i would never light these babies ever

Into You (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: I put 3 requests together in this one;

81. “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

91. “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like..”

99. “Come sit on my lap.”

An imagine based on the song “Into You” by Ariana Grande

Warnings: SMUT (or worse my first smut!!)

Word Count:

A/N: Listen to “Into You” by Ariana Grande while reading. Oh God what is this!!!!! This was my first smut and honestly, I have never sinned like this before. The most awkward part was the last part…

Originally posted by loveviral

“I’m so into you, I can barely breathe. And all I wanna do is to fall in deep. But close ain’t close enough ‘til we cross the line, hey yeah. So name a game to play, and I’ll roll a dice, hey”

Music was blasting off, sending ecstatic feelings to the seniors who were happy to be graduating and finally leaving high school after four miserable years. The apartment was full of people dancing, making out, doing the stupidest things alcohol was causing but none of them was caring. It was the night when they were feeling finally free.

However, Peter Parker was not enjoying the party very much. He was dragged there by his friend Ned, who was surprisingly drunk off his ass by midnight and left Peter all alone. Peter didn’t know much people and he wasn’t much of a talker. Other than that, he was quiet disturbed by watching his crush of four years, sitting on a lap of some douchebag. Peter didn’t have any right to get mad at the scene as Y/N was just a friend for him. They talked when they saw each other at school but not more than that. Ned always kept pushing Peter to ask her out but for Peter, it was harder than getting into some fancy college. He kept glaring at the guy but his eyes were also on Y/N. He felt his pants tightening and he couldn’t catch his breath for a second as he watched her grinding on the guy, her hair all over her face, her mouth open… He sighed and started playing with his fingers. The boredom was killing him and the noisier the seniors got, the more irritated Peter got. He stood up and walked towards to the kitchen to get some drink. Peter didn’t drink much but he knew the night wasn’t going to pass without alcohol.

He harshly opened the fridge, still thinking how Y/N was grinding on that guy’s lap, he sighed and shook his head, she could do whatever the fuck she wanted. He pulled a beer can and opened it quickly. When he turned around he bumped into someone and beer was spilled all over to the floor.

“Shit…” They both mumbled. Peter tilted his head to see who he was talking to. “Sorry, wait, I’ll get you another one,” the girl mumbled and headed to the fridge. Peter’s mouth was open, seeing that it was Y/N. “Okay,” he talked to himself quietly while nervously waiting for her. He didn’t even know why he was nervous; they always talked to each other. But tonight, Peter felt like he wanted more.

He was woken up from his thoughts by the soft voice of Y/N: “Here, I’m sorry Peter, again,” she chuckled. Even though she had looked pretty energetic back when Peter was watching her, now she looked extremely calm. Peter was curious if she had taken any drugs or something.

Peter grinned: “No problem, thanks for the beer,” he lifted the beer up. They stared each other awkwardly, not talking for a while then Y/N asked: “Are you alone?”

Peter nodded while taking a sip from his beer. “Actually, Ned was with me like an hour ago, I don’t know where the hell he is right now,” they both laughed, knowing how Ned would be if he was drunk. “I was with my friends too but we made a stupid bet so I needed to give this stupid guy a lap dance. Ugh, it was gross. I’m glad that I could escape them. Shall we hang out together, you seem bored?”

Peter was shocked and also extremely pleased by her offer: “Sure!”

They both headed to the dancing crowd.

“Oh, baby, look what you started. The temperature’s rising in here. Is this gonna happen? Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move, before I make a move.”

“You are the worst dancer I have ever seen!” Y/N yelled at Peter who was truly failing dancing. “Hey! I didn’t know this was a dancing competition. I just came here to have a good time, I feel so attacked right now!” Peter yelled back.

They had been dancing for a while, neither of them feeling tired at all. They were probably the only ones who weren’t drunk; Peter wasn’t drunk since he needed to take his friend back home and Y/N just didn’t feel like drinking. Music was getting louder and louder as the hours passed, it was almost 2 a.m.

Peter was finally enjoying his freedom night. This was the first time he was hanging out with Y/N and it was probably the first time he was truly having fun. They didn’t talk much but it was okay. Just dancing was enough too. Well, not that enough maybe.

“Why are you dancing so far away from me Parker?” Y/N chuckled while getting closer to him slowly. Peter’s smile faded away, now what was he supposed to do? “I-I didn’t realize…”

“I’m joking,” she smirked and placed her hands on his shoulder, their chests nearly touching each other. After a while, Peter got used to the position so he gently placed his hands on her waist. His hands sent a warm feeling through Y/N’s body, causing her to bite her lower lip. Peter stared at the ceiling trying to hide his groan Y/N just caused.

“Peter…” Y/N whispered and Peter stared back at her dazzling eyes: “Yes?”

“When will we stop pretending and stop this pain for both of us?” Y/N gasped, still dancing against Peter’s body. Peter knew exactly what she was talking about but he couldn’t say anything. He felt his cheeks burning up and his hands were shaking. Of course he wanted to stop pretending, he just didn’t know how. “Let me make this easier for you.” She stood up a bit more to reach to Peter’s ear and slowly whispered: “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear,” sending shivers down Peter’s spine. Without hesitation, he pressed his lips onto hers. The harsh kiss caused her to moan, making Peter more flustered than ever. Y/N opened her mouth to let Peter’s tongue in. Peter’s hands were slowly roaming all over her body, painfully. “Peter…” Y/N moaned again. Peter smirked, not moving for a bit. “Stop teasing me,” Y/N whimpered, unbuttoning Peter’s flannel slowly. Peter groaned at the sudden action and mumbled: “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like…”

Y/N broke the kiss and slowly walked backwards, leaving Peter speechless. “Huh, I guess you will never find out if you keep standing there…”

“So, baby, come light me up, and maybe I’ll let you on it. A little bit dangerous, but, baby, that’s how I want it. A little less conversation and a little more “touch my body” 'Cause I’m so into you, into you, into you.”

Peter followed Y/N through the long corridor, trying to walk quickly between the teenagers who were all over the place.

When Y/N finally got into one of the rooms a smirk was formed on Peter’s face. He slowly opened the door and saw Y/N leaning on a wall, her arms crossed, acting like she was disinterested in this whole situation. Peter quickly closed the door. The room was not very dark but it lacked light too. Before Peter could even move, Y/N attacked his lips. Peter’s face was red again. Even though he was getting used to this whole situation, it was still a shock for him. His hands slowly roamed her waist and a little bit down. As the kiss got rougher, Peter gained confidence. They slowly walked backwards to the bed and Peter sat down. They were both running out of breath. Peter slowly put his hands to Y/N’s sides who was standing in front of him. He slid his hands into her tight dress and stopped between her thighs, causing her to moan. “Come sit on my lap,” he demanded. Y/N sat on his lap and Peter kissed her jaw and shoulders softly. Y/N smirked and started grinding in a painfully slow pace. Peter’s hands were trembling again; he felt his pants tightening each second. He let out a quiet moan. “I-I adore you angel…” To tease him more, Y/N kept grinding while sucking on his lower lip. Peter couldn’t take it anymore so he pinned Y/N to the bed.

Y/N chuckled lightly at the sudden confidence Peter gained and Peter blushed:“If you don’t want me to-“

“Please, less conversation more touching,” Y/N whined and pulled him closer by grabbing his half unbuttoned flannel. Peter started sucking on Y/N’s collarbone, leaving marks. Then he slowed down a bit and kissed her breasts softly while Y/N’s hands were all over his soft hair. Peter unzipped her dress and she took it off immediately. “You are so beautiful,” he mumbled, while he kissed her stomach, cupping her breasts. Y/N kept whining, waiting for him to do something. Peter took off his pants and unbuttoned his flannel. He looked at Y/N, who was already a moaning mess, asking if these are all okay. Y/N simply nodded and Peter kept massaging her breasts. When finally he took off Y/N’s panties and his boxer, he slowly kissed her inner thighs. “P-peter… please…” Peter pressed his lips to hers, slowly getting inside of her, trying to make sure everything was okay. His hands still on her breasts and his lips on her jaw. Y/N kept moaning his name, causing Peter to go faster and faster each second. Peter kept whispering: “I love you”s into her ears.


I can’t believe it’s been over 5 years since the first time I ever talked to Natasha.

Back then I could not understand how someone could have found me through the things I created because at that point I was completely unknown (hell, I’m still a complete unknown), and here was this beautiful girl just…spreading all this positivity and joy towards me when I was feeling the quite opposite of that in my life.

Never did she express anything other than love and kindness towards me. Even after all of these years, not once has Natasha hurt me. She has never brought any pain to me and I don’t think she ever could.

And to be honest, it was almost unreal for me to accept.
I almost pushed myself completely away from her because I know I have such capacity to hurt others and I didn’t want to be the one that tore her apart.

I didn’t think there were people like her in the world. Selflessly caring for others without asking anything in return. Always just a message away. Never disappearing and leaving no trace of themselves behind when things got rough.

I still sometimes don’t feel good enough for her, if only because she is so absolutely pure in my eyes.

Until you know her in this intimate way, I don’t think anyone can truly understand how special she is.

She wears herself thin at the expense of making others happy. She’ll spend her last pennies to make sure her friends have wonderful gifts on their special days. She works her fingers to the bone making sure others are looking absolutely beautiful. She offers her home and food to the ones who need a place to crash…

Everyday of my life I ask how the fuck did I get so lucky to be the one to share this space in time with her? And be accepted into her warm embrace?
To share so much laughter and happiness and adventure with her…?
To hold her and kiss her and make her feel the very same way…she makes me feel?

I love you, Natasha and today I, Ash and all of the people who love you get to celebrate the day you were born.
You make the world a brighter place every. single. day. and we are the lucky ones, we are the blessed ones, to be in that light beside you.

You’re my Fuji apple, my passionate doll.
My two of hearts. The Michael Alig to my James St. James and I love you completely…!

Thank you for giving me something I never thought I would ever…ever have in my life.

