little girl making a face

100 NON-SEXUAL WAYS TO MAKE HER FEEL LITTLE

Help me tie my shoes

Wash my hair in the bath

Pet me

Pick out my clothes

Pull me into your lap

Get my paci if you notice me chewing my lip

Cuddle me

Make me giggle

Use my little dishes for a meal

Bring me a drink in a sippy cup

Stick a crazy straw in my drink

Hold my hand in public

Order for me at a restaurant

Drive me places (and pick me up)

Go to my doctor’s appointments with me

Help me make tough choices

Let me fall asleep on you

Ask me to help you with things

Tell me when I’m a good girl

Tell me if I make you proud

Take care of me when I’m sick

Remind me to take my medicine

Suggest naptime, especially if I’m crabby

Read to me

Ask me about my favorite things; tell me about yours

Whisper secrets to me

Teach me new things

Remember my plushies’ names

Ask about my plushies and toys

Tuck me in at night

Remind me of bedtime

Ask if I remembered to do things

Kiss the top of my head or forehead

Color with me

Check for mean-monsters

Listen to my excited-babbles

Play pretend with me

Take me to a park

Push me on the swings

Let me pick the movie

Tell me I’m cute/adorable

Kiss my owies

Use awesome band-aids

Surprise me

Get me little gifts

Set up a bubble bath

Let me draw a tiny heart on you

Check on my planner

Make music with me

Pick my jammies

Cook with me

Take me to the zoo

Take me to the library

Plan and go on a picnic

Take a walk with me

Take me stargazing

Visit a museum with me

Paint my toenails

Make sure I have something to cuddle

Invite me to a tea party

Ask about my imaginary friends

Plan a themed date night

Play board games with me

Play video games with me (or watch me play them)

Do arts and crafts with me

Give me candy/sweets

Make me hot cocoa with marshmallows

Blanket. Forts.

Show me a place I’ve never seen before

Whisper “shhh” in my ear when I’m upset

Wipe away my tears

Take me to see a kiddy movie in the theatre

Sing with me when I break out into song

Call me “princess,” “little one,” “kitten,” “bunny,” “girl,” or “doll”

Appreciate little gifts I make/give you

Make a funny face at me in public

Scoop me up princess-style

Watch cartoons with me

Make me a healthy snack

Make a meal of special little foods

Give me an allowance

Have me complete chores

Remind me to wash my hands before I eat

Get things from places I can’t reach

Rub my tummy when it hurts

Start a pillow fight

Shoot me with a water gun or nerf gun

Quote from my favorite books and movies

Ask me silly questions

Try to win me a prize

Take me somewhere I need to dress up to go to

Ruffle my hair

Boop my nose if my emotions are getting too intense

Let me wear your t-shirt/hoodie

Write a note and leave it somewhere for me to find

Congratulate me for doing something difficult

Start my sleepy music at night

Take me to an amusement park

Take selfies/photobooth pictures with me

Make a pinky promise with me

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(fun fact: i searched the whisper photo to know who are the guys in the background and shut-your-ass that’s elijah wood i just made my everything-is-fucking-connected todd brotzman face)

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Marauders x Reader / It’s gonna be alright.

Hello, lovelies! ❤Today I came up with an idea to write some blurbs, with Marauders motivating/supporting the reader, as I really needed this kind of thing in my life at the moment. Still working on the requests and the ship, though! Hope you like it :) P.S. The Sirius is a bit longer, but oh well x

Originally posted by peterandygarfield

Remus :

“Look Y/N, everything is going to be fine!” Remus exclaimed, trying his hardest to say it as clearly as he possibly could.

At this point, he got used to this little routine that the two of you shared. Before every major exam that you had, you found yourself panicking like a little baby and he was always there to try to calm you down. Usually, he succeeded, but this time was different. It wasn’t just any exam.

“Remus it’s the N.E.W.T.s that we are talking about!” you squeaked and began to pace back and forth in front of him. “This is it, don’t you understand? This is the moment that is going to determine how my future will look like! It will decide how good of a witch I actually am and what chances I have to do what I want an-” you stopped as soon as you felt Remus’s hands, starting to rub your shoulders gently. You didn’t know why, but his warmth always seemed to make you relax and come back to your senses.

“Take a deep breath, love” he stated, his voice still calm and collected.

“Now listen to me” he started as soon as you did what he instructed you to do. “You, Y/N Y/L are the most brilliant, intelligent and kindhearted witch that I know. Do not even dare to try, to diminish your talents and your accomplishments. Understood?” he looked you in the eyes, a wide grin spread across his face.

“Thank you” you mumbled quietly while you leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek, just before entering the classroom, not being able to comprehend how lucky you were to have him.


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James:

 “Oh Godric, I’m gonna lose it” you said as you walked out of the changing room, a loud cheer coming from the stands, now full of students and teachers, eager to see the final match.

“Oi” you heard James walking up behind you “What’s going on, love?”

“How do you do it?” you turned around quickly, in order to face him.

“Do what?” he asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“How do you stay so calm and collected?” you exclaimed, as the anxiety started to build up inside of you, making you feel sick.

“I’m calm because I believe in my team” he stated while making sure to look you straight in the eyes. “Because I believe in you, and every other member of our group. I am calm because I know that we worked our ass off, to be where we are now, and I know that we can win this”

He was right. You did not work so hard, to now ruin it all, by letting stress overwhelm you.

