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Purple Jewels (M) | 02

Word Count: 6,730
Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, Supernatural, Fluff & Slight angst

Genie!Jimin ⇢ Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Ongoing

When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help. 

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Two hours after Thanksgiving and Brian was still groaning. The top of his pants had been unbuttoned when he first laid into his second serving of mashed potatoes; the pant’s zipper started creeping down as his gut swelled close to bursting from his third piece of pumpkin pie.  It had been a big year for Brian’s waistline and this Thanksgiving, he had been determined to not stop eating until his belly hit the table.  He was successful.
 
From the kitchen, his boyfriend Kyle emerged smiling, wiping his left hand on his apron and holding the turkey wishbone in his right.  Kyle had spent days getting this Thanksgiving feast together and both of their families had been effusive in their praise of the meal.   The tables were now clear and the house near resembling itself prior to guests. Kyle had spent the last hour cleaning while Brian tried to manage his massively swollen gut.  

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andy1105  asked:

Hey!! I know Christmas already pass but I just want to know how was their first Christmas together, not as a family, as a couple 😁

Oh my gosh this is an interesting ask. 8D Though I think it’s still considered as part of The Voltron Family. Just… Pre-Voltron Family :D

Shiro and Keith had been dating for 8 months now. Keith thought it was pretty long already—Shiro was his first so he didn’t exactly have anyone to compare his new relationship with anyone. He was… happy. He thought something drastic would change between them but they were still the same. They were still best friends, they would still joke around and tease each other relentlessly. The only thing different was: they kiss. Not all the time on the lips though, Keith still couldn’t do that, but they do kiss each other’s cheek everyday.

They were at the library preparing for their next class when…

Shiro: Keith, are you going home for Christmas?
Keith: *writing on his notebook* *doesn’t bother to look at Shiro* Hmmm.
Shiro: Have you already booked your ticket?
Keith: *still focused on his notebook* Yep. Booked it earlier this year.
Shiro: When is it?
Keith: December 19th. You? *still scribbling*
Shiro: Oh. Uh, December 21st. I have thesis defense. *plays with his fingers*
Keith: *nods* Okay. *smiles as he looks up at Shiro* You’ll do great. 
Shiro: *shy smile* Thanks.
Keith: *gets up and packs his bag* I need to be early for my next class. Our prof is always there 5 minutes early. *straps his bag and leans down to give Shiro a kiss on the cheek* I gotta go. See you later at lunch. 

December 19th. The day Keith was going leave. Shiro was accompanying him to the airport and Shiro wanted to cry.

Keith: *taps Shiro’s cheek* Don’t give me that look. *frowns*
Shiro: I can’t help it. I used to laugh at rom-com flicks when they’re doing the cheesy airport scene and now I can say that I absolutely relate to them. *sniffs* *tugs Keith’s jacket* Don’t go. Please.
Keith: *chuckles* I can’t. Plane tickets are expensive. Plus, you’re going home to your family too! We already exchanged our gifts! *frowns* Or did you hate my gift? I mean… *babbles* I’m kinda new to this boyfriend thing so I’m not so sure if my gift was romantic enough or…
Shiro: *laughs* Keith. You could’ve given me glue and I’d still love it.
Keith: *rolls eyes* You’re such a dork. Should’ve done that instead. It’s cheaper too. *clicks his tongue in fake annoyance* *looks at Shiro*
Shiro: *heartbroken* *rubs Keith’s hands and squeezes it* *looks down*
Keith: Hey. Dude. 
Shiro: *scrunches nose* Don’t call me that. We kiss. *frowns*
Keith: *chuckles* That we do. But I’m not gonna stop. *tip toes to give Shiro a dry peck on the lips* *smiles*
Shiro: *beams* *leans down to give Keith another peck on the lips* I love you.
Keith: *chuckles* Okay okay, Mr. Romantic. I love you too but I gotta go.
Shiro: Okay. Goodbye, Keith. *gives Keith’s hand a last squeeze*
Keith: *is lining up with the boarding passengers* *looks back at Shiro*
Shiro: *shouts* Have a fun flight home, Keith!
Keith: *beams and shouts* *waves* I’ll try! But I’ll miss you too much, Shiro!!!

