video plays.

-

Its an hour into the show and they’re sitting down doing their acoustic medley. So far the boys look like they’re having fun and doing amazing. After the medley they talk to the audience. “You guys may not know this but we have a very very very special guest here today” Kyungsoo smiles my way. Sehun blushes like crazy. “You guys remember Y/N, right?” Chanyeol asks the fans. They all yell a yes back to them. “Aw look at Sehun blush, anyway Y/N is here tonight” Baekhyun pokes Sehun’s cheeks as he tries to hide. The fans start changing ‘Oh Sehun speech’. Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Jongdae chant with them.

“Okay okay,” Sehun starts. “Yes, Y/N is out there, and I’m so ecstatic that she could be here tonight, it means a lot. We will perform good for you, Y/N. I love you” Sehun never breaks eye contact with me. The boys aww as do the fans. “Anyway let us go change and we will come back and perform more songs!” Joonmyun says before running off stage. They all come back out wearing black button up that is cut in areas and black leather jeans. The beginning beat of Artificial Love booms through the arena. To my luck Sehun’s spot for the song is right in front of me. The choreography for the song is on the sensual side but it’s perfect for EXO. Sehun winks at me as he gets lower till he’s on his knees. That’s when it happens…he grinds on the cane. I never thought that Sehun grinding on an inanimate object would turn me on so much. He then puts the cane behind his head and humps the air. All the girls and some boys around me are screaming and I don’t blame them. I scream with them till the song is over.  

-

I wake up to Sehun shaking me. He’s leaning over me already dressed. “Come on, baby, we’ve gotta go to the airport” He says quietly. I sit up as Sehun grabs me an outfit and hands it to me. I put on a pair of black leggings and one of his charcoal colored sweatshirt. I throw some black converse on then Sehun and I go downstairs to the can with the rest of the band. Everything in the dorm is packed up and ready to be moved into the new house. The drive to the airport is quiet, maybe it’s because it’s 5am or maybe it’s because none of us are ready to be apart. The night before the boys confessed that they hated that they were gonna miss seeing my stomach grow with their nephew or niece in it. They said I was family now and they can’t leave family easily.

It was very obvious Sehun didn’t want to leave me alone and especially with me being pregnant. We pile out of the car and everyone grabs their bags. We walk into the airport and go through the process to get checked in and stuff. There were paparazzi and fans already there which made it pretty hectic. We reach the point where only the boys can continue on. “I’ll be back before you know it” Sehun says. “We’ll be here” I smile sadly. Sehun hugs me tight and I hug back just as tight. He strokes my cheek as he looks down at me affectionately. Around us is the boys, fans, and paparazzi, but right now I don’t care no one can ruin this moment. He leans down and gives me a kiss, in the background I hear all the fans ‘aw’ and all the camera snaps.

The boys are next, they all get in a line to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. They all say goodbye just then there’s an announcement in the airport that their plane is boarding for departure. Sehun gives me one last hug and whispers, “I love you,” and he walks away towards the gate. Their manager drives me home and I lay in bed for a little bit with my hoodie up and the smell of Sehun lingering on his hoodie.

7

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CK20. Meeting him was such a great yet nerve wracking moment honestly. I wish i could redo it so i could make less of a fool of myself lmfao. But this guy makes such a huge impact on the blue shirts and I’m so glad he’s here.

Thanks for spraying gatorade on me, shooting pucks at the glass where I’m standing and reluctantly signing the funny photo I brought you to sign Chris. You bring a special light to this team that I absolutely look forward to when I see that you’re being interviewed or anything. No matter how far we go this year I still see how much progress you’ve made and it matters.

Thanks for everything.

Spencer X Reader

Prompts #28- “You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.” & #30-  “The problem is,” he said as he leaned in. “If I kiss you now, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

A/N: This one was requested by @mishacastiel.

You’re going to notice that these follow the same basics as the other ones. To make it easier for me they’ll all be connected somehow. It’s going to be canon/non-canon…does that make sense?

This is also as far as I’m going to get with smut, not very far. It’s not my thing. It’s totally insinuated in some posts, because whereas I’m abstinent by faith I’m not as disillusioned as to think that everyone I write about is. I’m still not going to write it, though.  

I got lots of requests for #30 and instead of re-using it I decided to keep it to this one. I think it pairs very well with #28 anyway. It’s like a good wine and cheese pairing…and now I want wine. Sigh.

OH YEAH- I should have mentioned this when I started this whole “Spencer imagines” thing that I’m fairly new to the fandom. I started two weeks ago, and as of me typing this on my laptop, I’m halfway through season 5. I’m really glad a co-worker slipped some info to me on this season beforehand because if I had gone into these episodes blind…I would have given up hope on all things love and pure. That brings me to my next question: Who does Hotch imagine?

You’d had a hard day at work. Some days were hectic as all get out and some days were so boring that you couldn’t wait to get out of your shift and do something productive (or just really fun) before you conked for a few hours. That particular shift was longer than anticipated. One of your residents ended up having to go to the ER. It was your first time going. Ever.

When you got in the passenger seat of the ambulance, you texted Spencer, your boyfriend of 2 and a half months. He was at home in his own bed, probably not awake yet for the day (your co-worker had called 911 at the end of your 3rd shift). When he didn’t reply for the duration of the ride to the hospital, you decided to just leave it for the time being. You had to leave lines of communication open with your supervisors and home managers anyway. Hospital visits could get busy, you’ve heard from your fellow co-workers. You wouldn’t have time.

After your resident had been set up into the ER, you checked your phone for the time. There were messages from the appropriate people at work but still nothing from Spencer. The guy wasn’t always a morning person, so it didn’t bother you, not entirely. To be honest, though, you kind of missed him. You hadn’t seen him in 2 days. It could get difficult when he was always away on cases, and you worked the night shift.

After Gertrude was finally officially admitted into the hospital from the emergency room, you were made to go home as per company policy. It was hard, though, because she was your favorite resident and you weren’t sure when you would see her again. You were positive that her condition wasn’t life-threatening, but she was a DNR, do not resuscitate. You still had fear. But your boss was your ride home and she was waiting for you out in the parking lot.

