she looks adorable


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azentangle  asked:

Magenta is sitting in the kitchen, enjoying the luxury that is fuzzy socks while staring at a microwavable bowl of soup. "Hey, Rosso?" She holds out the bowl with an embarrassed and frustrated look. "Can you tell me how it says to cook it?"

“I suppose I could. But I could also cook for you. We haven’t had dinner together in a while.” Though he didn’t mind helping her either way. She looked adorable with her frustrated look and fuzzy socks. Made him want to eat her up, if you know what he means.

anonymous asked:

30 or 43 please

Here you are! Sorry it took so long, you get 30 :)

30. Using shoulder as a pillow

“What do you think?”

Leslie was busy hanging up her Gryffindor house colour stocking by the roaring fire when Ben came up behind her, wearing his Christmas sweater over his green plaid shirt.

Leslie clapped a hand across her mouth, “I love it!” She gasped out happily, “You look adorable.”

She stepped over to him, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. Ben grinned and rubbed her back through her own Christmas sweater.

“And what do you think of these?” Leslie said as she led him back over to the fire towards the stockings.

“I love them,” Ben replied as he rubbed the fabric of his spaceship stocking, “and these are adorable too.”

He pointed over to the three other stockings for their triple cherries, each with a reindeer sewn in on them. Their beautiful triple cherries that came into this world three weeks ago. Ben wrapped his arm around Leslie and kissed the top of her head as his arm rested on her hip, he grinned as he rubbed it softly, feeling a tiny bit of her belly that still resided after giving birth.

“How are they doing?” Leslie asked, nodding over at the three bassinettes lined up with each other.

“Fast asleep still.” Ben remarked as they both walked over to their babies, sure enough the three of them were still fast asleep, making adorable noises as they dreamed sweet dreams.

“Shall we get them out and cuddle them by the fire?” Leslie suggested.

Ben smiled at her, “that’s a good idea, but not too long, I don’t want them getting too warm and burning up.”

He reached down and carefully lifted Sonia and Stephen out of their bassinettes, cuddling them close to his chest while Leslie took care of Wesley. Then they carried their babies over towards the rug that was splayed out on the floor by the rug, Ben eased himself down and sat cross-legged, while Leslie lowered herself next to him.

“I know they came early, but I’m so glad they are here in time for Christmas.” Leslie admitted as she rested her head on Ben’s shoulder, despite how bony it was, it made a satisfyingly good pillow.

“Me too,” Ben said, warmth in his voice as he rested his head against Leslie’s, pressing a kiss into her hair and breathing in the scent of vanilla that always seemed to linger around her.

Stephen started to whimper in Ben’s arms and he looked down at the little boy, he started to rock him in his left arm and spoke softly to the tiny baby.

“Hey Stevie, Merry Christmas, Buddy,” He whispered lovingly, Stephen instantly quietening down at the sound of his father’s voice.

“You are so good with them,” Leslie said affectionately.

Ben grinned at his wife and then looked down at his three beautiful babies, their beautiful babies. “You’re good with them too.” He told her as she took her position back on leaning against his shoulder.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.