rolled out of bed and shot this

4AM DUDE

Being the child of Tony Stark wasn’t easy. Especially when he can’t stop working on his projects all night. I finally was able to fall asleep and I stayed asleep for more than an hour. It felt nice, but where I live, nice doesn’t last long.

CRASH

I shot out of bed and looked at the alarm clock sitting next to me. “4:07AM” it read.

“Dammit.” I whispered to myself. I fell back into bed, closed my eyes, and rolled over. I was just about to fall back asleep when–

BOOM

I jumped out of bed.

“What the hell did you do now, dad.” went through my head as I walked down the hallway.

POP

“Shit!” I heard him say as I opened the lab door. “Oh, hi sweetie. How did you sleep?” he asked me.

“Not the greatest.” I answered as I rolled my eyes.

“Why’s that?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I started sarcastically, “I guess it’s just a little hard to sleep when someone doesn’t leave the lab all damn night.”

“Well, I was just working on something.” he said innocently.

“Well, maybe next time you should consider that not everyone wants to be woken up at four in the morning by a- what IS that, anyway?!” I questioned.

“It’s a–” you cut him off.

“You know what? I don’t care.” I snapped. “FRIDAY, Shut down the lab for 36 hours.”

The labs lights all turned off.

“Really?” dad asked.

“Yep.”

SNAP

“Sorry,” dad spoke quietly, “I wanted Pepsi.” It fizzed and I noticed it bubbling out of the can.

“Dad?”

He stood there.

Dad?

“What?”

“Just go to bed.” I urged.

“Whatever you say, kid.”

Originally posted by kurtwellers

-Lizzie

Yet More Top Moments in American History (pt. 3)

- Alexander Hamilton pranking everyone by pretending he could commune with ghosts until it got out of hand and he had to clear it up

- John Marshall forgetting his pants

- Aaron Burr trying to sleep on a boat, only to roll off the bed every time it turned

- Thomas Jefferson answering the door to the White House in pajamas

- Dolley Madison’s favorite ice cream flavor being oyster

- John Quincy Adams locking himself out of the White House

- Alexander Hamilton forgetting the password to get back into camp after an evening courting Eliza

- The Sedition Act

- William Maclay saying that John Adams reminded him of “a monkey put in breeches”

- Aaron Burr spending 14 shillings and 6 pence on a coconut “i.e like an ass”

- Washington crossing enemy lines to return a lost dog to general Howe

- Baron Von Stueben’s pantsless flaming shot parties

- In colonial bars you could go in and buy a hose of beer for the night for what is basically a nickel

- Alexander Hamilton misspelling Pennsylvania on the US CONSTITUTION WHICH REMAINS TO THIS DAY

- Jefferson getting to France and immediately spending 200 francs on 50 bottles of Bordeaux (200 francs was the average three month earnings of the lower class)

- Jefferson giving his inaugural addresses and no one being able to hear him

- Abigail Adams having a Newfoundland puppy named Juno

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"I'll never be enough"

They warned me about Harry. How he was magnetic, how you wouldn’t know how he had you wrapped around his finger until it was much too late. Much like how the moon pulled the ocean, he pulled you right to him.

I was warned and I proceeded without caution.

And now it was too late.

I watched him roll out of my bed, running a hand through his hair before stretching. His back muscles rippled and I noticed the scratch marks etched into his skin by my own nails the night before. He turned towards me as he pulled on his jeans and when he saw I was awake he offered me a small smile. “Sorry, love. Did I wake you?”

“Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?”

“Thought you deserved to sleep in, I know you haven’t had a proper night’s sleep in a while.”

That was true, but what Harry didn’t know was that I was having trouble sleeping because he wasn’t in bed beside me. “I didn’t know you’d be leaving so early.”

“Told you I’d be going home today.”

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Request for: @girlwithtwominds

Pairing: Sister!Reader x Crowley, Reader x Dean

Word Count: 502

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You knocked on Rowena’s door before popping your head in. “Mom?”

“Come in!” She yelled and walked out of her closet, pulling you in for a hug. “How’s my favorite daughter doing?”

“Mom, I’m your only daughter.” You rolled your eyes and sat on the bed.

“Still my favorite.” She shrugged and sat down next to me. “You’re much better than Fergus anyways, always trying to kill his mother.”

You bit the inside of your lip, trying to fight off a smile. “I had a date last night.”

Rowena cheered in excitement, lightly hitting your shoulder. “With who?”

“You won’t like it.” You admitted, shyly.

“My little girl is finally dating boys I don’t approve of.” Your mom placed her hand on her heart. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. So who’s the lucky guy?”

“Dean.” You muttered quietly.

“Dean Winchester?” Rowena all but yelled at the top of her lungs.

“What?” You jumped back at the sound of your brother’s voice.

“Fergus,” Rowena said, annoyed. “What did I tell you about eavesdropping?”

“She’s dating a Winchester!” Crowley blurted out. “A bloody Winchester! And it isn’t even the smart one!”

“Now, Crow-” You began, but your mother cut you off.

“Fergus, dear.” She told you. “It’s Fergus.”

“Fergus,” You began again, this time to be cut off by Crowley.

“Mother,” Crowley sighed, holding the bridge of his nose. “Don’t bring Y/N into your petty name calling.”

“Petty name calling?” Rowena asked offended, standing up. “I named you Fergus, not Crowley. Fergus is your name.”

You stood up and slowly walked towards the door.

“Y/N!” Crowley yelled, making you stop in your tracks. “Sneaking off to another date with Dean!”

“I wanted food.” You told him.

“Let me guess, pie.” He grumbled. “No worries though, I’m not mad.”

“You’re not?” You asked, shocked at your brothers change of heart.

“No, no. Not at all. In fact, I want to help the two of you.” He slung his arm across your shoulders and snapped his fingers, making Dean appear before the three of you.

Rowena looked at the eldest Winchester and smiled in approval at you. “Good choice.”

“Y/N.” Dean stepped ever so slightly closer to you. Crowley let his arm fall back to his side as he stepped in between the two of you.

“Hello, squirrel.” Crowley gave him a disapproving smile. “I hear you’re dating my sister.”

