I’m in the backfield barefoot and looking at the stars. As cliché as it is, it’s honestly so beautiful and moments like these make me feel so content. I wish I was able to share moments like this with my girls, but one day, I will and I honestly can’t wait for that day. But for now, it’s just me. It’s weird that we’re all under the same sky. I don’t know if they’re looking up at it the same time as me, but there is nothing more nice feeling than living at the same time as them, being here the same time as them and living in a moment where it isn’t impossible to see one another. I love you and always will.



happy new year friends! i finally found some good pictures to post, so, to start off 2017 fresh, here’s some original content and a throwback to a study date i had with one of my girls three weeks ago. ordering a croissant instead of the cafe’s waffles remains as one of last year’s biggest regrets lOl

I’m trying to convince my best friend that there are bees on the moon and she literally joined a public group chat full of bee enthusiasts asking them and they said they didn’t know. She tried asking her boyfriend and he is beginning to think they are bees on the moon too and she tried googling it and isn’t getting any answers. I am actually laughing so hard the poor soul. I am cruel.

[I'm On Fire] - Part 1

Jeffrey x Reader

[Shoutout to @theartofimagining13 for inspiring this prompt: Jeffrey picking you up from school, and the scandal when everyone who thought he was your father, finds out he’s actually your boyfriend]

A/N: okay I’m definitely scared to post LOL but I saw a lot of people wanted this prompt written so I thought I’d give it a go! This is a AU!Jeffrey, and I hope I do this prompt justice especially since so many people got pumped for it. ENJOY 💕also just a shoutout to my awesome betas for giving me the confidence to post this piece! Xoxo if you have ideas how want this to go send me some.

Tags: 18+, daddy kink, lots of smut next chapter ;)

gif by @mypapawinchester


“…Now I can tell by your faces that you’re all ready to get the hell out of here. I know, I know…it’s a Friday…and being indoors is the last thing you guys want. But before you leave, I just want to discuss your recent papers. I must say I was fairly disappointed in most of them…”

Professor Lincoln paced back and forth in front of the lecture hall, his piercing blue eyes staring down his students. “When discussing historic analysis, I don’t expect you to just give me the facts. I want more depth in these essays…make connections to our world today, and to previous things that have already happened. I know from our in-class discussions you are smarter than what you sound like on paper. With that in mind, I will now formally dismiss the class. Please, think about what I’ve said, and enjoy your weekend!”

He went behind his desk, each student trudged their way forward picking up their essays with a dismal look on their face. Many of them underestimated how tough he was by his cool personality. Standing in the back of the line, you nervously held your history book close to your chest with one hand, while fidgeting at the hem of your skirt with the other. You approached his desk, the sound of your black heeled ankle boots echoing in the now empty room.

“Ahhh…(Y/N)? Correct?” He leaned back against his chair, your essay secured between his fingers.

“Yes” You responded, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. You saw how the girls swooned in class over him, but that isn’t what is making you feel nervous at this moment. He was the head of the History department, and you knew he was a hard man to impress. All you were praying for was at least an average grade.

You saw a small smile spread across his face, as he handed you your essay. Other than a few red marks here and there, there was a massive ‘A’ written on the top right corner. “You know, for my quietest student, you definitely know how to impress with your words” He said, his accent melodic in your ear. He crossed his leg over the other, proud to see the accomplishment on your face. “I’d like to hear you speak up more in class, and I look forward to reading your work in the future”

“Thanks Professor!”, you responded. You slid the paper between your hardcover textbook, and said your goodbye before making your way out of the classroom. You were greeted by your two closest friends, Phoebe and Regina. “And how did our nerd do on her history paper?” Phoebe asked, the three of you making your way through the hallways of the building.

“Oh please, can’t you see that look on her face? Little Miss Smartass killed it, just like I knew she would” Regina wrapped her arm around your shoulder giving it a squeeze.

The three of you made it to the outdoor courtyard. The pale grey stone laced with ivy green vines surrounded you. The gargoyles protectively scanned the skies above watching the sun hide behind the marshmallow clouds, as a gust of an early autumn breeze blew past. You snuggled in your favorite knitted white sweater, inhaling the sweet scent of fall. After ordering your drinks at the coffee kiosk, the three of you found your usual spot on the wooden benches.

You spent your last four years of high school invisible. The good girl whose head was buried in her books; that was your reputation. When you first came to university last year, you were hoping for things to be different. Despite your efforts, adjusting turned out to be harder than expected. You were trying to find your place among an eclectic group of people. It wasn’t until your second semester where things finally seemed to settle into place…in more perfect ways than you could even imagine.