Happy Birthday, baby! <3 <3 <3

The Littlest Things - A Call The Midwife One-Shot

Trixie and Shelagh have their first proper conversation in a while, and Shelagh realises just how much she has missed her friend.

For the wonderful @beatrix-franklin, whose fabulous essay on Shelagh and Trixie’s friendship motivated me to actually sit down and write this (go read it people!). I’m also gonna tag @swearronchanel, because if anyone loves Shelagh and Trixie’s friendship, its Gabby (and you should 100% go read her hilarious episode commentaries)


It’s the littlest things that make you miss a person; the scent of their perfume, the crisp click of their shoes on the kitchen floor, the wonderful way they always make their tea. But Shelagh hadn’t realised just how much she had missed all of these little things about Trixie until her friend was standing in front her again. Shelagh had had so much going on recently, so much to think about - looking after Angela, Thalidomide, this new baby - that she simply hadn’t had the time to miss things like the sound of Trixie’s tell-tale giggle, but now all of a sudden she was sitting at home with nothing to do but wait for the baby. All of a sudden, Trixie Franklin was knocking at Shelagh’s door, bustling in Shelagh’s kitchen cutting cake and making tea. And all of a sudden, Shelagh realised that she hadn’t truly seen her friend in a good while - she worked with Nurse Franklin at the clinic, sure, but Trixie? She had missed Trixie. 

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Sex or Drugs? -Jongup- *Smut*

Part two of B.A.P Skydive smut scenarios

Title: Sex or Drugs?
Pairing: Jongup + Reader

Plot: Shotgunning is really fun
Warning: Drug mention, sex I guess? Making out and oral and shit like that idk. Also, assume that you and Jongup are okay and have confirmed that sex is allowed when none of you are able to process thoughts properly okay thanks. Kinda overstim, fingering, poor Jongup gets his shirt buttons ripped off. Swearing too does that count
A/N: Hi I’m really turned on by the idea of shotgunning like woah
Requested by: Anon 

4.6 fucking k of filth where do I sign up for Hell
This was so fun to write omg

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ahs: murder house sentence starters
  • ❜  the light is different out here. it’s softer.  ❜
  • ❜  so we’re the addams family now.  ❜
  • ❜  that girl is a monster.  ❜
  • ❜  jesus h. christ.  ❜
  • ❜  can i ask you a personal question?  ❜
  • ❜  don’t make me kill you again.  ❜
  • ❜  is there anything more wonderful than the promise of a new child… or more heartbreaking when that promise is broken?  ❜
  • ❜  i’m trying very hard not to judge you.  ❜
  • ❜  but i was never unfaithful.  ❜
  • ❜  i’m not usually much of a cupcake girl myself…  ❜
  • ❜  i’d kill to live in this house, regardless of the history!  ❜
  • ❜  i don’t want to be here anymore!  ❜
  • ❜  try to find some dignity in the situation.  ❜
  • ❜  every time I find my heart breaking just a sliver for you, i suddenly remember. you made this mess for yourself.  ❜
  • ❜  i’m not naive to the ways of men.  ❜
  • ❜  you say we were victims of something bad there. i say that’s the place where we survived.  ❜
  • ❜  i am trying here!  ❜
  • ❜  everybody thinks they have style, and everybody thinks they’re funny. most people aren’t.  ❜
  • ❜  i think you should just leave.  ❜
  • ❜  the one thing about the dead is they’ve got nothing left to lose.  ❜
  • ❜  you hear me? i will kill you.  ❜
  • ❜   screw high school. that’s… it’s just a blip in your timeline. don’t get stuck there.  ❜
  • ❜  we need the money.  ❜
  • ❜  i’m finding it really hard to look at your face. cause i really, really, really want to bash it in.  ❜
  • ❜  but i’m not going to be your friend. i will merely tolerate you.  ❜
  • ❜  why are you bullshitting me?!?  ❜
  • ❜  sometimes shit just happens.  ❜ 
  • ❜  the dead can hold a grudge better than most scorpios.  ❜
  • ❜  fags have such a great eye for detail, don’t they?  ❜
  • ❜  i’m going to have a little glass of this chardonnay.  ❜
  • ❜  as you can see, this room belongs to a sad, depressed teenager.  ❜
  • ❜  why are you being such an asshole?  ❜
  • ❜  this turns you on. i know it does.  ❜
  • ❜  depressing sex is even more depressing when you try so hard.  ❜
  • ❜  did it hurt? the first time usually does.  ❜
  • ❜  they’re just trying to scare you.  ❜
  • ❜  i’m open to suggestions.  ❜
  • ❜  i think i have mommy issues. you know a good therapist?  ❜
  • ❜  you’re kidding me. i thought you said you hated her.  ❜
  • ❜  i have long stopped asking why the mad do mad things.  ❜
  • ❜  as big as this place is, it does get very lonely.  ❜
  • ❜  watch it, you goddamned queen!  ❜
  • ❜  what are you gonna do? murder me?  ❜
  • ❜  we’ll make excellent parents.  ❜
  • ❜  seriously, though, are you ready for all this? i mean, you never struck me as the diapers and midnight feedings type.  ❜
  • ❜  he’s the most beautiful baby i’ve ever seen.  ❜
  • ❜  from blood and pain come perfection.  ❜
  • ❜  my mom is dead.  ❜
  • ❜  why would i do that?  ❜
  • ❜  i used to think you were like me.  ❜
  • ❜  you are the darkness.  ❜
  • ❜  you are the only light i’ve ever known.  ❜
  • ❜  you have to pay for what you did! all the pain you’ve caused, all the sorrows.  ❜ 
  • ❜  i can’t be with you, i won’t be with you.  ❜
  • ❜  go away!  ❜
  • ❜  are you sure you want to be alone? they say this house is haunted.  ❜
  • ❜  you’re kind of twisted, aren’t you?  ❜
  • ❜  you’re charismatic and compelling and a pathological liar.  ❜
  • ❜  ever since I was a little girl, I knew I was destined for great things.  ❜
  • ❜  but… my dreams became nightmares.  ❜ 
Anakin Skywalker - Did You Feel That?

Requested: Yes. (The reader is pregnant and Anakin feels the baby kick for the first time.)

Prompt: The reader is pregnant with Anakin’s child and he feels the baby kick for the first time.

A/N: I hope you like this one!

You were five months pregnant with yours and Anakin’s first child, and both of you were very excited for the arrival of your baby. You had been preparing like crazy, even though you still had approximately four months to wait before the arrival.

You were also a Jedi Knight. Obviously, you had a noticeable baby bump by now, and others have noticed. Others meaning the Jedi Council and other Jedi Knights. It had been a bit of a predicament at first, considering Jedi weren’t allowed to have attachments much less get married and have children. But you and Anakin pleaded to the Council, telling them how much you meant to each other and how your love for the other helped keep both of you grounded. Which was true. But the reasoning behind having no attachments was because caring for someone as deeply as you and Anakin did could be a path to the dark side. But both of you knew that would never happen, especially if you had each other. 

It took a lot of time to get through to them, but they ended up allowing you two to stay together and raise your baby as long as you were careful and were aware of your feelings. This made both of you the happiest you had ever been because now, you didn’t have to hide your feelings. Everything was going amazing and you didn’t know how you got so lucky.

You were currently standing out on the balcony of your apartment on Coruscant, watching the different speeders pass as the sun began to set. You sighed softly to yourself, thinking of Anakin and how he would be home soon. He had been on a three day mission, meaning you hadn’t seen him since he left. You really missed him when he was gone because you weren’t used to it. Usually, you would go on missions with him. But given the fact that you were pregnant, that wasn’t an option and he made sure you stayed home. 

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist. “Hello, beautiful.” Anakin smiled as he pressed a kiss to your cheek before resting his head in the crook of your neck. You had been so deep in thought that you hadn’t heard or even sensed him come in.

“I was just thinking about you.” You smiled as you turned your head slightly to look at him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, my love.” He returned your smile. You were about to turn around in his arms so that you could kiss him when you felt a weird sensation in your stomach. You froze. Did your baby just kick for the first time?

“Did you feel that?” You asked, immediately turning around to face Anakin. By the look on his face, you could already tell that he had. 

“I did.” He smiled brightly, moving his hands back to your stomach. A few moments later, you felt it again. 

“He or she must recognize your touch- or your voice or something.” You smiled, looking up at him. The thought of that made you extremely happy, knowing that your baby could tell when Anakin was around. It brought a warm feeling to your heart. 

“Has this happened before?” He asked, looking down at you. He sounded utterly amazed and that made you smile.

“No, never.” You said, shaking your head. You were also incredibly amazed. You hadn’t even thought about what your baby kicking would feel like, and now you were experiencing it. And so was Anakin. You don’t think you’ve felt this happy since you found out that you were pregnant.

Anakin just smiled, pulling you into a loving embrace. “This is amazing.” He said with a light laugh, holding you close.

“I know.” You said, a smiling still lingering on your lips as you hugged him. 

He then pulled back slightly to give you a very passionate kiss, one he had been waiting to give you ever since he came through the door. “I love you so much.” He said once he pulled away.

“I love you too.” You said, looking up at him, gently playing with the ends of his hair since your arms were wrapped around his neck.

He then crouched down so that he was level with your stomach, placing his hands lightly on either side of it. “And I love you too. So much. I can’t wait to see you in four months, baby Skywalker.” He smiled as he spoke to your stomach.

You couldn’t help but smile as well, and laugh slightly at his nickname for the baby. Seeing him connecting with the baby already was amazing and he or she wasn’t even born yet. You couldn’t be happier. You had your small sprouting family and that was all you needed to be happy. 

Chance-Part 6

A/N: Last part of this series.Thank you so much for liking this series,your support encourages me to write more.Love you all so much.xx

Pairing:Theo Raeken X Reader.

Word Count:1.44K words

Part 1  Part 2   Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 


*Few Months Later*

These past months were amazing,each passing day I’m falling for Theo a little bit more than the previous day.These past few months were magical.

Currently I’m getting ready for school,Theo’s car broke down so I will give him ride today.

I got ready and headed downstairs seeing my mother getting her stuffs ready.

“Woah mom,slow down,”I chuckled.

