idk what i just did but it was a request so

Black Lace Panties

#11 - “I can’t take you seriously until you put some pants on.”
- jensen x reader, requested by @blacksiren for my two year drabbles

You walked back through to your bedroom, your glasses perched on your nose as you looked at the script that had arrived for Jensen a few days before.

He always got you to look over the parts he was asked to read for, wanting your opinion on whether he should go for it or not.

“Okay,” you smiled, pushing your glasses back onto your head. “What did you think of this one?”

Jensen looked up, his reply dying on his lips as he saw you.

“I- uh-”

“Come on, babe,” you laughed softly. “You have to get back to them this afternoon, and I won’t give you an opinion until I’ve heard yours.”

He shook his head, biting his lip.

“I’m sorry darlin’, but I can’t take you seriously until you put some pants on,” he admitted, his eyes grazing over your legs.

You grinned, placing the script down on the bedside table.

You pulled up the hem of the shirt you were wearing - one of Jensen’s old football jerseys - to reveal a sliver of black lace panties, raising an eyebrow at your fiancé.

“This distracting you?” you teased, grinning when he crawled across the bed, pulling you closer, his strong palms warm on your hips even through the material.

“How did I land me someone like you, huh?” he questioned, kissing your neck.

You smiled, draping your arms over his shoulders.

“I guess you must’ve been real good in a past life,” you murmured, and he hummed in agreement as he kissed your lips.

“I guess so.”

Kylo Ren x Reader Headcanons: Starkiller Base

Note: @maykylobewithyou requested some fluffy/ cuddling headcanons with Kylo, so this is what I came up with! 

Originally posted by t-adash-i

  • Kylo just can’t keep his hands off you. Whether it’s peppering you with kisses or just holding you, he loves the contact of your skin on his. 
  • But this is a problem when you’re not alone (which is basically anytime on Starkiller Base when you’re not in your shared quarters). 
  • Much to your dismay, Kylo isn’t one for showing his affection for you in front of the First Order staff, but he does like to make sure that you feel his presence through the Force. 
  • He loves seeing your reaction when you’re working and you suddenly feel his hand on your thigh, or the imprint of his lips on yours… or your neck… or elsewhere…
  • It’s at those times that he is thankful for his helmet because without it, everyone would see how flustered he gets watching you respond to him.
  • He constantly touches you through the Force because it’s the only thing that remotely stops his urge to usher you into an empty hallway and do everything he does to you through the Force himself. 
  • Though truthfully, you’re both guilty of engaging in little rendezvous now and again when no one is looking.
  • When both of your work is done for the day and you return to your quarters, the first thing Kylo does is draw a bath for you. 
  • It doesn’t take long into your bath when your eyes will open to sight of Kylo joining you. 
  • Finally, watching eyes are no longer a concern and Kylo eagerly presses his lips to yours with a passion that tells you how much he’s missed your physical touch– even though it has only been since morning.
  • You like to lie with your back against Kylo’s chest, his arms circled protectively around you as you both share the events of your days. 
  • You listen to Kylo’s complaints, his thoughts or fears, and he yours, before you both settle into a comfortable silence. 
  • Kylo likes to run his hands across your body soothingly, making sure you’re fully relaxed like you deserve to be. He makes you feel so comfortable that you’ve often fallen asleep in that position. 
  • So, when it is time to go to bed, Kylo insists on carrying you there himself. It’s then when he’ll whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he watches you drift slowly to sleep, your head resting against him with complete and utter content. 
  • When he knows your asleep, Kylo makes himself comfortable, always careful so as to not disturb you. Though he isn’t much of a sleeper himself, having you in his arms brings him a sense of calm he never imagined for himself. 
  • This is the moment when he can’t help but mumble, “I love you”. He knows your fast asleep, but it’s difficult for him to say it to you directly. He hopes that his actions make up for what he can’t always say to you out loud. Because ultimately, there nothing and no one that could stop him from loving you, protecting you. He is yours, and you are his. 

It`s cold… I`m bored… I have assignments… and a pile of requests that I should be working on. You know what that means— It`s time to do things unrelated to that!!! This time I did some…really…simple… weird gifs. xDDDD

Servamp things that moves!

me just kidding, but ya know me xDDD

Don’t brag

 Note: Okay. I did it. I wrote actually decent smut??? What. Idk. It took a while. About half of it is smut, so be prepared I guess. My reader inserts are also getting longer, so that’s a thing I gues???

Request: Reader overhears Daveed bragging to the other guys how he’s such a top and she just gives him the silent treatment until they get home then attacks him with kisses and ends up being on top and Daveed is just a moaning mess. If that’s not too much to ask?

Pairing: Daveed x reader

Wordcount: 3098

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Originally posted by dailydaveeddiggs

You had gone out to party at Lin’s place with your boyfriend, Daveed. It was nothing crazy, just a cozy ham fam get together with drinks. You had grown pretty close with all of them after first befriending Daveed and later becoming his girlfriend. The original cast saw each other a lot and you were always welcome, as were everyone else related to any of them.

You had a lot of fun with the cast and Lin’s wife and they had all become like family really quickly. At first, you were very hesitant. Not because they seemed like they would not be likeable, but because you were somewhat of a private person. But, that soon vanished once you actually met them. They all cared about you and they all wanted you the best.

While you were helping Vanessa and Jasmine with the drinks Rafa and Daveed were hanging on the couch.

The subject of Daveed and Rafa’s conversation had somehow fallen on Daveed’s sex life and luckily you were not with them. You were busy bringing drinks around to everyone. But if you had been, Daveed definitely would not be bragging like that.

”No, for real. I’m serious. I’m totally dominant. Y/N is basically butter in my hands.” Daveed bragged.

“Yeah, I am sure you are.” Rafa snorted, not really believing him. He always noticed how much power you had over Daveed. He was actually pretty sure it was the other way around.

“Shut up, Rafa. You don’t know what goes down in my bedroom. I’m just saying, I can make her come just by touching….” He trailed of, as Rafa signaled frantically for him to stop. It was too late, as you had just come up behind them and had practically heard everything your boyfriend just said.

“Hey Rafa. Want a beer?” You asked sweetly, ignoring Daveed. You were somewhat pissed about him sharing your sex life, but you also wanted to knock him off his high horse and you were already making plans on how to do so. Starting by giving him the silent treatment until you got home was your first move, then you would have to figure out what to do once you got there.

“Y/N. Sure.” He gulped, obviously worried that you were pissed at him. But, you were not. This was not his fault after all. You handed him one of green bottle with a soft smile.