“Are we still going out tomorrow night?” Regina asked, taking a sip from her latte.

“As long as we don’t go to that stuffy club on Green…” You scrunched up your face in disgust, “Oh! There’s a new tapas place that just opened, how does that sound? Some delicious food, good music?” You raised your brows suggestively in their direction.

“Yes! That sounds like fun” Phoebe added on, she glanced behind you, her eyes widening as someone caught her attention. “Julian!”

Every time Julian was around, it was a constant reminder of how vulnerable you were when you first came. You fell for his pretty boy eyes, and captivating personality. He was popular, with over half the student body fawning over him…and he liked you. The combination was hard to resist at the time. He was the reason people knew your name, your brief relationship turning into a romanticized story with a number of supporters who followed it. Somewhere along the way, you realized how wrong you were for him. Even more importantly…how wrong he was for you. You earned the reputation of being the first girl to break his heart, and he never fully recovered.

“And how are my three beautiful girls today?“ He asked, sliding next to you. The charisma in his tone prompting you to roll your eyes.

“Discussing plans for tomorrow…you should definitely join if you’re free”

You noticed him quickly glance in your direction, “Sorry, I’ve got to finish up a paper. Let me tell you, whoever said final year would be a breeze, definitely lied…” He ran his fingers through his black hair, breathing out a heavy sigh. “…I’m getting old”

HA! You nearly choked on the dark roast you swallowed. You two may have agreed to remain friends, but you could see right through him. “Age is but a number” You stated with a sage tone, bringing the cup back to your lips.

His eyes lingered on your mouth, longer than you were comfortable with before changing the subject. “Whats your next class?”.

“Art History” you answered, pressing the button on your iPhone to check the time. “…which we are going to be late to if we don’t get going”. You unlocked the phone screen, swiping right to look at the message you just received.

JD: >> Mind if we cancel dinner and stay in?

>> You make staying in sound like that’s a bad thing.

JD: >> Trust me, it works out fucking perfectly on my end.

You felt your cheeks burn reading your last message. “(Y/N)? Art History, remember?” Phoebe snapped you out of your thoughts. “Right, I’m coming”, you looped your arm under the strap of your handbag, quickly swallowing the last drop of your coffee and headed towards your group.


JD: >> What’s the name of the Roman wall that bordered Britain?

>> Hadrian’s Wall?

JD: >> It doesn’t fit, there’s a goddamn ‘P’ in there that’s throwing me off.

>> Ohhh yeah they made it a bit difficult. It’s also called Picts Wall…and are you finishing the crossword puzzle without me?!

JD: >> Relax, baby. It’s not the one you and I have been working on. How much longer do you think you’ll be?

>> 20 minutes xx


“Do you think I should invite him tomorrow night?” Regina bit her bottom lip, her deep set eyes focusing on her bright phone screen.

“Go for it!” Julian egged her on, “I know Jacob, he’s a pretty great guy”

“The more the merrier” You chimed, following your group out to the parking lot. “Let’s try and shoot for 8:00 though”

“Please tell me you’re not going to be occupying your weekend time studying” Phoebe groaned.

“On the contrary, I actually have plans, so I’ll meet up with you guys right after”

“Do you need a lift home?” Julian asked, a little eager than anticipated.

You tucked a strand of hair shyly away from your face, “Uhh…no. I actually have someone picking me up”. You haven’t exactly explained to your friends that you were in a new relationship with a guy you’ve only ever fantasized about. You didn’t mean to keep it a secret, but the subject never actually came up. You weren’t exactly going to bring it up either, as you were desperately trying to avoid the aftermath. From being invisible, to becoming the student capturing the attention of almost the entire university, you still tried to keep your life personal. You knew that most people were hoping that you and Julian would get back together and rekindle your seemingly perfect relationship. This revelation was only going to start unnecessary drama.

“Oh, we can just wait then…” He continued, hoping to spend just a few seconds longer in your presence.

“Don’t worry about” Your eyes catching onto the green truck parked in the corner of the lot under a tri-colored tree. A group of girls walking past took a double take of the driver before giggling amongst themselves. “My ride is over there”

Phoebe and Regina’s eyes followed your gaze, with Regina’s jaw almost dropping on sight. “Oh my gosh! I didn’t know your dad was picking you up!” She blurted without thinking. “I must say, he’s quite the silver fox…”

“Oh wow!Yeah, he is handsome!…I thought your parents weren’t coming until next weekend? Can we say hello?”