After giving Gert a slight kiss on the temple (she was hella knocked out), you made your way to the elevators and then eventually to the car. After writing your incident report in the car, you finally arrived at your apartment. You thanked your boss and made your way through your front door. You heaved a sigh and took off your jacket, then hanged it up. When you kicked off your shoes, you cocked your head and listened. After receiving no reply from your text early, you had hoped Spencer was going to surprise you. You should have known better.

Again, you weren’t completely offended. It was nearing lunchtime, and there was always a chance that he had to fly to a different city in a different state. It was OK. It was totally OK.

“I need Haagen-Dazs,” you heavily sighed. Sometimes the ice cream helped with the little white lies you told yourself.

When the pint of raspberry white chocolate truffle was opened, you grabbed a spoon and proceeded to throw yourself onto the sofa in the living room. You turned on the t.v. and prayed that The Price Is Right was on. Apparently, you were just going to keep receiving disappointments as the day wore on. You should have gone to bed, but your mind couldn’t stop racing.

After you had checked your phone, totally not the hundredth time since you first texted your boyfriend, you stood up for something. Of course, you forgot what it was and sat right back down. You got up again and started pacing after groaning at the sky.

“What is wrong with meeee?”

Nobody answered, you were home alone after all, and you weren’t sure if you should cry, take a shower, or try to sleep. Knowing that sleep was nowhere near possible, you decided to shower. Maybe you’d cry in there? I am losing my ever-loving mind.

When the hot shower didn’t do anything, you decided to switch it to cold to shave your legs. Why am I shaving in cold water, you shrugged but continued to skim the razor over your soaped up legs. You turned off the not-so-helpful water and ran your hands over your legs and made sure you didn’t miss anything. That’s when you got inspired.

“Why the eff am I home, alone, when I have a key to my boyfriend’s apartment that has rockin WiFi,” you asked yourself while you were still bent over feeling your legs. “And why am I talking to myself and asking questions?”

You scrounged your bedroom looking for a cute shirt to put on over your best pair of jeans. The one you picked was a hyacinth blue. When you looked at the ever growing pile of dirty clothes, you decided to use Spencer’s built-in amenities. He drank your coffee, you used his laundry detergent. Give and take, give and take.

The weather wasn’t too obscene for mid-February, and you decided to just walk the few blocks to his building. You were really glad that your job sometimes included lifting your residents and maneuvering their bodies because that laundry bag was no joke. You needed to remember that you were an adult and that you had to do your own laundry more than once a week.

Pfft, yeah okay.+

After making it up to his floor and throwing your jacket and extra key onto his side table, you walked into his bedroom. You sat the bag on the ground and decided to go for a pair of his sweats and sat on the bed to try to roll up the pant legs. That had failed miserably, and you threw your body back on his dark blue comforter in more frustration.

You stared up at his white ceiling and smiled when you tried to imagine what Little Spencer’s walls looked like all those years ago. I bet he had those glow-in-the-dark star stickers and I bet he put them in constellations. Your thoughts of what kid Spencer was like led you to the nap you so desperately needed. Dreams of being a kid and being Spencer’s playmate took over any frustrations you had following your shift.

When you awoke, it was to your best friend with his arm around your waist and his chest to your back. Sometimes your legs intertwining made it onto you Favorite’s list.

Okay, it made the list all the time. It was the top 3.

His even breathing into your hair made you realize that he was taking his own nap. From the corner of your eye, you could tell that the sky outside was darkening, but there were still splashes of pink and orange. You began to crave Superman ice cream and held in one of your groans of frustration.

That explains it! “My period!”

You quickly latched your hand to your mouth when you realized that you yelled that last part but it didn’t matter. Spencer’s hold was tightening, and you could hear him yawning from behind you. You held your breath and tried to wait it out, but he started stretching. You rolled your eyes.

“Awesome.”

“Hmm?” Your boyfriend had hummed in confusion.

“Nothing, Spence. Go back to sleep.” The hand that was resting against his arm began to make soothing motions, but it got trapped by a bigger one.

Spencer must have mentally decided he was over looking at the back of your head because he pulled moved you onto your other side, to face him. He gave one of his beautiful lazy smiles and blinked softly. You just gazed into his eyes, waiting for him to get to the awareness level he wanted to be at. Given, not aware might be what he wanted.

When he didn’t snuggle up to you to go back to sleep, you realized that he was waiting on you for confirmation that it was okay to return to slumberland.

“Go back to sleep, Hun.” You fingers raked gently through his hair. “You gotta be exhausted. You had knocked the heck out when I woke up.”

He scrunched his nose in disagreement. “But you’re awake. When you’re awake, I’m awake.”

“Well, that’s not true. If that were the case, then neither of us would be getting any sleep ever,” you chuckled.

He chuckled and responded with “Oh the things we do for our careers. I’d go many moons without sleep if it meant I could get to spend more time with you.”

Blushing, you gave a soft snort. “Maybe if you could survive without resting that giant noodle of yours.”

“Okay Miss Smarty Pants, how long did it take you to give in to sleep after your shift, huh?” He was on his elbow now.

You followed suit. “Not that long. I’ll have you know, I got an adequate amount sleep.”

When his eyes narrowed at you, you held in your sigh of resignation. You weren’t going to give in that easily. Spencer couldn’t always win, could he?

“You got home, almost 5 hours after your shift was supposed to end, and went immediately for the ice cream. Haagen-Dazs to be more specific. You tried to do something to waste time, probably watch t.v. or read. I’m going to guess t.v. since your hands were busy. After you ate ALL the ice cream, you eventually decided to come over here and apparently do laundry. When that, for whatever reason, didn’t work out you decided to come in here and get comfy. Am I right?”

You didn’t answer him, so his fingers skimmed your sides, making you giggle.

“FINE. Yes. Yes, you’re right.”

“Thank you.”

“Mostly right, anyway. Not all of it was right. You missed the part about what happened after I came in here.”

“Oh?”

“I laid on your bed and imagined what your childhood ceiling looked like, imagined being your friend all those years ago. If you could see the stars from where you lay and if they were in all the right constellations. I bet you would have spent hours laying with me telling me them all, name by name. You would have traced them out with my hand.”