“Yeah,” Dean looked at you and winked. “She’s a great gal.”

“If you go near my sister again I will torture you in a way that no one has ever been tortured before.” Crowley threatened. “I’ll feed you to my hellhounds and throw you in a cage with Lucifer.”

“Just ignore him, Dean.” Rowena cut in. “I approve.”

“Mother!” Crowley yelled in dismay. “Don’t encourage him. Y/N’s too good for him.”

As Crowley and Rowena argued, you slipped past your brother and grabbed Dean’s hand, pulling him out of the room and running out of the house laughing.

Safe- George Washington X Reader

so this is @boss-headcanons second and final part to their birthday gift, honestly i love them so much like you deserve an amazing day,, boss

With a gasp, you shot up from where you were laying, finally escaping the nightmare that had been tormenting you all night and you take a deep breath, feeling a few tears run down your cheeks. You lay back down, yawning, trying to. You woke up partly because of a bad dream you just had but also because something feels like it’s missing. You roll over after with the intention of rolling right into George’s arms but he isn’t there and you end up nearly falling out of the bed. You grumble a bit before realizing that you’re not missing something but someone.

You grabbed my phone, your eyes squinting to adjust to light. The digital clock read one fifty three am and you frowned, knowing that George was going to end up passing out at his desk at this rate. You quietly went out of your shared bedroom with him and made your way to his study, where you found him sitting over his desks, only the desk light turned on. You turned the main light on, knowing that he was probably stressing his eyes by just using the desk light.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, not turning around to look at you.

“George come back to sleep.” You whispered, looking at him hunched over some papers at his desk. He didn’t turn when he heard your voice but he grunted in reply. You stared at him while you walked closer to him. “George?”

He turned around and he looked at you, exhausted.

“Yes, dove?”

“It’s late, George.”

“I know.” He responded before turning back to his work and crossing something out before frowning. He pulled out a different paper from underneath the one he was working on and started scribbling words down.

“It’s nearly two am.” You told him and he dropped the pen he was writing with, standing up from his chair.

“It is late.” He repeated slowly and he looked at you shyly before kissing your forehead. He backed away before rubbing his eyes. “You should go to bed. I don’t want you to be tired in the morning.” He said before making the movement to sit back down.

“Please?” You mumbled and he hesitated before pushing his chair in. He turned back towards you and he smiled softly.

“Okay.” He hugged you gently, and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“That worked?”

“Just say the word and I’m yours. You already have my heart, dear.” He smiled, caressing your cheek.

“And you have mine.”

“Are you wearing my shirt?” He asked, looking down at what you are wearing.

“It’s very big on me and it smells like you.” You stated, blushing a bit. He smiled although he was most definetly blushing as well.

“It looks good on you.” He mumbled and he turned the desk light off before making his way over to he main light and turning that off as well. He grabbed your hand and he led you back to your bedroom.

“I had a nightmare.” You whispered, not sure whether or not you wanted him to hear you. His eyes met yours and he let go of your hand, hugging you tightly.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“That’s fine… but I’ll protect you from the bad dreams, okay? I’m hear now and I’m ready to fight all of them.”

“I don’t think-”

“All of them.” He repeated and you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“You may be joking but I do feel safer when you are laying with me.” You admitted shyly.

“I’m not joking, dove. I will keep you safe, I promise.” He said and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before changing into his pajamas. You jumped back into bed and he joined you, putting an arm over you and bringing you closer to him. Your head is in the crook of his neck and he is whisper-singing a song wincing whenever his voice cracks. He keeps on singing despite this and you close your eyes, focusing on his voice.

“You should sing more often.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Huh?”

“I love it.”

Drunk Argumentes - Grayson

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Masterlist

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It had to be about four in the morning and only just know was I hearing the door opening. I was behind mad at this point. I was pissed. Not only because he is probably drunk. But also because he fucking skipped our anniversary even though I threw so many hints at him to get drunk.

I got up from our shared bed and walked towards the door with my arms crossed watching him as he was stumbling around. He heard the floor creek under my feet and shot his head up and looked at me. “Hey babe.” He said laughing before coughing. I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t ‘Hey babe’ me.” I said with some sass. “What’s up your vagina.” He chuckled going towards me a bit. “Nothing besides you going out to get drunk instead of spending our anniversary together.” I said calmly even though I wanted to kill him right now.

“Our anniversary isn’t today bitch.” He spat at me. I was taken back at that he just called me a bitch. He said it before but in a joking way but now I somewhat filed like he meant it. “Your a fucking idiot Grayson we got married three years ago on the 6th! Not the fucking 7th or fucking 8th!” I yelled losing my calmness.

I saw him pick his hand up deciding whether not to hit me or not. “Go on then Grayson hit me! You won’t lay a finger on me.” I yelled/screamed. I was wrong though. His hand collided with my face and I fell to the ground from how hard it was. I looked up at him with tears forming in my eyes. But he still stood there. His stone cold eyes still the same since he came home.

“What the fuck! Why did you hit me!” I yelled slowly getting back up. “Because your fucking yelling cunt!” He yelled back at me. “I’m sorry but I have the right to be mad and scream!” I yelled at him. “No you fucking don’t Y/n! Our anniversary is fucking tomorrow bitch!” He yelled pushing me onto the ground and kicking me.

“Some kind of husband you are.” I mumbled crying. “What was that bitch?” Grayson asked picking me up from the hair. “Grayson stop your hurting me!” I whined. He rolled his eyes. “Go get me a drink bitch!” He spat at me. Letting go of my hair dropping me on the floor once again. “I’m not your bitch!” I screamed running away from him into the bathroom and closing/locking the door behind me and fell down crying against it.

I fell asleep there on the cold bathroom floor after hours of just crying and banging on the door. My body was in pain from the amount of pain Grayson had caused me. 

“Y/n open the damn door!” Grayson yelled on the other side. But I ignored him and sat still crying into my bare legs that had bruises starting to form. “Stop being bitch Y/n! Open the damn door!” I still didn’t budge at his yells.