“Hold up, that’s your dad? He isn’t anything what I expected him to be…” Julian looked at you with curiosity, the three of them staring at the older man sitting in the driver’s seat.

Your face turned fifty shades of red. This definitely is going to be a lot harder to explain. If your friends just assumed he was your dad, most likely every other person that saw him did too. “You think he’s my father?” was all could muster up in response. You watched at how simultaneously the expression on their faces changed. “Well…who else could it be?” Phoebe asked.

You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow” You innocently brushed aside her question as you waved your fingers goodbye, strutting towards the vehicle.

He had his windows rolled down, his eyes fixated on the newspaper, tapping his pencil against the steering wheel. You rested your elbow on the window, a few students who walked past eyed you as you stood by this strange gentlemen’s car. You cleared your throat, hoping to get a reaction out of him, but instead you were received with one of his slender fingers gesturing you to wait.

“Four letters, starts with ‘R’ and it means ‘excessively abundant’” His deep voice ran straight through you as he asked his question.

“Rife…” you pursed your lips, not pleased by his response.

That killer smile spread across his face, he wrote out the word before shoving his newspaper by his side. He removed his glasses, tucking them perfectly into the pocket of his leather jacket. When he finally turned face to you, he made the blood stop flowing through your veins. “You gettin’ in or what?”

“Well, it’s nice to see you finally notice me”, you teased. You made your way around the truck, stepping into the front seat. The car smelled of fresh tobacco, a sign that he tried to sneak in a quick smoke, a nervous habit he couldn’t kick. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring the bike”

“It’s at the shop right now, I’ll have to pick it up tomorrow” His eyes scanned down your body, his tongue licking his bottom lip taking notice of your dangerously short skirt. “You look good in plaid. I must say, it is giving me a few ideas…” He winked in your direction, you could see the naughty twinkle in those hazel eyes.

“Behave, Jeffrey…” You cut him off, but it didn’t stop the goosebumps from spreading all over your body. You were tempted to tease back, but noticing the crowd of people blatantly staring at the both of you, including your group of friends, was enough to stop you from doing anything. “Want to hear something funny?”

“Does it have anything to do with why the entire goddamn campus is staring at us right now?”

You responded with a cheeky giggle, feeling silly for even mentioning it to him. “My friends all thought you were my dad”

Jeff arched his brow in your direction. “Jesus…your fuckin’ kidding me, right?”. He shook his head with slight irritation, it was cute how sensitive he felt about the age gap between you two. “Does that include your idiot ex?”

“Do I detect a hint of jealousy in your tone?” You playfully taunted.

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “Jealous? You and I both know that he can’t do any of the things that I do to you…”

“Apparently you weren’t what he was expecting…daddy” You purred, completely unaware of how erotic that sounded in Jeff’s head.

“Well fuck, sweetheart. Hearing it come from you sounds a whole lot better”. A sly grin curved his mouth upward. You felt him brush his fingers on your bare thigh, his hand moving to cup the back of your neck. Without warning, he brought your carnation pink lips onto his own. He wasn’t holding back the intensity of his kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his fingers tugged around the locks of your hair. A quiet moan escaped your lips when you felt his beard tickle your soft skin. You immediately forgot your surroundings, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck bringing him closer to your body. You could feel the heat between your legs when he brushed his other hand up teasing you by resting his hand right under the hem of your skirt. He nibbled at your bottom lip, grunting in a low, husky tone as he broke the kiss.

“You’re going to stir up quite the scandal, Dr. Morgan” you spoke breathlessly, recovering from your heightened moment.

He stroked your cheek with his thumb, “Darlin’….you knew exactly what you signed up for when you decided to get involved with a man like me”. You felt his hand graze the fabric of underwear with a light touch, maintaining eye contact with you. “Let’s get the hell out of here…” he whispered, “Daddy’s got a few things he wants to take care of”

Your body pulsed with anticipation. You could sense the glares outside penetrate through the protective barrier of the car, feeling as though everyone could hear his taboo words. The excitement of what to come ran rampant through your mind. You pressed your chest up against his arm, brushing your lips past his ear. “Does that include me?” you spoke softly, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek.

He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes for the brief second your lips touched his skin. He reversed the car out of the parking lot, driving away from the plenty of jaw dropping students who surely would have a lot to say about this by Monday.


Part 2 

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Alone For The Weekend

Just something I wrote a while ago, thought I’d share it with all of you!!