“Uhm. Can I have one too, babe?” Daveed asked, treading lightly. He obviously knew that you were not too happy with him right now.

You simply ignored him and walked off to hang with Jasmine and Anthony instead, because they were always great at giving you advice no matter what it was about. You were actually sort of embarrassed that Daveed was telling people about what happened in your bedroom. If he told Rafa that, who else has he talked to about it?

You sat down with them and with a soft groan you buried your head in your hands. You wanted to give your boyfriend some kind of payback. But how?

“What’s going on, Y/N?” Jasmine asked worriedly as you seemed to have lost your previous happy spark that you had had all night.

“D just told Rafa about our sexlife.” You admitted.

Anthony could not help the chuckle that left his lips and Jasmine had to nudge him away from the two of you so you could talk somewhat privately. “And that’s a problem?” She just wanted to confirm if that was really the problem.

“Well, no. Yes. I don’t know Jass… Not normally. I guess? It’s just he bragged so much and I just want to give him some payback….” Your trailed of, not knowing what else to say. You were not even sure what you wanted to do.

“Well, what did he say Y/N?” She asked with an arched eyebrow.

A giggle slipped through your lips at that. “He told Rafa that he was so dominant and such a top.” You told her while laughing. It was not exactly true. Not all the time anyway.

“What? Seriously?” She laughed too and shook her head shortly. “So, from what you’ve told me that definitely isn’t true.” She added with a grin. It seemed like she was trying to help you piece together a plan.

“Yeah. It’s sort of ridiculous. I mean…. It’s right most of the times. But, he literally said that he could make me come just by touching me.” You laughed again. It was actually sort of ironic.

“Well, I totally agree. You gotta give him some payback Y/N.” She grinned. It was one of her mischievous ‘I know what we are going to do’- grins.

“Spit it out, Jass.” You said with a grin. You definitely wanted to know what she had in mind. She was so much better at this than you were. At least, you thought so.

“Well… First off, do you have anything in mind?” She asked. It felt like you were planning some kind of crazy revenge, and in a way, you were.

“Well. I sorta wanted to give him the silent treatment, you know. Until we got back home. But other than that, I am kind of clueless.” You admitted. You wanted to show him that he definitely was not as much of a top as he would like to think.

“You gotta fuck him, Y/N. You just have to. Just give him that silent treatment of yours for the rest of the night. And make him want you so bad. I don’t know how, but I’m sure you do. Then, when you get back home take charge and show him that you won’t take his bullshit.” She explained with a grin.

“Yeah, I love it Jass.” You agreed and high fived your friend. He was definitely going to get some payback and it would definitely be a lot of fun.

After what seemed like ages, the party was finally starting to come to an end. You had tried really hard to be cool about this, but you were actually sort of nervous. Though, you quickly got into it and you had managed to turn him on pretty quickly and he was basically begging you to go home a couple of times. Still, you had simply ignored him and kept talking to whoever was around. At first, it was Jass, then you talked to Lin, Chris. You managed to go through a lot of conversations while ignoring your boyfriend. It was a lot of fun to watch how impatient he grew.

You had stuck around, helping Lin and Vanessa with cleaning. It was not too bad, as everyone had taken out their bottles and stuff before they left. The only thing left was to clean the kitchen. You took it slowly, just to drag everything out.

“Y/N. Can we please leave now?” Daveed begged while you finished of the last vine glasses. You still had no intention of answering him. Vanessa had luckily been let in on your plan, so she quickly helped you out.

“Jesus, Daveed. You are so impatient. We’re done in a minute.” She said with a gentle chuckle and you looked at her with a thankful smirk. She had just saved your ass from breaking your own plan. You were honestly starting to get a bit annoyed with all the begging. It was his own fault, honestly.

After finishing off the rest of the kitchen as slowly as possible, you hugged Vanessa and Lin goodbye before the two of you walked home in silence. He obviously had no idea why you were ignoring him, but he still kept his mouth shut because his brain was working hard on figuring out what the hell he had done wrong.

Once you made it back to your apartment, you locked the two of you in and started taking off your shoes and jacket without a word.

“Y/N. Seriously, why the fuck are you angry man?” He had obviously given up on trying to figure it out and was getting a tiny bit annoyed.

You were unable to help the small smirk that crawled onto your lips. He was obviously frustrated. “Strip.” You simply answered as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“What?” He asked with a stifled chuckle, he really thought that he heard wrong.

“You heard me, D. Strip.” You stated firmly. You were not going to give in to the temptation of having him on top of you. This was your chance to show him that he was not as much a top as he would like to be.

He hesitantly started by taking of his shirt, sort of unsure as to what was going on at first. He shrugged his shirt of his shoulders and let it fall onto the floor behind him. When he stopped afterwards, an annoyed groan escaped your lips.

“Really? Are you dumb or something?” You deadpanned, though you were cracking up inside. He was so clueless. “Pants.” You commanded. “Or do you need help with that?” You arched an eyebrow teasingly.

“Y/N… Wh—“

“Pants.” You cut him off. You bit your bottom lip lightly as he started to remove his pants. He was definitely starting to get what all of this was all about and both his pants and boxers came off in a matter of seconds.

He started to step towards you, but you held your hand up, stopping him in his track. “Bedroom.” You simply said and he obliged, leading the way to your bedroom.

Once inside, you gently pushed him onto the bed, letting him land on his back. You started by removing all of your clothes slowly, except for your underwear while he looked up at you with wide eyes. You had no plan of giving in and creating some sort of boundary between the two of you was probably the easiest way to do so and that was probably why you decided to keep your underwear on.

You looked down at him for a second. He was already hard for you and it made you grin. “Who has control over who, huh?” You teased and simply owned an annoyed groan from him.

“Really is this what this is ab.-“ He cut himself off with a moan as your slightly cold hand wrapped around him.  

“Sorry, you were saying?” You asked, as your hand started to move around him at an almost painfully slow pace. The question simply earned you a grunt from your Daveed.

You quickly noticed that he was starting to grow impatient, and you were confirmed in this just seconds later by his words. “Stop teasing me, Y/N.” He growled.

“Only if you shut up.” You answered innocently. He definitely did not like having you in control, mostly because you spend more time teasing him than pleasing him.

He obliged and kept his mouth shut, even while you kept torturing him with the slow pace. You could practically see him grow even more and more impatient and when he was finally about to say something again, your hand disappeared from his erection, which caused a whimper escaped his lips. You cut him off again before he could say anything, taking him into your mouth.

“Jesus.. Fuck.” He moaned as he was about to grab a fistful of your hair.