The next morning ~~~

There was a knock on the bathroom door that woke me and the voice that hurt me last night. “Y/n baby are you in there?” His voice soften and sweeten from last night. I didn’t say anything though. “Baby can I come in?” He then asked. But I still didn’t move. He let out a sigh and left.

I still laid on the floor though. But I knew Grayson was going to find a way in. He always does. I heard that he came back from the jiggling of the door and it opening. “Shit.” He mumbled knowing he caused this. I didn’t look at his face though. “Baby I am so so so so so sorry with all of my heart. Oh my gosh baby. Please please please talk to me.” He said with some cracks in his voice.

I still didn’t move. I saw him come over and hop in the tub with me where I was laying and wrapped his arms around me. “Baby I’m so sorry i’ll make it up to you. I promise and I promise to never get drunk or even hurt you again.” He said. I looked up at him and saw he was crying. I laid my head against his chest and wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer.

Confidence

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words: 898

-The reader is confident and shows off her body in the privacy of her and Dean’s room. But is much different in public. Dean wants to know why-

Warning: insecurities about body

A/N: If you want tagged in something, let me know.


You were lying across the bed just looking at random things on your laptop when you heard Dean walk into the room. He let out a low whistle, “Baby, that is a sight I love to see,” he said, eyes raking over you.

           You rolled your eyes. You were lying there in a pair of short shorts and one of his t-shirts, “You’ve seen it all before,” you said.

           “Doesn’t mean I don’t like to see it all the time,” he pointed out, walking over to sit on the bed with you, “I don’t think I could ever get tired of seeing you.”

           “Well, thank you.”

           Dean put his hand on your calf, “I was thinking about ordering in a pizza or something. You want something?”

           You nodded, “Always want pizza.”

           Dean chuckled, “That’s my girl.”

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Tired- Remus Lupin Imagine

Summary: A little bit of sleepy Remus almost-smut, set just after the marauder’s time at Hogwarts.

Warning: almost-smut of questionable quality 

A/N: I started this with every intention of going all the way, but I’ve been working on this for 5+ months, so I have admit defeat. 

Remus had rolled out of bed early that morning, having to get ready to go to work. You knew he didn’t enjoy working long shifts at the Three Broomsticks, but unfortunately the two of you needed the money.

You, however had a rare day off. Apart from planning to drop into the Order headquarters to see if anything needed doing later on, you had the day free to spend how you wished. You were just building up the motivation to follow your boyfriend out of the bedroom and see if he wanted breakfast, but he returned with his hair fixed and his work clothes on. He leaned over you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, murmuring a quick “get some more rest, love.” before he was out the door and on his way. You sighed, hoping for his sake that the day wouldn’t be too hard on him. Before you could think of anything else, your eyelids drooped and you were asleep again. 

Once you had woken up for good, it was half past nine in the morning. You got ready for the day and tidied up the flat a bit before you apparated to the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, but there wasn’t anything for you to do. With no other choices, you apparated back to yours and Remus’ flat to keep house.

You heard Remus’ key in the door at around 5 in the evening, prompting you to drop the spoon you were stirring dinner with and rush down the hallway to greet him, waving your wand over your shoulder to turn down the heat on the stove as an afterthought. He was in the process of slowly removing his coat once you reached him. He gave you a tired smile, allowing you to peck his cheek and take his coat to the bedroom for him. 

When you returned, you found him sitting in the armchair with his head tilted back against it. You coo sympathetically and kiss his forehead. 
“Do you want some tea?” you offered, hating how worn out he was.
“Mmm, that sounds amazing”
You hurried off to put the kettle on to boil, and checked to make sure dinner wasn’t burning before going back to Remus. Once he saw you he stretched his arms out for a hug, which you gladly gave him, sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. He sniffed the air curiously. 
“You making dinner?” he murmured, softly stroking his fingers up and down your thigh. You nodded, earning a grateful groan and a kiss on the corner of your mouth from him. You combed your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck, smiling at him.
“What did I do to deserve you?” he mumbles, brushing his thumb over your jaw. You laugh and bite your lip at his cheesy remark. 

You readjusted yourself so you were straddling him, his hands immediately moving to your hips, squeezing gently and shooting you a lazy smile. You undid the top two buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves in an effort to make him more comfortable. He grinned appreciatively and leaned up to press a slow kiss to your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. You coax his mouth open with your own, moving your hands to caress his jaw. He traced his tongue across your bottom lip, his movements slow and lazy. Suddenly, Remus leaned back against the armchair, making you tip forward with a small yelp. He huffs out a laugh and leaves a trail of kisses down your neck as a form of an apology. You slowly unbutton more of his shirt, taking time to softly run your fingertips over his scarred skin. He follows your lead and slides your skirt further up your thighs, letting his hands rest on your bum, squeezing gently. He presses a warm, open-mouthed kiss to your collarbone, making your breath hitch. You slide your hands back up his chest and push his now unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, before placing a trail of kisses leading from his jaw down to his chest. Remus moves his hands off your bum to slowly push your top further up your back. You lean back onto his thighs and pull your top over your head, dropping it onto the floor. You hear him murmur a soft “beautiful” before he dips his head down to press more open-mouthed kisses to your now exposed chest. He reaches around you and unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the ground, before continuing kissing down your sternum. You shuffle forward so you are closer to him and feel his growing length against your thigh. Remus trails his fingers over your body until he reaches your thighs, before sliding his hands back up and under your skirt. You inhale sharply when you feel his index finger rub against your clothed clit.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N.” He says softly,moving your panties aside and dipping his finger into you before returning to your clit.
“You’re not too bad yourself, Remus” You say breathily, tipping your head back slightly and closing your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers against your clit and is tongue against your breasts. He moves one hand around to your back, unzipping your skirt and letting it slip down your legs before you kick it of the rest of the way. You return to straddling him, slowly unbuckling his belt, biting down on your lip. He smiles before pulling you into a slow and passionate kiss. You push his pants down as far as you can and palm him over his boxers. You smirk when you hear his breath hitch and dip your fingers below the waistband teasingly, tracing your fingernails softly along his skin. 

“Come on, Y/N,” He sighs, grinning. “Stop teasing.” You obey and push his boxers down his thighs. 