Harry’s POV

My alarm went off and I realised that it was 7am. Too early to wake up on a Friday. I shut off the annoying alarm and reached over to the other side of the bed, where my wife always slept, but she wasn’t there. I panicked and spoke her name in a worried tone.

“I’m here, Harry.” Her voice came from behind me.

I rolled over onto my other side and saw her standing by the large built-in wardrobe, closing the sliding glass mirror. She was all dressed and her suitcase was up against the wall. It hit me again. My wife was leaving today. She was going to spend three days away from home, in Italy with two of her girlfriends, which left me to look after our two little girls. It wasn’t that I didn’t like spending time with my daughters. I loved it but I had never been left alone with them for longer than 24 hours. This was going to be a new experience for me. (Y/N) saw the look on my face and sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her hand over my bare forearm.

“I’ll be back on Monday morning, babe.”

“It seems like you’re going for longer than that.” I sighed.

“Harry, I’ve coped without you for months at a time, when you went on tour and when you were filming Dunkirk. I’m certain you can last for three days without me.” She said sweetly and leaned down to kiss me. I locked my arm around her neck and pulled her further down, deepening the kiss. My other arm went around her waist and I tugged her onto the bed so that we lay side-by-side. She squealed and I smiled, reconnecting our lips. I was going to be without her kisses for three days. I was going to be without her hugs for three days. The scent of her hair, the fragrance of her skin, making love to her, I wouldn’t have any of it for three whole days. Sure, I had been away from her for months but since finishing Dunkirk and my first solo album, I finally had time for my family and I had gotten used to having my wife around every day. Now, she was the one that was leaving. I didn’t want to let her go but the pressure of her hands on my chest made me release her slightly.

“If you keep kissing me like that, babe, I’ll never leave.” She murmured, burying her face in my neck. I’d love that. But she needed this holiday. The kids exhausted her, I could see it. My girl deserved a bit of fun and relaxation with her girlfriends.

“You have to go. Fae and Lara will kill me if I stop you from going on your little trip.” I said. My wife giggled and looked at me with the big eyes that I had fallen for so deeply very early on.

“Look after the girls for me, Harry.”

“I will, I promise.”

“I should say goodbye to them now. Then I’m going.”

My wife hopped off the bed and picked her handbag off the floor. She pecked my lips one last time and nuzzled her nose against mine.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).” I said, kissing her cheek warmly. She slowly pulled away and in her eyes were the first flood of tears, sparkling brightly. She held them back and took hold of the suitcase handle, opening the bedroom door. My gaze locked to hers for the final time as she blew me a kiss, closing the door, disappearing from the sight.

She was gone.

I lay on my back, in a bed that suddenly seemed too big for just me, the ceiling blank and boring. Because she was gone, everything had been leeched of colour and soul. She lit up this room, this house, this life. My life. I didn’t know how long I stayed in bed for. It must have been at least an hour and I knew that my wife was no longer in the house now, on her way to the airport with Fae and Lara. I dozed in and out of sleep, hardly getting more than 10 minutes because I couldn’t sleep without my girl in my arms. It was a bad sign. How am I going to go to sleep tonight without her? A loud voice cracked me, coming from somewhere down the hall.


I rubbed my face with my hands, sighing. It’s started already.

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I think everybody would appreciate a master list, it’s just easier isn’t it! FINALLY IT’S HERE!

The Walking Dead:

Broken Strings Part One - Part Two

Leave him the fuck alone - Negan x Reader

Hurt - Rick x Negan x Reader - Part Two

A Special Surprise - Negan Fluff

Something Fresh - Negan x Rick x Reader

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Jaebum As Your Boyfriend

A/N: request the next member for me to do :)