You pulled back with a slight pop and glared up at him. “If you touch me, I will literally leave this bedroom.” You breathed. You were really turned on too, but you still wanted to show him that he was not in charge… Not all the time anyway and definitely not now.

He obliged and as you took him into your mouth again and swallowed around him, his fingers dug into the mattress on each side of him as a row of moans escaped his lips. You looked up at his gorgeous face and immediately made eye contact with his lust blown eyes. You were unable to help the moan that escaped your lips, though it was luckily somewhat oppressed by his erection. You started bobbing your head gently and used your hands as well to give him somewhat of a better experience than usual. You earned a mix of groans, moans and ‘fucks’ from him pretty much every other second.

When you felt him starting to twitch inside your mouth, you pulled away and sat back onto your knees. A breathy whimper escaped his lips at the sudden loss of contact.

“Relax, idiot. I’m not superwoman.” You blurted.

His eyes went straight to your breast as you slowly undid your bra in front of him and let it fall to the bed. You knew that he wanted to reach out and touch you, but you were not going to let him.

“Please, Y/N.” He begged, desperate to feel your soft skin under his fingertips. Though you simply shook your head in return.

You watched him watch you as you got off the bed to take of your panties slowly, letting him take in your naked form for just a second. You quickly returned to the bed though, this time taking a seat on thigs as you waited for him to beg for it.  

You were practically dripping onto his trained legs and you could actually feel his lust for you growing, if that was even possible.

“Fuck. Y/N. I need you. So bad.” He pleaded, as if you did not know already. You needed him too, but you wanted to take this as far as you could.

You took your time with leaning over him to get to the condoms in your bedside table, letting your breast hover just inches from his face. It earned you a growl and you barely managed to retrieve a condom from your bedside table before his hands were on your breast.

You shot back up, pushing his hands away from you. Even if you wanted him to touch you, you could not just let him. You also knew that you should probably get up and leave as you had promised to do if he touched you, but you just did not. “One chance Diggs.” You growled.

You rolled the condom onto him, taking your time with it. You were being a tease and you knew. It was intentional and you tried to suppress the smile that formed on your lips at the next thing he said . “I hate you.” He rasped as you took your time. In his mind, it definitely could not take that long to put on a fucking condom.

Once you finally rolled on the condom without giving him an answer, he was probably ready to feel you around him. However, you were not going to allow that yet. Instead, you leaned over him and started to place gentle bites down his neck. You were driving him insane, but it was definitely going to be worth it.

“Fucking Christ Y/N.” He blurted as you got to his sweet spot, on the side of his neck, just where his jaw stopped and underneath his ear. You smiled lightly against his skin.

“How about you stop telling people about how dominant you are if you are ever going to get anything again, D?” You whispered innocently into his ear and while you gave him just a second to think about it, you bit down on his earlobe softly, earning a somewhat loud moan from him.

“Okay.” Daveed growled. He was growing impatient again and so where you. You wanted him so bad, but you needed to stay focused, even if you sort of just wanted to lose yourself to him as so many times before.

You sat up again and without a warning, you sank onto him, letting a few moans escape your lips. He seemed to have gotten the note about touching you, because even now he did not dare to put his hands on your hips. You actually liked being in control a lot more than you thought. You could make him want you to an extend where he thought he was going to lose his mind.

“Daveed.” You cried as you felt him fill you up.  He groaned in return.

“I know baby.” He husked.

It took a bit of time for you to adjust to his size, but when you did you started to roll your hips slowly, teasing him again. It was almost painfully slow for you too, but you did not want to lose control. Not yet at least.

“I swear. If you don’t stop fucking teasing me, Y/N.” He growled impatiently. Not getting to touch you was one thing, but you teasing him like this was almost painful for both of you.

When he was about to complain even more, you finally gave in and picked up your pace. Your head fell back in utter bliss as you did your best to stifle the moans that were forming in your throat. You did not manage to do so, as it was just too great.

“Y/N…” He moaned softly, as his eyes fell shut. You knew that he was close and honestly, so where you. Obviously not as close as Daveed though, because he came mere seconds after in a mess of groans and moans.

Your thigh muscles were starting to grow sore and tired and when you felt Daveed’s hands on your hips, you did not push him away. You gave in and allowed him to help you reach your peak as well. His fingers gently found their way to your clit and started to massage it roughly. It only took a few seconds for you to finally come, your walls clenching around him. You saw white and felt yourself fall onto his chest as his name slipped through your lips.

After both of you finally came down from your high, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. “That was so fucking hot, Y/N.” He muttered. You smiled against his skin as you pressed a light kiss against his chest.

“I meant what I said, though. Stop telling people about how much of a top you are or I won’t give you anything.” You warned. It was not true, though. Both of you knew that you were unable to keep your hands off him.

He let you catch your breath for a while, before he pushed you into the mattress and hovered you with a devilish grin on his lips. “And I meant what I said about being dominant.” He growled.

You already knew that you were in for quite the night.

anonymous asked:

Can I have one slot for request? ❤❤When Sasuke did something so wrong that Sakura tries to kick him out of their house? What happened to them?! Secondly I would like to thank you for your awesome writing. I almost screamed when I saw you are taking requests! ❤❤❤❤❤❤

hi precious person ♥ thank you for your sweet words and request!
(^∀^)ノ I’m going to take into account that they’re probably living in a house that holds the Uchiha name, so instead of her trying to kick Sasuke out, she leaves instead! idk, man. you can only take so much ‘till you’re just done.

It was the final straw.

She had had it, and although she lovedlovedloved him till death do them part, she was sick and tired.

Oh, so very tired.

“Sasuke!” Her shriek was louder than a harpy’s and while her foot began to trickle blood, she didn’t dare heal it up until he marched his ass to her and saw what had happened.

She waited five seconds, a minute, two minutes, until she was hollering for him once more. 

Presented in his black pants and matching shirt, stood the sleepy eyed Uchiha. His hair was ruffled in the back, reminding her much of how his hair stuck up in the back when they were younger.

She quickly pushed the thought aside and grasped her ankle in her hand before pulling her foot up to eye level.

“Look!” She screamed.

Sasuke’s reaction to her shriek was to cover his ears, his mismatched eyes narrowing. She could tell he growing annoyed, but he needed to understand that she was also annoyed.

“You know what caused this?”

“Sakura, be quiet. You’re incredibly loud.”

His response only stirred the pot. He hadn’t even noticed the dripping blood from the padding of her foot, so when she released her ankle, she narrowed her jade eyes.

“You leave your stupid ninja tools lying around, and that’s the third one. Today!”