Loner 4.0

This may or may not be the last of this story. But for now, it is.

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Merry Christmas Eve! Please enjoy this Bechloe Christmas fluff as a present from me to you! Happy Christmas everyone!

Chloe rolled over in bed and instinctively reached out for Beca. It wasn’t until her hand brushed against the empty sheets that she woke up.

The tiny brunette wasn’t there.

She looked at their alarm clock and it read 6:30am.

Merry Christmas, she thought.

She assumed Beca had just gone to the bathroom, so she closed her eyes again. Waiting for the inevitable moment when their six year old daughter would come bursting in, demanding that everyone wake up because didn’t they know it was Christmas?

Beca would grumble and roll over and pretend to go back to sleep. She would fake snore as Katy climbed over her. Her eyes would stay closed as Katy shook her and shouted “Mommy wake uuuuuuuuuup!” In her ear.

It was almost a tradition now.

Chloe would then say “maybe if we made your Mom some coffee, she’d get up.” And Beca would open a single eye. The they’d all make their way to the kitchen, and Beca would act like a zombie until her first sip of coffee.

Chloe had to admit, Beca was always committed to her role.

Time ticked on, and Beca still hadn’t returned to bed, and Katy hadn’t yet burst in.

Chloe might have been worried, but she’d had a feeling her wife and daughter had been planning something.

There had been a lot of knowing looks and not so sneaky winks between them over the last few days.

Not that that was unusual behaviour. Katy was practically a mini Beca. Same dark hair, same eyes, same grumpy pout. She had even started raising her eyebrows and, thankfully it had only happened once to a stranger, rolling her eyes when someone said something obvious or cringe-worthy.

“My, my, don’t you look just like your mom!” The kind old lady at the supermarket had said.

Cue eye-roll from Katy and a laugh that quickly turned into a cough from Beca.

The two were practically inseparable. Always making each other laugh, always playing games, always conspiring about something. But Chloe never felt left out. In fact, she loved watching their bond. Katy brought out Beca’s goofy and playful side that had been hidden beneath layers of sarcasm and scowling. And it wasn’t that Beca was a pushover either. She would lay down the law just as well, and just as often, as Chloe had to. She was a pro at using Katy’s full name when she’d done something wrong.

“Katherine Lucy Mitchell, why are your vegetables all over the floor?”

It was almost 7am now, and Chloe was wondering how much longer she’d have to pretend to be sleeping.

Then she heard the muffled voices outside of the door.

“Mommy I wanna hold the tray.” That was Katy.

“Why don’t you just let me carry it, and you can hold the gift?” Beca.

“Because I want to hold both!” Katy.

“Yes but you only have tiny arms! You’re going to drop something.”

“You have tiny arms too!”

“Okay, well that felt unnecessary.”

Katy was giggling.

“Here, put the gift on top… okay… now hold it by the handles.”

“I know how to hold it.”

“Okay and now look cute.”

“Like this?”

“You’ll have to be way cuter than that.”

Katy giggled again.

“Mommy!”

“Okay, that’s cute enough.”

“Can I go in?”

“Let me knock first. Mommy might be changing.”

“She’s still asleep.”

Beca knew Chloe will have heard them. She knew Chloe had probably been awake for a little while, waiting for them. But she still gave a light knock on the door.

Chloe smiled and closed her eyes as Beca turned the handle.

“Merry Christmas!” They said together.

Chloe opened her eyes and sat up in bed, smiling as her two favourite people in the whole world stood in the doorway.

Both were still in there Christmas pyjamas. Both had messy brown hair and both had matching grins.

“Merry Christmas,” Chloe said. “What’s all this?”

“I made you breakfast!” Katy said, handing Chloe the tray.

Beca cleared her through. Katy rolled her eyes.

“Okay,” she said, “we made you breakfast.”

Beca put the coffee cup on Chloe’s bedside table, and climbed onto her side of the bed. She gave her wife a quick kiss on the side of the head.

Katy climbed in between them, cuddling up to Chloe.

“I get a present before breakfast? I though that was against the rules?” Chloe asked.

“Well that’s why you have breakfast in bed, silly,” Beca said.

“You have to eat some toast first and then you can open it,” Katy said, helping herself to half of one of Chloe’s slices.

“Why do I have to open it early?” Chloe asked, as Beca also took half a slice.

“Because it’s special,” Katy said.

So Chloe ate the rest of her toast, deliberately taking her time, slowly chewing each mouthful, as Katy and Beca watched impatiently.

Finally, she picked up the small box from the corner of the tray and unwrapped it. It took longer than it should have. Beca always used too much sellotape. Inside the box was a simple silver locket.

Chloe opened it. It was big enough that the two photographs inside were easy to see.

On one side was a picture of Katy as a tiny baby. On the other was a picture of all three of them.

It was a picture Chloe hadn’t seen before and must have only been taken a few months ago. She recognised the outfit Katy was wearing a realised it was from Katy’s Birthday party. Aubrey or Stacie or maybe one of the other Bellas had taken it. Chloe was looking down at Katy who was grinning, somehow sitting on both hers and Beca’s laps. She was looking up at Chloe, laughing at a joke she must have just told. Beca was looking at Chloe, with nothing but love in her eyes.

“Do you like it?” Beca asked, almost nervously. Probably because Chloe hadn’t spoken yet.

“I love it,” she said, her voice soft and quiet. “It’s perfect.”

No, Chloe wasn’t jealous of their bond, she thought as she watched Beca begin preparing the Christmas dinner. Katy had climbed into lap and was showing her a toy that Santa had brought.

Beca looked over and smiled.

She couldn’t be jealous.

Because these girls, her girls, loved her.

And that was all she needed.

Nightmare Pillow Talk

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Bucky X Reader

Summary:  One Shot - Bucky wakes up from a nightmare, you comfort him.

Word Count: 900

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Story can also be read here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9243911


The familiar sound of electronic plates whirling as they re-calibrated and shifted woke you. Rolling over you notice Bucky sitting on the edge of the bed, staring intently at the floor. Sliding across the bed, you were careful not to startle him. You placed a gentle kiss where the metal of his shoulder met flesh, molding your chest around his back you wrapped an arm around his side and splayed out your hand across his chest, your chin softly rested on his shoulder.

