oh baby i miss you

Volunteer

Harry sits on the ground, fanning himself as he drank his water, his eyes on the girl sitting across from him. Y/N held the child in her arms, he was no more than five months old. He could see the tears in her eyes as she held on to him, shielding him from the sun. She was singing to him, it was soft, and her voice was a disaster, but it seemed to work, and Harry liked it.

Another kid sat next to Y/N, his forehead rested on her lap as he listened to her sing. Harry had noticed how the little boy had taken a liking to her, following her around, eating with her, hanging around near her, and he thought it was cute. He wished he could be attached at the hip to Y/N without freaking her out.

“How long have you been working here?” Harry asked once the infant fell asleep.

Y/N looks away from him, “not long, when I was in high school every year I would fly out here and volunteer and when I finished medical school I knew what I wanted. I didn’t want to work in a hospital, at least not now, I wanted to come back here and help take care of them, build more homes,” she smiled at him, “did you actually want to come here or did your managers make you?”

His managers had made him, but Harry didn’t put up the fight because he didn’t want to work, it’s just the work upset him. Seeing the sick kids, the heat in Africa was insane, and the suffering he had to witness made him upset. The worst part was the kids would get attached and he knew he would have to leave soon, leave them, leave her.

“I’ve been here before,” Harry says, sipping his water, “it just upsets me.”

“I love them,” Y/N whispered, placing a kiss on the infant’s forehead and gently rubbing the back of the other child, her eyes watering, “my plan was to be here for two years, but I don’t think I can go, I don’t think I can do that to them.”

The weeks Harry had spent here he had spent them alongside Y/N, and they had gotten close. Kisses where shared, cuddles, they shared their bed at night. Harry liked Y/N, in the three years she had been here she had forgotten about One Direction, about Harry, and he was so happy to meet someone who didn’t judge him, who didn’t know him. Y/N loved spending her time with Harry, so when he asked her, no when he begged her, to come back with him she said yes, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t up root her life for a boy.

“But don’t you miss everything?” Harry asked.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, shaking her head, “they need me here Harry, I can’t leave unless I know they’re in good hands, there are hardly any doctors who will come here and live in this condition, accept the pay I get, and love these kids.”

Harry looks at his lap, “I get it,” he says, “I do.”

“I love you too,” she promised, “I do.”

Harry stands, wiping the sweat off his forehead, “I should go pack,” he whispered, ignoring her confession, “my plane leaves in the mornin’.”

And he left, leaving a heartbroken Y/N on the ground.


Harry had never been the same since that day, and people saw it. His family saw it, but he didn’t want to talk about Y/N. He didn’t want people to know about her, because that meant he had to share her, and he wasn’t ready for that.

It had been three years, Harry had now turned 26 and he was tired. He was tired of not being able to find the same thing he felt with Y/N with someone else. He was tired of not being able to think about her, he was mad. He was mad he had left without saying how he really felt, he was mad he never returned, he was mad he had lost her.

“How much did you donate again?” Nick asked as he sipped his drink, looking around the dinner.

“About eight million,” Harry says, scratching the back of his neck, “I put it under her name though.”

“You’re still hung up on that girl?” Nick asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harry rolled his eyes, grabbing a glass of wine. He wasn’t really in the mood to attend tonight’s benefit, but he had donated so much and they insisted on having him. Harry sighed, looking around the room, and then his heart stopped. He wasn’t sure if it was the wine or real life, but he could’ve sworn he saw her, Y/N.

She stands, smiling, as she talks to someone. Her hair isn’t in the usual bun or braids, but instead it’s long, longer than Harry remembered, and in curls. Her hair seemed to flow, stopping just below her chest, her smile bright, her hand gripping a glass with water in it.

“Excuse me,” Harry whispered, making his way over, “Y/N?” Harry asked, hope building inside him.

Y/N turns, her eyes widening, “Harry!” she giggled, hugging him.

Harry wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She doesn’t smell the same, she smells like coconut and vanilla, but it suites her. Harry holds her as tight as possible, remembering the feeling of her, remembering her gentle touch.

“Hi,” she smiled, pulling away, her cheeks pink, “how have you been?”

“Good, what about you? what are you doing here? Are you back for good? Where are you staying? Why-when-what?” Harry rambles, holding on her arms.

Y/N laughs, the same flutter in his stomach appears, “I’m good, I’m good,” Y/N smiled, “I moved out to LA about five months ago? I got a job at the hospital, I’m back for good yeah, I actually-“

“Mommy!” A smaller voice says, running over, the boy stands in a little suit, and Harry recognized him instantly, he was the same infant that would settle in Y/N’s arm every day.

Y/N bends down, picking him up, “what’s up love bug?” she asked, kissing his cheek.

“Ayo t-took my toy,” he frowns.

Soon enough Harry sees the same boy that would follow Y/N around appear, a truck in his hand, “Ayo,” Y/N says, her voice gentle, “please, can you just share with your brother, I promise that we will be out in one hour,” she pleads.

“Can we get ice cream? Please?” Ayo asked, his brown eyes wide and full of hope.

“If you behave,” Y/N compromises.

“Deal,” Ayo smiled.

“Okay Daniel, go sit with your brother at the table, I’ll be there soon,” Y/N smiled, kissing both of their cheeks and watching them run off.

She turns back to Harry, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “sorry about that, but what where we talking about?” she asked.

“You, I mean-and now you have-you’re a mum-and-you’re here,” Harry breathed out.

“I couldn’t leave them. The organization got a great donation and more doctors came, but I couldn’t leave my boys behind, it was a process to adopt and get them here, but it was worth it,” Y/N smiled, looking at the kids in adoration, “but what about you? I had a chance to listen to your music and it’s great Harry, the boys love it to, Sweet Creature is their favorite, knocks them right out at night.”

Harry chuckled, imagining her terrible voice singing to the two boys at night. Harry wasn’t sure if he stopped smiling, but he knew he couldn’t look away from her, “I’m good-I just-wow, I can’t believe you’re here,” Harry whispered, reaching up to cup her cheek, she blushed, but a smile remained on her lips.

“I missed you,” she says.

“Oh baby,” Harry sighed, “I missed you so much, you have no idea. Oh, Y/N, I can’t-I still can’t believe that you’re here.”

“I am,” she giggled, reaching up to grab his hand, “I’m here.”


“Woah,” Y/N says, stepping back as the kids run past her in the living room, she grips the plate tighter, trying to make sure it doesn’t fall.

“Kids be careful,” a voice yelled from the top of the stairs, it wasn’t harsh, but it was loud enough so the two kids could hear.

“Sorry daddy,” Daniel says, jumping on to the couch as he waited for Harry to come down the stairs.

Harry chuckled, grabbing the tray from Y/N and kissing her cheek. She smiled, placing a hand on her hip, “the snacks are done, the chicken is in the oven, and dessert in the fridge,” she says, as Harry sets the tray on the table.

Daniel lean over, grabbing some crackers, “save some room for when Nana comes over,” Harry says, leaning over and picking up Daniel.

“Where’s your brother?” Y/N asked, fixing Daniel’s shirt, Harry sets the four year old down on the ground.

Daniel shrugs, “playing video games,” he answered.

“I’ll get him-“

“No I will! Ayoooooo,” Daniel yelled, running up the stairs.

Harry chuckled, turning to Y/N. She leaned against the stair ways, a smile on her face as she looked back at him. It came as a shock to her, that Harry didn’t mind her having the kids, it came as a bigger shock when they started calling him daddy and Harry didn’t care. But Y/N was more than happy to have him around, and Harry was excited to have her back in his life.

“They have too much energy,” Harry chuckled, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

“I love them so much, a little too much maybe, I cried this morning when I had to drop them off at school,” Y/N stated, her hands fixing the buttons on Harry’s shirt.

Harry laughed, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ears, “it’s true,” she giggled.

“What about having one of our own?” Harry asked, his eyes hopeful, “a little me and you.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, “a third child?”

“I love them so much Y/N, but I want a little girl, one that we’ve made, and I’ll love her just as much as Daniel and Ayo.”

“We will discuss it later,” Y/N promised, kissing his cheek, “but right now your mother is waiting to be buzzed in.”

Harry watched her walk to the security pad, buzzing Anne in. He wasn’t sure how he got so lucky, but he knew he couldn’t let her go.

Watering The Plants

Part 3:

When Lance woke up and found his mama sitting on the edge of his bed he almost cried with relief.
It was a dream.
He wasn’t in space, he was home and he was safe.
“Mama?”
She smiled brushing her fingers across Lance’s face.
“Yes my baby. I’m here.
Lance choked on a sob. “Oh mama I missed you so much. I didn’t think i would ever see you again.”
“I know, but I’m here my love. I’m here and your safe and your loved.”
Lance launched himself towards her open arms wanting a hug more then anything else in the universe.
However when he went tumbling to the floor and he looked up at not his childhood bedroom and his mama but his paladin quarters, Lance realised what had happened.
After the last mission they had all been exhausted and had all gone straight to bed.
Lance had missed his last dosage and Hunk had been too tired to remind him.
Lance stared numbly at where his mama had been sitting.
It had seemed so real.
It felt like home.
He didn’t even care that tears were falling freely.
He didn’t feel sad, but a sense of overwhelming loss that only came from having someone you love suddenly taken away from you.
Lance slid to the floor, curling up in a ball and sobbing quietly.
“Shhh baby, you are loved, you are cherished, you are needed, you are not a seventh wheel.”
Lance put his hands over his ears “and you mama… your not real not matter how much I want and need you to be.”

Hours later Hunk came running into Lance’s room panicked and holding his pill bottle.
Finding his best friend crying and muttering to himself broke Hunks heart.
“I’m sorry buddy, I’m here now.” He whispered as he pulled Lance onto his lap and just sat there cuddling him until the crying stopped.

Daveed Diggs x Reader: What’d I miss?

a/n: I’m currently working on a super loooong Daveed fic and I needed a small break so I decided to write this and make it shorter. Maybe. I don’t like ending fics.

Summary: You’re in New York and Daveed is on a month visit in Oakland. And you miss him. A lot. (happy ending I promise)

Tw: angst(ends happy), long distance, smut references, depression, loneliness, anxiety

Words: 1779

Pages: 4.5


“What’s wrong y/n?” Your friend asks watching you flop around on the couch. You moan lazily and stretch out your arms.

“I miss him so much,” You whine, wanting Daveed to be right next to you holding your hand. “How am I supposed to go through two more weeks of this?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you call him?” F/n asks.

“He’s probably sleeping right now but we always talk at least once when he wakes up,” You explain, looking at the clock and seeing it’s almost noon.

“What’s the time difference?”

“He’s about 3 hours behind us so hopefully he’s up soon,” You sigh.

“Well I’ve got stuff to do today and I don’t have time to see you mope around. You wanna come with me or not?” F/n questions, standing up to leave.

“Nah, I’m good, I’ll just stay here.”

This had been the case a lot since Daveed went back to Oakland. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be coming back to New York but it was always hard for you to be away from him. It was very easy for you to get lonely though. The only thing you seemed to care about since he left were your phone calls and video chats. You would never let him know how you were feeling though becuase you wanted him to enjoy his time and not worry about you. He already knew your past and how easily you could fall into depression so you were always careful not to sound too distressed when talking with him, but you weren’t sure if you could help it this time.


“Hey Daveed,” You sigh happily, your smile evident even through the phone.

“Oh god y/n, how’s my baby girl?”

“I’m okay, I just miss you so much,” You tell him, longing to feel his body against yours. “But don’t worry about me. How are you?”

“I don’t know. All I can think about is how much I just want to feel you again.” He pauses for a brief moment before continuing. “Last night I woke up and was cold so I rolled over to wrap my arms around you, but you weren’t there. It’s always weird not waking up next to you but last night I just got really homesick.” You can hear the pain in his voice as he recalls the event.

“But you are home,” You choke out, his story being something you had experienced many times before.

“I would be if you were here.”

The line is quiet as you both stop talking momentarily. You never thought that Daveed would be struggling with this as much as you, but maybe he was. That just hurt you more. You try and stop thinking about it but it’s just too hard and you feel tears coming.

“Y/n, are you okay? You’re really quiet,” He asks, concerned. He hears sniffling and begins worrying.

“U-um, yeah, I’m okay,” You lie.

“Skype. Now.” He demands before he disconnects the call. You get incredibly anxious knowing that he would question why you were so upset, which only leads to more tears streaming down your face. Daveed’s name comes across your phone and you have no choice but to pick it up. He has a worried look on his face the moment you see him.

“Oh no baby, please talk to me,” He pleads, hating the state you’re in.

“I’m being overdramatic, I’m so sorry,” You respond, trying to clear away the water pooling in your eyes.

“Y/n, have you been taking your meds?” He questions, furrowing his eyebrows. This comment really hurt you, as you had been. It made you feel like there was something wrong with you beyond fixing. “Oh god, you stopped didn’t you? Why would you do this to yourself y/n?” He asks, shaking his head. “It hurts me too, not just you.”

You lose it at this point, letting the phone slip from your hands as you rest your head on your knees and bawl. You know he means well but it’s just not what you needed to hear. You remind yourself that nothing he could say would possibly make you feel better. The only thing that would ever help would be him by your side. You can hear the muffled sound of Daveed’s voice coming from the device below you and you know it would be wise to explain yourself.

You bend over and pick up your phone, hands shaking as you do so. Daveed is rambling on loudly and you can see he’s on the verge of tears.

“D.”

He focuses on you.

“I’m still taking my meds,” You sternly tell him although your voice doesn’t carry the confidence that you wish it did.

“I-I know, I’m just so in love with you and I can’t take it that you feel like this and I can’t fix it,” He admits, regretting being so blunt with you moments earlier.

“I love you too but you can’t fix me Daveed. Even if you being here helps, you can’t stop my brain from making me feel so worthless,” You confess to him, hoping he understands. 

“But I sure can try, can’t I?”

“Yes baby, you can,” you tell him, starting to wipe away the tears and letting a small smile drift through your previous break down.

“You’re so beautiful when you smile,” He tells you, pulling his blanket off his chest.

“Mmhmm,” You respond staring at his now very visible and muscular body.

“Y/n, I know you’re totally concentrating on my eyes right now, yeah?” He asks, laughing at your expressions.

“Aw, c’mon D, it’s not my fault you’re such a fucking tease,” You shrug, feeling no shame.

“Tease? All I’m doing is sitting here. If anyone’s a tease, It’s you,” he accuses, reaching over to the stand beside his bed and putting on his glasses.

“What? how?? I’m just sitting here being a plain mess,” You laugh, brushing some hair behind your ear.

“Exactly. I love that,” He smiles again, enjoying the rolling of your eyes and blushing of your cheeks. He has always loved sliding little compliments into your conversations to see how flustered he can get you.

“Wait,” You pause. “Did you just call me a mess?” You ask, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“Yeah, but you’re my little mess I wouldn’t want it any other way.”


Two weeks later.

Daveed walks into your shared apartment in the middle of the night. He wasn’t expecting to get home so late but there was a small delay at the airport. At least this way he could surprise you when you woke up. He had made sure to stop and pick up some flowers for you along with the countless other things he had gotten for you from Oakland.

He sets the flowers into a vase with water and kicks off his shoes. As much as he loves Cali, he missed not only you but this familiarity in general. He walks down the hall and into your room to see you sound asleep and curled up. The sight of you almost brings tears of joy to his eyes and his smile is as wide as it can get. He strips off his Oakland shirt and Jeans and crawls into bed next to you. You don’t stir and he pulls you directly to him. That moment he makes a promise to himself and decides he will never leave you again.

“I love you so fucking much y/n. God damn, I missed my baby girl. I don’t know how I went without you for so long,” He whispers into your neck, intertwining his fingers with yours. As much as he wants to savor the feeling of you against him he knows if he wants to enjoy his time with you awake tomorrow he will need some sleep.

It isn’t hard for his breathing to slow and deepen until eventually his arms become slack around your frame. He already knows he well sleep well and not wake up cold again.


The next morning.

You see the sun coming in from the outside world as you squint your eyes open. You go to roll over to check your phone but something’s stopping you. 

“DAVEED OH MY GOD YOU’RE HOME!” You scream, waking him up from a deep sleep. He looks scared momentarily until he realizes that it’s you. He doesn’t speak as grabs you and pulls you into a huge hug. You let tears of joy flow freely onto his chest as you wrap your arms around him. You both stay like this for several minutes just holding each other. He leans down and attaches his lips to yours for a long, wanting kiss. You both part and continue in your previous embrace.

“We should go do something,” Daveed whispers first, tracing circles on your back. “I know you haven’t done much since I’ve left.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” You tell him, starting to pull away.

“Then we should get ready, Yeah?”

“Yeah, we should,” you conclude, getting up to put on some clothes.

“And y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you. A lot,” he tells you, a satisfied look in his eyes.

“I love you too but Daveed, I have something to tell you,” You say nervously. “I uh, I-I was having such a hard time with you being gone becuase right before you left I-,” You stop talking, trying to figure out how to say this right. He gets up and walks over to you and grabs your hands. 

“What is it baby?” He prods, hoping you wouldn’t say that you didn’t want him anymore.

“I’m not the only baby you’re going to have,” You say quietly, immediately looking into his eyes for a reaction.

“Y-you mean you’re pregnant?” He confirms, not expecting to come home to this. “Oh my god, what did I miss??” He asks, beginning to smile brightly. You see his positive reaction and relief floods through you.

“A lot D, you missed a lot,” You tell him smiling while he embraces you.

“I have an urge to sing ‘That Would be Enough’ right now,” Daveed whispers to you, giving you one last squeeze as you chuckle at his cute comment. He moves his hands to your stomach although there is no noticeable bump yet.

“I can’t belive my baby girl is in there,” He spurts out, eyes lighting up.

“Nah, it’s a boy,” You tell him, leaning your head on his shoulder. He playfully glares at you as he lifts your head with his hand.

“Whatever it is, I’ll love them,” He smiles, closing his eyes and kissing your lips lightly.


a/n: Wow okay, I wasn’t expecting it to go there but it did holy shit. If you want a part two just send me an ask and I’ll gladly oblige becuase I really liked writing this one. I have like 3 more that are almost done but I do take requests for cast and characters. Thanks for reading!!

Paris

Request: MODEL Y/N AND HARRYS GETTING LONELY BC Y/N ALWAYS IN PARIS W HER FRIENDS FLUFF PLS LOVE YA

A/N: OMG IM BACK. I hope you guys liked this and if you did I truly would love some feed back. love you all - maddy

MASTERLIST —-> X

LEAVE REQUESTS —–> X

Y/n has been away for so long. I feel like whenever I am working or away she is off and sitting at home but whenever she has work or has to fly somewhere I am always home alone. I just miss her a lot and feel like we both haven’t had a proper time to really be with each other in months. Ever since y/n’s modeling job really got going and she got more important roles we really haven’t seen each other. 

I’ve been trying to contact her but every time we do reach each other she is always busy working and can’t talk. I just want her back home and back in my arms where she truly belongs. We have been together for so long almost 3 years and most of it we were seeing each other till 6 months ago she starting to do some modeling for teen vogue and ever seen then she as been everywhere modeling with so many different companies. 

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my favorite lyrics in The Clan Pt. 2.5: The Final Chapter

“Don’t ever be scared, just do it
It’s alright if you fail, just let it go”
- Shownu (Ready or Not)

“If you started
Don’t stop, keep going
Life is a drama, the star is you”
- I.M. (Ready or Not)

“Cause I think about you errday
I’m already addicted to you”
- I.M. (Beautiful)

“You’re so pretty, so beautiful it makes me sad
Too beautiful to handle”
- Hyungwon (Beautiful)

“Maybe maybe I’m trembling because I fell in love” - Minhyuk (Incomparable)

“No joke girl why so serious
Don’t feel too pressured
I don’t have to breathe so hug me tight
Baby you the only one for me
You know that I’m all in”
- Jooheon (Need U)

“Bullet for the night
And I got fuel for the night
I’m ready so
Let’s get ride let it wild”
- Hyungwon (Oi)

“How could you leave me baby
My baby I miss you”
 - Kihyun (Miss You)

“Oh who can dare to deny you?
Can’t even control it
You’re too pretty”
- Wonho (Calm Down)

“We gotta slow it down
Remember this time”
- I.M./Jooheon (5:14 Last Page)

//note: I can’t find the correct translations for All I Do & I’ll Be There so I decided to leave them out ;;

I Need You, Now

| Norman Reedus x Reader | Smutty, Smut, Smut | 18+ Only | NSFW |

Summary: I will say it again this man makes me trash. This is just a little fantasy I had that I needed to write out. Norman and his girlfriend (the reader) reunite at a con, after being apart for weeks. Norman has to have her now, so they race off to the basement to find a place where they can be alone. Smutty Smut ensues. Enjoy!

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You stared lovingly at your man as he smiled and posed for pictures with fans in the autograph line. You rarely got to come to the conventions with him, due to your busy work schedule, but you made an exception this weekend because it had been nearly three weeks since you two had seen each other. Between him filming all week and you travelling for your job, it didn’t make it easy on the two of you. But, you watched the fans faces light up when he held their hand or talked with them about his character or the show. You loved how much he loved being with his fans and how much he loved what he did. He was such an amazing man, spending time apart, even though painful was a small price to pay for his happiness.

Norman felt your eyes on him and he looked over at you from behind his table. He smiled sweetly when he saw you staring at him with the hazy eyed, loving smile you loved most from him, although you were impartial to almost any look your man gave you. He waved to you, winked, and then turned his attention back to his last couple of fans. He hugged the last fan and signed her picture, he turned to his handler and said something, she nodded and he stood up and quickly walked over to you, who was standing against the wall all the way on the other side of the room.

Your smile widens and your heart quicken as you watch him stride over to you. You arched your back up against the wall you leaned on, arching your hips forward, as your body reacts to him.

His happy go lucky smile darkened when he saw you arching forward toward him, his feet moved faster and soon his body was right next to yours.

You smiled brightly and threw yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and leaning your body into his.

He wraps his strong arms around you and smiles back at you, his deep blue eyes baring into your soul.

“Hey, baby…” You sigh and pull his lips into yours for a short, sweet kiss.

Before you could detach and continue talking to him he pushed his hands onto the sides of your face, slammed his tongue into your mouth, and pushed both of your bodies back into the wall behind you.

“Norman…” You moan into his mouth surprised by his actions, before allowing his tongue to take yours on a wild ride. He sucked and swirled it around at tremendous speed, he pressed his core into yours as his tongue began to fiercely work on you. He lapped his tongue around yours feverishly for another minute, before detaching his lips and staring into your eyes with pure need as he pressed his hard, clothed cock into your body.

He licked his lips and stared you down, breathing heavily; you could tell he needed to let loose inside you as he spoke, “I need you now, Y/N.” He said it matter-of-factly and he pushed his clothed cock into your core harder to emphasize his point.

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Broadway High Part One

well, @pdothamman put the brilliant idea into my head, and since i have (no) spare time, i might as well write it (p.s it’s really bad)


Veronica (Heathers): [speaking] Welcome to the beautiful Broadway High! Home to famous revolutionaries and inspiring leaders…and to sinister villains and conniving gangs. Oh fuck that, it’s not that clear cut. In order to survive this place, you need to be in a play. What’s a play? How new are you? A play is a group of students, who have at least one teacher as their mentor. Take my group- I’m not so much of a part of it though- the Heathers. Our teachers are Mr. Murphy and Mr. O’Keefe and -

Glinda (Wicked): Don’t forget us, dearie. [to the audience] We’re the more popular group. Hey, Elphie, wait up!

[Glinda runs offstage, following a green girl dressed in black]

Veronica: [sighs] She can shut up. So currently we’re in the corridor headed to the cafeteria. I’m guessing you wanna go look.

[she enters the cafeteria. Her eyes widen, and she runs out]

Veronica: Let’s not go in there- they’re dancing [she shudders]

Angelica (Hamilton): Yo V, this is my sister, Peggy. It’s her first day her.

Peggy (Hamilton): I don’t need babying!

Angelica: Oh I think you do, miss I don’t want to go downtown

Peggy: Shut up!

Veronica: Okay, okay, sure. Good luck.

[Angelica and Peggy walk off, yelling for an Eliza to find them]

Veronica: Where to next? Not the computer room, the Newsies are probably in there, not the maths classroom, I heard the Rent gang totally destroyed that place, not the music room, Les Amis have their weekly meetings in there- I know! You’ll like this-

[she opens a door, and walks in)

Alexander (Hamilton): So Thomas Jefferson, the boy who comes to school wearing a pink coat, insults me on my fashion sense? Of course I punched him my dear ‘Liza, cause he’s a fucking jerk!

Eliza (Hamilton): For god’s sake Alex, calm down, let it go- does it matter?

Alexander: Yes!

Eliza: No, it doesn’t! John, you can persuade him

John (Hamilton): Alex, babe, you have a terrible fashion sense. But so does Thomas.

[they carry on arguing]

Veronica: Didn’t expect that.

anonymous asked:

OHOHOH! Can you please do the “Welcome to fatherhood.” prompt?

For the promp #37. “Welcome to Fatherhood”, and inspired as well by this lovely gifset courtesy of @wholeperson

Sorry I’m just now getting to this, anon. I try I really do, but I’m slow. 

Also I’m southern, and the linguistics are too. Apologies in advance. 


Paternitas


 Gordon County Hospital, GA

9:23 pm

 I lean against the wall of the break room, trying to center my thoughts and calm my breathing. 15 years as an L&D nurse and cases like that one never cease to shake me up. I need a cigarette. My heart is beating out of my chest and my hands are still shaking. It’s just adrenaline, I know.  I haven’t eaten since before I left home and my sugar is in the toilet. {I need food, not a cigarette}, I think as I absent-mindedly rub the patch on my upper arm. {For the kids.} I’m doing this for the kids.  

 A debbie cake and a bottled water later, I pad down the hall to check on my patient. She’s out of surgery now, and it went well. God, just one tiny sliver of placenta can wreak so much havoc.  So much blood…. I wonder what in the hell happened to bring her in in such a state. A home birth gone wrong, maybe? No. She wasn’t even dressed in a nightgown. I guess it isn’t important now. Her poor husband looked about as frightened as I’d ever seen. I think I heard they arrived by chopper?? Not medevac, though.  Important folks, apparently.  They looked like they’d both just come from work, truth be told.  This patient assessment is going to be interesting.  

 When I get to the room the husband (? No ring I see) has exchanged his blood- saturated suit for a set of standard issue ‘dad scrubs’, and is sitting by her bed, studying mom’s face intently. He strokes a lock of hair from her face, leaning in and murmuring something unintelligible. He sits back down in the guest recliner, still holding her hand as he brings it to his lips for the most tender of kisses– once, twice. The gaze on her face is not broken. I wonder if he even blinks.

 He’s cute. Very. I shake my head at my inappropriate thought and proceed to the bedside with her chart in hand and a load of questions to ask. But I really wish I could leave them alone. 

 Flipping back through my notes at the nurse’s station I kick off my crocs and hear my toes crack. I’m only 40.. just, in fact, but tonight I’m feeling everyone of those years.  FBI….Huh. And his name is Fox? Suits him… {Jesus, Susan. Get a grip.}  This one’s clearly taken, old girl. What’s gotten into you? I need sleep, that’s it. I’m getting punch drunk already. This usually doesn’t happen til the end of my shift…

*Clearly* taken.

He never let go of her hand throughout any of the inquiries. He stroked her thumb continually with his, startling and glancing her way from time to time as if hoping she’d stir, maybe thinking she had. I’ve seen my share of jittery new dads– but this one seems, I don’t know, for lack of a better word….. spooked.  Lost. Thrust into a foreign universe and flailing. It’s clear who is his anchor here.

When I asked if he was the father (he’s listed as such on the chart, but I’m required to ask for my notes) his eyes went wide and expressionless, and he looked at her again, as if waiting for an answer.  “Yes, yes” , he repeated, nodding,  testing the words and looking at her. (Looking for permission?) I wrapped up my initial assessment, vitals strong (-ish, her BP could come up a bit), capillary refill: good.  Bowel sounds present. No distension. No hint of fever or infection. All good signs. She could be out as early as a couple of days. Dad sits quietly close by, giving me space to work but not much more than that. His knee bounces with anxiety.

I finish quietly, wash and unfasten from my clipboard the standard pamphlets and literature: birth certificate form, social security, “Getting to Know Your Baby”, “Welcome to Fatherhood”, “Mommy and Me: An Introduction to Breast Feeding”.  I hand them over with a small smile and he glances down non-committedly before placing them on the bedside table. He scoots the chair back close to her side and again strokes the same wayward lock of hair from her closed eyelids, and again, kisses her hand.  The tender expression of adoration convoluted with worry is so profound and unabashed that I find myself staring, my face growing hot, but I thankfully recover quickly and begin to go over her condition, letting him know what to expect when she wakes… she’s a fall risk…she’ll need help to the restroom….call a nurse if you need one…he nods, nods.  I hope that at least some information will give him his bearings, a comfort perhaps, but I think maybe it has no effect at all. He hears me but I get the sense he’s just waiting on her. His eyes plead with her to wake, to tell him what to do. Apparently she’s an M.D. (?! This case gets stranger and stranger…), so she should pretty well know her way around things, at least until they bring the baby in. Parenthood is tricky. No one really ever knows it all.  I think back to the birth of my first daughter. The elation, the fear, the absolutely necessity to have her at my side immediately and at all times.

He hasn’t yet asked to see his son.

Once they wheeled her in for the d&c he took off like a shot to the nursery, shouting questions of where and why over the child with fierce protectiveness but I sense it was more for her knowledge than his need. He was a sentinel, utterly at her service, unconscious as she was, but he was also her proxy in every sense of the word.

He hasn’t been back there since, though.

Baby from what I hear is fine; APGAR was a 9, nuero: solid. Good thing, too. Had his condition deteriorated we would have had to transport him to a bigger facility with a NICU. Somehow I sense that separating these 3 would prove problematic. Thankfully the nurses have been able to tending to the boy here with no trouble. Her milk is starting to come in though, and if she doesn’t wake soon I’ll need to express some for her. Engorgement is a bitch. I need to make a note to remind myself. 

 2:30 am

 Time for vitals again. They’ve wheeled the baby in I see. And now there’s a man outside their room. A broad guy, balding and with glasses, looking stern but exhausted as well. I’m assuming a friend but he looks and acts like a bodyguard. He gives me a polite nod, but a suspicious once over as I enter the room. Dad is still at his station. Wide-awake. He should sleep, if he knows what’s good for him. Ha. Real life is about to hit. Newborn induced sleep deprivation is entirely another animal.

 But, God, the way he looks at her. Utterly besotted. The intensity of his love  is all around him, a thrumming, golden aura, even as his body has begun to sway lightly in exhaustion.

 I hate to disturb them but her BP is still a bit low for my liking. We’ll need to continue pushing fluids. 

 "Hi there. Me again,” I smile apologetically. “Baby boy has joined y’all, I see?“ 

 "Yea, I uh, I wanted him to be here when she woke up.“ 

 I don’t comment that she may very well be out for the next 12 hours or so.

 "Well, the nurses fed him I’m sure, so you should have a few peaceful hours. They mostly just sleep and eat at this stage. And poop.” I chuckle, but the joke falls flat. 

 I need to make sure the baby’s nurse comes back for a diaper check. This guy isn’t ready.  I note the various monitors and change her bag. 

 "Would you like to hold him?“ That gets him to look right at me, with an unidentifiable expression.  He looks over at the bassinet, back to me and his mouth opens, but nothing comes out. He’s blinking furiously.  Bless. Indecision and panic are clear as day in his eyes. But something else, too. He looks…guilty. It’s the strangest thing. I can sense that he wants to hold the baby but feels unworthy.

 He lowers his chin to his chest, pauses and swallows. “Um…no… I… I don’t want to wake him.“  All of my maternal inclinations are screaming at me to hug this poor boy, who isn’t a boy at all. I tamp down the urge, and decide instead to turn my attention to the baby.

 I lean over the to take a glance. They’ve got the room fairly warm so he’s loosely swaddled in addition to a hospital issued t-shirt and diaper. His arms curled above his head, snoozing away. He smells of clean laundry and lavender baby shampoo. What a cutie. Just a dusting of strawberry blonde hair, long lashes of the same shade. He’s got his daddy’s chin. I watch his lips and cheeks mimicking the age-old suckling reflex. Oh heavens. I do miss this. "You won’t, don’t worry. Babies love to be held.  He might even sleep sounder that way.”

 Again he swallows. I won’t push.  

 "Y’all have a name picked out?“ I want to make friendly conversation, because I feel like this guy could use a friend, but mostly I want to leave. I feel awkward and oddly intrusive. Something about his room feels holy and sacred in a way I haven’t encountered before. And I’m trespassing.

 He blinks. As if the idea just occurred to him. "Um, no. No not yet.”

 "Well, never mind that. No hurry. He’s just precious,” I hug my clipboard to my chest and flash a nurturing southern grin, “Congratulations.“ Lord what a drawl. My accent really does get worse at night, especially deep into a shift. But I do mean that, wholeheartedly.  Oh, get ready I think. This love is like no other. 

 His eyes flit over to the baby, who’s begun to stir and whimper and then glances up at me, alarmed. I walk over and place my hand on the tiny human’s rapidly rising and falling belly, and place a firm but gentle pressure there. I lightly jiggle and ‘shhhh…’ softly. He settles instantly and resumes his slumber.

I feel dad’s eyes on me. Yes, he loves this baby. Suddenly the man’s paternal instincts are almost palpable.  And yet he holds back.  I smile over at him again, reassuringly. “See? Nothing to it, “ with a wink. No need for any hardcore parenting truths right now.

 As I gather my things and wish him a good night, tell him I’ll be back in a couple of hours to recheck her vitals but I’ll try not to wake them, in case he wants to rest his eyes for a while.  Something tells me he won’t.

He thanks me routinely and I turn to walk out. At the threshold of the door I hear the plastic of the chair crack and I turn around, wondering if he needs anything.  His attention isn’t on me, but the baby, walking over to the clear bassinet and peering over. He hasn’t touched him yet, only gazes down at the newborn with earnest curiosity that quickly blooms into boundless wonder, and finally, an expression of such heartbreaking devotion that I feel my eyes begin to burn and a lump lodges behind my throat. I freeze. He gently mimics, exactly, his movements from earlier. He strokes the baby’s face, no hair to move but along side his cherubic cheek just the same. Then places a finger in the baby’s palm, which instinctually grips his father’s outstretched digit. He leans close, so carefully close, and places an impossibly soft kiss on the tiny hand, lips trembling.

 “Hi.” He mouths.

 His face begins to crumple slightly and he gathers his entire bottom lip in his teeth, desperately trying to contain what’s so obviously a flood of emotion.

“Hi.” He says again, now a strained, high pitched whisper.

Feeling like an interloper,  I make my exit as quietly as I can and scurry down the hallway.

 The whys and how’s of their appearance at this lonely small town facility are inconsequential, really. They are just parents now. New parents. With vast, phenomenal, uncharted waters lying ahead of them. And yet, something tells me they are well equipped for such territory. Call it experience, call it optimism, call it hope, call it what you will.

{Good luck you two}, I think, walking toward my station and yearning for my shift to end so as to return to my own two sleeping babies at home. 

Fin

Beautiful Things (Tom Holland)

Originally posted by spideycentral


Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Warning: None
Summary: Tom is out of town for filming and the reader is stuck at home waiting for him until he comes home early just to see them. It’s a little short. 
Author: Dizzy
A/N: Special thanks to the anon who requested this saying, “Hi, i don’t know if you’re familiar with Tori Kelly but can you do a imagine based on her song “Beautiful Things”. Reader x Tom Holland. Please & thank you.” Beautiful Things

Masterlist Request a Prompt


You had fallen asleep on the couch when Tom had called you to tell you he was on his way home. You had fallen asleep to a movie marathon, not waiting for Tom when he had called you. You didn’t know he was even coming home. 

Tom had told you he was busy shooting for yet another week and that he wouldn’t be able to make it home as planned, when in all honesty, he was just trying to surprise you, something he was never quite good at. 

You slept soundly, images and colors swirling in your head. You sighed softly in your sleep at the sight of Tom in your dreams, the images and sounds of him talking to you, telling you about how much he missed you and wanted to be with you. 

In the midst of your sleep, you awoke to the crash of a suitcase hitting the floor and Tom cursing at himself for making the noise. You sat up, leaned against the back of the couch as excitement caused your heart to jump. 

“Tom?! You’re home!” Your squeal scared Tom for a second as you jumped off the couch and onto him. “I missed you! Oh my god, baby, I missed you so much.” 

Tom laughed and wrapped his arms around you, luckily keeping his balance as he pressed a kiss to your head. 

“I missed you too, baby girl. You don’t know how much I missed you.” He said softly, pulling away from you. 

You ran a hand through your hair in an attempt to calm the wild tangles that formed in your sleep. 

“Why didn’t you call to tell me you were coming?” You asked.

“I did call you, you just didn’t pick up.” Tom said, picking a piece of popcorn out of you hair. “And judging by the popcorn in your hair, you fell asleep watching tv.”

You blushed, glanced away fro a second before you looked back up at him. 

“Yeah,” you started sheepishly, “I was watching all our favorite movies, but it wasn’t the same without you here to say the lines along with me.”

“God, you’re adorable.” Tom said, pulling you close to his side. “I can’t believe I forgot just how adorable you are.”

“Oh, shut it, Tom. I look gross. I have popcorn in my messy hair.” You argued. 

“But you are still beautiful.” Tom said with a yawn trailing close behind his words.

You ran a hand through his hair with a smile and lead him over to the couch, pushed him down on it before settling yourself down in his lap. You kissed him passionately, your hands reaching to cup his cheeks. 

Tom smiled softly into your kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulled you close to him before tickling your sides, causing you to pull away in a fit of laughter. 

“T-tom! Stop!” You gasped. “That tickles!” 

“That’s the point!” He laughed before he stopped, allowing you to sit beside him. 

He then turned up the volume on the movie and settled himself close to you, his head in your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

It wasn’t long before he fell asleep, nestled in your lap and you fell asleep along with him, glad that he was finally home and finally in your arms. Just as you had dreamed and hoped he would be. 

He’s Home - Mark Tuan SMUT

Mark is away on tour so you decide to surprise him by picking him up at an airport in nothing but a trench coat and a pair of stilettos. 

Rating: M, or SMUT 

Word Count: 2586 

Originally posted by jinqki

Today was finally the day. Mark was coming home! Mark Tuan was your boyfriend, and you guys had been together for almost a year now, but in the short time you have spent together, you enjoyed every moment of it.

You see, everyone thought that Mark was sort of a quiet guy who was extremely introverted and shy, but that wasn’t so true. Maybe it was the language barrier, but when he was with you, Mark was a whole different person. He would never shut up and he didn’t have the innocence everyone thought that he had, especially in the bedroom. He had an extremely dirty mouth, not that you minded, but it was a definite contrast from what he appeared to be.

You thought about what you should do to surprise Mark, and thought about picking him up from the airport yourself. Suddenly a thought came to your mind and you started rummaging through your closet until you finally found it. A trench coat that wasn’t long at all, but just long enough to cover your most intimate parts. You decided to pick Mark up wearing nothing but the beige trench coat and a pair of stilettos.

You started taking off your PJs and any underwear that you had on until you stood completely naked. You put the trench coat on and loved how comfortable it felt. You walked to the shoe closet and pulled out a pair of black stilettos and slipped them on. You untied your hair and let your long hair flow freely. You knew it would drive Mark wild, and after being away from you for so long, you knew just as well that Mark was craving your touch as much as you were his.

So you left your apartment as fast as you could with the keys in your hand and drove to the airport. His flight would arrive soon, and so you parked and ran to the gate. You had your shade on because you had no doubt that fans would be there, and so you kept your glasses on. You walked into the airport unnoticed and saw all the fans. Your relationship was pretty open and the fans were pretty nice, but some people were unhappy about it and you received some death threats, but it was fine.

You pushed into the airport and one of the employees from JYP saw you, and you waved, “Ah, are you waiting for Mark?” He asked you.

You nodded and he escorted you to the front where everything was barred off so fans wouldn’t be able to push through, but once they put you at the front, they started recognizing you and began screaming and you waved and smiled at them. There were sudden flashes in your face, and people were yelling your name, but you stayed waiting for Mark. And suddenly the glass doors slid open and you saw 7 figures emerge.

Of course the first person you recognized was your boyfriend, even though your could barely see him because of the mask and the hat, but you smiled anyway and the rest of the boys said hi to you as they continued walking through, but not Mark.

Mark walked right up to you and put his arm around your shoulders and you put your arm around his waist since you were shorter than him and everyone went mad, people started screaming Mark and you whispered into his ear through all the noise, “I brought the car so we can go directly home from here.” You kissed his ear real quick and the two of you paused.

He bent down and whispered in your ear, “Oh good, because I really missed you baby. I can’t wait to go home, there’s so much I’ve been wanting to do. Those late night phone calls and skype calls were not enough for me. Also, what are you doing in those stilettos? You know what that does to me?” He growled through his mask.

“If you like the stilettos, then you’ll like what I have under this coat even more.” You told him.

He raised his eyebrows at you, “And what would that be?” He asked you.

“Nothing.” You smiled at him.

And Mark took his hat off and pulled down his mask slightly and you could see his eyes wide open and he grabbed you by the arm and you both rushed out of the airport. Fans were going crazy and you were holding on to the bottom of your coat to ensure that nothing would be revealed. Fans rapidly started following so you ran quickly, “Did you bring your car?” He asked you.

You nodded your head, “It’s on the upper level so I don’t think they’ll be able to follow us there.” The two of you kept on running and you were struggling to keep up. “Mark, I’m wearing stiletto high heels! I can’t keep going like this.” You told him.

You stopped and fans were starting to catch up, but then you removed your heels, picked up your heels in one hand, and ran for your dear life, the was until you got out on the street, “Babe you can’t go out barefoot like this. I got you.” He picked your up bridal style and ran across the parking lot, and you started laughing and tried to cover yourself.

“Wait…you aren’t even wearing underwear?!” Mark asked you shocked,

You nodded shyly while in his arms and he just laughed, “Well that motivates me to run even faster.” He said picking up speed.

You two eventually made it to the car and Mark put you down and you tossed him the keys and the two of you rushed out of there and Mark sighed with relief, “Okay, so where am I pulling over because I can’t wait to go home. I need you now.” He said pulling out of the airport while fans were still snapping pictures.

You laughed, “Nope, you’re just going to have to wait until we get home.” You leaned over and kissed him smiling.

He rolled his eyes, “You know you can be such a tease sometimes.” He told me. “Don’t tell me you have nothing on and then make me wait!” He whined.

You laughed, “It’s a short drive baby, in two exits we’ll be home! Also…” You said inching your hand towards his manhood, “I promise you that it will be worth the wait.” You smiled at him.

Mark picked up speed after and the two of you were home in no time. He started getting out of his car quickly and rushed to the door. He opened the door for you and as soon as you entered, your heels were clacking on the floor, and it made you feel like an absolute boss.

Mark shut the door quickly and pushed you up against the door flying you back and you gripped onto his arms.

His lips met yours immediately and you smiled into the kiss realizing that it had been so long since Mark has kissed you like that. “Dear God I missed you so much.” He whispered as he moved down too your chin and eventually towards your neck. “Your lips, your neck, your everything. I’m going to leave marks all over your body to make sure you remember who you belong to.” His eyes became fierce.

You smiled at the pleasure you had been receiving, “Should we move upstairs?” You asked him.

“Nope,” He whispered into your skin, “Right down here should be perfect.” He said moving back to your lips and you began laughing. Mark’s kisses were sloppy and they were especially needy, which doesn’t mean they were bad. He bit down on your lower lip hard and got a gasp out of your and slipped his tongue into your mouth and your tongues began to twist around each other’s.

Biting was something that Mark did a lot. The boy loved biting, and you would let him do anything and everything to you. This continued for a while and Mark pressed closer to you, and you felt his throbbing manhood against your thigh, and you moaned even louder. Your legs were becoming weak and your heels were still on and all you wanted to do was kick them off.

Mark began to unzip his hoodie, and for only a moment he broke the kiss to take his shirt off, but then he was back on you. Your hands began to roam his chest and you finally settled on his abs and began to trace the outline.

Mark was getting tired of things and he wanted you naked already. He began to unbutton your coat until everything was unbuttoned and the coat fell to the floor and you kicked it away. Just as you were about to kick off your shoes, Mark squeezed your butt and whispered in your ear, “Baby, the heels are so sexy, how about we fuck and you keep them on?” He suggested as he pinched your erect nipples and you let out a gasp. Unable to say anything, you just nodded and he continued to work on your breasts.

He gave one a firm squeeze and rolled one of your nipples in between your fingers. And you started moaning, “Are you moaning for me baby?” He whispered, “Let’s make it a little louder. He lowered his head towards your chest and began to suck on you, while working his hand on the other and you lost it and you were suddenly in a fit of moans and you could not control yourself.  

He took one of his hands off and you began to whimper missing his touch, but he moved his hands and traced the slit of your womanhood, and you almost could not breathe, and this was just the lightest touch. “Baby you’re so wet I barely did anything yet.” He lifted his head up off of you. He removed his finger and put it in his mouth, “Baby you taste so good.” He said to you and this time you pushed him back and on to the couch.

“It’s your turn to be satisfied Mark.” You told him. You pulled down his sweats and the mere sight of you made Mark lose his mind. You grabbed his manhood and began to jerk him off a little and you placed your lips at the tip, and that got Mark going.

You started off slow and then began to bob your head up and down alternating between fast and slow to get the most moans out of him. At one point Mark grabbed your head and pushed it down while he simultaneously thrusted into your mouth hitting the back of your throat. It made you gag, but you would be okay and usually when he did this, it meant he was close. You began to pick up speed until your felt your mouth fill up with Mark’s hot liquid and you swallowed it all and licked your lips.

Mark was panting and sweating and you wiped his mouth. He pushed you onto your back and you became why and closed your legs. Mark smirked and he spread your legs wide open and ran his thumb through your slit and tried to find your clit and began teasing.

“Baby, you don’t even understand how hungry I was. I’ve been starving for days.”

You smirked back at him, “JYP not feeding you enough?” You asked him.

He smiled, “JYP is feeding me fine, it’s you that has kept me starving all this time.” He buried his head between your legs and licked your opening like a lion drinking water after weeks of thirst and shudders ran through your body.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful.” Mark said looking up to you. “I love you so much.” He said before burying his face in between your legs again. “I’m going to make you feel so good right now.” He said.

He placed kisses in between your legs and kept licking you. His tongue flat up against you, and it searched you looking for the right spot, and then suddenly he hit it. He hit your clit and your legs were absolute jelly as he began to suck, and you were in a fit of moans.

He began to finger you simultaneously and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Baby, you taste so damn good.” He lapped you up, and you were trying to be quiet but your moans would not stop coming out, but it wasn’t enough you still needed more, you needed him. ALL of him.

“M-Mark,” you began, “I need you inside of me right now.” He lifted his head up and smiled.

“Baby, I am inside of you though.” He wriggled his finger in your sensitive spot and whispered, “You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that baby.” He whispered to you trying to go deeper inside of you.

“Mark…I w-“ He wriggled his finger more in you and you could not speak, “Mark, I wan – I want your dick inside of me.” You told him covering your face.

He took his finger outside of you and he smirked, “On all fours. Now.” He told you and you scrambled up off of the floor and Mark grabbed your arm and adjusted you. He kicked off the sweats around his ankles and stroked his manhood positioning himself.

He slapped your ass hard and you let out a gasp and Mark rubbed your womanhood and stretched you out a little bit and suddenly it was gone. You missed his touch and suddenly it was replaced as he plunged into you and you let out a gasp.

He pulled out immediately and slammed back into you once again. “I hope you know, that everything up until now was a warm up. This is where the real fun begins.”

He started off slow and he was hitting your bundle of nerves and a knot in your stomach started developing and then Mark began to pick up speed. Everything was going blurry and Mark smacked your ass again. “Tell me what you want baby.” Mark said.

“Fuck me Mark. I want you to go hard and fast, and I want you to cum inside me baby.” You said to him moaning.

“That’s a dirty mouth you have there, we’ll have to do something about that. Later though. I guess I’ll have to satisfy you first.” He said before slamming into you more and more. He tried to go deeper and deeper into you and kept slamming into you until finally it hit you.

Your orgasm. It started and you couldn’t control your brain, “Baby I know you’re at your limit but I’m not done yet so hold on for this ride.” Mark kept giving it to you and your brain wasn’t working. But your satisfaction kept going and it would not stop.

“Baby, I – I can’t anymore.” And you did something you were not anticipating. A scream ripped through you and it drove Mark to cum. His seed shot straight into you and he rode out his own orgasm. Until finally he slowed down and eventually stopped. There was sweat on his forehead and he slapped your ass one more time and bit down on your shoulder and kissed you.

You turned towards him in a hot and wet mess, “That was amazing.” You said.

“Oh baby, that was only round one.” He smirked tackling you to the ground again.

Daryl x Reader - Two become three

Just a fluffy fic about Daryl,Reader and their baby ♥

I want to thank all the people that sent me names for their daughter.
In the end I decide to follow @totalfanfreak ‘s suggestion to name the little girl after Merle Dixon.
On internet I found that the variant of Merle is Meryl so that’s the name of Daryl’s daughter.

ANON SENT A CUTE LITTLE HD TO THIS STORY THAT YOU CAN FIND HERE-> [X]

Italics are the reader’s thoughts.

WARNINGS: Just a little sexual situation but not smut, this fic is pure fluff

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL ERRORS.



“Daryl…you should take a sit”

I can read worry on Daryl’s expression while he sit on our bed.

I take a step toward him, ready to give him the news.

“You’re worrying me sunshine”.

Here goes nothing.

I take a big breathe and turn my stare to the ground, finding interest on the floor of our shared bedroom.

“I’m pregnant” I say quickly, not really sure if he understand my confession.

Lifting my head, I see Daryl surprised expression changing into a big smile, I’ve never saw him smiling like that.

“I’m gonna be a father?” his voice trembled with joy.

“Yes, you’re gonna be a father” I smile back at him.

Still sitting on the bed, he bring me into an hug while he start laying sweet kisses on my stomach.

“Daddy already loves you little bean” he murmured between kisses.

Tears of joy streams down my face, happy that he accepted the news so well.

I bury my hands into his long dark hair, while I lean down to kiss the top of his head.

Giving a long last kiss to my belly, he raise his head, noticing my tears.
“Hey sunshine, it’s okay” he said, getting up from the bed and bringing his hands on my cheeks.
“I know baby, I love you so much” I say, giving him a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I love you too sunshine, the both of you” he answered, before deepen the kiss.

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anonymous asked:

Tom, have you ever fallen in love with anyone??💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Tom: Love… Love is how i feel when Iook at her, I want to see her everyday, when we are apart my heart hurts and I can’t stop thinking about her
Tom: She is the reason i live and truely the one I love

Tom: Oh baby, I’ve missed you!
Edd: You better not be making out with your guitar in there again, Tom!

[[It’s gonna take some brains to know his real crush]]

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…but look, look at the boy squad and the girl squad at the end credits of the last episode…even is part of the boy squad!!

Originally posted by pennytlr

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Imagine Being Snowed In With Natasha

For @sailover2

“Ready to wrap up this mission Agent Romanoff?” you ask as you shove your clothes into a suitcase.

“I don’t think that’ll be possible Agent (Y/L/N),” she says and places a hand on your shoulder. You nearly shiver at the casual touch and stand up straighter. “We won’t be able to get to extraction with this weather.” You glance out the window and nearly swear at the sight. Snow is coming down hard and covering everything.

“Solid point,” you huff. “I’ll call Agent Coulson and update him.”

“No let me,” she insists and squeezes your shoulder in a comforting manner. You give a wordless nod and she saunters out. As soon as she’s gone you let out a sigh and swear under your breath.

This isn’t good, this mission was only supposed to be a few days and if it in anyway endangers your getting home for Christmas you’ll throw a fit, or your daughter will.

Angrily you toss your clothes back into the drawers and flop on your bed. Across the room sits Natasha’s bed and her drawers.

You had to share a small shitty apartment for your intel mission.

“Agent Coulson says he’ll get us out as soon as he can,” Romanoff reports and strides back into the room. “Until then he says ‘have fun.’” She casually reclines on her bed and grins at you. A grin you’ve rarely seen, a grin that makes your heart flip flop.

You’ve been crushing on Agent Romanoff a long time, how could you not she is the epitome of a flawless human being. You disregard her past as you do everyone else’s. To you it doesn’t matter where you’ve been or what you’ve done, what only matters is who you are now.

“If we’re gonna be spending down time together you have got to stop acting so professional,” she remarks and you stiffen.

You’ve always kept to yourself and never really developed a solid relationship with any of your coworkers. The high level agents all seem to be very close so when you got promoted there just didn’t seem to be room for you. However that didn’t stop you from crushing on the Black Widow from afar.

“You can start by calling me Natasha,” she suggests and you nod.

“I can do that if you call me (Y/N),” you counter, surprisingly composed.

“Deal (Y/N).”

~~~

“Tell me what is the mysterious (Y/N) all about? What are her secrets?” Natasha drawls playfully and drapes herself over the beat up couch. You try not to let yourself overthink the question or the look she’s giving you and clear your throat.

“There isn’t much to know. Unlike you and the other high level agents I don’t have a backstory or a puzzling past. I joined Shield to protect my family and that’s all,” you reply attempting to be casual.

“Hmm.”

“I just barely got promoted,” you joke sardonically and she frowns.

“You earned this promotion (Y/N). You deserve it just as much as the rest of us. Just because you weren’t brought in or you don’t have some special power doesn’t mean you are any less deserving to be a high level agent.” Her words are sincere and touching and her expression is authentic. You sigh and smile thankfully.

“Thanks Natasha, I’m glad to be here with you,” you admit and she grins.

“I wouldn’t want to be stuck here with anyone else,” she returns.

You can feel your face heat up at the remark though you know it’s only friendly.

You have to keep reminding yourself this is only friendly.

~~~

Christmas morning comes around and you’re still stuck with Natasha Romanoff in a shitty apartment. You can’t even call your daughter to top it all off.

At least Natasha and you have been getting along amazingly. You’ve really gotten to know her in the past few days.

You awake Christmas morning to a red haired spy instead of you (Y/H/C) daughter.

~~~

“Merry Christmas (Y/N)!” She pauses and frowns slightly. “That is if you celebrate Christmas.”

“I do so thank you, and Merry Christmas right back at you,” you reply and yawn. “What’s the plan today?”

“Well because it’s Christmas I pulled some strings, threatened some people, and got Shield to play purchasing any movies we want on the tv and the people next door lent me some ingredients to make an actual breakfast.”

“Nat that is wonderful! You are the best and I’ll love you till the end of time,” you hush and throws your arms around her pulling her into a hug.

It’s only a minute later do you realize what you’ve said and what you’ve done.

Before you can panic she chuckles and hugs you back.

“You know I’ve never gone from "Agent Romanoff and yes ma'am” to Nat and hugs in under two weeks before,“ she remarks and you pull away with a blush colored ok your cheeks.

"So-”

“Before you apologize I also snagged some mistletoe from the neighbors,” she confesses and holds up the plant with a sheepish look. “If I recall the rules correctly you-”

You cut her off by smashing your lips to hers on a whim. She kisses you back, much to your relief.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” you breathe out after you pull away for air.

“You’re saying I didn’t need the mistletoe? What a waste of a creative threat,” she teases and you giggle.

In that moment you have no worries or cares. It takes about five minutes for your stressors to return; you have a daughter, you’re missing Christmas with your daughter, and Natasha doesn’t know about your daughter.

~~~

You don’t get a chance to tell Natasha about (Y/D/N) and before you know it the extraction team is arriving and you’re being sent home.

~~~

“Natasha there’s something you should know about me,” you blurt out. She raises an eyebrow and eyes the taxi driver.

“Should this be a private conversation?”

“Maybe I just need to get it out there before-” you stop short upon realizing the cab is already parking in front of your home. “Before we get here.”

“What is it (Y/N)?” she inquires, a concern look is etched on her face.

“I-I-uh maybe I should just show you,” you stammer and open the cab door. As soon as you step out your little girl comes stumbling out of the house with her nanny trailing behind.

“Momma!” she cheers and runs right into your awaiting arms.

“Oh my baby girl I missed you so much! Oh I’m so sorry I missed Christmas! I love you so much,” you ramble and hold your four year old close.

“I missed you,” (Y/D/N) cries and buries her face in your neck.

“I know baby I missed you too,” you say and lean back to see her face. She’s staring right behind you at Natasha who’s gaping.

“Who’s that?” You turn around and carry your daughter closer to Natasha.

“This is Natasha, she’s my very very close friend,” you answer carefully. You don’t want to tell your daughter girlfriend in case it doesn’t last. “Natasha this is (Y/D/N) my daughter.”

Natasha pauses for a horrible second, and you dread her reaction, but then gives a wide smile.

“It’s very nice to meet you (Y/D/N),” she greets. “I’m very sorry to have kept your momma over Christmas, I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“I forgive you,” (Y/D/N) announces after a careful moment of deliberation.

“Thank you very much!” Natasha’s whole demeanor has altered for your daughter.

Your daughter starts wiggling so you let her down and she immediately starts rooting around in your luggage.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you apologize. “I need to keep (Y/D/N) so the less people that know about her the better…and I was scared.”

“It is okay, I understand (Y/N),” Natasha assures and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You do?”

“Of course, some things you keep secret to protect, I get that.”

“Are we still gonna-are we-can we?” you stutter incoherently.

“We can date yes, I’ll kiss you right now if that’s okay with you?” You glance at your daughter who’s watching with wide eyes and nod. Natasha grins and kisses you tenderly.

“Ew mom gross!” (Y/D/N) exclaims and covers her eyes. Both you and Natasha chuckle while (Y/D/N) runs in circles while making faces.

This could be really amazing.

Happy Birthday

Requested by Anon…This should’ve been done a while ago lol forgive me


April 25, 1987. The day the love of your life was born. Also today’s date, 30 years later. Jay Park, co-owner of AOMG, is your boyfriend of two years. You met at a club where he was celebrating the success of his latest song at the time. You and him kept catching each other’s eyes across the room. Eventually, he invited you to his VIP section.

After learning your name he looked you up and down obviously liking what he saw. When he reached your eyes the song had changed from an upbeat dance to Kelly Rowland’s Motivation. “Oh, I love this song,” you had said loud enough for him to hear. “Let me see you dance to it,” he smirked. The way he looked at you when he said it and the way he said it made you all the more interested. “Take me out to dinner first and maybe you can see me dance.”

So he took you to dinner one night and you were surprised with how much in common you had with him. That dinner leading to many more and eventually the best relationship you’ve ever been in.

All this time and he still never got to see you dance. Okay, back to present time, 2017. It is currently 11:57 p.m. and Jay wasn’t even paying attention to the clock, too distracted by the music playing through his headphones.

11:58

11:59

You start creeping up behind him.
12:00 A.M. April 25

You took his headphones off yelling, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAYYY!!!” He’s very surprised when he turns his chair around. He hadn’t even realized it was past 11pm. However, his shocked face turns into one of happiness because you were the first one to say it. You jumped onto his lap, kissing all over his face. “Thank you, baby. Are you my present?” He asks grinning up at you. “I am, sort of…BUT you can’t get your gift until later,” you grinned back at him making him groan and throw a tiny fit. 

 7:30 A.M. You set your alarm to wake up before him. You jumped up on the 1st ring quickly silencing it. You turn  around to make sure Jay was still asleep, which he was. After washing up you go start making breakfast. Around 9 everything was finished and you went to go wake up Jay with a plate of food. “Jay, baby, wake up,” you say while kissing his forehead. He squeezes his eyes shut and stretches and yawns. “Breakfast in bed for the birthday boy!” You say with a big grin, proud of your idea. He smiles up at you and sits up, “Thank you, babygirl, you are really the best.” You smile, “I know.“ 

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Virgins Pt. 2 (Namjoon Smut)

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Warning: Smut, sexting.

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Originally posted by daeguboy

That had happened. You had made love to Namjoon a few weeks ago, and since then, you kept doing it. He felt so good inside you. He was rough, but so soft. He was needy, but so worried. He was everything for you. But then he came with that shit of notice.

“Baby, you know if I could, I wouldn’t go. But I’ve to go. It’s just a fan meeting, a few minutes from here” he explained you for the third time.

 “If it is so close, why don’t you sleep here with me?” you whimpered, pulling him closer to you as he tried to leave and go. You knew he needed to obey, it wasn’t his fault. But come on, you had lost your virginity and you needed him to supply your necessity.

“Y/N…please…It’s just three days” he said “I’ll be back, now I gotta go. Bye, love ya” he said before kissing your lips and leaving. Shit

  The first night was terrible. You had never slept away from him, ever. The bed felt just too empty for your liking. You needed him. You almost take your phone to call him, but you stopped yourself. Stop it. It’s just the first night.  

  The next day afternoon, you were succumbing. Fuck you just needed him so badly. You could touch yourself but you knew it wasn’t enough, it could not compare to his dick. His hands… Argh! That was getting harder to deal.

Then, at night, you gave up. You needed just to talk to him, just that. You decided to message him. You looked at the clock. 10 p.m., he must be awake.

  You [10:05 p.m.]: Baby? Are you there?

You waited for him to answer. A few minutes later he answered.

 Namjoonie [10:08 p.m.]: Hey, baby. What’s up? How are you?

You smiled at the screen like a baby;

 You [10:09 p.m.]: Actually I’m not that fine

 Namjoonie [10:09 p.m.]: Why not? What happened?

 You [10:10 p.m.]: I miss you.

 Namjoonie [10:13 p.m.]: Oh baby, I miss you too, so much. But I’ll be home soon ;)

You smiled at his answer and decided to play a little.

 You [10:13 p.m.]: I miss everything about you. Your lips, your hands on me. Your dick in me.

You laid onto your bed and tightened your thighs together because of the image in your mind. The answer came a few seconds later.

 Namjoonie [10:13 p.m.]: Oh yeah? You miss my touch? You miss how my dick feels inside your pussy?

Fucking hell. You had never done this before. This dirty talk…but you liked that.

  You [10:14 p.m.]: Fuck yes I do… I miss blowing you deeply

 Namjoonie [10:14 p.m.]: Fuck…

 Namjoonie [10:14 p.m.]: If I were there, I would fuck this pretty mouth of yours so harshly you would just gag around me

Fuck…You felt your wetness soaking your panties, and unconsciously you traveled your hand down to your clit, adding a little pressure there.

 You [10:15 p.m.]: God…Namjoon I wish you were here to do it

 Namjoonie [10:15 p.m.]: Me too

 Namjoonie [10:15 p.m.]: I bet your pussy is dripping wet right now. I would lick your juices with long and deep licks; I would fuck you with my tongue so fast.

 Namjoonie [10:16 p.m.]: Would you like that? Would you like to feel my tongue inside you? I would push in one finger, and another, and another. I would finger fuck you the way I discovered you like.

Oh my God. You had already taken off your panties at the moment, rubbing and curling your fingers on your clit softly, imagining it was his fingers.

 You [10:18 p.m.]: I’m so wet for you right now Joonie, hmm… I’m touching myself right now, thinking about you. Fuck I want your dick. I want you to fuck me.

 Namjoonie [10:18 p.m.]: Do you? I would pound into you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.

 You [10:19 p.m.]: I would moan your name so many times, ah…

 Namjoonie [10:20 p.m.]: Just think, baby girl. Think about me, kissing your lips and exploring it with my tongue, while my hand massages your breast and the other rubs your clit slowly. Then, I travel down to your jaw and neck, sucking your skin so softly, making you want more. Imagine me, thrusting my clothed cock against your clothed pussy, while you move your own hips trying to gain more friction. Once our clothes would be off, I would push my dick inside you, roughly and hardly, my skin slapping against yours. Ah, baby girl. I’m so hard now.

You entered one finger inside you, pushing in and out in a fast pace.

Fuck.

You needed him so badly; you needed him to fuck you the way he was saying.

You decided to tease him, to push him a little more. You opened your legs and shyly took one pic of your dripping pussy and sent him.

 You [10:21 p.m.]: Image.jpg

  You waited for him to answer. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. When it had passed forty minutes already, you had already given up. You thought that maybe he had been called or something and prepared yourself to sleep. But then, the sound of the front door being opened made you jump.

 “Y/N?” Namjoon called from downstairs.

Wish you were here

A/N: I’m working on several of your requests. Some of them take me a little longer, but I always end up posting them, bible. So, send yours. And send feedback, hahaha

Prompt: clarissarae13 said:I love your imagines!!! I was hoping you could do one where you’re younger than chris (7+ years) and are nominated for an oscar and although you don’t go with chris, you meet him after winning? Thank you❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: None, fluff.

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I had watched Chris’s speech for about a hundred times. Winning an Oscar, for any actor or actress was the goal. I mean, not in the snotty or the final line way, but this was an incredible opportunity of accomplishment.

When he got the call from the nomination he was keeping it cool. I was screaming in the bed. Then I screamed more. Then, the whole process of congratulating him and interviews got me exhausted. Especially because our baby boy, Lucas was six months old. Even when Chris tried to be home as much as he could and made the work from home, there were moments where he had to leave. Like now.

I played the Youtube video again, he looked so handsome in his suit.

“First of all… wow. I mean, I can’t believe this is happening. I wish my beautiful wife were here to pinch me. When I was a kid and started this I daydreamt about this moment but I ignored the hard work that getting this would need. Therefore, I’d like to thank my family, for never letting me quit and for being so supportive, I couldn’t have won this without you, mom. Also, to my wife y/n, baby, you and our son are the reason I get up every day and the reason I try to be better. I love you so much. You’re my life. Thank you, God, for all the blessings. And since they’re about to cut me, thank you to all the people that somehow were part of this, people on set, coworkers, Captain America too. Thank you, good night” I sighed with a smile on my face.

My phone rung and I picked up the phone. It was him.

“Hello?”

“Hey, doll” it was funny how I could still feel chills.

“Hi, how’s my golden man?” he laughed.

“Bored. I was on the Vanity Fair party, but I got so bored without you there. I’m on my way to the hotel. I miss you so bad.” I bit my lip. I was really close to tell him, but I wasn’t going to expose myself. “How’s Lucas?”

“Asleep. Did you watch the video when he saw you winning?”

“He’s so adorable. I still think that we could’ve find a way for you to be here. I know we’ve tried to make our relationship low profile, but… I missed you”

“Oh, baby. Go and get some rest. I can’t wait to see you.“ "I wish we could celebrate appropriately…”

“Christopher Evans, are you…?” I felt the adrenaline.

“No, well…. A little bit, I just, wish you were here, that’s all. I love how we celebrate”

“Soon. I promise. Text me when you get there” I added before rushing to the bathroom to refresh myself.

“Alright, I love you”

“I love you too” I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. There was nothing in the world that could’ve stop me from celebrating.

I was wearing a golden robe everything was ready. I was going to surprise Chris in his hotel room. I had arranged everything last minute. Lucas was with his grandma, aka, Chris’s mom, until tomorrow morning. I had taken a plane a few hour ago, just to be in time. Part of the agreements that we had when we got married was keep surprising us. No matter what. And being in the good and in the bad. This was the great, and I would’ve been here to support him even if he hadn’t won.

I heard him opening the door. I grabbed the champagne and waited with my half overt bathrobe.

“What the… fuck?” he slowly spoke as he discovered the detailed and romantic room.

“Congratulations” I started to make my way towards him. His face immediately lighted up. He took away the glasses.

“You’re here” He grabbed my waist and then leaned to kiss me.

“Yeah, I heard that you wish I were here, so… here I am” he smiled.

“How did you make it happen? I thought… I don’t care, you’re here, baby. Oh, my God. I love you so much” he made me spin in the air and I felt how my bathrobe was falling. I laughed.

“Chris, stop” I tried to spoke as he laughed. I loved feeling his arms around me. In any possible way.

“Where’s Lucas?”

“With your mom. She helped me a lot”

“So… we’ve got tonight just for us?” I nodded. I felt his wet kiss in my neck.

“When I was in the plane, I was thinking, you know?”

“About?”

“All the things we’ve been through to be together. And how much each one has paid off. Even when my dad made your life hell because a dude seven years older than his princess was taking her away”

“That’s my favorite part, it was funny, though” I put my arms around his neck.

“And here we are…”

“Here we are” he added before kissing me again.


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Netflix will trip you up everytime

The other day I was talking with Ang. She asked me about drabble requests and I thought ‘I don’t know if I can do that’. So she flooded my inbox with some gif’s. If I have done OK with these then that may be what I do when I hit 1.5K followers (which I am not to terribly away from hitting!)

So with that being said, I worked on 3 of them last night… hope I did all the gif’s justice Angelina… enjoy!

This is the first of 3 drabbles…. as always if you want off or on the tag list just let me know… And leave me some feedback, let me know how I am doing as far as these GIF drabbles things go.

(I’m not totally sure if these actually count as drabbles considering their length… maybe they are more like snipets???)

Mama’s Master List

Another Thursday and the brothers were still gone. This hunt was taking just a tad longer than they had hoped. Well longer than Dean had hoped anyways. Thankfully, I wasn’t much of a wanderer. With him gone, I was perfectly content to hang out in the bunker just doing my thing.

Coming back from the kitchen with my tenth Hot Pocket today, I jumped into the bed and got bundled up under the covers. I grabbed the remote and hit play. I really did hate it when Dean was gone but I have to admit, it did give me time to do my binge watching. S2 e11 of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. started playing. I was seriously not liking the new Simmons and her new attitude!

Half way through the episode, my phone rang. I paused the show and snatched the phone up. That better be Dean, I thought to myself.

“Hello.” I said into the speaker.

“Hey sweetheart. Whatcha doing?” Dean replied.

“Oh nothing. Just sitting here. How are y’all doing?”

“Everything went good. The job is finished.”

“So are you heading home now?”

“Yep. I should be there this evening.”

“Thank goodness. I have missed you!”

“I’m sure you have. What have you eaten today?”

“I’ve had a couple of Hot Pockets. Why?”

“Step away from the Netflix, baby.”

I started laughing. I could picture the look on his face at that moment, one total exasperation.

“It’s not funny. I bet you have been binge watching the entire time I’ve been gone, huh? And you have probably gone through two boxes of those nasty things.”

“Not true,” I said, still laughing. “I did stop watching for a bit and washed a load of clothes.”

Dean started laughing too. I even heard Sam chuckle in the background.

“Ok, so you haven’t  been watching Netflix every single minute I have been gone. I gotcha.”

“Baby, don’t hate on Netflix. It keeps me from missing you too much when you are gone.”

“Really? How much do you really miss me then?”

“Oh baby. You have no idea. I miss your kisses. I miss the way those hands…”

“Hey, hey… take it off speakerphone Dean. That’s a little more than I need to know.” I heard Sam say in the background. I couldn’t help but bust out laughing.

“Well Sammy isn’t quite in the mood for us to share with him tonight. So I tell you what, get off Netflix and be prepared to show me exactly how much you miss me when I get there, ok?”

“Baby you know that is NOT a problem!”

“Ok, love you and I will see you in about two hours.”

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