It was nothing more than a single senbon, lying on the hardwood floor in their hallway. Sakura figured it fell from his weapon’s pouch, but she disregarded that and turned on him once more.

Again, he didn’t say a single word. Only look at her with an expressionless face and blank eyes.

“That’s it! I’m done.”

That caught his attention. His dark eyes sparked with interest, and when she began to make her way away from him, it was only when she reached their room that she had forgotten the blood flowing from her foot.

It was a small puncture wound, nothing that would cause her any harm. The thing that upset Sakura the most was that she had told him repeatedly - not only that day, but every day - to pick his tools up if any had dropped.

Sakura continued her own conversation in her mind as she packed minimal sets of clothing into her small bag, swearing that she’d come back for more in the future.

When she turned on her heel, Sasuke had her back pinned to the wall, his hands holding her arms firmly in place. 

His face held pain as he looked into her eyes. The shimmering effect peaked her interest, but she exhaled her anger and turned her head slightly, letting the back of her head rest against the wall.

“Stop,” he finally spoke. “Don’t think about it.”

His scent invaded her nostrils, like a blanket it coated her in that comforting smell that she loved. It was something she inhaled every morning when she woke up, and the scent that lulled her to sleep each night.

Sakura refused to move her head, still brooding inside of her own mind.

“Sakura,” his tone warned.

She knew that Sasuke wouldn’t play her games, so instead of fighting the urge to disobey him, she turned her face, eyes focusing on the way his lips pursed slightly while his jaw tensed up.

Sasuke looked gorgeous. Porcelain skin that outlined dark, beautiful eyes. Even the way his hair hung in his eyes made this picture complete.

While the anger flushed from her body, along with it came the idea of leaving him. His plea was something more than a spoken word. It came from his heart and while she looked him in his eyes, she could tell he was being sincere.

That was the closest she would get to an apology from Sasuke Uchiha.

Her fingers slid the strap of her bag from them, letting the fabric hit the floor with a soft thud. His lips pulled into a smirk before placing a tender kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“God, you’re so damn annoying sometimes,” he joked softly. 

And with every ounce of anger that she had in her body gone, Sakura couldn’t help but giggle. Her face turned slightly towards his, sealing their lips in a passionate kiss from her, and an apologetic one from him.

It didn’t matter how frustrating Sasuke could be. Sakura loved him. Even if he did leave his toys lying around.

“For the record,” he broke their contact but let his hot breath fan across her swollen, kissed lips. “That was your senbon.”


Soo, this is another ghost!Laurens AU, requested by @katzkookiesshipping ^.^ hope you like it :3

Also this came out as a one-shot, but I think I could write a chapter or two more and think of some plot line for this? Idk, but I’ll think about it

And I can’t believe I did it. Sorry. You’ll see what I mean when you get there. I just had to, it was stronger than me XD

Pairing: Lams all the way

Alexander watches his son as he is passionately drawing something on the piece of paper, muttering quietly some words under his nose. He is laying on the floor, paper and pencils beside him. Alex is sitting by the table, supposed to work, but the look of Philip has drawn his attention. So he stares at him with a light smile.
He suddenly giggles, stands up and makes his way to his father.
“Daddy, look! I drew a turtle” he exclaims, extremely proud of himself. Alexander’s smile widens as he sees the drawing of a small, smiling turtle, but at the same time something in the appearance of a boy and this drawing opens up an old wound in his heart. He uses all of his strength to fight off this deep, cutting pain in his chest, but he can’t. It is still taking his breath away, putting unwanted tears in his eyes, making him want to curl up and cry out the words of his woe, if only he could find them. He swallows and takes a trembling breath.
“This is a really nice turtle, Philip. You’re so talented” he tries to sound convincing, but Philip must have noticed the pain on his face and the weakness in his voice.
“What happened, dad? Why are you so sad?” he asks as his smile fades a bit.
Alexander looks him in the deep, brown eyes, worried, but full of love. Caring. Why everything about his son’s look is bringing this one particular man into his mind? Philip has nothing to do with him. But Alex cannot help the thoughts coming into his mind, as he looks at his freckled face and his curly, brown hair.
“Nothing, Philip” he smiles softly and blinks, wiping the tears away. “You just remind me of my old friend, John. He drew turtles, too.”
Philip’s eyes widen and he turns around.
“You never told me you knew my dad!” he sounds excited. Alex frowns with a surprise.
“Who are you talking to?” he asks, confused.
“To your friend” says Philip, as if it was clear as the sun. “He’s standing right there.”
Then he points at the air. Alex looks at his son with even bigger cofusion, as the place he is pointing at is as empty as the rest of the room.
“Philip, are you al-”
He stops short as he feels soft touch on his hand. He could’ve said it is the wind, but all the windows are closed, there is no draught in the room. He tries to pierce thorugh the air with his eyes wide open, but cannot see anything.
“Can’t you see him, dad?” Philip asks with a bit of sadness. “He’s talking to you.”
Alexander’s eyes water suddenly. He still feels this ghosty touch, but he does not believe in ghosts. Ghosts do not exist.
Yet he can feel it, the whispers of the air are getting clearer with every second of the silence that has covered the room. The touch gets more and more real, and when he stares long enough in the space before him he can swear, he sees a dim silhouette of a man. A familiar silhouette.
“John” he whispers almost inaudibly, amazed by the situation. He stands up, as the silhouette seems now as real as Philip.
“Alexander” John looks equally excited as he takes Alex’s hand in his. This time the touch feels real enough to make Alexander believe he actually has his Laurens back, standing before him, not quite alive but smiling again.
“This can’t be… my dear Jack” he cannot hold back the tears anymore. They wet his cheeks, but he does not care. Laurens is here. Moving, smiling. Here, with him again.
Somewhere in the back of his head an intrusive thought is wandering, that it is all wrong. That ghosts do not exist. That Laurens is dead and what’s dead can never come back.
Yet he sees him, clear as day, right before his eyes. The same freckled face and the same sparkling eyes full of energy, that were always warming his heart, even on the coldest nights in Washington’s army.
His hand approaches Alex’s cheek and wipes away the tears. He is material; he can touch him without an effort as if he was still alive.
John sighs and pulls him in a hug. His body seems so light and soft, he is not warm anymore. He seems like he’s there but at the same time he’s not. It’s the weirdest sensation Alex has ever experienced, but when he inhales John’s hair, he smells the same cinnamon fragrance. He knows that a part of John is still here, even if his heart does not beat anymore.
“I missed you” Alex says simply as they part, his voice filled with the sorrow, grief and longing that he has felt through the years. “I missed you so much.”
Alex feels a new volley of tears that is about to come when he feels another touch on his leg, warm and small this time. It’s Philip, he is hugging his leg tightly.
“Don’t cry, daddy” he mutters and looks up at him with a light smile. His eyes are so intelligent, as if he was smarter than any other kid his age. As if he knew how Alex feels.
He can’t stop the laugh.
“Exactly, don’t cry, daddy” Laurens says quietly, so only both of them can hear it. His laugh withers as he looks at him with his eyes wide open.
“I can’t believe you just said that” he whispers back, still shocked, but trying to stop the burst of laugh, his cheeks reddens a bit. “In a presence of my son.”
Laurens’s lips contorted in a giant grin. The warm floods Alex’s chest as he sees his smile again.
Philip lets him go and Alex picks up the drawing of the turtle that Philip must have dropped.
“So, John helped you, huh?” he asks with a smile. Philip nods eagerly.
“He was here the whole time I was drawing and he gave me instructions.”
“Your son is so teachable” John hails.
“Philip, Alexander, the dinner is ready!” they hear Eliza calling from the downstairs.
“Philip, go tell your mother that I have to finish something” Alex asks, laying his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “I have to talk to John about something.”
“Sure” he smiles at him and then at John.
After he walks out, Alex turns his gaze back into Laurens’s eyes.
“How is this possible?” he asks after a while. John’s smile fades as he shrugs.
“I have no idea. After I got shot I needed to learn to control all these things, sometimes I lost even a few weeks in unconsciousness. That’s why it took me so long. Otherwise I would show up here right away.”
Alex shakes his head, still half-sure it is only a dream and he’ll wake up somewhere in the world without John. That would be unimaginable. And what if this really is only a dream? What if he’ll wake up and never see John again?
Alex suddenly rushes forward and kisses him, desperately, a bit aggresively, surprising John for a second. But then he catches his neck and pulls him closer. Alex fills this kiss with everything even he could not find words for; all the feelings that were devouring him on the inside. He’s still afraid that John is going to disappear in any moment, but he softens when he feels that the man is not going anywhere. They slow down, now when the storm of mixed feelings faded away, leaving calm, happiness and safety. Alex doesn’t want this moment to stop, he wants to stay like that forever. He’s savouring the feeling of John’s body right next to him again, his lips on his own, trying to keep every milisecond of it in his mind.
They eventually part, breathing heavily. Alex raises his glance at John’s sparkling eyes and his reddened cheeks. He looks like he’s glowing with happiness.
“Alexander” John exhales with love. “I missed you so much.”
Alex smiles and suddenly the atmosphere is broken by Eliza’s call for dinner.
“Will you stay here?” Alex asks with worry.
“Yes” John answers calmingly. “Always.”