Spencer watched carefully as you drew out the only constellation you knew on the back of his arm, making goosebumps raise. He didn’t say anything.

“You would have taken the time to explain everything to me and made sure I understood it. You would have been patient with me too, and that’s more than what I would have deserved. Even after I would have zoned out, not that I would have wanted to, you would have kept tracing the constellations. There would have been nothing that could make you give up on me. Just like there would have been nothing that could have made me give up on you.”

When he still didn’t respond, his eyes never leaving yours, you went on. “Just like how there’s still nothing that could make me ever want to give up on you. Because you’re mine, and I love you.”

“Y/n,” he hummed your name and if that wasn’t one of the best sounds you had ever heard… “You gotta stop doing that.”

“What?”

“Saying things that make me wanna kiss you. The problem is,” Spencer said as he leaned in. “If I kiss you now, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

You fluttered your eyes clothes as he ran a hand down your spine and left it there at the base. You had re-opened your eyes to discover his were now sparkling and full of mischief. There was a side of Spencer you didn’t always get to see, and it was beginning to come out. Blessedly, it was a part of Spencer that only you ever got to witness.

A few moments slipped by, and he didn’t do anything else. You softly ran your fingernails from behind his ears and along his lower hairline to the nape of his neck, causing him to shiver. He didn’t move from his position, though. He was still halfway leaned in.

You lowered your hand and gently rested it on his waist, your thumb briefly disappearing under his shirt. He took it was a sign to gently lower you on your back but his eyes still never left you.

How blessed can I be, you thought, that I have such a wonderful man by my side to guide me through the worst of times and rejoice with me through the best of times.

Unbeknownst to you, he was thinking the same thing but mirrored.

When his lips touched the base of your throat, you arched your back and gave a soft moan. There wasn’t a sign of him letting up, and then you remembered and began to chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” He had asked when you didn’t cease.

“Oh man,” you wiped the tears from your eyes. “I completely forgot, and that could have been an extra mess we wouldn’t need.”

He kept his penance of confusion but raised his eyebrow.

“I just started my period. We won’t be having any of ‘that’ for a while.”

“And that’s funny because…”

“Because if I’m not laughing, I’ll cry and that’s about 3 more pints of ice cream you don’t have.”

Spencer lowered himself back onto the bed and sighed.

“Alright, but there’s ways around that.”

You had slid off the bed and headed towards the en-suite.  “Yeah, not a chance. Good try though,” you say as you walk into the bathroom and close the door, still laughing.

10sportacus10  asked:

i love your floral shirt sport!! That made me start thinking, what would he look like in earthy colors like dark brown and green and maybe a hint of pink or blue? ajsdfhlajdh I think he'd look good! especially with his hair like it is!

maybe you’re thinking he’d wear something like this? i don’t know, it’s just a lil sketch based on an outfit i liked that has some of these colors :o

arkesstuff  asked:

If you're still taking those prompts... how about #23, “Is that my shirt?” for MShenko? :D

Ok @arkesstuff, you asked for this. So here! Have some mushy Mshenko fluffy goodness. I hope you enjoy! For the writing prompts: #23 - “Is that my shirt?”

Kaidan was busy rummaging around the closet, humming softy to himself as he searched for the object lost amidst the chaos. Ever since he moved back to the Orchard with Shepard he had avoided his old room.

Old memories, some good, some bad, lingered there. He wanted to focus on what was happening now and plan for the future. A future. They had one now, thanks to John firing the crucible, thanks to the millions, maybe even billions, who died fighting the Reapers. They had a future.

Keep reading

whenwilltheyrealize  asked:

Hc where Ethans SO is really physical? Like really touchy and cuddly and stuff? (Not sexual tho) I love your writing!! 💕💕

I’m glad you do!! Enjoy 😊💕

________

- ’(Y/N) come cuddle with meeeee’

- Whiny blue boy cause all he wants is love and affection

- Playing with your hair when your in his lap

- Always holding your hands no matter the situation cause he loves how soft they are

- Refusing to let you sit anywhere beside right next to him or on his lap

- Having his hands under your shirt on your hips and stomach cause why not

- Falling asleep with his head in your lap multiple times and he cuddles with your legs

- Eskimo kisses when he’s especially cuddly and it’s so cute

- ‘Get a room’ from everyone but they will think it’s adorable

anonymous asked:

Hey I loved your Mother's Day fic, I was just wondering if you would do a second chapter that follows immediately after when Mrs Shepherd discovers Amelia is pregnant?? I love you writing and would love to read this!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hello! Thank you for being so sweet! You made my day SO much better. ❤️

A/N: Thank you for the lovely comments! You do not have to read part two if you do not want (“A Mother’s Love” is complete on its own), but if you choose to read this chapter, please make sure you read the first!


A Grandmother’s Love

AO3    FFN

By the time Owen gets back to the house, two bags of food in tow, it’s already eight o’clock. He shakes his head as the door slips open, left unlocked. “You know, you really should lock this,” he says, head tilted, eyebrows teasing her. “I reminded you before I left.”


“Oh, we’re fine, O,” Amelia says, moving her arm up and down as if shooing the suggestion away.


“I could have been an ax murderer.”


“Well, I’m glad you’re not,” Amelia says, moving a few steps closer to him and pecking his lips once they’re breathing the same air. Pulling back, she chuckles. “Though it’s more probable you’re a lumberjack.” She steps back, her eyes roaming from his eyes to his red flannel shirt to his worn blue jeans.


He pinches her side in retaliation, muttering a, “You didn’t seem to mind when you stole this shirt last week.” He catches the blush rushing up her chest and cheeks, and only smiles in response. He looks ahead, by chance, meeting Mrs. Shepherd’s eyes, and he sees the happiness radiating back at him. “Who’s hungry?” he asks, breaking the silence.