“Good morning honey,”my mom hugged me.She’s going on a businnes trip for three days.


“Can you believe?I’m late for the third time this week!”She sighed.

“It’s okay mom,just don’t rush and drive safely there okay?”I said.

“I will darling,now finish your breakfast and go to school and please be a good girl”,I nodded.

“When’s Theo coming?”My mom asked.

“Oh actually his car broke down so today I’ll give him a lift,”I said before eating the toast.

“Are you sure?You haven’t drive in a while,I can drive you there?”

“No mom,I’ll be fine,besides you’re already late,now go,”I said laughing.

“Are you sure Y/N?”She asked hesitantly.

“Yeah mom,why are you worrying so much?”

“Well,you’re my baby so it’s natural for me to worry,okay?”My mom sighed.    

“Mom,I’ll be fine,don’t worry,I’ll give you a call after I reach school,sounds good?”I said impatiently.

“Okay,drive safe,love you,will miss you”she said rushing off.

“Love ya,will miss you too”I said smiling.

I sent a quick text to Theo saying I’ll be there within few minutes.

My phone dinged indicating a new message from Theo,

Drive safely,I love you xx

I smiled before walking towards my car.

It’s been a while since I last drove,ever since dating Theo I didn’t need to worry about driving,he was my personal chauffeur.I teased him about it but he said he enjoyed being my chauffeur.That kid.

I got into my car and started driving it,Theo’s house isn’t that far away from my home,roughly it’s a five minutes drive.

“Seriously?”I muttered silently,once I noticed the sign saying “ROAD CLOSED”.

The easy route towards his house was currently undergoing contruction,that means I gotta take the other road which will take a while.I sighed and begin to drive towards the other way.

We won’t be late for school anyway since we always reach school fifteen minutes before the classes start so we’re good,I thought to myself.

My phone started ringing,I began to reach it and it was a mistake,I glanced at the screen it was from Theo before I can even comprehend what was going on I saw a truck coming from the opposite direction,I panicked and tried to drive the other way.The last thing I saw was my car colliding with a tree nearby before everything went blank.

Theo’s POV

What’s taking her so long?I wondered as I shifted uncomfortably on my couch.I tried calling her phone several times but it just went to voicemail.

“Okay Theo,relax,she must be picking some coffee on her way,”I tried to calm myself.

I heard my phone ringing and immediately sighed in relief when I saw it was Y/N calling.

“Babe,where are you?”I asked.

“Hello,is this Theo?”asked a male voice.

“Yes,may I ask who is this?This is my girlfriend’s phone.”I  panicked,what is going on.

“This is officer Reynolds.The owner of this phone got in a car accident,so we’re immediately taking her to the Beacon Hills Hospital,”spoke the other end.

“Car…acci-accident?”I asked not believing.

“I’m sorry,she’s unconscious right now.”

“I’ll…be.. there.”I barely made a sentence.

I immediately called Stiles and told him what happened before rushing off towards the hospital.

I met Stiles on my way and got in his jeep.

“What’s her situation right now?”Scott asked panicking.

“She’s unconscious now,”I said in tears.

“Okay Theo,we’re almost there please stay strong,”Stiles said,his own voice trembling.

“I’ll call Lydia and Malia,”Scott said before calling them on his phone.

Once we reached the hospital I rushed down the doors walking to the front door.

“Excuse me,I’m here for Y/N Y/L/N.”I said tapping my thumbs on the counter nervously.

“Yes sir,room 124 down that hallway.”I nodded and began to search for her room.

I saw Melissa exiting the room Y/N was admitted to.She saw me and gave me a weak smile before saying,”Theo,she’s fine.She experienced a mild concussion,I gave her pills so she’s taking rest.”Melissa gently held my hand in a motherly comforting way and hugged me.At that moment I broke down.

“It’s all my fault,I shouldn’t have asked her to drive me to school,I’m supposed to look for her but see I failed.”I sobbed.

“Shh shh,it’s not your fault okay?Don’t blame yourself kid.”She smiled softly.

“Thank you,”I said smiling weakly.

“No problem at all,now meet your girl,but make sure she gets enough rest.”She said before waling away.

I took a deep breathe and opened the door,I saw the love of my life lying in the bed.She had a small bandage on her forehead and IVY’s running through her arms.My poor baby,I sat down in the chair next to her bed grabbing her hand gently.She was sleeping peacefully.I gently caressed her cheeks before placing a small kiss on top of her head.I tried to held back my tears but failed miserably.

Y/N shifted slightly,groaning a little.

“Baby…” I began.

She turned her head opening her eyes slowing,smiling gently as soon as she noticed me.

“Hey handsome,”she said squeezing my hand gently.

“Hey beautiful,how are you feeling?”I asked softly.

“Other than this headache,I’m fine and also I’m thirsty.”

I filled a glass with water and gently made her drink that.


“Yup,”she smiled.

Oh how beautiful she looked,my baby girl.

“Don’t you dare ever make me scare like this,you understand?”I said caressing her face.

“I’m so sorry baby,it never happened before,I don’t know how it happened and-”I interrupted her by kissing her softly.

“Accidents happen okay?I’m just glad you’re not injured severely,”I said gently.

“Hmm,”I sighed.

“I can’t imagine what I would have done if I lost you,”I said silently letting my tears flow.

“Hey,I am okay,don’t worry,I’m right here.”She said helding my face and kissing me softly.

“Please don’t ever leave me,I love you too much baby girl,”I smiled through the tears.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily Raeken,”she smiled,the smile that lights up my world.

“I’m willing to spent each and every day of my life with you by my side,I can’t imagine it with anyone else,”I kissed her hand.

“Aww,you’re such a sweetheart,I love you darling,”she said.

I smiled,what did I do to deserve such an amazing person,I always wonder that.

“I’m just glad that you gave me a chance to show you how much you mean to me,thank you for agreeing to be my girlfriend,for always been there for and most importantly loving me.”I said.

“We’re having emotional talks,aren’t we?”she chuckled.

“Yeah,maybe”I said chuckling.

“Well I would have been a fool if I didn’t give you a chance,I’m grateful that you lived up to my expectation,so thank you Theodore.”she said.


I kissed him softly,before getting interrupted by the pack.

“Keep it PG kids,”I heard Liam scoff.

“Oh Y/N,are you okay?”Lydia rushed towards me giving me hug and wore a worried expression.

“I’m fine Lyds,”I assured her.

“Thank God,”Kira sighed in relief.

“We were worried sick,”Malia breathed peacefully.

“My mom said they’ll discharge you tomorrow,”Scott said before giving me a hug gently.

“Urghh,why not soon?”I asked impatiently.

“Hey,the time will pass quickly okay?”Stiles said encouragingly.

“Besides I brought my laptop so we can watch a movie today!”Mason said excitedly.

“Oh yess,”I said happily.

“If it wasn’t for Scott’s mom,we’ll all be kicked out,but she gave us a chance to stay here for few hours,”Liam said before seating in the bed beside me and hugging me.

“Only I have the permission to stay all night,hah”Theo said grinning.

“You okay?”Liam asked.

“Yes,”I said smiling.

He kissed my forehead softly then went towards Mason to choose a movie.

“Okay,I still get jealous by your interactions with Liam,”Theo said pouting.

“Oh baby,c’mere,we’re just friends,nothing for you to worry about,okay?”I said chuckling.

“I’ll try,”he said smiling.

“OKAY FOREST GUMP!”Stiles yelled.

“Calm down Stlinski,”Mason rolled his eyes.

I looked around and saw everyone,feeling the happiest to have such amazing people around me and most importantly a perfect boyfriend.I smiled looking at him,who was currently watching the movie,he’s beautiful.I scooted closer to him and rest my head on his shoulder.

“I love you,”I whispered.

“I love you.”he said kissing my forehead.

Therapy - Antoine Griezmann

I found this in my notes since I got this saved in there for like forever, so I thought I would post that today, I really hope you like this x It’s something completely different to normal I guess haha x 

Originally posted by sashosasho

“Well the drugs did feel great when they were rushing through me. Finally getting to my mind and making me forget about the bullshit I was wanting so bad to escape from” i said.

Meanwhile I was studying the boy in front of me he had light brown hair and baby blue eyes which looked as deep as the ocean i would sometimes look at him from across the room, not as creepy as it sounded. Or that he noticed of course. He always seemed quiet, never one to really communicate with people here. I did talk with him from then and there since he was the only one my age most of the other ones were older then us or surprisingly young so we got along pretty good. But I only ever saw him here and haven’t ever really talked outside of here with him. I haven’t found out yet why he did drugs through yet. But then again I didn’t really communicate either and I probably seemed quiet here too. I did not trust people especially the ones here we were all here for one reason and one reason only because we had been drug addicted.

And even through I told myself I would never end up going to a support group I did. I told myself I would never do drugs too and see where I ended up. But that was another story and I wanted to hear the one from Antoine in front of me. He had something about him that got me really interested in him since the first time I saw him here.  Today we were paired up in a group to tell us how the drugs felt. I thought it would be difficult to talk about them but it wasn’t. Not at all. Mostly because i was done with them. And i did not feel the need to take them anymore as months ago. I did good on my own. There really wasn’t anyone helping me besides my psychologist, she encouraged me and told me to go to the support group. I didn’t wanted to at first, only crazy people went there and I was not crazy, but who was I?

I didn’t really know anymore. I destroyed myself as much as there barely was anything left of the old me. But I wasn’t the only one doing the damage here, he did too. You started all of this. You were the only reason i even started the drugs. Funny thing that you hated nothing more than drugs maybe that was the reason i did them in the first place. You cheated on me treated me like shit, hit me did everything horrible to me there was to do. And I tolerated it for the longest time, i don’t even know why. I should have ended things with you earlier. I guess i was just so afraid. Afraid of dying, afraid you would hurt me as much to as I was going to die.