  • Would definitely be very flirty and smooth in the start of the relationship.
  • But when you look away he would still cringe at himself.
  • A lot of smirks.
  • Also a lot of grins where his eyes just light up and his smile honestly fills you with joy, Jaebum why are you so cute?
  • Him being extra all the time.
  • You try on a cocktail dress in the store and he’s like “WOAH!”
  • Overprotective Jaebum whenever you’re without him.
  • “Where are you?” “When are you coming home?” “Do you need me to pick you up?”
  • And you’re like “Jaebum I’m out for dinner with my girls three blocks away geez.”
  • This also means that he would never leave your side while out.
  • Would definitely lowkey hold your hand while walking.
  • Backstrokes when the two of you are stood talking to someone you met on the street.
  • Buys you a very expensive gift for your birthday like a beautiful ring or something like that.
  • “Oh my god, Jaebum. Did you really-“
  • “Don’t you like it?”
  • “Well of course I do, but it’s so-“
  • “You’re worth it, baby.”
  • A lot of ‘baby’ and occasionally ‘princess’.
  • Really, really likes kissing you.
  • And he loves taking your breath away while doing so, catching you off guard.
  • Plus he runs his fingers along your jaw, this man is a passionate one.
  • such husbaND MATERIAL.
  • Does that very cliché thing whenever you cook where he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder.
  • Cares deeply about your well-being and health and always assures you that he’s there to take care of you.
  • Would definitely want to be on top during sex.
  • Mostly because he wants to be as close to you as possible and look into your eyes.
  • The most intense eye contact no matter if it’s making love or just sex for stress relief.
  • Asks you to tell him about your day while intertwining your fingers.
  • But when you do he starts singing halfway through and suddenly he’s full on serenading you and you’re like ?¿
  • But it’s also really sweet, so you’re like awwww babe.
  • And then he wraps his arms around you and continues singing while you slow dance in the middle of the living room.
  • Lip bites. No, not to indicate anything, literally makeout sessions will include him biting your lip gently and pulling at it.
  • You would think that he’s the type to be vocal in bed since he screams a lot but this man will grit his teeth and try to hold it back, only letting out soft moans and whines at times.
  • Sweet gestures like flowers every once in a while just to make sure you know that he loves you as he doesn’t say it very often.
  • But sometimes he’s really tired and emotional and he will literally lie down on top of you with his head on your chest and tell you everything that has been bothering him lately while you stroke his hair.
  • And the conversation will end by him saying something like ‘What would I do without you?’
  • “Jaebum, I’m hungry.”
  • “But princess, I can’t cook.”
  • “Chinese then?”
  • “I’ll go get some.”
  • Jaebum always tries to cheer you up whenever you’re down, even though he doesn’t really know how to but he’s always there to hold you tight and keep your heart safe and warm.

Originally posted by leader-jb

We’re Going To The Zoo

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Words:  1000
Requested by @buckyappreciationsociety:  I love your writing. I’m a real Marvel nerd. Bucky Barnes has ruined my life and that’s fine. Would you please write a story about him, his wife and kid (s) spending the day at Coney Island? Also, please add me to your Marvel tag list. Thank you!!!  

A/N: So, instead of Coney Island, I got permission to change it to the zoo. :)

          You were getting little baggies of snacks ready in the kitchen when you heard the loud roar come from one of the bedrooms. The roar was followed a round of little giggles that made your heart soar.

           “Mommy!” your daughter, Farrah, giggled, calling out to you.

           You stopped your snack packing and went to the bedroom where your husband and two children were, “What is going on in here?” you asked.

           “Daddy’s a lion!” your other daughter, Natalie, giggled, pointing at where Bucky was squatting on the ground.

           You looked at Bucky, “Are you a lion?” you asked him.

           Instead of responding in words, Bucky roared at you, pouncing at you and throwing you onto the bed with the girls, shocking you and making you all erupt in giggles.

           “We’re going to the zoo!” Farrah, the three-year-old, squealed.

           “We are?” you asked, looking over at her.

           She nodded furiously, “Yeah!”

           “I think we have our own zoo right here,” you said, looking at Bucky, “With daddy being a lion and all.”

           Bucky growled deep in his throat, eyes narrowing at you, “You like it and you know it,” he said.

           You rolled your eyes, “If you say so.”

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Say my name

”It’s not a very long story but I used to go to my cousins’ house when I was younger to hang out and have sleep overs. Two of my three cousins are girls so we all three stayed in their room. As a guest, I was always offered the top bunk in which I humbly accepted because the bottom was next to a creepy window. My 2nd oldest cousin, but younger than me, slept on the bottom and my youngest cousin slept on the floor on a bunch of pillows and blankets because that was just our routine. 

One night, around 2am, my youngest cousin shook me awake and said that she just couldn’t stand to sleep on the floor anymore, not because it was uncomfortable but she said she didn’t want to stare into the darkness. Me being half asleep, said that she could switch with me. I had no idea what the darkness meant but I didn’t care because we had been up all night already and I wanted some sleep. 

I climbed down and helped her up. I switched out her beddings with mine then I laid my head down, not thinking about it but facing under the bed which was pitch black. I started getting really anxious and my heart was beating as fast as it could. I didn’t hear the voices calling my name until I closed my eyes so I just stared at the darkness under the bed in terror until morning came. Never slept on the floor since.”

By: @abake47