“Me,” Amelia says, raising her hand like a third-grader. “I’ll get plates.” She heads into their kitchen, then pulls a few ceramic dishes from the top shelf, standing on her tiptoes to reach them. He smirks, the skin of her low back revealed as she stretches, before tracing his fingers over the exposed flesh. He smiles as goosebumps materialize under his hand, holding his hand there–barely touching–as he uses his right to grab a few glasses. Once he’s grabbed them, he pours them all sparkling water with lime, squeezing a little lemon into his wife’s glass as he knows she likes. Amelia pecks his cheek in response, grabbing her glass and the plates on her way to their small, round table. Owen carries the other glasses out, setting one in front of his mother and one next to his wife. Mrs. Shepherd has already begun to set out their food containers, snacking on a fried wonton as she does so.


“Oh, I’ll take one of those,” Amelia says to her mother, reaching her hand in the container.

“I’m not surprised.” Mrs. Shepherd laughs, light and free, placing her hand atop her daughter’s for a few seconds, squeezing lightly. “You used to devour them when you were a kid. The only toddler I know who ate fried wontons like candy.”


Amelia smiles, her dimple prominent, as she grabs another. “I was a weird kid,” she says with a shrug, scooping her dinner onto her plate.


“Were?” her mother jokes, taking her first bite of food. “You’re still weird.”


Owen chuckles, surprised at her mother’s candor, only for Amelia to hit his upper arm. “Ow,” he whines.


“Oh, shush, you big baby.” Amelia sends him her patented puppy-dog eyes. “I didn’t even hit you that hard.”


“You’re tiny,” he says, shaking his head, “but strong.” She smirks, popping her right shoulder higher than her left, and then turns back to her Pad Kra Tiem, mixing the brown sauce with her garlic shrimp.


They eat quietly, save for a few words here and there, each hungry and content with their dinners. “I’ll be right back,” Amelia excuses herself ten minutes later. She heads to the bathroom, silently cursing her hormones. She has been to the bathroom three times since she got home. Apparently her surgical bladder of steel isn’t going to be sticking around this pregnancy.


Back at the table, Carolyn Shepherd begins to ask Owen about his job and interests, having realized she knows very little about him personally. “I’m a trauma surgeon,” Owen says, smiling with pride. “I really enjoy it. It’s a challenge, but one I love.”


“I would guess so, Major.” Her eyes crinkle with her smile, the lines permanent after years’ worth of experiences. “Are you still Chief of Surgery?”


“No. I resigned last year.” He shrugs, chewing another bite of beef, then swallowing. “It was time for someone else to step in. Besides, I now have fewer managerial duties, which means more time for surgery.”


She nods in understanding. “A surgeon always wants more time,” she says wisely, a little sparkle in her eyes. He nods, turning his head slightly at the sound of Amelia making her way back down the hall.


Amelia sits quickly, shooting both family members a smile before diving back into her dinner. After a few bites in relative silence, she looks up with furrowed brows. “When’s your flight, Mom?”


“I cancelled it after you asked me to stay.” Mrs. Shepherd pats her mouth with her napkin. “I figured I’d reschedule it after we talked. I hope that’s okay.” Her blue orbs meet her daughter’s matching ones, her smile tender, but unsure.


“Of course it is,” Amelia says, voice low and confident.


“You’re welcome any time,” Owen adds.


“Thank you,” Carolyn murmurs, cheeks stretched tight with a smile, eyes downturned in quiet gratefulness. She lets out a little breath, taking a moment to appreciate the amends she has made with her youngest daughter, before she turns her eyes upward. Her eyes are alight with mischief as she looked between her children. “So when were you going to tell me?”


Amelia shovels another bite into her mouth, frowning slightly. “Tell you what?”


Mrs. Shepherd chuckles at her daughter’s denseness–for someone so observant and wise, she is often trapped in her own world–and reached her hand out to cup Amelia’s cheek. She meets Owen’s eyes briefly, internally laughing at his shocked expression, before saying the words. “When were you going to tell me that I’m going to be a grandma again?”


“Um,” Amelia says, eyes widening in disbelief. In lieu of answering, Amelia asks,“How’d you know?”


She rubs her thumb over Amelia’s cheekbone, her smile tender. “I’m your mom. I know everything.” She pulls back, settling back against her seat. “And I’ve been here before,” she says in mention to her older daughters. “You learn things.”


Amelia’s chest reddens as the heat spreads beneath her skin. A quick look to her left shows that Owen’s not doing much better. “We were going to tell you,” Owen begins. Mrs. Shepherd raises an eyebrow, rejoicing in the tiny shift toward cowering that Owen takes.


“Surprise?” Amelia says, voice raising in question, as she holds both hands next to her face, moving them like jazz hands. When her mother only continues to smirk, Amelia drops the act. “It’s still early. About eight weeks,” Amelia supplies.


Mrs. Shepherd gasps, a few tears springing to her eyes. Her daughter, her wild-child-hurricane, is growing up. “I’m so happy for you,” she whispers, her eyes dancing with Amelia’s. “I wish I had,” her voice catches on her words. “I wish I didn’t,” she pauses once more.


Amelia shifts in her seat to face her mother more directly. Reaching out her hand, she sets it on top of her mother’s clasped ones. “I was always going to tell you,” she confides. “After the first trimester.” She squeezes her hand over her mother’s worn knuckles. “I love you, Mom,” she says, tears in her voice. “I wouldn’t keep our baby away from you.” She leans forward, wrapping her mother in a tight embrace.


“I love you, too, Sweetheart.” Amelia smiles, relaxing into the comfort of her mother’s arms, before pulling back. As soon as she is seated, Owen wraps his arm around her shoulders, tugging her in his direction for a soft kiss.


“Do you want to see a picture?” Owen asks, his grin permeating the hard lines of his face. When Mrs. Shepherd nods, he quickly pulls the folded black and white image out of his wallet, smoothing the creases. He passes it across the table, his pride radiating so strongly that Amelia has to bury her lovestruck smile in his neck.


“Oh, isn’t she precious?” Carolyn’s hand is at her chest, taking in the soft, blurry edges of their baby.


“I told you it’s going to be a girl,” Amelia mumbles against the tender skin of his neck.


He rolls his eyes, but hugs her tighter to his side. “Whatever you say, Mia.” He crosses his left hand over to twirl a few strands of her hair and she smiles at his (slight) obsession with her silky tresses. Then, looking over to his mother-in-law, Owen says, “The baby’s the size of a raspberry this week.”