And as finally one of my old friends stepped in he did broke up with me and it was good it was what i needed all along. but after the real mess started I started to get wasted. I was heartbroken and thought an enough amount of alcohol could help me. Well it didn’t I soon realized that so I tried drugs. First only once or twice a month or per week but soon enough I did them every day. I became addicted to the drugs like I did to him. And as much as it was destroying me I loved it. The drugs made me feel something again. But it was getting out of hand and i did realize that too. Or more one of my friends did she was one of the only ones i still had. the other ones left me while things became hard. guess they weren’t real ones at all. So i went to a psychologist. started to work on myself, for myself . went here and got better and slowly I was getting a normal life back.

“they did make me forget. they took me to another world. where i wasn’t the looser i am” he said and looked up to me.

He was so rare and I tried to read his face expression trying to understand what he was going through what he was feeling but I couldn’t read it at all. I wanted to help him, it was weird, I didn’t really knew anything about him, yet I didn’t wanted him to go through any kind of pain. I wanted hm to be okay. He was wearing a facade not really showing the real him or the him that was left of him.

“for how long did you do drugs?” I asked. I wanted to know everything about his story.

“i stopped before it would be too late. but i don’t exactly remember when i started. i shouldn’t have started at all” he chuckled shaking his head and I nodded. yeah if only I knew earlier what a damage I could have missed by not taking them.

“if you don’t mind me asking. how did you got in to drugs? what made you take them?” he asked and his eyebrows furrowed together.

“it’s a long story if you have time?” I asked hoping he would say yes. it felt good having someone who was willing to listen to me and hear about my story going through the same. without thinking i’m crazy.

“i do” he said and gave me a small smile.

The leader of our support group had ended today’s session and we made our way out.

“there’s a small coffee shop over there if you want to grab some?” he said and nodded in the direction.

i just nodded and followed him as he was leading me into the small shop. barely someone was in here but it looked cozy. he ordered two coffees and grabbed both of them walking over to a couch and sitting down handing you one of the cups. he gestured me to start my story and i sighed taking a sib before starting.

“i’m making it short. well i was in a relationship and we did end things and i tried forgetting him with alcohol but it did not work out so i did try drugs and they finally made me forgot.” i said and nodded.

I haven’t told anyone else beside my psychologist about it. who should I tell anyways? it’s not like someone was there and would care. But it did feel great to finally tell someone how I felt.

“did you love him?” he asked.

meeting my eyes and if it would be anyone else i would probably feel uncomfortable with his gaze but not with him. maybe it was that he was going through the same kind like i do.

“i did for a while”

“and did he love you?”

“i guess. he always told me the things he did were because of love, because he loved me. he put me through hell and i called it love” i said and my voice was barely more than a whisper but i’m sure he understood me because as soon as i looked up with a few tears falling out of my eyes his eyes softened and they almost looked like worry. but then again he was difficult to read.

“i’m sorry i did not want to remind you of what has happened. i just thought it would help you to talk about it” he said and put a hand on my leg squeezing it comfortably.

“don’t worry. it does help. there was just a lot happening which i’m still trying to forget” i said nodding and trying not to cry more.

i didn’t wanted to cry anymore, i was frustrated that i was still crying when i was telling it. that it still hurt me so much when it shouldn’t anymore. i should finally let it go.

“but enough of me. it’s your turn now” i said and nodded at him and he starred at me for a moment before sighing.

“well my story is completely different.” he said and chuckled slightly.

“you probably don’t know much about football do you?”

“football? uhm no not really” i said and shrugged.

“well i used to be a professional footballer.”

“did you play for any famous team?” i asked i did knew some football teams but i did know any of their footballers or watched any games at all.

“well do you know Atlético Madrid? i used to play for them”

“wow yeah i do know them. what happened?”

i did know Atlético Madrid. it was my dads favorite football team. He used to tell me so many stuff about them and had a few posters hanging on his walls when I still talked to him and was still home. but that was years ago and I haven’t seen him or anyone from my family in general since.
it all ended in a fight and if that wouldn’t be all enough the fight was because of my ex boyfriend they knew he wasn’t the one they told me to break things off. but i was too naive back then i thought he was the one thought it would stay like this forever. well it didn’t and they were right but they told me to not come back if it didn’t turn out. so i haven’t called them again and they haven’t tried. and as much as i sometimes missed them i grew used to it.

“well there was just so much pressure you know? i was one of the best ones there not to praise myself or anything just. i needed to play in every game. there were barely any breaks and as much as i loved football it was my passion. there was just so much pressure on me people criticized everything about me and it was like they only saw the minutes i played like shit. so i tried to get more relaxed with drugs but i found myself doing drugs more than i should and then i became addicted” he said.

“do you miss your old life?”

“i do miss my old life. i should or could have handled it better.“ He said shaking his head.

„do you miss your old life?“ he asked and looked back to me.

"my life before was anything but okay so no not at all” i said and shook my head.

i did not miss miss my old life. i did miss being okay. having no worries.  i miss not missing anything.

“i wish i could have protected you from all the bad that was happening to you” he said and I looked up to meet his eyes. a smile grew on my lips. He was too cute and caring to be real.

“thank you” I said and he just shook my head.

“do you miss playing football?” i asked i was just curious.

“i do. i haven’t touched a ball in months” he said and shrugged.

“then we should do that. i mean if it’s okay for you” i said realizing that he may not being okay with facing his reason to do drugs.

“no it’s okay. let’s do this” he said and got up from the couch.

I got up as well and we both walked out of the coffee. I was following him since he apparently knew the region pretty well.

“do you live close to that coffee shop?” i asked as we were walking beside each other.

“i do. it’s just around the corner. it’s nothing fancy. i used to live in a pretty big house in a different region but i lost a lot of money with the drugs and everything” he said and shrugged.

We stood in front of his house, it was big. It wasn’t fancy or spectacular. but it looked nice.

“here we are” he said and opened the door and i just followed him looking around as we were walking through his house.

“do you want something to drink or anything or start to play now?” he said and chuckled.

“we’re playing first” i said and smiled.

We two started playing and I soon realized how good he actually was. And he hasn’t played for months but he still was amazing at what he was doing. I could tell that it was his passion he was laughing and being more relaxed and different.

“i’m giving up” i said and groaned as I stopped running after him, while he was on his way to make another goal.

“but i’m winning”

“oh i couldn’t tell” i said sarcastically and rolled my eyes laughing.

He chuckled and walked over to me.

“alright alright” he said and put his hand up in defence.

“well you’re still pretty good at what you’re doing i guess”

“i guess” he chuckled nervously.

“c'mon i need to drink something from all the running you made me do” i said and changed the topic.

He laughed and pulled me with him inside. We walked to his kitchen and he put two glasses outside and a bottle of water pouring water in the glasses.

“do you still sometimes think about the drugs about how the made you feel?” he asked and looked over to me.

I drank out almost my whole glass before answering him.

“i do. probably more than i should. i just really miss the feeling” i said and could feel that my hand was starting to shake.

i tried hiding it inside the pocket of my hoodie not wanting him to see it. It was nothing strange, in deed that happened quiet often. When it first happened I got worried but the doctors and my psychologist told me it wasn’t something unfamiliar. But he already saw it and took my hand in between his.

“hey you’re okay. yeah?” he said and his beautifully eyes met mine again.

i nodded and breathed out trying to stop it. it would soon stop probably it was just really annoying.

“do you have that a lot?” he asked still having his two hands around mine.

“yeah from time to time.”

it wasn’t like i would take drugs right now if he wouldn’t be there. i really wouldn’t. i controlled myself good enough.  just sometimes still thought about it and how it made me feel.

“is it whenever you think of him or the drugs?” he asked.

He wanted to know a lot of things which was something i never really experienced. people didn’t really paid attention to me but he on the other hand was really interested in me. He showed interest and that was unfamiliar. People never cared, unless it was something about themselves. I pulled my hand out of his and wanted to look away. i understood that he wanted to know everything it just makes me feel uncomfortable.

“do you wanna know something?” he asked.

I looked up to him as we both were leaning against the kitchen counter and his gaze wandered from the windows in front of us back on me.

“i think the drugs aren’t really your problem anymore. but he is. he is still there.” he said and i looked away thinkinabout what he said.

He was right. I did have a problem with him still or not exactly with him but letting go. letting it all behind me.

“or not exactly him but the things he did to you. they’re still haunting you”

“but do you think it’s that easy? to let them behind you forget about them?”

“it’s not but-”

“when all he did was treat you like shit. when he hurt you not only with words but more than often physically that you still have scars and are reminded every time you look in the mirror? when all he ever did was tell me how i’m a nobody and would be nothing without him? when all he did was cheat on me and i’m still asking myself why i wasn’t enough? when he treated me like shit and i did not break up with him because I was afraid he would hit me to death?” i asked.

I felt tears running down my cheeks. I knew I was too far up in my feelings now to stop a mental break down from happening. All the feelings, they just were still there and I couldn’t run away from them, even if I tried. But I did not look up to him nor did i wanted to but i could feel his gaze on me. He carefully wrapped one arm around me and pulled me slightly closer to him. The last time i was that close to someone was you so it took me some time to get used. but i breathed out and remind myself it was not you i could trust Antoine. He wrapped his other arm around me and pulled me into a hug. And as i breathed out and tried to calm down, I smelled his scent and perfume in. And maybe that alone made me feel better.

Lost + Confused (4/13/15)

It’s disgusting, but beautiful
It was short, like The Crucible
Sometimes hate, that I love you
But it’s so hard, when you look cute

I’m getting angry and fed up
You’re so put together and I’m so fucked up
What the fuck happened to me I used to be a good kid
Call me a baby and put me in my crib
This is why I need you to help me be a man
To get me outta never-ever land
I’m not mother fuckin Peter Pan
I sure am one of the Lost Boys
Or do I belong on the island of Misfit Toys?
I ain’t no Rudolph I got no light
But everyday of this life I will fucking fight
Would you tag along for the hell of it?
Or do I need to find a me a new Cinderella bitch?