“We can do this” you repeated firmly, earning the brightest smile from your boyfriend, that you have ever seen.

“That’s my girl!” he spun you around and started to place small kisses all over your face, making you giggle like a little girl.

“You are incorrigible James Potter, do you know that?”

“I sure do” he grinned sheepishly at you, and placed another slightly longer kiss on your lips, just before joining your team. “Now, love. We have a game to win”  

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Sirius :

 “Well hello, gorgeous!” Sirius called out, as he found you sitting on your own, at the Gryffindor table. As if you have not heard him you continued to poke at the food that was on your plate, your eyes focused on the pile of books that laid in front of you.

“Earth to Y/N?” he waved a hand in front of your face, in order to get your attention.

“Umm, yeah sorry I just got a bit distracted” you sent him a small smile and rubbed your eyes, that was once again beginning to get itchy.

You really didn’t want to be so indifferent to his actions, but you were too tired to do anything about it. The exams were just around the corner and you still had to revise a lot of things due tomorrow.

“That’s it” you regained your senses as soon, as you heard the firmness in his voice. “You are overworking yourself, love and it’s my duty to prevent you from doing so” he stated and proceeded to flip you trough his shoulder.

“Sirius what are you doing?!” you shrieked in disbelief, as he made his way to your common room. “Put me down right now!”

“Not until we get into your room, you feisty little thing”

“Oh, you just wait and see what I will do with you as soon as my feet touch the ground” you argued, trying to not sound as ridiculously as you must have looked.  

“Well, in fact, I’m very curious, kitten. I have something planned for you as well, and I have a feeling that you are gonna love it” he smirked, as he lightly smacked your ass.

“Sirius Black, you did not just do that!” he chuckled, not paying attention to the threats that you began to give him.  

“Calm down women, all I plan to do right now is to make you sleep”

“I don-” you were cut off by him putting you on the floor.

“Y/N, everything is gonna work out, you just need a nap, that’s all” he said, his dashing smile making you forget about everything that was going on.

“Do I ever tell you how smart you can be sometimes Mr.Black?” you smirked while pulling on his tie, in order to get him a bit closer.

“Only sometimes, aye?” he raised one eyebrow in amusement while putting his hands on your waist.

“Only sometimes” you whispered in his ear and then placed a soft kiss on his lips. “But that’s why I love you”

“Well, then I can remain the happiest fool in the world” he chuckled “But first, sleep” you rolled your eyes, but proceeded to do as he said. Foolish or not he was yours, and that’s all that mattered.

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Say hello to my illuminati acne!!
People usually take photos of their fruit bowls on grass with a kanken in the background but hey look at me! Sitting on my bed bare faced eating a fat bowl of ice cream 💞
Also my hair looks like a mop & should’ve worn some make up & faced the light

Daddy’s Little Girl - Part 3

Title: Daddy’s Little Girl - Part 3

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: You used to be a nude cam model. Negan was your favorite customer. What are the chances that you’d see him again now that the dead’s taken over the world?

Warnings: NSFW, pure smut, smut, daddy kink, smut, more smut

Note: A little something before I go out of town for the next days! Kinda rushed but I really wanted to get this up before I leave tomorrow night. Sorry if it’s messy and all over the place but I hope you guys will enjoy this omg. Let me know your thoughts! This is the last part btw. :)

PART 1 | PART 2

“Daddy wants his little girl to sit on his face.”

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Growing Love - Part 3: Eternal Flame

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Jensen Ackles, Rowen Ackles, Brice Ackles, Jayden Ackles

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Can’t think of any. Pretty much just fluff.     

Wordcount: 2000ish

A/N: This is a real people fic but it is an AU Mini Series. Jensen is a photographer, Jared owns a bar and Misha is a doctor. It is my first time writing a real people fic in AU so lets hope I don’t fall on my face completely here.

I didn’t write this chronologically as I usually do. I wrote everything that the narrator tells us first and build the story around that. The narrator’s story can be read without the actual story and the actual story can be read without the narration. The narrator only actually tell us the things in cursive, the rest is Jensen’s PoV ;) Again let’s hope I land on my feet with this one.

It is written for @avasmommy224’s Birthday Challenge and Jenn is a total sweetheart who let me make a series out if this. The prompt is in part 2 and the acquired smut is in part one, I reused the prompt partially in this part which is the final part.

Happy Birthday Jenn. Hope you enjoyed it.

Thanks to to my fav Erin aka @blacktithe7 for being the rockstar she is and betaing this for me.

NO HATE AGAINST DANNEEL. I LOVE HER - THIS IS FICTION. PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE

MASTERLIST

You see, love doesn’t always start with fireworks. Not the eternal kind. Not unconditional long lasting kind. Their kind of love never ends and do you know how I know? I witnessed it. I watched it grow stronger every day. I watched the way my dad looked at my mom and the way she would blush. She still does. After 3 kids and 18 years of marriage, they still kiss each other every day. Mom still falls asleep on the couch leaning against my dad on movie night. He still looks at her with as much love as he did in my very first memory of them, if not more.

Y/N did write her book. Actually she wrote several, and Jensen never stopped taking pictures. His works are displayed in various museums and magazines, but my favourite pictures he ever took are the ones of his family.