Without You (Part 3)

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Reader x Stiles Stilinski
Words: 1,426
Warnings: frustration. jk idk depends on how you feel i guess. let’s just say this isn’t really the “fluffy” part of the story.
Request? yes or no
Inspired By:
Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
A/N: so this one wasn’t really song inspired per se ??? but i was listening to a lot of pop-punk. but this one isn’t really the fluffiest of the parts but it’s all about epiphany’s but the real enemy is timing.

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Three (Tattoo Artist!Jungkook)

Plot: Tattoo artist!Jungkook with a second son

Word Count: 967

A/N: so someone requested this not too long ago and I thought it sounded cute, they requested a part two to a drabble I did a wh ile ago called Trouble (here) it’s basically just tattoo artist!kook as a father but at the very end, there was a hint that there could be a third bby on the way so they requested what would happen if said bby was born and I love me so father!kook idk why but I love writing about the twins so much bc they’d be such cute lil trouble makers just like kookie and I honestly want a TV show with this shit happening bc yeS PLZ, the links for this are the tattoo artist post (here) and as always, all of the father related posts are here

Jungkook had always been a doting father, from the first day he knew he would be having a child to the current day. He had nurseries planned for either gender, he had clothes for every size, he had hats, shoes, bracelets all ready for his future child. It didn’t surprise you to see him cry during the birth or during the first time he held his youngest child, another son, he had done the same with the twins. It melted your heart to see the confused but curious eyes of your daughter and son looking at their new baby brother, Jungkook holding them up so they could see him. They had a million questions about him, where he’d come from, what his name was, if they could hug him. They weren’t sure what to think of him yet since they’d never been around a newborn baby but they liked him so far.

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Power Couple - Jason Todd x Reader

Prompt: I’m loving these other anons who are requesting the batboys with famous SO others. Idk why. But can you do one like that with Jason and Damian too. Like their SO is just famous and the media loves catching Gothams princes with them ?? (requested by anon)

“Ugh. What does he want?” You groaned seeing you had an unread message from your manager on your phone. You sat up in bed and unlocked your phone’s lock screen to view the message. Jason turned in his sleep but remained oblivious to your movement.

‘Have you been on the internet today? You’re blowing up kid!’ His message read.

‘What did I do now?’

‘Not what. WHO. That new boy toy of yours is practically royalty in Gotham City. You’ve hit the publicity jackpot!’ He responded immediately. You rolled your eyes at the greedy snake. All he cared about was all the money he would rake in with all the gossip floating about.

‘Lucky me.’ You responded, your sarcasm probably lost on the dense man.

‘This is just the beginning kid. Just you wait until the pregnancy and engagement rumors start. People can’t resist that shit.’

‘Can’t we just focus on my career?’

‘This IS your career. You can’t have one without the other. Get used to it.’

“Something wrong, [Y/N]?” Jason grumbled, his voice thick and slow with sleep. He squinted up at you, the bright light of your phone straining his eyes. You thought the way his nose crinkled when he squinted was the most adorable thing ever.

“I think I have to fire my manager.” You said softly running your fingers through the white streak in Jason’s hair.

“Why?” He asked, closing his eyes and reveling in the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

“He wants to exploit my personal life to enhance my fame and his glory.” You explained.

“Isn’t that basically the job description of a manager, babe?”  He responded.

“Doesn’t mean I have like it, Prince of Gotham.” You said sharply poking his shoulder in accusation.

“You found out about that, huh? I can’t help that I’m famous for no reason.” He shrugged rubbing where you had jabbed at him.

“Ugh. Why couldn’t I have fallen in love with some boring doctor that no one gives a shit about?” You asked yourself. Jason’s lips broke into a lazy grin.

“Aw, you love me babe? That’s embarrassing.” He teased.

“Yeah for you. If my manager has his way you’re stuck with me for a long time. Better get used to it.” You retorted.

“Is it stuck if I never want to let you go?” He replied smoothly without skipping a beat.

“Oh you’re good.” You said narrowing your eyes at him.