December 25th. Keith was at the living room with his family when the doorbell rang. He was the one to open it. He wondered which cousin of his was arriving late for their Christmas celebration. He opened the door and was shocked to see Shiro wearing a jacket.

Keith: *blinks* Shiro?!!!
Shiro: *looks up* *beams* Keith!!
Keith: *closes the door behind him* What are you doing here? 
Shiro: *quickly hugs Keith* I’ve missed you so much. 
Keith: *melts* *blushes* I’ve missed you too. But we were just on the phone a few hours ago. *chuckles* *hugs back*
Shiro: *leans away to cup Keith’s cheek* I know and I’m sorry for being so cheesy and fricking sappy. *rolls his eyes* But I just… *tiny voice* really want to kiss you on Christmas Day. *flushes* 
Keith: *eyes widens* Oh.
Shiro: Can I kiss you here? *points at his own lips*
Keith: *smiles* Yeah. Yes, you can, dude. *smirks*
Shiro: Ha ha. Very funny. *rolls eyes* Even that isn’t going to ruin this for me.
Keith: Good. Because it really shouldn’t. *smiles* *leans in*

They kissed for a while but they ended up laughing when Keith found out that Shiro sneaked out to ride the Shinkansen bullet train so he can visit Keith all the way to Tokyo from Osaka. He also brought Keith’s 2nd Christmas gift and it was a Christmas sweater. Keith felt bad because he didn’t get Shiro one but Shiro didn’t mind. He wore the sweater and they decided to go inside and Shiro met the whole Kogane Family, including the relatives. Keith wasn’t really out to the rest of the family so he was a bit nervous introducing Shiro.

Mrs. Kogane: Everyone! We have a special guest tonight! *taps Shiro* This is Takashi Shirogane. Keith’s boyfriend.
Keith: *eyes widens* *nervously looks around at his relatives who were showing different reactions: shocked, flushed and his cousins were smiling at him*
Girl Cousin: *smiles so widely* I can’t believe you, Keith! You were able to snag someone as hot as him!
Uncle: So tell us, Takashi. Is our Keith here treating you right?
Boy Cousin: Do we need to give you the shovel talk?
Shiro: *beams* *chuckles* *pulls Keith into a hug but is never leaving the eyes of Keith’s relatives* *fake cries* He’s the best and the sweetest! No need for shovel talk because this guy here can throw a punch. *nuzzles* So adorable! Look at him in this sweater, he’s so cute! And cuddly. My cuddly Keith.
Keith: *is very squished* *looks at Shiro in disgust*
Lil Boy Cousin: *steps up in front of Shiro* NO! *softly punches Shiro’s leg* I was gonna marry Keith! *pouts* *crosses arms in anger*
Shiro: *lets Keith go* *looks down at the little boy* *copies his stance* *huffs* Not if I marry him first!!
Keith and Lil Boy Cousin: *shocked*
Lil Boy Cousin: *starts crying* *tugs Keith’s pants* You promised me! You promised to marry me!
Girl Cousin #2: *laughs* Oh my god, Keith! You did promise him!
Keith: *picks up the lil boy* Don’t cry, Mako-chan. *kisses his chubby cheeks* When you grow taller than Takashi here, I’ll marry you.
Shiro: *gasp* Keith!!! *places a hand on his chest* I’ll lose!!
Mako-chan: *laughs* *wraps his lil arms around Keith’s neck* *sticks his tongue out at Shiro* I love Keith! *kisses his cheek*
Shiro: *smiles fondly* So do I. *squeezes Keith’s arm*

Leave her alone - Jake Riley

A/N  I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in a while.I’ve had exams that I needed to revise for so writing and watching T.V shows was completely off the table for me. I have half term break right now so my drafts will be finished and published later on this week in between revising for History and French. Word of advice to all my year 9 peeps. Don’t pick french for GCSE, it will murder you, especially with the new specification where everything is all exam based. Save yourself 

“Yo! Y/N! Come on, get that ass out of bed.”