There is a staircase at Jensen and Y/N’s house. My childhood home. The wall is covered in pictures my dad took of Mom, Jaydan, Brice and me, but in the middle of all the photographs is my mom’s handwriting. It says “My Favourite Day”.

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Daryl Dixon Imagine - Safe and Sound (Request)

MASTERLIST

Adoptive daddy Daryl x baby OC

Requested by anon:  can you please do a imagine where daryl finds a little girl in his alone run and brings her home, then he start to see her like a daughter? (can be a teenager as well, you choose…) and congrats for your writing!

I hope you like it ;)


Concentration…that’s all that matters when you are on  a run.

Being careful of your surroundings could make the difference between life and death.

Daryl knows that very well, that’s why he prefer to go alone out of Alexandria, no people means no distractions.

That day, Daryl was alone into the woods, he was busy following a deer.

Actually that was the first deer he saw in days, so he decided to follow it, ignoring all the squirrels and rabbits on his ways.

Finally the deer stopped to drink on a little lake in the woods and Daryl lift his crossbow, aiming right towards its head.

Right before he could shoot, a loud cry startled the deer which runs away:

“Damn it”

Despite the anger, Daryl starts to follow the screams.

After a little while he finally reach his destination: there was a car in the middle of the road, surrounded by walkers.

“Whoever is screaming, is trapped inside that car”

With that in mind, Daryl start shooting at the walkers, killing one after another.

When the last arrow hit the last walker right between the eyes, Daryl start to gather all the still usable arrows.

While he did so, he notice that there were fresh remains on the ground…the walkers have been attracted by people not by all those screams.

Finally he looks into the car and see something unexpected: inside the vehicle there was a toddler, she’s no more than a one year old little girl, with puffy red eyes.

The remains were probably what left of her parents.

Since she was alone, Daryl decide to take her and sooth that little girl.

“Ssssh I know princess, I know. Now I’m here”

Surprisingly the little girl stop her crying and stare at Daryl with her big green eyes

“Good girl” Daryl said, smiling.

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By the time Daryl arrives at Alexandria, it was dark.

Quickly he made his way toward Rick’s house, he has a baby on his own, maybe he could be helpful:
“Hey Daryl how did the hunt go?”
“We can say that I’ve found something different” Daryl said.

At first Rick didn’t understand what Daryl meant, but when he finally had a better view of him, he notice that he was holding a little girl.

Rick get closer to them: “who is this little angel?” Rick says, trying to get a better look of the baby, however, she hides his head into Daryl’s neck, gripping him tightly.

Smiling Daryl answered: “Found her into a car, her parents were devoured by walkers, I was too late”

“Hey! It’s not your fault” Rick says, patting Daryl’s back.

“Now what should I do?”
“Since she seems to like you, why don’t you take care of her? I can give you some of Judith’s formula and old clothes”

Before Daryl could object, the baby looks up from his neck and start touching Daryl’s face with her little hands.

Surprised by her actions, Daryl made an apparently strange face that makes the little girl laughing
“oh, you find me funny princess?” He says grinning, tickling the little girl’s tummy eliciting  more laughs from her.

“See? You’ll be alright” Rick says, before going into the kitchen, making a bag for Daryl.

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He was amazed by that little girl.

Right now she was drinking her bottle hungrily
“You were really hungry princess, huh?” he says while caressing the girl’s short black hair.

Once she finished her meal, Daryl stood up and start to rocking her, while talking gently

“Since you’re staying with me, what do you think about I give you a name?”
The little girl bubbled something and then stare at Daryl.

“What about Sophia? It’s the name of a little girl that I couldn’t save…but with you it was different…I’ll protect you”

Sophia made a toothy grin making Daryl laugh: “So you like it? Then your name is Sophia”

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After a little while Sophia fall asleep.

Daryl lay her down on the left side of his bed.

Daryl couldn’t help but think that she’s so young and she already has lost her family.

She’s alone just like he was before he found a new family in that camp in Atlanta.

“I’ll protect you no matter what princess, you’re not alone….you have me” he says, caressing Sophia’s tummy.

And that’s true, Daryl will do everything to make sure that his princess lives an happy life, safe and sound.

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baker151910  asked:

"Would you stop laughing at me Baker! It's not funny!"

Mike holds out Kaia as far away from his body as possible, her little limbs wiggling around, a teeny dimpled smile on her face.

Ginny can’t contain her horsey laugh from the bed, her body bending over, slapping the bed, before bringing her hands to cover her mouth.  Her curls hang in her face, as she shakes with laughter, both at the situation and Mike’s reaction.

“Would you stop laughing at me Baker!  It’s not funny!”  He demands, but the anger is fake, the laugh on the tip of his tongue as he stares down at the white t-shirt he’s wearing, completely covered in baby poop.

“She thinks it’s funny,” Ginny says, motioning to their little girl, Mike’s face scrunched in complete disgust, but hiding a smile at the situation.

“This is disgusting!” He claims, staring at Kaia, having exploded her diaper, poop crawling up her back, and a very distinct smell emanating from her, coloring the room with an odor that had Ginny rolling on the bed.

“It’s your turn,” she says with a shake of her head, her laughter refusing to quit.

“No, help, she is no help,” he whispers at the baby as he brings her into the bathroom to wash her off.

Ginny crawls off the bed, the old t-shirt she’d long since stolen from Mike hitting her knees, as her bare feet slap the hardwood floor following after the two of them.