Lost and confused
I don’t know what to do
Whatever I do
I always lose (x2)

I fuck up over and over again
I can understand if you don’t wanna be my friend
I’ll always be here as an outsider
Like a greaser I always have a lighter
I can either burn it down or light a city
I’m broke but for you I’d make three fifty
Now we’re going two ways at least we’ll try
But I know we’re each others boomerangs coming in fly
I can’t get fucked up cause I know I’ll call you
Can’t fight anymore I always lose
Maybe you too, I don’t know I’m not in your head
Or am I? I kinda wish I was in your bed
Not to get dirty just to hold you closely
You were my princess and my everything, looking for the one like Ted Mosby

Lost and confused
I don’t know what to do
Whatever I do
I always lose (x2)

Clearing my head and smashing it in the gym
I don’t need a girl when I can get my waist thin
But the pump won’t last forever or even give me a hug
It’s just a therapy for me when I feel no love

In the end, I’m still in love with you
Gotta pick battles, hard which to choose
But I’d lose every one, if I could be with you

Real Love (Scarlet Heart Ryeo! Wang So)

Type: Fluff/ angst

Request: Could I request a Wang So scenario where the reader is his second wife and the first one hates her? But he only loves the reader ?

So ! Like he was forced to marry his first wife (you can make her up)

Your eyes were wide as you were shoved with force onto the ground. Your hand was protectively placed onto your large stomach. Yeji was your husband’s first wife, she wasn’t alright with the fact you were So’s wife. To her dismay she wasn’t the first of you two to bare his child or first in his heart for love. Her motive for the past 7 months was to get rid of your baby and every attempt your child has been stronger than she planned. 

“Y/N are you alright?” So called as he rushed over, hearing the loud thud he was there in moments “she fell honey” Yeji spoke “you didn’t help her up?” So asked her seriously “she’s far too large for me to pull up” she cooed to make you feel bad. He helped you up “my dear are you alright?” he whispered as he stood you up. “Is our boy alright?” he asks as he rests his hands onto your stomach. You smiled lightly “I am. And so is the baby, it’s always so strong” you tell him as he smiles happily. 

“Honey are you spending tonight with me?” Yeji asks as she grabs his arms. He looked over at her before he looked into your eyes. He could see an answer, he put on a fake smile and turned to her “of course” he spoke to her as she cheered “we can try for a baby” she told him as she rubbed his chest lightly. You walked away, more like waddled away from them.


The following night So smiled as he laid in bed beside you wrapping his arms around you. His arm had secured itself protectively around your waist “I missed you last night” he whispered as he kissed your neck lightly. “You had your wife in your bed. How could you be lonely?” you asked as he ran his hand along your stomach. “Mmm if I could I would leave her” he whispered lightly “I wouldn’t” you spoke as you rolled over onto your back. “Yeji’s father has a military 10 times stronger than most” you tell him as he smiles. “Your father gave up all his farm land to us all he wanted was his only daughter to marry into a wealthy family. I don’t think he would ever think his daughter would marry royalty” he whispered. “I couldn’t help it though. I fell in love the moment I saw you” he spoke.

A light kick happened in your stomach and So laughed lightly “our baby knows we’re in love” he cooed as he kissed your head. You laughed as he kissed your cheek “I won’t let Yeji hurt you or our baby” he told you. Holding you close to him “a few more weeks my love we will be holding our handsome son. Giving him so much love that he will never feel lonely” he told you as you closed your eyes “fall asleep my love” he whispered as you felt him wrap his arm around you and hold you close.

smoothdogsgirl  asked:

Ok so for the song request I have 2 in mind. # 1 Nelly - The Fix for Dean reader or Nelly - Die A Happy Man for Bucky reader. So since I can't decide which one I want more I'd say surprise me and write whichever one works for you. I hope that's ok.

Hello doll, I figured I’d post Bucky’s story first. I do hope you like it.

Happy man

Summary: After years, no decades of being at someone else’s whim, making it so he never thought happiness would be his for the taken.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Setting: Future

Warning: excessive fluffiness

Note: The Song used is Die a happy man - Nelly, Check it out its an awesome song. It was originally written and sung by Thomas Rhett I forgot to add that part the first time.  

Tags: @winters-buck @aquabrie


No one ever thought he’d make it this far, not even Bucky himself could for see the life he leads now. With all the evil he’d done, the death’s his hands had dealt. Steve would tell him none of it had been is fault and for years after the trigger words Hydra put in his head were deactivated, and he’d proved himself healed. Bucky still felt the blame rested solely with him. No matter how many times his friends, at times still a novelty to him, tried to make him see that what happened wasn’t his fault. Maybe it’d been because the nightmares had clouded his mind, echoing every night to torment him. Making it so that no matter how many missions he went on, how many Hydra bases fell and captured or how many times he helped save the world, none been enough to assuage the guilt he always felt.

Not till you walked into his life and turned things upside down with your quiet ways, sneaking into his heart one moment at a time. Reassuring him that things happen for a reason, one we may never know about but it all leads to somewhere right? You’d smile at him and his world would right itself.


Baby, last night was hands down
One of the best nights
That I’ve had no doubt
Between the bottle of wine
And the look in your eyes and the Marvin Gaye
Then we danced in the dark under September stars in the pourin’ rain

Glancing down, hair spread out over his chest, breathe coming out softly against his skin a reminder that you’re real and here, never going anywhere. His biggest fear. He’d take fighting Hydra again, being brainwashed, cryo-freeze, hell even Nazi’s but to lose you would be missing a piece of him.

Smiling, human hand running gently through your lush hair, feeling you stir but not wake as he watches you sleep remembering the first time he’d met you. Silent, tiptoeing your way into the kitchen one morning six years ago for a cup of tea, fearing you’d wake everyone. Bucky sitting at the island sipping his own hot coffee flipping through the newspaper, call it old fashion all you want. But for him having the thin sheets of paper between his fingers felt more real than reading it on some table thing Tony always carried. Don’t get him wrong technology was great, had its place yet, he still preferred something he knew.

Steal blue eyes, had caught you coming into the communal kitchen nose in a book, walking carefully, looking up every few seconds so is not to run into anything. He’d stayed silent, watching you intrigued by the beauty who hadn’t bothered to look up at him, till you put a hot cup of tea down across. He’d seen the shocked look in your E/C eyes as a shy smile left your lips along with a good morning. Bucky been hooked from that moment on.

And I know that I can’t ever tell you enough
That all I need in this life is your crazy love

If I never get to see the Northern lights
Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night
Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand
Baby, I could die a happy man

Happy man, baby

 Later finding out that you were a nurse, working alongside Dr. Cho and he’d run into you so many times over the first year. Sam would tease him saying that he always got hurt just so he could see you. There’d been a little truth to that but not all. At first he hadn’t been sure on how to approach you, being raised in the 40’s sucked major sometimes. Though he soon learned that you weren’t like any woman he’d met past nor present.

You hid yourself away in medicine, in books and music. The rare times Bucky had off from missions he’d try to catch up on everything he missed in the last seventy plus years of being a brainwashed super assassin. That’s how the two of you came to form a friendship at first. Bucky been trying to work the DVD player, having been restricted to bed rest from serious injures gathered while taking down a drug lord and searching for the Hydra connection. You silently walked in asking if he needed any help. The two of you spent the day watching movies, debating the finer points of buttered popcorn to natural, never figured out how that debate came up. Forming a bond that Bucky hadn’t experienced since Steve. It felt nice, to have someone else to talk with, to explain things like an adult and not a child, like Sam and Tony would act when he asked for help with something he didn’t understand. Granted he’d known both were just wanting to pick and make fun.

You, were different. Not seeing his age for a lack of understanding, just no knowledge of this future he’d found himself in, patience when he didn’t understand at first, kind in the mess ups though not taking his shit either. In those times Bucky found himself falling in love with you slowly, as nightmares grew less, and his self-worth more.

Baby, that red dress brings me to my knees
Oh, but that black dress makes it hard to breathe
You’re a saint, you’re a Goddess,
The cutest, the hottest,
A masterpiece
It’s too good to be true,
Nothing better than you
In my wildest dreams

Sunlight flittered in through slightly parted curtains gracing your side just enough to create a butter yellow halo around your body snuggled tight against his chest. His memories still recounting the moment he almost lost you to the darkness of his own mind and self-hatred. Enemies, no not Hydra but people who saw Bucky as a threat to the nation’s security. That wanted him locked away for the crimes he committed, or worse dead. It’d been a simple night, dinner, dancing, walking through a quiet Central park watching the Hunter’s moon on a slightly chilled October night. You’d been together for the last five months, happy, in love and enjoying each other. Small in number, yet all civilians had followed you, circling when you stopped for a moment. One brave soul speaking the words hundreds if not millions thought. That Bucky’s a monster and should be put down.

You’d bravely turned to face the accusers, speaking quietly, politely as you always did. Getting a slap harshly across your cheek for your ideas on the matter. A bruise that lasted so many days that followed. The worst came after, as Bucky locked himself away from everyone including you. Blame, easy to lay on the ones who attacked you, yet he took it upon his own shoulders.

Bruises as you told Bucky heal, his silence and absence hurt more than any hit. You tried to understand, to see things his way, and at first it worked. As the days dragged into weeks and months then passed, you started to wonder if the Bucky you’d come to love left that night.

Funny enough it took Tony almost beating him up for Bucky to see reason. It’d been either listen to Ironman himself and learn from the mistakes he never spoke of or get locked in a closet till you both spoke. The former won out, of course Bucky wouldn’t have objected to being locked in a closet with you. Repairing the damage had been slow, though worth every step. Bonding the two of you closer than before and making Sam sick of seeing the lovey dovey crap as he always good naturedly belly ached about. Steve on the other hand just smiled happy that his best friend had found love.

And I know that I can’t ever tell you enough
That all I need in this life is your crazy love

If I never get to see the Northern lights
Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night
Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand
Baby, I could die a happy man, yeah

Feeling you start to move against him, arms tightening around your waist, he didn’t want to break the spell which settled over your little world this early in the morning. A glint of sunlight bounced off the ring on his left hand, goofy grin sliding into place as a pair of warm lips press a soft kiss to his chest.

“Morning James,” that’s the other difference you called him James most of the time and he found he loved the way his given name rolled off your tongue. Smooth and sexy just like you.