“5 more minutes” you mumbled flipping sides.

Jake walked to your window and whipped open the curtains.

“Lets goo” He yelled, pulling your cover off you.

You picked up a spare pillow and whacked him with it. 

“That’s the spirit”

“Oh my god, shut up. You’re so cheery  I want to kill you.

“Get into your gym gear and I’ll make you a great pre-workout shake”

“Strawberries and some chocolate.”

“Fine”

You pushed your covers off you entirely and looked for some clothes. You picked out a sports bra to keep your boobs in check, some leggings and a compression top. You were a big girl you weren’t denying it. You had a tummy and thighs and chubby arms but you embraced yourself for all you were. You were beautiful in your own skin.

You headed into the bathroom and brushed your teeth and washed your face. You quickly french braided your hair before changing into your clothes. 

“Pre-workout’s done”

“Coming!”

You grabbed your gym bag and your phone and went into your kitchen. Jake filled two glasses of strawberry goodness. He handed one to you and you drank.

“You are amazing.”

“Why thank you. Leg day today okay?”

“It was leg day yesterday”

“Yesterday was arms.”

“You’re a torturer Jake Riley.”

You quickly finished off your drink and left your cup in the sink. You grabbed your keys and headed to the door.

“Where are you going without your shoes?

You looked down and saw that your feet were bare. Quickly you ran into your room and grabbed a pair of Nikes and some socks. You quickly slipped on the socks and tied up the shoes and returned to Jake.

“OK let’s go”

The two of you left your apartment and hopped into Jake’s car. You buckled yourself in and turned on the radio.

“Oh my God”

“What?”

“Your date last night. How did it go?”

He was silent for a few seconds.

“It was okay”

“Oh God. That pause said otherwise?”

“She kept bringing up her ex.”

“No way!”

“Yeah, and then she started telling me about how he cheated on her with her personal trainer.”

You burst into laughter.

“Why is every date you go on a fail?”

“Because I’m not interested in them.”

“You’re not interested in anyone. You never know until you try.”

“You know I’m interested in this one girl.”

“Yeah, the one you tell me nothing about. Why don’t you ask her out then?”

“Because she won’t go for me.”

“Really? Jake, you’re an amazing guy. You’re funny, kind, caring, a great chef and you’re hot as fuck. Just ask the girl out. If he says no I will personally punch her.”

He laughed.

“That makes me feel a lot better”

“What? That I’ll assault the love of your life?”

“Yeah, you’re willing to go to prison for me”

“Hold up, no one said anything about prison. I don’t belong there”

“I can see you being an inmate”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, you’ll come out all tatted up and more shredded than me.”

“That won’t be too hard, shrimpy”

“Hey! I work hard for this physique”

“Sure. Don’t you remember those steroids-”

“They weren’t steroids.They were-”

“Part of a D.I.Y blood test from amazon. Becuase that’s believable”

“You’re such a hater”

“I’d like to say I’m your out of body conscious. I make sure you make the right choices.”

“Haterrrr”

“Whatever Riley.”

“Riley 1- Y/L/N 0″

“So we’re keeping score huh?”

“I’m alway taking score”

“Weirdo”

“That hurt!”

“You know I love you”

He flashed you a smile before pulling up into the gym car park. You got out of the car and walked into the gym flashing your membership cards at the guard. Jake and you separated to go and leave your things in the lockers in the changing room. A few moments later you met again and walked into the gym

“OK. We’ll warm up with a few weightless lunges.”

“Really Riley?”

“Yeah. Come on”

You rolled your eyes and began to lunge. After 10 reps you stopped. Jake did 5 more reps just to show off.

“Can you guess what’s next?”

“Squats”

“You’re right. 10 reps”

“race you”

You began squatting as fast as you could, still keeping your form, but Jake managed to beat you.