Mrs. Shepherd grins, bringing her hand to cover her mouth. “You know,” she begins softly, “Amelia’s dad used to do that. He used to track her size each week and tell me all these random facts about my pregnancy.” She lets out a tiny sigh. “You remind me so much of him.”


Stunned, Owen breathes a grateful, “Thanks, Mom.”


Amelia moves her head, disentangling herself from his arms, only to grab his hands in hers. “You’re a good man, Owen,” she says seriously. Leaning forward, she grabs his lips with hers, gently sucking his lower lip into his mouth. She then smoothes her tongue over his lips before pulling back and cupping his cheeks. “And you’re going to be a great dad.” She smiles, the two lost in the words of their eyes. “I can’t wait,” she murmurs, barely above a whisper.

And while this is happening, all Carolyn Shepherd can think is how lucky she is to have her daughter. To have her wonderful, weird, all-encompassing-love of a daughter. And how lucky her daughter is to have found such a husband, such a father. They’re her family. And she couldn’t be more proud.


“Motherhood is a choice you make everyday, to put someone else’s happiness and well-being ahead of your own, to teach the hard lessons, to do the right thing even when you’re not sure what the right thing is…and to forgive yourself, over and over again, for doing everything wrong.”

~Donna Ball


Thanks for reading! I’d love your feedback! Prompts are always welcome. 😉

Imagine being Bella's older sister, and you and Carlisle fall in love

This was supposed to originally be a ONE SHOT, but I think we all know I have more planned for this. So PROLOGUE!
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Carlisle x Reader (OC name, feel free to change it in your mind)
Warning: CURSING!

‘Holy Shite on a cross!’ Is the first thought the crosses my mind as I stare up at the large, beautiful house that is at the end of the mile long drive, which has yards upon yards of white Christmas tree lights strung across the trees lining it. The house is huge, open, with wall to floor windows the reveal, what seems to, hundreds of teenagers other than my sister’s graduating class. Music pulsates outside, vibrating the windows it’s so loud, dozens of different colored lights even wave back and forth inside, reflecting across the lawn.

Alice had no doubt, out done herself; Bella always told me in our messages that she did, but I never believed her until now, as to expected of Vampires. Oh yes, I was in for a nasty shock with THAT email from Bella, see I had graduated two years before Bella, and was currently on break from my College abroad, in Japan. I knew the Cullen’s through the messages that Bella and myself exchanged, the years I was gone, never met them in person, never video chatted with them, and never been to their house. Bella sent me pictures of the younger Cullens, Jasper has blonde hair and was constantly at Alice’s side, Alice is a pixie-like girl with a sassy brown bobcut, Edward is the lanky brunette that constantly has to pull Bella out of trouble, Emmett is a burly brunette that seems to like to fight, and Rosalie is the beautiful blonde girl, with a love of cars, and looks like she belongs on a runways.

I knew of Esme and Carlisle, but little else. Esme posed as Carlisle’s sister, who had fallen on hard times, and staying with the others until she got back on her feet. Carlisle, he was an anomaly, one that I was very interested in figuring out, a vampire that works in a hospital, helping people, not attacking them, not stealing blood, but being kind and gentle, he saved Esme, Edward, Rosalie, and even Emmett by changing them, but he doesn’t go around, biting and changing people all the time. This makes me very curious. Currently, only Alice, and possibly Edward, knew of my arrival, wanting to surprise my sister, who as far as Bella was concerned, I was still in Tokyo.

Climbing out of the car, sticking my sister’s graduation present under my arm, glancing in the mirror on the side of the door to make sure my hair is flyaway free, the brown ringlets are down my back, bangs braided around the crown of my head, I smooth the skirt of my purple dress, which stops at my knees in the front, falling into a train in the back, which ends at the heels of my black and white Converse high tops, before I hold the present before me, walking up to the house. Before I can even open the door, it swings open to reveal a beaming Alice, who throws her arms around me with a happy squeal, yanking me inside.

“You’re Emma! It’s so great to finally meet you!” Alice crows over the music.

“You too, Alice! Where is Bella?” I ask just as Edward appears over a group of people’s heads, Esme’s hands clasped over Bella’s eyes as they follow him.

“Surprise!” Esme cries, uncovering my sister’s eyes as soon as the stop before me.

“Emma?!” Bella lunges at me, wrapping me in a hug. “Oh my-! Oh my god! What’re you doing here?!” She asks as I hug her back.

“You didn’t think I’d miss you graduate, did ya?” I laugh as she pulls away, I tuck the present in her hand, which she opens hesitantly, only to find a signed copy of Stephan King’s The Firestarter, causing her to beam at me as I notice people staring over at us, confusion evident.

“Let’s move somewhere more quiet.” Edward suggests, reading my discomfort easily, Bella mods as she wraps her arm around mine, tugging me through the crowd, before everyone joins us in a glass room that must be Carlisle’s at home office, said man is looking up from his desk in confusion.

“Who’s this?” He asks, gesturing to me, I have to force myself not to gawk at the handsome blonde in the office chair, he’s dressed khakis, a blue button down dress shirt, with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.

“This is Bella’s sister! Emma. Emma. this is Carlisle.“ Alice chirps as Carlisle nods, gaze landing on me. Heat streaks to my cheeks as I cover it with a cough, before turning to Bella.

“Sorry that I missed your actual graduation, my flight was a little delayed.” I explain.

“It’s fine, I’m just so glad you’re here.” She throws her arms around me once more, causing me to let out a surprised laugh. “I’ve missed you! Please, please tell me you’re done in Japan?” I laugh, shaking my head.

“Bella, it’s two more years.” I state.

“And then it’ll be two more, then four more, then six more, and then you’ll be married with kids, wearing kimonis 27/7, and never come for visits, and then I’ll be a vampire, and-” I pinch her lips between my thumb and index finger, Edward watches in vague amusement, while Alice smiles at me.

“First, it’s kimonos, and second, you KNOW that I can’t have kids, so that’s out of the question. You know that I would never just leave you like that. Two years. That’s it. Then it’s three months in Russia, three months in England, and I will be back here, filling out a community college application to finish my doctorate.” I explain, she sighs as I release her lips.