“Nightmares?” You questioned softly.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he replied bringing his warm flesh hand to grab yours. “You looked so peaceful, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay” you murmured sleepily.

You knew better than to pry if he wanted to talk about the dream he would when he was ready.

“Come on, I’ll make us some tea.” You said placing another kiss on his shoulder.

You went to pull yourself off him when his hand tightened on yours. “Wait,” he whispered.

You looked at him puzzled as he turned to face you.

“I just,” he hesitated. “I just need you touching me,” He pleaded.

The brokenness of his voices felt like a stab in the gut.

“Oh, Buck. Come here.” You replied softly.

He only acted this way after a nightmare when it somehow revolved around losing you in some way. You leaned back against the head board and opened your arms, signaling for him to come lay down. His head rested against your chest in line with your heart. Often times after nightmares, hard missions or when he was having a bad day he would find the sound of your heart beat relaxing. At one time, he had told you it was the only thing that grounded him.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t worried. Running your fingers through his hair you could tell he was more on edge than normal. His heart rate was still high, muscles tense and he was drenched in sweat.

“Buck, I’m not going anywhere ever. I promise,” You whispered reassuringly.

His arms tightened around as he nuzzled closer to you.

“James Buchanan Barnes, I mean it.”

He let out a heavy breath as if a weight had been lifted from him. “They took you.” He muttered.

“Who took me?”

“Hydra, I wouldn’t comply so they took you and threatened to kill you if I didn’t obey.”

“Oh, baby that’ll never happen,” You urged tightening your grip on his flesh arm.

“I was so scared.” He breathed.

“We live in Tony’s most secure compound and I train with Steven, Nat and you so often. They’ll never take me.”

“But it could.” He mumbled.

“Buck, look at me.”

He raised his head, his steely blue eyes looking deep into your own. Your hand came to rest on his cheek.

“We are safe – both of us. Everything is going to be alright. They can’t control you anymore. The King and Tony worked hard to make sure they’d never be able to control you again. You are a free man.”

Bucky closed his eyes and leaned into your hand.

You placed a kiss to his forehead, “Now, let’s go have some tea. Then I can get you back in bed.”

A smile spread across his face for the first time since you’d woke up. You quickly realized the implications of what had just come out meant.  You had a terrible habit of saying inappropriate things without realizing.

He held out a hand to help you down off the bed.

You pulled on your silk mid-thigh bathrobe at the foot of the bed. “Sergeant, you’ve got a mighty big grin plastered on your face.” You said noticing the growing smirk on his face.

He turned to face you, his hand still resting on the door knob. His sweat pants hung low on his hips, accentuating his v-shaped abdomen. It was something you had seen a hundred times by now, but still had a way of making you blush. Your eyes caught a glimpse of a bead of sweat the dripped from his neckline down his chest – you followed it with your eyes.

“Like what you see, doll?” Bucky questioned with a smirk drawing your attention back to his face.

Stepping up to him you placed your hand on his chest, a grin growing on your ever-pink face. His muscles tightened under your touch, “I do.”

He leaned down pressing a needy kiss to your lips; your arms coming to wrap up behind his neck.

“If that tea doesn’t help, I can think of a few other ways to relieve your stress.” You whispered in his ear as he broke the kiss.

“Screw the tea.” He said smiling as he turned to lock the door knob.

His metal arm snaked around your waist, lifting you with ease. He began assaulting your neck with peppered kisses, making his way back towards the bed. When you felt, the bed touch your dangling ankles he gently laid you down.

Leaning above you with his hands on either side of your head his lips came back to your own. The kiss was filled with desperation and admiration. When the need for air became too much he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you, doll.”

Wrapping your arms around his lower back you pulled him closer to you.

“I love you too.”


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Never Ever.

Jaebum x reader

synopsis“After all these time of me hurting you, why?” “Because Jaebum, never ever, I would fall out of love with you.” 

word count: 1356

genre: angst

“I love you.”

A salty, wet drop of vapor rolled down onto your cheek as you shot up from the bed, eyes darting across the dim room to a small bed table. Stretching your hands towards the digital alarm clock to tap the button, causing the artificial light to shine all over your room, displaying the time “3:07a.m.”

“I love you.” The words that used to haunt you the most at 3am somehow found its way into your head again: Jaebum’s never ending, soothing voice roaming the halls of your head, locked inside the depths.

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Dean’s Demons

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Title: Dean’s Demons

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 904

Warnings: angst

A/N: Here’s some Dean for all of you! I hope you enjoy it! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Send me some requests? C:

You woke up from a nap, stretching in your bed.  You looked at your phone, crap it was almost five in the afternoon.  You rolled out of bed, shuffling your way to the war room.  Dean and Sam should be there, you thought to yourself.

As you reached the war room, you spotted Sam, but not Dean.  You expected them to come back today to plan for the hunt, but why was Sam the only one in here?  Sam looked up from the map, flashing a smile your way.  “Hey [Y/N].  I figured you were asleep; you were up pretty late last night with research,” Sam noted, studying the points on the map.

You stood next to Sam, “where’s Dean?  Is he with Cas?”  It wasn’t uncommon for one of the Winchesters to tag along with Castiel.  

“He went to his room.  He’s had a rough day, and it was a long drive back here,” Sam said calmly.  “I’m going to get some food, I’ll be back in a bit.” Sam smiled at you, leaving the war room.  Sam was always kind to you, and quite the big brother if you ever had one.

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You're Going To Be A Dad: Brendon Urie

I slowly get up from the ground, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Like a slug i move to the sink, turning on the faucet. I stare at the water trickle out as I think of what could cause this sudden illness. Do I have the flu, or is it something else?

I rinse out my mouth, turning off the faucet, and then creeping back into the bedroom. I roll into bed, wrapping myself in the comforter trying to warm up. I start at the ceiling, even though the light is off. My mind wanders to my husband of two years, Brendon. Unfortunately he’s away for the next couple of weeks doing interviews, a few photo shoot, and then a few concerts.