“Okay, now weighted”  

“Why are you trying to murder me?”

“Shhh”

Jake added some plates onto the weight and you did the painful squats. The two of you continued to work on shaping your legs. After around half an hour it was time for cardio. You picked out two treadmills next to each other. You got on and set your speed. A few seconds in and Jake’s phone rang.

“It’s Lex, I’ll be back in a second.” 

You nodded and continued your workout. As soon as Jake left two girls walked up to you.

“Hey, where did you get your top from?”

“Oh, it’s from-”

“It’s doing so well to suckall that fat in. But you should really buy a bigger size, it’s straining.”

“I. Uh-”  You were lost for words. No one ever said anything like that to you at the gym. They all congratulated you for trying to make yourself better.

“She’s so pathetic, she can’t even stand up for herself.”

Your face began to heat up and tears were threatening to spill from your eyes.

“I don’t know who gave you the right to waltz into this gym and make people feel bad about themselves but you can’t so get away from her or I’ll call security.” 

The girls looked at one another, scoffed and left. Jake turned and looked at you.

“You okay?”

“Can we just get out of here?”

Jake nodded and the two of you quickly grabbed your things from the locker room and drove to Jake’s in a stinky silence. As soon as you entered his house you went to his upstairs bathroom and showered. You relished the hot water beating down on your body soothing your aching muscles. After half and hour or so you decided to get out. You wrapped a towel around your head and one around your body and went into the guest/your bedroom. You towelled off and changed into your underwear. You caught a glimpse of your body in the mirror and it had turned into a day where you weren’t feeling so good about your body.

You pulled and the rolls of skin on your tummy and jiggled your thighs. You ran your fingers over your stretch marks that you used to love but now hate. A knock on the door intercepted your examination.

“Come in”

The door opened and Jake walked into the room. He looked you up and down and his eyes widened.

“You know, I think that the girls were right. The shirt was straining against all of me.”

“No, they were just bringing you down. You’re perfect.”

“You’re my best friend, you’re supposed to say that.”

Jake was silent for a few moments while you stared at yourself in the mirror.

“What if I want to be more than friends?”

“Friends with benefits?”

“No, more than that”

“What about mystery girl?”

“It was you. It’s been you the entire time”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean that’s why I always hate the girls you set me up with.”

“Why couldn’t you tell me that earlier?”

“Because I was afraid you don’t fell the same. Well, I don’t know if you feel the same now either but I thought that it would make your day better.”

You were shocked, you didn’t know about jake’s massive crush on you. He had always been your best friend. You had to admit it, though, there were times when you were jealous of the dates he had and sometimes you would wonder what he would look like without the towel when he came out of the shower. But the feelings were never as deep.

“You don’t feel the same do you?” He asked quietly.

“Jake-”

He turned to leave the room. You ran over to him, your chubbiness bouncing around.

“I don’t feel it now, but there is a chance for it to develop. I don’t want to punch myself for rejecting you now do I?”

“Really?”

“Really, Riley. But I want to be wooed properly. That means a proper first date and everything.”

“I didn’t expect any less. Now as much as I love seeing you like this, this is like the morning after sex stage and we haven’t got that far, so get your cute ass dressed and return home. I’m setting you up on a date.”

You giggled and got dressed. You got a uber and headed home. Almost as soon as you stepped into the door you got a text:

Incoming: Hey, I got your phone number from a friend. He wanted to set us up and I was wondering if you were free tonight?

Outgoing: Hey, I didn’t quite catch your name

Incoming: Lol sorry, it’s Jake

Outgoing: Right, Jake. Uhm yeah I’d like that

Incoming: Great, I’ll pick you up at 7?

Outgoing: Yeah, that’s great. Any particular dress code?

Incoming: relaxed, casual

Outgoing: Great, I’ll see you tonight.