“We never see each other, though!” Bella complains.

“You know, it probably won’t even be another eight months, I’m flying through my classes with ease.” She nods, beaming up at me. "You just have to be patient a while longer.” I glance down at my watch, frowning at the dead battery.

“It’s a little after eight.” Alice says, causing me to smile up at her in thanks.

“Do you have to go already?” Bella asks, causing me to let out a soft laugh.

“No, I’m just tired. Jet lag, I have to go to bed at an acceptable time.” I explain as Bella nods.

“Well, let me introduce you to some of my friends.” She stands, reaching down to grab my hands, tugging me out the door as I shoot a helpless look back at Alice and Edward, who simply shake with laughter, following us as the sound and party swallow us whole. It feels like an eternity of being introduced to everyone, when in reality it’s about an hour or two, before I manage to slip away to the only other place in the house, that is unoccupied by party goers, which is Doctor Cullen’s office. Stumbling into the room, I swing the door shut as I let out a deep breath, pinching the bridge of my nose as I shake me head, feeling a migraine coming on.

“Are you alright?” I jump at this voice, whirling around to find the doctor himself, sitting in a chair, before his desk, book in hands as I press a hand to my chest, heart thudding rapidly behind my ribcage.

“I… ah, I needed an escape. My head is throbbing, and it’s… very crowded out there.” I explain as I close my eyes, taking deep breathes so that my panic goes down a bit, before opening them once more. “I don’t do… parties, often. They make me claustrophobic.” He nods as he closes his book, standing to cross over to me, reaching up I press myself back into the bookshelf behind me, to give him more room, before he turns back to his desk, rounding to the opposite side.

“Feel free to sit in here, for as long as you need. I am not one for parties myself. Unfortunately, Alice has a penchant for them.” I nod empathically as I cross to the chair he previously occupied, settling down into it as he seats himself at his desk.

“So, may I ask- or is it too intimate of a question?” I mumble the last part to myself, causing him to look up, tilting his head at me a bit.

“You may ask me anything, I will not withhold information, nor get upset.” He promises.

“Oh, uh… alright, well…” I bite my bottom lip in thought. “How did you, become a vampire, if you don’t mind?” He blinks at me, as though in surprise.

“I admit, that wasn’t what I thought you’d ask.” He states, causing my neck to suddenly feel a bit warm.

“O-Oh, um, y-you don’t have to answer, you know. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, or upset you, o-or…uh-” I cut myself off, feeling the heat traveling up my neck to my cheeks and ears, as I realize that I’m rambling, he is looking at me with a crooked smile, eyes bright, as though amused at my reaction.

“It’s quite alright. Let me see, I was born in the Sixteen Forties, I believe, time wasn’t inheritantly accurate back then, honestly, for the common people. My father was an Anglican Pastor, my mother died when giving birth to me, and my father, he led hunts against witches, werewolves… vampires.” He looks at me. “He burned a lot of innocent people, of course the real creatures that he sought were not so easy to capture, when my father grew old, he placed myself in charge of the raids. At first, I was a disappointment; not quick to accuse, to see demons where they did not exist, but I was also persistent, and more clever than my father. I had discovered a coven of true vampires in the sewers of the city, only coming out at night, to hunt, many had lived this way.” He shakes his head. “We had gathered pitchforks and torches, waiting where I had seen the monsters exit, and one finally emerged.”

“He changed you?” I find myself asking, sitting in the edge of my seat, he look up at me with a simple nod.

“He was ancient, and weak, with hunger, I heard him call out in Latin, to the others when he caught scent of the mobs. I ran through the streets, I was rather fast for being twenty-three, and lead in the pursuit.” I can picture these things happening in my mind, coming alive with his words. “The creature could have easily outran us, but I believe he was too hungry, so he turned on us, as he attacked. He fell upon myself first, but the others were close behind, and he turned to defend himself. He killed two men, and made off with a third, leaving me bleeding in the street.” He shakes his head. “I knew my father, the bodies would be burned– anything infected by the vampire would be destroyed, and I acted instinctively to save myself. I crawled, away from the alley, while the mob followed the vampire and his prey, I hid in a cellar, buried in rotting potatoes for three days. It was a miracle I was able to keep silent, to stay undiscovered, it was on the third day that if was over, and I knew what I had become.” Without a thought, I reach out, resting a hand on his chilled one, causing him to look up at me in surprise.

“You are remarkably strong.” I breath out, causing him to smile at me, flipping his hand over beneath mine, to squeeze it.

“I… thank you.” He says softly, my heart starts to thump rapidly behind my ribcage, once more, as a comfortable silence looms between us, smiling at one another, before the door swings open, causing me to jump. Looking up to see Alice, Edward, Bella, and three Quilete boys, one I recognize as Jacob Black.

“Carlisle, we’ve got a problem.” Edward says, causing me to sigh as I stand.

“I believe that this is my signal to got find a motel for the night.” I state.

“Actually,” Alice speaks up. “upstairs, third bedroom from the right. Carlisle is allowing you to use his room, during your stay.” I nod, smiling thankfully at the doctor, before ducking out the door, swaying through the party, then outside to get my bag from my car, before head back inside, and into the designated room. Closing the door behind me, I shut out the party, leaning against the door with a sigh. Throughout the rest of my stay, Carlisle and I seem to connect more, talking and bonding as friends, as it is rare for me to do so with people my own age, being 20, even if it’s only that Carlisle is physically 23. When I leave, I feel sad to go, even though Carlisle and I have a great friendship, exchanged phone numbers, and emails, I’ll still feel lonely with his constant company, and friendliness.

Driving away, I feel determined that I will see them again soon, sooner than I might think.

Il Me L’a Dit, L’a Juré Pour La Vie - Part One

Summary

Marinette didn’t think inviting Chat Noir in for milk would lead to this.

The heroes were 20 years old, in university, and it was now time to trust each other better than they ever did.

Part [Here] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13]

Rating: Teen/ Mature.

Angst and fluff, and all that good stuff. 