I wish that he was here to comfort me as I deal with being sick, what ever the sickness may be. But, I don’t want to stop or hold him back from chasing his dreams. I often find myself thinking about what the future with hold for Brendon and me as we grow older together Will we have children? Will Panic! last until our own kids are teenagers? There’s so many questions about our future that are left unanswered.

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You’re My Thor

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Prompt: “It kind of itches”

Warnings: smut, hair pulling, the good stuff

Words: 3572

Note: Here is my submission for the No Shave November challenge for @balthazars-muse sorry it’s so long!!

thank you jensen for the title x.

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Title: you know my stop

Pairing: Destiel

Rating: General

Wordcount: 1,088

Notes: completely pointless fluff from this prompt post list

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“Hey.”

Castiel felt a firm hand on his shoulder, jostling him.

“Hey man, isn’t this your stop?”

Startling awake, knocking the hand off his shoulder as he jumped and squinted out the window, Castiel shot to his feet. The familiar brick side of the corner bodega down the street from his apartment came into focus as the bus rolled to a stop.

“Shit!”

Grabbing his bag, Castiel nudged past the stranger that had woken him up.

“Thank you!”

Was all he got out, because this was his stop and he was so dead on his feet that he managed to fall asleep in the bus and all he really wanted right now was to curl up in bed with his cat and forget about work.

It was chilly and windy outside as he hopped of the bus at the last second, briefly looking over his shoulder to see the guy in the leather jacket give him a small wave.

Which Castiel didn’t manage to return before the bus rolled on, still groggy and disoriented from his impromptu nap.

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I know

Hoi Y’all, I wrote some quick little fluff for ya, there is some angsty-ish things but not much. Also it is kinda based off a real life event. Somethings are different. Anyway hope you like it

Warnings-a smidge of self-loathing, just a smidge of it


“WaKE UPpPPpP, We’re going to miss breakfast!” You jumped on your friends bed and they shot awake. 

“What the? Y/n?” They say disoriented. 

“It’s breakfast time come one” you say happily. They roll their eyes and get out of bed. 

“You, are a horrible person” they say glaring at you. 

“I know, Now lets go” you say as you grab their wrist and take off for the door. 

“Hey! I’m still in my Pj’s” your friend whines. 

You let go of their hand and they run back up to change. When they come back down they have a note in their hand. 

“Hey Y/n, It’s addressed to you” They say handing you the letter. You raise your eyebrow and take the letter. You opened it slowly, expecting some sort of curse to explode. Instead, all you find is a note. 

“Y/n, You are one of the most amazing and not to mention cutest, person I have ever laid my eyes on” you read out loud. 

“OoO A love letter?” you friend teases. You roll your eyes and stuff it in your pocket. 

“It’s probably someone messing with me” you say with a tone of sadness in your voice. 

You both walk down to the great hall. 

“Finally!” you say dramatically. You sit down at the table. In the midst of eating a small cute little owl appears in front of you. 

“Why hello there” you coo. 

You take the letter from his leg and he flies off. You unroll the paper and find another note. 

Have I ever told you how much I am in love with you? Well, I am now. 

“Another one” you say. “Well someone really has an eye on you eh y/n” your friend says. 

“Probably some prank” you reply. All day, little notes kept appearing. 

At this point you were mad. Would these stupid people stop playing a prank on you. You make your way to a tree. You sit down and open your journal. 

“Um hello” a voice says. You jump and turn around to see a lanky boy standing behind you. 

“Merlin Newt! You can’t do that to me” you gasp. 

“Sorry, didn’t know you were easily frightened” Newt teased.

“Oh shut up Scamander” you shoot back. 

Newt has been your friend since 1st year, his knowledge of creatures and personality attracted you instantly. Newt sits down next to you and peers over your shoulder. 

“What do you have there?” He asks. You try moving the notes away from Newt but his long arms snatch them from your hands. 

“Hmm, Love notes huh? Any Idea who sent them?” Newt asks with a playful eyebrow raise. 

“I dont know, it’s probably a joke” you murmur going back to your journal. 

“A joke?” Newt says frowning, although you don’t see his frown, 

“Why would you think it’s a joke, this person really seems to love you”. 

“I know It’s a joke because no one see’s me like this” you state plainly. 

“Well someone certainly does y/n, why would you say they wouldn’t?” Newt asks, a concerned tone growing in his voice. 

You sigh and look up at him, “Because people don’t like me Newt, I’m just an annoying little student who honestly shouldn’t be here. So why would anyone send me love letters” You say. 

Newt’s face is frozen in shock, why on earth would you think of yourself like that. 

“See, even you can’t think of who sent them” you say.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake Y/n, I sent them” Newt practically yells.

 You face pales, “W-What?” 

“I said, I sent them” He repeats. 

“I know what you said Newt, Why would you send them?” you ask, your eyes full of confusion. 

“Because I’m in bloody love with you!” Newt shouts, he lays on the ground dramatically, “I have been in love with you y/n, I am, if you haven’t noticed, not very good with words” Newt mumbles. 

“Well then why didn’t you sign the notes?” You ask. Newt stays silent, not really knowing how to answer. 

“So was it all a joke?” you whisper out, “because you’re my best friend and I kinda very much in love you so if it’s a joke then-” You’re cut off by Newt grabbing your arm and pulling you on top of him. 

His piercing green eyes staring at you, “Y/n It is definitely not a joke, I’ve been in love with you for a while now” Newt explains, blushing a bit, “I didn’t put my name on it because I was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way” 

“Of course I love you silly, how could I not” you giggle. Was this actually happening? 

“Can I kiss you?” Newt asks, raising his head so his lips barely graze yours. You nod and bring your lips to meet his. 

His lips were slightly chapped but felt amazing. You reluctantly pulled away. Newt looked up at you with his puppy eyes. With no warning, you burst out into a fit of laughter. You roll off Newt and lay next to him. Now it was Newt’s face that was full of confusion. 

“Did I do something funny Y/n?” Newt asks, cocking his head to the side. 

“Oh of course not Newt, I’m just, well I’m just happy i guess” you laugh, 

“I never believed that my crush would ever like me back, or that we would end up snogging by a tree” 

“Oh we could do so much more than snog love” Newt says, raising his eyebrow and smirking. 