“Morning doll,” eyes sliding down to capture your sleepy ones.

Snuggling back into the warmth of his arms, eyes sliding closed, feeling his heart beat against your ear. “How long have you been watching me this time?”

Chuckling deep, Bucky gripped your chin to raise it up, pecking your lips sweetly, “Not long, darlin.”

“Hmm,” biting your lip, eyes slowly opening to stare into the gorgeous blue grey orbs of the man you love. “How come I don’t believe you?”

Human fingers dancing against your skin, tickling you, body squirming into his, “Now is that anyway for a wife to treat her husband? Thinking he’s lying already.”

“If the shoe fits,” you manage to state between fits of laughter.

Watching you, breath caught in his throat at how beautiful you looked this early in the morning. Hair mussed from previous excursions in pleasure, eyes still slightly sleepy, lips light pink just like your cheeks. “God how did I get so lucky,” bionic hand coming around to cup the back of your head. “I’ve traveled hundreds, thousands of miles and still doesn’t compare to right now, here with you.”

Tears pooled in your eyes, “When did you get so sappy Mr. Barnes?”

“The moment I realized that as long as I have your hand in mine I could die a happy man Mrs. Barnes,” the sincerity with which his words are spoken has breathe pausing in your lungs.

Tears slip free, one hand coming to rest against his stubbled cheek, “No talk to dying James let’s just enjoy us,” you smile though happy tears. Lips coming to rest against his softly, “I love you to husband forever.”

The squeal that left your lips is covered by his mouth devouring yours in a soul searing kiss that turned very passionate and a honeymoon spent in bed for most of the three weeks.

I don’t need no vacation,
No fancy destination
Baby, you’re my great escape
We could stay at home,
Listen to the radio
Or dance around the fireplace

And if I never get to build my mansion in Georgia
Or drive a sports car up the coast of California
Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand
Baby, I could die a happy man

Baby, I could die a happy man
Oh, I could die a happy man
You know I could girl
I could die, I could die a happy man

top fifteen friends to lovers au

1. And Then A Bit by infinitelymint (158k)

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

2. Your Name Is Tattooed On My Heart by mcpofife (86k)

Louis is ready to find the love of his life, but first he has to stop falling for the punk rocker next door.

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#12 His Physical Feature You Like The Most


His chin. You just can’t take your eyes off his beautiful beautiful chin. You two would be cuddled up on the sofa , watching a movie and your fingers would find their way upto his chin. You would trace it , with light fingers , admiring every part of it. “Babe” he’d smirk , pulling you out of your trance. The chin also is your favourite kissing spot. He would make fun of you being short and not being able to reach up but you would want it no other way. “Why do you like my chin so much?” he’d ask. “Because it is just ..” you’d smile looking at your lap not knowing any exact reason why you adore that part of his face so so much. “I just like it” a light pink blush spreads across your cheeks. And he’d pull your cute self more closer to his body while you place the first of many kisses on his chin.


His lips. His plump , pink lips. He has caught your eyes many a times to move their gaze from his eyes to his lips. You just wanted to kiss them. His lips were your weakness. Watching his lips move when he talked would make you forget everything in the world. Moreover the way he speaks , so slow , stressing every word. Gosh ! You would bite your lower lip in slow motion. He would stop talking seeing you lick your lips , and that would snap you out of your trance. “Are you even listening Y/N?” he’d try to be stern but can’t hide that smirk. “Um yeah.” “Oh Really ?” he’d say taking a step closer to you. “So what was I talking about ?” And with that you feel his soft lips over yours. “Next time you wanna kiss me , just go ahead.”


His eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. You could just stare at them all day. “Do you know what the fans did today?” he’d walk in with that spark in his eyes , that would make your lips curve into a smile in an instant. And he would talk about every small detail , the spark never leaving a minute. “Babe” he’d say clicking his fingers in front of your face. “What happened?” “The way your eyes light up when you talk about your fans , that is my most favourite thing in the world.” You would rest your back on his chest , him holding you tighter than ever. He smiles his big smile , the one that makes his eyes crinckle , and you could swear you were in heaven. “Last week Lottie said the same thing. I think it happens when you talk about something you love.” he said kissing your forehead. “Baby , I was talking about you.”


His arms. The first time you fell in love with those humongous arms was also the first time you got mobbed. He pulled you close , one arm on your waist like a shield. There would be nights you wouldn’t be able to sleep and you would just trace his chevron tatto. It would stir him awake but he wouldn’t say a thing. “Why is a photo of me working out your lock screen?” he’d ask one day. “Because I like it.” “Yeah babe , but I look so sweaty” he whines. “But your arms look so strong lifting that weight. Moreover none of my friends’ boyfriends have such great muscles.” you say giving his arms a squeeze. “You are such a show off.” “Oh please Liam ! We both know that I am not the only one who loves showing off your muscles” you say , trying to sound offended. “Oh yeah! Well then let me show you how strong they are.” he says before picking you up and putting you over his back , your protests and giggles filling the house.


His beard. It went so well with his face. He would be away on tour and you would look upto update accounts for pictures of him. Your emotions would go from shocked to sad when you see new pictures of him - completely shaved. “Why?” “You need to trim it babe. Otherwise it grows wild.” “Well then let it.” you’d whine. He’d chuckle at your childish behaviour before promising that it would grow back when he’d come home. “I hope it does.” and it does. “Doesn’t it tickle you or something?” he’d say breaking the kiss. “Because tell me if it does , I can shave it if you want.” he jokes , already knowing your reaction. “No it doesn’t. And if you do anything like that you can forget my kisses.

A/N: Tell me how it is?

"Baby Girl" - Natasha Romanoff Imagine

Fandom: Avengers/Marvel

Pairing: Natasha x reader

Word Count:

Warnings: Self esteem issues, primarily with weight, bit ‘o fluff

Request: Could u write an imagine where [Y/n] is thick and uncomfortable in a dress but Natasha (girlfriend of reader) comforts her and says that the dress looks really hot on her and stuff like that? :)

A/n: This request was kind of difficult for me to write because I’m a bit on the chubby side myself, and I’ve been trying really hard to lose weight and stuff, but writing this made me feel good about it. I hope it makes you feel happy too c:

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It's my fault - Fred Weasley Imagine


Hey! I love your writing! I was wondering if you can do a imagine where George/Fred gets into a argument with y/n and then she is captured by deatheaters and they save her? Lol if not that’s fine 😂

~(Y/n)’s POV~

I rolled my eyes. Are you freaking kidding me right now. Fred is always accusing me of doing something. Does he not trust me? We’ve been dating for nine months now! “I saw you with him! You were hugging and laughing! How long have you been seeing each other?!” Fred exclaimed, Fred’s accusing me of cheating on him with my best friend, Andrew, this is total crap! “Fred! Stop! Why do you keep thinking I’m cheating on you?!” I said frustrated at his behavior “I’ll answer your question if you answer mine!” He bellowed. I rolled my eyes yet again “Fine! I was only hugging Andrew because it was his birthday today!” I screamed. Fred opened his mouth to say something but closed it. “See! You know I’m right! I’m not cheating on you! Why do you always think that?” I said quietly tears leaving my eyes. I always hated when me and Fred would fight, it just made me feel as if my world was tearing apart or someone just killed me.

“I think we need a break” Fred said breaking the silence. Right when those words left his mouth I felt a mix of pain and anger rising in me “You know what? I think that’s a great idea! I didn’t need you in my life anyway!” My voice cracked as I wiped a few tears away with my hand. “Neither did I! I was just wasting my time with you!” Fred yelled making me cry even more. I turned around my back to him and I wiped some more tears away “Then - I guess it’s over” I said sadly. “Yeah. I guess it is” Fred’s voice cracked, I can tell that he was crying too. I walked away quickly not even thinking about where to go. All I wanted to do was get away from that corridor… Away from the sadness…. Away from Fred. I ended up in the front of the school grounds, luckily no one was there to see me fall on my knees and bust out crying.

“Maybe I should go back? Wait. No. (Y/n) don’t show him your weak. Don’t go crawling back to him!” I said angrily to myself. “Don’t go crawling back to who?” A deep voice said from behind me, I turned around quickly to find a tall, blond man towering over me. “No one” I said quickly scooting backwards still facing the man “Why are you leaving? I just came” he chuckled walking towards me. My back was against a tree trunk now, he was now very close to me. My breath was caught in my throat, I couldn’t do anything or he would surely kill me. “What? Are you scared?” He asked laughing to himself, I quickly shook my head. “(Y/n)!” I heard a distant yell from behind the man, I leaned to the side to see Fred running towards me. “Say goodbye” the man said dangerously, I looked back at him but before I can blink I was knocked out like a light. I was swallowed into pure darkness.

~Fred’s POV~

I looked around the school “What have I done!” I told myself looking side to side looking for (Y/n). “She was right! I always overreact over little things!” I reached the giant oak doors leading to the front of the school. “I should probably check just in case” I said not knowing if (Y/n) was past these doors or not. Once I passed the doors I saw an awfully familiar man towering over (Y/n). I knew who that man was, Thorfinn Rowle, he was a death eater who recently escaped Azkaban it was on the Daily Prophet a few days ago. I ran towards (Y/n) as fast as my legs can go “(Y/n)!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. I saw her face appear on the side of Rowle, she had fear in her eyes she was shaking. I ran even faster towards her but I was too late. Rowle hit her harshly on the side of her head making her slump against the tree trunk. He threw her over his shoulder quickly and went into the Forbidden Forest with me only a few feet behind. “Stop! Stop! (Y/n)!” I yelled, he walked a little quicker but before I can reach them, I heard a loud crack and he was gone. “No! (Y/n)!” I yelled looking around hoping they would appear again.

~(Y/n)’s POV~

I awoke with a throbbing pain coming from the side of my head. I tried to move my hands so I can hold my head but I couldn’t. I looked down to realize that I was tightly strapped onto a chair. I looked back up to see where I was at, the room was very classy looking. A huge fireplace, A chandelier, and many portraits hung onto the gray walls. I heard a door open from behind me, I tried to move my head but failed when my neck started hurting painfully. A woman with curly black hair, and a wicked smile came in front of me. “Ah! We have our selves a Mudblood!” She cackled taking out a small dagger, I screamed afraid of what she’ll do. “Bellatrix we can not kill the prisoner. Not yet. We have to ask her some questions” a man’s voice came from behind me.