Author’s Note: This was originally supposed to be a one shot, but it turned out to be longer than I thought, so I have to split it up. Hope you all like it! First Miraculous Ladybug fanfic. Let me know what you guys think! I know the summary sounds kinda… explicit… :P but it’s not… for now. 


Il Me L’a Dit, L’a Juré Pour La Vie - Part One

Warm Touch


Her hips swayed as she hummed around the dark kitchen, light only coming from above the stovetop. The white floor length curtains were opened and the windows displayed the twinkling lights of the city of Paris at night; the Eiffel Tower peaking over the other apartments. She bobbed the peppermint tea bag in the hot water, watching it go from clear to a dark yellow-green. She started to sing La Vie en Rose to herself. Her vibrato ringing through the room softly, as she almost whispered the high notes. Marinette was alone. Alya was staying over at her family’s place for the weekend. She had her dark hair in a messy bun, strands falling in front of her face whenever she looked down. She continued to sing to herself, and watched the steam from her mug dance in front of her eyes.

Meanwhile, Chat Noir landed skillfully on the curved iron railings to Marinette’s little balcony. He watched her dark silhouette, faintly hearing her sing. He gently laid a hand on the glass door, and hopped off the railing. Marinette stopped singing, and turned her head slightly to Chat’s direction. Busted, he thought, but he crouched down into the shadows, hoping she wouldn’t notice.  

Marinette pulled the tea bag out of the mug, placing it on the little white and pink plate, before picking up her polka dotted mug and looking over the island, to the balcony. Chat Noir’s glowing green eyes stared at her in the darkness. She smirked. If this was the first time she’d seen those illuminated eyes in the darkness, she would have been completely terrified.

Chat Noir stood back up as Marinette approached the door. She slid it opened, “Kinda cold out here, don’t you think? Wanna come in? I have milk for stray kittens.”

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The Game is On (Part 2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (AU)

Word Count: 1,849

Warnings: cuteness, fluffy, jealousy over Steve not being your boyfriend?

Summary: You and Steve have been together for six years, happily living life in your Brooklyn apartment. On the night of your six-year anniversary, you come home to find a folded note on the table with your name written in Steve’s scripted handwriting. Inside? Instructions to your own personal treasure hunt to find your surprise - and Steve - at the end, and you have 20 minutes to start! The game is on…

A/N: This is the second part to @bionic-buckyb‘s 5K writing challenge - I’m hoping to do this in 6 parts (1 part per clue) but I’m unfortunately very crap at sticking to plans (sorry)

** = flashback scene

[Part 1]



You pulled your phone out in the taxi, seeing a text from Steve.

- Hey Doll, how’s it going?

- The first clue was easy. Everyone was staring though, it felt so weird to be at the hospital and not in my scrubs. Can you give me a hint on my surprise?

- No can do pretty lady, if I give you any hints then you’ll guess it and this effort will be ruined. Just trust me

- It wouldn’t be ruined. This is beautiful, I love it, but you know I hate surprises because I hate not knowing!

- Which is exactly why this is the perfect surprise! Enjoy yourself

- Ok well I’ll see you soon then lover boy xo

- See you soon doll xo


You put your phone away as the cab pulled up to the curb outside of the theatre, paying him and stepping out as your mind raced back to your first date.

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TITLE: Daddy Duties

A/N: This is my first request! @always-a-marvel-addict asked if I could write a Daddy Shot with Steve! I hope you enjoy it!!

Warnings: Nothing too serious.

Tag Requests: @always-a-marvel-addict
@writingfortheavengers

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“Sweetheart, your making a mess!” You came around to see your daughter covered spaghetti, red sauce in her hair, she gave you a grin that showed all her teeth. You could not help but smile at her cuteness, “Guess what, Sara, daddy–” Her eyes lit up at the word ‘daddy’, “DADDY!!” She kicked her little feet in the high chair,

“He’ll be home soon!” You smiled,
“I guess soon is sooner than you thought.” You spun around to see Steve placing his shield down next to the apartment door as he used his other hand to shut the door.
“STEVE!!” You ran and jumped into his arms wrapping your legs around his small waist.

He kissed you softly and hugged you tight, the moment was cut short when, “MAMA! MAMA!” Steve dropped you as his smile grew bigger, he tip toed to the corner and poked his head around, “Sssaaarrrraaaa…” Her head snapped to the sound of her daddy’s voice unable to see him, Steve was hiding behind the corner again. He slowly poked just his eyes around, Sara recognized her daddy’s blue eyes. “DADDY! DADDY!” She reached her arms toward her super soldier dad kicking her legs, he ran up to her and scooped her into his arms. Stroking her hair with one hand and bouncing her up and down, kissing her head. Seeing these moments melted your heart, Steve turned around and used his free arm to pull you into a small family group hug.

“And they lived happily ever after, the end.” Steve closed the book and looked at Sara who was asleep on her bed, he just gazed at her, smiling. He bent over and placed a kiss on her forehead and slowly made his way to the bedroom door, turning the light off. Sara’s castle night light automatically turned on, Steve once again frozen looking at his baby girl. Flash backs to the first time he seen her, her first tooth, first word, and first steps. She was a huge daddy’s girl, “Da-Da” was her first word and she only walked to him when she was learning to walk. Memories like that always flooded Steve’s mind whenever he was away on missions, and now he is home again. He walked out of her room, and into the two of you’s room. You were in the bathroom brushing your teeth as Steve was climbing into bed. You watched him in the mirror, smiling, thrilled he is finally home.
“I missed you.” You crawled into bed and right into his arms, you thought about going to a twin sized bed. Because whenever Steve was home, you always slept right on his chest. His arms wrapped around you always made you feel secure and safe,
“I missed you too doll…” He kissed the top of your head softly. You gazed up into his blue eyes, and bit your lower lip. Steve’s eyes changed from relaxed to more…desiring. He knew what that gesture meant, he didn’t hesitate to slide his hands down your back slowly. Never breaking eye contact, he slid your shirt up and over your head as he rolled you over on your back. For moments like these, your glad to have the queen sized bed. The moment was NOT lustful, but love-full. Slow passionate movements, enjoying, embracing each and every second of it.
The next morning, you were wrapped up in Steve’s arms laying on his chest. You slowly opened your eyes to see Sara standing by the bed smiling at you, causing you to jump. Which led to Steve jolting awake, “Mama! Potty! Potty!” You were about to sit up, but remembered you were not dressed. “Okay, sweety!” You seen Steve’s shirt on the other side of the bed, reaching for it to put it on, and began mommy duties. Steve rubbed his eyes at the sun shining through the curtains, getting up, he through on some underwear and began cooking breakfast.
In the middle of breakfast, Bucky walked inside the apartment, he never knocks. Sara’s eyes lit up, she LOVED her daddy, but Uncle James was another one of her favorites. “Jay! Jay!!” She jumped from her seat and ran to him, (she originally tried calling him Buck, but her 'B’s were a struggle. So, it would come out Uck. Which always caused people to raise an eyebrow at the two year old. So, for now he is Jay.)
“Hey there girl!” He scooped his niece into his arms and held her tight, “I hate to break this up, but (y/n), we have a mission.” Your heart sank, Steve just back last night, and now your having to leave. Changing into your uniform,