Incoming: See you tonight

You laughed at the fact that he was trying so hard but you were happy he as making the effort. It wasn’t until 5.30 that you started to get ready. You tried to curl your hair but ended up failing miserably so your hair went back into two french braids. you made an effort o your makeup, contouring and baking and highlightings and actually wearing lipstick. You look was pretty neutral, mostly browns and golds with a winged liner on your eye and some red liquid lipstick. You wore a chilled out outfit that consisted of an oversized white t-shirt a pair of jeans and a pair of Nike air max. You contemplated whether to take a coat of not but decided not to, if you were cold Jake would give you his jacket like they do in the movies.at 7:00 sharp you heard a knock on your door. You ran and opened it to see a very calm Jake leaning on your door frame.

“Hi, I’m Jake and these flowers are for you”

You took the flowers and inhaled their scent.

“Hey, Y/N but you probably knew that. Come in, I’ll just put these into a vase and we can go”

He stepped into your apartment and looked around. His eye fell directly on a painting that he hated.“

That painting is interesting”

“Really? My best friend hates it. He says it’s ugly”

“Well, you should ask him again. He could have changed his mind”

“I will. While I relay every action and word spoken during this date.” 

Jake smiled. You finished with the flowers and grabbed your bag. 

"Let’s go" 

You headed out the door with Jake following you and you locked your door. He held his arm out for you to link your arm with his. You smiled and slipped your arm through the gap he created. 

"Can I have a hint as to where we’re going?”

“It’s a surprise. I tried my best given the short planning time.”

“I’m sure we’ll enjoy it”

The two of you walked to his car in silence. He opened up the door and gave you a hand to get in, not that you needed it. He turned on the radio and drummed along to the song on the steering wheel.

“So….”

“This is really awkward.”

“You already know everything about me, we have nothing to talk about”

“Hows that scratch on your arm?”

“Huh?”

“The one on your forearm? I saw it in the gym”

“No biggie, just some crazy psycho grabbed me while I was trying to arrest him”

“Did you beat him up?”

“No, I just pepper sprayed him”

“Wow!”

“Hey, I had to, I was defending myself”

“I’m not saying anything”

“My mum called after you left.”

“Omg I wanted to talk to her”

“I told her about our date and she started screaming and yelled ‘Honey he finally asked her out. You owe me $50′”

“No way! Your parents were betting on our relationship?”

“Yup!”

“That’s why I love them so much”

“It kinda hurt that my dad had no faith in me”

“I feel like your mum was losing hope. Now that I think about it some of her texts sounded like she was dropping hints.”

“She’s so embarrassing”

“Hey, if our kid had a crush on someone and was taking forever to ask the person out I’d lose hope and try and hint that my offspring was crushing on them”

You realised what you said and tried to rectify it but Jake  spoke.

“But that’s embarrassing, I don’t think you’d enjoy being an embarrassing mother unless you were embarrassing our child in front of their friends and they pissed you off.”

“You know me so well”

“What can I say? I’m an attentive listener.”

The drive continued while you talked about weekend plans to see Civil War. After fifteen more minutes of driving, Jake stopped outside the park. He parked up his car and ran out to open your door. 

“Why thank you, kind sir,” you said taking his outstretched hand. 

You hopped out while Jake went into the trunk and took out a picnic basket and a blindfold.

“I knew you were into that shit”

“Oh yeah, why do you think I bring my cuffs home? Turn around”

You turned around as Jake tied the blindfold loosely, making sure he didn’t mess up your eye makeup.

“You’re not going to murder me in the forest and use your officer status to get away with it are you?”

“Who knows?”

Jake took your hand and led you through the park. A  few moments later he stopped and took off your blindfold.

“How did I do?”

You looked at what Jake had done and you were in awe. He tied fairy lights around the tree trunks and on the floor, there was a picnic blanket with loads of plush pillows facing a white sheet strung between two trees. The lights contrasted with the evening sky.  The blanket was the blanket you guys would have your deepest conversations on. It brought back memories of Jake’s rooftop and how the two of you would spend hours under the stars just talking about how shitty and great life was.  He placed the two pillows you embroidered when you were on a craft kick right at the front. You tried to embroider Jake’s face onto the pillow but in the end, it just looked like a bunch of lines inside a square but he still treasured it. It looked exactly how you wanted your dream first date to go.