You sat up and looked at him, your face turning red. You grab a book and throw it at him. 

“I was joking, I was joking!” He says, trying to contain laughter. 

You both start laughing, anyone who would have walked by would have thought you two were absolutely mad. 

“I do love you, though” Newt says seriously. 

You turn to look at him and kiss his nose. 

“I know Scamander, I know” 


Not my best but I hope you enjoyed it, kinda crappy tbh but hey. 

Imagine Chris being a total assuring sweetheart.

A/N: A modified anon request, hope you all enjoy it. :)

“How do you look so good all the time?” Chris quizzed, watching you with his cheek in his palm. You rolled your eyes but your smile was too wide to hide. “I mean- We just got out of bed an hour ago and you already look like a movie star.”

Actually, you looked exactly like a normal human being did; Chris, on the other hand, looked like absolute perfection. They said celebrities were normal people too, outside of the movie sets and red carpet events, but Chris had proven otherwise. That man could roll out of bed, run his hand through his hair, wear a garbage bag, and somehow still look like he was about to do a shoot for Calvin Klein.

“Says the movie star,” you chuckled and he smiled, taking one of your hands in his and pressing it to his lips. “Can a girl just eat her waffles in peace?” You joked and he chuckled, shaking his head. “If you think this is me looking good, I can’t imagine what I’d look like bad.”

“Perfect,” he pecked another kiss on the back of your hand before releasing it. “I’m going to go settle the bill,” he told you as you finished up the last of your waffles. “Do you need anything else?” He asked and you shook your head, smiling. “Alright,” he chuckled softly and kissed the side of your head before getting up.

You watched as he strode towards the counter, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. He glanced back at you with a smile that made him look like a dream and you felt your heart flutter when you remembered he was yours.

Every day, you’d wake up next to him feeling incredibly lucky. The man was out of your league and something out of a fairytale. He was sweet, kind, generous, intelligent, and a total gentleman; the complete opposite of your ex-boyfriend who scarred you so badly you nearly declined when Chris asked you out. You thank your lucky stars Chris didn’t give up so easily otherwise you wouldn’t be where you were now, slowly healing your fragile and insecure heart with the perfect man.

“Christopher Evans?” You heard a female voice exclaim and you refocused your attention on your boyfriend who now had the attention of a pretty blonde. “I thought it was you.” You winced, knowing Chris didn’t like the unwanted attention but felt your eyes narrow when he smiled and hugged the blonde instead.

“Kara O'Neill,” Chris chuckled as he pulled away from her. “It’s been a long time, how’ve you been?” He asked with a smile that made your stomach feel uneasy; what made things worst was the fact that you couldn’t hear what they were talking about.

“I’d like to say better than you but- we both know that won’t be true,” Kara joked and they both laughed. “Mr. Big-time-movie-star, huh?” She playfully clipped his jaw and his smile grew; your hand move to nervously fiddle with your necklace. “I always told you you’d make it.”

“And I always appreciated the vote of confidence from my favorite babysitter,” he smiled. “So how is everything with Michael? Mom said you’ve got two boys? What’s that like?” He asked and she chuckled. “I bet they’re a thousand times better than me and Scott.”

“You’d be surprise,” she chuckled. “Things are great, we’re actually looking for a house. California’s great but Boston is still home,” she said and he nodded in agreement. “Of course you’d agree, you’re planning to settle here aren’t you?”

“That’s always been the plan but-” He glanced over at you, hoping you were looking over at them but you were on your phone; you were trying to distract yourself from your interaction. “I can change them for Y/N, as long as she’s happy- I’m happy.”

“Ever the gentleman,” she smiled. “I would love to meet her but I really have to run, say hello for me?” She asked and he nodded. “I’ll talk to you soon, take care of yourself.” You looked up as they shared another tight hug and you felt your heart drop.

“Stop it, Y/N,” you mumbled to yourself. “He’s nothing like Jack.”
• • • • • • • •
Chris tried to tell you about Kara on the way to his truck but you kept changing the subject. You had no idea that you’d feel better about their interaction after hearing Kara was his babysitter who was now married with children. You should’ve let him talk, and you would’ve if Jack hadn’t ruined you; he turned you into the kind of jealous and paranoid girlfriend you swore you’d never become. Chris was slowly working away the wall you’d built up but you were with Jack for five years, and you’d only been together with Chris for one.

“Are you okay?” Chris asked when he realized you barely spoke in the fifteen minute drive home. “You’ve been awfully quiet since we got into the truck,” he pointed out and you forced a smile on your face. “Oh wow,” he commented sarcastically, “I feel much better after that reassuring smile. Seriously, Y/N,” his eyes narrowed with concern. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head. “I’m fine, Chris. I’m just tired,” you told him then reached for the handle to let yourself out of the truck. You opened the door only to have him reach over and close it again. “What are you doing?” You pried his hand off the handle and was about to exit when he locked all the doors from his master lock. “Seriously?” You turned to him with narrowed eyes. “I told you I’m fine.”

“And I know you well enough to know that you’re not fine,” he retorted. “We’re not going anywhere until we talk about what’s bothering you. You were fine at breakfast, you were fine when I left you, so what went wrong? Did you read something about us on your phone? Did you get a mean tweet? What is it? Tell me so I can fix it.”

“It’s nothing, Chris.” You tried to assure him but your tone wasn’t convincing; you sounded hurt and agitated and on the verge of breaking down, and it wasn’t because of him- it was you. “Now can you let me out of the truck?”

“I already told you, we’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s bothering you.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I have all day, Y/N. If you don’t talk then we’re going to sit in this truck until you talk or I figure it out.” You heaved a sigh. “It’s up to you, we can do it the easy way or the hard way.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you bit, feeling your eyes well with tears at how ridiculous you were being. Chris was right, something was wrong but it had nothing to do with him. It was you, it was always you. He’d never do anything to hurt you, so why were you being such an idiot? All he did was talk to the girl, so why were you acting so jealous and upset? “Now let me out of the truck.”