“Fine! I’ll ask her!” Bellatrix said angrily coming dangerously close to my face “Now, where is Harry Potter planning to stay this Christmas break? Is he staying at hogwarts? Or is he going to stay at the Blood-traitors house?!” Bellatrix screamed in my face “I…I don’t know” I cried becoming more scared every second. “You lair!” She yelled slapping me across the face harshly, she put her hands tightly around my throat making it hard for me to breath in. “N-no! Please! I-I don’t know! Please!” I cried kicked my legs. I gasped as she let me go, the man was holding her back. He was tall like the other death eater but he had brown hair. “I told you! We can’t kill her until we get answers! We’ll have to torture her if we have to!” He said. I cried loudly “P-please! Let m-me go! I-I don’t know a-anything! I s-swear!” I screamed. Bellatrix just laughed at my crying “Aww! Is the little Mudblood begging? Does she think someone’s gonna save her?!” She screeched.

“No one can her you and no one is gonna find you nor save you!” She cackled taking the dagger and putting it closely to my neck “Think again!” I heard a familiar voice say…. It was Fred…. “Stupefy!” Fred said shooting the man death eater that was coming towards him. Bellatrix quickly cut all the ropes and held my back against her chest. “Put your wand down or I’ll slit her throat!” She said dangerously holding the daggers blade against my throat. “F-Fred. Don’t do it.” I whispered, “Shut up!” She screamed in my ear making me cry again. Fred didn’t think twice after that he dropped his wand on the ground and kicked it slightly forward. “I love you” I mouthed to Fred, “I love you more” Fred said in a low whisper. I heard a slight creak from above, my head was moved upward as Bellatrix looked up herself still holding the dagger against my neck. I heard another creak then another until finally one last creak and that was it. The chandelier was falling right above me and Bellatrix, She pushed me onto the ground while she ran away.

Luckily, Fred caught me quickly and pulled me away before the chandelier hit me. “Hold on tight baby” Fred whispered before me and him were swallowed into darkness. It was only a second before I saw light, we were back in the Forbidden Forest “hey, are you okay? Did she hurt you?” Fred said looking me up and down for any damage. I was shaking from head to toe, I’ve never experienced something like that ever. I shook my head rapidly before jumping into Fred’s arms “I-I’m sorry! I-It was all m-my fault you got I-In to this! If I-I hadn’t walked away w-we would be fine! I-I love you! You k-know that right? What I s-said earlier was a m-mistake! I-I didn’t mean I-It!” I sobbed loudly into his shoulder while rubbed my back “Hey, it’s not your fault. It was mine this all wouldn’t have started if I hadn’t been a total asshole to you. I’m sorry baby. Plus I always love you way more than you love me.” He smirked. A smile crossed my face at his last sentence, he always used that sentence and that’s one of the millions of reasons why I love Fred Weasley.

I heard another loud crack and looked around scared it was another death eater but it was a house elf. “Thank you Dobby, owe you one” Fred said thankfully holding me tighter in his arms. “Anything for Harry Potter and his Friends!” Dobby squeaked bowing lowly “Thank you so much” I whispered giving the elf a tender smile. Dobby nodded and then he was gone. The rest of the day Fred held me tightly against him and whispered little things in my ear making me feel safe and secure. I loved Fred Weasley and that was never ever going to change.


🌸Hello! Hope everyone’s having a lovely and beautiful day today! And if your feeling sad right now just remember that tomorrow’s Friday!🌸

why is drag me down also a patrochilles song?


I’ve got fire for a heart, I’m not scared of the dark
You’ve never seen it look so easy, I got a river for a soul
And baby you’re a boat Baby you’re my only reason


If I didn’t have you there would be nothing left
The shell of a man who could never be his best
If I didn’t have you, I’d never see the sun
You taught me how to be someone, yeah


All my life You stood by me
When no one else was ever behind me
All these lights They can’t blind me With your love, nobody can drag me down

Nobody, nobody
Nobody can drag me down
Nobody, nobody
Nobody can drag me down

anonymous asked:

Hi! Sorry for bothering you, but I have a question and I was wondering if you could shed some light on it! Well.... I've seen some posts that said that it would be OOC for Natsu to be touchy feely with Lucy... But I was wondering since we don't know much about what goes on in Natsu's head (since we've never seen his thoughts) how are we sure that he wouldn't? I mean maybe he wants to but he wants to be sure Lucy feels the same. I'm new to this shipping thing and I hope you can help! Thank you 💕

Well, while we can’t look into Natsu’s head, we still have eyes to see. And there are already more than enough canon manga moments for us to tell that Natsu is, by nature, a very “touchy feely” guy.

Natsu is a very physical person. He expresses emotions and affection through actions rather than words. Not just in a romantic sense, but with all of his relationships. 

Here we have a very typical example (nalu bc that’s what this post is about after all): the forehead touch. 

All he says out loud is “Thankyou, for the sake of everyone’s future…” but his actions say even more. They say I trust you, I believe in you, I am reassuring you, I will help you. This is a very intimate gesture. Natsu doesn’t need many words to convey his feelings; apart from his dramatic, uplifting speeches he keeps his deeper emotions under lock most of the time, so it’s all the more important to look at what he does.

If he likes someone, he will be casually affectionate and has no qualms with touching people or invading personal space. At all. (Seriously. Bruh. Stop breaking into people’s apartments or casually touching boobs.) 

(Chapter 106)

It only makes sense to transfer this behaviour into a future romantic relationship. He already likes being near Lucy, hugging her, casually laying his arms around her shoulders, etc… 

(Chapter 46)

…why ever would he stop with that if they became a couple? I can absolutely see him being openly affectionate, holding hands, pressing casual kisses to her cheeks and forehead (and lips, but Lucy would most likely chide him in public, haha).

What I really don’t see is him being ~the romantic boyfriend~. He’s just not. He’d never call her names like ‘baby’ or ‘honey’, he wouldn’t prepare candlelight dinners without any hinting from outside parties (he’d try, then, once in a while, but we all know about his tendency to light things on fire). If Natsu is romantic, it’s usually unintentional (which makes it all the sweeter, if you ask me). 

(Rainbow Sakura Omake)

But these things are not physical anyways, and that’s what we’re focusing on here.

Natsu, in a relationship, I believe, would be exactly like he is now plus the more intimate things a relationship brings. Natsu and Lucy are already best friends, very close, and very comfortable with each other. They’re already balancing dangerously close along the edge of friendship and love. All you need to add is some confessions and kisses and naughty times and there you have a wonderful, healthy and happy relationship.

So, to make a long story short, no I don’t think it would be ooc for Natsu to be, as you put it, touchy feely. On the contrary, I think it makes perfect sense for his character.

I’m literally so in love with Danny Edge, just like….everything about him.
His hair, his eyes, his cute fucking nose. His lips, his teeth, his skin.
When he wears flannels with his band shirts (all of them), his lil sweatpants-joggers thingies. I love how he wears Converse because he looks so adorable in them.
His little giggle and blushiness when he gets embarrassed or flustered. I love how he swears repeatedly when he fucks up, but it always ends in a giggle.
I love how sometimes he wears random ass pajama pants with crazy patterns.
I love when his hair looks like a mushroom.
I love his weird habit that makes him constantly fix his hair.
I adore the fact that he loves us potatoes so fucking much he can’t explain it.
When he cries I can’t help but sob because he doesn’t deserve to feel the way he does.
I would do anything to make that baby boy smile, and he would do the same for us.
When I meet him I’m just going to hug him and never let go.
I’ll tell him how much he means to me, and how much I love him.
He’s a walking ball of sunshine and I hope he’ll soon realize that he lights up the lives of lots of people.
Danny is the sweetest guy ever and he deserves the world, but the world doesn’t deserve him.
I love Danny Edge.

anonymous asked:

Can I pretty please have style 5 as fathers, like their s/o watching them clean up the kid's messes or like playing with their kids (basically fluffy fluffiness)

thank you precious cinnamon roll for remembering that I love the guys as dads and asdfghkl I will pray to you every night, anon. 

plus, how’d my post about the flustered boys get so many notes?? Like 130?? damn guys, i’m so flattered, but so shocked, I can’t even

sorry also for not posting great stuff lately, i’ve been under immense and stress and pressure and i don’t feel to great

time to re-binge watch Free! again - Admin Tito


Cries of anguish racked your brain as you moved to the middle with a groan and tried to nudge Haru to go soothe your daughter down. It was your turn to do the nightly task, but you were too tired, and it wasn’t as if Haru had a baby sucking at his nipples everyday. Expecting to find a limp body, your hand met the expanse of the empty bed that only lingered with heat. You sat up, in worry and curiosity, and tip toed downstairs to where the strangled cries seems to source from. Stumbling in the bright light, you found yourself in the kitchen, squinting at a half naked Haru cradling your daughter with a bottle in her mouth. Haru glanced at you and his eyes lit up at the source of his happiness and reminder of just how lucky he was. He didn’t see a new, inexperienced mother with a disheveled bed head, bags under her eyes and saggy clothes. He didn’t see any bad in her appearance itself; he saw all the natural beauty and wonderful after glow of the early morning hours that allowed him to know that you were real, and you were only for him.

“H-Haru, what are you-” You mumbled with a few quiet steps but Haru quickly put a finger to his lips before returning to the baby’s bottle. His slender figure probably shook with exhaustion and sleep deprivation, but he wasn’t about to let that interrupt something he never thought he’d be able to do. Admiring the fervent gaze he put on the baby and the gentle rocking of his body to soothe her, you stepped even closer, behind him, and wrapped your arms around his collarbone.

“Not cold?” You kiss his shoulder blade as you both gaze down to the beautiful baby girl. Her body was all covered in a white onesie, tiny fists curled under neath the fabric, and all wrapped securely in a light pink blanket you remembered Makoto gave during the baby shower.