"This is beautiful. I love it”

Jake breathed a sharp breath of relief before guiding you to the blanket. You sat down running your fingers over the pillow Jake did for you. He stitched on Jake+Y/N=BFFs and then using those iron on stickers put a bunch of your favourite things all over it.

“I have the Man from U.N.C.L.E ready to be projected onto that sheet and your favourite food.”

He opened up the picnic basket and inside it was pizza. Lots of pizza and cookie dough.

“I know how you don’t like really hot pizza because it burns your mouth and the cheese gets too stretchy so it gets everywhere so its lukewarm” He babbled opening the box and offering it to you.

You took out a slice and bit into it.

“The temperature is perfect. Just like the rest of this has been so far”

Jake smiled and scratched the back of his neck shyly. He pivoted and pressed a few buttons on his projector and the opening scene for the movie came on.

“Henry Cavill’s ass gives me life”

“I forgot about your obsession with him” he groaned.

“I promise I won’t make any comments”

“Swear on your Yeezy's”

“I swear”

Jake smiled and relaxed against the pillows. You mirrored him sliding the pizza box closer to you. At around 30 minutes in your throat was feeling dry so you went to ask him for a can of drink but you saw his face in a different angle. He was so focused on the film that his tongue was every so slightly jutting out from his lip. His beard looked hot on is sharp jaw and you could see the scar from a play fight peeking out from the top of his beard. 

You moved forward and looked in the picnic basket hoping to see a can of coke and you did. You fished it out and sat back in your seat, loving closer to Jake. You popped it open and took a sip. A few seconds later it was taken from your hand. You followed the can as Jake took a sip.

“Hey! That was mine!” You yelled grabbing it

“Oh really?” He raised his arm higher taking the can away from you.

“Jake!”

The two of you fought over the can that you so dYou knew just how to get it back. You quickly pressed your lips to Jakes, shocking him at first but he relaxed and his arm lowered. You opened one eye to see where the can was and you grabbed it, pulling away quickly and settling back down in your spot.

“Victory is sweet,” you said sipping the can.

“You frustrate me Y/N. It’s not I should not be subjected to this torture.”

“Aw, did I huwt wittle Jake’s feewings?”

“Yeah.I’m going to tell my mum”

A cold breeze brushed your arms, causing your hairs to stand up and you skin to goosebump. 

“We should finish this off in a warmer place”

“Yeah, it’s kind of cold”

Jake slipped off his jacket and draped it on your shoulders. He took his phone out of the pocket and sent someone a text. You stood there while he packed up the food into the basket.3

“What about the stuff?”

“Lex has it. Let’s go”

Jake led you back to the car he shoved the picnic basket into the back while you sat in the passenger seat. A few moments late he sat next to oyou. The drive home was pretty quiet. The two of you soon pulled up outside your complex.

“I had a really good time today.”

“Me too. Well done Riley, I guess you earn another point.”

“See you tomorrow morning?”

“I always say no but you still show up.”

You got out of his car and headed through the doors of the apartment complex. You waved before running into your apartment and waved to him out the window. He waved back and he drove off. 

You had to admit it. The date was a living breathing cliche. But the entire situation was. He was you best friend of 9 years. He knew you like the back of his hand. He knew every insecurity, he knew every way to make you smile, your guilty pleasures, your worst fears and your hopes and dreams. He stood up for you every time someone commented on your weight or your body shape. It was like something from a book where the insecure girl thought no one loved her but the person that did was right in front of her, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Happy Thanksgiving

This story is short and sweet.  Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Two hours after Thanksgiving and Brian was still groaning. The top of his pants had been unbuttoned when he first laid into his second serving of mashed potatoes; the pant’s zipper started creeping down as his gut swelled close to bursting from his third piece of pumpkin pie.  It had been a big year for Brian’s waistline and this Thanksgiving, he had been determined to not stop eating until his belly hit the table.  He was successful. 