“Damn right I am.” He said leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Keep your manager. We can fuck with him.” He suggested mischievously.

“What do you have in mind?” You grinned.  

anonymous asked:

can i request daisuga, lady in red? thank you very much!

“You know, when they said to meet the ‘lady in red,’ I thought they meant an actual lady,” Daichi says, tipping the edge of his hat. His eyes trail down the figure of his supposed correspondent. 

Suga laughs. He tosses his head, the long silver locks of his wig flowing easily with the movement. With his pale skin and his lithe frame and in that silky blood-red dress, he looks exactly like a woman you did not want to cross—from a distance. When he first stepped into the room, all eyes were on him, though only briefly, because even in this shady bar on the messy side of town, everyone knows to avert their gazes from someone who walks with such purpose and isn’t afraid to be the centre of attention. 

And in Daichi’s line of business, attention is the one thing you must never have. Attention could get you killed.

But here is Suga, fair-skinned and with that charming mole under his left eye, lounging against the bar as if he owned the place. It was only when he’d walked right up to Daichi that Daichi notices the wide stance, the shape of his jaw under the shadows thrown by the bar lamps.

“Aren’t you contracted men,” Suga says, voice low and husky as he leans towards Daichi, “into the whole fierce seductress approaching you with an ulterior motive?”

“I’m well aware of your ulterior motive,” Daichi says, meeting Suga’s surprisingly piercing gaze, pretending he isn’t itching from just sitting next to someone this eye-catching. “And you know mine, Suga. So let’s just get on to business, and skip the pleasantries, shall we?”

Something close to amusement sparkles in Suga’s eyes. “I thought you were a gentleman,” he says airily, and then loud enough for even the bartender to hear. “But here you are propositioning me this early in the night.”

Daichi stares back steadily, even though he’s well aware of the heat in his cheeks. He’s been trained to keep his composure in any and all situations necessary, but he’s never met quite an enigma as Suga.

“Shall we?” he says, holding out his arm.

With a sharp smile, Suga hooks his hand around Daichi’s elbow. “Let’s,” he says, “go somewhere more private, darling.”


under the cut are 74 gif icons of the handsome as hell, skam actor,  herman tømmeraas  as requested by me. none of these gifs belong to me, so all of the credits go to the original gif owners. however, i did edit and resize them all ( do NOT steal ). please like or reblog if you use !!

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BTS Reaction To Pregnant Army!

Request: Hiii um I was just wondering if I could request a reaction. I might be pregnant idk yet I have a doctor’s appointment soon anyway how would bts react to a pregnant fan? I’m just totally curious on how you think they would. Thank you ^^

A/n:Awe good for you! I would love to be updated, this reaction is toward the age group where it would be appropriate to have a baby!~Joy


Originally posted by kim-taehyvngs

“Oh my goodness let me take a picture! What are you going to name he/her? When are you due? Oh my oh my, it’s so nice to meet soon to be moms!” 


Originally posted by yoonmin

“Awe that’s so sweet, is your baby gonna be a army as well?” 


Originally posted by troiskims



Originally posted by forjimin

*Slips a book about taking care of children*

You: “Where did you get this? Where did this come from?” 

Namjoon: “For a new mom, just helping out”


Originally posted by bwipsul

“Can you name it baby mochi?” 


Originally posted by jeonthegreat

“I will babysit your kids! JUST FOR YOU, I’LL DO IT FOR FREE(not really doe i need money)”


Originally posted by sugutie

*Using his fetus communication telepathy powers to talk to baby*

“Your baby is pretty savage if I say so myself” 


tagged by: @nct-dork (thank youu!)

i tag: @dangchanhee @annoyingtiger888 @escapade-bts @panpan07 @smolchani @secretlymadeoutofcups & anyone else who sees this !!

(my handwriting got messier and messier as this went on lmao)

ALSO - i just realized i’ve reached over 400 followers ??? idk what the hell i did to deserve all of you but thank you so so much omg i fee like i just started his blog yesterday and now i’m almost at 500 followers (which might not be a lot to you but it is to me !!!) i’m sorry i’ve been so busy but ill try my hardest to get all of my requests done and post more frequently thaNK YOU GUYS AGAIN THIS MEANS SO MUCH TO ME I LOVE YOU ALL

fun dog grooming story that happened in my life

so i groomed this little cocker spaniel a while ago, like idk 2 months ago or whatever

the lady called back to make her next appointment and requested me to groom her again because i did a great job. i followed the notes that were written for her, don’t know what i did any different?

she is a full coated cocker, meaning she has the skirt and the full legs and stuff. she is a super sweet dog but time consuming to groom. i actually very much enjoy grooming these types of dogs when i have the time to do so how i like. 

so anyway, cockers usually get a crown or short on top of their head, depending on what their owner wants. i found out that last time i didn’t know what to do with the top of her head so i just left it long and figured i could cut it if the lady wanted it different. the lady didn’t say anything about it when she picked up the dog so i was like okay whatever cool, forgot about it

the lady fucking loved it. she kept calling it her top knot and thought she looked adorable like this and emphasized to me today she wants me to write down what i did because she LOVED it

so basically because i mildly fucked up a groom because i didnt know what to do or what i was doing i have a request dog now lmfao 


aqua’s story - enchanted dominion

“But remember one thing–as long as there is light, there will be darkness.”

He has a Temper

Can you please do a Jason x reader with a Beauty and the Beast AU where Jason is the beast (because of his temper) and the reader is the beauty, please? I think it’d be super cute!~ Requested by anon

I’m sorry this took so long to get out. I had a lot of trouble with this one, trying to figure out how to approach it. I don’t think i did a very good job with it. I didn’t know if anon wanted Jay to actually turn into a beast or not (cuz they said because of his temper) but i made it so he’s just a little bit of a dick instead. Sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted anon. (This is far far far off from your request idk what this is) Also thank you to averysinfulmarshmallow for suggesting to make Black Mask Gaston.


“What the fuck were you thinking!” The Red Hood yelled at you. “You could have been fucking killed.”

“I was thinking you haven’t shown your face around here in two months and you left. No one was covering your routes shit was happening. I wasn’t just going to sit around and let people get hurt!”

“So you figured you’d get hurt in their place!”

“If that’s what it takes, yes.” you crossed your arms. Red hood had been yelling at you since you escaped black mask.


You were a new vigilante in Gotham city. You lived here most of your entire life but two months ago the Red Hood disappeared. Meaning the routes he would cover were left unattended. You happened to live along his route and would see him almost every night, so when he stopped coming by you knew something was wrong. The papers weren’t mentioning anything recent about him, nor did you find anything online. You waited a while and when none of the other Bats started to cover for him you decided to take matters into your own hands.