She leans against the doorframe, her ankles crossed, a dimpled grin spreading across her face as she watched Mike try to navigate cleaning their daughter off, still sporting the shitty shirt.

“You wanna give me a hand?  Or are you just going to laugh at me from there?”  He says with a raised eyebrow, a teasing lilt to his words.

Ginny moves to the tub, collapsing to her knees, and bending over to grab one of Kaia’s hands, as she rests in Mike’s hand as he rinses off her back.  Her little fingers wrap around her mother’s finger, and Ginny shakes it up and down making faces at the little girl.

“You’re making Daddy work tonight, huh?”  She coos at her, who peeks up at her through her long lashes, unbothered by the warm water, and the chaos she’d caused.

“My knees and back thank her,” Mike throws out, as he gently bathes his daughter.  His words say one thing, but his tone is laced with such an adoration for the baby girl who’s had him wrapped around her finger since he found out about her.  One terrifying experience after another, the blind leading the blind when it came to child care, a guessing game of sorts in how to handle every situation that arose.

“Nut up, old man,” Ginny teases, nudging him with her elbow, and he throws her a challenging look.

“Let me remind you who is covered in shit right now, Baker,” he points out, and it causes Ginny to start laughing again.

Finishing up, he lifts Kaia up from the tub, as Ginny wraps her in a towel, cuddling her into her chest.

“There we go, clean bean,” she coos into her girl.  Glancing up, Kaia tucked under her chin, she sees Mike, shaking the water off of his hands, still looking a mess.

“You, on the other hand, should take that shirt off,” she says with a grimace.

He stills, a wry grin making its way across his face, before making his way, slowly towards them.

“If you want to check me out without a shirt, you can just come out and say it, Gin,” he teases.

“You’re so full of shit, Lawson.  Literally.” she says with a smile, holding out her hand to stop him, but refusing to actually touch him.

“Just wait, it’s your turn next time,” he warns.

“You wouldn’t do that to me would you, Kaia bean?”  She asks, kissing the top of her head, and slowly edging out of the bathroom.

“What, no kiss for me?” He says, holding out his arms, displaying the damage in its full form.

Ginny turns back towards him.  

“You can have one when your clean too,” she says with a little laugh.

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Sweetheart, what have you done to us {2nd part}

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Summary: You found out your husband is cheating on you so you avoid him and send him to sleep in his office. Months later, just when you thought maybe you were being too cruel with him he goes and publishes The Reynolds Pamphlet.

Word count: 2,726

Time period: Hamiltime

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, angst.

Note: Okay, this really took longer than I thought and it ended differently of what I had planned initially but I liked it, so finally here it is the second (and last?) part! I really hope you enjoy it!  ♡

1rst Part 

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You were used to going to bed and fall asleep without him. You were used to the almost inaudible sound of the quill serving as your lullaby. You were used to hearing the door of your room opening at some point in the middle of the night. But you weren’t used to the cold sensation of waking up alone… and you wondered if you would ever be.

108 mornings had passed since the last time he had woken up next to you with his arms firmly wrapped around your waist and his breath tickling softly against your neck. You didn’t count the days, but you did count the letters he left you every dawn in what used to be his side of the bed.

The first ones have been pleas for forgiveness, filled with regret and desperation. At letter number 34 they started being promises. Now they were love declarations, just like the ones he had written you long ago when he had courted you.

It was bittersweet to think about those times now. But you still remembered how he had looked at you when he met you for the first time; he couldn’t stop smiling and it was the most beautiful smile you had ever seen.

You sighed and took today’s letter. Like all the others, it was neatly folded and smoothly impregnated with violet scent; excitedly waiting to be open. So you did, you opened it and read it.

The words inside were what you expected them to be: the usual Good morning, followed by sweet nothings, he then proceeded to talk about his day and ask about yours. Just like a letter, you would send someone who is far apart from you. And the fact that you were actually far apart from each other when all that was between the two of you was a door was funny in a cruel way.

You finished your reading and folded the letter again to save it with the other 107 inside a small coffer. Not the one in which you had the letters from more than ten years ago, no, that one was almost sacred for you. You had another one just for this letters. At first, you had intended to throw away his apologies –the proof being the first seven letters that you totally crumpled– but there was no use, even after all these years you were still incapable of rejecting him.  

You didn’t know if he had kept his word of not seeing that woman again but at least he had complied your demand; he didn’t bring her to your house anymore. That didn’t take the damage away, not the pain nor the tears, but it was something. At least you knew he really regretted it.

The clock struck a quarter past eight when you left your room and headed downstairs to make breakfast. It was still early but not early enough for your husband to still had not left to work, so finding him on the stairs; right in front of you, on his way up and you on your way down was surprising, to say the least.

You held your breath and he sighed with a little smile on his lips.

“That coral dress suits you magnificently, ” he said, looking at you adoringly.

“Thank you”

You would be lying if you’d say he wasn’t capable of making butterflies flutter in your stomach anymore. But that wasn’t enough and you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction, so you continued in your way down without another word…. And he followed you, of course he did.

Once in the kitchen, you tried to ignore his presence, making more noise than necessary when placing the casserole and other things on the table and taking your time washing the vegetables, but his stare on every little move you did and his almost palpable nervousness made it impossible.