“Make sure Sara takes her medicine. The directions are on the container.” She has a perfect physical features of you and Steve, but she had everything Steve was born with.
“I know (y/n). I may not be Banner, but I can give Sara her medicine.” He smiled as he watched you change.

You gave Sara a hug and a kiss, and wrapped your arms around Steve’s neck. You gave him a slow kiss, “When I get back. We can have part two of last night.” Winking at the now blushing Steve Rodgers. Bucky cleared his throat, “I’m still here.”
You go to shut the door behind you, “I can’t wait babe!” Steve called as you look at him one more time before shutting the door. Sara came back with My Little Pony figurines in her hands, she looked around, “Mama?” Steve knelt down, “Mama had to go bye bye, sweety, with Uncle James.” She gave him a sad look, “She will be back later.” Steve played dress up, took her to the park, got ice-cream, watched a marathon of My Little Pony, played house, played store, and it was not even dinner time yet. His phone buzzed with a text message:

“Hey babe, the mission is taking longer we thought. I should be home sometime tomorrow night! Love you!”

He gave a sad smile, as he finished coloring a picture of a puppy with Sara. It was time for bed, Steve tucked Sara into bed and read her a story. “Good night baby doll..” He kissed her good night, “Night night daddy.” He couldn’t help but smile at his daughter. When you were gone on missions he could never sleep, he hated not being there to protect you. Bucky promised to always look after you, and he trusted Bucky with you. He should have felt more peace because not only was Bucky with you but Sam as well. His two best friends, but it didn’t. He finally fell asleep.

“STEVE!!” Bucky broke through the door, Steve flew out of bed to the scream of his friend. “What!?! Where is (y/n)!?!” Steve’s heart was pounding, “Daddy?” He turned to see Sara in her doorway sucking her thumb and holding her stuffed pink horse in the other hand, “Sweet heart!” He scooped her up in his arms as he looked back at Bucky who was pale, “(Y/n) has been captured.” Steve’s heart broke, his grip on Sara tightened at the words. Laura came in and took Sara as Steve suited up. He was quiet the entire way to the location, Bucky and Sam sat on either side of Steve. His leg was bouncing from the anxiety and anger flowing through his body. They arrived at the facility and Steve took off as soon as he could get off the jet. “Steve! Wait!” Sam called to him, Steve ignored the call of his friend. After fighting and killing several men, he came face to face with your body. Your strapped to a metal bed like structure. “(Y/n)!!” He ran to your side. His face turned pale as he seen took in the state of your body, bruised, cut up, and broken. “(y/n)!!” Tears filled his eyes as he tried to get you to respond. Silence. Bucky and Sam came into the room and froze, Steve ripped the straps of your wrists and ankles. Holding you in his arms as he fell to his knees, “Baby please!” You weren’t breathing and there was no heart beat. “No! No! No! (Y/n) please!!” His heart was beating fast as his breathes shortened, a panic attack came upon him.

Steve shot up in his bed, his pillow soaked in sweat. He was trying to catch his breathe as he looked at the digital clock, 3am, he let out a huff as he pushed the sheets back and went to the the punching bag. Time went by, his mind was flooding with the images of your deceased body in his arms. His anger and anxiety flooded, as his punches grew stronger and stronger. His focus was shifted when he heard, “Daddy?” He turned to see his little girl, with her bed head she got from you, “What is it Sara?” He moved his sweat soaked hair over, “Play wiff me!” She smiled,

“Not now Sara.”
“Pwease daddy, play wiff me.”
“No Sara.”

She made her way over to Steve and tugged his shirt, “Da–” “SARA! NO!” He boomed making the girl jump as her eyes widened and watered. Steve’s heart instantly broke at the fear in her eyes, like a piece of fine China falling onto the ground. “Baby doll, I’m sorry!” He tried to reach for her, “NO! MAMA! MAMA!” She took off running away from Steve, crying for you. Steve tried to catch up to her, but Sara had already locked herself in her room. “Sweety, please open up. I’m sorry I yelled at you.” “NO!” She yelled back from the other side of the door. Steve tried batting her out with candy, ice-cream, another My Little Pony marathon, anything to get her out. Nothing worked, Steve sat on the floor up against the pink princess bedroom door, with his head in his hands thinking of what to do. Then, he got an idea.

Sara sat in her room as she snuggled her stuffed pony, when all of a sudden she heard something.

“Been working so hard
I’m punching my card
Eight hours for what
Oh, tell me what I got”

She smiled as she wiped her eyes, she stood up and opened the door, and seen her daddy dancing in the living room. She drops her pony and takes off to dance with her daddy.

“I’ve got this feeling
That times are holding me down
I’ll hit the ceiling
Or else I’ll tear up this town”

You walk up the front door, and you commotion on the other side. Sticking your ear to the door you hear the 'Family Dance Time’ playlist, you made. You open the door and see Sara holding Steve’s fingers as they are crazy dancing around the living room. Spinning, jumping, and Steve twirling her around, you close the door and run to them joining in your favorite part of the song:

“Now I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose”