perfect peas



Originally posted by wilford-warfstache

It’ll Always Be Me and You

Request: “Credence Fluff!!!! Haven’t seen Credence fics in so long, can you do it based off of “You and I” by Avant please?”

Pairing: Credence Barebone x Reader

Word Count: 2169

Warnings: SO! MUCH! FLUFF!

Originally posted by couplenotes

Oh baby
Funny how things have changed in my life now
Whether near or far I wanna be where you are

Credence held you in his arms as you both lay in your new garden. The lease had been signed and it was final. This old beautiful home surrounded by lush landscape was yours to share. You hummed contently, Credence’s long fingers dragging through your hair. The air was rich with an array of sweet scents, and your knees were still dirty from planting the new Sweet Peas in the garden.

“The Sweet Peas look perfect in that spot!” You had said, huffing with your hands on your hips.

“And you look perfect too, my Sweet Pea.” Credence smiled, giving you a tender kiss.

You smiled to yourself, closing your eyes as you relished the feeling of being so close to him. The giddiness you felt had never died down, even after being with him for nearly two years now. You knew this memory would be one that would stick out in your mind whenever you reminisced about your life.

“Can you believe how far we’ve come?” You asked, looking up at a now slightly tanned Credence. He looked so different to when you’d first met. He was alone and afraid, and it showed. And now, he was loved and cared for, and it showed.

“I can.” He responded, combing a hand through his lengthy locks. They cascaded around his face, and you made a mental note that it would soon be time to trim his hair again. “I can believe it because anything’s possible when I’m with you.”

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adorable puppy♥

Simple foods for lunch today: rice, peas, carrots, roasted mushrooms, and the frilliest lettuce ever. (Is frilliest even a word? 🙃) We wanted a quick meal so this was perfect. The peas and carrots are cooked from frozen, I just boiled them for ~10 mins. 👌 I also drizzled on some soy sauce after this photo just because the Korean part of me is craving that umami. 😜
We are considering doing a day (or two) trip to Pula or Plitvice Lakes National Park before we move to Belgrade. Have you visited either of them? If you have, let me know what you think!
I’ve been fairly productive today with lots of photo editing, planning, and organising. 😵 I also scored a new extension tube for my camera so I’ll be practising macro shots real soon. 😉
I hope you’re having a good Tuesday!

Daddy’s little workers // Jack Maynard

Word Count: 1561

Summary- Jack attempting to build a bookshelf with your kids, ultimately stressing out and failing.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; Who else is absolutely obsessed with Conor’s new Remix with Anth? {Krippy Kush

Requested; Yes, for @begoftristan

req; Hi may I have a jack Maynard imagine with 94 jacks trying to build something with the kids and it goes wrong and y/n thinks it’s hilarious and she goes and comforts him because he’s getting stressed out! 😂 I think this would be so cute 😍

94. You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.


“Honey, I’m home!” You called, entering your flat. You kicked off your shoes, and took off your coat. The weather in London was freezing and raining, even if it was August. You sighed in relief as the warmth of the flat began to thaw your frozen fingers and you frowned as you never got a reply. “Jack? Are you home?” You called, and heard a faint grunt. You furrowed your brows in confusion. What could he possibly be doing?

You put down your bag and everything you were holding on the counter. You walked around the house, confused. “Kids?” You called out, “In here, mommy!” You heard them call, in sync. Not surprising in the slightest. They were tied at the hips; nothing more you could ask for from twins. You were a bit scared, at first, at how they’d get along, especially now at the age of 3, because of being opposite genders, but they get along perfect; two peas in a pod.

You walked into the spare room that had yet to be furnished to see an absolute disaster. Jack was on the floor, there was unassembled pieces everywhere, and your kids were running around, playing tag, and you were scared they’d trip over the mess. “What on earth?!” You squealed, eyes wide as you took in the state of the room. “Jack!” You said, getting a bit upset. “I’ve almost got it, don’t worry!” Jack said, as he read through the paper he was holding. It took you a moment, but you finally realized what he was doing. He was attempting to assemble your kid’s new bookshelf for the room.

“Jack, hun, how long have you been trying to do this?” You asked, trying to hold in your laughter. “Two-ish hours.” He grumbled, flipping around the instructions page. “Why is this so hard?!” He exclaimed, throwing the paper. “Jack, I love you, but wow. You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.” You said, unable to hold in your laughter anymore. “What? Why?” Jack asked, confused. “Hun, the pieces are numbered in the order they go together.” He looked at you, disbelieving. “No they..” He paused, realizing they did in fact have numbers.

“Oh.” He said, blinking at the page. You were in hysterics, your kids probably could’ve done it on their own. You calmed yourself down. “The look on your face..” You breathed, still giggling. “It’s not that funny.” Jack grumbled, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “Oh, yes it is, Jack.” You said, smiling. “Just wait until I tell Conor.” You said, and Jack looked at you with wide eyes. “No!” He exclaimed, and it only made you laugh more. Jack was genuinely looking a bit upset, so you wiped your eyes, (which began watering from laughing so hard), and excused yourself. “I’ll make dinner, you and the kids build the bookshelf.” You went straight to the kitchen, and began cooking dinner.

You felt bad for laughing, especially since now Jack seemed a bit upset. You cooked his favorite meal as an apology, and set the table, so he didn’t have to. Just as you placed the servings on the table, Jack and the kids came out of the room, proud smiles on both your kid’s faces. “Mommy! Guess what we did!” Your son exclaimed, smiling brightly. “We helped Daddy build a bookshelf! He said we’re great helpers!” Your daughter added, hugging her dad’s leg.

You smiled at your family, and helped your kids into their seats. “Well, I’m sure all that helping worked up an appetite? Am I right?” You asked, and your kids nodded furiously. You laughed, placing their food in front of them. You took a seat in your own seat, and Jack looked at you, eyebrows raised. “Is there a reason you made what happens to be my favorite meal because you were laughing at my terrible ability to read instructions?” He asked, slyly.

You sighed. You couldn’t get anything past Jack. “Maybe..” You said, your voice giving away that it was in fact planned. Jack shook his head, but ate his food. He was quiet throughout dinner, which made you worried. You didn’t question him though, knowing he wouldn’t want to talk about it in front of your kids. So instead, you listened to the toddlers babble aimlessly to each other about who-knows-what.

As your children dismissed themselves to run off to play, you picked up all the dishes while Jack grabbed all the glasses, and you both loaded them into the dishwasher. “Are you actually upset about that bookshelf, Jack?” You asked, softly. He hadn’t spoken since before dinner. “A bit.” Jack admitted. He knew there wasn’t any point in lying to you; you knew him like the back of your hand and could read him like a book.

“Why? It’s just furniture.” You said, calmly. “It’s not just the bookshelf! I’m so useless! All I can do right is make YouTube videos!” He whined, sighing. You were quite surprised; Jack wasn’t one to usually bring himself down. “That’s not true at all, Jack. You’re an amazing DJ, I’m pretty sure Conor thinks you’re a great brother, and I’m certain that you’re a perfect father. We have two perfect kids, and it’s not like I’ve been raising them on my own, Jack. You’ve been there for them more than I have; I’m always out at work, and you take care of them. Most of the things they’ve learned is from you, and look how well they’re turning out.” You said, sliding your hand into his and rubbing your thumb gently over his knuckles.

You tugged on his hand gently, bringing him over to the couch. “Stay here, put on football or something. I’ll be back after I put the kids to bed.” You told him. He opened his mouth to argue, but you silenced him with your hand. “Stay.” You said, firmly, and he sighed in defeat, turning on the TV. You scooped up your two kids, one in each arm, and washed them up in the tub, before putting them into their pajamas.

You put them to bed quite easily; much easier than normal. You figured they were tired from being ‘daddy’s little helpers’ today, and you weren’t complaining. You absolutely loved your kids; they were your pride and joy, but it was nice to have some time, just you and Jack. “Shirt, off.” You demanded, returning to the living room. Jack looked at you, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “Oh?” He asked, cheekily. “Not a chance, Maynard. Just take it off.” He chuckled, but obeyed.

You had him turn sideways, so he could see the TV still but you were sat behind him. You began to massage his shoulders, and you could practically feel the stress wearing off of him as you rubbed his shoulders. “Thank you, Y/N.” He said, sighing in relief as he rolled his shoulders, no longer feeling tense. “No problem, Jack.” You said, smiling. “And by the way, the reason those instructions you had earlier were so hard to read, is because they were in French.”

“That actually makes so much sense.” Jack said, laughing it off. You were relieved he finally felt good enough about the situation to make jokes. You shook your head, smiling to yourself. Jack spun around, opening his arms for you to cuddle, which you gladly accepted. Jack gently twirled a lock of your hair between his fingers, while you were drawing delicate patterns and shapes on his chest. “I love you, Jack. Even if you’re not the best at following instructions.” You said, cheekily. He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “I love you too, Y/N.” “MOMMY! DADDY!” You heard the twins call, and you gave Jack a knowing look.

“I’ve got her, you’ve got him?” You asked, smirking. Jack nodded, slipping his shirt on, and lacing his fingers with yours as you walked to your children’s room. You weren’t angry, you were perfectly content. Yeah, some time off was nice, but your children were everything and you loved spending your time with them. “What’s wrong, kids?” Jack asked, walking into the room, you following suit. “We can’t sleep!” Your daughter said, frowning. “How about I read you a book?” Jack said, knowing his kids loved books; even if for them, it was just an excuse for staying up.

You watched Jack as he read until your children fell asleep resting against his chest. He gently slipped out of your son’s bed, picked up his daughter, moving her back to her bed, and tucking her in, while you tucked in your son. “Goodnight, kids.” He whispered, a look of adoration on his face as he watched their small figures rise and fall with their deep breaths, indicating they were in fact asleep. You shut off the lights and left the room quietly.

“I told you, you’re an amazing father.” You said, looking at Jack lovingly. “I guess I am, but so are you. Now come cuddle me!” He whined, opening his arms. You spent the rest of the night cuddling, falling asleep on the couch. That is, until 3am, where you once again, had to deal with the wide awake toddlers. You didn’t mind though, because they were your treasures, and you loved them with all your heart. Besides, you made Jack get it, anyways, and you slept through it.

anonymous asked:

Soo, I don't want Credence x Reader to end.. Newt can go to Porpentina's arm any time and I'd be happy 'cause Credence will be happy - you feel me Cherry?

That would be so ideal!! ♥️🌻 but who knows, life isn’t always perfect, my sweet pea

anonymous asked:

Lance saying 16! *dies*

Originally posted by howifeelwhenchrisevans

Lance Tucker is a sucker for romance. That, from the copious amounts of romantic comedies he keeps in his home, as well as the gentle and often delicate way he treats you, is obvious. Despite his hardened exterior, he’s well versed in the conventions of the rom-com, and spends much of his time with you attempting to be romantic. 

Despite his romantic personality, he’s had little in the way of his own big romantic moments. No kiss at prom, no spending the night under the stars, no sweet declaration of love. Most women called him an asshole and moved on.

So, when he arrives home after a long day to find the garden filled with flowers and candles, he’s surprised. A little shocked to say the least. Some old song from the 90s plays on an iPod and after a moment, he spots you in the middle of your small garden.

You wear a gorgeous sea blue dress that floats to the floor and makes it seem as though you’re gliding across the floor. With a gentle smile, you take him by the hand and guide him onto the grass, placing your arms around his neck.

‘I remember you telling me you never got to go to prom,’ you say softly, voice just audible above the music, ‘So I thought I’d make it romantic.’

Lance ducks his head, and when he allows himself to look up, he’s biting his lips, his cheeks tinged a deep tomato red. 

Aahh, I can’t stop blushing- no, you’re not helping at all!’ he chuckles, trying to hide the rosy quality of his cheeks. You brush them carefully with your thumbs, ensuring to keep an adoring look on your expression. 

‘You’re perfect, sweet pea,’ you tell him as you lean in for a soft kiss. 

I’ve been pretty busy the past couple of days doing all sorts of things to get ready to go back to Boston, so after I ran some errands this afternoon I made a quick pitstop at whole foods as a treat ☺️️

Garlicky kale (which is weirdly addictive and probably my favorite salad bar item they have), balsamic glazed tofu + mushrooms, a crunchy slaw, and curry cauliflower + peas 👅 the perfect late lunch!

tysiapo  asked:

Hi! I must ask you - when will be new "Obsession"? I'm in love with this series. <3 Sorry for English

Thank you so much, it means so much to me! You’re English is more than perfect, sweet pea! So my writing situation is complicated, to say the least.. Like I said, I’m really busy this month (+ October), so I really can’t promise anything, except that it will come out. In the meantime I have headcanons, aesthetics, etc, for Descendants and other fandoms coming out now! 🥀

anonymous asked:

You asked for prompts SO AU where instead of just Galra!Keith we also have Lance who was abducted so young he was raised into a top notch Galra soldier from the age of like two or something

im always a slut for evil (k)lance

Lance had grown up in purple. Purple lights, purple armor, purple aliens. It was all he knew, but hey, how could he complain?

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