Tonight Black Mask had decided to show his ugly face in your side of town. He rigged a bomb up under an apartment building, seemingly trying to get attention.

Well, he got yours.

You fought your way through the mass of criminals getting to the bomb. You did some studying and knew which wires to pull. Carefully you started to work, constantly looking over your shoulder. The door burst open and you saw him. The Red Hood.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He yelled at you.

“I’m trying to disarm this thing.” You said turning back. When an arm pulled you to your feet.

“Go hide! Black Mask was right behind me.”

“So cover me and I’ll take care of this.” You turned and pulled out the last wire. “Got it.” Red Hood shoved you away from the center of the room.

“Good, go!” He yelled once more as the doors burst open again, in came Black Mask with one guard on each side of him, all of them shooting several bullets a second. You had no choice but to move. As you ran down the hall someone grabbed you. Pinning your arms to your sides and dragging you down the hall. Where you were soon handcuffed and shortly thereafter brought outside in front of a bloody Black Mask.

“So what, now Hood has a sidekick?” He chuckled out. He took hold of your chin and turned your head side to side. “Well, she’s a looker, i’ll give him that.”

“I’m not his sidekick.”

“Well then, why don’t we make you mine.” He said. “Put her in the truck.”

In a brilliant flash of lights shooting began. While the goons were disorientated you jumped, bringing your handcuffed hands to the front of you. Hood was up on the fire escape shooting and you were on the ground fighting. But there were too many guys, and you weren’t nearly trained well enough to handle this. Red Hood was forced to jump down, grab your hand, and ran like hell to get you two somewhere safe.

“You were caught by his henchmen, you were sloppy when you fought, and you nearly killed everyone in that building! I don’t care if you think your helping, stay away before someone else gets hurt because of your recklessness!” Hood continued to yell at you. It was only now that you realized he had a temper. He’d been going on about this for several minutes now. “If I see you out here again-”

“If i’m that bad then train me.” You blurted out. “Show me how to fight better, show me-”

“No! Get the fuck off the streets. Go home and do whatever it is you do there, because you sure as hell aren’t helping anyone out here.” Red Hood turned around about to get off the building when you spoke up again.

“Where did you go?”


“Why did you suddenly disappear? You were gone for two months. In those two months my best friend was mugged and killed. In your territory. Right next to the pizza parlor that i’ve seen you at dozens of times. Where did you go?” You shook your head at him.

He let out a long sigh. “I was away on a mission with the outlaws.” He paused. “Look, i’m sorry about your friend…”

“After she died i decided i couldn’t let anyone else die. If you weren’t going to be here to do it then i would.”

It was a long wait before Hood said anything again. “If you want to be trained follow me.”


You were training with the Red Hood, who you now know as Jason Todd, for almost three months now. You knew he had a bad temper, but now you knew how to calm him down, or work around it.

You were sparring with him one evening, although you tried your best, Jason wasn’t holding back tonight. You fell on the ground, tired, sweaty, and ready to just go home and sleep.

“Doin’ Okay?”

“Just dandy.” You joked. He extended a hand to you which you took, he pulled you up a bit more forceful than was necessary. You were now in his arms with your lips touching. A part of you wanted to stay like that, and when you realized he didn’t pull away either you decided to deepen the kiss. His lips twitched into a smile in the kiss. When you pulled away he rested his head on yours.

Resident Advisor

Avengers x Reader

Summary: The Avengers have been misbehaving and getting a lot of bad press lately, so you’ve been assigned to be their Resident Advisor. You’re up for the challenge and take it on with your guns blazing, but they quickly learn you might not be so different from them.

VERY LOOSELY based on this anon ask/request: *shiny eyes* +w+ do i see an open ASKBOX?! yesssss okay okay what if steve and thor had a crush on someone who often was sweet but mature /confident, and also had a much funnier side which she did not allow to be shown much unless amongst with trusted ones? like she starts feeling more confident with the avengers crew and there’s this time where they catch her making a pun with tony or smth / being a meme with the others, idk just overall funny crush. X’D 

Word Count: 3406

A/N: I was originally just going to respond to the ask with a short one-shot this morning but I got a little carried away- 3k words later. I’m making it a full post. Oops!
As always, advice/comments/critiques are highly appreciated and cherished, and I’m down for requests or prompts too (Preferably not anon, because I sometimes like to clarify what it is that you’re wanting so I can put my best efforts into it for you!)


You were sitting at the kitchen island with your laptop open in front of you, checking your emails and letting Hill know you had just gotten off your red-eye flight and had arrived at the compound. You had yet to change out of your black leggings and oversized sweatshirt because a fresh cup of coffee and a cinnamon bagel took precedence.

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A Big Old Teddy Bear

Pairings: Tony x Reader

Summary: Tony forgets it’s Valentine’s Day and doesn’t get you anything. Thing is you forgot too. But Tony is acts so sweet and adorable that you don’t even tell him. No harm, no foul right?

Warnings: Swearing (I expect that you know this), and fluff

A/N: Idk… I want to write for Loki but then my brain wants Tony and like… Whatever guys. Just deal with it. Hit me up with Valentine’s Day requests?

Word count: 871

“So what’d you get Tony?”
I groaned and looked up at Steve, “What do you mean ‘what did I get Tony?’”
Steve raised and eyebrow, “It’s Valentine’s Day hun. From my understanding you get each other gifts-”
“I know what it is!”
Bucky snickered from his seat next to me and Steve laughed. I got up and ran my fingers through my hair, “Can you guys like set something up in here for me? Please I have to go get ready.”
Steve shook his head, “No can do. We gotta go on mission. We’ll be back in two days though?”
“Are you serious?”
Bucky shrugged, “Sorry doll.”
I sighed, “If either of you mention any of this to Tony I swear I’ll-”
“Mention what to Tony?”
I looked up to see Tony standing in the door way, “Nothing babe. Just you know talking about the surprise i planned for you and today.”
Tony shot me a confused glance then sighed, “Okay then. I’ll be down in the lab if you need me.”
Tony walked back out of the room and I let out a breath I hadn’t realize I’d been holding.
“Bloody hell. Guys what am I suppose to do?”
Bucky put his hands in the air standing up, “Don’t look at us. We’re going on a mission right now.”
I jumped as an idea came to me, “What if i went with you guys?!? I could be backup.”
Steve shook his head, “Sorry Y/N. Even if we could take you we wouldn’t. We are going to a HYDRA base.”
Bucky sighed, “And I’m not losing you. A, because you’re a best friend to me and B, because Tony would kill us.”
I sighed then gave then each a hug, “Fine. Just saying I may not be here when you get back. I’ll be hiding from shame.”
They chuckled and walked out the door with one last wave.