“You’re telling me nothing’s wrong when it’s obvious you’re about to cry, Y/N.” His tone softened as he uncrossed his arms. “What is it? Can you just tell me so we can move on with our lives? You know I hate seeing you like this, so talk to me. Tell me how I can make things better,” he gently took your hands into his.

“Who was that girl?” You asked then spoke before he could answer. “You know what- don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. You’re allowed to talk to other girls, I’m just being stupid so- Ignore me, okay?” He felt his eyes narrow; he forgot about Jack which meant he had no idea why you were acting like this. “You’re Chris Evans, of course you’re going to talk to other girls.” You mumbled under your breath but he heard it.

“Is that the kind of guy you think I am?” You could hear the hurt in his voice. “Do you honestly think that just because I’m Chris Evans, I’m going to talk to other girls and cheat on you? I’m just a regular guy, Y/N. Just because I’m an actor, doesn’t mean I’m a cheater. I would never do that to you, ever.” He told you what you already knew. “If you think that’s the kind of person I am then- maybe I fell in-love with the wrong person.”

“Maybe,” you swallowed, ignoring the urge to start crying. “Maybe we should quit while we’re ahead,” you told him and his heart dropped. “I’m clearly not good in relationships, especially ones with a guy everybody wants.” You said and he remembered what you told him about Jack; he suddenly understood why you were acting the way you were. “I’ll grab my things and go if you’ll just let me out of the truck.”

“Y/N-”

You reached over and unlocked the doors yourself, hopping out of the truck and slamming the door shut behind you. You started to cry the moment your back was towards Chris; he rested his arms on the steering wheel and buried his face in his arms, cussing under his breath. He knew how badly your ex-boyfriend left you, he promised he’d be patient and understanding, but at that moment- it completely slipped his mind. In fact- he was pretty sure he used the same sentence your ex-boyfriend used when you confronted him about his infidelity.

“Y/N, wait!” He rushed out of the truck and ran towards the house, where you stood at the front door too blinded by your tears to find the house key. “Y/N, I’m sorry.” He turned you around and hugged you tightly. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered into your hair as you sobbed, hugging him back. “I shouldn’t have said any of that. I should’ve just told you Kara was my babysitter growing up and that she’s married with kids and it was all a misunderstanding.”

“I’m sorry too,” you cried into his chest. “I know you’re not Jack, I just-” you pulled away to look at you, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Chris.” He gently brushed away your tears with his thumbs. “I don’t want to break up with you.”

“Good, because I wasn’t really going to let you.” He told you and you managed a chuckle, despite your uncontrollable crying. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with Chris Evans, whether you like it or not.” He teased and you buried yourself in his arms again.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A Family

For the Anon who requested 39 and 7 with Hotch, and the Anon who requested just 7 with Hotch. “I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.”
 “We need to talk”

You felt the bed dip beside you and stirred slightly, rolling over and rubbing your eyes, peering through the dark at your partner, before glancing at the open book beside you and the alarm clock on the bestand; 2:13am.

“Hey, how was the case?” You murmured, reaching a hand out to him and smiling sleepily.

“Hey there, I’m sorry I woke you up, go back to sleep.” Aaron leaned over and kissed your forehead before settling down into the covers more and yawning himself.

“No I tried to stay awake,” You assured, cuddling into his side and resting your head on his chest, “We need to talk.”

“Oh?” He whispered, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you closer.

“Yeah, love. But it’s good. We need to talk about something good.” You smiled, shifting so you could lay on your stomach, chin on his chest, looking him in the face.

“Well go on then, what good things do we need to talk about.” Hotch chuckled slightly, kissing your forehead again.

“I had to go to Jack’s school today, the kids did this big project and then displayed them in the hallways and all the parents came and walked through, it was really nice.” You felt Aaron tense when you said ‘all of the parents’ and smiled, grabbing his hand. “Jack understood you were busy and was happy to let me go instead. I took videos.”

“Thank you.” He nodded, “What was the project?” You broke into a grin, squeezing Aaron’s hand.

“They did projects on their heros. There were superman’s left and right, and oddly enough there was a Warren G.H. Crecy, who was some war hero from the forties. But do you know who Jake did?” You asked, grinning, “You, Aaron.”

“What? Really?” You nodded your head still smiling, watching your boyfriend’s face light up at the idea.

“You’re his biggest hero, Aaron, and you always will be. I just needed to tell you. I was going to call you, but I figured I could wait until you got home.”

“Now can I talk to you? About something good. Serious, but good?” You nodded again, head tilting slightly in confusion.

“Course.” Aaron sat for a minute and stared into space. When he came back to you his smiled sadly.

“When Haley died I thought that was it. Jack was going to be raised motherless, and even fatherless for weeks at a time. Then you came along…” Aaron’s smile deepened and he pushed some hair from your face, “And it took a little while but.. Here you are. You’re so ingrained into our lives in the simplest of ways.”

“I know Jack isn’t my son, and he’s not my blood, but you know I love him to death Aaron.” Aaron nodded his head.

“When we first got involved together, I was terrified. For not only me, dating for the first time in forever, but for Jack. I didn’t want him to become too attached too anyone too soon and have them leave again, I couldn’t keep doing that to him. I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me. Just to make it easier.. if … yeah.” Aaron nodded again mostly to himself and you nodded, letting him find his trail of thought before continuing. “But Jack asked me a question the other day and I realized, it was too late. Without any of us noticing, you have become a part of our life that’s irreplaceable. And frankly, I never want to replace you.”

“What did Jack ask?” You whispered.

“He asked me when he was going to start calling you mom.” You felt your chest tighten with an array of emotions.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“What did you tell him?” You asked softly.

“I told him that was something you two had to talk about together… “ You smiled, giving him a tight hug.

“And, how would you feel about that?” You asked hesitantly. Aaron sighed and smiled, settling down into the covers and holding you close, getting ready for sleep.

“It’ll feel a bit weird at first, but.. I’d like it. And once we’re actually married, we can look into you adopting him maybe? Incase something happens to me?”

“There doesn’t have to be an incase. I would love to, Aaron. You two are my family, and I love you, and I could never leave now. I let you complete me a long time ago.”