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[one-shot, prompt fill] get up

Title: get up

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: bad words!!1! mentions of homophobia :(

Genre:  slice of life??? idk man crack??? slight romance bc implications of thirsty phil???

Pairing/s: 2009!phan! which means phil still lives with his parents and dan looks like a fetus

Characters: amazingphil, danisnotonfire, 

Summary: prompt fill for this – ‘i’m an ikea employee and every day for the last week i’ve had to ask you to leave the store bc you keep coming in and sleeping in the beds seriously are you homeless or something i can call a shelter’ au

A/N: im sorry i was gone for so long i was having exams and panic attacks and was hijacked by another fandom and i almost threw up while typing my pbb fic on a road trip so theres that but i am here

A/N 2: i never really have original ideas for phan anymore all i ever write are prompts that make me laugh

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sentence-fragments  asked:

Olicity + talking about having kids

OH MY GOD, HANNAH, YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE AWAKE NOW I HAVE TO WRITE THINGS FUCK

“Do you ever want your own?” Felicity leaned against the wooden rail and watched Diggle push Sara in the baby swing, her tiny chubby legs kicking gleefully.

Oliver inhaled in a long, slow measure, blinking. He hadn’t expected that question.

“Not—I mean!” Felicity swore under her breath, and Oliver turned to find her hiding her eyes with a hand across her forehead. “Oh my god, that was not a buried lead, I swear, we just started doing this thing, I am not even—that isn’t what I—we are not—”

"I don’t know,” Oliver answered quietly, honestly. Felicity dropped her hand and looked up at him in surprise and curiosity. He traced her features with careful eyes. “I mean… it’s a nice idea. I like the… the thought, of being a dad, of being Digg someday. That happiness, that… family…”

For a moment so charged it locked Oliver’s voice in his throat, the whole world was Felicity’s eyes.

He blinked. “But our lives right now, I can’t see it being possible. And I can’t see this not being my life any time soon, maybe… ever.”

Felicity didn’t comment on “our lives.”

She watched his face thoughtfully, her arm moving between them to slip her hand into his, squeezing. “I get it. It’s a really pretty dream, but we don’t exactly ‘live the dream.’” She smirked wryly, and he answered, small, in kind. “And, honestly…” She winced, eyes dropping to the grass beneath her sandals. “I don’t understand kids. I didn’t understand them when I was one. And you’ve met my mom, and you’ve seen how we… how it’s hard to…” She inhaled gustily, suddenly. “Anyways. I’m not totally sure I’m cut out to be a mom? To raise a little person, to be responsible for molding an actual entire human being from the ground up. It’s kind of…”

“Terrifying,” Oliver completed on a breath.

Felicity’s head came up sharply, eyes wide. Slowly, she smiled, a soft and understanding curl. “Yeah.” She laughed, swinging their knotted hands together. “It’s a little silly, isn’t it? What we do every night, the things we face and the risks we take, but that’s way more terrifying to me.” She lowered her eyes again, this time only as far as their threaded fingers. “But a lot can go wrong in raising a kid. There’s a lot to screw up. And it’s… forever. And the damage never lets go.”

Oliver watched the afternoon breeze play in the loose strands of hair at her temples, and thought of the scars he’d carried long before the island, the ones given to him by his parents. Loneliness. Uncertainty. Expectation. Scars he carried still beneath the newer, fleshier ones, scars that still surprised him sometimes with their ability to bleed on the present.

Turning against the rail, he lifted his free hand and slid his fingers against Felicity’s cheek, cupping the side of her face as she lifted it to look at him. He leaned in and kissed her, soft and sweet, on the lips. “I know.” He leaned his forehead against hers, the bump of her glasses’ frame hard against the bridge of his nose. “But Felicity, I want to be clear on something. No matter how terrifying, or risky, or dangerous… there is nothing I wouldn’t face with you.”

She searched his eyes, her free hand coming up to curl, warm and steady, around the fingers bracing her cheek. “I know.”

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