“Is there anything you need, Alexander?” you asked him suddenly “You are quite late for work today”

“I know, but I just couldn’t leave without talking to you first”

So now I am more important than your work?  You thought bitterly, looking for the oats in the cupboard “The go ahead, I’m listening”

“No, (Y/N)…” he approached you and placed a slightly trembling hand on your shoulder, trying to catch your attention “I know I don’t deserve even a minute of your time, but I need you to really listen to me about this”

You took in a sharp breath at his closeness and squeezed your eyes shut in consideration, but finally nodded at his request, stepping away from him and turning around to look him in the eye “I am all expectation” you said, encouraging him to talk “but please don’t ever lay a hand on me again without my consent”

“Of course… I’m sorry. It won’t happen again” his voice was so small and broken it pained you, and it also reminded you why you had been avoiding him for more than three months.

“Philip will wake up in any minute so…” your tone was warmer this time, a subtle attempt to comfort him in any way “It will be better if you tell me now”

“(Y/N)…” he collected his thoughts and almost took your hands in his, before remembering what you had said not even a minute ago and dropped his hands at his sides awkwardly “I am not certain whether or not you had read my letters. If you had, I hope it counts as a sign that I still occupy a place in your heart for small it may be, a place I know I am unworthy of, but a place that I still long for more than anything else in this world.” It hurt you deeply to see him so doleful, so you tried to avert your gaze, but he pleaded you with his eyes not to do so and so your eyes stayed on his.

“I am not telling you this with the intention of asking for your forgiveness. Believe me, today less than ever is the appropriate timing. The only thing I am daring to ask for you is to never forget that I love you and to don’t ever doubt it. I know my actions don’t speak well of me and I am a reason for shame, but since the moment I saw you I knew you were my destiny, (Y/N), that you would be the mother of my children, my support, and my best friend, the one who would grow old with me–…”

“Alexander, stop” you implored fighting back tears.

“I’ll stop” he nodded “I’ll do whatever you tell me to do. But please, please (Y/N), promise me you won’t ever forget that I love you”

What are you going to do? Your eyes screamed and he seemed to openly ignore the question. Why are you telling me this? Why does it feel like a goodbye?  

“If… if I promise you that, you must promise to me to don’t do anything stupid or reckless”

He gave you a sad smile and your heart almost stopped. You knew it was useless to ask him not to do something stupid but whatever it was this time, it had probably already happened and he was apologizing beforehand.

“Alexander…!”

“Mama?”

You turned your face away from his to look at the door, finding your daughter and elder son standing there.  

“Sorry, she was hungry” Philip explained, apparently having noticed the tension “But we can come back later,” he said taking the little hand of his sister and leading her back to the living room.

“But I want my cookie now!”  

“Shhh”

“It’s alright, honey” you reassure him with a soft smile “I was just about to make breakfast”

The face of your little girl lightened up at your statement and soon the two of them were standing in front of you. You hug them, placing a chaste kiss on their foreheads “Good morning, did you sleep well?”

The four of you exchanged some words at the kitchen and then your husband left for work. None of you had made the promise to the other.

Your other son came down some minutes later and you ate calmly with your children. You took them to school, and when you came back the parlour-maid had already cleaned and tidied the reception room and living areas, making you realize that you were late.

“Good morning, Mrs. Hamilton” she greeted you when she noticed your presence “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Oh, no, Grace, I was just lost in thought” you admitted “You did an excellent job as always, this room is impeccable”

She thanked you with a smile and you took your leave to your room.

You were anxious, nervous, and maybe even paranoid. What in the world had Alexander done? Or was he about to do it? Could you still be in time to do something to stop him? When you passed the market in your way home everyone had been muttering and throwing insistent glances in your direction so probably whatever it was had already happened but…  

“Madame, are you alright?”

You stopped your train of thought and in your tracks too, because apparently you had been walking like a caged lion without realizing it.

“Charlotte…” you said with a sigh of relief at the sight of the housekeeper at your door “Please, tell me, have you listened to anything about a duel taking place today or something of the kind?”

“Mrs. Mcgrory had the impertinence to came here to talk to you about it, with the pamphlet in hand and all but I took the liberty of sending her away, knowing she is not in the best of terms with you Madame” she declared red in the face, apparently still agitated by the incident.

“What are you talking about?” you asked feeling your mouth dry and your heartbeat in your ears “A pamphlet? So there really was a duel? Is my Alexander alright?!”

“Please calm down, Madame, there was not duel” Charlotte assured you, placing her small and wrinkled hand on your shoulder, using the other one to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, just like she used to do when you were younger. And just like on those old times you relaxed a little, feeling the air slowly returning to your lungs.

“Then what happened?”

She gave you a preoccupied look before she answered “Mr. Hamilton published something this morning” she explained “I thought you already knew, but I am not sure if it would be good for you to read it”

“I must read it” you declared “If you have a copy, please bring it to me”

“Of course, Madame,” she said stepping away “With your permission”

After that everything seemed to happen in slow motion but an incredibly fast speed at the same time.

The writing your husband had published was titled ‘The Reynolds Pamphlet’ and it explained with disgusting detail his affair with Maria Reynolds; the woman you saw that day at the staircase, the one he had swear not to see again, the one that helped Alexander to break your heart. And how she had approached him requesting his help and monetary aid but in the end ‘Some conversation ensued from which it was quickly apparent that other than pecuniary consolation would be acceptable’.