~ Tony’s POV ~
“Bruce? I need to ask you something.”
Bruce looked up from his work and eyed me warily, “What’d you do?”
I sighed, “A better question is what didn’t I do. What’s today?”
Bruce clicked his phone screen awake and read the date aloud, “February 14. Valentine’s Day. So what?”
“SO WHAT? I forgot to get Y/N a present! That’s what!”
Bruce widened his eyes, “You what?!? Tony you’re a billionaire. You should have gotten her thousands by now.”
I shrugged and rolled my eyes, “Besides the point. The point is, I think she planned something and now I have nothing to give her!!”
Bruce shrugged, “You’re not stupid. Go out and buy her something.”
“You can stall her. Okay? Okay. Thanks.”
I raced out the door leaving Bruce alone. He shook his head and sighed, “That man.”

Normal POV:
I took the stairs two at a time until I reached my room. When I got there I took a shower, pulled on a cute outfit, loosely curled my hair and then did my makeup. I darted out of the room and down the stairs into the kitchen. I paced around for a while until I got a semi okay idea.
A blur of blue and silver went by and Pietro was standing next to me.
“I didn’t do it I swear.”
I raised an eyebrow, “What didn’t you do?”
He narrowed his eyes at me, “What do you think I did that I say I didn’t do?”
I sighed, “Whatever I don’t care. Listen I need your help.”
He smiled, “Sure. Just remember I didn’t do it.” He added a wink.
I chuckled, “So I was thinking to surprise Tony I would make like a pillow fort and have movies sent out and have the living room have fairy lights hung up around it.”
Pietro widened his eyes excitedly, “So you want me to do all this while you?”
I smiled, “I’ll go out and get him a present and you, if you don’t mind, would help me set this up?”
He stood up straighter, “Of course. I’ll be done in about 10 minutes but I’ll keep everyone out of the living room, yes?”
I pulled him into a quick hug, “Perfect! Thank you Pietro!!”

~ Later That Night ~
“You did all of this for me?”
I smiled and nodded. Pietro had down an amazing job even though I couldn’t find anything to get Tony at the mall.
“Y/N… I… I may or may not have forgotten something.”
I raised an eyebrow at him, “What?”
He looked down at the floor, “I forgot it was Valentine’s Day. I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me-”
I chuckled, “It’s fine. Let’s just have some pizza and enjoy this?”
He glanced at me confused and then sighed, “What did I do to deserve you?”
I shrugged, “You’re a gigantic teddy bear?”
He huffed, “Am not.”
I smirked and pulled him into a kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close. I pulled away from Tony and grinned, “You are, but I love it. Personal teddy bear.”
He sighed, “You’ve deflated my ego. You must help me heal.”
I laughed and pulled him into the pillow fort with me, “Come cuddle. We can fix your ego later.”


Request:  12 24 38 11 ,,,,, something with like tbs or something like at a premiere or something idk idk☺️☺️


  1. #11 “That’s a shitty plan. ”
  2. #12 “I know you’re awake.”
  3. #24 “That’s my ass”
  4. #38 “What about I… for Idiot”

Warnings: none

You rolled over in bed, snuggling closer to your significant other. He wrapped his arms securely around you, giving you a small squeeze. He made a little sound as he did so, making you smile.

I know you’re awake.” Thomas spoke, voice groggy from sleep.

You finally stretched, making a tiny squeak. “Can we just lay in bed all day?”

Thomas chuckled, pressing his lips to your forehead. He caressed your hair and admired your face, even though you just woke up.

“I would love to, darling, but we’ve got that premiere today. Remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” you perked up. 

Today was Thomas’ premiere for his newest film. You were excited as it would be your first time accompanying him. You planned everything out, too. You had your outfit ready for weeks and knew what to say if an interviewer spoke to you. You prepared yourself for lots of things.

“I’m so excited, it’s going to be so much fun.”

“It most definitely will be,” Thomas chuckled, kissing you on the lips.

As you two kissed, you were lying on your stomach. Thomas was on his side, his elbow supporting him. His other hand, however, wandered down and he gave your butt a light squeeze. You pulled away, smirking.

That’s my ass.

Thomas hummed. “Mmm, it’s a cute ass, that’s what it is.” He laughed as he pinched it again.

After lying in bed a while longer, you and Thomas finally got up. You both made coffee and breakfast, then it was time to get ready. The premiere started at five in the evening, but it would take about an hour drive. It was already ten o’clock, you and Thomas having slept in. So you two needed to get ready.

“I call shower first!” You ran to the restroom, locking it before Thomas could get inside.

“Y/N, you better make it quick! I need to shower, too,” Thomas said, voice muffled by the closed door.

It was time for you and Thomas to finally leave. Both you and him were ready to go and you felt confident. Butterflies were in your stomach, but you felt good about yourself.

During the car ride, you were becoming more and more anxious. You thought you had prepared yourself, but you weren’t prepared at all. What would you do? What would you say? How would you act? All these questions popped into your brain, making you go tense.

“Something wrong?” Thomas asked.

“How do you not get nervous at these things? What if you fall, or mess up in an interview?”

Thomas chuckled, grabbing your hand. “Love, you’ll do fine. Stay next to me, and you should be perfect.” 

It became silent then. A pause in the conversation. You were still nervous. Thomas caught onto it, thinking of what to say.

“Okay, what I do to calm my nerves is listen to some music. I also just be myself, and if people don’t like that then oh well.”

“Okay… but what if you’re being interviewed, and then someone starts talking to me? I don’t know why they’d be talking to me, but it could happen!”

Once again, he laughed. “Okay, we’ll come up with a plan then. If you get anxious, we can move along the carpet. Okay? We can use a code word.”

You thought about, liking the idea. A silly code word popped into your head.

What about I… for idiot,” you suggested. “Because I’m an idiot for agreeing to this.

That’s a shitty plan,” Thomas giggled, giving your hand a squeeze. “What about I for I love you.”

You gave Thomas a look, smiling wide and blushing. “You’re such a sap… but I love you, too.”

The car finally came to a stop. You had arrived. The doors were opened for you, and you felt like you were in some movie. There were fans at barricades, flashes of cameras going off, and other actors already on the carpet. It was surreal to you.

“Ready?” Thomas asked.


You and Thomas got out of the car holding hands. You heard cheering from the fans, and saw all the photographers. You and Thomas walked down the carpet.