“No” he whispered as he turned his head to peck you gently on the lips. In the 3’ o clock shadow of the moon and the low light of the kitchen, the three of you swayed slowly side to side.

“Look at her!” you squeal with a whisper as you poke your daughter’s supple cheek light enough so she wouldn’t feel it. You felt Haru’s deep chuckles reverberating from his chest to yours as you reached to stroke her jet black tresses back. “Can you believe we made her?”

Haru hummed in agreement and cheekily replied “The only reason she’s as beautiful as she is cause of her mommy”

“Shut up” You lightly slapped his back and rested your chin on his bare  shoulder so you can get a perfect look at her eyelashes that fluttered closed.

Hugging him tighter, and whispering a small “I love you”, you also wondered how you had ever gotten so lucky.


     After 2 hours of opening presents, retaking the same photo over and over again and trying to conserve as much wrapping as possible, you were spent. You never imagined that Christmas with two toddlers and one newborn baby would be so damn exhausting. It was endearing of course, watching your kids face light up with excitement and joy even though they had attempted to stay up all night to catch a sight of Santa. But as you sat on the floor against the foot of the couch, lightly patting the back of the baby that breathed softly on your shoulder, you felt your eye lids closing in on you.

“Look! Look!” Your little twins began showing off their toys from Santa in front of you, jumping over the mess of tissue and wrapping paper still around. You gave them a small smile and kissed their heads until they became immersed within their own presents. Closing your eyes again, you felt sleep wash all over you, until you heard Makoto come back into the living room and shuffle all the papers around.

“Makoto?” You whined half heartedly as you looked up into his tired jade orbs albeit sweet smile. He chuckled as he went around to pick up the mess around the living room, herding the complaining twins onto the couch. It made your heart swell with content and admiration as you watched him make his careful way to save you some sanity and energy.

Suddenly, you felt a heavy weight on your thighs, and looking down, you saw  Makoto nuzzling his nose into your soft pajama pants.

“Hey, babe” Makoto gives you a teasing smile as he reaches up to poke the baby’s bottom. Laughing, you swat his hand away, but intertwined it with your free fingers.

“Pretty exhausting Christmas for three kids, huh?” You asked as he stares at the piece of jewelry on your ring finger. Kissing it, Makoto looked up at you with his large doe eyes and nodded.

“It was pretty fun though” He nudged his head towards the waddling twins, his olive brown hair spreading over the plaid. “Look how happy they are.”

“Right” A grin grew on your face as you spoke in a louder voice. “But maybe let’s just sell those two and keep the new one. For sanity’s sake.”

Immediately, you were bombarded by two small bodies, one wrapped around the arm, and the other holding onto your stretched out legs. Giggling and laughing, Makoto brought both kids to his chest and held them while still laying on your legs.

No, Mommy, please don’t sell us!” They whined in the middle of their screams and giggles as Makoto pretended to be asleep and kept them under the lock of his arms. Laughter and contentment reverberated through your chest, and tiny breaths of life blew on your collarbone as you looked at your wonderfully strange family.


      A bright light hit your closed eyelids as you groaned and tried to pull the warm duvet over your head. Maybe it was your birthday, and maybe you shouldn’t wait until 11:00 AM to wake up again, but the bed was so comfortable. And you were so tired from a long week at work.

“Wake up, sleepy head” Nagisa’s supple lips tickled your earlobe as he pulled down one cover of the comforter to expose your upper half. Grunting in response, and still keeping your eyes closed, you pulled back on the covers and curled into a tighter cocoon.

“No” You mumbled “Just come. Sleep. Here. With me.”

“I would, but” you could practically hear the cheekiness spelled out on his grin “after what we did last night, I’m not sure you can handle it.”

“Nagisa!” Eliciting a sudden gasp, you threw off your comforter, the cool air of the bedroom hitting your exposed arms and shoulders. You rubbed your eyes and slipped on Nagisa’s tshirt and your pajama pants, but when ready to pounce on him, he was no where to be seen.

“Nagisa?” You called out towards the open bedroom door. Right when you did, you heard a tiny giggle erupt from under the bed, along with a not so inconspicuous “Shh!”

Rolling your eyes, you flipped off the cover to catch them both under the bed, but before you could even react, a pillow smacked in your face and you fell backwards into the mattress.

“Hey!” You shouted with a muffle as you grabbed the thrown the pillow case in defense. But immediately, another pillow bombarded you, and you felt it continuously smack you, albeit with not much strength, as another pinned you by your arms above your head.

“Happy Birthday!” Your toddler shrieked in joy as you managed to wrench yourself from Nagisa’s grasp and hit them both with your pillow. Feathers and laughter began to flow everywhere as you and your little boy teamed up against Nagisa, bombarding his blonde locks with a couple of throws. As much as he tried to grab you, and hold you under him, you used your son as a shield and a pillow as a sword. All went well until he grabbed the pillow, threw it out of your hand and grabbed you and your child into a strong hug. All three of you laid, in the messy pile of feathers, early morning sweat, and ruined pillows; exhausted, excited. Nagisa held you two in his arms, and breathed against your neck while you argued who was the real winner here.

“Happy Birthday, babe. I love you” He whispered as he kissed the side of your neck. You looked up at his magenta eyes that looked at you with fervent admiration and the messy bed head you desperately wanted to run your fingers through.

“Love you too” Your little boy and you chimed at the same time, causing another eruption of giggles.


“Hey, I’m home!” You called out as you opened the door into the house, only to be met with silence. Hearing a loud clatter and a shriek, you narrowed you eyes, and set down your bag and jacket to make your way to the kitchen. What you witnessed next was definitely not called for. Flour matted the entire granite countertop and the floor around it, ghosts of fingers and palms all over the cupboards and the walls. You shifted your eyes to the many, many bowls that towered over the sink, most of which oozed with most likely ruined batter.

“I can explain!” Rei jumped up from behind the counter, causing you to be be startled a bit. Raising your eyebrows, you put one hand on your hip and give him a stern look.

“Explain away” You began to stifle laughter as you saw the flour, batter and egg shells wove into his cobalt locks and all across the apron that read “Kiss the chef!” The only thing not covered in flour was the spot of where his glasses used to be, making the situation even funnier.

“I was trying to teach these two,” Two small heads popped up from behind the counter, both girls also caked in flour as they gave you toothy grins “how to make my healthy butterfly cookies!”

“Healthy?!” One of them scrunched their nose “You said they were suga-”

You glared at Rei even harder as he clamped his hand over your little girl’s mouth and gave you a nervous chuckle.

“That’s beside the point” He rubbed the back of his reddening neck. You could tell he was just trying to be the cool parent for once, instead of the one that always imposed certain rules and made sure they followed them. It was endearing, to be honest.

Rolling your eyes once again, you made you slow way to the three culprits, and dragged them with you to the bathrooms. You first made your way with Rei to the bathroom in your bedroom while leaving the twins to shed their clothes for their bath.

“Sorry” Rei glanced you sheepishly as he stripped off all his clothes except for his boxer briefs. Your breath slightly hitched as you fervently watched his delicate muscles move with every tenacious movement he made around the room. He must’ve noticed your stare, because he stopped shuffling for new clothes and gave you a cocky smirk.

“What? Enjoying the sight, are we?”

“It’s fine” You ignore his cheeky question and shake your head to get back into focus. “Just make sure when you’re trying to make something sugary, don’t give the girls complete control over it. They couldn’t know any better than you.”

“Of course” Rei nodded solemnly as he stepped into the bathroom door. Suddenly spinning on his heel, he grabbed you by your wrist and held you close. A darker look swirled through his eyes, but that didn’t distract you from the fact that it was the only part that looked darker from the rest of his face.

“But I think if we were to make something sugary, tonight” He continued as a blush crept up to his cheeks “I think I’m gonna need a little more sugar, if ya catch my drift.”

Smirking at him, you placed a palm on his chest, but instead pushed him back into the bathroom and closed the door with stifling laughter.

“You’re such a dork Rei”

“But I’m your dork” He quipped.

Shut up


Trudging your feet along the pavement that led to your small but cosy house, you found yourself almost willing to collapse right then and there. Arguments, tensions and annoying bosses and coworkers filled your day with dread, not making the fact that you didn’t sleep at all any better. You were ready to cry, sleep, anything to get your mind off how much you felt like never going back to work again.

The house was dim with a light on only in the kitchen in the living room, which was strange because when you would leave Rin with your little daughter , they would usually be on the couch watching yet another useless cartoon show or just Rin in the kitchen cooking something up. Slightly annoyed, you drop your bag, jacket and shoes where ever, and make your way upstairs that led to the bedrooms. Another light peeked out of the kids room, and you reached hesitantly for the door knob.

Rin, with your daughter curled up to him one side, was sprawled against the edge of the bed, with a pink tiara on his head, purple boa around his neck and glittery bangles on his wrists, not much different than the latter. His maroon tresses hung over his sleeping face as you saw that an empty tea cup hung languidly from one of his fingers, where you then saw a full out tea party on the table with endless amounts of stuffed animals and tea items. Chuckling at the audacity of the situation, you tiptoed towards the two, and kneeled down so you could crawl next to them. Peering closer into his face, you thought you could see hints of messy lip gloss and eye shadow on his face, which almost caused you burst in an half “Aw” and an half eruption of laughter.

“Rin-chan?” You reached to poke him in the cheek, in which, startled, he stared at you through his alert carmine orbs. But he quickly relaxed again as he silently motioned for you to come under his arm as well, immediately drawing on the feelings of sleep and contentment you long missed as he squeezed you to his chest. As he kissed your forehead and lightly threaded his fingers through your hair, Rin could sense that you were stressed, full of anxiety and ready to cry; He didn’t need to ask you to make sure. After all these years, he’s learned to intuitively know when something was wrong after being Sousuke’s best friend for so long.

“Shit. ” He murmured quiet enough “ Tea party gone wild.”

You managed a chuckle but then drifted to sleep in his warm and safe embrace.