Every word you read felt like a stab and caused physical pain in your chest. Your tears ruined the paper in your trembling hands more than once and you had to take many pauses to fight your sobs, but somehow managed to get to the end of it. When you did, you finally let yourself fall apart. You cried your heart out, crumpling the paper till it was unreadable.

You burned it. You burned the Reynolds Pamphlet and all the letters Alexander had written you over the years; the 108 apologies, the few ones he had sent you that summer when you were at your father’s house, those he sent when he was fighting in the war, and… and even the ones of your youth, the ones that had made you fall madly in love with him.

You cried the whole time, watching the flames slowly consume the paper and the ink till there was nothing more than ashes and smoke. All the promises, all the sweet words, all the memories were gone, burning just like your very heart.

It was done. And you felt weak and numb. All he said in the morning… it was good you hadn’t made that promise because right now you wondered if he really knew what ‘love’ means in the first place. Someone who loves you doesn’t do things like this. Someone who loves you doesn’t cheat on you. Someone who loves you doesn’t make you wonder if you are still alive because you can’t feel your heart anymore.

You finally opened the door of your room only to find Charlotte there just about to knock, with concern drawn all over her face.

“I sent Grace to pick up the kids from school” she explained when you didn’t utter a word, “I thought you may be indisposed”

“Thank you…” you murmured with a sore voice, your eyes still red and glassy “I don’t want to look like this in front of them” you confessed “Philip probably already knows too and… I d-don’t…” you couldn’t help but cry again, lowering your head and trying to cover your eyes with your hand.

She hugged you firmly and you cried even more. Charlotte had been with you all your life, she was your nanny, then your lady’s maid, even your chaperone in your first dates with Alexander, now she was your housekeeper and you dared to say she had always been like your second mother.

“It afflicts me to seeing you like this, my girl,” she said “That young man has really messed up this time. If you allow me I’d like to share some words with him about it”

You only shook your head and held her closer “No, it won’t be necessary. But I need you to do something else for me”

“Anything for you, my dear”

“Please take good care of him,” you said with a small voice this time “Don’t let him skip meals or close himself up in the study for days on no end” you could feel her confusion at your words, so you explained yourself “I’m leaving with the kids to my father’s house”

The sky was pink when you left a neatly folded piece of paper on your side of the bed. Your sons and daughter were already waiting for you with their luggage in the carriage parked in front of the house. You gave the room a last glance and left.

… … … … … … …

Alexander,

If you are reading this it means that I am gone, so read it slowly.

I must admit I am so deeply torn between loving you with everything I have and drowning in the bitterness that this love is accompanied by.

My sister said to me once that love is like handing someone a gun, having them point it at your heart, and trusting them to never pull the trigger. But the thing is, Alexander, that you have pulled the trigger more than once and I am not sure if I have a heart anymore.

I believe that people have the right to make mistakes, but I also believe in the right that has the self to decide if it’s worth going ahead or not. And I don’t know if I will be able to forgive you this time. I don’t know if it will come to the day that I’ll trust you again, or in which I’ll feel safe by your side just like I used to feel an eternity ago.

I’m leaving you because I need to find myself and I need to forget you. I need to forget how much I loved you and how much I must hate you. I’m leaving you to punish you; to make you feel the absence you had left in me. I’m leaving you because to stay is to die and you are killing me, and I need to know if there is life after losing you.

Goodbye, my dearest. 

Gummy bears

Hello, love bugs!
I just want to say thank you for all of the love and follows. You make me so overjoyed that someone enjoys my stuff.
Warnings ⚠️drug use, smut. God, love thigh riding fics.

Today was the first time you ever partook in an edible. You had smoked weed before once or twice but this was a new experience. You had received gummy bears from a friend who said it would help with your anxiety. You had been saving them for a day when you were really stressed out. Today happen to be the day where everything was adding up and you needed to get away from it all. You started off with just a few thrown into your mouth. Then after twenty minutes of nothing, you decided to toss in a few more. Just when you thought they were duds they hit you. Now you lay upside down on the couch watching an anime with the French subtitles on. Did you speak French? No. But you thought you could start to learn a new language by just reading the words. You found out you were wrong but your body was too tired to change it. This was the life you were going to live now. French subtitles were going to be the new norm. Dan had been gone for a couple of hours doing some running around before he found you in this position. When he saw you he first thought this was a weird existential crisis. Then he saw the bag of bears on the dinner table and put it all together.

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Welcome || Jack Maynard Imagine

I lift my gaze to the hypnotising blue orbs that matched the one of the small human i am holding. I break out into a grin.

“She looks just like you.” i whisper to scared to wake the baby that i have cradled in my arms. I lower my eyes back to the gorgeous little girl that is half mine, and half the person that i love. I softly smile when i feel jack press a kiss to the side of my head and run his fingers down my arm and on to our gorgeous baby girl.

“Nah, she looks just like her mum, gorgeous Y/H/C hair and that nose, she’s all you.” He comments, holding his arms out for the baby, and the smile that lights up his entire face when he holds his little girl, makes me melt.

“I love you, you mean so much to me Jack,” i whisper sitting down on our couch, and watch him carefully as he rocks little Kelsey, “I love our little family.”

“Well i would hope so since its been almost two years since you said ‘i do’ babe” he chuckles and takes up residence next to me on our couch. Jack fondly glances up, remembering the day we became a family. I smile over at him.

“It was such a beautiful day, you looked so hot that day babes.” i giggle over at him, obviously flirting.

“So did you Mrs.Maynard.” He stand up and places our gorgeous creation into her crib and stalks his way back over to me, and kisses me softly. i pull him down so that he is sitting next to me. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me into his side.

“Its so crazy that we’ve been married for two years next week.” i plant a kiss on his chest. A smile finds its way on to jacks face.

“The second best day of my life,” he whispers into my ear. i raise my eyes to meet his confusion clearly evident on my face. “The first being the day that we made our family go from two to three.”

I press my lips to his and i can feel him smile into the kiss.

“I love you.” i repeat from earlier.

“And i love Conor,” Jack laughs teasing me, i slap his arm lightly “Oh yeah and i guess I love you too.”

It was a suprise to his family, friends and fans, when he was the first of the Maynard’s to get married, and have a baby. Conor originally believing that you were joking about being engaged, and then believing that jack was pranking him when you announced that you were pregnant. Anna on the other hand was so excited for you to become her sister in law, and more than excited to become a aunty. Being a part of the Maynard family has been crazy and slightly stressful but for the most part, you loved it. Helen and Gary treated you like you were one of their own.

“Im pretty sure Conor still thinks were joking.” i laugh and pull him down so that were laying down on the couch.

“Well it might be time we show, Kelsey to the world,” he sighs, “ill give my brother a call and get him to come over.” i smile, knowing how much he’s wanted to let everyone know about her being born but also how badly that he’s wanted to keep her all to himself.

“Okay.” i reply smiling widely at my gorgeous husband.

“Why did you call me over Jack? Is the misses out?” i here confused Conor say.

“I have someone i want you to meet,” Jack reply trying not to show his excitement. I walk out into our kitchen holding our baby girl in my arms, trying not to make myself known to Conor just yet. “Turn around.”

I watch as Conor’s body turn to face me, confusion originally showing on his face, quickly being replaced by excitement. Jack makes his way around his brother and to my side, glancing at each of our faces, until finally resting on his brothers face. I look down to my baby and back up to Conor and say, “Would you like to hold her?”

Conor takes a step forward and gazes down at his niece, and slowly runs his fingers along her face, “She’s beautiful, whats her name?” he whispers careful not to wake the sleeping girl.

“Kelsey.” Jack says looking at all of the boys, before he had met you the boys had discussed baby names, that was jacks favourite. Conor opens his arms eager to finally meet his niece.

“Hello Kelsey, I’m Uncle Conor.” i watch Conor interact with the sleeping baby, with tears in his eyes.

“She looks just like Y/N, doesn’t she Con?” Jack asks, tears shinning in his eyes as he pulls my back against his chest.

“Yeah, Yeah she does.” is all that he manages to mumble.

New Beginnings - Part 1 (Bucky x Reader)

Pairings: singledad! bucky x singlemom!reader

word count: 1.7+k

tagging list (the person that inspired me to write again): @bovaria

You were rushing as you took your six year old son, Isaac, to school. You and Isaac had woken up a bit late, and were rushing to make sure that he got to school on time since this week you were most likely going to have to walk him to school, since your car was in repair. You quickly fixed him up a breakfast to take with him, just to make sure that he will make it and although the school wasn’t far, you weren’t taking any chances on him being late again. Isaac was your pride and joy, sharing many physical similarities with you, such as your hair color, skin color, and many more, the only thing that he had in common with his biological father was his hazel eye color.

You were fine providing for the two of you, already used to the idea of being a single mother since the moment you told his father that you were pregnant. But you would be lying to yourself if you said that it wasn’t difficult at times, but it was well worth it if Isaac was happy. There wasn’t more that you could ask, since at least his father agreed for child support, but still it wasn’t easy, especially with time. You looked down at your son, seeing him munch on his peanut butter sandwich, as he bounced and kicked every leaf he could, being on the more energetic side of the spectrum. You really did question your parenting skills at times, but maybe you weren’t as bad as you thought. Isaac looked up, his hazel eyes meeting yours, as he smiled at you and offered you a bite of his sandwich, which you laughed and told him that you were fine.

You were holding onto Isaac’s hand, relieved that you weren’t as late as you thought, since parents were still dropping off their kids as you approached the school. For once Isaac was going to make it on time to school to spare. Just as you crossed the street Isaac quickly pulled away from you to run on ahead.

“Isaac, don’t run,” worried that he would end up falling, since although he was very wild he wasn’t the most careful of children.

You hurried your own pace trying to catch up to your six year old son, only to see him quickly embrace (more like tackle) a small brunette girl, almost sending her off balance. Isaac was so outgoing, never shy of doing anything once he sets his mind to it. It honestly makes you wonder where he got it from, because even if you weren’t too shy, you never had the valor to be outgoing like him. The little girl had a startled face as Isaac embraced her, making you worry that her parents were going to scold Isaac for almost tackling their child to the ground. You were opening your mouth to tell him to let go of her, but were interrupted.

“Brooke, you don’t have to be so shy” you heard a male voice say.

You looked up and were met with two beautiful icy blue eyes. You were taken back by the man in front of you; he had a warm smile on his face as he looked down at Isaac and what you guessed was his daughter. Your eyes were immediately drawn his left arm covered with tattoos forming a beautiful sleeve that complimented his strong arms. Dark brown hair that almost reached his shoulders was tucked behind his ears, but you could honestly say that his blue eyes were the most beautiful thing you have seen.

“I’m sorry for my son,” you said apologizing to the father that your little girl was hugging like there was no tomorrow.

“It’s no worries, although it’s a bit sad when Brooklyn more luck with people than her own father…and she’s only five,” he said jokingly, making you smile as well.

“Mommy, this is my best friend Brooke,” Isaac smiled as he let go of brunette who had eyes just as blue as her father.  

Brooke…the name was familiar to you; you smiled knowing that this was the Brooke that your son would talk your ear off when you picked him up from school. His only friend since he started this year and would always mention about inviting her over, but the timing was never right. Isaac had a bright smile as he presented you to her, the same one he had on when he talked to you about her. You looked down, your eyes meeting Brooke’s blue ones, and could already tell that she was beyond shy, complete opposite from Isaac. She was too shy to even return his hug, as her hands tightly held onto the straps of her Spiderman backpack. Brooke slowly looked up to her dad, a small tint of pink tinted on her cheeks.  

“Dad, this is my best friend Isaac,” she introduced her voice coming out so low that you could barely hear it. But her father heard it loud and clear, his smile getting brighter as he realized who your little boy was.

“So you’re the famous Isaac,” he said squatting down to be at eye level with your son. You don’t know why you found it nice that he got down to his height, unable to hide the small smile forming on your lips.  

Isaac nodded, not shying away at all, typical of him.

“well,” he said with a bright smile, “thank you for taking good care of Brooke, I know that she’s really shy and can’t make many friends, so I’m glad she has you by her side,” he said ruffling his hair, “Brooke talks about you all the time, saying that she’s glad you’re her best friend,” he said with a smile, earning him a small playful smack from his daughter, “ok she doesn’t talk about you all the time,” hoping to not embarrass his little girl any more. He brought his hands to his knees to help him stand back up. “Sorry for messing up his hair,” he said as he softly smiled and scratched the back of his neck, making you guess that maybe some of Brooke’s shyness stemmed partially from his father.  

“It’s no problem, by the time I pick him up from school, his hair is a lot messier than this,” you said with a reassuring smile, as you smoothed out his hair.

“Bucky,” he said with a smile.

“Pardon?” you said, wondering if you misheard something.

“Name’s James, but I like Bucky instead,” he said extending his hand to yours, seeing the look of confusion from what he prefers to be called, “James Buchanan Barnes,” he said with a bright smile, “this here’s Brooklyn Sarah Barnes”

“(full name),” you responded as you shook his hand, instantly feeling how warm and calloused it was, “and he’s Isaac Nathaniel (l/n),” Isaac already holding out his hand for Bucky, always the eager one to meet new people, “Buchanan? Don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before”

“I know, not the most common name, reason I go by Bucky instead,” he said with a smile.

“Isaac talks about Brooke all the time, it’s good to know that she has a patient kind friend, since I was told from the teachers that he is a bit too loud and energetic for the other students,” you said.

“Other kindergarteners find him loud?” he said with an uncertain tone, almost not believing it.

“Yeah I know, weird,” you said with an odd look, you looked over to your child seeing how he was talking to Brooke about who knows what, his hands moving everywhere as he told his story to her, and the shy girl keeping up with his fast speech. .

The bell rang, letting you both know that it was time for your children to get to school, you reached for your son, hoisting him up, to give him a kiss and tell him that you will be here to pick him up and told him to wait here for you if you were a bit late. You looked over at Bucky, and noticed that he was at eye level with his girl, bringing her in for a hug as he tickled her, loud giggles filling the air around you both, which made you smile too, as he explained that he’ll be right on time to pick her up.

Both children ran into school, seeing how comfortable they both were around each other, leaving you and Bucky smiling as they walked into class.

“Your son’s is adorable, he’s such a ball of sunshine, dad must be happy to have a son like him,” he said with a smile.

“His father isn’t really in the picture, haven’t seen him, since he found out I was pregnant,” you answered.

“Oh he left…I’m really sorry,” he said hoping that he didn’t offend you.

“Don’t, I spend a long time feeling bad about it, it was a better choice for everyone, he didn’t want kids and why would I make both our lives miserable if I forced him to stay. Besides we are doing fine by ourselves,” you said with a smile, hoping you weren’t coming off as rude “Brooke’s really shy, does she get that from you or her mom,” you asked.

“Most likely from me, since her mother isn’t in the picture either,” he said with a soft smile.

“She left you too,” you said not understanding how anyone could leave him like that.

“Uhh…sort of” he said scratching the back of his head seeing his eyes sadden for a brief second making you wonder if they had recently divorced.

You looked down on you watch seeing that you were going to be late if you didn’t start moving. You much like Isaac couldn’t be late either.

“Are you alright?” Bucky as most likely picking up on your small distress.

“Don’t want to be rude, but really better start walking to work before I’m late,” hoping he didn’t think that you just wanted to stop talking to him.

“Do you need a lift? I’m more than happy to take you there.”

“No I don’t want to be a burden, you most likely have somewhere to go as well,” he really was a kind man.

“Trust me, I don’t mind besides if Brooke finds out I let you walk, I’ll hear about it later. I can afford to be late, come on,” he said gesturing you over to his car.

You thought it over looking down at your watch, knowing even at your best pace you may not make it in time, and followed him to his car.